Working Conditions

This was random.

Like a completely random idea that took root in my brain and I just had to write it out.

You might enjoy it, you might dislike it, or hate it.

For of those of you who are interested, I hope you do enjoy.

This is a parody/celebrity fiction, I don't think Ellen in reality makes her female employees worship her feet.

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I was ecstatic, I couldn't believe I'd finally been employed to work on the Ellen Degeneres show.

And to make things even more exciting, I was going to be working under Ellen herself as a personal assistant. As a young lesbian woman who was interested in show bizz as a career, Ellen had always been a bit of an icon and role model for me, so in many ways this was a dream come true.

The day after my first meeting with Ellen, she called me into her office. It was a small room that overlooked the studio floor, where the tapings of her show took place. I was still incredibly nervous, my previous meeting with her had been a very short affair, lasting only a few minutes before I was told to come back in today. This felt like the more in-depth interview process, which I was surprised Ellen would do personally, thinking she would delegate it to someone else, but it seemed she wanted to interview me personally before I got the final seal of approval.

Walking into her office and closing the door behind me, I was met with the sight of Ellen seated behind a desk, a laptop open in front of her which she looked up from when I entered. She smiled at me and said "Hello Michelle! So glad you could make it." She gestured towards one of two chairs in front of her desk and I sat down.

"So," she began, "tell me about yourself."

"Um, ok well there's not much to tell really. I mean, I've worked in theater while in college, and did some comedy and improv group work which was more fun, and it's where I really got my drive and desire to get into show business." I explained, a bit self conscious talking about myself in front of my role model.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, "what kind of shows have you done?"

"Well, um, I don't know if they're any good or anything, but I've played a lot of different roles, and uh...Like I said comedy, which was a few solo open mic nights as well as improv group shows." I explained as she listened, nodding along.

"Well, I'm looking for a new personal assistant to start this week" she explained as she closed her laptop. "Your duties would be varied, but there might be a chance for you to pitch stuff in the writers room on occasion. And getting involved when we do special segments for each week's show, could be some great opportunities to show off your skills. Though your main priority would be your duties as my assistant." she said looking me straight in the eye.

"Ok, so what exactly does that entail?" I asked.

"You'll be my assistant, and I'll be using you to help run my life. I need someone who can organize things, and keep track of my schedule and all the day-to-day stuff. Not to mention this wouldn't just be in the studio, I would be calling you at times after hours. You'd be coming to my home as well, I'm not going to lie, it will get pretty intense at times." she said with a laugh.

"So um, in terms of wages, not to sound rude or anything..." I asked, feeling a little anxious now, wondering how much this job would pay, it sounded like it would be a busy and taxing position. But I wasn't going to let my fears stop me from a good opportunity, especially one that could be well paying, rent wasn't cheap afterall.

"I think it would be around $10,000 per month, plus expenses." she replied, smiling at me again.

This caused my eyes to nearly bulge out my head, I hadn't been expecting that. Even though it was probably pocket change to Ellen, to me that figure was far above any previous wage I'd had before in my life. Not to mention expenses thrown in.

"Um, wow that's..that's really generous, and honestly far above what I had expected." I replied.

"Well as I said, it will be taxing at times, and you'll be pretty busy. It's a job that requires dedication and someone who is reliable, so the salary does reflect that." Ellen said, then added "But it sounds like you are more than qualified for the job, so I'm sure we can work something out."

"I uhm...I think I am, I mean, I'm willing to put in the time and effort to make this job work, and I really would love to work with you." I said smiling.

Ellen seemed to be watching me during this conversation, her eyes never leaving my form as I spoke, but instead traveling up and down my seated form as if inspecting me or grading me in her head. After a few moments of this silent inspection she resumed her previous expression.

"There are a few things I expect of my assistants, duties that are a deal breaker if you want the job that is. Not everyone can handle them." Ellen said as she leaned back in her chair before bringing her legs up, resting her shoes on her desk and crossing them at the ankle.

I could see she was wearing a pair of designer sneakers, which were from a recent brand release she did. The style of these particular shoes were very popular, and had been featured on many magazines and websites. They were very unique, and I knew where she had gotten them because I'd seen them on the show before.

"Well, whatever it is I'm sure I can fulfill these duties to the best of my abilities." I said nodding, causing her again to give me an appraising look.

"Oh, you certainly seem confident enough," she replied.

"I've been told I have a lot of potential, and I think I can prove it," I replied.

"Good, because I like to be able to trust my people, and I think you will fit in perfectly."

I couldn't suppress the smile that grew on my face at those words, I was about to reply when Ellen suddenly spoke up once more.

"Take off my shoes."

It took me several moments after she said that for me to fully register the words. I gave her a slightly confused look in response.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me, take off my shoes." she repeated. Her tone was firm, but not overly harsh. Though she was looking at me with expectation.

"Uh, ok." I replied. Not sure what else I could really say, the request still not really making sense.

