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The waiting room is quiet until I catch you staring. Your eyes can’t seem to leave my feet, sliding out of my heels and teasing you with every little flex and dangle. At first, I playfully call you out for being so obvious, but instead of stopping you, I lean into it. I tell you to stroke while I tease you with my arches and wiggle my toes, knowing how desperate you are. With nobody else around, I invite you to come closer, right at my feet, and let your mouth do what your eyes have been begging for… lick, kiss, and worship my soles until you’re about to explode. I whisper for you to finish right on my feet before anyone else comes walking in. Once you’ve made your mess, I slide my heels back on, smirking as if nothing happened. I casually go back to reading my magazine, suggesting maybe we’ll exchange info later.