Although it kind of smelled, the locker room was by far the coolest place in the entirety of the band room, and you desperately needed cool after such a sweltering day of drilling out on the football field. Alica was a really nice person and fun to be around, but hand her authority like she has on the field, she's a complete tyrant. You sighed, putting that beside you, instead focusing on finding a place to rest. You looked down the first row of lockers and passed it up. That bench was squeaky and rocked too much. Instead, taking a two steps more, you wheeled around to the second row, stopping dead in your tracks.
Alica, the drum major you were just muttering about, was standing there in a light pink bra and desperately trying to yank her last leg out of her uniform. The two of you made eye contact for only a brief moment before she opened her mouth in a silent, horrified shriek. Blushing not out of pleasure, but of shame, you turned around, making a dash for the door. Your hand touched the cold handle of the door and paused at her voice. Shaking your head, petrified of what hell was about to come down on your life, you turned and listened, still keeping your large distance.
"Alex, don't leave. Let's...let's make..let's fix this before it leaves this locker room alright?" She waited, either to wait for the shakiness of her voice to die or for a response. Neither came to her, but she continued nonetheless. "Mrs. Damien isn't here, she left right after practice. It's unlocked. Her office. Wait..wait in there for a moment. I'll get dressed and go dismiss the band and be back alright? Just...just give me a moment." You let your hand slip and head hang as you abashedly retreated from the doorway, walking towards the dark oak door that made up of the entrances of your band teacher's office.
You slipped in the dark room without another word to each other. After fumbling for a moment for a switch, you decided it was best not to turn the main lights on as this room also connected to the main band room. Lighting up this room would certainly raise suspicion, so you did the best you could to find or at least try to remember where Mrs. Damien's small lamp was. After crashing into a stool, you found it. Flicking it on, you chose the green sofa behind her desk next to the swivel chair to wait in. This was horrible. You prepared an apology for her, or at least tried to. She just had so much more influence than you, and that made it hard. Sure, the band was tight, but she was obviously the superior here. Not only was she the band major and therefore second in command here after the teacher, she was in the higher echelons of popularity here in the school. This was a horrendous mess up.
Her voice soon broke the silence in the main band room, and it was welcomed. Nobody expected a break from her, at least not during band. Within moments, the loud shuffle of equipment and book bags died down. It was you and her. The doorknob clicked, then the switch. As the lights warmed up, you could see her standing in the doorway, wearing her ever enduring smile, albeit a bit melancholy under the circumstances. She shut the door and approached the desk as she spoke. You could barely look up at her as she seated herself atop the paperwork that was scattered along the desk.
"Well, now that we've composed ourselves and had some time to think it over, how do you suppose we can clear this up?" She sympathetically tilted her head off to a side, legs swinging, and arms grabbed on to the edges.
"I..I don't know...anything. I'm so sorry Alica. I really didn't mean to walk in on you like that. It's just that the locker room is so cool and I really needed that after a long day outside in this July heat and usually people wait until they get home to fully change. You understand right?" You looked up from a corner of your eye, and you cringed in your seat. She had that glint in her deep, blue eyes. That awful awful glint she would get before assigning the band to do laps or run up and down the bleachers. It was that glint of a person who knew all too well they had power.
"Of course I understand but anything? Alex that's a big offer. Are you sure you'd do anything to make sure I don't tell the entire school and all the schools around here about how perverted little Alex is? That's so sweet of you and I know exactly how we can get started on that." Within milliseconds, her melancholy and blues riddled grin had flipped to one of gleeful, naked, sadism.
"Would you be a sweetheart and pop off my sneakers? My feet are soooo tired and sweaty after commanding you guys around some grass all day. You wouldn't mind showing them some love would you? And really knead into the arches, that's where it's at." She glanced down at you with steely determination to see if you could even pass her first test. After a moment of hesitation, she let out a small huff as she extended her bare leg, offering up the white converse underneath your chin by giving it a gentle nudge. You coughed in blatant discomfort before reluctantly grabbing a side of her shoe with each hand. Above you, Alica parted each side of her dark hair to get better view of the show.
