Whatever you do, don’t put your foot down
With Camila? Why not? It’s not fair how often she messes with us!
NO I mean your LITERAL foot. I am directly underneath it!
OH haha, got it! I promise I won’t!
With her at least aware of the situation, you set yourself out to work. You needed this job at the end of the day to pay your bills, and despite the ridiculous circumstance you found yourself in you realized that it could be worse. Both you and Olivia began researching the next marketing campaign that you would be working on.
Nearly two hours passed without incident, somehow. But a little past 11:00 AM you heard a pair of loud thuds, accompanied by a wave of dust and warm air that blew over your body. You paused for a moment to look behind you to see Cassie had taken off her shoes, depositing them a bit to the side in the already cramped space. Looking at her appropriately large feet for a woman of her 5’10” stature you noticed a sheen of sweat had already developed over them. At that moment you began to smell the signature smell of her feet as well. An aroma that might as well have been your own personal cologne line based on how often you reeked of it for one reason or another. You began to text Olivia again but as you took your phone out you felt the warm, damp, skin of the ball of her right foot hit the top of your head. Your eyes went wide as you prepared to be crushed completely, however, by some stroke of luck she didn’t press her foot down all the way. Instead she began rubbing the sole of her foot all across the top of your head, pressing slightly harder until she made contact with your upper back and shoulders as well. The layer of foot sweat immediately began to transfer itself to your hair, clothes, and body as you fumbled for your phone to alert her of what she was doing.
Olivia, on the other hand, was working diligently at her normal-sized desk up above. She had countless resources to look through that Camila had placed on her desk at the start of the day. You had long fled her thoughts since your text exchange earlier in the day, since she got so engrossed in her work. Without a care in the world, she used her big toe to drag the heels of each of her shoes off, taking each one off completely. As her now bare feet settled downward she felt the ball of her right foot come to rest on something under her desk. She began to rub her sole all over whatever the strange thing was, not bothering to even check what it was. Whatever it happened to be, it was the perfectly delightful combination of soft but with just enough resistance to give her foot a good scratching. It was heavenly to her, and with this new discovery Olivia felt like she could work all day and all night on the next campaign.
You, meanwhile, finally got your phone out to stop your body from being used as your girlfriend’s foot scratcher and sweat absorber.
STOP SCRATUHAWBUCBAI,.,NMD was all you managed to get out as her foot pressed down once more, pressing random keys and hitting send.
Olivia looked at her phone, reading the gibberish message that she just received from you.
What the heck does that mean Andrew? Are you speaking pig latin? She sent to you with a winking emoji.
That’s my head undernbhuibauwbg you sent her again.
Olivia looked at your incomprehensible text once again before giggling, now swapping to her left foot and scratching the underside of that as she tried to figure out what it meant. A few more minutes of the torture passed before she seemed to relent for a moment and you finally got a chance to communicate with her.
THATS ME UNDER YOUR FEET STOP
This time Olivia could finally understand your message as her eyes shot open wide and she pushed her chair back. She looked down at your body and saw your utterly disheveled appearance. Your clothes were all twisted up, and your hair was slicked in all different directions thanks to her foot sweat. For all intents and purposes you had the stereotypical “just had sex” look to you, but of course, you had just gone through something not at all as enjoyable as that.
Olivia brought one hand to her mouth and the other hand reached down to pick you up.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, Andrew! I forgot all about you down there!” She said as she tried to smooth out your clothes and fix your hair. She grimaced slightly at the dampness of her own foot sweat that had transferred to your body before the voice of none other than Camila.
What does she say?
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