I stood up and walked over to her, standing behind her desk as she moved her chair back slightly and reaching for her shoes. She lifted her left foot up and placed it in my hands, and I slowly pulled off her shoe, letting it fall to the ground with a thud before I leaned down, and proceeded to remove the right shoe.

"Now the socks," Ellen said, causing me to glance up at her before wordlessly complying, slipping both socks from her feet. It was obvious she'd been wearing them all day leading up to the interview now, as they did have slight dampness to them.

I was now face to face, or more accurately face to foot, with Ellen's bare feet which were size 8's. Her toes curled and wiggled slightly now in the fresh air, and her soles arched back in my hands. Her toes weren't overly long, and her big toes stood out as being rather round and larger than the rest, and her soles looked flushed due to being inside her shoes for hours. Her feet were rather flat, with not much of a curve or arch beneath them.

"Now, how good are you at foot rubs?" she asked, again bringing me back to reality as I looked up at her.

"Um, I'm not really sure, I haven't really had the opportunity to give one before." I replied.

"Well you're going to get the opportunity to practice today," she replied with an air of authority and absolute assurance.

I could see something different in her posture now, as well as her expression, her tone too had shifted from the jovial and light hearted one that she'd had before.

"You...You want me to rub your feet?" I asked, still unsure of what was happening.

"Yes, and you better do a good job." she replied, her voice becoming more commanding and stern.

I couldn't help but feel a little nervous now, I'd never given a foot massage before, and I wasn't sure how to proceed. However I didn't want to risk losing this position, the wage alone, not to mention working for Ellen was too much of a good thing to pass up.

Looking down at her feet resting in my hands, I decided to start on her right foot, and hopefully I would be good enough at giving a massage that was satisfactory to the older woman.

I started at the arch, and going on instinct and from what I knew of basic foot rubbing techniques, I began to knead the skin of her sole, feeling the softness of her feet as I rubbed my thumbs into her arch. As I did I saw Ellen shift and recline back on her seat, all the while her eyes were watching me and my actions.

As I began working my way up her sole, I couldn't help but notice a slight smell of sweat and perfume emanating from her feet, she'd obviously applied some type of lotion this morning before putting her shoes on, and it had since mingled in with the scent of her feet, as well as having been cooped up in her shoes all morning.

Her soles were very soft, obviously the product of receiving regular foot pampering and spa treatments, I could feel my fingers sinking into her flesh as I worked my way up.

"That's right, now work under my toes." Ellen said firmly, and I did as she instructed, moving my hands down to her big toe and massaging it. I could hear her breathing become heavier as I did this, and the room was filled with a soft hum of pleasure.

I was still in a bit of a state of shock. I had ran many scenarios through my head about how this meeting was going to go today, but none of them had ended up with me on my knees massaging Ellen Degeneres's feet.

"Keep going, don't stop until I tell you to." she said.

I continued to rub her big toe, and then her second toe, making my way down and applying hopefully doing a good job.

"Work my heel now," she said, pointing down at me, gesturing to the bottom of her foot. Moving my hand down till I was gripping the bottom of her foot, I began to work the ball and heel area. Despite being soft, there was still a firmness to this part of her foot that the upper sections hadn't had, so I found myself applying more pressure as I rubbed. Ellen let out a small moan of enjoyment at my actions, making me a bit more motivated.

I may not have been expecting this as one of my 'duties' but if I could do a good enough job, at least I wouldn't be disappointing my idol, and my employer. And when it came down to it, massaging someone's feet wasn't that strange of a task.

"Now switch," she said after a few minutes, removing her right foot from my hands and switching it with her left.

I'd gotten so distracted by my rubbing, that I'd forgotten she had a whole other foot that would need attention. Starting over again, I tried to copy the same techniques I'd used on her right foot, carrying out the same motions. I was now getting a good idea of what to expect as I rubbed her feet.

I continued on for ten minutes, giving her left foot the same treatment. All the while Ellen watched me, inspecting my work silently except for the occasional direction she would give.

"Ok, I think that's enough rubbing," she said finally after a solid half hour of massaging had passed. I nodded silently and placed her feet down, preparing to get up only for her to speak up once more.

"I didn't say you were done." she said with a firmer tone, causing me to look up at her with slight confusion, but nevertheless remained on the ground.

"You're done rubbing my feet, and all in all you weren't terrible at it for a newbie. So you can give an acceptable foot rub, though I'm not done with you just yet." she said as she was still staring down at me with the same look from before, like she was gauging every action I took.

"What else did you want me to do?" I asked genuinely. I had begun to feel like I had some grasp of understanding of what she had wanted of me, but now once again I was plunged back down into confusion.

There was also a sense of a dynamic here that Ellen clearly had mastered long ago. She was in charge, and I was expected to follow her demands and wishes. She held the power in this interaction and it was clear in essence as well as in positions. I was on the floor, while she sat above me, establishing the power dynamic in the room clearly.

Ellen didn't reply immediately, however I was once again greeted by her right foot which she extended out towards me, however unlike before where she rested it in my lap, this time her foot raised higher till it was right in front of my face and she curled it back so my face was facing her sole.

