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Deep within the shiny, exorbitant corridors of an impossibly large mall there existed a small perfume store and hidden in its back was a cramped office. The walls were white and decorated with various lovely landscape photos, a metal desk took up most of the rooms space and the sound of typing filled the air but despite the seemingly innocent appearance a terrible, cruel and almost daily scene was unfolding. All Jacqueline could see, mostly, was the bottom of a black high heel as it pushed the back of her head into the desk, it was rather painful and the young college girl certainly wore a very displeased expression...but unfortunately this was her job and it paid decently. Though it was barely decent enough, however it was just enough to convince Jacqueline to sit there on the ugly tan carpet with the several inches long heel jutting deep into her mouth. Just as her young, cheery boss had commanded, she kept her tongue twisting and wiggling against the heel all while Miss.Holly sat above, doing undoubtedly important things on her laptop. Jacqueline wasn't sure how long she'd been under the desk, it was certainly long enough to scrub away all the foulness that had been clinging to the high heel. The black haired employee wasn't sure which was worse about her job, the fact that she had to spend her days worshipping Miss.Hollys feet as well as all her employees or that Jacqueline had to wear the store uniform whlle doing it which consisted of black pants and a black polo with the stores name printed on it.  "Un Arôme Parfait"  The words were French nonsense but as far as Jacqueline was concerned the logo just showed whom she belonged to, like how ranchers brand their cattle.  ------ Link to character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ------ The black high heel began to slowly pull out of Jacquelines mouth, which meant her head was no longer pinned to the metal desk she'd been seated under for the what felt like an eternity. But that was hardly a victory as Jacqueline couldn't resist letting out a few quiet groans as the several inches long heel rubbed around her mouth and loudly raked her teeth on its journey out all while the newish employee wore a terribly miserable, annoyed look. The long heels black leather rubbed against Jacquelines tongue and just as it was about to exit her mouth the heel stopped with its tip resting between her teeth.  "Alright, well this has been a very productive two hours so I think I deserve to have a little fun." Miss.Hollys voice came from above, happy and bursting with pride as she looked at a laptop screen filled with answered emails. The young blonde woman didn't bother looking down at her employee, she merely leaned back in her cushiony leather chair with a smile, looking like some smug queen despite her black business attire and lack of an actual throne. "And you know what that means, don't you Jacqueline?"  Answering with a groan, the disgruntled employee gently bit down on the heel. Hollys leg then pulled backwards and soon a foot popped from the confines of its shoe, revealing its lovely slender figure with long, flexible toes and a stench that certainly didn't match the foots overall pleasant appearance. Before the high heel had even fully dropped to the ground Jacquelines head was shoved back against the desks underside as Miss.Hollys foot firmly smacked into the employees face, rendering her unable to see much aside from her bosses pale sole which contrasted with the rest of her somewhat tanned body. That foot remained in position, firmly squashing Jacquelines face which made her unable to see the other incoming foot. The girl jerked and yelped loudly as Miss.Hollys other foot kicked hard into her guts with the long high heel certainly leaving a bruise beneath her black employee polo-shirt but despite the pain Jacqueline quickly, and carefully, grabbed the shoe which she pulled off and for that she was rewarded with the newly freed foot joining its twin on her face, completely covering it with Jacqueline only able to sit there meekly knowing the female dominating and humiliating her would face no resistance. After a few moments the feet began to move playfully, the upper parts continued pushing into Jacqueline face while the heels began to lift and then smack into her jaw. "Hmm, what to do…" Miss.Holly pondered with a greatly amused smile, her reclined head pointing at the ceiling as she lounged and listened to the faint groans coming from under her desk. "Since I'm you're boss, I basically own you, I can do whatever I want, isn't that right?" "Unfortunately." Jacqueline said with disgust and resentment, the feet then began slapping her cheeks. The first five were playful but as the sixth came, Jacquelines face was struck hard enough that her head turned to the side and just as she turned it back she erupted with a loud 'Achkkk' sound as Miss.Hollys slender left foot horizontally kicked into her throat, pushing hard enough that breathing became a challenge. Then the slapping continued, with only the right foot as Miss.Holly chuckled above. "Oh don't sound so mad and angry, you've got nothing to complain about!" Miss.Holly announced with her employee taking several more increasingly hard slaps until finally, after five more, Jacqueline let out an embarrassing whimper which only made Miss.Holly laugh again as she returned to her more playful, teasing foot slaps. "Like seriously, you get discounts on perfume, you get most weekends off, we've got healthcare. You get paid very nic- well, you get paid enough not to be homeless, at least. And all you have to do is…" "...Lick your feet." Jacqueline mumbled with obvious humiliation in her voice. "Exactly." Miss.Hollys voice was the opposite of her employees, filled with joyful satisfaction just as she finished speaking the slapping stopped and Miss.Hollys right foot hovered mere inches away from the girls face while the left kept squeezing her throat. "And speaking of which, be a good little wage-slave and get to work." Unsurprisingly Jacqueline thought several rude things but otherwise stayed silent as her months of 'training' began to take over. Her hands grabbed Miss.Hollys ankle and with an expression that said "I'd rather be anywhere else" she pulled the right foot towards herself. Knowing she was about to be overcome with disgust, Jacquelines eyes narrowed as she stuck out her tongue, it smacked into the center of her bosses sole and as Miss.Hollys toes curled a bit in pleasure Jacqueline started to lick side to side, pressing her tongue flat with a groan as it slid around effortlessly. Luckily, Miss.Hollys feet weren't sweaty this time, mostly because Jacqueline had already licked away most of the sweat at six in the morning after her bosses daily jog but still it took a great deal of effort not to constantly choke and gag from the taste alone, which was terribly bitter and somewhat sour like an old lemon covered in dust. "Very good, as always." Miss.Holly praised with a pleased, relaxed tone as her embarrassed subordinate kept