Chronicles of Footer Ch. 04

I was driving down Monterey Rd. through the parts of the city I had never been before. On my left started a tall brick wall reminiscent of those of medieval times. At the end of it I saw the sign of a machine rental company.

"What a strange place," I thought. "I hope they did not send me to another blank shot!"

When I first started going on calls three weeks ago, all went smoothly. I closed more than half of the calls. I didn't even have to put pressure. After nine days, however, things started to cool off. I later learned that they gave easy leads to newcomers to get them motivated.

Last ten calls I had closed just two. The lead quality was terrible. The first of the last three was a pothead who took our sales campaign literally and wanted 90% of the house for free. The second was some guy who didn't have the money but lots of time to waste, and the third one was a sale but only 1 room with $40 in commission.

I took this odd, commission-only job with Zumpire Today because for one I needed cash, and two I thought it would help me get over my social fear. They pumped us up during training but that was no use with what I received. By now I could be considered seasoned already but this part of town made me uneasy again. The last mile and a half was like an industrial zone.

When my GPS told me I was approaching my destination I started seeing some two to three-story apartments. They looked pretty nice for that area. Usually, it is useful to be able to predict who I would be dealing with, a hipster, a CEO, a middle-aged divorced woman, a newlywed couple, a laborer, a drug dealer, another salesman, etc. In this case, I had no clue.

I pulled into the parking lot of a two-story, ultra-modern-looking building, got out of my car, located, and walked towards the door. The entrance had a big window next to it. Behind the window could be seen the antechamber that was separated from the living room by a wall of frosted glass.

Just when I was about to ring the doorbell, a beautiful but somewhat irritated woman's voice said, "Hello! Are you David?"

I turned around to look. A tall, somewhat chubby, very beautiful lady in black office attire with knee-high skirts was hurrying towards me.

She was energetic and appeared to be in her early 30s. Her countenance bore a seductive allure that stirred the senses. Like a pair of red rose petals, her lips beckoned to be touched, promising a sweetness that could intoxicate the soul. Their fullness, a testament to natural beauty, hinted at whispered confessions and stolen kisses, evoking a sense of longing in all who gazed upon them.

As she smiled, her lips parted like a blossoming flower, revealing a radiant warmth that could brighten even the darkest of days. The curve of her cupid's bow, delicately traced by the hands of seraphic artists, lent an air of mischief and playfulness to her countenance. With each gentle press, they spoke a language of passion, leaving a lingering impression upon the hearts of those who dared to taste their enchantment.

Her long black hair, a tangible manifestation of midnight's allure, bestowed upon her an irresistible magnetism. Her eyes, a crystalline vista of celestial enchantment, shimmered with an ethereal hue that defied definition. Her legs, a sculpted masterpiece of divine proportions, were a testament to elegance and grace. From the arch of her dainty feet, as curvy as a vase for beautiful red roses, to the sculpted curves that formed the foundation of her form, they exuded an allure that defied description.

To summarize what ChatGPT said: she was hot! Her height was around 5'10" and she had a very warm demeanor.

However, despite her very friendly smile, she was in a quite pushy state: "Go inside, take off your shoes there. I will lock the car and be right there. Here, let me open the door," she said.

I was losing hope on this sale. I went inside and did what she told me, leaving my shoes at the antechamber and walking into the living room with my socks. The room was modest, with few cabinets, two medium sofas, and a beige carpet that felt like nylon packaging. The main cabinet was to the left and sofas were across from it. The dining room and kitchen were united with the living room next to the entrance. The other end of the living room had a big sliding door that looked out to a small lawn, the rear parking lot, and an empty field beyond that.

As was the custom, I immediately tried to find something to talk about. On top of a small cabinet I saw pictures. In one I found what I was looking for: herself in a beautiful belly-dancer outfit. She looked sexy as hell.

The bralette, a shimmering canvas of cobalt blue, embraced her torso with intricate patterns and delicate beadwork that glimmered like stars on a moonlit night. Swirling tendrils of silver and violet adorned the edges, adding a touch of whimsical elegance. Jewels in shades of amethyst and sapphire adorned the center, reflecting the light with an otherworldly gleam, captivating all who beheld them.

