Kiss her feet.

Swallowing another heavy lump in your throat, lips still trembling, you fall to your knees and look up at Eveline's heel.

"It's not fucking fair..." You sob, no longer able to hold your composure.

"Kiss it, bitch."

You lean in, pucker up, and plant a quick kiss on the bottom of her shoe, cementing the end of your rivalry. Eveline won. After all these years of tormenting you, she finally got you to submit.

"Bitch. Now kiss it again."

You comply without another word, only sobs you can't contain. You close your eyes and again your lips meet the acrid taste of dirty leather. You gag a little and cry in shame.

"That's right. Oh, how I've waited years for this moment..."

Excitedly, Eveline kicks off her shoes and plants them on the desk.

"Kiss my feet," she commands.

No longer able to hold back tears, you sob pathetically as you slavishly kiss her bare soles, each time a little more submissively.

"How does it taste?"

"Fucking awful..." you weep as you retch from the scent of her cheesy, sweaty feet.

"Good." She laughs cruelly as you continue to kiss her feet, slowly but surely cementing your place as the boss's personal foot ****.