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Chapter #7
Want a rematch with a new bet!
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"No way thats not fair! The game glitched out!" You argue, "I was winning the entire time!"
"Hey don't be a baby! You lost fair and square be a man and honour our bet. Go rub my feet." He said sternly pointing at them.
"But it's not fair! I want a rematch, double or nothing or something." You squeal starting to sound very desperate.
"Double what you idiot? How do you double a foot rub?" He asks talking down to you.
You didn't know how to answer, you just couldn't possibly get down on your hands and knees and rub the pair of his sweaty, stinking feet thats disgusting. He was 16 years old, 2 years younger than you! You begin to stammer and stutter trying to come up with an answer.
"Tell you what Stevie. You either get down there and rub my feet like you agreed to or I'm going to beat the shit out of you." He demanded.
"I'll kiss your feet." you panicked.
Josh burst out laughing. "What?!"
"If I lose again I'll kiss your feet." You tried to sound brave but it's nearly impossible to sound brave while saying that sentence.
He was laughing so hard he had to hold his sides, through fits of laughter he agreed to the bet.
"Kiss my feet? That is a very strange bet Stevie is there something you're not telling me?" He asked with a wide smile.
"No! I just can easily beat you thats all." You tried to defend yourself while burning a deep red again.
Here we go. You start the game again, you have to admit you are pretty nervous, your hands are sweating. You are cursing yourself inside. Why the hell would you bet that? It doesn't matter you will easily win. The race begins and you are off to a good start, his car just can't keep up. For the first time he pulls his feet off the table and sits forward he really wants to win this one. You are quite easily leading after the first lap, you spin out on the second and he hits the front you start to panic but quickly regain the lead. The race is closer than you thought it would be but you are winning on the last lap, you get to the last corner and Josh bumps you and you drop your control, his car passes yours on the final corner and passes the finish line in first place. He throws his arms up in the air in celebration and looks at you making kissing noises before bursting into laughter again.
"Get down and kiss my feet Stevie-boy!" he cheers through the laughter.
"Hey that's not fair you bumped me!" You cry.
"I did not loser, you dropped your control, probably on purpose so you could smooch my feet." He said again still laughing.
You couldn't believe it, you lost again! Theres no way you could kiss his feet.
"Don't worry loser, I'll let you build your way up to kissing them. You still owe me a foot rub beforehand."
"But, But, But..." you couldn't think of anything to say.
Josh stopped laughing and grabbed you by the shirt. "Get down there now. You lost you loser."
"Okay, Okay!" You said in fear.
You stood up as he put his feet back on the coffee table with a sigh and relaxed into the couch. He wiggled his toes as you kneel down in front of his feet the foul cheesy smell is already filling your nose. You try your best to hold back from crying you can't believe you are doing this, but maybe just maybe if you do a good job he wouldn't make you kiss his feet...surely?
The sweat has dried and become sticky as you start kneading away at right sole he sighs in delight and laughs again at your expense.
"That feels really good Stevie-boy...you may have found your calling in life." He says patronising you.
You have no comeback. Anything you say right now would have no effect. It's hard to sound tough or smart when you are rubbing a younger boy's filthy feet. Your train of thought is interrupted as you hear the sound of his iPhone taking a photo.
"Hey what the hell?" you scream.
Josh just laughs hysterically in response.
"Sorry Stevie you just look so good down there below my feet." he says.
You let go of his feet and demand he deletes the photo. This just angers him as he sits up and threatens to beat the shit out of you if you don't keep rubbing. You get back down and keep rubbing his foot, your hands stink of the same foul odour his feet do.
"If you play by the rules the photo wont see the light of day. Piss me off again and it's going straight to Facebook." He says firmly.
You sit in silence as he closes his eyes and leans back on the couch, after 10 minutes he tells you to switch foot. You obey. Just when you think things cant get worse...
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