The Teacher's Pet Ch. 12

"Wow, I love this!" Tanya clapped while giggling.

"You know," I said as I sat where Polly had vacated, "that's where she normally is when she massages my feet each day."

"It is?"

"Yes indeed. I'm sure she's perfectly comfortable there."

She chuckled as she peered down at Polly. "I hope so." She leaned back and placed her hands behind her head. "'Cause I'm real comfy here." She sighed with contentment. "Heck, it should always be like this when she's rubbing my feet. It makes me feel more like a queen."

I shook my head and she laughed. My gaze shifted to Polly, who looked quite despondent. It made me cringe to witness her shame at the hands - er, feet - of her best friend. Judging from Polly's reaction, it seemed Tanya wasn't normally like this during their foot rubbing sessions. I figured the blonde was putting on a show to impress me in some way. However, she was only making herself come off as a complete bitch. It wasn't helping that she didn't even appear to be bothered by the atrocious stench emanating from her feet.

As I continued to hide how much the odor was affecting me, I patted Tanya's shoulder with a smile. "Well, you do seem very relaxed."

"Oh, I am." She closed her eyes and purred with satisfaction. "I could stay right here for hours."

Since Tanya wasn't paying attention to me, I winked at Polly. She gave me a slight grin but wore a rather puzzled expression. I knew she had no idea what I was up to. However, she would soon find out.

With slow and careful movements, I turned my body so my back was against the armrest. While ensuring Tanya remained unaware, I raised my feet from the floor and stretched my legs out. Seconds later, with my shoes mere inches above the blonde's lap, I dropped them onto her thighs.

"Hey!" She almost jumped out of her skin as her eyes flew open. "What the hell!" The combination of shock and annoyance on her face caused me to laugh. "Get your feet off of me!"

She tried to push my feet away, but I used all of my strength to keep them in place. Her expression became one of pure anger when her feeble attempts continued to fail. I kept on laughing.

"Seriously, this isn't funny!"

"It's hilarious. Trust me!"

At this point, I was almost out of breath from laughing. I slapped my thigh, while Tanya's cheeks grew redder and redder. Polly began giggling as well.

Tanya let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I give up." She crossed her arms and glared at me. "Are you gonna move your feet now?"

"Hmm," I said with a smirk, "I don't think so. You make such a nice footrest." I chuckled as she shot me a look of contempt. "In fact, there's something more you could do for me."

Her expression changed to one of suspicion, but she didn't respond.

"This is my apartment, right?" She held her stare while nodding. "So, wouldn't you agree that I deserve to be pampered like a queen as well?"

She narrowed her gaze, no doubt realizing where I was going with this. I couldn't help but snicker.

"Here's what I expect you to do. Take off my pumps and give me the same treatment that Polly is giving you."

Her eyes bulged, followed by a display of utter revulsion. "Hell no! I ain't touchin' your feet!"

"Yes, you are," I said while lowered my brows. "Unless, of course, you want me to cancel our plans for tomorrow, including a couple of surprises I'm sure you would have loved."

She suddenly looked quite curious. "What surprises?"

"If you must know... I made hair, nail, and leg-waxing appointments for us. And they gave me such a nice discount that I was going to cover the cost. Neither of you would have paid a cent."

"Wow, really?"

"Really." I sighed with discontent. "But I guess you'd prefer to skip the whole thing."

She shook her head violently. "No, no, I'll, um, do what you asked."

"Excellent!" I gave her a wide grin. "It's wonderful to know you value our friendship enough to rub my aching feet."

"Uh huh," she said with a fake smile.

After letting out an enormous breath, she grabbed the heels of each pump and started to ease them from my feet. I watched intently, as did the girl sitting on the floor. I figured Polly was as eager as I was to witness Tanya's reaction when my shoes were all the way off. We weren't disappointed.

She jerked her head away while coughing and gasping. "Holy crap!" She buried her face in her hands. "They smell evil! Like, way worse than mine!"

I laughed and wiggled my toes. A moment later, the stench hit me like a freight train. Damn, it truly was horrible. Even Polly turned her face in the other direction. I kind of felt bad for her, given she was dealing with a titanic level of combined foot stink. However, it was necessary to teach the blonde bitch some manners.

Polly shuddered with every breath but was able to continue massaging her friend's feet. Tanya, on the other hand, appeared to be having extreme difficulties coping with my foot odor. I chuckled at the notion of ramping things up a little.

