This choice: This mess doesn't make it to Friday • Go Back...Chapter #4This mess doesn't make it to Friday by: Gerbil54378   You sat humiliated in the dark for a moment, mind racing with what just transpired. Within the course of an hour or two, Alica had managed to get you firmly pinned underneath her heel, literally. She saw and seized an opportunity, one that led to her now having complete and utter control of your life, with the power to crush it if she so chooses. Miserable, you collected yourself, got up, wiped your gunk slicked hands on your pants, and headed out the door, sadly preparing to endure one more day under her until Friday, where you would most likely spend the weekend as her puppet too. Sighing, you gathered up your stuff from the band room and walked home still covered in the fading but persistent scent of Alica’s socks.
When you woke up the next morning, you decided to do your day as normal and just pretend nothing was awry. Suspicion didn’t need to be raised unnecessarily, you and Alica were still good acquaintances as far as anybody was concerned. You got ready and headed to the school an hour early, as you always did. It just felt good to be able to practice in peace or even be a decent human and tidy up before everybody arrived. As you approached the doors on the side of the school designated for band entrances, you noticed the lights were already on. That was weird, usually you had to wait on someone to let you in, but you tested it, and low and behold, the doors were unlocked. You strolled in, setting your backpack down in the back row, only to look up and notice Mrs. Damien was standing in the doorway of her office just as Alica did last night, melancholist but bright smile and all.
You paused, only for her to beckon you with a finger. “Come on in Alex, I’ve been waiting for you. I think we have some things to go over don’t we?” She pivoted and walked back in, trusting you’d be right behind her. You stuttered, recent events racing and colliding in your mind before you could knock them aside and followed. She asked for the door closed and for you to have a seat. You complied, and that green armchair being the only other one in her office, you sat uncomfortably close to her swivel chair at a diagonal.
She turned so that she could continue facing you, parting her blond hair and lowering her glasses so that her glare could have its full effect. You’d never see her angry before, so you shrunk down in your seat. “Alex, Alex, Alex, everybody knows I leave my doors unlocked. I like to think of it as a metaphor and a trust building tool, but I also know all too well teenagers like to take advantage of such lenient privileges. That’s why I’ve taken the liberty of installing cameras in my office that turn on when the door is opened and only turns off through me manually turning it off on my computer.” Your face turned white as a sheet, and she knowingly nodded, a grim smile replacing anything resembling sympathy. She continued on as you started to squirm.
“Now, I’ve caught a lot of people doing a lot of things in my office, but you and Alica, how horrible. Tsk tsk tsk. Opening my computer last night in my bed to see that….ooh Alex, now imagine what would happen if I anonymously released those tapes from my computer…. I want the same treatment she’s getting, and I’ll be sure to give her a proper thrashing for you, after deleting her pictures of course. Consider your ownership transferred. Now, naturally you could refuse and we could take a different route, one straight to the principal and the tapes could be released anonymously anyways. Now, would you prefer a suspension and a permanent blacklisting or would you mind giving my old, tired feet some love?”
You writhed in your seat, sinking ever further into the chair. Alica was terrible and would most certainly kill you if you both sank, but you also couldn't possibly say no to Mrs. Damien, no matter how much you wanted to. You sat there, utterly defeated and humiliated for what felt like eternity under her patient stare until you could take no more. You caved, sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, begging. “Please Mrs. Damien, I had no say in it. She blackmailed me, I’m so so sorry but please. You can’t do this to me! I’m sorry! I didn’t want any of that, please, please. I’ll do anything else, please.”
“Let me think...no. It’s been an awful long time since these were given some loving you know? The Mrs. in my name is only a formality, and I’m fifty. I don’t think a husband is going to gift them some love anytime soon. Now come Alex, I had more faith in you. You failed my test. If you had only said no to me, it would’ve proven you had a spine and I would’ve summed this up as a fluke for you. I would’ve set you as free as a bird. But now that I know for certain that you’re just miserable? No, no. The most I’m going to do for you is yell at that dirt of a girl that thinks she can mess with my students. Now get under my desk, I have a rather long day here and I think we should get to it huh?” She stretched one old toe from her battered sandal, nudging you towards the gaping entrance in the desk that was to become your future.
