Sherry stretches her neck, while pushing her shoulders back and forth. Having been to hell and back had put some strain on her body. She reaches down and slips off both her boots, causing a sudden release of her foot stench to wash over you. You cover both your mouth and nose in surprise and revolt. The smell passes quickly and you’re able to take your hand off your face before Sherry notices. She puts her left foot on her right knee and inspects it, pushing her thumb against her sole to massage it. As she does this, she looks over at you, then back to her foot. She bites her lip at a guilty idea and with a confident smiles she puts both of her feet on the coffee table. You look over at your new friend’s towering pale feet, before seeing her blush directly at you.
“Hey, could you like…?” She says, pointing at her feet.
You frown and ask her what she means.
“Well, my feet have been through a lot today.” She says. “I’d be grateful if you could pamper them a bit. You know, push yourself into my soles and maybe give them some kisses for saving you.”
She seems to be joking about the last part, but this giant federal agent who protected you is now asking for something big in return. You get nervous as she stares down at you with those big blue eyes, waiting for an answer.
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