I can fuck with feet.

You glance at her feet and sit down. Truth be told, you could fuck with feet. Especially her feet if you had to choose any. You ran your fingers along her, warming them while you started to get a feel for them. A little sigh escapes her mouth, and she looks at you with an eye that isn’t swollen. “Hey, you’re pretty good at that.”

You recalled the last time you massaged someone who had to lie through their teeth when they complimented you. Delilah. But Scarlet seemed to be genuine when she said that, which makes you smile unironically. “You think so?”

She sniffs and then starts rolling to her belly. “I think so.”

After being praised, you continue to do what she likes, prompting her to make little satisfaction noises while she lays there. Your eyes wander up to her calves, thighs, and plump ass– she maintained an outstanding figure, which made doing this somewhat rewarding. You didn’t feel guilty looking at her like this, either. Your relationship with Scarlet didn’t feel so…real. It was for pure pleasure and convenience, as Scarlet once stated.

Your fingers moved around Scarlet’s feet, pressuring out the knots and clearing between her toes. She wiggled them whenever you did this but otherwise remained still while you massaged her. You switched to her other feet and proceeded to rub that one too. She didn’t do anything different, so you called out to ensure she wasn’t sleeping.

“Awake,” she says clearly. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Scarlet goes motionless again, but you don’t stop. You heed your instructions and continue to rub her feet with your hands, gathering a surprising amount of lewd thoughts in the process. You had very little intention of having things go in this direction, but you weren’t going to complain now that this has smoothed the surface over with Scarlet. And, as your eyes go back to her body, you thought the payout didn’t just end where the tension was gone.

She moves her legs, silently telling you to massage the other foot again. You swap, and you do just that. Your thumb apply pressure, and the fingers roll along the top of her foot, ensuring she gets a decent squeeze while she rests. Eventually, she turns over to her back to watch you. She smiles, looking pretty again as the ice pack covers her swollen eye. Her dark blue eyes twinkle with amusement while her lips curve into a smile you can’t translate as evil or mischievous. Finally, it wears you down, and you ask what’s got her smiling.

“I can’t be the only one not getting worked up right now. The last guy I ran into that liked feet was weird, and it grossed me out, but now that I have you down there rubbing that out…” Scarlet trails off. “I’m getting a little aroused.”

You dart your gaze down to where your hands are, and you notice the foot you just got done massaging is close to your groin. Despite being unable to deny Scarlet completely, you’re also aware of what she’s done in the last 12 hours. You also can’t deny you’ve been with Flora and Astrid within the previous 12 hours, too, so guilt pokes at your consciousness. However, even with these thoughts entering your head, the flow of blood going to your crotch doesn’t stop, and a slight bulge starts to make its appearance below your belt. Scarlet sees this and thinks she’s got you hooked. “You know…I wanted to be with you last night. That’s why I was drinking so much~.”

“You don’t have to drink to get me to be with you that way,” you tell her, still massaging.

“I know, I know,” she says. “But I wanted to use that as an excuse for not acting so professional.”

“You said it yourself, Scarlet. Our relationship is best with some pleasure worked in between our work hours,” you look down again and suck in your lips to moisten them. “And I think that might be possible still.”

“OK then,” Scarlet seems to have decided something in her head. “So, if I told you could use my feet to do whatever you wanted with them, what would you?”

You glance down again and hope she doesn’t notice the sweat building up in your palms. “I’d say OK.”

“Would you do it, though?”

“Right now?”

Scarlet nods. “Of course.”

“Well-”

She cuts you off by moving in such a way she can get both of her feet on your lap. She finds your bulge and rubs and caresses it gently through your pants. She gasps slightly and then follows herself with a slight giggle. “Oh, my God. You are kind of hard, aren’t you?”

You can feel a rush of heat wash over your cheeks. “Of course I am. Look at you!”

“Oh, sure,” she rolls her eyes. “Blame me for your horniess.”