It always, somehow, ended up like this. Jack was on his knees again. Staring at the soft, perfect soles of her feet, again. His cock strained against his pants, his fingers were rubbing through the fabric, tight little strokes that sent jolts of pleasure through his whole body. The toes on her right foot curled just slightly, and he had to suppress a whimper. Somewhere, in the dim back of his mind, Jack was embarrassed at just how much control Lexie had over him when he got like this - correction: when she got him like this. The slightest wiggle of her toes, or flex of her foot, could send him doubling over, losing himself in pleasure. She could stare into his eyes and erode all his willpower in a matter of seconds. And then there was her voice: soft, cool, insistent. That voice was like liquid sex that poured into his ear and made him forget about the rest of the world.
"It's so adorable watching you rub your brains away down there. I can practically see you getting dumber, and dumber."
"I'm not... Ohh..." Jack's weak attempt at protestation was cut off by another stretch of Lexie's toes: her perfect little digits spread out and flexed in the air for a moment. Soft, adorable little pink toes, adorned with white polish. Whatever Jack was about to deny, it went right out of his head. That made Lexie giggle.
"You are just so cute, Jack! What was it you were saying today at coffee?" Her foot was making lazy circles in the air, just in front of his face now. "Oh yes! 'I've grown a lot, I'm thinking more clearly now. You can't control me like you did before.'" She lowered her voice in a mocking impression of him. He hated when she did that. His fingers picked up speed, pressing against his desperate cock.
"You can't d-... Dr--..." He started. The word caught in his throat. Somehow, saying it out loud felt like too much now.
"Drain you?" She finished for him. Drain. The word sent a shudder through him, his lips parted as a whimper escaped. "Yes, you did say something to that effect... You've made a commitment not to waste money on pretty girls, and nothing will deter you. So admirable."
Her foot was dangling just over his head now. It loomed in his vision, taking up his whole universe, taunting him.
"And of course, I promised I wouldn't make you waste your money on me. Just like I promised I wouldn't make you jerk off. And look! Your cock is still safely in your pants."
Jack groaned, rubbing himself through his pants with even more vigor. Things were getting dangerous, he thought to himself. You just have to make yourself cum, then you can think clearly. Then you can escape. Even if it means cumming in your pants, you just have to get out of this horny haze.
"I don't believe in waste, actually." Lexie continued, casually flexing her soles again, "People spend far too much money on things that won't really make them happy. It's important to do a simple cost/benefit analysis to decide if a deal is really worth it. Wouldn't you agree, Jack?"
Jack, now furiously rubbing himself and bucking his hips, couldn't think of any better response than: "Yes." He somehow still had the presence of mind to refrain from adding Goddess to the end.
"Oh my, Jack. You look really desperate down there. Are you sure you don't want to take your cock out? You can if you want to, after all."
For a moment, he looked up from her feet and they made eye contact. That infuriating smirk, the way she looked down on him even though he was easily a head taller than her. He despised her. He unzipped his pants, and let his cock spring out.