Foot Fetish — 15

When morally satisfied and content Yulia Sergeevna left the accounting office and was already in clean shoes, the red-haired beast Natalya immediately hissed like a snake at Dima, who was still on his knee.

"Crawl here, slut!" she snarled a malicious grimace — "Clean my shoes too! Clean them with your tongue, faggot!"

Dima, getting up from his knees to his feet, looked at Natalya in confusion, his eyes darting to the sides and corners; keeping them on the predatory gaze of the red-haired beast was impossible.

Allochka, in a stupor, looked at him with a kind of contempt and said nothing.

"I won't," Dima, even surprising himself,

managed to object to this brazen bitch.

"Wh-at?" Natalya dragged out the question, clearly not expecting a refusal — "On your knees, bitch, and crawl to me!" the red-haired bitch had already switched to a scream and was demanding.

"I won't," Dima answered again and lowered his eyes to the floor, with which he began searching as if for a way out of this situation. This bitch was crossing all boundaries, and Dima was already ready to tell her to fuck off and even perhaps push her or maybe even hit her; his fists were already clenched, but he still didn't dare look her in the eye.

"Leave him alone!" Dima heard the voice of his boss and mentor Allochka.

"Fuck off!" Natalya moved towards Dima like a predator after prey.

"Back off, I told you! Leave him alone!" Allochka did block her path to Dima, who even took a step back from Natalya's determined advance.

"Come here," the lustful red-haired bitch grabbed Dima by the shirtfront through Allochka and pulled him towards herself.

"Have you all completely lost your minds here?" Irina Vladimirovna came out shouting, opening her office door and seeing how Natalya was pulling Dima towards herself through Allochka, who, not resisting with his hands at all, was just digging in his heels like a ram. There was frank fear in his eyes, a fear the red-haired beast also sensed.

"We'll talk later," Natalya hissed, looking into his eyes, and let Dima go, then looked angrily at Allochka, and then guiltily shrugged her shoulders looking at Irina Vladimirovna.

"So, what's going on here? What happened?" Irina Vladimirovna continued asking.

"Well, you're such a pushover," Allochka addressed Dima.

"Sorry, I just can't fight with girls," Dima tried to justify his frank cowardice.

"Fight? You said fight?" Allochka squinted.

Dima guiltily lowered his eyes from this squint.

"What was that? You practically just licked Yulka off in front of us! Are you afraid of her? Yes?" Allochka began as if interrogating and reproaching Dima.

"Well, I... I just..." Dima hesitated.

"Just what? You can't live here now! She'll eat you alive now!" Allochka pointed her finger at the chief accountant's door, the door behind which the red-haired bitch Natalya was now and explaining something to Irina Vladimirovna.

Dima did not want to lose such a job at all! And because of what? Because of some quarrel with Natalya? That she pestered me? — Dima pondered, and why did Allochka first stand up for him, but now speaks as if Dima is guilty of something? After all, it's not his fault, but Yulia Sergeevna acted rashly! She is to blame for what happened here! And Natashka made a scene out of nothing! What to do now? Maybe complain to Lidia Ivanovna? What to do? And what will I tell her? What to do?

"What should I do?" Dima plaintively addressed Allochka in a trembling voice.

"Well, you definitely can't work here anymore! Do you know who her mother is?" Allochka said as if thinking aloud, pondering and going over options for possible developments.

In fact, Allochka and Natalya were close, first cousins outside of work, and here, at work, they argued only for show, although for those who had worked there a long time, this was no secret, but Dima didn't know that, and her mother was an ordinary person.

"Help me," Dima pleaded plaintively with Allochka, as if she could decide something! After all, she stood up for him like a "mountain"! He was already grateful to her for this and was ready for anything! He was ready to lick her feet in gratitude and... and her pussy too if need be — Dima caught himself thinking, gazing at how Allochka looked up and as if was solving his problem, placing her index finger to her lips.

"Lunch is soon," Elena Dmitrievna came in returning and immediately sat down at her computer; she didn't give a damn what had happened here.

"Yeah," Allochka answered her immediately — "Alright, you go to the store now!" she addressed Dima — "and I'll try to calm her down, but you understand..." — she looked at him intently and winked — "I'll cover for you! Get a cake."

Dima went out and in the corridor met Yulia Sergeevna, who, seeing him, stopped him by planting her hand on his chest.

"What happened? You look like you've seen the devil! Did the girls give you a hard time?" she asked the frightened Dima.

"Well, Natalya there..." he spoke with interrupted breathing — "And Alla..."

"Alright, alright," Yulia Sergeevna stopped him — "Let's have the details! Come with me" — she took Dima by the elbow and practically dragged him to her office.

"Well, Natasha pestered me, wanted me to..." — Dima caught his breath — "also to clean her shoes... and I..."

"I see. Vitya, go take a walk," Yulia Sergeevna entered her office and addressed Viktor, who immediately jumped up and left without further questions.

"Well, and you what?" Yulia Sergeevna looked at Dima, who was already sitting in front of her at her desk.

"And I refused," answered Dima — "and Alla said that her mother... she'll fire me now for something," Dima rattled off, complaining — "I don't want to."

Well, yes — Yulia Sergeevna looked at him mysteriously, who of course understood that these two cousins were taking Dima for a ride, but didn't interfere, deciding to also play a bit in this game that had begun.

"The mother, of course, will be a problem," Yulia Sergeevna thought, making up on the fly what to do with such a frightened and trusting young man.

"You should have just cleaned her shoes and that's it! Why are you acting like a girl! It's practically in your unofficial job description!" Yulia Sergeevna thought out loud, and Dima just remained silent; he really didn't want to lose such a well-paid job, the taste of which he had already experienced. He already wanted to tell Yulia that he was ready to lick her off for protection, but decided to wait for her decision.

"Did you see the girl? The one who came in after me when you were washing my shoes. Remember?" she looked at Dima, having already come up with what seemed to her a good plan.

"Yes!" Dima answered with hope.

"Did you like her?" Yulia Sergeevna smiled.

"Yes," Dima became embarrassed like a girl.

"So, you need to lick her off! She can sort everything out! But there's one But! She loves being begged for it! Can you handle it?" she looked at him, barely holding back laughter.

"But how? And where?" Dima looked at her in confusion.

"So, ready or not?" Yulia Sergeevna asked again — "only by yourself! Of your own free will! If you tell her about it, she'll give both of us a thrashing! And she certainly won't help! She has very powerful connections and knows Natashka's mother personally! They're friends! Can you handle it?"

"I'll try," answered Dima as if grasping at the last thin twig of hope.

"You need to not just try, but be persistent! I'll tell her you saw her and really want to give her cunnilingus! Understood?" she paused, looking Dima in the eyes.

"Yes," answered Dima, recalling the beautiful and statuesque woman who in ordinary life wouldn't have paid any attention to someone like him and was a completely inaccessible lady! And then suddenly such an offer, but how to ask her to let him eat her out? He had never asked anyone for this before! How do you even ask? What if I can't handle it? Okay, I'll try somehow — Dima decided.

"And she likes such pretty boys! Well, and if you give her pleasure, consider the problem solved!" Yulia Sergeevna stroked Dima's cheek and ran her thumb over his lips — "The mouth works, at least!" she smiled, looking with her slutty eyes, barely holding back laughter, imagining how she would tell her friend Irka about him, who, although twice her age, was a close friend in spirit.

Dima nodded in response, lowering his eyes.

"Well, then it's agreed!" Yulia Sergeevna took her cell phone in hand and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

"So, I'm commandeering Dmitry from you for today," Yulia Sergeevna informed Allochka over the phone.