From her hips cascaded a sheer veil of royal purple, ethereal and weightless, rippling with every subtle sway. Embroidered in delicate patterns of azure and lavender, the fabric seemed to dance on its own, an extension of her graceful movements. At the hem, silver and indigo tassels hung like droplets of stardust, catching the light and casting a spellbinding aura of celestial beauty.

I was shaken by the beauty of the picture. As I stared at it in trans, she opened the door, entered the antechamber, closed back the door, and got to the edge of the carpeted floor with brisk movements.

My jaw dropped as she took off her shoes, revealing her shapely bare feet, and stepped on the carpet with elegant moves. Then she turned around and bent down to pick her flats to place them on the shoe rack. As her back was turned to me I had a good look at her smooth soles and heels, savoring the few seconds. My pants started to bulge.

After putting the shoes on the rack, she hurried towards me, panting but positively excited. "I came here from work. Have to return soon. Let's make it quick," she said in a hurry.

That lowered my expectations further. She looked like a white-collar professional. I didn't want to irritate her with small talk but had to start somewhere. Taking my chances I started, "That is a really nice outfit!"

She took the bait, or appeared to. "Yes, I belly dance. Like professionally," she replied with a smile. "I put on shows during birthdays and stuff."

"Anyway, let's get going. What have you got?" she added after a brief pause during which we admired her picture together.

"I have a couple of samples here," I told her showing her the few laminate sample boards I was holding like a briefcase. "What were you looking for in particular?"

She explained to me that the carpet cleaner had messed up her carpet by putting too much detergent, hence the nylon feel. She wanted to turn this into an opportunity to renew her floor with a warm-colored laminate. "Okay, show them," she said bluntly.

We sat on the sofa. "Here is my first sample," I said, "Auburn by Mohawk. Really sturdy. It has a scratch-proof surface. The backing is plastic. Most importantly, the edges are beveled. That is very important because it does not accumulate dust. Otherwise.."

"Okay, set it here," she said cutting me off rudely but tapping her toes on the floor playfully. I leaned down and put it on the floor, slightly upset by her attitude. I wasn't sure what to make of it. However, she seemed delighted.

"Ohh, I like it!" she said beaming. "It is a nice color. I like the patterns!".

She looked at me with her beautiful dark blue eyes that had friendly sparkles and a big smile with inviting lips. She seemed ecstatic in a strange way. Maybe she was too busy with work and this was entertainment for her.

"Okay, show me the next one," she said.

"This is walnut. It is engineered wood. A little more expensive but it is super sturdy, water and scratch-proof. The edges lock in together such that it does not allow water to seep in," I said holding the sample in front of her.

"Okay, set it here," she said again tapping her lovely toes with shiny-dark-pink-painted nails. I set the sample where she pointed and gazed at her foot for a moment.

Her foot was that of a Goddess. Its arch rose with sublime grace, ascending as if reaching for the heavens. Each contour was meticulously carved, sculpting a silhouette that weaved a tapestry of elegance and refinement.

Silken to the touch, its skin bore a celestial radiance, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight. A testament to meticulous care, it revealed a flawless canvas that invited admiration. Its texture was like the petals of a delicate flower, evoking a sense of reverence and wonder.

Adorning the tips were lacquered splendors, bearing the hue of a blushing sunset. Akin to the bloom of a rare orchid, dark pink nail polish caressed each nail with grace and allure. Its hue, deep and enchanting, exuded an aura of mystery, like a secret whispered by the evening breeze.

Oh, what a vision her foot presented, a masterpiece of poetry and art. It was a foot that embodied the embodiment of beauty's essence, captivating hearts and minds alike with its mesmerizing presence.

My summary to ChatGPT: Yabadabaduuu! I leaned back to see if she had noticed me and found her looking at me with that ecstatic smile again. She really seemed to enjoy this. But was "this" the sales process or me?

Encouraged by her positive mood, I asked, "How long have you been here?"

"I bought it about three years ago. It is close to my work. I work as an executive assistant for a big CEO. I live by myself so this is enough space for me," she said.

I was surprised that she opened up to me like that. It was sure a sign that she liked me. Was it in "that" way, though, I did not yet know. While she mentioned her job her voice had become serious. This made me think, or sense, that there was an affair going on between her and her boss.

