Hi! My name is Syd! I'm a tall (5'11) blonde (I'd rate myself a 7 out of 10), I'm at senior at my school and I'm about to graduate; oh, and I received a full ride scholarship to play volleyball next year! For my last day of school, and a couple of guys in my class decided to start a game call "The Assassin." You give your student ID to them (and $5 buy in), and you are randomly assigned a target, and you assassinate them by shooting them with a water gun. When you take them down, you get their card of whoever they had. The winner gets the money from the buy in (almost $300).
After school, I took down my first target, and he then gave me the card of who his target was. My new target is a boy whom I've never got along with. The first couple years of school, something between us just didn't connect. Later, I started giving him more of a chance and he must of done the same, for we had no problems between us. He actually is a really good artist, and instead of taking pictures at the volleyball games, he would draw them. He also did portraits for me for our school newspaper's advice column.
Anywho, I carefully thought about how I'd be able to get him, and decided it would be a couple days later (you have 48 hours to eliminate the target). I asked him the day before if he could do a portrait of me, and he agreed. I knew his family was gone for the Labor Day weekend camping, so no one could help him. I lied saying it was for college, since I never got my official senior picture done.
I was at his house and we went into the backyard and he started painting. When he was finished, I looked over the picture.
It was really well done, and it only took him 40 minutes. I noticed, though, that my feet looked funny.
"I only drew them as they are," he said.
I looked down. I was wearing sandals, and my size 9s did look a little funny, even with the amazing light blue polish I used.
But I wasn't really here for that, I needed to manipulate him so I can take him down.
"Well, they are so sore from my volleyball practice yesterday," I said, pretending to moan in pain.
"Would you massage them for me, please?" I asked innocently.
He looked puzzled, but he patted on his thigh and I plopped my right foot up. He unbuckled my sandal, and started rubbing. Even though I lied about that soreness, it did feel really good; the way he would slowly glide his thumb around the sole of my foot. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back a bit.
"This feels so good," I said. Tilting my head back further. "Would you do the other one please?" I asked, holding my other foot up for him to take.
He took it and left the right one on his thigh still. I decided to slowly inch it near his crotch. I peeked for a bit, and saw he had a massive hard on through his jeans! I decided to slowly inch it closer, and on my other foot start wiggling my toes. I decided to take this a step further.
