After his meetup with Emilia, Klaus was content being assured that the dirty secrets stay between the three of them – him, Emilia and Geertje. Now it was awfully exciting to head to the pub where the two servers worked.
It had happened twice after the last encounter on the secluded bench that he had to be content with just idling at the bar, neither of his favourite members of staff were there. Sometimes his gaze fell to the bare ankles of other female servers – not everyone showed their skin – but those weren't nearly as alluring. The third time, however, Klaus saw the familiar white hair right after he had stepped inside. On his way to the bar he wondered if Geertje had some kind of naughty surprise for him this time as well. For a second he thought that maybe he should have opted for a nice pub meal on his own accord, but so far the two blondes had led the game and he didn't feel that his own initiation might be the best idea. They might not be thrilled for the prospect of serving their socks too often. Besides, did they want to keep the game going anyway?
A chance to exchange proper greetings came when Klaus had already taken a few sips. Geertje was now almost a different person. With him she wasn't in her former reserved self anymore. Also, the fear that she might not want to carry on vanished. 'Not the pearl one today. Sorry!' she said with laughter having noticed Klaus's quick glance downwards.
Sometimes Klaus was interested if his glimpses were noticeable for bystanders, but possibly neither Geertje nor Emilia could have given him an objective response.
Speaking of Emilia, she had suddenly appeared in front of Klaus. It wasn't easy to tell if the wide smile on her face was sly or, the other way around, genuinely happy, but both of the odds were fine with him. Possibly happy as it seemed that she was almost about to hop up and down out of excitement.
Unfortunately there wasn't much time to talk. Even if it's not particularily busy, some things just cannot be postponed.
The dirty fun they had shared was thrilling, but Geertje's opening up and deepening their relationship with Emilia were not at all less exhilarating. Klaus was excited and it had its impact on him. He couldn't concentrate on anything, he felt the need to do something and his usual two beers, poured in completely regular way as he jokingly thought, went down quicker than usually.
'Gertie hopes you're free tomorrow. Are you?' Emilia had again appeared next to him.
I most certainly am
would have possibly been a bit overeager answer. Well, no, after all it was not a romantic date which was being arranged, therefore maybe it would have been completely fine. But still, a hot server asking in behalf of her equally foxy co-worker. Out of habit his reply was fairly careful: 'I guess so… Why?'
'No reason,' Emilia shrugged and gone she was.
Of course there was a reason and it became apparent to Klaus soon. He was about to leave when once again Emilia was by his side. She handed over a folded note. A note from Geertje. 'She's busy at the moment,' was everything Emilia could say. 'Bye!'
Not far from the door he opened the message. There stood time – the same time he had been asked if he's free – and address – Geertje's place where he already had gotten thoroughly aquainted with her feet.
There was not much to ponder over, he only needed to show up with an open mind. Although he didn't know Geertje's exact plans, the focus was pretty much clear. The reason for not delivering the message on her own was possibly some kind of fun messing with him.
* * *
Klaus was once again behind Geertje's door and once again he felt his heart pounding and shivers creeping down his spine. True, he knew who would be welcoming him, but it was a mystery what kind of kinky deeds were ahead after the foot job last time and the naughty server's shameless act in the pub later.
This time Geertje didn't have the panicky expression on her face after opening the door. Everything else, however, was in place – her tracksuit bottoms, hoodie, pearl anklet and visibly clean socks. Klaus was welcomed with a hug which would have been totally uncharacteristic of her not long ago.
By the time Klaus had gotten rid of his shoes – it was warm enough to not need any outerwear – his hostess had already made her way to the living room. A nice hint for him to feel himself at home. At the same time it was now completely on his own to choose whether he should find a seat to lay his arse down or land right in front of her feet.
Of course, some bold and funny line could save him, should he do the latter and appear overeager.
As soon as he could see through the doorway, it was clear that Geertje had already prepared his seat. Actually, calling it a seat may have been an exaggeration, it was a bean bag placed right in front of her own armchair. The pouffe, which had upheld her feet last time, had been pushed aside. Without any thought and delay Klaus landed right in front of her. Bean bags can be fairly comfortable even when the one lounging on it has no leg room at all. Not that it would matter when the feet of a beautiful girl are practically in arm's reach, even if tucked safely under her.
'How was your meal last time?' Geertje surely didn't waste any time. A sly grin was all over her face. Unexpectedly sly, maybe.
Klaus's answer that it had been fine – interesting and fine – didn't satisfy her as she pried further.
'Which one was better, Emmie's or mine?'
The question was delivered in a manner that there was definitely something behind it. Luckily, Klaus could give the favourable answer without lying. Geertje's. Emilia's had seemed a bit unprepared. Of course, he didn't forget to point out that smelly feet along with socks were not his special interest.
After a short pause he had to admit that actually smelly ones were in a way better. Kinkier and more intimate.
Geertje had been acting weird the whole time. Her gaze was really strange, as if she kept her eyes at Klaus only with great effort, as if she would need to divide her attention.
It was the same with Klaus, although with him the reason was clear. Geertje's feet were still underneath her, the sock-covered toes were barely peeking out, but it was enough to draw his attention. Their conversation, wherever it would have headed to, was falling apart. Both of them were pretty heedless and when Geertje noticed his particularly long stare, she asked if Klaus would like to take her socks off.
'Don't do it, we already know that Gertie's feet smell.'
Klaus remained surprisingly calm hearing Emilia's voice behind him. Stepping into the living room he had made his way straight to the bean bag, if he had looked the other way, he would have seen the little fox. He glanced over his shoulder and they exchanged a wave and a smile.
Among the girls, however, a short and friendly argument took place.
As if making a point, Geertje stretched out her legs and her feet were at once embraced by Klaus's hands. After a little fondling the socks were off.
