The old lady raked her glassy blue eyes down my chest and back up. The whites of her eyes had yellowed, and they were bloodshot. “What’s in it for me?”
The bartender smiled widely and shook her head, almost like she expected this.
I looked from Rose to the bartender to a grinning Amelia. “Wh-what do you want?” I asked, shuddering.
She stepped closer. “You know, sugar… It’s been a very long time since I’ve had the attention of a man.” She wagged her brows.
I wanted to gag at what she was implying. Not to mention, her smoker’s breath made my stomach heave, but I held back the urge to vomit to keep from offending her.
“I… I don’t know what you mean by that, but I’m not having sex with anyone for a ride.” I held up my hands.
The bartender threw back her head and laughed.
Rose chuckled, too. “Oh, heaven’s no. At my age, and with the way you look,” She looked me up and down again. “I’d be afraid you’d break me in half.” She leaned over to look at Crash. “You’re a very lucky lady. If I were a few years younger…” She grinned as she ran her eyes down my arms to my hands. “Boy, those sure do look like some strong hands. I bet they can work magic.”
“Oh, they can,” Crash said, sitting forward.
I glared at her.
“How about a foot massage?”
“What?” I asked, jerking my attention away from Crash.
“A foot massage,” Rose repeated. “You need a ride, and I need a foot massage. Seems like a fair trade to me.”
“A foot massage?” I repeated.
“Take one for the team,” Crash whispered in my ear.
“Sit the fuck down,” I said under my breath as I turned my head toward her so only she could hear me. It only made her laugh, and I knew she was enjoying this way too much. I guess it’s what I deserved, though. I talked her into letting some creep touch and sniff her hair. I deserved to massage some old lady’s feet.
“Alright, fine.”
“Ten minutes per foot,” Rose said, holding her index finger in the air.
“Alright, fine. Let’s do it.” I clapped my hands and then rubbed them together to amp myself up.
Rose sat two seats down from me, then she kicked off her shoes and turned to stretch her legs across the open seat between us. I turned toward her and looked down at her bare feet.
I wasn’t ever ashamed to admit when I found a woman’s feet beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t some creep who wanted a foot-shaped pocket pussy or anything, but feet are like any other feature on a woman. Some were pretty, and some were ugly. But the feet in front of me were something I would normally never, ever touch.
Only this time, I had to.
They were wide and fat. Short in length but just as wide as they were long. Her big toenail was long and discolored with patchy white and yellow spots. The tops and sides were covered in blue varicose veins, while the bottoms had a hard, thick layer of callus.
I couldn’t even watch my hands reach for them. I had to turn my attention to the bar.
“Start the clock,” I said as I picked up her first foot.
“Clock starts now,” the bartender said, looking amused and creeped out in equal measure.
Rose melted in her seat, making noises that no old lady should ever make. She was wiggling and moaning in pleasure and pain.
“You really gotta dig into those corns, sugar.” She whimpered. “Yeah, just like that. Don’t be scared. They won’t bite.”
I heard Crash chuckle from beside me, and I turned and looked at her from over my shoulder. “After this, we’re even.”
Her face was red from trying to hold back her laughter, but she nodded. “We’re even,” she agreed.