"I suppose I shouldn't have worn my oldest shoes all week, with the same pair of stockings. And perhaps I could have remembered to wash my feet. Oh well, sorry about that." I giggled while Tanya groaned.

She coughed again as she kept her hands planted over her mouth and nose. "Geez, Amber... why'd you let them get so nasty?"

"You're one to talk," I said as I folded my arms and smirked. "At least I cleaned mine on Monday. Besides, I was only doing what your friend recommended. I mean, it really does feel incredible to have my feet massaged when they're super sweaty."

Tanya scowled at Polly, who lowered her head in shame. It was clear the blonde wasn't pleased with her friend's decision to share this "information" with me. Perhaps it was because she was now being forced to endure the stench of my feet. But maybe there was another reason - one which involved jealousy. In order to confirm this, though, I would have to get Tanya alone so we could chat.

While pondering how I would briefly pull her away from Polly tomorrow, I realized she was avoiding her foot-pampering duties. In fact, she seemed to be ignoring me altogether. Not wanting to let her off the hook, I poked her arm with my toes and raised an eyebrow.

"Ahem." I snickered when she cast me an uneasy look. "Be a good girl and take your hands off your face, put them on my feet, and start rubbing."

Her gaze shifted to my feet and back to my face. I gave her a stern expression and she dropped her hands onto my ankles. With obvious resignation, she slid them onto my feet. I felt her trembling and saw her eyes starting to water. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath with her mouth, and began moving her fingers.

For the next twenty minutes, very little was said as both of my students worked their magic on a pair of stinky feet. The only words spoken were mine and consisted of a few comments on how Tanya could improve her massage skills. Although she wasn't in the same league as Polly, she became better under my guidance and ended up giving me a nice foot rub.

Speaking of Polly, she was in some kind of trance during the whole episode. Her hands seemed to move on autopilot - continuing to massage her friend's feet while her eyes were fixed on what Tanya was doing to mine. I giggled several times, figuring she was probably living out a dream scenario she never believed would happen in real life.

It was a shame to put a stop to my entertainment, especially since the blonde showed her clear displeasure through all of it. However, the project had to be printed and we needed to be at Polly's house soon.

"Thank you for the lovely foot rub," I said as I removed my feet from Tanya's grasp.

"You're, uh, welcome." She let out a heavy sigh of relief, before looking at her friend. "And thanks, Pol." She pulled her feet from Polly's hands, stood up, and rushed into the powder room.

I laughed when I heard water running in the sink. "She'll have to scrub real hard to wash all my foot stench away."

Polly chuckled. "Yeah, she might be in there for a while."

Her comment cracked me up once more. "I'm sure." I became more serious as I leaned closer to her and spoke softly. "So, um, are you okay? I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

She shrugged with a slight smile. "I'm fine," she said in a quiet voice. "I mean, the smell was a lot to take, especially when your shoes first came off." She shook her head and I smirked. "But then it was..." She took a deep breath. "...totally turning me on."

"Was it now?" She nodded several times and I giggled. "And what about me making Tanya massage my feet?"

Her eyes bulged. "Oh my God. That was... insane. I was, like, is this really happening?"

I giggled again. "I'm sure she was thinking the same thing. She definitely didn't see that coming."

"Yeah, but she deserved it for acting all... conceited and stuff."

"Exactly." I could no longer detect any sound coming from the powder room and I glanced in that direction. "She'll be out soon. We'll talk more later. For now, let's print those reports."

"Okay, sure."

We went to my computer as Tanya returned to the room. While Polly and I worked on our task, the blonde stood behind us with her arms folded. I spied her sullen expression and believed she was about to confront me. However, she remained silent - other than a few angry-sounding huffs.

Once all the papers were clipped together and I rose from the chair, she finally spoke. "You know, that was a rotten thing to do... saying you'd cancel our shopping trip tomorrow unless I rubbed your stanky feet."

I raised my eyebrows and put a hand on my cheek. "Oh, you didn't think I was serious. Did you?" I chuckled as she narrowed her gaze. "I was totally messing with you. But hey, I wasn't going to complain once you actually started massaging my feet. And let me say, you did a real good job."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it. Unlike Polly, I'm not into feet."

I glanced at Polly, who cast her eyes downward and began to fidget, and I returned my gaze to Tanya. "What do you mean she's into feet?"

