Quinn doesn't suspect a thing

The first thing Quinn noticed when she opened her eyes was the blinding sunlight streaming through her window. A chorus of cicadas rang outside. She reached for her phone to check the time but quickly noticed a damp feeling between her legs. Some fuzzy images from last night slowly poured into her mind.

Wow… guess that was some dream.

Quinn mostly chalked it up to her bedtime reading material as she went about her morning routine, coincidentally forgetting the end of her dream. Sitting up, her nighttime garments were quickly stripped and tossed into her hamper. As usual, extra care was taken with the socks. Before closing the lid to her laundry, she noticed a strange faded outline near the toes of her left sock.

A stain?

Quinn hadn’t noticed one last night; and since she was sleeping, she couldn’t have stepped in anything since then.

Maybe a detergent stain.

She made a mental note to check some of her other clothes later. Quinn then stood up from her bed to head for the bathroom. The short walk to her shower in the morning was the only time the girl could be caught barefoot. Despite never having had a pedicure, her natural unpolished nails were very shapely and never chipped thanks to her insistence on layered footwear.

As she stepped into the bathroom, the cold floor tiles pressed against her left sole. A barely audible sigh could be heard, but Quinn didn’t notice. While taking another step, her bare right foot caught sight of the frigid ceramic tiles and flinched backwards. Unfortunately, Quinn already leaned her body weight into the stride, so this caused her lurch forward rather ungracefully. Her hands desperately reached out for something to grab. Luckily, she managed to catch the edge of the sink and avoided a hard tumble.

Letting out a quick sigh of relief. Quinn surveyed the floor between her bedroom and bathroom but saw nothing save for wooden boards and tiles. Suddenly she remembered the trouble she had changing her socks last night and wondered if she was coming down with something. However, a hand against her forehead yielded no indication of fever, and everything else about her felt fine. Perhaps she’d been working too hard, and the summer heat was getting to her. Regardless, she had some deadlines she’d promised that had long since passed, so she resolved to finish those commissions today. The fleeting worry leaving her mind, she brushed her teeth, turned on the water, and stepped into the shower.

Most of the day passed without much incident. Quinn sat at her desk and diligently tapped away. On one occasion when her feet got bored, they decided to play a little game. It was kind of like a game of chicken. They’d slip out of her slippers and each foot would take turns inching towards Quinn’s face and see how close it could get before she’d begin to notice the smell; once she did, they’d have hurry back to avoid detection.

They played a quick game of rock paper scissors to decide who goes first. Even while inside socks, Quinn’s toes were flexible enough to clearly indicate her feet’s choice for the game.

“Rock smashes scissors. I win!” Her left foot whispered excitedly. “That means you go first.”

Her right foot hesitated for a while, looking up and back down nervously.

“Come on, you got this.” Her left foot encouraged.

“What if she sees me?”

“Then I’ll slap her around.”

Her left foot swiped back and forth, making a slapping gesture in the air. This received a muted giggle in response.

“Yea right, and ruin all our hard work from last night? As if…”

Despite dismissing her sisters remark, it seemed to have helped Quinn’s right foot gain some courage. It turned to face upwards and slowly crept up and to the left so as to not bump Quinn’s knee against the desk bottom. After about three inches, Quinn let out a sneeze.

“Achoo!”

“Eek!” The startled foot let out a cry, barely inaudible to Quinn.

It quickly plopped itself back down and hugged against her left foot.

“Relax. It was just a sneeze.” Quinn’s left foot rolled its eyes, but still smiled at its sister through the sock. “Here, watch me.”

Her left foot then took its turn, going much faster than her right had done. It reached just below her knees in no time and lingered there for a bit, even doing a small dance before returning.

“See? No big deal. This fungal brain is none the wiser.”

“Y— you’re right… I can do this.” Her right foot mumbled.

With renewed confidence, her right foot once again began to ascend. This time it moved a tad faster, but still slower than its counterpart in the previous round. Quinn’s right foot easily surpassed its first-round checkpoint.

“Hey… this isn’t so hard.” Her right foot said.

Her left foot gave a nod of approval. It watched as her right foot managed to climb all the way onto her lap, the back of its sock hovering just above Quinn’s left leg. It even mockingly waved at Quinn with its toes. The left foot couldn’t help but let out a laugh at its sister’s the unexpectedly confident gesture.

“Hello?” Quinn suddenly called out to the empty room.

Hearing this, her left foot quickly shut its mouth while her right foot scrambled to get back inside its slipper. Both waited with bated breath as Quinn shuffled around above and surveyed her surroundings.

I thought I heard… laughing? Was it just my imagination? It must have— hold on…

Quinn gave the air a cautious sniff, and then another. The dream from last night suddenly rushed to the forefront of her mind as the familiar smell assaulted her senses. For the next few minutes, she looked around frantically for anything that could have caused those sounds or smells. After a few minutes of fruitless searching with her feet stuffed away, the smell started to dissipate. Quinn shook her head in an attempt to calm herself.

What am I doing? The sound was probably just the table squeaking. And that smell… that smell…

Quinn’s thoughts drifted once more to her dream, to her mysterious lover amidst the aphrodisiac aroma, but she quickly caught herself.

God... maybe I really am coming down with something.

Nevertheless, she was determined to finish her work today, so she pushed those thoughts aside and turned her attention back towards the screen. Below her desk, her feet finally let out silent sighs of relief.

“Phew! That was close.” Her left foot whispered.

“Yea, because of you, you dolt!”

“Hey, you were the one who made me laugh!”

Her right remained silent for a moment.

“It was pretty funny, wasn’t it?”

Her left foot let out another laugh, albeit much more carefully than the last.

“Yea. She had no idea! What a bimbo!” Her left foot agreed.

“Did you see her smelling the air? It seemed like she liked it.”

“Totally, and it’s only been one night. She’ll be ours in no time.”

The evening sun was gradually replaced with a fiery skyline which, in turn, faded into a serene darkness. By night, Quinn managed to finish one story about a lewd stage hypnotist, who implanted suggestions to make people act out their deepest sexual fantasies in public. She also made good progress the second chapter of a story involving a popular celebrity and a lucky contest winner. Satisfied with the day’s labors, Quinn turned off her laptop and went about preparing for bed.

The last twenty-four hours would prove a template for the coming few days. By night, Quinn’s feet draped dirty socks atop her face and had their way with her body. Sometimes, one foot would stay in her mouth, ensuring she got an ample impression of their taste while she came. Other times they’d attack her clit for hours, eliciting orgasm after orgasm. Her right foot had a habit of sometimes putting itself in Quinn’s hand and clasping its socked toes between her fingers as if holding hands. By day, Quinn worked on her commissions or lounged around the apartment. Her feet would toy with her occasionally, making her trip, feeling up her legs, or wafting their smell towards her. Quinn would always get frustrated or flustered in the moment, but her feet did a good job of toeing the boundaries without arousing too much suspicion.

Eventually, after five days of this routine, with each night eliciting stronger sexual responses from Quinn, her feet decided soon it would be time to act.