licking side to side while slowly moving down towards the heel. "Typically, I'd let my foot licking employee become just a regular employee after a few months but I think this might have to be your permanent position. You don't mind, right?" Thanks to the foot partially crushing her throat, Jacqueline's voice croaked like a frog. "I definitely mind, that sounds terri-"  The foot she'd been licking shook off her hands and pushed its heel into her mouth, pressing savagely against her teeth until Jacqueline squirmed and nearly begged for mercy which she certainly wouldn't receive. The foot then began to twist and turn, sinking a bit deeper into Jacqueline's mouth while she simply sat there with a pained expression and with several muffled groans somehow slipping past the foot. "You don't want to be my full-time foot licker? That's a shame." Miss.Hollys voice was mocking and full of faked sadness, surprisingly both feet dropped away from Jacqueline and plopped onto the ugly beige carpet below her. "Well if you're unwilling to do the job then I suppose I'll just have to fire you, you can go now." "What?" Jacqueline blurted out with much more panic than she had hoped, unaware that up above Miss.Holly was barely able to keep from laughing, especially as she switched over to a much more serious, professional tone. "Yea, isn't it crazy? You get fired for not doing your job." Miss.Holly said as Jacqueline began to panic about all that boring adult stuff, stuff like taxes and bills, college loans and more taxes. "But don't worry, you'll find another job easily. Well, maybe not, the economy has been pretty shi-" "W-w-wait wait!" Jacqueline stammered, she grabbed her bosses ankles, lifted the two feet up side by side and proceeded to slam her face into the warm depths of Miss.Hollys relatively pale soles, soles which immediately began to push forward, once again pinning Jacquelines head against the desk. Without hesitation the employee began to lick incredibly fast, up and down her bosses slender soles at such a high speed that Miss.Holly could no longer maintain her serious facade and broke out into a series of giggles. Jacqueline, whom hated her boss and her job, unsurprisingly felt all her pride leaving her body but that didn't stop her from reluctantly and meekly humilating herself even more…she licked each foot several more times before speaking. "You don't need to fire me, I'll keep being your good little employee!" Miss.Holly didn't respond, which only made Jacqueline more nervous so she just kept licking, specifically the side of her bosses left heel, right where her pale sole skin met the much more tan color covering the rest of her slim body. The taste was just as terrible as any other part of the foot but fortunately Jacqueline only had to spend the next several seconds licking until both feet suddenly began to push forward with an unexpectedly sadistic amount of pressure, so much that almost immediately Jacqueline sucked her tongue back into her mouth only to find she couldn't stick it back leaving her trapped with her face being crushed so mercilessly that she expected her flattened nose to leave an imprint in the sole currently torturing it.  "Hmm…well…if you're that determined to be my underpaid, foot cleaning, shoe shining employee…" Miss.Holly said with her optimistic, joyous voice returning as she pushed her feet into her slave so hard the desk scooted across the carpet slightly. "...I suppose I won't fire you, you've been a pretty decent little foot sla- I mean employee, even with your always angry attitude." "Fank yu…" Jacqueline mumbled with shame, unable to even slightly move her jaw to speak but that changed as the feet suddenly moved back, Miss.Hollys chair also moved back just enough for hee employee to see the bright, degrading smile on her face. "And now, to thank me for not firing you and to add a bit of job security, I think it's time you show me just how grateful you are for your thirteen dollar an hour pay rate." The upbeat and clearly eager blonde said, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the front of her desk. "Go over there, and while you're walking you'd better find your inner foot lover." Jacqueline started to move, she scooted forward a bit and even mumbled a reluctant "Yes ma'am" to be extra pathetic but that apparently backfired as a foot kicked into her chest, knocking her back against the desks underside once again where her face then received several firm, teasing slaps from her bosses slender, warm sole. "Hurry up, stop wasting my money and move faster!" Miss.Holly ordered with one final slap, Jacqueline groaned quietly but otherwise obeyed, quickly crawling out from beneath the desk she'd been trapped under for hours, she then managed to reach the desks front side in under two seconds at which point she found Miss.Holly leaned back in her chair, her slightly tanned feet propped up leisurely upon the desk crossed at the ankle with the right foot on top. "Okay Miss…" Jacqueline said with no enthusiasm. "I guess…I'll start doing my job now." "Good idea." Miss.Holly replied happily, briefly wiggling her toes. "You can start by sucking all ten of these lovely toes." Jacqueline simply nodded and looked down, to her dismay her bosses foul feet were roughly in the center of the desk so with another defeated sigh she leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk to support her weight before finally lowering herself down a bit leaving her in a position that was essentially a degrading standing-up bow though despite her humiliating posture there were much worse things about her current predicament, mainly the two pleasant looking but foul smelling feet two inches from her face and it certainly didn't help that Miss.Holly was very intently watching her every move. Since Jacqueline (mostly) wanted to keep her job she quickly got to work, staring down at the desk as she opened her mouth wide. Without much hesitation the poor employee wrapped her lips around the big toe of her bosses right foot, immediately her downcast gaze was filled with disgust but Jacqueline managed to keep the long, foul toe in her mouth and even started to move her head up and down, sucking it hard with her tongue beginning to lick. "Ahhh yes…" Miss.Holly said with an obviously pleased tone. "Wonderful as always." Jacqueline certainly disagreed with that last part but as she continued slurping and licking and sucking away at Miss.Hollys big toe she was pleased to see that her boss decided to lean her head back and close her eyes, leaving Jacqueline 'alone' to work in peace though her current task was anything but peaceful. Her head was bobbing up and down at a foolish looking pace, already her neck was aching but that didn't even compare to the taste which was like licking dried old lemonade off a dusty parking lot, it was bitter, sour and just made her tastebuds have a generally horrific time as Jacqueline kept her tongue twisting and turning all around the toe. The smell was also beginning to affect her, she'd spent most of the day smelling them while they smashed her face but since she managed to inhale fresh air for several seconds only moments ago the stink seemed so much more vile than before. Just like the taste, Miss.Hollys feet pumped out a stench that was strong, sour and stale enough that Jacqueline's eyes nearly watered.  