Phil sits in the darkness for about an hour, not knowing what is going on. Eventually, the locker door opens, and light floods into his face. He looks out to see Kendra smiling back at him evilly.
"I guess you're mine to keep. I beat the other girls."
Phil gulps in fear.
"Let's see. Before I send you back to my shoe, I need you to clean me up. I worked out quite a bit getting you, and I expect you to sup up the sweat I got in that match."
She grabs him and uses him like a rag, wiping the sweat of her body. First her face, then her stomach, legs, arms, and finally her armpits. Now, he smelled like her stench.
"All right my foot slave, it's time for you to return to your masters. They've been waiting for you."
Before he could count to three, he was trapped in her sock inside her shoe. It was even worse than before. Both her sock and foot were saturated in stinky sweat. He tried to hit her foot in a desperate attempt out, but in addition to only amusingly tickling her, his arms got stock to her foot the moment they touched him. She must be really sweaty, Phil thought.
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