"Kiss it."

Once again I was broken from my stupor, as I peered up over her sole to look at her face. There was no room for argument in her expression or her tone, both firm and commanding.

"Um...Y-You want me to-." I began meekly, only for her to interrupt me.

"You said you would put in the time and effort, and would fulfill your duties to the best of your ability." she said, cutting me off. "Now if those were just empty words, you can get up and leave my office right now and we'll never see each other again."

I sat there, momentarily stunned as I took in her words,one that carried more weight as I processed them. She was basically saying if I refused her request, no her demand, that I wouldn't get the job. A job that frankly, was something I needed, as well as desired.

"But if you were serious about your work ethic, and about your dedication. Then you can pucker up those cute lips of yours, and kiss my foot." Ellen said with no room for argument, emphasizing each word as her foot moved closer to my face, again filling my senses with their scent.

I took one last glance up at her expression, seeing her raise a brow at me as I looked back at her foot, still hovering right in front of my face. All my career prospects, all my dreams and desires for the future were hanging in the balance, and with that in mind it didn't take me long to make my decision.

Grasping her ankle in my hands, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her sole, right in the center of the arch.

"Mmmmmm." she moaned softly as I kissed her foot, the taste of her perspiration mixed with her perfume coming through clearly.

"Don't stop," Ellen said as she leaned back in her chair once more, I nodded wordlessly, and began to pepper small kisses along her sole, moving up and down along her sole. I alternated between short kisses and longer drawn out ones, as she seemed to be enjoying the action. She presented her left foot again, and I quickly got the idea, switching over I gave her foot the same treatment as the last, kissing up and down her sole.

"Don't forget the toes," she said after a few minutes, looking down at me with a pleased smile on her face.

Holding her heel, I began to kiss her toes as well, starting on her smallest pinkie toe and moving my way up, pressing small kisses on each. However when I reached her big toe, I planted a longer kiss on it, thinking it would please the comedian who was clearly enjoying the treatment she was receiving.

I didn't expect, however, for Ellen to move her big toe forward more and press it against my lips. I glanced up at her only to see the same little smile gracing her face.

"Open wide," she said, and I did as she asked, opening my mouth slightly as she slid her big toe into my mouth.

"That's it," she said as I began to do what she wanted, despite not saying it out loud, I began to suck lightly on her toe. The invading digit again gave me a taste of her sweat, though this time more intimately. There was an air of dominance to the act that veered into sexual territory, as Ellen began to lightly draw her toe back before sliding it forward on my tongue, back and forth she slid it into my mouth as I looked up at her, my role model and idol now having me at her feet, and clearly taking full advantage of her position.

Wordlessly she popped her toe out of my mouth after a few minutes, but without giving me any respite it was replaced with her opposite foot's big toe, making me repeat my actions yet again as I sucked on her toe.

"Not bad," she said as I continued to suck on her toe, putting more and more effort into it as she looked pleased by my actions.

This continued for another ten minutes, Ellen alternating between her toes, until every one of her digits had been inside my mouth several times and I had tasted each one. Until finally she removed her feet from my hands, looking down at me with a small smile.

"You did a good job. You definitely showed your dedication to the position, I think you'll do well working as my assistant." she said with a slight smirk before reaching over into her desk drawer, I couldn't see what she was doing from my position till she brought out a bottle and tossed it to me. I caught it, and saw that it was a bottle of lotion, peppermint and cucumber.

"My feet could use a fresh coat before you're done." Ellen said, motioning to her feet once more, making me realize her request. I promptly squeezed out a generous amount of the admittingly nice smelling lotion, and began to once again massage Ellen's feet, this time my intent being to refresh them with the cream before they would go back into her shoes for who knows how long.

This didn't take as long, though I made sure to give both feet a generous amount of the lotion before Ellen asked me to put her socks back on. I did as she asked, before reaching down without prompting and placed her shoes back on, lacing them up as she continued to inspect me.

"You can get up now," she said finally, causing me to give her a grateful nod as I stood up. My knees and thighs were protesting and aching slightly from being seated for so long, but I shrugged it off, focussing on restoring the circulation as Ellen stood up.

"I think I've seen enough today. You'll start tomorrow, a car will be sent to pick you up and have you here at seven AM and you'll be sent your schedule tonight, be sure to memorize it." Ellen said, her tone once again casual and light as she walked me over to the office door, acting as if I hadn't just been worshiping her feet the entire time.

"Um, yes thank you," I said, unsure of what else to really say at this point.

As I walked through the door, Ellen stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"I think you're going to excell under me," she said with a slight grin. "And I'm very rewarding to assistants who go above and beyond in their duties." she said as her hand traveled down my arm slowly, before suddenly it was gone and she gestured to the door.

As I walked out, she spoke up again.

"Oh, and you might want to pick up some gum or tic-tacs, unless you want to be tasting my feet all day tomorrow." she said with a laugh.

I continued walking out of the studio, all the while my head filled with thoughts over what tomorrow would bring, as well as what my future working under Ellen Degeneres now meant.