After bobbing her head up and down several dozen times Jacqueline accidentally slammed her head down a bit too hard, it sent her bosses toe deep into the depths of her mouth, jabbing the back of her throat hard enough that Jacqueline let out a sudden, loud gag that the perfume stores customers could probably hear through the wall. Miss.Holly didn't seem to mind as she merely chuckled briefly. "Wow, you must really be desperate to do a good job." The blonde teased, eyes still closed and her chair still reclined. "I'd order you to shove my toes down your throat but two of your favorite co-workers should be getting here soon and they love foot-fucking your throat so I'll let them do that, but for now, suck my other toes. Shove all four in and lick." Those two 'favorite coworkers' were Madeline and Chelsea, two high-school girls whom Jacqueline absolutely wasn't prepared to interact with but she couldn't think of such things now, she had toes to worship unfortunately and as such the miserable employee did just that. She quickly removed Miss.Hollys big toe from her mouth, leaving it glistening with saliva, and not a nanosecond later she was wrapping her mouth around the four other toes which were just barely wide enough to stretch out the corners of her lips. With her back starting to ache a bit from leaning/crouching awkwardly over the desk, Jacqueline started to lick at a quick speed in hopes her good performance would lead to her being put into a different position, instead it just immediately led to Jacqueline being even more disgusted than before as her tongue slid side to side along the bottoms of Miss.Hollys toes and just like with the rest of the young woman's foot the flavor was particularly stale, bitter and sour, enough that Jacqueline's tastebuds felt like they were starting to burn though that was the least of her worries. As she licked back and forth she had her tongue pressed hard against the pale undersides of the otherwise tan toes, every few seconds the girls tongue nearly slipped between those toes and with every time that happened Jacqueline caught the tiniest taste of the sweat that had been marinating within the tight little spaces which added an almost painful degree of saltiness to the already foul collection of flavors held by Miss.Hollys lovely, slender foot. To Jacquelines shame, it took a surprising amount of determination not to gag but fortunately she was stubborn enough to somehow keep mostly quiet though her boss soon broke the silence from her chair where she relaxed still with a smile and closed eyes.  "Oh Jacqueline, don't be shy. Lick between my toes, you've done it literally hundreds of times." Miss.Holly commanded with a comfy, relaxed disposition which was the complete opposite of how the slave felt. Still, Jacqueline only hesitated for a single second before plunging her tongue between Miss.Hollys two biggest toes. The taste immediately sent a cold chill of disgust shooting down her spine which only grew worse as Jacqueline began to move her tongue around, twisting and wiggling it within the tight space that was barely even sweaty but the taste was more than enough to make Jacqueline want to vomit despite having licked these terrible cramped areas countless times just as Miss.Holly had so cheerfully pointed out. Trying and failing to ignore that depressing fact, Jacqueline just kept licking and suffering and kept going as her boss suddenly snapped her fingers several times, bringing Jacquelines gaze up to the blonde who now had her eyes opened at last and unfortunately they were staring directly into Jacquelines. "Do you know what my favorite part of being a young, rich, beautiful, successful businesswoman is?" Miss.Holly asked with a friendly yet smug expression, talking down to her toe sucking employee as if Jacqueline were some lowly peasant.  Jacquelines toe sucking came to an abrupt end as they suddenly slipped from her mouth, before the girl could even inhale both feet shot upwards and both heels slammed downwards onto her head, hard enough that Jacqueline dropped down with most of her landing on the desk with her face slamming straight into its solid surface and that's where she remained, leaned over some desk with her bosses feet propped atop the back of her head. "Turn your head to the side." Miss.Holly ordered like a dominatrix enjoying herself, Jacqueline obviously obeyed and ended up looking at a wall for a nanosecond before Miss.Hollys left foot slipped off her head, giving Jacqueline a very detailed view of its inner side. "You know what to do." The half bent over employee certainly did, with a clearly bitter expression Jacqueline began to awkwardly lick the side of the tanned foot as best as she could as Miss.Holly continued to speak with her upbeat, degrading voice. "But yes, anyways, what I love the most about being a multi-millionaire with dozens of perfume stores is how I get to treat you gross little poor people. Now, I don't think all my employees are nasty poor people but you clearly." Miss.Holly mocked as Jacqueline could do nothing but lick one foot while the other used her head as a footrest, the blonde then let out a quick chuckle. "Like seriously, how pathetic and desperate do you have to be to lick feet all day, every day, with twelve hour shifts for so little money you probably can't even afford gas for your trashy car?" Jacqueline just kept licking, feeling even more worthless and humiliated than before, it also reminded her of the various problems her definitely trashy car needed that she definitely couldn't afford. The right foot atop her head lifted and then dropped hard, enough that Jacqueline's whole body jerked. "I wanted a answer." The power-tripping, smiling blonde demanded. "How are you this pathetic and desperate?" "I…don't know?" Jacqueline replied awkwardly and unsure as she kept licking the side of her bosses foot whose taste was nearly as unpleasant as the conversation. The foot licker then spoke with a stubborn tone. "But it's not like I want this job! I just can't find anything else…" "Well that just means I'm right, you literally are pathetic and desperate!"  "Maybe bu-" "Shut up, employee!" Miss.Holly laughed, once again hammering Jacquelines head with her right heel. "Stop talking, do your job and keep licking!" As much as Jacqueline wanted to immediately quit and angrily stomp out she didn't, she couldn't and Miss.Holly clearly knew that as she shifted her left foot slightly, giving her slave access to part of her sole which was quickly introduced to Jacquelines tongue. "Good girl, now you can stay down there and think about your terrible existence for the next twenty or so minutes until your two favorite co-workers arrive." The boss said, crossing her arms with a victorious grin as she closed her eyes once more. "Oh. And thank me for letting you have this job, and you'd better sound like you mean it." "Ugh…do I have-" Jacqueline received a third slam from her bosses right heel, so the lowly employee quickly changed her tone to a much more happy, grateful but obviously dishonest voice. "Okay! Um…th-thank you Miss.Holly." She paused, licked the foot several times and listened to another chuckle from her boss before continuing. "...For letting me have this…wonderful…job…" Jacqueline sounded defeated as she lied. "You're the best boss ever, Miss.Holly…" Twenty minutes later… Jacqueline was very grateful as she closed the door to Miss.Hollys office, she turned to face the rest of the break/storage room that existed behind the actual storefront was. The room was dim, dingy and had walls mostly covered with shelves and boxes holding various perfumes and random seasonal things. Feeling drowsy, weak and still able to taste her bosses feet, the overworked employee was ready to take her short break as she awaited her two younger co-workers. She dragged her feet across the cement floor towards a rectangular table at the rooms center, sitting at the head of this cheaply made table Jacqueline sighed, she looked to her left where a door leading to a maintenence hallway, she then looked to the right wall where another door lead to the small fancy perfume store before she just let her face drop to the table with a sigh, wondering which door Madeline and Chelsea would come running through today. "I hate this job so, so, so much…" She mumbled. Approximately six seconds passed. Jacquelines door question was then answered, the left slammed open, the two girls entered with the energy of a speeding, giggling tornado and Jacqueline couldn't even lift her head before her latest torture session had begun. Immediately she let out a surprised yelp as her chair was jerked backwards, with that yelp turning to a quick scream as the back of her head cracked hard against the ground. "Hey! What the fuck w-" Jacqueline nearly screamed again as she saw a black shoe, the kind all lower class working folk wear, coming down at her but that scream never happened as that shoe smashed into her throat, turning any noises into pathetic whimpers. Looking up with anger that was rapidly turning to nervous fear, she found that the foot belong to Madeline, the overly energetic ginger assistant manager with long, lovely orange hair, pasty white skin splattered with freckles and a very devious expression. Just like Jacqueline(and Chelsea) she wore the usual uniform of the perfume store, black pants and black polo bearing a white name-tag.  "Hey there Jackie, are you ready for another 'team building exercise'?" Madeline asked with glee. "I don't really have a choi-" Jacqueline's vision suddenly became filled with dirty rubber as Chelsea's shoe roughly slapped itself over her eyes, rendering the slave unable to see her which was unfortunate as Chelsea was rather lovely with her smooth black hair, bronze-ish tan Asian complexion and mischievous look that matched her red-headed friend.  "I wonder what kinda fun thing we should first…so many options but so little time." Chelsea asked with a eager sigh, Jacqueline flinched as her shoe shifted and instead of her eyes being covered it was now most of her face that was stuck under dirty shoe sole. Madeline leaned forward on her foot, suddenly crushing Jacqueline's throat significantly harder. "Yea, a half hour to mess with this idiot isn't enough for our daily two-versus-one torture sessions! So let's just start out with the fun stuff…the real fun stuff!" Madeline suggested. "Oh oh, yes, I know exactly what you mean." Chelsea grinned and with that Jacqueline's face was freed as the girl ran off to a random shelf to look through boxes but somehow things still got worse for the slave. Jacqueline's throat was flattened as Madeline lifted her right foot, leaving her balancing on her slaves throat whom only kicked her feet and gave the ginger a threatening glare which only made Madeline chuckle, a moment later Jacquelines stomach was stomped by the left foot and with that the right lifted from her throat only to land atop her face, specifically Madeline's shoe heel slammed into Jacquelines forehead where it dragged itself down a bit, slipping the shoe off to reveal a slender foot trapped in a lime green ankle sock. "Ahh, much better!" Madeline announced, Jacqueline managed to notice the bottom of that green sock was a noticeably darker color than the rest just before the foot playfully slapped down onto her face. She found the reason for the excessive moistness was it being soaked with warm sweat that the now giggling Madeline immediately began to smear all around Jacquelines clearly angry but reluctantly submissive face. "Yea, those shoes are real gross and nasty and they make my feet pretty gross and nasty too, it probably doesn't help that I wear them during gym. But that doesn't really matter, you're not going to run or anything." "Here they are!" Chelsea proclaimed, turning around and proudly displaying two fancy, small clear perfume bottles.  Jacqueline couldn't see much other than Madeline's sweaty green sock sole, her playful smiling face and the ceiling but soon she also saw Chelsea standing above. The socked foot then slipped downwards, slapping hard onto Jacquelines throat hard enough she let out a cough just as Chelsea sprayed each perfume bottles directly at her face. It got everywhere, in Jacquelines eyes, her hair, her nostrils and especially her mouth,  immediately she erupted with an even louder series of coughs that nearly knocked Madeline down but the ginger girl remained, laughing with her friend as Jacqueline writhed around on the ground like a dying bug. "Don't be like that, you know you love our special perfumes." Madeline chuckled, Jacquelines face was sprayed again and with it she tasted vile chemicals and an overwhelming saltiness that was beyond sickening. "And besides, our foot sweat doesn't taste THAT gross." "Plus there's all kinds of creeps that would pay for it and you get it for free." Chelsea added happily.  "How could anyone possibly enj-"  "Quiet foot licker!" Madeline said loudly and that was followed by giggles as well as her foot returning to Jacqueline's face, in a very violent way. "And speaking of foot licking…" Madeline jumped off her slave and with Jacqueline still 'sitting' on her fallen chair between the duo, she looked to Chelsea. "My dear." Madeline said with a joking tone. "Would you assist me in raising this retard up?" "Certainly." Chelsea replied, tossing the perfume onto the table. Several moments later… Jacqueline's chair clattered as it was set upright again with her still in it, her chest pressed uncomfortably against the tables side but that hardly bothered her, what bothered her was the fact that both her co-workers were climbing atop the table with Madeline on the left and Chelsea on the right. As they sat, Jacqueline noticed the girls had removed their shoes just as all four feet came at her, they struck simultaneously with Jacqueline's chair nearly toppling over again as her face was attacked by an army of socked soles. Madeline's lime green socks were joined by Chelsea's regular white ankle socks but despite their generic appearance they reeked terribly, as did Madeline's feet and all Jacqueline could do was sit there, listening to them laugh at her as they spread the nasty 'perfume' all across her face even more.  "Come on Jackie, you know what to do, you do it literally every day!" Madeline laughed as Jacqueline simply tried to keep from coughing and gagging on the stench cloud trapping her head.  "Yea seriously." Chelsea chimed in with sarcasm, giving the slave a firm slap with her moist sock sole. "Hurry up, I need my feet licked already." Jacqueline was visibly annoyed despite this being a daily occurrence. After several more seconds of sitting there with her face being massaged by unpleasant teenager socked soles the enslaved employee got to work, she tried to bite the tip of Madeline's left sock but missed, she tried for one of Chelsea's and missed as well, prompting the girls to laugh at her which just made her more 'eager' to succeed just to spite them. Jacqueline tried several more times, missing endlessly and making the laughter grow louder with each failure. The socked feet moved so quickly that they were a blur of green and white, smacking Jacqueline and abusing her without even a slight break. Madeline's left sole smeared down her cheek, Chelseas right toes briefly twisted into Jacquelines nose while Madelines feet kinda just slapped around, Jacqueline kept failing and her nostrils kept suffering, Chelseas left foot uppercutted Jacquelines jaw and forced her teeth shut with a clatter, Madelines sock pushed into Jacquelines forehead and leaked out warm sweat like a sponge before slowly smearing down sideways while the three other feet attacked all around it, as the descending foot finished soaking Jacqueline and slipped off her chin Chelsea left sole slapped into the slaves lips but this time Jacqueline succeeded, her teeth caught hold of the moist white sock and immediately Madelines heel hammered into her nose, jerking Jacquelines head back with a yelp as the sock slipped from her grasp.  "Oh whoops! My bad." Madeline snickered as the four foot assault continued. "I totally didn't do that on purpose." "Bad luck slave." Chelsea added. "Better keep trying though." "Yea, it's literally your job." Madeline snickered as Jacqueline snipped at her green sock and missed horribly thanks to Chelseas toes punching into her cheek.  The two girls made some more jokes and made some more giggles while Jacqueline kept trying in vain to teeth-pull their nasty socks off, by now her nose had sucked in so much sickening stink she began to feel a bit lightheaded, it certainly didn't help that she had perverted coworkers bashing her face endlessly with feet reeking more aggressively than the most potent of vinegars. Eventually the slow seconds turned to a minute or two, soon Jacquelines mostly sock filled vision saw Madeline look to her friend with a sarcastic sigh.  "You know, it's also her job to lick our feet." "That's very true." "Should we let her do her job then?"  "Ohhh…I guess so." Chelseas foot pushed into half of Jacquelines face while Madelines covered the rest. "It would be rude not to." "Yea and we don't want that!" Madeline decided definitely with a grin, Jacqueline soon heard the girl snapping several times like an impatient customer. "You, you down there, stupid foot girl, do your job!"  Hoping there'd be no more tricks, Jacqueline begrudgingly got to work and began dragging her head down the two different colored socks currently flattening her face until her smooshed lips where at the base of their heels. Not wanting to continue, Jacquelines mouth opened and she gently bit down on both socks, cringing as sweat seeped out but she was accustomed to such grossness so the miserable employee began pulling her head, and the socks, upwards. Slowly the two feet began to be exposed, they both had a similar long slender shape but as the moist socks were peeled away they revealed two very different sights. Chelseas heel was a lovely bronze-ish tan, like wet sand on a beach whereas Madeline's pasty ginger flesh looked whiter than Antarctica. Unfortunately, neither foot bore the temperature of Antarctica because as Jacqueline kept pulling those socks up the heat from all four steamy sweaty feet was overbearing and sticky enough that she nearly began sweating herself.  And finally, both socks slipped off to reveal two pairs of slender toes that wiggled a bit to allow cool air into their warm crevices with their overall innocent appearance hiding the fact they all reeked horribly, enough that Jacqueline nearly gagged but instead she bitterly spat the socks to the floor and just as she turned her head back the two other feet, soggy sweat socks included, both pressed into her face hard enough to make Jacqueline produce a grunt accompanied by laughter and as she began smearing her face downwards that gag managed to escape which only made the laughter louder, this was followed by a impatient groan from Madeline.  "You go too slow."  "Yea, friggin old lady." "Okay Jackie, we'll be nice, use your hands for the last two socks and then…hmm,what should we have our pet do?"  "I think my feet could use a good hard tongue scrubbing, maybe followed by a– Hey! Put your face back!" Chelsea shouted with a snicker, making her slave smash herself back into the mismatched wet socks, she then pinched the tips with her fingers. "And now it'll definitely be followed by a nice heel sucking." "Sounds amazing, for us at least." Madeline said eagerly while Jacqueline already wanted to vomit.  But the foot hating employee had a gross job to do, she gripped the socks a bit harder and tensed her completely smothered face as she pulled. Each sock slid right off, immediately Jacquelines face went from pressing into sweat oozing fabric to sweat producing skin that was far more sickening. Both feet remained in place for a moment before simultaneously starting to move terribly fast. Madelines sole smeared up, Chelseas grinded down but after that both feet kinda just went wild, pushing and shoving Jacquelines head all around with her skin growing increasingly wet and smelly from all the sweat she just sat there enduring, trying and mostly succeeding in not coughing. 'Luckily' this only lasted five or so seconds before both feet slammed down onto the table leaving Jacqueline staring at a row of four feet awaiting her, the left two being a pasty white with their neighbors being a lovely sandy tan.  "Alright, you know what to do." Chelsea said, very ready for the fun begin.  "Yep, you know exactly what to do!" Madeline chimed in, teasingly licking the air before she leaned back onto the table, laying down with a thud. Chelsea swiftly copied her.  