Tell them off!

Becky Lauren Charlotte

"Why don't you make me?" you shout back to them. They snicker to themselves. You've had about enough of this fair. Perhaps it's time you pack up and go home.

"Make you lick our feet huh?" A voice behind you.

As you turn, you are knocked to the ground by a lightning quick blow to the face. As your vision clears, you see Charlotte lording over you. "Sounds like a plan!" she says. "Grab him girls!"

Lauren and Becky grab you by the arms and drag you under a nearby bench. They toss you on your back to the floor beneath them, as they take their positions. You moan in discomfort as Becky sits on your right arm. Lauren, taking the hint, sits on your left, beaming at her friend while you lie pitifully flailing your legs in a futile attempt at escape. You're hopelessly trapped under the bench as Charlotte sits above you, placing her uggs clad feet to the floor on both sides of your head. You stare pleadingly at her, afraid to speak. She only smiles.

Quickly stripping off her shoes and socks, she unceremoniously plants her feet on your face. The warm, massive, heavy soles cover your entire head, as you struggle to breathe beneath her weight. You hear a single command "Lick"