She gave me an indignant smirk. "You haven't figured it out?"

Although I knew exactly what she was referring to, I wanted to hear her say it. So, I shrugged.

"It's soooo obvious. I mean, she loves being at my feet... and her mom's feet... and your feet too, apparently. And she seems to like it better when they're sweaty and smelly." She paused while taking a peek at her friend. "Don't you see? She's got a fetish for stinky feet!"

At this point, Polly looked like she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and let out a sigh. As much as I wanted to take her away from this, she could no longer hide. Tanya had figured out one of her biggest secrets.

I stared into Polly's eyes with compassion, and she finally nodded with a deep exhale. "It, it's true." A single tear ran down her cheek and she turned her face away in shame.

"Hey, don't cry, Pol." Tanya wrapped her arms around her friend. "It's okay. I've kinda suspected it for a while."

Polly let go of the embrace. "You have? And you don't think I'm, uh—"

"Weird?" Tanya laughed. "No, you're just different." She caressed Polly's cheek. "But that's part of the reason I like you. I mean, where else am I gonna find a friend who wants to give me amazing foot rubs all the time?"

There was a slight grin on the brunette's face as she dried her tears. "So, um, when did you know?"

The blonde smirked. "Well, I sorta thought you had a strange obsession with my feet when you kept offering to massage them every time I was at your house, or you were at mine. I didn't wanna make you feel bad about it, since I really liked it. But when I found out you were also doing that to your mom, I decided to look it up on the internet. And that's when I discovered something called a foot fetish."

"Wait..." Polly appeared confused. "...that was, like, years ago. Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"Like I said, I didn't wanna upset you. Besides, I wasn't totally sure you had a fetish. And if you did, I was hoping you'd eventually tell me... I mean, since we're supposed to be best friends and all."

Tanya's obvious disappointment caused Polly to frown and lower her head.

"Sorry. I, I should have told you." She sniffled and her eyes began to water again.

It was my turn to console her. "Polly, it's all right." I put an arm around her shoulder. "We understand how difficult it can be to admit having a fetish." My gaze fell on Tanya. "Right?"

Tanya sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we do."

I gave Polly a gentle squeeze. "And don't worry. It's not going to make us think any less of you. In fact..." I looked at her with a sly grin. "...I like the idea that you're really into pampering my feet. It means you're doing it with lots of... passion." My smile went wide and I raised my brows.

She let out a nervous chuckle. "Uh, yeah."

A smirk formed on Tanya's face. "Trust me, I always feel tons of passion." She bit her lip and stared into Polly's eyes. "But I wouldn't want it any other way."

It felt as though the entire world stopped, while I watched the two girls exchanging gazes that were full of desire. At least, that's how it looked to me. I let out a heavy sigh, wondering again whether they considered each other to be more than just friends.

Moments later, my thoughts were interrupted by the blonde's voice. "Hey Amber!" She giggled at my startled reaction. "Don't we need to get going?'

"Oh, um, yes... we definitely should." I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Let me grab the project and we'll head out."

Before long, we were on the road. Tanya sat in the front, with Polly in the back. At the first stop sign, I glanced toward the passenger seat and spied the blonde giving me an odd look. It was rather unsettling, so I figured I should find out what was on her mind.

"Is everything okay, Tanya?"

"Yeah." She paused for a bit and sighed. "It's just... you didn't seem very surprised about Polly's fetish." I noticed her head tilting. "Did you already know about it?"

I took a deep breath and peeked in the rearview mirror. Polly had a worried expression on her face - no doubt fearing what I would say. This was quite the conundrum. If I told the truth, she'd be very upset with me. However, if I lied and said I had no idea about her kink, Tanya would probably see right through it. In that instant, I realized there was only one way for me to respond.

"Well, like you, I had my suspicions. So, I wasn't exactly thrown for a loop when she admitted it."

"Huh." I could see her shrug with a nod. "I guess that makes sense."

I spied the relief in Polly's eyes and patted Tanya's leg. "Great. And I'm sure you're totally cool with it, just as I am."

"Oh, definitely." She shifted a bit and turned hear head toward the back. "And don't worry, Pol. We won't tell anyone at school." She smacked my arm lightly. "Right, Amber?"

"Of course," I said while shooting her a brief glare. "Instead, I'll just tell everyone that you offered to rub my sweaty feet."

