My First Job
      Submitted on 04/24/05


This happened the summer after my experience in "the first time my feet were 
worshipped." I had decided to get a job that summer and had applied at a 
shop that sold surf boards and other beach accessories. The store was 
therefore theme as a beach store. I went in and ended up having the 
interview the day that I applied for the job. The guy who interviewed me was 
a man of about 24, 5'11, rather well built, and brown hair. As he 
interviewed me he kept on stuttering and looking at the ground, I noticed 
that he was also sweating a great deal as well. He explained to me that 
working there would mean that I would have to go with the theme and wear a 
bikini and always go barefoot. I told him that it was no problem and was 
already fully aware of what I guess you could call the dress code for the 
store. He told me that I was hired and wanted to know when I could start 
working, I told him that I could start tomorrow. So therefore it became that 
I got the job that summer. Work was normal for the first few weeks the only 
thing that I ever noticed was that the only people who seemed to work there 
were all girls. I didn't mind that too much because of that dress code I 
could constantly see these beautifully tanned feet of the girls. I would 
often start just staring at one of these girls feet and day dream of what 
they must smell and taste like and about how dirty these girls soles were 
after walking barefoot all of the day during work. This day dreaming got me 
in constant trouble until one day I was called into the office Mr. Rick 
Prose, the owner, and the man who had hired me. I walked into his office 
where I went and sat in a chair a little off to the corner. I cleared my 
throat and said "you wanted to see me?" He looked up from his work and said 
"oh yes, Susan, It's been brought to my attention that you'd been shall we 
say day dreaming during work. Is this correct?" "Well, I guess you could say 
so sir but it doesn't happen that often usually only when there's no 
costumers" I said as I crossed my legs and allowed my size 8 very tanned 
foot to dangle in the air. I saw him look away for a second and wipe his 
head with hand, he then looked back to his desk and refused to look back at 
me while he continued to talk. "Regardless of when it takes place I..." He 
stuttered and trailed off as he tried to look face to face with me, he 
looked away again mumbling something under his breath and continued. "I 
can't allow that to happen and there ... therefore" I really started to seem 
him seem to get nervous as he looked in my direction, though he didn't look 
at me. It was then that to my shock that I realized that he wasn't even 
looking at my legs he was looking at my feet, a wicked thought then came to 
mind. As far as I could tell he was planning on firing me but he seemed to 
really like my feet so maybe I could get him to reconsider by letting him at 
my sexy feet. It was just then that his mouth open to speak and say the 
finally that I was fired but I quickly brought up my feet together and 
started to rub them one over the other. His mouth just opened then closed 
but then opened again and stayed open for a while before he closed it again. 
I continued to rub my feet over one another for a minute or so before I said 
"Well Mr. Prose the reason I tend to let my mind wander because when there's 
no costumers I get bored. Then I'm also standing on my feet all day and they 
hurt so much and unless I'm moving helping a costumer they just bother me 
sooo much. He then still trying to compose himself said "Well ... you just 
have to get a person after work to rub them for you. Thinking about your 
feet or anything else unrelated to work while working is just something not 
to do." I then tried to put on a sort of puppy dog face while trying to 
sound sexy I said "Mr. Prose do you think you could give me a foot rub? 
Because I don't have anyone else to rub them for me." By this time I could 
see he was putty in my hands so I then moved my seat until it was next to 
his, I then raised my right foot and put it directly on the obvious hard on 
he had and then said "please?" He then just mumbled something of which I 
believed to have been a yes because he then took my soft tanned foot into his 
hands and started to rub his thumbs over the arch of my foot. Once my right 
foot was in his hands I put my left foot up into his lap wrapped my toes 
around the bulge in his pants. He made an obvious ploy to get my foot off 
his lap by then grabbing my left foot and rubbing it but I then put my right 
foot right back to where the left had been. As I continued to do that I 
noticed how much dirt was coming off of my foot onto his black pants, I then 
said "My feet are so dirty too." He just mumbled something I then brought my 
right foot up long his body running it up from his cock, to his stomach, up 
and over his chest, and then sliding it up his neck until my foot was 
directly upon his face. He tried to say something but I just shhed him, I 
then said "Rick be a dear and stick your tongue out." Which he did 
obediently I took my left foot and I started to running the sole of it all 
over his tongue getting off all the dirt I had gotten on my feet off. I 
wiped my foot on that tongue until the my sole were sparkling with saliva, I 
then took my left foot out of his hands and placed my right foot into his 
hands and told him to continue. I then took my left foot and started to run 
my sole up and down his tongue again. Once the sole of my left foot was 
clean I stuck my big toe into his mouth which he sucked on and sucked on. I 
then pulled my toe out of his mouth, took other foot out of his hands, stood 
up and walked over to the door. " Rick I'm glad we had this talk I'll see 
you later" I said as I opened up the door and walked out. Rick tried to fire 
me many times after that during the summer but I always did the same thing 
until finally he just gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoyed more stories to come.
From Your Fellow Foot Fetsiter Susan