Jessica was a little undecided how she wanted to play this corner work. They locked up and Jessica was trying to be mindful of the dynamism that the wrestling context needed to make the foot fetish moves seem realistic. She feigned locking up with Tanesha, then gouged her in the eyes, bending her over. She grabbed a handful of brainded hair and walked Tanesha over to the turnbuckle and ran her head into it hard, twice, then turned her around so her back was to the turnbuckles. Jessica stood back, and let a kick fly at Tanesha's big breasts, letting the relative softness of her foot cushion the blow.
It wasn't like she were punching Tanesha's breast. Tanesha bent over double, and Jessica stomped on the back of her head, bringing her down to the canvass in a sitting position. Jessica then stood up on Tanesha's muscled shoulders and danced up and down on them, jarring her opponent badly. Then a nasty idea came to her as she noticed that Steph was watching her. She slowly let her feet slip off Tanesha's shoulders down onto to her big breasts until her bare feet began to slide down onto her breasts, pulling them down her chest and stretching them downward. Tanesha sold the torture well, closing her eyes and grasping Jessica's bare ankles in an attempt to keep them crushing her breasts as they skidded down her chest.
Jessica knew that Steph would be watching to see whether Jessica had taken the lesson in about using more than ground moves with her feet. Jessica picked up Tanesha by her hair until she was standing against the turnbuckles. Jessica whispered, "running foot to the face," to warn her what was coming. Jessica stood back several paces, almost running into other wrestlers working sequences in their own corners, and ran hard at Tanesha and swung her right leg up high and planted the ball of her foot on Tanesha's left cheek. Tanesha sold the kick in the face brilliantly, letting her head jar backwards and her body drop to the mat. Jessica moved in right away and pushed her bare foot hard into Tanesha's kisser, then with a vicious push, ground her foot across her lower face and lips, driving Tanesha's head sideways.
As Jessica had given Tanesha what was called a "face wash"--a boot planted on the side of the face and then ground across the chin and cheek and cheekbone--she felt Tanesha's big full lips just under the heel of her foot and as she pressed the lips flat and opened them up, she felt a line of spittle across her heel and some of her arch. Tanesha rolled with the foot shove and turned sideways and grimaced at the exhibition pain. Then she laughed.
"Sorry about slobbering on your heel like that!" Tanesha said.
"Oh, my god, don't worry. You're the one who's putting up with my bare foot all over your face! Besides, it was a little exciting. You?"
"Yeah. What if more moves got me slobbering all over your bare feet. That would be really hot! Your feet are amazing."
Just then Steph called a halt to the practice session
The next half of the workout saw the wrestlers switch up again. The entire time Jessica was having experiences that aroused her--some intensely, such as when she got to stand on one of her opponents, some lingered as she thought of how hard she was pounding her partner's stomach with her bare foot. As the session wound down, her mind kept coming back to the feeling of the line of spittle that lined her heel as she face-washed Tanesha. And that Tanesha, like Janelle, was so on board with it. How much further could she go with her foot moves. Would she have to leave the foot-in-mouth acts in her own Clips4Sale studio?
As she came out of the showers in her black shorts, flip flops, and tank top, Steph held her up. "Hey, Barefoot Girl, you looked really good today, as a jobber and as a heel. And the moves you used on your partners weren't so one-note foot moves, or didn't seem so, because you kept the action kinetic and moving. Good job."
Wow. She was not only holding her own, but improving. And all the while mostly keeping to repertoire of moves that had her sticking her feet in her partners' faces. She walked home in the cooling Autumn weather around nine feeling sexy as she'd ever felt, especially thinking about smearing the saliva out of Tanesha's mouth with her bare heel. And she still hadn't eve fairly begun to process the hot experience of yesterday at Rocky's Espresso with the mouth play she'd done to Claire. That reminded her that she needed to get back to Claire and Tyla about booking a scenario. She decided to stop by Rocky's Espresso and ordered a decafe latte to have while putting some thoughts down on paper for a scenario and a setting.
