Your comments are most appreciated -- if you like this story, please let me know you're reading! alien_ov@yahoo.com === BRITNEY'S SUMMER SURPRISE Britney had just finished washing her long, strawberry blonde hair when a knock came at the front door. She sighed with irritation, slipped on a t-shirt, and ran downstairs to answer it. On the front porch stood Ms. Kelly, one of mom's friends. "Hi Britney, is your mom home?" Ms. Kelly smiled impatiently and crossed her arms as she spoke. "No, " Britney replied, barely disguising her own annoyance at being disturbed, "she's at work still. She doesn't get home until after six." "Oh, " Ms. Kelly was irritated to have to deal with - how old was she now? - an 18-year old brat like Britney. "Well, I'm here because your mother ordered some cosmetics, and I'm here to drop them off." "Well she's not here," Britney explained again, looking off into the distance impatiently. Why did she have to deal with this lady who was like 50 years old? "I understand that, " Ms. Kelly responded, unable to supress a patronizing tone when dealing with such a rude teenaged princess. "Do you think I could come in for a minute and leave a note for your mother, along with the order?" Britney sighed, rolled her eyes, and held open the door for Ms. Kelly to enter the living room. "I do appreciate it, " Ms. Kelly said, stepping inside into the air conditioning. "It feels nice to get out of that heat." Ms. Kelly sat at one end of the couch. She reached in her shoulder bag and removed a paper bag full of cosmetics and a notepad. "I don't know why I wear these leather pumps when I have to walk around and it's the middle of summer outside. They look nice, but they sure make my feet uncomfortable. And sweaty!" Britney mostly ignored her, looking out the window, popping her gum, wrapping her finger in the fringes of her faded old cut-off denim shorts and adjusting the shoulder straps of her baby doll tank top. "Britney, why don't you come over here and give me a foot massage?" This gave Britney pause; she looked at Ms. Kelly and raised her eyebrows incredulously. "No thanks, I'll pass," Britney laughed uncomfortably. "Well that's no way to treat a guest," Ms. Kelly replied, her face smiling but stern. "Um, no way, lady. There's no WAY I'm giving you a foot massage." "Britney, I think your attitude needs adjusting. I WAS mostly kidding about the foot massage, but since you've been so rude and ungracious to a guest in your mother's home, I've changed my mind. Now if you know what's good for you, you'll get over here and take off my shoes and rub my tired feet." "Or what?" Britney laughed, sneering with disbelief. "Or, oh, I don't know, your mother gets a call about how I showed up on your doorstep and you were half-naked with a boy inside, and the two of you had been drinking, and you get the idea Britney." "You wouldn't dare," Britney answered, folding her arms defensively. But even as she glared in silence, it began to sink in. Ms. Kelly had been mom's friend at least since Britney was a little girl, and mom HAD been suspiscious about Britney's behaviour lately. "Okay, I'll rub your feet," she pouted at last. Ms. Kelly beamed with quiet satisfaction. "Now then, Britney, let's have you sit on the floor and here are my feet, and why don't you help me off with these leather pumps off my bare feet. I don't know why I wear these sweaty old shoes without stockings, they just make my bare feet sweat like crazy. I know my feet get kind of stinky but you don't mind, do you Britney?" Ms. Kelly slipped off her size 6 mid-heeled leather dress pumps. They were obviously stuck to her feet with sweat and came off with an audible pop. Ms. Kelly's bare feet had the most incredibly horrible smell imaginable. Britney wrinkled her nose and gagged. Her eyes watered being so close to these rotten stinky sweaty toes. Ms. Kelly had neatly polished pretty red toenails (the pedicure looked much nicer than Britney's own chipped pale blue toenail polish) but the rest of her feet were a dirty grimy mess, with bits of grit and sweaty lint and toe cheese all over and between her rank-smelling toes and grime and dirt sticking to her sweaty wrinkled footsoles. There were clearly visible sweat imprints in the insoles of her freshly-removed pumps, and well-worn patches of dirt inside the shoes, describing the curves of Ms. Kelly's arches and balls of feet. Britney was fuming with embarrasment, anger, and outrage, but made an effort to relax, and take deep breaths, and just get this over with, but ugh! these feet she held in her hands smelled so offensive and nasty, they were worse than anything she could have imagined. She couldn't believe that feet this smooth and petite could smell so horribly stinky and gross! She had an obvious expression of distaste on her face, but she dutifully massaged Ms. Kelly's sweaty toes and cramped, achy soles as the older woman just smiled in silent triumph. "Did you just wash your hair, dear? Here, you don't mind if I rest my feet against your head, do you? Your cool wet hair feels nice against my hot sweaty foot bottoms." Ms. Kelly laughed with satisfaction as she wiped her stinky old bare feet all over Britney's hair and then in Britney's face. She flexed her toes and cupped the balls of her feet over Britney's nose, pressing her sweaty soles firmly against Britney's mouth. "That's right Britney, smell my feet. Let me hear you breathe in through your nose. Smell my foot odor. Smell my stinky toes. Do as I say. "I think I'm going to be coming over here and using your face as my foot wipe on a regular basis, Britney, so it's only right you get used to the smell. I should warn you I've ALWAYS had people tell me my feet stink, but that's just too bad, because you're a brat, and a bitch, and now you had better OBEY me and let me hear you sniffing my foot bottoms." Britney gave in and inhaled loudly, even though it made her shiver with disgust to experience Ms. Kelly's foot odor so directly and deliberately. "Breathe in through your nose, Britney, that's right. Smell my feet. "Now Britney, I want you to take that piece of gum in your mouth, that I heard you popping earlier so rudely, and I want you to spit it out into the toe of my pump, and I'm going to leave it there inside my shoe, and then the next time I come over, maybe I'll be nice and let you have it back to chew on, along with whatever dirt and grimy foot sweat get stuck to it. Would you like that?" Britney wrinkled her face further with disgust and looked like she was about to turn green. "Now open your mouth and and suck my toes, Britney. They are all hot and sweaty and need your pretty little mouth to cool them off and give them a little massage." Ms. Kelly pushed her pointed toes firmly against Britney's lips. The girl tried to twist her head away, but finally relented and allowed the older woman's sweaty foot into her mouth. "Lick the balls of my feet. Get in between my toes. Lick up all the dirt between my toes. Lick the soles of my feet, Britney. They're all wrinkled because they're all sweaty. Now how about you give my tootsies a nice massage all over with your lips and tongue? "After you're done sucking my feet, maybe you can touch up my toenail polish for me, won't that be nice? That's right, get used to the taste of my feet. I want your mouth to taste like FEET for the rest of the day. Like MY feet." Eventually, Ms. Kelly had Britney fetch her a glass of water, and leaned back on the couch to watch TV for a little while. Ms. Kelly had Britney lie on her back in front of the couch, and casually pressed her dirty, sweaty footsoles over top of Britney's face. "Breathe the smell of my feet, Britney. Get used to it." Ms. Kelly relaxed for about half an hour, silently keeping Britney under her footsoles. Finally, Ms. Kelly removed her feet - you could bits of dirt and sweat on Britney's face now - and she slipped the stinky things back into her elegant pumps. "See you soon, " she smiled, looking down at Britney, before turning on her heel and leaving without another word. TO BE CONTINUED?