She can pick

"Surprise me. A good girlfriend should always have some kind of ace up their sleeves…"

"What sleeves?!" – She wittily remarks, stretching her arms in front of her.

"Good point, smartass! Perhaps the answer is right at the tip of your tongue… - I hint.

"Hmm… could it be?" – She kneels in front of me. I can only smile, certain she's about to pull down my pants and use that wet mouth of hers. Alice, however, had other plans. Playing me like a fool, she ads. – "You could obviously use… a soft… relaxing… massage!" – She giggles.

"Oh, that sounds… wonderful." - I respond with zero enthusiasm. - "Do you even... know how?"

"Er, well, kinda? I’ve never… but I’ve seen it a million times in movies!"

Playing along, I indulge. - "A-ha! In that case, I'll be honored to be your first ever... client!" – I say holding a laugh. - "Where do you want me?"

Scratching her head, Alice finally replies. – "Right there. Just sit back on that bench and just... relax."

And so I do. It was rather uncomfortable, a stone bench and all. But, hey, who was I to complain? I was about to get a massage from a half-naked teen. I could take a little discomfort.

"Welcome to Alice’s Beauty Spa! I understand you're here for your massage, sir?" – She suddenly asks, role-playing.

"That’s correct, yes."

"Perfect. And I trust you didn’t go through much trouble to find the place?"

"Not at all, I know the area well."

"Great, great! And how have you been tended to, so far, Mr…"

"Archer."

"Mr. Archer."

"Don’t think it could’ve been better, thank you very much. Your staff is really... easy on the eyes." - I respond, blatantly staring up and down at her.

"Thank you." – She adds, with a bow.

"Why don’t we start by getting you off these..." - She pauses, smiling so sexily at me. -"Tight sneakers?!" – Giggling again, Alice is clearly enjoying herself. She kneels down and undoes my laces.

"Sounds good to me, my feet are on fire." – I reply, pretending not to have picked up on her little play. - "Some fresh air will certainly do ‘em some g…"

"Pfffew!" - Breaking character, Alice can't stop herself. - "Oh my god, Mr. Archer. Now I know what I’ll be getting YOU for valentines!"

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"Shoe spray!" – She replies waving her hand in front of her nose.

"I wonder what happened to the Beauty Spa. Their staff would NEVER disrespect a client like this..." – I acidly say, lifting my foot and brushing it against her nose. Taken aback, Alice falls backwards on her ass.

"Aw, gross! You ogre!" - She then bursts out.

"I might be the ogre, but you’re Smelly Alice! And you gotta do good by your name…"

"Argh! That was an accident! Plus... last time you didn’t... blergh!"

"Well, excuuuuuse me for trying to get fit for my girlfriend! I thought I’d be making her happy, not disgusted! But... why am I even explaining myself? You work for Alice’s Spa! I came for a massage and I expect to get one!" – I demand, trying to pull her back into character. Staring at my foot, Alice can only make a disgusted face, remaining speechless. - "Fine! If you don’t want my business, I’ll take it elsewhere!" – I yell, in a hail Mary, as I attempt to get up.

Shocked, Alice reacts quickly. – "No.. what? What are you doing?!"

"I’m taking my stinking feet some place else!"

"No! I didn’t mean that… it’s just, I just wasn’t expecting... so much… aroma." – She giggles. – "But you were out there, working out in the sun just for me and… that’s really sweet. My feet smell too after P.E sometimes…" - She continues, trying to appease the situation.

"Not everyone can smell like chocolate all the time, you know?"

"I know, it’s just… I just didn’t expect that locker room whiff…"

"Locker room, huh?"

"Yeah... guy’s locker room... it's just like…"

"And how would you know how the guy’s locker room smells, huh?!" - I interrupt. - "What were you doing in the guy's locker room, Alice?" – I interrogate, now tickling hers tummy with my feet.

"Hahaha, no! What? I … I’ve never… I just…"

"Just what, huh?" – I pry.

"The girls have to walk by it to get to class and… sometimes someone's coming out and… the smell… it’s nothing like the girls."

"Oh, I bet it isn't! That’s the smell of men. If you really want a boyfriend you’re gonna have to get used to that… it’s how men smell, nothing we can do."

"Yeah, no, I know…" - She didn't.

"You do? And yet, here I am working out for you… just to have you complain…"

"I didn’t complain! It was just a joke!"

"Joke, eh? I’ll let it slide… this one time!" - I threaten. -" So, am I gonna get some service in this place or what?"

Acquiescing, Alice jumps back in. – "Right, sir, I am so sorry about that, we have some new interns, but I'll be taking over your session now, if that’s alright with you?" - Alice asks, throwing the most beautiful smile.

"Oh absolutely. And may I say I love your work attire? Spotless!" – I joke.

"Why, thank you very much. We get a lot of compliments, especially from our male customers for some reason. Should we commence?" – She asks, showing off her vocabulary.

"Please do. As long as you're a good girl, unlike that intern!"

"Absolutely, sir. Let’s get you off this other sock…" - She moves for my other foot and removes it in one tug.

"Ah, the breeze feels good…" – I moaned, laying my head backy.

My feet were actually killing me, I'd been running way more lately because of all the... stress. Let's call it stress. With all the climbing and the running, it had taken its toll. So I sit back and enjoy Alice’s inexperienced hands work on me.

"Don’t be afraid to squeeze as hard as you can, it won’t hurt." – I casually mention.

"Okay, but don’t complain later if you get squashed, sir." - She sasses back. And with that, she begins trying to massage my feet. She was pretty ok for a beginner, but they were too sweaty and she kept losing her grip.

Getting annoyed, Alice comes up with an idea. Instead of facing me, she turns around, lifts my foot and places it under her armpit. This way she can still use both hands with more stability. Or so she thought. It turns out her arm isn’t strong enough and my foot keeps sliding down.

"Argh, you’re too sweaty, Mr. Archer! It keeps gliding!"