After this brief exchange she stopped eye contact with me. She got absorbed with the samples on the floor. After some silence she said, "I like the Auburn and the Florida Summer. Do you have more samples?"

I said, "Yes, I do. In my car. I will go grab them now."

I went to my car and returned with the samples. She was still looking at the ones on the floor. "I guess we are over the subtle flirting. Now I can focus on the business," I told myself.

"Here is our special collection. They do not always have these in stock but I might be able to get them for you. This is Desert Heat, Palm Joy, Sunset, Butterscotch, Cinnamon, Ginger Spell, Chestnut Elegance, and Tea Gold."

Her joyous smile returned after seeing these samples. "Here, set them in the middle!" she ordered excitedly. She scooped to the edge of the sofa and leaned forward to get a better look.

"I like this one, this one, and this one," tapping her toes on the Chestnut, Butterscotch, and Tea Gold while looking at me with a beaming smile.

As she tapped on my samples with her sexy toes, my heart hopped. I was thinking of the toe prints that would have been left on them. I thought to myself that I would never ever clean those samples and would sniff them as soon as I got back in my car.

Did she know what she was doing to me with her sexy feet? As I was thinking about this she looked at me and then her toes! Looked like she did figure out I was a fetishist!

"Any more sample?" she asked seriously.

I didn't have any more. "Ahh, unfortunately these are the only laminates," I said.

She looked disappointed at that point. "No? Nothing more?" she asked again first time with a frown.

To see her buzz killed made me fee bad. I got a crazy idea all of a sudden. I do not know where it came from. I told myself, "There is nothing to lose, just do it!"

I said, "Well there is one more," and I threw myself on the floor lying on my back. "How is this one?" I asked humorously.

I was expecting her to either laugh or ask me to leave. She did neither. She chuckled a bit, and then paused.

"Hmmm, it looks okay, but I need to try it first," she said.

Then she stood up. She walked to my side. She lifted her right foot and placed it on my belly. "Feels pretty soft," she said with such subtle sarcasm that it could have passed as serious.

Then she leaned towards me. My belly sank a bit. She put only half of her pressure and stepped back. I waited with excitement. She then slowly moved towards my legs, lifted her left foot and put it on my waist, near my cock. "Here feels good," she said.

The warmth of her sole right next to my cock made it bigger. She put her foot around my cock several places, but never touched it. Then she took her foot down. I hoped it was not over already.

She took few steps to near my torso. Was this going to get fancier? She lifted her right foot and slowly had it descend on my chest. My heart was beating hard next to it. I am sure she felt it. I felt more and more pressure ok my chest.

Then, suddenly the pressure of her foot faltered. In two seconds of strange shifts of weight, I saw her left foot also rising off the floor and simultaneously I felt big pressure on my chest. Now she was standing with both feet on me! I realized, I did not throw myself on the floor by accident. I wanted this all along. I wanted to become her floor mat!

"Mmmm, feels good," she said lustfully. "I like the way this flooring feels. Let me walk a little bit," she added.

She made small movements on my chest. She seemed to be getting comfortable on me. She proceeded to walked up and down my body. I felt some pain now and then but didn't budge.

"Mmmm I want to stand on your face too," she said.

After saying this she stood near my neck. She lifted one foot and carefully balancing lowered it to my face. Her smooth sole landed on the right side of my face. The feeling was mesmerizing. Her sole was humid and soft.

"You might feel a slight pain," she said.

Then all of a sudden I felt immense pressure on the right side of my face. I thought my skull was about to explode. Momentarily her other foot landed on the other side of my face.

Now my face was covered by her both feet. I felt a lot of pressure but I was in paradise. I could stay in this position all day. It was as if her sole was fusing to the skin of my face. Her round smooth heels were pressing on my lips and making them flat. I could barely breathe from my nose and I thought I sniffed a glimpse of cheesy feet. My penis grew harder.

"Look how good I am with my balance. That is the trait of a great dancer," she boasted.

I tried making some sounds in response. She chuckled. Then she stepped back on my chest.

"Let you have a breath," she said.

My chest under her feet, I was feeling bliss. I wished that could last for years. She looked so beautiful looking down at me with her luscious figure. "Do you want to know how my feet smell like? Here," she said.

