Mitzys Payback Lick On Roxi
Mitzy was livid as she stared at the credit card statement, her eyes narrowing in anger. Roxi had spent thousands of dollars on her card, and now she had to pay the price. With a smirk on her face, Mitzy picked up her phone and dialed Roxi's number.
"Hey, Roxi," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. "Guess what? You're coming over tonight. And you better bring your kneepads, because you're going to be on your knees for a long time."
Mitzy hung up the phone, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She glanced at the camera man, who nodded in agreement. This was payback time, and they were going to make sure every minute was captured on film.
A few hours later, the doorbell rang. Mitzy opened the door to find Roxi standing there, looking nervous and unsure. "Come in, Roxi," Mitzy said, stepping aside to let her in. "Oh, and don't worry about closing the door behind you. We want the whole world to see what happens next."
Roxi took a tentative step inside, her eyes darting around the room. She noticed the camera in the corner and swallowed hard. "What's going on, Mitzy?" she asked warily. "Why do I have to pay you back on camera?"
Mitzy laughed, a cold chill running down her spine. "Oh, Roxi," she said, shaking her head. "You should know better than to think I wouldn't call you out. You spent thousands of dollars on my credit card, and now it's time to pay the piper."
She turned to the camera man, who nodded again. "Go ahead," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Do it."
Roxi swallowed hard, her throat dry. She knew she didn't have a choice. Slowly, she kneeled on the floor, her eyes never leaving Mitzy's face. "Please don't post this on Facebook," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "My mom might see it."
Mitzy laughed again, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh, don't worry, Roxi," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wouldn't dream of doing that to your poor, innocent mother." She bit her lip, trying to stifle another laugh.
With that, Mitzy kicked off her shoes and began to unbutton her jeans, revealing her sweaty, bare feet. Roxi gulped, her eyes fixed on Mitzy's toes. She knew what was coming next, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Mitzy stepped forward, placing one foot in front of Roxi's face. "Well," she said, smirking. "Are you going to do it, or do I have to tell you again?"
Roxi hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, her nose almost touching Mitzy's foot. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of Mitzy's feet. Then, with a trembling hand, she reached out and began to run her tongue along the arch of Mitzy's foot, tasting the salty sweat and soft skin.
Mitzy moaned softly, closing her eyes as she savored the sensation. "That's it, Roxi," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. "Don't stop now."
And Roxi didn't. She continued to lick and suck on Mitzy's feet, doing everything in her power to please her friend. The camera man kept filming, capturing every moment of their intimate encounter.
As the night wore on, Mitzy's feet became increasingly sweaty and dirty. But Roxi didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was getting more into it with each passing minute. The two women groaned and moaned together, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Mitzy pulled her feet away from Roxi's face. "That's enough for now," she said, panting heavily. "But you're not off the hook yet. We've got a lot more work to do."
Roxi looked up at Mitzy, her face a mask of fear and determination. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Just don't post that video online."
Mitzy laughed again, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Oh, don't worry, Roxi," she said, smiling. "I won't post it... at least, not yet. But if you ever cross me again, I'll be sure to remind everyone of what you did tonight."
With that, she turned to the camera man and nodded. "Okay, that's a wrap," she said, her voice cold and unforgiving. "Make sure you get all the good stuff."
The camera man nodded, turning off the camera. As he packed up his equipment, Mitzy sat down on the couch, her feet still sweaty and bare. She glanced at Roxi, who was curled up in the corner, shaking with fear and excitement.
"You know," Mitzy said, her voice softening slightly. "You're not so bad at this, Roxi. Maybe I'll have to keep you around after all."
Roxi looked up at her, tears in her eyes. "Thanks, Mitzy," she whispered. "I promise I'll never do it again."
Mitzy smiled, a cruel smile that held no promise of forgiveness or mercy. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice low and menacing. "But for now, you'd better get used to being on your knees."
And with that, Mitzy turned off the lights and went to bed, leaving Roxi in the darkness to contemplate her sins and her punishment.