Jacquelines face already bore a sour expression so as she reluctantly leaned down it only grew worse, so did the burning sensation in her nose. She really, really didn't want to lick these two giggling girls feet for what was probably the hundredth day in a row…but she also really didn't want to be stomped or kicked or tramped as punishment for disobeying, or keeping them waiting, so the poor college student swung her head down to the left-most foot, Madelines, and forced her tongue out. It smacked into the center of the gingers pale sole, despite months of daily lickings Jacqueline still felt a repulsed chill wash over her and Madeline still felt the need to giggle, probably just to make her contractually obligated coworker feel worse, it worked but unfortunately the taste of the girls foot was far worse than her degrading little snicker. Jacqueline moved her tongue around Madelines slender sole slowly, going side to side several times before slipping over to the next foot where she licked in a up/down motion with her face contorting with obvious disgust, as always Madelines foot had a bitter, vaguely cheesy taste with the sweat adding an extremely overbearing saltiness that was always very present despite how long or hard she licked.  "Ahhh yes, this feels as great as always!" Madeline sighed, giving her slaves nose a quick tap with wiggling toes. "I'm glad we decided to walk all the way here today. Hey sla- or, uh, hey respected coworker, can you taste all the walking I did?"  "Y-"  "I can't." Chelsea swiftly cut in. "But the smell coming off your feet is nasty enough for me, I don't see how our little pets hasn't melted." "You know what that means, Miss.Foot Licker?" Madeline asked as Jacqueline was reluctantly giving her steamy moist toes a tongue massage. "All your training, all these days and weeks and months of licking our feet has finally paid off. You've got superhuman nose that can ignore the n-"  "No…no my nose is normal." Jacqueline mumbled, her nose and tongue dragging down Madelines sole. "Unfortunately." "Awww yea, that is pretty unfortunate." Chelsea whined with feigned sympathy  "Very unfortunate." Madeline mumbled comfortably, as if at a spa, while the slaves tongue scrubbed her pale heel hard enough to wiggle the whole foot.  "So, if your nose still isn't used to all this nasty stank, what about your tongue?"  Coincidentally, Jacqueline happened to be licking back up on Madelines foot when her tongue scraped over a particularly salty, sour patch of sweat that made her groan and tense up, before groaning out.  "No, tongues normal too…" "Really?" Madeline asked with a comfortable grin before proceeding to spend several seconds lounging there atop the table to enjoy her slaves slowly licking tongue. "...You don't even have calluses or whatever from licking for, like, twenty hours a day?"  "Nope." "Ah, well, that's all very interesting and all." Chelsea chimed in, nudging Madelines foot with her own. "But we've only got like twenty minutes left before work actually starts and my feet are suspiciously unlicked." The pasty white foot Jacqueline had been licking smooshed forward hard into her face, pinning her tongue to her chin and flattening her nose with a pale sole. Madeline then happily spoke.  "Give my foot a few loving kisses, heel to toe, then be a good girl and go cover Chelseas feet with your spit next." The relaxed, grinning girl commanded with a snap and a point to her friends awaiting soles. As the two girls began to chatter amongst themselves Madelines foot dropped back down, allowing Jacqueline to briefly glare over at Chelseas slender feet which were already coated in enough sweat that there was no need to spread her saliva around. That sour expression remained on Jacquelines face as she turned back to Madelines foot, she got straight to the unpleasant kissing and pressed her lips hard into the gingers heel, her mouth dragged upwards then smooshed into the center of her sole and finally Jacqueline slid upwards again, her lips landing just below the toes which her nose was unfortunately buried in, forcing her to take a final musky-salt scented snort along with that last kiss which lasted several long seconds before months of training kicked in. Jacquelines tongue slipped out to give Madelines pasty sole a last little bit of pampering, once they started laughing at her the slave quickly slipped over to Chelseas lovely bronzeish colored foot where her tongue met with so much warm, putrid sweat that the slave was surprised her tongue didn't make a splash as it dived in. Instead, Jacqueline just (mostly) repressed a gag as she started lavishing the long, slender foot with licks that traveled swiftly from the girls heel all the way to her toes then back down that made Chelsea exhaled with a giddy smirk.  "Woooo…this is why I come to work!" She said as Jacqueline reluctantly scraped away a unpleasant amount of sweat. "I'd give up my whole paycheck just for this, it's so, so nice."  "It's nice and it's so freaking satisfying too, watchin some college girl lick her younger colleagues feet." Madeline briefly lifted her head with a nasty little grin with the slave groaning as she felt pasty toes poke her cheek momentarily. "Hey Jackie, you know you're a loser, right? We're, like, four years younger than you." The foot licker tried ignoring the giggling teens but it didn't work, it never did, though Jacqueline just kept licking, focusing on Chelsea heel which she currently smothered and lavished with her tongue. Chelsea kindly repaid her by continuing to mock her.  "Shouldn't you be doing something more important, like studying college stuff or whatever? Or getting wasted at frat parties?"  "OR getting HER toes sucked at a frat party? But nooo, she's too busy getting drunk on foot sweat instead, for minimum wage pay basically." Madeline snickered, her heel giving Jacquelines forehead a solid little kick that pushed her back enough her tongue stopped licking but quickly continued, going after Chelseas other foot. "Gaah-damn Jackie, if I were you, I would have killed myself by now!"  "Same, but, hey Jackie, guess what." Chelsea said deviously, prompting the slave to go from staring at the foot she licked to glaring up its owner. "At least you get to lick and love and play with some super cute feet every day." "Not including Susans." Madeline said, with vague respect and kindness.  "Yea, not Susans." Chelsea said, Jacquelines outstretched tongue received a tap from the foot it had been licking. "Before you have to go lick those crusty old lady feet, show us how much you appreciate me and Madeline allowing you to touch our adorable feetsies. You got four in front of you, show them all some love! Whip your head back and forth, go!"  Jacqueline didn't immediately obey so her laziness was rewarded by both of Chelseas feet shooting up and smacking into her face, they rubbed all around rather hard with the sweaty tanned soles dragging Jacquelines already aching facial features around like a smelly blender for the next five or so seconds before they pushed forward hard then dropped, dragging Jacquelines whole head down with them to the table just as both girls sat back up.  "Lick!" Chelsea shouted with glee.  "Now!" Madeline added, she pulled a tiny perfume bottle from her pocket.  