Not even close, Jasmine's totally fucked

Jasmine is lying on the shiny mall floor, your cum drizzled all over her like icing on a pastry. She's mostly naked, her tiny skirt, shoes and socks barely covering anything. You aren't done with the poor teen yet, but you are ready to sit down and start on the scores. You **** some guy out of one of the mall's massage chairs claiming official FBI business. Instead of writing in the scores yourself, you hand your clipboard to Codi and say, "Take these down, I'll dictate."

"Yes, sir, happy to help."

You lean back, your dick flopped over the edge of the recliner, and tell Codi, "Write in Jasmine's name and age at the top."

"You nineteen, Jaz?"

"Uhhu."

You continue, "what's the first category?" You know all the standard categories by heart now, and you know the first one is just 'attractiveness,' but you want to make sure everyone hears this.

"Attractiveness."

"Alright, put a two." Everyone is very quiet now, starting to grasp the weight of this evaluation.

"Aw, but Jasmine's so cute," says Codi, though she happily writes in a two.

"Hmmmm, not when she's collecting her 'morning harvest.' Still, maybe we should test her in another area besides blowjobs before we totally fail her."

Jasmine is whimpering on the floor, but slows her sniffle at the sound of another chance.

"Um, breasts is next."

"Let's write in a new category instead," you continue. "How about footjobs?"

"Whatever you say," says Codi, writing it down on the clipboard, but prodding her cum-splattered friend gently with her foot, too.

Jasmine sits slowly up on her knees, her butt resting on her shoes, cum dripping off her chin. "Like, right now? I don't have a lot of experience."

"You'll probably be shit at it, but I'll give you a tip..." you lean back in the recliner and hold your rapidly hardening cock out in front of her face.

"What is it?"

"You won't need your phone, not once."

She stares blankly at you and just exhales. She unties her sneakers, pulls them off, and balls up her socks inside them. "Okay," she says, and lies slowly down on her back, giving you a great view of her pussy under her little skirt. She raises her legs up in the air in front of her and slowly, and a little clumsily, closes her legs, bringing her feet up against either side of your dick.

As her feet move unsteadily toward your cock, you twitch with anticipation. She wavers a little, not in great control of her movements in this unfamiliar position, and the ball of her right foot brushes the head of your penis. She shudders, but she places her feet perpendicular to each other, her left bent horizontal so her arch wraps around your shaft, and her right foot vertical, also sliding up and down, her heel digging softly into your pelvis.

While the soft, cool arch of her foot holds your shaft in place, her other foot's big toe and second toe wrap down around the head of your cock, and she starts jacking you up and down with her feet. She rocks and leans when she doesn't mean to, she jerks her feet around when she means to glide, but her discovery of the position is almost making it hotter. Besides, it can't be common for a girl to be a footjob expert, right?

Jasmine's cute little feet massaging your cock in front of a crowd at the mall feels great, but she doesn't know what she's doing enough to get you off like this. You're thinking you'll probably need to change this around somehow, when Codi, just standing there and holding the clipboard, blurts out, "Oh my god I can't take it any more!"

You and all the onlookers just wait. Jasmine apparently knows better than to stop her footjob, though.

"Sir, I respectfully request another Inspection!" She's looking at your dick. "Jasmine's shoes are always so cute, and her feet are ... mmmm... but she has no idea what she's doing."

"Codi, I'd be glad to reinspect you, and you should know you will get better marks just for having volunteered." Jasmine squeezes your dick harder, slowly learning to control her legs and feet this way.

As Codi steps out of her flip flops, the only things she was wearing, Jasmine starts to roll to the side and make room, but Codi steps right over her and behind you. You feel her climbing up onto the back of your chair, and as Jasmine rubs the soles of her feet up and down your meat, Codi sits her wet pussy behind your head, wraps her thighs around your neck, and dangles her legs down over your body, resting her feet in your lap, with Jasmine's.

With Codi's feet massaging the top of your pole and Jasmine sole-squeezing the base, it's not before you start to feel a climax rising. Codi feels it too, and pushes Jasmine's feet off of you. "Watch this, FBI," says Codi, laying her feet long ways on top of your dick and pressing her toes toward the floor, aiming your dick down at Jasmine instead of straight up.

"Uhhuhhhhhhuhhghhnnn," you murmur. Watching, as Codi suggested, you see your cum shoot out in big thick strings, your dick aimed straight at Jasmine, who's still lying on her back in front of you.

Codi climbs down off of you and says, "How'd I do?"

"You did great, Codi, but we'll do your scores after we finish Jasmine's. Give her a 3 in Footjobs and in Attire, and then skip down to the Notes section." So far the only thing you've ever put in the Notes section is Made Up Condition, but it's not quite right for Jasmine, better for Nadia.

"Does Jasmine have Made Up Condition?" Codi asks, a little concerned.

"Actually I don't think so, Codi."

"Oh good!" she says, and holds out a hand to help her twice-cum-covered friend sit up.

When Jasmine sits up, she looks straight into your eyes and begs with her own. Some cum slides off her chin and splats on her ankle.

"I'm afraid Jasmine has what's called..."