Paying the Rent


Sharon looked down from her third floor apartment
window at the rental office across the parking
lot. "Not again," she thought to herself. She was
going to have to go down to see the rental manager
about why she wouldn't be on time with her rent
payment for the fourth time in a row.

Ever since the processing plant she worked at shut
down, it had been a struggle with two part time
jobs to keep her and her 18-year-old daughter,
Lisa, heads above water. Now, to make matters
worse, just when the plant shut down, a new rental
manager had replaced the old one that she knew and
was friendly with.

This new manager had made Sharon feel as though
she were some kind of freeloader, or squatter.
Even though Sharon was able to beat the filing of
eviction papers each time, the new manager made
sure she was as uncomfortable as possible. The
managers name was Tracy, a slender blonde
25-year-old who seemed to have left her
compassionate side in the cradle. Sharon had a
strange feeling the first time she ever laid eyes
on Tracy, in her tight black jeans and red high
heels, that she wasn't going to like her. Sharon
looked one more time at her checkbook and
financial budget sheet, said a quick prayer, and
went downstairs to talk with Tracy.

"I don't give a damn about WHY you can't pay your
rent Mr. Hillard, just see that you DO by the date
we discussed, got it?"

Tracy lifted her eyes to the shadow in the doorway
just as she slammed the phone's receiver back in
its cradle. It was Sharon Hack paying her a visit,
obviously, to give Tracy one more reason to have
her evicted along with Mr. Hillard.

"Well... Sharon. How are you doing?" Tracy asked
with an obvious sarcastic lilt.

Sharon looked into Tracy's steel blue eyes, and
for a second, couldn't find her voice after what
she'd heard Tracy tell Mr. Hillard on the phone.

"Well.... I uhhhh, I'm ok I guess," was all she
could think of to say.

Tracy leaned back in her seat, and motioned Sharon
to come in.

"Shut the door behind you please Sharon, so we can
have a little privacy."

Sharon stepped into the little office and shut the
door behind her.

"What can I do for you.... this time?" Tracy asked
with a smirk.

Sharon stood before the attractive blonde and felt
as if she were back in elementary school in the
principal's office.

"Tracy.... we're still having a hard time getting
back on our feet, and I was letting you know I'd
be late with the rent again, but I would have it
to you by the 20th, the same as last month."

Sharon could only stare down at her tennis shoes
waiting for Tracy to let loose with her usual
torrent of insulting comments about "coddling"
tenants and people who wouldn't carry their weight
in the world.

Instead, Tracy said nothing, just continued
staring at Sharon in what almost seemed amusement.

"Sharon, Sharon, Sharon...." Tracy said.

Sharon looked up to see Tracy actually smiling at
her.

"How old are you Sharon? 40? 41?"

Sharon felt her face blush a little. "Actually,
ummm, 43."

Tracy giggled slightly at that.

"Wow.....43 huh? And to be honest you're a very
pretty forty-three-year-old. You got nice red
hair, still got a nice figure, for a
forty-three-year-old that is. Why don't you just
go out, find you a man, flash a little skirt at
him, and let him help you out? I mean, plenty of
women out here do that you know."

Sharon was just about to say she'd heard just
about enough, when Tracy, sensing it, raised her
hand to silence her.

"I know. None of my business. But, you being on
time with the rent IS my business isn't it?"
Sharon nodded glumly. "And I'll bet you really
stress out about beating the eviction filing
deadline don't you?" Sharon again nodded her head.
"Well Sharon dear, what if I told you that you
didn't have to worry about it? That I think we
could work out our own private arrangement? That
is, if you wanted to be here next month."

Sharon looked hopefully into Tracy's eyes, but
couldn't read anything in them.

"Well.... I think I might like that, but what
'arrangement' are you talking about?"

Tracy leaned further back into the chair, and
propped her feet up on the corner of her desk. She
had on a pair of black, high heeled pumps, which
to Sharon, seemed to have a pair of miniature
silver handcuffs on the back of the heel.

"Sharon, before I tell you what I have in mind, I
want to step it up just a notch. If you refuse to
go along with my plan, then not only will I file
eviction papers as usual, but I will also make a
request to the property owner that you be evicted
because it IS your fourth time in a row being late
- whether or not you're able to come up with the
money. It IS in your lease agreement."

Sharon was afraid that would come up; she staid
awake all night worrying if her talking to Tracy
was even going to matter based on that rule, which
WAS at the discretion of the manager. Sharon
couldn't think of anything this woman could come
up with that Sharon would find so disagreeable
that she would allow herself and Lisa to be
evicted.

"Ok. You have a deal. What do you want me to do?
Work maintenance? Sweep the parking lot? Baby-sit?
What?"

Tracy got up from her seat and walked to the
office door, and to Sharon's astonishment, locked
it. Tracy walked back around her desk and sat in
the chair, again crossing her feet on the corner
of the desk.

