Monica, Liz, Beth, and Michelle were all sitting around the lunch table at the advertising agency where they worked. These ladies did clerical work for this small company. The building handyman, Troy, was sitting nearby. The ladies were arguing about the local football game that was coming up over the weekend. This game was between the two colleges in the town. Monica and Liz went to one and Beth and Michelle went to the other. All the ladies were in their late 20s and early 30s.
Monica stated, "you guys are so going to lose tomorrow."
"Don't be so sure," replied Michelle.
The debate continued and the ladies exchanged stats and history that probably wasn't true. Beth chimed in, "Your football team is the laughing stock of this city."
Troy couldn't help overhear all this and when he heard "laughing stock" his ears perked up even more. He had a fetish for feet and tickling and he was starting to pay attention as these beautiful women talked.
"Let's make a bet!" suggested Liz.
"Yeah," agreed Monica, "Whoever loses has to wear the other teams colors to work on Monday."
"You're on," shouted Michelle, "see you in blue on Monday."
"More like red for you and Beth," replied Monica. Liz nod her head in agreement.
Troy couldn't help but overhear this and thought about the old double pair of stocks in the basement. They were for a photo shoot for the advertising company several years ago. He suddenly got an idea and walked over to the ladies. "Ladies I couldn't help hear you guys talking about the big game. You know I have a set of stocks in the basement and they could be used for this. Say the losers have to sit together locked in them during the lunch hour. I could bring them up to the lobby. That would be more humiliating then just wearing the other teams color."
The ladies listened and didn't know what to think. "I don't know," said Monica, "that might be a little overboard."
"Is that you admitting you might lose?" questioned Michelle.
"Hell no," shouted Liz. "We'll see you locked up in red on Monday."
"More like you guys locked up in blue," taunted Beth. The bet was made and Troy agreed to get the stocks up in the lobby by lunch on Monday.
Troy immediately went down to the basement and got the stocks ready. He fitted the ankle and wrist holes with foam as he wanted it to be a true tight fit and not look fake. Of course, he also had other plans in mind once the losers, whomever they may be, were secured inside them.
The game was played the next day and it was close. However, Beth and Michelle were the losers and they would have to wear red and sit in the stocks. Beth and Michelle called each other and agreed that they did lose and would be good sports and go along with the "humiliation."
Michelle wore a red button-down long sleeve blouse, a pair of black dress pants. On her feet a pair of closed-toe black loafer mules. She rarely wore nylons and today was no exception. Her feet were bare inside her footwear.
Beth wore a red polo shirt and tan khakis. On her feet were a brown heeled loafers. Unlike Michelle, her feet were encased in sheer tan nylons inside her shoes.
"Hey losers, you look good in red!" taunted Monica and Liz as Beth and Michelle walked in Monday morning. "Can't wait until lunch."
Troy couldn't wait until lunch either. He had seen Michelle and Beth and noticed their lack of socks. The rest of the morning went normal as there was work to be done. As not to take up too much space in the lobby Troy brought up the stocks just before lunch and people did become curious.
The ladies walked down to the lobby at lunchtime together. Monica had created a loser sign that she placed next to the stocks.
"Get in losers," ordered Liz. Michelle sat down and Beth sat down to her left. Troy locked the ankles in first and then each of the ladies hands in the upper stock piece.
"These are tight," Michelle noticed as she tried to pull out her hands and feet. Beth agreed they were tight.
The ladies sat there for a few minutes and actually it got boring and the crowd started to disperse. Troy made his move and whispered something to Liz and Monica who immediately smiled.
"You know ladies this is getting boring. You don't look humiliated enough," said Monica as Michelle and Beth disagreed.
"Yes, and you didn't go too far in dressing in red. Big deal, red shirts. I am not impressed" Liz stated.
With that Liz walked over to Michelle and stood at the foot of the stocks. She reached for Michelle's feet. With that Michelle scrunched her toes in her shoes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Well," replied Liz. "Let's see if at least your toenails are red. There is no black in our teams colors." With that, Liz pulled hard on the heels of Michelle's mules and it did not take long for her bare feet to be exposed. Michelle wiggled her toes as the air hit her soles. She was slightly embarrassed as people started to gather again and she just had her feet on display with no way to hide them.
"Wow," noticed Liz. "That's more like it, red toes!"
"What about you Beth," said Monica. "You could have made more of an effort to dress in red. At least red socks with those loafers."
"I don't have red socks. Please don't take my shoes off." pleaded Beth as Monica approached the stocks and Beth's feet.
"Well Beth, I'm sorry, but let's see if your toes are painted red too." said Monica as she reached for Beth's shoes and noted. "Oh, you have hose on, that's OK I bet we can still see your toes." Beth struggled to not lose her footwear. Admittedly it took Monica a little longer to relieve Beth of her shoes but it was accomplished and indeed her toes were painted red.
"Red tootsies, I love it girls." taunted Monica. Beth and Michelle did not love it. They were barefoot in front of all their co-workers and could do nothing about it. All eyes stared at them.
Once again, though, this got boring quickly and people stopped for a second to look and then went on their way. Troy noticing this added more fuel to Beth and Michelle's fire and whispered again to Monica and Liz.