Jacquelines face was still buried into Chelseas feet and the slave quickly forced herself deeper into the sweaty soles with her eyes semi-nervously peeking between the toes just as Madeline began repeatedly squirting the 'perfume' indiscriminately like a shotgun. As a fine mist of condensed sweat and harsh chemicals rained down onto Jacquelines hair and Chelseas feet the girl stifled several coughs before she inadvertently snorted in a bit forcing her to choke and forcing her two tormenters to laugh as Madeline kept the stinky sweat-spray spraying.  "Dang I didn't see you grab that." Chelsea said while Jacqueline was basically enduring chemical warfare, now gagging directly into the soles she used for cover. "I had it with me all day, this is a concealed carry state after all." Madeline stated deviously with a shrug as the spray ran out, she tossed it over her shoulder. "Have it just in case I wanted to spread some stanky stank onto some annoying dumbass."  "That's a nice idea actually. Oh, and speaking of annoying dumbasses…" Chelsea said, upon hearing that Jacqueline knew whom she meant and after a few more painful gags the slave got to licking the lovely Asian feet she'd been smooshing her face into, earning a smirk from Chelsea. "Good girl but I'm pretty sure I said to lick ALL four feet." "Yea, ALL FOUR FEET, retard. Get to it before I get another bottle of that nast-" Madeline and Chelsea erupted with laughter as Jacquelines tongue slipped across four soles at such a high speed she nearly fell off the chair, instead she just licked in the opposite direction and then continued traveling side to side at a unnecessarily high speed, her nose still literally burning from snorting the 'fragrant' sweat perfume.  "Wow, that must have been some bad stuff to make you lick that fast." Chelsea chuckled, waving her hand in front of her face. "It definitely was, I can kinda smell it." "Yea,yea, I've been holding onto that bottle for a couple months now, it's been marinating." "Clearly, and oh no, Jackie, watch out, it's all seeping down between my toes." "Well hopefully she's thirsty." Licking gross feet had certainly made Jacqueline thirsty, though definitely not for months old sweat and chemicals but that didn't matter and the two giggling teens clearly care about their quietly wheezing slaves desires, they ignored her as they once again started talking about stupid highschool stuff, boys and teachers and gossip and whatnot, leaving Jacqueline to do her literal job with a scowl. Or at least she would be scowling if her face wasn't contorted into a pained, disgusted expression as she zoomed her head back and forth at such a high speed she was basically a blur. Madelines pasty white feet had a terribly bitter, somewhat stale cheesy taste accompanied by a bit of musky salt while Chelseas lovely bronze soles just tasted of sweat, it was pungent and even though Jacquelines face had soaked up most of it the taste remained very strong and as Jacquelines tongue kept going side to side she couldn't tell which flavor she hated more, both were nasty, all four feet were beyond humiliating to lick but the foot slave knew that's exactly what she'd be doing for the next ten or so minutes…until she got to accompany Susan out for her smoke break… so Jacqueline kept going. Her head moved with such speed that her vision constantly flashed between a pale white color and a brownish goldenish tan, fast enough to induce a seizure though unfortunately Jacqueline that didn't happen and she was left to keep licking, and licking and licking.  Her tongue reached all sections of the two girls feet, countless times. Over and over again she'd start just below the toes, pushing her tongue flat only to hastily slide to the side, usually accompanied by her own gags and plenty of giggles from her perverted coworkers. Once her tongue smeared across four soles she'd move it down a bit then go again, then again and again until finally she went so low that she got a bit of relief due to her tongue rubbing into the table as it licked across the very bottoms of the girls heels.  Jacqueline felt sick in more than one way, largely from just jerking her body around like a rag doll but also from the horrible tastes, despite months of experiencing it daily for hours upon hours. The nasty stinks her nose sucked in had to be the worst of it all though, thanks to her body getting an entire exercise session from all the swift swaying she couldn't take in little breathes, the poor slave had to violently suck in air through her nose which itself was grinding into the four slender soles just as much as her tongue. The scents of old cheese, sweat, bitter moldy air and stale bread endlessly filled her lungs, with the strong stench of that 'perfume' still infecting the air all around Jacquelines suffering nostrils. Regardless of all that, she just kept grinding her tongue, nose and most of her face directly into the four feet, mostly failing to hide her disgust.  She licked and licked and was occasionally mocked by the two teenagers who were far too busy gossiping to pay the foot licker any attention, it went on for a few more minutes, until Jacqueline made a terrible mistake.  Her head movements got a bit sloppy and uncoordinated from the endless erratic movements. Her tongue glided over Madelines very wet right foot, then the left, over to Chelseas also overly saliva covered right foot and then to the final foot where it accidentally scrubbed against Chelseas long toes, her tongue raked the bottoms and squeezed into the crevices forcing a particularly loud gag from Jacqueline as she tasted the previously sprayed perfume, it tasted of old marinated sweat but mostly it was just like she'd swallowed a gallon of chemicals. It coated her tongue and assaulted her tastebuds so mercilessly Jacqueline didn't even think, she just pulled her head back, coughed and choked and would've started spitting out the nasty liquid if Chelseas foot didn't slam up into her lips with several toes slapping her tongue. Chelseas other foot smacked into her face with Jacqueline desperately trying to lean back to escape the onslaught of wiggly Asian girl toes but instead she let out a yelp as Madelines feet kicked into her foot-covered face as well with enough force Jacquelines chair began to teeter backwards.  "Ohhhh no." Madeline snickered, violently driving her heel into the slaves briefly exposed forehead which sealed her fate.  Jacqueline, once again, rode her chair all the way to the ground where the back of her head smashed into the solid concrete floor… just in time for her to see the office door, which had been behind her, open to reveal Miss.Holly strolling out, a pleasantly surprised smile coming to her face.  "Oh well this is convenient, you're already on the floor." She said, her high heels clacking loudly as she approached. "I have a little meeting to run off too, so my footwear needs some quick pampering and, wow, good job showing such foresight and initiative." Despite feeling like she just came out of a gas chamber, Jacqueline felt a tinge of pride with herself.  "Maybe I'll give you two a raise, throwing this loser on the ground like that, it's like you read my mind." Miss.Holly chuckled, killing Jacquelines pride and obviously amusing the two girls. It got even worse when the slave suddenly had the long heel of her bosses black shoe force it's way into her mouth, she quickly got to work shining it and was promptly ignored as she did "So boss, what kinda big fancy meeting do you have?" Madeline asked, slipping off the table directly onto Jacquelines stomach, where she then stood, forcing the slave to accidentally gag herself on the solid piece of plastic already poking at her throat. "Whoops." "Oh it's nothing important. Just a meet up with the malls owner for boring business stuff." Chelsea also slipped off the table, her feet smashing down right behind Madeline with Jacqueline being in enough pain her reflexes forced her head to jerk up, making her deep throat the heel for a moment before it was slipped from her mouth.  "G-get off…" She wheezed only for Miss.Hollys other heel to slide past her lips, where it was immediately serviced by her tongue just as all three females looked down at her.  "I don't remember telling you to speak, employee." Miss.Holly spoke with mocking authority and the two teens swiftly punished their coworker by simultaneously jumping.  Jacqueline was able to whimper before her guts were smashed by four feet, then it turned to a pained scream from her body jerking so hard her insides were practically stabbed by the black heel which she quickly began to continue licking, eyes closed to avoid making humiliating eye contact. The heel began to twist and turn and Miss.Holly then let out a relaxed sigh, which ended with her foot ceasing it's movement and with Jacquelines face now being crushed under the success young woman's high heel toe section.  "Okay you two, your fun is over, for now." Miss.Holly said, earning groans from the girls whom stepped off their abused coworker with the face crushing lasting another second or so before Miss.Holly slipped the heel out, used it to turn Jacquelines head towards the store-facing door, crushed her ear then spoke. "Madeline, Chelsea, please go inform Susan it's her turn to abuse our dear friend Jacqueline. And Jacqueline, well, do your job and maybe do it with a smile for once." Beneath her bosses foot, the Jacqueline unsurprisingly remained with a wide frown on her face as she heard the two girls both happily agreed to this order, picking up their various shoes and socks with their bare feet slapping the ground loudly as they ran about. Within seconds Madeline threw open the door and went through, followed by Chelsea and finally Miss.Holly walked towards it as well, leaving her poor employee with some teasing words.  "Enjoy Susans smoke break and watch out for that secondhand smoke, can't have my newest foot licker getting some lung cancer."  And with that, Miss.Holly was gone with the doorway immediately being filled by Susan. In her late forties, a divorcee and mother of two looked more like she should be on a wholesome cooking show in Wisconsin or maybe in a not so wholesome semi-bbw porn video. Dressed in the all black uniform of the perfume store while also wearing a rather tired but cheery expression that has somehow endured dealing with foolish customers for hours and upon seeing her younger co-worker laying on the ground her brown eyes lit up with delight.  "Oh goodie, you're already down there then, that'll make this a heck of a lot easier…" Susan said, she started to waddle over and as always Jacqueline wasn't ready to pull off her shoes however this time Susan didn't seem to want her help, that much at least. A dirty black work shoe smacked into her face, forcing it to look up allowing her to briefly see Susans amused smile before that same shoe stomped down sideways, immediately moving all around with Jacquelines scrunched-up face quickly receiving several grayish dirt streaks.  "Now don't you move, sweetheart, just stay right down there." Susan commanded rather nicely which only made it more embarrassing for Jacqueline as she just laid there, holding in her pained whimpers while having her face rearranged and smeared from the older woman's rapidly moving shoe. "I know you've had such a horrible, hard day so…" The heel grinded hard into Jacquelines nose, forcing her to squirm.  "I'll help ya out just a tad." She said, stomping her shoe heel onto one side of the nose then violently yanking her foot back, it jerked Jacquelines whole head but the shoe slipped off and as her face turned back up she nearly whined upon seeing the foot wore no sock. Susan then spoke, quite merrily. "See? Wasn't that easy, and quick too! Now just give my sole a nice little kiss then we'll move to the next." "O-okay…" Jacqueline groaned with narrow eyes, slightly annoyed as usual by Susans general upbeat, cheery demeanor.  She reluctantly raised her head and pushed her lips into the woman's sole. The only nice thing about Susan was that her feet didn't really sweat, but the dry crusty skin of the fifty year old was far from pleasant feeling so Jacquelines kiss lasted only a moment, only to restart as Susans very large, very thick, very meaty dropped down, smacking her head into the floor and burying the lower half of Jacquelines face, whom held then held breathe as Susan let out a quick little chuckle.  "Oh come on Jacqueline, that was such a sad kiss, you can do better than that!" Susan said encouragingly and as the slave shot her a glare she just gave her cheek a quick slap then hovered her foot so close Jacqueline could feel the vile dry air radiating off. "Now I want to see a proper smooch, filled with love a-"  Face growing a bit red from not breathing, Jacqueline gave in and thrusted her head up so savagely that Susan nearly lost her balance as the lips smacked, then squished inwards, into her meaty sole. Jacqueline twist and turned her head a bit, cringing as her mouth rubbed around but she endured, eager to not sniff any foul stenches as long as possible as Susans feet undoubtedly reeked the worst. That kiss lasted about five seconds before her head was pushed back to the ground. "Much better!"  The barefoot was replaced by the other foot and its shoe which also harassed Jacquelines face for a brief moment, only to heel slam into her nose just like the last one. Luckily that shoe slipped right off, though the large foot inside then stepped onto Jacquelines chest and squeezed a pained yelp from his as Susan used the slave as if she were apart of the floor for a single step before walking off towards the door leading to the maintenance hall that ran behind every store, cheerfully and kindly calling back over her shoulder.  "Hurry up girl, you can't just be lazy on the ground all day! I've got a smoke break to catch, and you, you've got some ashes to catch!"  To which Jacqueline responded with a groan, before remaining on the floor, specifically to crawl after Susan and her wide feet that hammered into the dirty concrete floor with every step.  A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  (there's a part 4,go read it(now))