She smacked me harder. "Hey!"

I laughed, causing Polly to giggle as well. "Come on. What's the big deal? I mean, you were quite good at it... so good, in fact, that I'm thinking you're hiding a foot fetish of your own."

Since we were stopped again, I looked at Tanya and smirked. She had her arms folded, with a scowl on her face. I couldn't help but chuckle.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, reeeeal funny. There's no way I'm touchin' your disgusting feet again."

"Aw, they weren't that bad. Were they?"

"Not that bad?" She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "That stench nearly killed me!"

"In other words, it was about the same as your foot stench last Saturday, which almost made me drive off the road. Or when your shoes came off today at my apartment, which almost caused me to puke."

"Wait, it bothered you that much? I thought you didn't mind it."

"I was trying to be polite. But since we're being honest, well... girl, your feet smell worse than a pile of dead skunks."

For a few moments, Tanya seemed annoyed by my comment. However, she soon burst out laughing. Polly and I joined her, and the hilarity continued for another minute or so. By the time we all calmed down, we were within sight of our destination.

As I turned into the driveway, I nudged Tanya's arm. "How about we don't subject each other to our rank foot odor, unless we agree to it beforehand?"

She nudged me back and giggled. "Sounds good to me."

I parked the car and was reaching to remove my seatbelt, when Tanya's voice made me pause.

"Hold on... won't we be taking our shoes off in the foyer?"

"Oh yes, that's right." I chuckled and finished unbuckling myself. "Well, I can handle it if you can."

She narrowed her eyes with a smirk. "Hey, it won't bother me." She tipped her head toward Polly. "But we might get her overly excited."

Polly smacked her friend's shoulder. "Cut it out!"

Tanya laughed. "You're too easy, Pol." She then gave her a warm smile. "But that's why we love you."

The brunette rolled her eyes and groaned, while Tanya and I both giggled.

After we entered the house, Steph greeted each of us with a huge smile and a hug.

She pulled away from our embrace and peered down at what I was holding. "Is that the finished project?"

"It sure is." I extended it toward her. "You can peruse it whenever you want to."

"Great," she said while snatching it from my hand. "I'll sit on the couch and read it now. I assume you'll be joining me?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Excellent!" She gazed at her daughter with a sly grin. "And I can enjoy my daily foot massage while offering commentary on your paper."

Tanya chuckled, and I glanced at Polly. She appeared rather unsettled at the prospect of giving her mother a foot rub in front of both me and her friend. I gave her a sympathetic look and she sighed while nodding.

Steph walked into the living room and the rest of us removed our shoes. The foyer quickly filled up with the unmistakable odor of stinky feet. I hoped most of it was from our shoes and thus remained there when we departed. However, when Tanya and I sat on either side of Steph, she crinkled her nose and waved a hand under it.

"Wow, what's up with that smell?" She shifted her gaze from left to right. "It's like someone put an old, raunchy sneaker in my face!"

I placed a hand on Steph's leg and exhaled deeply. "I'm really sorry. I've been so busy with the project and grading assignments that I haven't had time in the last few days to wash below my knees."

"So, your feet are causing all the stink?"

"It's not just her, Mrs. Wilkerson." Tanya stared at the floor. "I haven't washed mine for a while either." She bit her lip and looked into Steph's eyes. "But I only did it because Polly's always telling me that foot rubs are better when the feet are super-sweaty."

Steph glared at her daughter. "You told her that? Why?"

At this point, Polly had gotten into a seated position on the floor. Her eyes went wide with fear and she began trembling. It was clear she had no idea what to say, since Steph didn't seem to know about her daughter's fetish for smelly feet. I wanted to help her somehow, but I too was stumped for words. Thankfully, Tanya came to the rescue.

"Mrs. Wilkerson?" She grabbed Steph's hand to make her look at the blonde girl. "I, I can explain. It's, it's because foot sweat, like, brings out natural skin oils which, um, softens the soles and toes. So, it definitely makes a massage feel... really awesome."

Steph appeared quite impressed with Tanya's explanation, and nodded. "That makes a lot of sense, actually." She raised an eyebrow and looked down at Polly. "How come I'm just hearing about this now?"

Polly took a huge breath and cleared her throat. "Oh, um, well... I, I figured you would think I was, uh, crazy if I suggested that you get your feet all sweaty."