By TMR
Sometimes the most difficult thing about being the boss is setting the proper work environment. You don’t want to be a hardass, yet you know you must set a standard of professionalism – if you’re a good boss, that is. If you’re bad … well, then the big question becomes: how do I exploit my underlings to get what I want without getting sued? Hmmm …
Eric was my cutie-of-a-night-watchman at a 24 hour supermarket. His job was to man a desk in the back and monitor the security cameras — basically, a dull and tedious job, but someone had to do it. I was the night manager, and was ultimately responsible for anybody who walked into the store at night. It was a huge store, and Eric’s job was key to overall security.
Unfortunately, I had found Eric sleeping on several occasions already. I never took any serious action because I knew he was in college during the day and was usually running short on sleep. I mean, let’s face it – is there any college kid who isn’t sleep deprived? I was only three years out of college myself, so I remembered the feeling well.
The real reason I kept him around, however, was that I found out about his gay foot fetish. Although Internet access during work hours was a company no-no, I noticed that Eric had been conspicuously fooling around on a supervisory computer one day. I checked the cache after he left to see what he was up to, and voila! GAY MALE FOOT SITES, including some of my personal favorites. Although the kid had taste, it was still against the rules, and I knew some sort of “action” had to be taken. It didn’t help that on his next shift he was over an hour late (again) and fell asleep twice! I knew the upper management would expect me to terminate him if they found out. But I had other ideas in mind …
The next day, I took Eric aside and broke the “bad” news. “Eric, I think I have to let you go. I can’t allow you to just sleep on the job anymore. It’s just gotten way out of hand.”
“It’s only because I had to cram all-night for two exams today,” he replied hurriedly. “It won’t happen again.”
I shook my head. “It’s not just that. You’ve been using the Internet as well, haven’t you?” He looked at me and blinked dumbly. “I saw what you were looking at the other day …”
He blanched. Unable to look me in the eyes, Eric could only stare mutely at the floor. I showed mercy on him and finally broke the tension. “Do you want to keep your job here?”
He continued to study the carpet (or my feet, I wasn’t sure which). He was still too embarrassed to speak, so I opened the door a bit further. “You know, I don’t need this today, Eric. It’s been a really long few days. I’ve been on my feet 24/7 …”
I sat on the top of my desk, letting my feet swing a little. I was wearing a sexy pair of Kenneth Cole’s with my favorite pair of ribbed socks – guaranteed to keep my feet nice and soft all day. I saw his eyes catch on my shoes and watch them eagerly.
“How do you propose we fix this?” I asked coyly, still swinging my feet in front of him. He looked up at me, unsure of the tone in my voice. The expectant look in his wide eyes put a bulge in my shorts like you wouldn’t believe! I slowly pushed both feet out of my shoes, rubbing one foot over the other gently, feeling the warmth, tasting the gentle fragrance.
Eric must have picked up the scent as well. He licked his lips nervously. “I … I don’t …” he stammered, paralyzed as to what to do next.
I went in for the kill. “You sure you don’t know?” I flirted with him, leaning back on the desk and casually flexing my toes.
“Ca — can I give you — a foot massage …” he asked, coming forward to kneel at my feet. I sat back and put my right foot in his face, feeling him inhale deeply and press his lips to the bottom. “Uh, mmmmm …” he breathed, taking my socks off and bringing them to his face, inhaling fully. He licked the outer edges of my size 11s, tickling them with his tongue. I laughed softly but struggled not to pull away. Truthfully I really enjoyed being tickled, and having his surprisingly delicate fingers caress my soles felt amazing. I laid back fully as he suckled my toes and lightly bit the balls of my feet. It was incredible!
I slid from my desk to the floor, taking his feet in my lap as I did. I worked the tight Nike running shoes off his feet. They had a nice boyish smell to them – musty and somewhat athletic. I caressed the bottoms lightly through his damp socks (black athetlic socks, which I LOVE). He smiled a bit, but no laughter … yet. I quietly peeled of his socks and admired his shapely feet – not too big, not too small. In fact, his toes were beautifully proportioned to his feet, and his arches were sublime! I lightly caressed my fingers under his soles. “darn, that’s soft!” I teased as he tensed up and uttered a short giggle.
“What’s that? You like that?” I continued, stroking his soles a little bit faster now. Eric laughed a little, but didn’t pull away, continuing to moan and giggle with a big smile on his face.
Without saying a word, he grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my stomach. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He sat on my butt, pulled my legs up to his face, and slowly teased and tickled my soles. I started laughing immediately and trying to wriggle out from under him. Eric just held on more tightly. He stroked the tops, then the bottoms, back and forth, back and forth. I could feel his hardness pressed against me as I continued to laugh and struggle under his dancing fingers.
When he finally stopped I just lay there, breathing hard and waiting for whatever came next. Eric gently rolled me onto my back again and pressed my feet into his face as he began to stroke himself. His tongue covered the length of my foot from sole to toe and back again. He left no area untouched, his skilled tongue dancing across my feet.
“Oh, GOOOOD!” I groaned in pleasure and began to stroke along with him. I grabbed his feet with the other hand, taking in their smell and taste as fast as I could. He nibbled my toes; I bit his soles. He worked his tongue expertly between my toes; I sucked all his toes at once. By now we were moaning so loud I thought for sure the maintenance crew would hear us. Finally, I coudln’t take it anymore. I buried my face into his soles and came as hard as I could. I felt Eric tense up and shoot his load shortly thereafter. We recovered in silence, laying there quietly and holding each other’s feet in our hands, enjoying the experience together.
Ah yes, it’s good to be bad sometimes. My private little foot parties with Eric continued until I was abruptly transferred to another location. The company higher-ups mentioned something about a rash of robberies under my management. Oh well, I had no clue what they were talking about. Neither did Eric.