"I'll start this little stench fest." This came from Jessica Alba. She was gorgeous, and you were a huge fan. You always wanted to meet her, but not in this fashion. "I'm sorry that you hate feet, because you are going to get up close and personal with mine, and sorry for the smell; I went on a 10 mile run in this LA heat earlier, and never really got a chance to wash them."
Olivia brought a chair in from the kitchen, and placed it over your chest. Jessica sat down, and kicked off her flats, which she was wearing because they made her feet smell even worse, if that was even possible. "Oh my God Jessica, that is disgusting. I would hate to be him right now." said Kristen. "Yea, but who cares. He's ours for the day." Jessica's feet smelled like sweat, cheese, and leather; all mixed together.
Jessica placed her long toes over your nose; forcing you to filter any air through them. Each breath brought about a smell that was worse than the previous breath. Just when you thought you could take no more, Jessica...
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