Kevin felt his heart rate increase. There it was- that look in her eyes. The one Chrissy was trying to draw. A twinkle of something mischievous that was hungry to dominate. "Yeah... I heard-" his voice cracked, so he coughed. "I heard about that too."
"And I'm pretty sore from yoga this morning. So, instead of an hourly rate, how about you give me a massage and I'll tell you what to do. Deal?"
Kevin couldn't help but be excited. A massage? Would she get down to her underwear? He tried to play it cool. "Yeah, deal. So... where are you sore?"
She put on an obvious act of looking thoughtful. "Well, this new yoga instructor... he had us holding all these positions in deep squats..."
Oh my god, thought Kevin, is she going to ask him to massage her legs?
"I mean really, really deep stuff, you could really feel it in your glutes..."
Oh my god, thought Kevin, not believing his luck, is she going to ask him to massage her butt?!
"So, in short, I'd say... yeah... my feet." She took a sip of tea, watching his reaction.
This woman... is... evil, thought Kevin, obvious disappointment flashing across his face.
"Something wrong?" asked Beth with a hint of innocence.
"No, no of course not. Why don't you come sit on the couch next to me? You can put your feet in my lap."
Beth feigned as if she was thoughtful. "No... no, I don't think so."
"No? I thought..."
"Yeah, I want a massage. But I'm quite comfortable where I am. So."
There was a pause here as Kevin realized what she meant.
"You want me to... kneel on the floor?" His cock twitched in his jeans as he said it out loud. "Kneel in front of you... on the floor... and massage your feet?"
"Oh, do you want to? That's an idea. Are you sure?" she said with false sweetness, pretending as if it was his idea all along.
Kevin felt his throat get dry. "Yes, I'm... happy to."
"Are you happy to? Or do you want to?"
"I... want to." he said with a surprising amount of genuineness. His cock was growing in his jeans.
"You really, really want to?" she asked, analyzing him. Or at least pretending to.
"Yes," he said confidently.
"Okay, well, I don't know. It seems a little weird, you kneeling in front of me. Kind of a strange idea of yours. Maybe if you begged me?"
"Begged...?"
"Yeah, kneeling in front of your roommate and giving her a foot massage? A roommate who lives with you and your girlfriend? I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with that unless you really begged me. If I knew you really, really wanted it. Do you? If you do, just a little begging would help me out. Here, I'll help. Say, 'Beth, please let me kneel in front of you and massage your feet.'"
Kevin swallowed. "Beth, please let me kneel in front of you and massage your feet."
She gave him a very false smile. "And? Go on."
"And- and- what do you want me to say?"
She dropped the false sweetness for a moment and her emotionless voice was back. "I told you before. Tell me the truth."
"Okay..."
"Good boy," she said with the faintest hint of a smile. "Go on."
"I want... I want to kneel in front of you and massage your feet. Please, Beth. Even if it's just your feet... I want to make you feel good."
"Wow!" she said, the obviously false sweetness back in her voice. "Okay, if you want to do it badly, then, sure, go ahead. I'll do this for you. Go ahead and kneel."
Kevin slipped off the couch, slowly kneeling in front of her. Her smell enveloped him again from this close.
Beth always looked beautiful, but from this position below her, she looked especially powerful. She looked down, her face almost bored, as she presented a foot. He gently grabbed it, and began massaging.
She closed her eyes, relaxing. "Mmm. You're good at that."
"Thank you."
He was getting harder, his cock tenting in his jeans. He couldn't help it. The way she made him beg and so easily convinced him to kneel. She felt like an empress, so at ease with him massaging her feet below him.
"What's that?" she said. Kevin looked up to check, but he already knew: she was looking at the tent in his pants.
"I'm sorry..." He had no idea why he was apologizing.
"Are you hard?"
"Yes."
She took her other foot and pressed it against his cock. "Wow, you are! That's as big as it gets?"
His breathing sped up, loving the humiliation. He nodded.
"Are you into feet or something?"
"No."
"Then why is your little cock so hard?"
Kevin didn't have an answer.