Still teary eyed, you obliged, crawling on all fours, collapsing on the hard, grey, carpeted floors underneath her swivel chair, and awaiting her descent unto you. "Now Alex, I really hope you know what to do from here. I was being honest about having a long day. I don't want to waste it instructing you. Now let it be known if you get uppity with me at all mister, I'm locking you in my very poorly ventilated private bathroom with my gym bag until you behave." She threw one glare at you before pushing up her glasses and going back to work, letting her feet drift into your side.
Gingerly and reluctantly, you picked one foot up, resting its tough, leathery bottom on hand while you let the other wrestle with the straps. Although you felt no heat and smelt nothing coming from her feet, they weren't pretty either. Deep blue veins wrapped around her leg and stretched throughout her ankle, branching out to the toes. As you freed her from the straps, you realized horrible wrinkles smothered her heavily calloused foot, even over the bright red and irritated sides. You coughed as you fumbled with the second sandal, debating whether this was truly better than any other scenario, only to be shushed by Mrs. Damien.
She then curled her toes, tucking them deep before flexing them back out, stretching each toe far apart from one another was if to fully display your work load for today. As if that wasn't enough, she finished her act before reaching out with them, grappling your face and with only a tiny amount of force, convinced you to lay down as best you could so that her neglected soles could have a perfect resting place. Content for the moment with having your horribly uncomfortable face serve as a mat, she grabbed as much of your cheek as she could with her still freezing toes, stretching it out, then kneading it back into you, mashing your face against the floor. She only repeated this once before adding her second foot, firmly pinning it while she massaged herself to her content. At first it was only your cheeks and chin, but in no time at all, she started to use her big toe to swirl your hair, using whatever knot or length it could grasp to tug painfully, causing you to yelp.
She quickly used her left foot to pin your head against the drab carpet, with her right being placed like a vice over your mouth. Pushing her swivel chair back, she looked sternly at you within your fleshy confines. Even she, however, could only keep up the angry act for a moment before smirking at your situation. "Are we going to have a problem here Alex? Don't push me, I will put you in timeout. You don't want that now do we?"
Without thinking, you opened your mouth to speak, causing her foot to drop onto your unsuspecting tongue. The shock of your saliva soaked tongue making contact with her caused her to jump, and the rough callus of her foot caused you to pull away in disgust, banging hard against her metallic desk. Mrs. Damien took a moment to understand what happened and recompose. "Ooh Alex what was that? I think you ought to do that again." She approached again, planting her foot roughly like a flag on a conquered land.
You lied there, too miserable to comply, but too broken to resist. You were merely existing, hoping for it all to be over, a bad dream. "Are you going to give my wrinkles a taste Alex or are we going to have to go down a bad road before we can get you where I need you?" You said and did nothing, defeated. After a moment, you opened your mouth, but no tongue came to meet her awaiting heel. "You know what? I already said I'm not going to guide you through my day here, but here we are. You don't get that choice anymore." She sighed, pushing back in her chair, reaching for something in her purse. To your horror, she turned back with pepper spray in one hand and a belt in the other.
Adrenaline coursed through your body, and you managed to flip over, landing your face square in between in her toes, where you again opened your mouth. But this time you complied, taking her big toe and its neighbor in over your tongue, which wrapped the two of them in a tight embrace, sucking them in a desperate attempt to gain salvation. Just as she was about to make her decision as to whether or not to punish you, someone opened the door, barely knocking beforehand. You jumped up, only for Mrs. Damien to throw her free foot down on your neck, keeping you and the foot you were worshipping in close acquaintance.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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