The raven-haired woman lights a cigarette and continues to glare at you, still pointing the bat at your throat menacingly. You wish there was something you could say to her to call off the cops but twenty minutes or so later, a man and woman arrive. Both look decidedly unimpressed with you.
"Breaking and entering sir? Or do you live in this apartment block?" The policewoman asks you, a black woman with her hair tight in a bun.
You try again to explain your situation, that you live with Tora in the apartment above, that you were not trying to break in to the lady's apartment... they look skeptical however.
"So you are a resident here? Would the landlord back this up?"
Fuck! You have no legal right to claim that one. "You..you can ask Tora." It's the only thing you can think of.
"What about your employer sir, can they vouch for you, confirm your address?" The man asks.
"Er, no I'm...unemployed," you say weakly, your complete surrender to Tora yesterday costing you. "Look, I know it doesn't sound good..."
"Sir, you'll need to come with us. This girlfriend of yours can vouch for you when we call her from the station."
Before you know it, you're in a police cell, then interviewed again. No matter how you try to explain it, the picture they've painted of you is of a weird guy, jobless and homeless who is sponging off his ex girlfriend. The fact that she had locked the door didn't help; you were hardly likely to tell her the truth - that you had become Tora's willing slave!
Finally they manage to speak to Tora on the phone. When the constable comes back in, your hopes fade away quickly. Tora denies allowing you into her apartment and apparently is livid that you broke in somehow and were then using someone else's balcony to do so. She says that you used to go out and you keep following her around, basically stalking her. Tora must have quickly decided she wanted nothing to do with the police and sold you down the river there and then. It's hard to blame her - she must have also realised that you were trying to escape, which would have been the final straw for her.
From that point on, you don't stand a chance. Tora's word against yours! The police have heard and seen enough to place a restraining order on you, keeping you in the cells for several more weeks. Not being able to afford bail, you agree to stay there for a while longer until they place you in a residency area frequented for ex cons and people who can't afford anything better - little more than a squat. The restraining order means that you aren't allowed even near to her, which is tough as you desperately want to apologise and kiss her gorgeous feet in surrender, but you simply can't.
Some of the ex cons you live with are a rough bunch of girls, all of who are ex cons or drug addicts, or both. You go around to one of theirs - Roxy's, a skinny woman with short hair - one evening, to join them for some drinks. All of you get drunk and you foolishly confide in Roxy the situation with Tora and why you've ended up here.
"Girls, girls! You won't fucking believe this..." Roxy flashes you a smile with yellow-stained teeth... "Ross here loves women's feet! I think we got ourselves a foot bitch!"
The women roar with approval as Roxy pins you down and puts her grimy feet in your face. You don't even try to resist, drunk and past caring about your secret now. You lick her dirty feet up and down while the others cackle and give out words of encouragement. The others - five in total - take it in turns until your tongue is coarse and you feel like vomiting. You pass out under their nasty feet, defeated and intoxicated.
The next morning, you wake with a massive hangover and Roxy's feet in your face.
"Wakey wakey, foot bitch!" She grins at you, apparently fresh as a daisy while you moan into her bare feet. "You're gonna live in our room now. Every day, we'll walk up and down on you, lick our feet, be our fucking human ashtray....every woman here is gonna know what a foot bitch you are! There's some pathetic wasters in this building who are addicted to all sorts. You're gonna be addicted to my feet and any other woman's feet that I make you lick clean like the dog you are. You got all that, you fucking foot bitch?"
You nod weakly and begin licking Roxy's feet clean, merely whimpering as she blows the hot air from a cigarette into your face.
"What a fucking loser! I'm having a meth party tonight - you can lick everyone's feet clean while we get high. Welcome to slavery, foot bitch!"
You truly are the lowest of the lows. Wow, being at Tora's feet and getting to do her chores seems like bliss compared to this. Defeated and humbled by the scum like Roxy's feet, you really have hit rock bottom! As you lick the scrawny addict's feet, tasting dirt, grime and goodness knows what else, you try your best to imagine that they are Tora's soft, sexy soles instead...
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