She thought of how much fun it would be to go barefoot walking on Claire in a busy mall or department store, or even better, a shoe store, where it looked like she were using her friend as a model to show how her feet would look while trampling someone in a certain pair of shoes or boots. She thought of how she might pull off a classic foot fetish scenario, where a man, typically, spreads his coat over a puddle so that a woman can traverse the puddle without wetting her shoes. In Jessica's version, she'd have Claire lay down on the puddle in her overcoat while Jessica stepped on her in her shoes or boots to get into her car without wetting her boots. She was beginning to feel such a sense of her own power, especially knowing so many people willing to serve her in her fantasies. She was beginning to feel like a super hero. The last thing she imagined was going somewhere where taboo was felt more keenly than in a commercial centre or open public space. A library. She imagined the absurdity of a library patron turning into an aisle to find Jessica standing on Claire's lower back in her boot or bare feet with her fists balled up in Claire's shoulder length hair, pulling her head up off the ground so high as to make a big display of her breasts. What a great wrestling move that would make!
And then there was simply stepping on her back and shoulder with shoes or barefeet as Claire bent over to search for books. And there was standing on Claire's back to reach a book on a higher shelf. All of those made great fetish sense to her, but somehow toesucking or footlicking seemed not to work with the context of a library. Facestanding and breast standing could work. She easily imagined seeing herself standing at a bookspinner rack perusing paperbacks while standing on Claire, one foot on her breast, the other foot on the side of her face, big toe reaching almost to the corner of her mouth and forcing her face downwards, all the while sifting through the paperbacks.
The only trouble was recording the event in public and private places. She would have to be quick and sneaky, so the footage she would get would be short and so would probably work best as collages of footage. Soon she had several pages of ideas to use for the Woodcrest library at Dundas and Broadview, a good location because of the park grounds and hills in front of the library.
Jessica texted Claire and Tyla, somewhere in the back of her mind realizing that she hadn't thought through the sensitivity she needed to show her best friend, who may have wanted Claire's gig as much as Claire did. She was just fleshing out the details and suggestions of what to wear and bring when she realized she had another audition for Growing Sideways. She checked her other texts and had missed several from Jennifer. Most of the tests had concerned advice on what to wear for the audition and parts of the script she was to have memorized that the casting director would be watching especially carefully. Fetish shoots would have to wait for Friday. Thursday at 4pm she was booked. And she had yet to memorize the lines.
***
By 3pm next day she Jessica was on the subway to Eglinton Station for her audition. She had done several auditions before, starting in high school right through to the auditions for professional gigs, some of which she had won, many of which she had lost. Commercials had been her big success so far. She was dressed in jean pants cowgirl boots, a concert T-shirt for Radiohead and wore her hair long, flowing down her back. There was a small stage with some overhead lights directed onto the space and there were six actors present, all dressed like rebellious late teens. The other actors had taken it too far, with markered-up jean jackets and backpacks, faces full of ugly, overdone makeup, and rips everywhere. Jessica had a feeling that Jennifer's advice on dress for the audition was probably bang on.
She watched as five actors went ahead of her and acted out a part of a scene in which the daughter, Lilith, was having an ugly and impassioned argument with her mother about taking a road trip to Las Vegas. Jessica hadn't found much behind the role to help her portray it; her mother (her father had died when she was fifteen in a car accident) and she had had a very strong relationship, right down to acting as a career (she hadn't told her mother about the fetish photography, but was getting around to telling her about the wrestling). But only a half hour before she arrived at the studio something had come to her. She began her role thus:
"Mom, it's not like this is going to be a big sex trip away from home. I can have big sex trips here every weekend when Kyle's dad is away on weekends, and believe me, Kyle is totally into threesomes and more, so if I really want to dive into sex with boys, or girls, or both--"
The mother slapped her, and she turned to face her with something she hadn't seen on the other actor's faces before her. She smiled. And as she did so she could feel something from the casting director--often a good sign. "Really? That's how it's going to go? I'm eighteen, and don't need your permission to do anything anymore. So what are we really bothering to talk about? I'm going with my friends, we'll keep the sex safe, no matter how much sex there is!"
Jessica continued to play the role with an increasing archness towards the mother actor that, unlike the other roles, seemed to diminish the mother and her influence over this wild, independent girl to almost nothing. It was almost a vanquishing.
She finished her role and by the end was a little knotted up inside with spite and anger from her performance. She shook hands with the actor playing her mother, herself auditioning for the role of the mother.
