“Oh my God… are you seriously doing that?”
Your heart nearly stopped as you jerked your head up, eyes wide with shock. Amber stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her slim figure leaned against the frame, watching you with a look of utter delight. She was dressed in a fitted black skirt that hugged her hips and a loose blouse that somehow still managed to show off her curves. But it was her flats—simple black ballet flats that had you staring before—now catching your attention. They were worn in, the toes slightly scuffed, hugging her feet perfectly. She stood there, tapping one of them lightly on the floor, the soft tap tap adding to your sense of dread.
Amber’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped into the room, her flat shoes making barely any noise against the carpet. She walked over to you slowly, her head tilted to the side in mock pity. “You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice filled with disgust, but also amusement. “Sniffing Jess’s boots? Really?”
You opened your mouth to stammer out some kind of excuse, but nothing came out. The boot was still in your hand, and you knew there was no talking your way out of this.
Amber’s smirk grew wider as she grabbed her phone. “Jess! You’ve got to see this!” she called over her shoulder, still tapping her flat impatiently against the floor.
Within seconds, Jess appeared in the doorway, still sock-footed and just as smug as ever. “What’s going on—oh.” Her eyes widened with glee as she saw the scene before her. You, sitting at your desk, still clutching her boot like some kind of guilty child caught red-handed.
“Well, well, well,” Jess began, sauntering over to your desk with a grin that made your skin crawl. “Looks like someone really can’t get enough of me.” She stepped closer, her white ankle socks padding softly against the floor as she leaned down over you, her body close enough that you could smell the faint trace of her perfume. She reached out, taking the boot from your hands with exaggerated gentleness, and held it up as if inspecting it.
“Sniffing my boots? Seriously?” Jess laughed, tossing the boot back onto your desk. “Wow, you really are desperate, aren’t you?”
Amber was practically vibrating with excitement beside her, clearly loving every second of your humiliation. She took a step forward, casually slipping one of her feet out of her flat and wiggling her toes in the air. “Maybe you want to take a whiff of mine next?” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I mean, if you’re that into feet.” She put her foot back into the shoe, pressing it down with a satisfying thud as she smiled down at you, her expression a mix of amusement and disdain.
Your face burned with embarrassment, and you wanted to disappear into the floor. But Amber wasn’t done. “You know,” she continued, glancing at Jess, “we could really have some fun with this. Imagine what Scarlett would say if she found out our little office pet here has a thing for sniffing boots. Maybe we should share this with the team?”
Jess’s eyes lit up at the idea, her smirk turning even more wicked. “Oh, Scarlett would love that. We could make sure everyone knows what a little perv you are.” She leaned closer, her socked foot brushing against your leg as she stared down at you. “But… maybe we don’t have to tell her. Not if you do something for us.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as the full weight of their words sank in. You were trapped. If you didn’t do what they wanted, they would tell everyone. Your career—your entire reputation—would be destroyed.
Jess straightened up, her hands on her hips, the white of her socks standing out sharply against the dark carpet. “So, here’s the deal,” she said, her tone suddenly all business. “You’re going to drop out of the managerial race. You’re going to tell everyone it’s because you’re not cut out for it. Because if you don’t…” She paused, her eyes glinting with malice, “well, let’s just say you’ll be known for something else around here.”
Amber laughed, nudging you with the toe of her flat. “Yeah, you’d make a great office joke. The guy who sniffs boots? Can you imagine?”
Your mouth went dry as you looked from Jess to Amber, their expressions making it painfully clear they were serious. You could see it in the way Amber’s flats tapped against the floor, the way Jess’s socked feet lingered near your chair, like they were ready to step on you at any moment.
“What’s it going to be?” Jess asked, her voice dropping into a mockingly sweet tone. “Are you going to be a good boy and drop out? Or should we spread the news?”
Amber grinned, her flats squeaking softly as she shifted her weight, clearly loving every second of this. “Go on, sniff her boots one more time for fun before you tell us what you’re gonna do,” she taunted, her voice light and teasing.
You could feel the pressure building, their eyes boring into you, waiting for you to break. And in that moment, you knew they had won. There was no escape. You would have to drop out of the race, bow down to their demands, or risk being humiliated on a level you couldn’t even imagine.
Jess raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer, the smirk on her lips never faltering. “So, what’s it going to be? Your dignity? Or your job?”
There was no choice “
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