Out of the blue, Amy asked, "don't you mind the smell?"
I froze.
"Huh? What smell?" I asked stupidly. I mean, the smell of her feet was so apparent, had been so apparent for the better part of the afternoon, ever since she had returned from her lunch date, which was as much to say as a quickie with her trucker husband in the cheap motel down the road, took a seat at her desk, which I had been sharing with her the past two weeks or so, and kicked off her shoes. As I sat there, trying every trick to keep my mind on my work, on the laptop screen in front of me, and off of the sissy fantasies that often times involve the smell of sexy womens' dirty feet, I had an idea... what if the smell of feet was visible?
Amy's foot smell would be the color of Gumby... that awful drab green gray. Yes, a mist the color of Gumby, heavy... prone to falling on the floor, not easily dissipated by drafts...
And in that very instant, she knew all there was to know about me. She began to laugh and for several seconds, maybe even over minute, which is actually a very long time to be laughed at when one's innermost secret has been discovered and as she did so, was looking straight at me and I turned away. And then she started in earnest.
"My feet of course! Hahahaha! Can you smell them now?"
And all of a sudden, spinning around in her swivel chair, she shoved her feet against the side of my face and gave my face a good rubbing before I came to my senses and pushed her feet away.
"Oh," I said stupidly, "yeah... I I guess so..." I was so very embarrassed.
"HaHaHa! You only guess so? Oh, well be sure to get a good smell this time!" And this time her feet were back in my face and this time they were very aggressively rubbing up and down my face and in my hair and on my neck and this time I had to do something!
I stood up.
"Excuse me, Amy... I I've can I get by?"
There was nothing else for me todo, but to stand up and leave. But as common courtesy would have dictated, she didn't move to let me by, instead, she made the distance that I had to navigate by her, behind her, nonexistent by backing her chair against the wall, thus eliminating my only egress, unless I climbed over the desk which I considered, but didn't do... which in hindsight, I should have done. She looked at me and I at her until I turned away, quite flushed with the heat of humiliation.
I think that this said it all, she won and I lost, and it was all she needed to size things up, to size up our relationship, to size up my personality and how it could suit her.
Still sitting, blocking my path, daring me to assert myself and knowing that I wouldn't, she suddenly grabbed hold of my tie and wrapped it around her hand and then pulled with two hands and I resisted, though I didn't dare touch her for fear of some sort of sexual harrassment charge.
I really liked my job... I was in the corporate executive training program.
She was strong and had the advantage of pulling with two hands and getting additional leverage by propping a foot against the desk and I had nothing, nothing but my own strength and will and despite everything, I was able to maintain my position, countless push-ups and sit-ups I supposed. If she suddenly let go, as a trick, I would have been slammed against the wall.
She looked at me and I at her.
"William, get down on your knees..." she said, her voice completely devoid of any levity, "or else."
Though I had only known Amy for a month or so, her manner had always been lighthearted. For me to see this side of her, I was scared shitless.
"I'm going to count to three and when I get to three, I'm going scream, rape."
I looked at her and she at me and I once more turned away.
"One... two..."
And although this couldn't be happening, I knew that it was and that I had to do what she wanted.
I sank to my knees and waited for whatever was to come next.
I felt emotionally beaten, I was emotionally beaten. This was no joking matter.
I was unable to resist. Now she moved in closer, her contented face close to mine. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she didn't. She opened the top filing cabinet drawer of her desk.
What she was going to take out of it?
But, I should have wondered what she was going to put in it, for she took my tie, as much as she could given that it was still around my neck, placed it in the drawer and slammed it shut! She pushed in the lock button and I was trapped! Trapped on a paisley silk leash!
I was helpless!
I didn't know what to do or what to say!
I was trying to pull it out, but without a pair of scissors... or the key, I wasn't going anywhere quickly.
Still, I kept tugging, pulling... trying to somehow work the lock button.
Her feet were back now... resting on the small bit of desk between my face and my laptop.
"William, while you're just sitting there, why don't you make yourself useful and give me a nice foot rub? You don't mind the smell, do you? In fact, I think that you like the stinky smell, don't you?"
I didn't answer.
And then Amy's heel slammed atop the keyboard and ran across the fragile keys, typing gibberish on the screen. "More feet, less computer!"
"Wait! You're going to break my computer!"
And so that she wouldn't damage the keyboard, and although it was awkward on many levels, I began to massage her feet and though I didn't have the nerve to look up from the laptop display, knew from the sounds that she was reading some magazine like People or Hollywood Reporter... something like that.
The smell was putrid!! I felt like throwing up!!
"In fact, all feet, no computer!"
With her toes curled around the top edge of the laptop screen, she slammed it shut.
I thought she had broken it!
Then she was speaking... on the phone.
"Brenda, would and Janet please come in my office. I have something to discuss with the both of you."
"No, how about a week from next Thursday."
"Yes, right fucking now!"
"Well after you've closed out then!"
"Just get your fucking ass in here!"
Amy slammed the phone down.
"What a bitch!"
Now with the added stress of Brenda and Janet, I felt like a man that was sentenced to prison, but just hadn't gotten to jail yet, for a crime that he did not commit no less and i sweated and flushed even more now feeling even more heat as if the heat from Lynn's hot black pantyhose feet were not enough.
The door opened and I saw Brenda before she saw me.
She marched in and I knew that she was irate because she wanted to get out of here. It was Friday after all.
And before she even asked what Lynn wanted and before she even expressed that she wanted to get the fuck out of here, that she still had to finish closing out her cash drawer, the first words out of her mouth were, "this place smells like feet!"
And I knew that this was not going to go well.
"Did you say something, Brenda?" Amy asked innocently.
