Prepared to Seduce

Toby can’t take his eyes off Lulu Love’s feet, and she knows it. So she spends a good half hour every evening before their hookups making sure those feet look like trouble. She scrubs them pink, works lotion in with long, slow rubs, then picks out the glossiest polish she owns and paints each nail until it shines like trouble itself. By the time she slips them into strappy heels, they’re warm, soft, and smelling faintly of vanilla. That’s the view she gives Toby the second the door clicks shut, a bare foot sliding across his thigh like a dirty promise before he even says hello. She curls her toes against his crotch, watches his pupils snap wide, then pulls back just enough to keep him leaning in. The game lasts maybe sixty seconds before he’s down on his knees between her legs, sniffing, kissing, sucking like worship costs extra. Lulu leans back, lazy grin on her face, sipping wine while his tongue slides between her toes and she drags the other heel along the ridge of his zipper. And when her foot gets tired she switches, plants the sticky sole square on his nose, and tells him he’s allowed to come only after he’s licked every last inch clean. He always does. Twice.