Still denied

remain on your knees in the grass, the sun dipping lower in the sky as you wait for the sorority girls to acknowledge your presence. Each minute stretches into an eternity, filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter echoing from inside the house. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and you find yourself glancing at the door, hoping they might let you in.

After what feels like hours, the door swings open, and Ashley steps outside, her confident stride commanding attention. She looks down at you with a smirk. “Still here, little Tom?” she teases, her voice dripping with mockery. “What are you hoping for?”

You swallow hard, trying to muster some semblance of confidence. “I just want to talk,” you say, but your voice barely carries over the laughter of the other girls who join her—Brooke and Claire, each looking equally amused by your predicament.

“Oh, you want to talk?” Claire laughs, stepping closer, her stylish boots glinting in the fading sunlight. “How cute. What’s there to talk about? You’ve already made quite the spectacle of yourself.”

“Maybe he wants to kiss our feet,” Brooke chimes in, winking at Ashley. “What do you think, Tom? Would you like that?” She lifts her boot slightly, teasing you with the shiny toe, the air thick with playful challenge.

You can’t help but feel a thrill at the sight, but the embarrassment lingers. “I—” you start, but before you can finish, Ashley leans down, a playful glint in her eyes. “How about this: You can kiss my boot if you really want to show us how sorry you are.”

Your heart races, caught between the humiliation and a strange desire to comply. You nod, the words catching in your throat. “Okay… I’ll kiss it.”

Just as you lean forward, Ashley pulls her foot back, and you stumble forward, hitting the ground hard. The girls erupt in laughter, and you can’t help but feel like a complete fool. “Nice try!” Claire taunts, her laughter ringing in your ears. “You’ll have to do better than that!”

“Get back up, loser,” Brooke adds, smirking as she moves closer, her foot hovering teasingly. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little teasing?” She lifts her foot again, this time letting it dangle just above your face, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You push yourself back up, your cheeks burning, but you feel compelled to try again. “Please, just let me kiss your boots,” you plead, the desperation creeping into your voice.

Ashley steps forward, her boots clicking against the pavement. “You really want this, don’t you? How pathetic,” she mocks, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. “Okay, I’ll let you kiss it, but only if you can make it past us without falling again.”

With a surge of determination, you nod. You gather your courage, focusing on their teasing laughter as you start to crawl toward Ashley again, but just as you reach her boot, she kicks lightly at your shoulder, sending you tumbling back to the ground.

“Oops!” she giggles, looking down at you with faux innocence. “Didn’t see you there!”

“Nice effort, Tom!” Claire calls out, stepping back to let you get up again. You manage to push yourself off the ground, feeling the rush of adrenaline mixed with humiliation.

“Try again!” Brooke teases, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re really working for it today!”

You get back on your knees, determined to show them you’re serious. “I can do it this time,” you say, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. You crawl again, making sure to keep your balance this time, but as you near Ashley’s boot, she playfully moves it away just as you reach out.

You hit the ground again, laughter echoing around you like a cruel melody. “Oh, come on!” you exclaim, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Why won’t you let me in?”

“Because this is way more fun!” Ashley replies, her laughter infectious. “You’re just our little plaything out here. Why would we let you in when you’re so entertaining?”

Hours seem to pass, and they continue to tease and taunt you, giving playful slaps or teasing kisses to your cheek, only to back away as you lean in. The thrill of being at their mercy is exhilarating, and while you feel completely humiliated, you can’t help but crave more of their attention.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the yard, you realize you’ve been waiting all day, but instead of feeling defeated, you feel oddly exhilarated by the game they’ve created. You’re their plaything, and while they deny you entry, the teasing, the laughter, and their undeniable allure keep you on your knees, eagerly awaiting their next move.

“Maybe we’ll let you in tomorrow,” Claire says as they finally turn to head back inside. “But for now, you can just stay out here and think about how to earn it. Bye, loser!”

You watch them retreat into the house, a mix of feelings swirling within you. You’re still outside, but as you kneel in their yard, the thrill of the chase lingers in the air, and deep down, you know you’ll be back to seek their approval, no matter how many times they knock you down.