"No Sharon, no maintenance, sweeping, or
babysitting." Tracy smiled widely this time, and
glanced down at her feet. "I want you to be my
foot slave. I want you to worship my feet, with
your hands, your lips, your tongue, anything, at
anytime I want you to." Sharon's jaw had grown
slack upon hearing this, her mind slipping into
outrage at this woman's insane suggestion. Tracy
smiled at the shocked look on Sharon's face.
"Or.... pack your bags Sharon. It's your call. You
DO have your daughter to think about I know. Damn,
and it's prom month too, be a real shame if you
ended up going to another school district, and
having Lisa start all over. She MUST be getting
tired of that."

Sharon stared deadpan into Tracy's malicious eyes.

"Fine," she said stoically. "Whatever you want."

Sharon turned quickly so Tracy wouldn't see the
tears forming in her eyes and began to leave. She
reached for the doorknob and tried to open it
before she remembered Tracy had locked it. As she
fumbled with it, and became frustrated that the
lock wouldn't cooperate, Tracy's hand came over
her shoulder and held the door shut.

"Sharon.... I want your first payment to begin
NOW."

Sharon dropped her hand and turned to her blonde
captor. Tracy reached out and wiped a tear from
Sharon's cheek, "Oh come on girl, it IS better
than getting kicked out isn't it? Besides, you
might get to like it, you never know."

Sharon glared into Tracy's eyes, "I doubt it."

She seethed. Tracy smiled wider at her, and placed
a hand on Sharon's shoulder. The smile
disappeared.

"Get down on your knees Sharon," Tracy ordered.

Sharon slowly sank to her knees before her
landlord, a hateful gleam in her eyes. Tracy
smiled down at her, then abruptly turned and went
back to her seat behind the desk, leaving Sharon
in the middle of the floor on her knees.

"Come over here Sharon," Tracy ordered.

Sharon began to rise, but was stopped. "No Sharon,
just crawl over here. That would be fine I think."

Sharon leaned forward onto all fours, and slowly
crawled over to Tracy's desk. Tracy laughed aloud.
"Oh my goodness, but that's wonderful!"

Sharon reached the edge of Tracy's desk, and sat
back on her feet awaiting her orders. When Tracy's
laughing fit passed, she looked into her new
slave's face and said, "Take off my shoes now."

Sharon reached out her hands to remove Tracy's
pumps when Tracy moved them away. "Not like
that... use your teeth."

Sharon swallowed a retort as the warning look from
Tracy promised eviction if she didn't comply.
Sharon leaned towards Tracy's feet, and slowly,
using her front teeth, grabbed the point of
Tracy's heel, and slowly pulled it off Tracy's
black hosed foot. She released the shoe, where it
landed in her lap.

"Now the other one," Tracy commanded.

Again, Sharon leaned forward, and removed Tracy's
high heel with her teeth. She dropped it from her
mouth, where it joined its partner in her lap, she
pushed them onto the floor, and sat staring at the
black hosed soles of Tracy's feet before her.
Tracy scooted her chair closer towards Sharon,
then leaned back in it.

"Now, give me a foot massage," Tracy sighed.

Sharon took Tracy's right foot into her hands and
began to rub it.

"Harder dammit! Don't make me have to instruct you
every step of the way!"

Sharon began rubbing harder, digging a thumb into
the blonde's sole, giving her what she herself
might call a good foot rub. Sharon noted with
disgust that as she rubbed the foot, Tracy's left
foot was sliding up and down Sharon's jean-clad
thighs. As she heard a low sigh come from Tracy,
she new she was doing it right. Tracy leaned back
in her seat, and laced her hands behind her neck.
She gave Sharon an appraising glance.

"Very nice so far Sharon."

Then, as Sharon continued rubbing her right foot,
Tracy slowly lifted her left foot up to Sharon's
face. Sharon tried to turn away, and was strongly
rebuked.

"Don't even think about moving away Tracy, unless
you really want to MOVE away."

Sharon sat still and continued to rub Tracy's
foot. Sharon closed her eyes as Tracy's left foot
slowly and softly began sliding up her legs again,
passing over her crotch to her stomach, and
continuing higher where it slid so smoothly over
Sharon's breasts, even SHE had to catch her
breath. As Sharon kneaded Tracy's soles, the
blonde woman began rubbing her other foot across
Sharon's throat, up along her cheek to her
forehead, then back down across the other cheek.

Sharon felt Tracy's foot slide across her lips to
her nose. Sharon tried not to smell it, but Tracy
wouldn't move it until she knew Sharon had a
whiff. Sharon couldn't hold her breath anymore,
and sucked in a mouthful of air, much to Tracy's
amusement. The smell of Tracy's foot wasn't as bad
as she was thinking it would be however, so she
resumed breathing normally. Tracy watched as
Sharon allowed her to rub her foot all over her
face, mouth and nose. Then, Tracy removed her foot
from Sharon's grasp, and suddenly stood.

Sharon watched in horror as Tracy reached under
her skirt and pulled her hose off one leg at a
time.

"Wait a second...." Sharon began.

"Oh don't worry Sharon, you aren't going to be
doing anything under here. Not yet anyway," she
added with a laugh.

"Not EVER!" Sharon said with defiance.

Tracy just looked at her with a smile and pointed
at her now bare feet. "Now you can start kissing
my toes Sharon. And don't get too bossy."

