Neither one had talked about Josh’s foot fetish since the night he tried to suck her toes. Amy would have pushed it out of her mind, were she not encountering more and more foot fetish imagery on a daily basis. Whenever she rode a train, there was a non-negligible threat that she would see some woman wearing about a hundred toe rings. Her route to work took her by a gigantic picture of toes being sucked. And lately, the celebrity news media had begun to report on a new trend sweeping the young female Hollywood set: foot fetish. Every couple weeks since the summer, a new waifish actress or singer has publicly admitted how much she loves watching her toes going into her dude’s mouth, or wrapping her feet around his cock, or whatever.
None of that mattered tonight, Amy thought. Tonight, she’d wear her costume (Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz), go to a cool party with her man, catch up with some old friends, come home, and - hopefully - get fucked. Depending on how drunk she got, she might even swallow her disgust and let Josh try sucking her toes again. She knew he’d be up for that, and maybe that would kickstart things in the intimacy department.
She and Josh arrived at the apartment Steph shared with her boyfriend Tom for the party. 30 or 40 friends they hadn’t seen in a while were due to show up, but Amy wanted to go early to see Steph, whom she hadn’t seen since the summer.
Josh rang the doorbell. Steph answered, wearing a harem girl costume. Amy noticed immediately that her friend, who was normally pretty pale, was actually pretty tan. This was doubly strange, considering the time of year. Amy also noticed that her friend was actually barefoot, had black painted toe nails, and was wearing a couple toe rings. This, too, was a departure from what she knew of her friend. “The tan and the rings must just be to go with the costume,” Amy rationalized. She didn’t want to get hung up on stupid stuff like that tonight - she wanted to talk to her friend. And so, she did.
Dozens more arrived for the party. Amy noticed that Giselle, one of her and Steph’s mutual friends, had come as a vampire. A sexy vampire, of course, given that all women’s costumes were “sexy.” A sexy vampire with a killer tan, strappy sandals, French pedicured toes, and multiple toe rings and anklets. The incongruity of the costume choice and the tan and feet really got to Amy. An hour or so after Giselle arrived, Amy confronted her.
She approached Giselle from behind. “Nice costume,” she told her old friend. Giselle was a stunning 5’6” brunette with a killer body.
“Oh my God, Amy! I’ve missed you so much! It’s been so long!”
“I know! We should really get together more often. And I want to catch up, but first I need to ask you something. Why the tan? Why the foot jewelry? It just doesn’t look like it goes with the costume at all.”
“There’s a pretty simple answer to that - I always wear sandals, I always wear toe rings and anklets, and I always keep myself tan. I’m not going to change that just to make the costume more ‘authentic’ or whatever.”
“Uh...OK. But why do you always do those things? I see more and more people doing it. It just seems really weird and kind of gross to me. I mean, have you seen that billboard on West 14th?” Amy said, referring to the billboard near her work.
“I have, and honestly, it turns me on. I have a foot fetish. To be totally real with you, I actually don’t think I can get off any more without having my toes sucked.”
“SINCE WHEN??? WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN TO YOU?!?”
Hearing a disturbance at her party, Steph waltzed over before Giselle could answer. “Oh my God - are you two talking about feet? I fucking love feet.”
Amy’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean???” she asked Steph.
“It means that foot worship is hot as hell.” She glanced upwards briefly, a satisfied grin emerging out of the corners of her mouth as she continued. “When a guy puts his mouth around my middle toe and sucks just right, I come right there. God, I love it…”
Flabbergasted, Amy stammered another question. “Steph - we talked about this a few months ago, at that cafe, remember? We talked about ‘my thing,’” not wanting to name Josh in front of Giselle, “and you agreed it was freaky! And there was some chick with tons of toe rings and we both thought she looked ridiculous! Do you remember all this???”
Steph smiled, bemusedly. She’d answered this sort of question before. “Honey, yes, that’s all true. But I’ve seen the light. You really don’t know about Enfetisha? How is that possible?”
From Amy’s look of befuddlement, Steph knew the answer to her question. “OK, Amy. Come over tomorrow afternoon and I’ll explain it to you. In the meantime, let’s party!”
Amy excused herself from Giselle and Steph and stormed off across the room to where Josh was standing and talking to an acquaintance of his. Amy interrupted and explained what had just happened. “Listen, babe - they’re adults,” he counseled her. “They get to decide what they’re into. They aren’t hurting anyone.”
Amy exploded. “I’m so goddamned sick of foot fetishes! First it’s you, now my friends! It’s so nasty and I don’t know why the hell it has to be any part of my life!”
“Well, maybe you’re being closed-minded. You ever thought about seeing if you…”
Before Josh could finish, Amy pointed her finger at his chest. “Fuck you! I had never even heard of people getting off on feet until you molested my feet a couple months ago! I’m outta here!” She shoved her boyfriend out of the way and headed through the room, for the exit. She was fixated on the doorway, but out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Giselle and Steph sitting very close together on a loveseat. Amy’s attention was elsewhere, so she couldn’t say for sure, but it appeared as though Steph was holding Giselle’s right foot in her hand and bringing it towards her. “Such a weird night…” Amy thought to herself as she left.
Amy walked the six blocks back to her apartment and locked the bedroom. Josh would have to sleep on the couch. Just to be safe, she made sure to wear socks to bed.
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