Foot Worship in the Morning
As Mia slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttered open to find two gorgeous girls standing over her. Rose and Fae, two of the most popular brats on the web, were staring down at her with impatience clear on their faces. She groaned, trying to sit up but feeling a wave of nausea wash over her as she did.
"Mia, come on," Rose sighed, rolling her eyes. "We need you to leave. Now."
Fae crossed her arms over her chest, looking smug as she leaned against the wall. "And if you don't want to leave, you can clean our feet first. It's a simple choice, really."
Mia's eyes widened in horror. She knew exactly what they were talking about. The previous night had been a blur of partying and drinking, and now they were holding her responsible for their messy feet. But she also knew that there was nowhere else for her to go. With a sigh, she nodded reluctantly.
"Fine," she muttered, climbing awkwardly to her feet. She couldn't deny that she was intrigued by the idea of worshiping their feet, even if it meant getting them clean.
The two girls waited patiently as Mia knelt down between them, her eyes locked on their feet. Rose's toes were painted a bright red, while Fae's had glittery purple polish. They both reeked of stale sweat and alcohol. Mia took a deep breath, bracing herself for the unpleasant task ahead.
Rose lifted her foot, her brows raised in anticipation. Mia hesitated for a moment before leaning in, pressing her wet, warm lips against the arch of her foot. She gagged at the taste, but forced herself to continue, her tongue darting out to lick every inch of the foot she was worshipping.
Fae watched with amusement, her eyes glinting in the light. "See?" she said, propping her foot up on the bed. "It's not so bad, is it?"
Mia gagged again, but kept going, moving on to Fae's foot. As she worked her way up to the toes, she could feel a strange sensation building inside her. It was not unlike the rush she got from performing for the camera, but it was more intense, more focused. She was completely consumed by the task at hand, lost in the world of their feet.
When she finally finished, both girls were impressed by her dedication. "Not bad, Mia," Rose murmured, running her hands through Mia's hair. "You might just have a future in foot worship, after all."
Fae leaned down, kissing Mia's forehead. "You're welcome to stay for a little while longer," she said, her voice softening. "But remember, we run this house, and we expect cleanliness at all times."
Mia nodded, still lost in the haze of foot worship. She knew that this was only the beginning of their twisted game, but for now, she was happy to indulge them. After all, it meant getting to spend more time in their presence, even if it meant cleaning their feet.
