Eagerly, but shyly, you entered the door. What you saw was somewhat surprising. Selina was laying on a couch, reading a book called Twilight, the room was vacant of all other people.
Selina saw you and put her book down. "Oh, you're here. I've been expecting you." She said. A sweet smile spread across her face. You were blown away that she was expecting you!
"You- you were expecting me?" You stammer. Selina nodded.
"Yeah, my feet have been killing me in these boots. Price for fashion, I guess. Can we get started?"
This was just far too good to be true! There was no way, NO WAY she was referring to your foot fetish... right?
"Um, get started on what?" You ask stupidly. (Well, you WERE in shock)
"With the massage. You are the foot masseuse that David (Hernie) called for me, right?"
Your mouth went dry. But the thing about you was, you couldn't lie to her, you had such a big crush on her it just wasn't an option for you, even if it DID mean a chance to touch her feet.
"Um, sorry. I'm just a huge fan." you meakly answer "But if your feet hurt that much, I'll rub them for you anyways." Selina's eyebrows raised as she looked at you. You couldn't understand her expression...
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