Beth laughed- not a genuine laugh, but an acted one. "You know, it's funny. I'm thinking about Chrissy and Mark's massage. I bet it looked pretty different from this one, huh? Chrissy grinding on top of him. Mark didn't have to work very hard to get her to get her to straddle him. Did she tell you how long they were going at it? Those two were practically fucking by the end of it. Mark said she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life, just grinding his cock, when you interrupted them."
Kevin blinked, surprised by the implication. "She... she stopped it before I got home."
Beth looked confused. "Oh? That's not what I heard. I heard he had to push her off when he heard you coming up the stairs."
Kevin's emotions swirled- he felt intense jealousy towards Mark, who might have been the one in control. But also complete and total arousal at the thought. He moaned, humping gently into Beth's foot.
"If they would have had five more minutes... well. Who knows what would have happened. One thing's for sure- we practically had to throw out his pants. They were soaked! But look at us: I couldn't be less wet, and you're kneeling before me, practically fucking my foot just to get a taste of what they had. Quite a different sight, don't you think?"
Kevin squirmed, loving the humiliation.
"Man," she said, shaking her head. "I knew you were a total bottom when I met you. But when Chrissy told me you were into this humiliation stuff... I had no idea."
Kevin turned red. "What... what did she tell you?"
She laughed, and gently rubbed her foot up and down his shaft. "Oh, Kevin. Everything." Her phone sounded with an alert. She checked it and sighed. "I need to jump on a call." She removed her foot from his crotch, standing up.
Kevin pathetically dry humped at nothing a few more times, humiliated that he wouldn't even be getting off from this insane situation.
She took a few steps towards the door, before looking at Kevin quizzically. "What are you doing?"
Kevin still kneeled on the floor in front of the empty chair. He looked at her blankly. "Um..."
"We're not done, are we?"
"I thought you had a call..."
"Does me being on a call stop you from being able to touch my feet or something?" she asked, as if he were an idiot.
He blinked at her. "You want me to come into your room?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I'm allowing you to, after you begged me so nicely. So far this massage hasn't done anything for me. But I'll let you come if you want."
He nodded, stood up, and followed her into the room.
Kevin had rarely been in Mark and Beth's room, but it was much less chaotic than his and Chrissy's room. Everything had its place, the bed perfectly made. It was the sort of room you'd see staged for an open house.
Beth sat at the desk across from the bed.
She looked at him blankly. "Well?" she questioned.
"What... what do you want me to..."
"I've got a call, so..." she gestured under the desk.
Kevin got even harder and melted a bit at this idea. She wanted him under the desk?
"Where else would you go? Can't have you on my webcam, obviously." Her face suddenly softened as she spoke. "I'll tell you what- if you ask real nicely, though, I can sweeten the deal a little bit. If you ask really nicely, I'll let us both take off our pants while you're down there. That way you're comfortable, and you have something nice to look at." She cocked her head. "Would you like that? Hmm? Would you like to be under my desk and see my long legs while you rub my feet?" Her voice, smooth as silk, was washing over him. "Maybe you can even rub my legs, too. Would you like that? And the whole time, you can see me in my panties. I've been being a little mean to you, which I know you like, but now I want to treat you right. You're my good boy, after all. All you have to do is ask. Ask me real nicely, and we can both take off these pants."
Kevin wouldn't have been able to resist even if there was a gun to his head. "Please, Beth, please... please take off your pants while I'm under there."
"Good answer." She stood up and stripped, as Kevin undid his belt and did the same. He caught a glimpse of that perfect ass again as she peeled off the tight pants. Her panties were lace again, but this time, blue.
Without his jeans covering him, the tent his hard cock made in his boxer briefs was even more obvious. She smiled at it. "Well? Get in."
Humiliated, he crawled under the desk. She sat back in her desk chair and slid in. Once she did that, it was... uncomfortably tight, which only turned Kevin on more.
But the best thing of all was the view before him. Mere inches away were both of her long legs, both of which lead up to those thick thighs and finally ending at those dark blue lace panties.
Though he couldn't see her spectacular heart shaped ass from this position, he found himself loving it even more than when she bent over for him.
It was so close. So, so close. Her smell was so, so good.