Pausing for a few seconds, a slow realisation sinks in. Anika - and Tora for that matter - must know about your foot fetish! You could take a chance, call her bluff and see what she knows but that could make things far, far worse for you...
"Fine," you say, a feeling of defeat in your voice as you speak. "Let's go."
Anika smirks at you and gestures for you to follow as she heads out the door and towards her car parked outside. She strides ahead, her long legs forcing you to scurry along to keep up. As she stops by a Mercedes, you can't help but be impressed that a woman her age owns such a flash car.
"My Dad's loaded," she says, as if reading your mind. "Anyway, get in already." You oblige, feeling increasingly inferior to this confident woman. A couple of times you start making small talk but she doesn't give much back. After another attempt, she puts a hand in front of your face and pulls over.
"Look, creep. I don't like you. I've never liked you. From what Tora's told me, you're a total loser. The fact she wants to see you does piss me off - she can do so much better than you. I know it's to do with your little secret, that much is obvious. But I don't wanna get to know you, make any chit chat with you. Clear?"
"Clear," you mutter, feeling humiliated. You could have argued with her, told her that you're not a loser, that actually you aren't all that desperate to see your ex, and that most of the time, Tora was a high-maintenance bitch. Yet you swallow your pride and keep your eyes focused ahead, hoping that the journey ends soon. It does, and in no time you're outside Tora's.
Your ex girlfriend opens the door, looking gorgeous with a tight, white vest top and jeans on. As you shift your eyes downwards, you can't help but notice she is barefoot; the shiny red varnish of her toenails reflects the light. She giggles. "Hi Anika, I see you managed to find him."
"Yeah, like you said - too eager to do what I told him," Anika says smugly. The two friends laugh as the tall Indian girl walks into Tora's, you following in tow. Even though you know that humiliation surely awaits, you feel compelled to be in the two confident women's presence. Their charisma and beauty is too much to stand up to.
Tora grins at you and clicks her fingers. "On your knees. Now!"
Your knees wobble. "My...knees?" You gulp, already feeling beneath her.
Anika chuckles. "Maybe he's hard of hearing. She said ON YOUR KNEES, loser!"
Staring at their pretty faces, both wearing such superior expressions, you capitulate quickly, feeling totally pathetic.
"So...about your little secret. You have a foot fetish." Tora says this triumphantly, her hands on her hips while you feel your head bend forward. "I should have known years ago - you were always a little too quick to offer me a foot massage!"
Hearing her say it out in the open confirms your worst fears. Why the hell did you let yourself be dragged along here? Just as you consider standing up for yourself, Tora places a gorgeous, slightly wrinkled bare sole over your face.
"Kiss and surrender to me, loser," Tora says at you, an imperious look about her. "Accept that I'm better than you and kiss my foot!"
It's impossible to resist; within seconds you close your eyes and meekly place a few soft kisses on her flawless foot. The musty, slightly cheddary flavour fills your nostrils, while your taste buds are dominated by the frankly wonderful flavour. A clunking sound makes your eyes open; Anika has kicked off both of her shoes!
"I wanna see how much of a foot freak he is!" She giggles, raising a bare foot next to Tora's. "Go on loser, kiss my foot!"
Despite the fact that the two women are practically laughing in your face, you simply can't resist the smooth, chocolatey brown sole that is presented before you. Letting out a small moan, you pucker up and place a trembling kiss to the centre of her foot, eliciting cries of laughter and cheers from Tora and Anika.
"Ha! Didn't think he'd give in so easily!" The tall, athletic girl sneers at you. "What do you want to do with anyway? I know you wanted me to get him for you, but what now?"
Tora grins at her friend, using a bare foot to push the back of your head firmly to the ground so your face is squashed into the carpet. "I thought you'd never ask..."
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