You walk in as Michelle is putting on her shoes, looking down to tie them. "Hey Michelle, what's up?" you say with a smile, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her ass while she is bent over. Apparently you surprised her, because she yelps and jumps, then curses quietly.
Michelle turns around and glares at you, holding up half a shoe lace from where her little jump made her yank too hard. "See what you made me do? Way to go!"
You take a look down at her shoes, which appear ready to fall apart. "Hey, it's not my fault tiny. They're old shoes, it was bound to happen," you try justifying to her. "Maybe they were just doing what they could to get away from your smelly feet," you try as a lame joke.She knew her feet stunk and had joked about it herself a few times in the past.
Her glare gets more sinister as her eyes narrow. "Do you think you're funny? Lets see how funny you are after my stinky feet and I are done with you," she says, starting to advance on you with her hands raised up. Suddenly you are...
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