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Chapter #5
Socks and me don't mix
by: A former member
Gripping the tongue of the sneaker you hang on for dear life as she lifts her leg and swivels, lowering it to the floor carefully so you don't fall. She gives a little hair toss and breathes out another puff of smoke into the air before giving you a devilish grin.
"Alright short stuff, time for a foot massage I think cause my feet are killing me."
You topple off the shoe as she pulls her white sock free and look up from the floor as she flexes her toes inside the cotton. Your weak screams are cut off as the huge foot comes down atop your tiny body, rubbing softly across you, the fabric rough on your thin skin, pushing you across the floor as she runs her foot in circles, laughing to herself.
"Oh God this is to funny, you are to cute little man. Wait till my gals get a load of you. But I don't wanna play with you in here anymore, someone might come in, come on short stuff."
At last she picks her sweaty sock and foot off of you allowing you to gasp at the clean air for but a moment as her hand takes hold of you and sets you back in her shirt pocket. She rises then and goes to a nearby row of lockers pulling free a backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.
"Gotta go change and then we'll see what to do with you next. Even let you watch how that sound buddy?" she asks as if you have any real say in the matter as she walks into a private employee bathroom and shuts the door.
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