Starts with Piper

Piper went to work at her restaurant "Quake," everything went well until closing. She was in her office looking over the night's receipts when Tom, the 30-year-old, single, head waiter came in. "Everyone's gone home, the place is clean."

"Thanks, Tom," said Piper looking up. "It was a good night."

"Yeah, very busy. My feet are killing me."

"Mine too."

"Maybe we should give each other foot massages."

"Yeah, right."

"Come on, you know you want to massage my feet."

Piper, who had looked back down at her receipts, looked up and thought for a second. "You know, I really do."

"You do?"

"Sure, have a seat."

"Um, OK." Tom sat in one of the two chairs in front of Piper's desk.

Piper walked over and knelt in front of Tom. She took off one of his shoes and his sock. "Man, you feet are hot and sweaty."

"You know you love it," said Tom jokingly.

Piper blushed, and Tom noticed her breathing seemed to grow heavier as she took his bare, hot, sweaty foot and started to massage it.

"Do you love this?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I do," said Piper.