You slid one hand down the rough exterior of the shoe to get a better grip at the heel before pulling. After the second tug, it gave way, and with it, the fumes of what a blisteringly hot day in the middle of summer causes. Now you coughed in revulsion, pulling you head away from the offending black sock. It was an eye watering assault, one in which Alica took no offense about your obvious unwillingness. After a moment of recomposing, you let out a final cough before looking back at her and digging your fingers into the wet, reeking fabric that encompassed her foot. In moments, your hands were slick with grime and sweat while your nose burned.
In turn, she plopped her free foot down on your leg, using your knee as leverage to wiggle the other shoe off. The harder she fought it, the sharper it dug in, causing you suck in air, but you tried to ignore it as you continued to work away the soreness of your new boss. "The arches dumba..sorry..Alex could you please just try a little harder to listen to directions the first time around?" She whipped up a happy smile of encouragement before offering up an apology disguised as a complaint. "It's just my foot here must have melted into the insole geez.." She really pushed down, forcing the heel of her sneaker deep into your calf, causing you to yank your leg away in pain before you could think of what she would do to you for such a thing. Thankfully that final tug was all it needed for her to finally pry the two apart, and she raised her leg up, curling the toes with mild amusement.
After a moment of watching, you moved your now slimy hands up, forcing your thumbs to slide up and down her quite pitiful arches. They could barely be considered arches, her foot was so flat, but you weren't going to bring that up. At least not now, maybe when this was long behind you two, or maybe when the tables turned. Wishful thinking that was quickly broken by Alica gliding her free foot up your leg, resting it just below your hip. You looked up, stealing a glance, to see her slightly biting her lip as you massaged her sole. This brought a moment of some kind of twisted joy into you, perhaps she would let bygones be bygones after this, but she once again locked eyes with you and you knowing she was getting this kind of joy out of it did not sit well with her. In a flash, she brought the resting foot up into your stomach, prodding it with a not insignificant amount of force.
You twitched in your chair, not expecting it. She just continued its journey up, setting it dead center on your chest. "Here hold this but keep working on the other one. Don't you drop it." Awkwardly you repositioned one foot so that you could massage it and be able to be useful to her second foot with the other hand. "Good, now bring it up some more, good, good, now wedge that cute little nose of yours in between two of my toes. I'll let you pick which two." She giggled when you hesitated. Fearfully, you stared into the lint speckled, jet black, and soaked sock of hers and gulped, shaking your head.
"Alica, please don't..it's too far. I'm sorry but your foot, it reeks. Please I know what I did and I'm sorry and-" She didn't let you finish, breaking free of your grip with ease and planting it firmly on your nose.
"Please you've already made it this far. What's a little more smell going to do to you, especially considering what exactly is at stake for you. You're willing to be labeled the school pervert just because a little sock? God Alex, come on think it through." She took her toes from inside the coarse confines they were in and clamped down, shaking your head from side to side. "Think think think, it's just for a little longer."
You hated it, but she had a point, and you lowered your hand to assist the other in working out the final kinks while she rubbed her foot all along your face, marking you with a very distinct smell, almost marking you as hers...You slumped, accepting your fate when you heard a snap go off. Then another, and another. Four went off in an instant and you jumped up.
"Oops did I leave the sound on? Oh well, guess you know now that I got some humiliating photos on camera now. Wouldn't you believe it, Alex is both a pervert and you let a little girl wipe her tired, aching feet all over you? Pathetic, guess you're going to have to do more to keep this from leaking. Oh that reminds me, I have a boat party/camping trip this Friday night. Why don't you come? I know it was exclusively band girls, but it just wouldn't be the same without you? Haha what am I saying, I know you're going to show up if you know what's good for you."
With that she hopped off the desk, wrestled her nasty feet back into her worn sneakers and strolled out, leaving you dazed, confused, smelly, and in an even bigger mess.
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