"WHAT!?!" You screamed up at her. "Nope no way, not doing it." You said wanting to get out of her shoe.
"Oh come on please, my coach will think something is up if you're not in my shoe." Chelsea pleaded. She didn't want to dissapoint her coach.
"Chelsea, you are my best friend but god your feet reek." She then started to give you puppy dog eyes. "No, nope not this time..." You tried to keep a stern face but you couldn't keep it going forever. "Alright, let's say I maybe consider doing this as a favor to you. What do I get??"
She tried a weak smile, she already owed you for today. "The knowledge that you helped your best friend?" You shook your head no. With a huff she replied, "Alright, any and all home work for 2 weeks."
You smiled, "Much better. But you don't get to be upset about it, I'm the one who has to be under your feet, again." You both laughed a bit about that part. She took you out of her shoe and placed you in a side pocket on her bag, that way you didn't have to smell ALL her sweat.
The next few days weren't that eventful. You just had to be in her shoe come game time so practice was a one time thing. The most that happened was occasional teasing on both of your parts. You'd joke about bringing her extra work just to mess with her and she'd talk about not showering and or wearing dirty socks. Of course y'all were both just joking. You didn't want to stress her or overwork her, and she was planning to make the experience as...pleasant as possible.
Game day officially came and it was your turn to hold up your end of the bargain. "Should've made it 3 weeks." You said walking out the door. In reality, nothing is on par with being just a human insole.
Once y'all got to the court, she slipped her shoe off and dropped you in. "Sorry again but the As in your grade book should make up for it." She then put in her socked foot and got a feel for your tiny body before starting her warmups.
The clean sock and foot did make it so the shoe wasn't as bad as the first time and the stomping pressure while not exactly a massage, was bearable, but the issue cane from the shoe itself. She never washed it. It stung your nose with dried sweat and things of the sort.
As the game went on, more and more sweat poured from her feet. It didn't just disappear as it absorbed into you and some even got in your mouth. You just wanted this to end.
You couldn't even tell the score of the game or who was winning as her foot muffled the sound, but if you could, you would've know that they were crushing their opponent. Thanks in large part to Chelsea's amazing performance. She knew this might be the last time she gets you like this so she went all out, taking advantage of your support.
By the time the game ended, any preparations done to her feet and socks had warn off. It was now back to square one and you were trapped in this smelly, sweaty prison.
Once the game was over, she got named MVP. She celebrated all the way back to her dorm where she removed you and placed you on the counter. "OH THAT WAS GREAT!!!! I TOTALLY KICKED ASS OUT THERE!!" You chuckled at her enthusiasm. It was adorable, even if you were covered in foot sweat.
"I'm glad I could help, but if that's all-" She cut you off.
"Dude! Let's celebrate! Come on, just me and you!" You couldn't turn this down. Not because you liked the idea no, but it wasn't really a question. So you went along with it.
"Alright but take a shower first, I'm gonna wash off at my place then I'll be back." You shook your head at her in a playful way and walked off.
After taking your shower, you walked outside and saw a tall looming figure over you. Who was it?
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