Bartending Counts, Right?

Clinking of cutlery. Loud patron's voices. A mix of modern & classical music. Zoe was right at home. To her there was nothing like being behind the bar mixing all kinds of concoctions for people that were looking to have a nice night out.... or were just looking to drown away their sorrows. Regardless business was still business, and business today seemed busier than usual. An oddity for sure but a welcome change of pace for a Thursday night.

"Don't go too wild out there Lance, get home safe!" Zoe called out to one of her regulars as he slightly stumbled toward the exit. She chuckled, wiping down a bit of moisture left from past drinks with a small hand towel.

Zoe felt good.

Her feet on the other hand were beginning to get restless. Zoe could feel them tapping their toes away absentmindedly, other times they'd stretch themselves within her shoes. She'd discerned that they'd been acting strange since this morning, like they had a problem. But she didn't let it get in the way of work.

Or at least she'd tried to until her left foot started cramping out of the blue.

"...shit," Zoe muttered under her breath as she scrunched her face in pain. She stamped her foot in a vain attempt to shake the cramp. It didn't work. Looking down the bar she called out to her workmate Dan,

"Hey! Dan!"

Dan put down a glass he was polishing, "What's up Zoe?"

"I need to duck out back for a bit, you reckon you can hold the fort?"

Dan briefly glanced over the room, "Should be good, looks like it's dying down so take ten."

Zoe flashed him a grateful smile, "Thanks Dan, I'll be- WOAH!"

Before she could finish addressing Dan Zoe's feet had taken control of her lower body and began marching her to the back rooms.

"What the hell!? STOP!!"

Zoe couldn't move her legs and had no idea what was going on but her feet knew exactly where to take her. They marched her right up to the door of the freezer. Zoe watched as her feet slid the door open with ease and **** her to walk inside before promptly closing the door behind them. They were now surrounded by boxes of wine, beer, and all manor of beverages. Admittedly the cool air was exactly what Zoe needed. They walked her over to a milk-crate that conveniently sat in the corner of the freezer and sat her down. Her feet then kicked off her shoes before expertly removing the socks that were wrapped around them with a high level of finesse.

To say Zoe was scared would be an understatement. She'd never felt that way before, as if she was being controlled by someone else and she could do nothing but go along with it. Her feet lifted themselves off the ground and spread their toes, airing themselves out. They did this motion several times as she curiously observed them. Throughout all of this however she still felt the pain of the cramp from earlier. Not sure of what to do Zoe slowly brought her hands to her bare left foot.

Her hand froze mere inches away from her appendage before she mustered the courage to actually touch her own foot. But her foot beat her to it as it leaned in and pushed itself against her hand, almost nuzzling into her palm. Forgetting everything that took place over the last thirty seconds Zoe focussed on relieving her foot of the cramp, pushing her thumb into the spot that hurt most. Her foot flinched but she chased after it, adamant on getting the knot out of her sole.

Both Zoe and her foot let out a sigh, though the former didn't catch it as their timing was simultaneous. She laid her foot back down and leaned her back against the freezer wall, closing her eyes for a moment.

Seeing an opportunity her left foot lifted itself toward her owner's ear,

"If you ever stomp me again, I will fuck you up..."

Zoe's eyes shot open in fear. Turning her head she saw her foot facing it's sole a few centimetres from her head,

And it was glaring daggers at her, with a visible smirk to boot.

Zoe tried wiggling her toes, but once again she found herself unable to move her feet. The site was mesmerising and to her it felt as if something was stopping her from controlling them. But to her feet they were just having fun with their unaware owner. They audibly laughed at her attempt to control them,

"Now now, don't be afraid Zoe. We brought you here so we could be alone... We just want the same thing you do~" her left foot spoke, a hint of lust evident in its tone. Her right foot brought itself up, ready to watch.

Her left foot slowly inched toward her mouth before planting it's sole gently on her lips. Unsure of how to proceed Zoe did the first thing that came to mind,

She started kissing her foot's sole. Or rather it's lips as she felt her foot kiss back, forcing it's tongue into Zoe's mouth and running it over her sharp teeth. It moaned into her before pulling back ferociously,

"Lick me! I want to feel your tongue all over my body!"

Zoe obliged, not wanting to tempt fate and piss off her seemingly violent feet and went to town covering as much of her foot as humanly possible. The sweaty taste built up from work dancing on her tongue and much like earlier today she couldn't get enough of it. She constantly wanted more.

Her shift had definitely taken a turn into the strange abyss as the moans of her foot were beginning to turn her on,

"Yes~ coat me in your saliva you little foot whore! I know how much you want me and now you're on my terms!! You listen to me now..."

Without warning her foot adjusted and shoved itself into her mouth, making her gag. Zoe could barely breathe.

"I'm gonna rip Nick from you and he'll be ALL MINE~" her foot spat, pushing itself further into Zoe's mouth.

She began to panic. She couldn't get air into her lungs and trying to pull her foot out from her mouth was proving to be futile as it had incredible strength Zoe had never knew she had.

"You don't deserve someone so perfect you-"

Knock knock knock

"Zoe? You in there?"

Zoe's foot immediately removed itself from her mouth before falling to the ground limp, likewise for her right foot. She coughed and struggled for air as Dan filled her vision.

"Hey hey hey, what happened!?" he asked, crouching in front of Zoe and placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.

She couldn't find words. All she could do was turn her gaze toward her now inanimate feet, still exposed to the air but not as lively. Slowly she attempted to wiggled her toes,

They moved. Her feet were now back under her command. She grabbed her socks and placed them into her pockets and slid her feet into her shoes before standing up. Dan called after her,

"Zoe! Are you okay?"

She stopped and turned to face him,

"What's the time?"

"It's eleven, the boss didn't see you clock off so he asked me to look for you."

Zoe coughed, "Oh I didn't realise. Thank you Dan," she gave him a smile.

Without another word, and still a little shaken Zoe walked herself out.