It was her first day on the job. The job she had dreamed of since she graduated from massage school and beauty school. The massage school was her idea. If she was going to give manicures and pedicures, she wanted to be the best. But that would only come after word got out about her skill at relaxing people and New York had a lot of people who needed to relax.
Her first customer was an elderly gentleman with gray muttonchops and a scowl etched into his face. It wasn’t her turn, but all the other girls disappeared when he walked in. He followed her to her station where she knelt down to remove his shoes and socks and rolled his pant legs up. She ran the pan with soaking water. He was still scowling so she added some lavender oil to the warm water.
The water did the trick and his scowl softened. She took his feet out and dried them tenderly. The massage oil warmed in her hands as she rubbed them together. He sighed softly when she began massaging his feet. It sent a tiny tremor through her body.
She continued to rub his feet and kneaded the soles of his feet gently. Each toe received special care. He sighed again.
It was all she could do to keep from leaning over and kissing them, She longed to suck each perfect toe into her mouth.
She forced herself to hurry and finish the pedicure. He tried to give her a twenty-dollar tip, but she waved him off. “I’m new here. First pedicure is free.”
She walked outside to get some air and cool off. This wasn’t the perfect job, it was hell. How long would she be able to control her toe fetish?