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Your hands are steady on the camera, you’ve been staring at the screen for hours. On it, the world is nothing but the shimmering curves of Jiheon’s feet. A commercial for foot lotion. Her hands slide from the soles of her feet to her arches, then up to her ankles, her smooth, porcelain skin shining with a dewy glow as her hands caress the lotion into her feet.

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” your director shouts. “Good work today, everyone.”

Usually, that’s the cue to pack up and go home, but the studio stays silent as the red recording light of your camera goes dark. You don’t pull away from the camera rig. 

Jiheon continues to lie there, her feet splayed out, supported by the white leather of the long couch. 

With every breath, you can catch the faint smell of vanilla emanating from Jiheon’s feet. You aren’t the only one entranced. Behind you, in the shadows of the rafters, clustered near the studio doors, the crew remains frozen. You don’t know how many there are. Stylists lingering in the wings, cameramen holding their breaths, assistants peeking in from the hallway. The studio lights remain on. No one takes a step toward the doors.

Jiheon finally moves, but she doesn’t get up. She shifts her weight, her oiled legs sliding against the white leather. Her eyes scan the room, her lips curling into a small smirk.

“Is there a problem?” she asks, her voice cutting through the quiet. “The man said work is over. You’re all dismissed.”

She waits, her amusement growing as nobody stirs. “So, how many of you were booked today? Seventy-four? That’ll be a new record.”

Her gaze moves through the room, from the assistants crowding the hallway to the stylists still holding brushes, then finally lands on you. Her smile deepens.

“You,” she points a finger at you. “Come here.”

Your mouth goes dry. “M-me?”

Your legs carry you to the center of the room where Jiheon sits. She tilts her head at you, her feet still resting on the white leather. Your eyes follow as she flexes her foot, curling her toes. 

“Well, aren’t you lucky?” she says, as she flashes that toothy grin at you. “Out of seventy-four, you get to be the first.” She moves to sit up, the light reflecting off of the arch of her foot as she shifts. “There’s still seventy-three more after you. So don’t waste my time, dear.”

Someone behind you exhales. Seventy-three pairs of eyes staring at this scene, looking at the back of your neck with gazes of longing and desire. Jealousy too, probably. You know you’d be jealous.

You stand there, frozen.

“I saw how you were looking at me through the camera. Now the real thing is in front of you, and you’re just standing there?”

She lifts one foot off of the couch and presses her sole against your chest.

“Come on, down.”

The sole of her foot is warm and slightly slick against your chest. You kneel as Jiheon watches, lowering your face to her foot.

“Good,” she says, curling her toes against your collarbone. “Now, show me what you wanted to do while you were watching earlier.”

You take her foot in your hands and just admire. Her skin is smooth, her toes painted a white that only makes her gorgeous feet look even better. You lean in. The smell of vanilla assaults your head, but you don’t stop. Her sole is soft and warm against your tongue, the faint taste of lotion mixed with the salt of her skin. You drag your tongue slowly up her arch, leaving wet kisses along her sole, against the ball of her foot. Jiheon lets out a quiet hum, and you can feel her toes flex against your face. 

“You’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you?” she says. “You’re my warmup. You’re the only one who gets to take their time like this.”

You answer by closing your mouth around her big toe, sucking slowly. 

Her breath catches and the sound that escapes her sends a shock through your body that lingers in your pants.

“Wow.” She lets out a deep breath. “You needed this, hm?”

You can only nod and let out a weak moan as you suck harder and deeper, feeling Jiheon’s toes stiffen against your tongue. 

She shifts on the couch, pulling her foot out of your mouth. She brings her foot from your mouth to your pants, pressing against your hardness. 

“You’re already this hard from my feet?” She drags the ball of her foot against you, tracing your length through your pants. “Hah… I can have some fun with this.”

She presses harder, then hooks her toes around your waistband, tugging. “Off.”

Your hands tremble as you obey. The second your cock springs free, Jiheon’s foot is already on it. Her foot is warm and slick as it glides up your length from base to tip.

“You’re so pathetic for me. All it takes is my foot on your cock and you’re already leaking all over it.”

She hangs her other foot over you, hovering over your shaft. “You want this one too? You want me to stroke your cock with both my feet?”

“Y— yes—” 

“That’s too bad,” she says as she brings the second foot to your lips, invading your mouth. “You’ll have to work for it.”

“Mi— miss—”, you eke out, muffled.

“Miss? I quite like that. Call me that again.”

You try to do as she says, but what comes out of you is incomprehensible as she interrupts you by shoving her foot deeper into your mouth. 

It’s too much for you. You’re shaking and groaning as her toes flex against your tongue, as her other foot, smooth with the lingering slick of the lotion strokes your cock slowly.

Jiheon laughs. “What was that? Try again, dear.”

You try pulling away, and she responds by pushing deeper into your mouth. You only let out a muffled attempt around her toe, but she rewards you by speeding up the foot on your cock.

“Keep going. Miss likes it when you try so hard.”

You force another muffled ‘miss’ around her toe, and her eyes narrow with satisfaction.

“Good enough,” she says. “Since you asked so nicely.”

She pulls the foot out of your mouth, a thin string of saliva following.

Suddenly, both of her feet are on you, and your length is trapped between her warm, wet soles.

“Both of my feet, just like you wanted. Right, dear?”

Your breath is heavy as your eyes dart between her face and her feet on your cock. “Yes, miss.”

She grins, and she starts stroking you. It’s impossibly smooth; every slide between her feet is made effortless with the slick of the mix of lotion and your saliva.

Your eyes never leave her feet as they glide up and down, and you can’t help but thrust up, chasing the pleasure.

It’s too good. It’s far too good. Your knuckles are white. Every glide of her feet has your vision blurring at the edges, and what started as a twitch between your legs has turned into a shaking of your entire body.