John (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Miranda took up the hat with one hand and put her glass down with the other. Hers wasn't frosted like Sarah's had been, further proof if any were needed that Matt was hopelessly in love with Sarah. Without a care in the world, Miranda's fingers spiraled around the edge of the hat before diving in and snatching out the first slip she touched. She turned it over to read with an elegant flick of the wrist before tossing it back and announcing, "John!"

The fat boy's eyes lit up at the sound of his crush saying his name. "Yes Miranda?" he replied, snapping to attention like a soldier. The drink that had been halfway to his lips was slammed back to the table in a heartbeat, a drop of cider splashing over the rim to run down the side. Like a well trained dog, all his attention was instantly on her.

"Wow, someone's eager," Miranda laughed at his rapt obedience.

"Eager to please ma'am," John answered, playing into his military style response with a quick salute. Sarah rolled her eyes at his lame attempt to be funny, but Miranda seemed to find it endearing. The sound of her laughter was like music to John's ears, and he beamed as she chuckled at his antics again.

Miranda was still laughing as she deposited the hat back on the table, before pushing it to one side. "In that case," she said, "rub my feet!" With one deft move, she kicked her sneaker clad feet on to the table, right where the hat had been moments earlier. Sarah frowned at the shoes on her parent's table, but she knew she didn't have a leg to stand on in terms of getting annoyed. She had danced on that table herself more than a few times, swaying her voluptuously hips as a crowd cheered around her.

Right now, John looked as shocked as if Miranda was dancing sexily like that. Behind his glasses, his eyes went wide at the unexpected dare, and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock about getting express permission to touch his crush. "Well, if you insist," he shrugged, trying to play it a tiny bit cool as he stood up.

As he walked towards her Miranda's brow furrowed in concern. "I'm sorry John," she stopped him, "I'd just feel more comfortable doing this if you gave me your full and thorough, enthusiastic consent." Everyone laughed at that callback to John's earlier dare, and he even smiled as he blushed.

"I would love to rub your feet," he answered, his eyes flicking from his crush's face, to her shoes that still rested on the table.

"Good enough for me," Miranda laughed once more, edging her shoes off her heels with her toes. Her discarded sneakers landed on the floor with a pair of soft thuds, before she returned her feet to the table, now wearing only small, white, socks. Enjoying the new found space, she wriggled her toes in a line like a Mexican wave, before tilting her head at John to invite him to begin.

Sarah nearly had a heart attack when he hefted his substantial weight down on her poor hardwood coffee table, but fortunately for her, when the wood groaned in protest he seemed to reconsider where he was about to sit. With a slight readjustment, he sank to one knee instead, a heavy thud ringing out as he hit the ground. Kneeling in front of Miranda like he was about to propose to her, he lifted one of her legs by the calf and gently brought it over to his raised knee.

In near-awe, his eyes were trained on Miranda's dainty foot inches from his crotch, before he slid both hands down her leg. Like kneading bread, he began to press his thumbs into the soles of her feet, working the arch of her foot through her cotton socks. While he rubbed, Miranda breathed a sigh of relief and lead back on the couch. Through relaxed and hooded eyes she gave Sarah a look as if to say "see? Having a nerd madly in love with you has it's benefits."

Sarah didn't disagree, she had just gotten Matt to make her a drink, after all, but the minor upsides still didn't outweigh their annoying presence. Sarah answered her friend's look with a roll of her eyes, but Miranda didn't seem to notice it before she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. On the ground, John continued working her over one small foot at a time.

His thumbs moved to the very base of her toes, splaying them out like a hand of cards even as they wiggled cutely against him. When John was done with that it was clear that he was out of moves to do, but before he could start repeating himself, Miranda pulled her foot out of his grasp. "Would this be easier if I took my socks off, John?" She asked, swapping her other foot into his hands.

John just shrugged, his eyes already focused on his next task. "I don't mind doing it with your socks on. Doing this with your socks on, I mean!" He corrected himself quickly, chubby cheeks flushing bright red again. Hunching his shoulders, he busied himself with rubbing her foot again as almost everyone laughed at his accidental double entendre.

The second foot went pretty much the exact same way as the first, down to being finished when John had gotten done rubbing her toes. Miranda made a noise like a satisfied housecat when she was done, flexing her foot in his lap and nearly pushing her heel right into his crotch. "Mmph, well done John," she murmured as she opened her eyes, "that felt amazing."

It was obvious to Sarah that such high praise from his hot crush had gotten John hard, and she sneered in disgust as he hunched even further forward to conceal his boner. "You can get up now," Miranda told him, like a queen telling a freshly anointed knight to rise.

"This should be good," Tom muttered, making Miranda bite her lip to hide her smirk as John tried to get up. At first he just tried to push himself straight up with one leg, but when all that resulted in was fruitless exertion, he changed tack. Turning his back on Miranda, he rested both hands on the table and used that to push himself to his feet, the poor wood moaning in complaint again. He tried to style it out by picking up the hat as he rose, but Sarah knew he had gotten up like that just because of how unfit he was.

"That was a pleasant dare Miranda," he said, holding the hat low to cover his crotch. "If you would ever like another massage, then feel free to ask me," he added, cheeks aglow as he retreated to his own seat.

"I'm sure I will," Miranda muttered, kicking her empty shoes under the table and sitting back up a little straighter. As she moved, John dunked one paw into the hat, ready to give the next dare.

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