I’ve just begun working as a cocktail waitress at an upscale nightclub. The clientele consists mainly of businessmen accompanied by their wives and girlfriends, and the compensation is quite generous. However, after hours of strutting in high heels, serving drinks, and engaging with guests, my feet are utterly exhausted by the end of the night. I’m not one to complain, but one evening, I confided in one of the bartenders that my feet were aching, and he offered to give me a foot rub. How could I refuse?
Initially, it was a simple, friendly foot massage. His fingertips dug into my weary soles, and it felt heavenly. I closed my eyes, allowing him to work his magic. He started with one foot, and once he was done, he asked me to remove my other shoe and bring my foot up to him. He placed my foot in his lap, and that’s when I felt it – his erection, as stiff as a rock, pressed against my foot. I opened my eyes to find him gazing directly at me. Instead of being offended, I felt a surge of desire. I smiled and said, ‘I’ll return the favor and massage your cock once you’ve finished with my other foot.’ So, we bartered a foot massage for a foot job.
