The Good Professor's Cab Ride
By Foot Fetish By Rootdawg25
Title: The Good Professor's Cab Ride
Author: Foot Fetish By Rootdawg25
Adelina pulled up to the curb in her old Honda, a ballcap and a pair of shades hiding her eyes from the late afternoon sun. She glanced at the clock on her phone; she was right on time, just as her professor had requested. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her, her gaze falling on the man waiting for her on the sidewalk.
"Well, well, well," he said with a smirk, his voice carrying the familiar tone of authority she'd grown accustomed to over the past few semesters. "Looks like you could use a ride home."
"Thanks," she replied, trying her best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on her bare legs as she walked towards him. Adelina hated this part of their arrangement; she felt like she was playing a role in some sleazy Hollywood movie. But the truth was, she needed the money—and more importantly, she needed him to keep his mouth shut about the fact that she'd been skipping his classes lately.
They got into the car, and Adelina couldn't help but take a mental inventory of everything she knew about him. He wasn't unattractive, she supposed, if you were into that sort of thing. He was probably in his mid-forties, with short-cropped hair and a paunch that belied his age. But there was something about the way he watched her that made her skin crawl.
The drive to her apartment was awkwardly silent for most of the ride. Adelina fidgeted in her seat, wishing she had brought something to listen to on her phone. She glanced out the window, watching the buildings blur as they sped down the highway. She wondered what he was thinking, what he wanted from her. She felt a growing sense of unease as they pulled into her complex and she realized she had no idea what to expect from him.
As he pulled up to the curb, she turned to face him, her heart racing in her chest. "Well, here we are," she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Thanks for the ride, Professor."
"Anytime, Adelina," he replied, his eyes glinting with an unholy light. "You know, I have to admit, I've always been quite fascinated by your feet."
Adelina froze, her blood running cold. "My feet?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," he replied, leaning towards her. "Your feet. Aren't they lovely?"
She swallowed hard, feeling the sweat begin to form on the back of her neck. "I guess," she managed to say, her mind racing for an escape route.
He reached out and placed a hand on her knee, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I think they're beautiful," he said, his voice low and seductive. "And I think they deserve a special treat."
Before she could protest, he'd shifted his weight, pushing her towards the middle of the car seat. She felt the warmth of his breath on her neck as he leaned in close, his hand squeezing her thigh. "Why don't you show me just how much you appreciate my help?" he whispered, his tongue flicking against her earlobe.
Adelina closed her eyes, trying to block out the disturbing images that flashed through her mind. She felt his hand begin to slide up her thigh, moving closer and closer to where she ached for him to touch.
With a deep breath, she pulled away, breaking the contact between them. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't do this."
He leaned back in his seat, his face twisting into a scowl. "You owe me, Adelina," he said, his voice cold and hard. "You wouldn't be in the mess you're in if it wasn't for me. And now that we're here, you're going to give me what I want."
Adelina swallowed hard, her heart racing. She glanced out the window, looking for any sign of help or escape. But the world outside seemed to be moving in slow motion, as if everything had stopped to watch this sickening spectacle play out.
She slowly unbuckled her seatbelt, her fingers trembling as she undid the clasp. His eyes never left hers, tracking her every move. Slowly, she leaned back, offering herself up to him.
As his lips met hers, she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the taste of alcohol on his breath. His hand moved up her thigh, this time finding what he was looking for. She winced as she felt the rough fabric of his pants against her sensitive skin, but she didn't stop him.
With a deep breath, she pushed him away, stepping out of the car. "Thank you, Professor," she said, her voice shaking. "I appreciate the ride."
She hurried towards her apartment building, her stomach churning with revulsion and fear. She didn't stop until she was safely inside, the door clicking shut behind her.
She stood there for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers. The thought of what he might do if he ever found out what she'd really thought of him made her shudder.
With shaking hands, she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed a familiar number. "Hey, it's me," she said, her voice trembling. "I need your help."
Adelina had always been fascinated by feet—especially stinky ones. So when she found herself in need of a ride home from college, she knew just who to ask for help. Foot Fetish By Rootdawg25 had been one of her favorite professors for years, and she knew that he would be more than happy to give her a lift. What she didn't expect was for him to make an advance on her while they were alone in the car.
Despite her initial revulsion, Adelina couldn't help but be turned on by the thought of pleasing the man who held her future in his hands. As he drove her closer to her apartment, she found herself growing increasingly aroused by the idea of fulfilling his sick desires.
When they finally arrived at her complex, Adelina made sure to thank him profusely before hurrying inside. She couldn't wait to get his scent on her skin—and to show him just how much she appreciated everything he had done for her.
As she made her way towards her apartment, she allowed herself a small smile. She may have been using Rootdawg for her own ends at first, but now she couldn't imagine ever going back to someone who didn't share her unique fetish.
Inside her apartment, she stripped off her clothes, eager to prepare for their next encounter. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, running a hand over her smooth, hairless crotch. It was all for him—and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he finally got a whiff of her stinky socks.
