Without giving you any time to process what you’d just heard, Ellen pulled off her well worn running shoes and stripped off her wet blue socks. Her slender fingers wrapped around the glass prison and hoisted it into the air, before swiping you off the side table onto the floor next to her feet glistening with fresh sweat.
Nearby the heat and pungent smell radiating out of her used runners was enough to make your head spin.
“Get to work little bug,” Ellen said, staring coldly at you and lifting the sweaty toes on her right foot in front of you.
Confused and disoriented, you could only stare at the massive feet before you; unable to grasp what you were meant to do, or how you had even gotten into this insane situation.
“What are you waiting for!? Lick!!” She shouted menacingly.
Her once calmly resting foot was now moving toward you faster than you could react. And suddenly those wet calloused toes were hovering right above you, dripping salty fresh foot sweat onto your naked body.
But even still, you couldn’t move. Unable to grasp what was happening.
“Shit. Did those worthless room service guys not even send me a trained one!?! How am I supposed to compete without a trained insole! Damn it!”
As she shouted and cursed you were stomped under her massive angry toes. Now unable to stop the flowing sweat from entering your eyes and mouth. You coughed and spluttered and squirmed desperately trying to get away from this torture. But her strong toes were easily able to keep you in place under them.
“Fuck it. I’ll get back at this worthless hotel later. For now I guess I’ll train this stupid bug myself. Alright little guy, time for a crash course in how to be obedient toe jam for a top class athlete such as myself. Rule #1: when I say lick, you LICK! For all your worth. Really get your face in between each toe too. And if you don’t, we’ll…”
She plucked a grape from a nearby fruit bowl and tossed it into her mouth. And as she slowly and deliberately worked it around in her mouth she continued explaining:
“This is gonna be your next job…” and she plunged the poor grape into her merciless esophagus with a thundering GULP!
“Now that’s settled,” she said, taking in the terrified expression in your little face, poking out from in between her second and third soaking wet toes, “it’s time for…”
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