Sharon took Tracy's bare left foot into her hands
and lifted it up to her mouth. She looked into
Tracy's eyes just as her mouth made contact with
her big toe, and didn't like the excited gleam she
saw in them. Sharon kissed the tip of Tracy's red
polished big toe. And began moving down the line
to her little toe, just slight, soft kisses,
hoping that would suffice.

"Sharon...." Tracy said. "Have you ever sucked a
cock before?"

Sharon looked in amazement at her tormentor, did
this woman know no bounds?

"Yes dammit, I have," she replied.

"Good..." Tracy said. "Just pretend that's what my
toes are. Because now I want you sucking them like
you've never sucked anything so sweet in your
life."

Sharon simply stared at Tracy for a moment, then
looked at her toes in dismay.

"I said SUCK them damn you!" Tracy reached out and
grabbed the back of Sharon's head and held it as
she jammed the toes of her right foot into
Sharon's mouth. Sharon squealed out in pain as
Tracy got a handful of her red hair in each hand
on either side of her head, and while pulling her
face forward by her hair, also began pushing with
her foot so that after a few seconds of struggling
with her, all five of Tracy's toes were jammed
into her mouth.

"Now suck them!" Tracy hissed.

Sharon dropped her hands limply in her lap as she
allowed her mouth to be raped by Tracy's foot. All
she could do was add a little suction and saliva
as this woman forced her to practically
deep-throat her toes. As Sharon complied with her
wishes, Tracy began to relax her grip on Sharon's
hair, and allowed the older woman to suck her toes
on her own. At this point, Tracy really didn't
expect this to ever happen again, and really
didn't expect to have this job when the session
with Sharon was over, fully expecting the woman to
either call the police, or at the very least,
complain to her bosses. But to hell with it, she
thought to herself, she had only dreamed of
something like this happening, and she was going
to damn well enjoy it. Tracy continued watching
the redhead worshipping her feet, though now she
noted with pleasure that Sharon was now licking
the soles of her feet without even being told too.

"Well damn...." Tracy thought to herself, "Have I
REALLY made myself my own little foot slave?"

She watched as Sharon would slide her tongue in
between her toes, then plunge her mouth down onto
one, and suck it in and out of her mouth. Sharon
now had both of Tracy's feet in her hands and was
viciously working the toes on each foot over with
her mouth and tongue, occasionally sliding her
tongue across Tracy's soles, even gnawing on her
heel with her teeth which Tracy seemed to enjoy.
She was determined now that if she was going to do
this, she'd do it right, and MAKE herself valuable
to this woman so she would never fall under her
disapproving gaze again. Sharon was shocked all of
a sudden when she realized that she was slightly
excited now by what she was being forced to do.
While she knew that her sexual side preferred
submissiveness, she never expected it to react so
to another woman. Especially one she had so many
ill feelings for. Just as Sharon began sucking on
the sole of Tracy's left foot, just under her
toes, both women froze when they heard the front
door of the office open. The office was now
closed, but Tracy had forgotten to lock the door.

"Quick, lay down behind the desk!" Tracy whispered
to Sharon. Sharon lay on her back on the floor
underneath Tracy's chair as Tracy sat up in the
seat to greet whoever had walked in. As Tracy
waited for the visitor to appear at the doorway,
she felt Sharon's hands on her legs under the
table. In surprise, she realized Sharon was
rubbing them and licking her calves as she lay
hidden behind the desk. But the face that appeared
at the door surprised her even more.

"Hello Tracy, have you seen my mom?" cute little
redhead Lisa Hack asked as she leaned around the
corner.

Sharon almost screamed when she heard her
Daughter's voice at the doorway, but Tracy placed
both of her bare feet down onto Sharon's chest and
pinned her to the floor to keep her from moving.

"Ummmm, no Lisa I haven't seen her. Why?" Tracy
asked nervously.

"Well, I just got home from soccer practice, and
there was a note from mom on the table saying she
might be over here talking to you."

Tracy was tongue-tied for a moment before
responding. Probably due to the fact that Lisa
Hack's mother had just lifted her foot and resumed
sucking on her toes while Tracy conversed with her
young daughter.

"Oh my God..." Sharon thought to herself. I cannot
believe what this bitch has DONE to me." Just as
Sharon began to calm down from Lisa's sudden
arrival, she suddenly found herself even MORE
excited that she was before.

"God, I must need a shrink," she thought again
with a little laugh.

Tracy just stammered for a second as Sharon's
mouth was pleasuring her feet under the desk.

"Well yanno, she WAS in here earlier, maybe she
went to the store?"

Lisa smiled at her and Tracy wondered if she
looked as nervous as she felt.

"Maybe she did. Hey, thanks Tracy. See you later."

Lisa waved goodbye and when Tracy heard the front
door shut again, leaned back in her chair and
breathed a huge sigh of relief. And then she
wondered what might have been if she had revealed
Lisa's mom to her. So Tracy settled back into her
chair and allowed this subservient woman to
continue sucking her toes while she contemplated
the possibilities.

The End.