She lifted one her left foot and I felt the pressure increase under her right foot. She slowly landed her foot on my nose, part of her sole resting on my lips and chin. I took a deep sniff off her soft, humid sole. In the magnificent scent there were the slightest hints of vinegar, cheese, and leather.

"Smells awesome, right? They have been in my heels since 7 a.m.," she said.

She then started rubbing her sole on my cheeks, jawlines, forehead, cheekbones, and eyelids. I savored every touch and tried to sniff as much as possible. Every time her toes passed over my nose the scent was the strongest.

"I know what you are thinking: how it must smell between my toes. Wait for me a moment," she said as she got off me.

I lay there thinking if I was in a dream or not. Could this be really happening? Then she came back with a vibrator in her hand. She sat on the sofa. Then she gestured to me to get up. She told me to kneel in front of her. I did.

She then pulled her black skirts up. They were tight so she had to jiggle them. Then she slid off her pink, half-opaque panties. She opened up her legs and the gates to her "tunnel of life" was revealed, two beautiful pink-colored, cleanly-shaven buns with wings shimmering with lustful juice. She gave it a quick rub. I licked my lips.

Then she brought her feet in front of me.

"Take one and start sniffing," she said.

I held her right foot up. I examined it like a piece of art. Her toes, arches, heel, ankle, all were so elegant and demanding to be worshipped. I looked at her eyes; they were watching me as she smiled.

I closed my eyes and started sniffing from her heel. I tried to discern all the different aroma that there were, but they were all mingled and perfect as a whole, a fine mixture like in aged wine. Different areas of her foot had different accents of the scent.

When I arrived at her toes my heart beat faster. I was prepared for a sharp aroma and sure enough when I planted my nose between her toes in the middle, sharp waves of delicious aroma filled up my nose my trachea, and then my lungs.

A delicate fragrance, a beguiling essence that betrays the origins of its ethereal grace. A subtle, elusive scent, like the faintest echo of blooming flowers at dusk, beckons one's senses to journey beyond the visible realm.

She had leaned her back on the sofa, her eyes half closed and her hand using the vibrator on her clit. "Mmmm, is it delicious?" she asked. I nodded.

"Go on, lick them!" she commanded.

I didn't need further instructions. Voraciously I took out my eager tongue and ran it all over her foot, licking crazily. She moaned. I sucked on her heel. She inserted the vibrator and gave a horny cry. I licked across her sole and reached her toes. Her moans became periodic.

I licked under her toes first. The creamy sweat coated my tongue. I then took her big toe in my mouth. I felt her nail with my tongue. Ohh that elegance was in me now, right under my tongue, being washed with my saliva that was running like a creek. I sucked on her toe, the flavor of the sweaty residue washing off with my saliva. I swallowed it and felt it run down my throat. This was the fountain of youth!

Her toes were salty and well-seasoned. She was now masturbating fast. I sucked each toe separately once, and two-by-two another round. Her moaning got more frequent and she started rocking her hip back and forth fast.

The most delicious part was coming: between her toes! I pulled back my head and took a look. My sucking had not reached to right in the middle of the toes. And there I could still see particles of cheesy toe jam. The products of the fermentation of sweat and dead skin by the same type of bacteria that make cheese in the unique environment of the leather shoes of this Goddess, these sesame-seed-sized flavor bombs were sure to be the greatest delicacy in the world.

The magnetism between her toes and my tongue such excited her that she was breathing heavily. I took out my wet tongue again and planted between two of her toes. The toe jams dissolved onto my tongue, diffusing all the flavor. I was mesmerized. I swallowed my extraction. Then, by bewilderment, I started licking between her toes with such force that she orgasmed with powerful contractions.

"Other one too," she said in a whisper, panting as her orgasm subsided.

I left her left foot and lifted her right and repeated the same. She came again. She was a strong lady and I did not see her orgasms stopping any time soon. After this session, her feet were all "clean". I watched her shake with orgasm as I held and gently stroked her feet in my hands.

"Very good job," she said. "You are going to make a good servant."

Somehow I took these words naturally. It was as if this was decided much earlier.

"Now, here comes your next task," she said, parting her legs. "Don't worry, he always uses condom," she added.