You were young and out of touch with older Hollywood so when an older woman seemingly barged her way into the VIP section, you were quick to stop her.
She had shades on but her face expressed inconvenience. You were in the midst of ushering her out when your supervisor allowed the lady to go and pulled you to the side. You were grilled for not knowing such a big name and was promptly made to go fulfill their every request to prevent further ruin of the establishment.
Sliding past the curtain, you find the woman alone with her bare feet propped up.
"Oh you again! Great... Do YOU know how long I've been coming here..."
You apologize profusely as she continues to grill you.
"Never once has that happened to me! I could get you fired you little twerp..."
You fall on your knees and beg for her forgiveness.
She smirks, "wow found your sensitive spot. You must be pretty new or desperate to grovel for a job like this. Tell me kid, how long have you been here". You regain some composure and explain not that long.
"Figures. Look I was annoyed at first but after that, you don't have to stress... I'm very easygoing" Julia said reclining into the sofa and flexing her feet.
You stood idle unsure after that rollercoaster.
After what felt like an eternity, she pulls her shades up asking, "Unless you plan to rub my feet, you can leave".
You begin to exit when you recalled by Julia. "Uh uh uh where are you going? Oh right you're new to this business. Yes come here and rub my feet"
You apologize and bend over and gently begin rubbing them. "C'mon use your muscles, I wanna feel something"
You kneed hard and she seemed satisfied for the time being. You saw the dirt get transferred to your hands and you took a quick break to smell your hands out of curiosity.
She shuts her book abruptly and it startles you.
"Okay I want a stool, come over here". You looked around for something to prop her feet up and she said, "Geez does everything need to be repeated, C'mon over here".
You make a joke about her easygoing-ness as you stood infront of her.
She laughs at your joke as she pulled you into a criss crossed position. You chime in that you haven't found a suitable stool and she remarks, "oh but I have sweetheart". She pressed her soles into your chest.
You sat unsure of what to do as she took control. She extended her legs so her heels were on shoulders. You couldn't help but get a whiff of her mature soles. You ask if she wants you to do anything.
She was reading emails on her phone and without looking up says, "use your intuition".
You gulp and turn your head to stare at one of her soles. You pick one up and lick from the bottom to top.
She quickly retracts her foot. "If I want my feet licked, I'll ask for it". She hovers her foot in front of you while you sat embarrassed for making such a weird move.
You sat as she drank her water and scrolled and pressed her feet into you for what felt like an hour.
She removed her glasses and put her phone away then said, "okay go ahead. Lick away"
You cleaned Julia Louis Dreyfus feet with your tongue. She watched you with a blank expression.
Finding a flow, you became efficient at getting the dirt off her soles. At the same time you came to really enjoy your current job.
As her soles got clean you ask if she wants her toes sucked.
"Yes get my toes as well". Simple and straight to the point.
You gave each toe special attention and made sure to give her a proper tongue bath.
The milli second you finished her last toe, Julia abruptly pulls her feet away and tucks them in her shoes.
She then reaches into her purse and pulls out a $100 bill. She hands it to you but you refuse, claiming that good service is your company's motto.
"Look its a tip, now take the money as I really need to get going". You accept her bill but hand her your number offering to be her footboy on call.
Julia takes the note, gropes your chest, and leaves without another word.
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