Liz approached the stocks with Monica and Liz pointed-out. "Well Beth, you said our team was the laughing stocks of this city. I bet you regret that now." Beth looked confused.
Monica continued, "Yes, and here you sit. We stole your shoes and your bare feet are all exposed to us." Beth and Michelle were starting get worried. "We want to make you the laughing stocks."
"Are your feet by any chance ticklish?" asked Liz as she reached out and started stroking Beth nyloned soles. Monica did the same to Michelle's bare, unprotected soles. The ladies did not want to laugh and they did their best do not laugh in front of the gathering crowd. Michelle cracked first and lost it laughing and begging. Beth followed soon after. Liza announced, "Who are the laughing stocks? Looks like its you." Laughter filled the lobby.
Carol, the CEO of the company, who also went to Beth and Michelle's school approached. Monica and Liz filled her in on the bet. Carol dressed in a business pant suit and tan nylons with black heels shuttered at what she saw and announced. "Ladies, I am glad I didn't place that bet. My feet are fine in these shoes and thank goodness they are staying there. I couldn't stand to have my feet tickled in nylons and bare feet, oh my gosh, even worse. I know if I was going to be locked in stocks I would have worn socks, and thick ones. You girls are getting what you deserve" With that Carol gave each girl a quick jolt with her fingers.
The girls had the rest of the lunch hour to "laugh" about not wearing socks as their boss pointed-out.
Monica stated, "you guys are so going to lose tomorrow."
"Don't be so sure," replied Michelle.
The debate continued and the ladies exchanged stats and history that probably wasn't true. Beth chimed in, "Your football team is the laughing stock of this city."
Troy couldn't help overhear all this and when he heard "laughing stock" his ears perked up even more. He had a fetish for feet and tickling and he was starting to pay attention as these beautiful women talked.
"Let's make a bet!" suggested Liz.
"Yeah," agreed Monica, "Whoever loses has to wear the other teams colors to work on Monday."
"You're on," shouted Michelle, "see you in blue on Monday."
"More like red for you and Beth," replied Monica. Liz nod her head in agreement.
Troy couldn't help but overhear this and thought about the old double pair of stocks in the basement. They were for a photo shoot for the advertising company several years ago. He suddenly got an idea and walked over to the ladies. "Ladies I couldn't help hear you guys talking about the big game. You know I have a set of stocks in the basement and they could be used for this. Say the losers have to sit together locked in them during the lunch hour. I could bring them up to the lobby. That would be more humiliating then just wearing the other teams color."
The ladies listened and didn't know what to think. "I don't know," said Monica, "that might be a little overboard."
"Is that you admitting you might lose?" questioned Michelle.
"Hell no," shouted Liz. "We'll see you locked up in red on Monday."
"More like you guys locked up in blue," taunted Beth. The bet was made and Troy agreed to get the stocks up in the lobby by lunch on Monday.
Troy immediately went down to the basement and got the stocks ready. He fitted the ankle and wrist holes with foam as he wanted it to be a true tight fit and not look fake. Of course, he also had other plans in mind once the losers, whomever they may be, were secured inside them.
The game was played the next day and it was close. However, Beth and Michelle were the losers and they would have to wear red and sit in the stocks. Beth and Michelle called each other and agreed that they did lose and would be good sports and go along with the "humiliation."
Michelle wore a red button-down long sleeve blouse, a pair of black dress pants. On her feet a pair of closed-toe black loafer mules. She rarely wore nylons and today was no exception. Her feet were bare inside her footwear.
Beth wore a red polo shirt and tan khakis. On her feet were a brown heeled loafers. Unlike Michelle, her feet were encased in sheer tan nylons inside her shoes.
"Hey losers, you look good in red!" taunted Monica and Liz as Beth and Michelle walked in Monday morning. "Can't wait until lunch."
Troy couldn't wait until lunch either. He had seen Michelle and Beth and noticed their lack of socks. The rest of the morning went normal as there was work to be done. As not to take up too much space in the lobby Troy brought up the stocks just before lunch and people did become curious.
The ladies walked down to the lobby at lunchtime together. Monica had created a loser sign that she placed next to the stocks.
"Get in losers," ordered Liz. Michelle sat down and Beth sat down to her left. Troy locked the ankles in first and then each of the ladies hands in the upper stock piece.
"These are tight," Michelle noticed as she tried to pull out her hands and feet. Beth agreed they were tight.
The ladies sat there for a few minutes and actually it got boring and the crowd started to disperse. Troy made his move and whispered something to Liz and Monica who immediately smiled.
"You know ladies this is getting boring. You don't look humiliated enough," said Monica as Michelle and Beth disagreed.
"Yes, and you didn't go too far in dressing in red. Big deal, red shirts. I am not impressed" Liz stated.
With that Liz walked over to Michelle and stood at the foot of the stocks. She reached for Michelle's feet. With that Michelle scrunched her toes in her shoes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Well," replied Liz. "Let's see if at least your toenails are red. There is no black in our teams colors." With that, Liz pulled hard on the heels of Michelle's mules and it did not take long for her bare feet to be exposed. Michelle wiggled her toes as the air hit her soles. She was slightly embarrassed as people started to gather again and she just had her feet on display with no way to hide them.
"Wow," noticed Liz. "That's more like it, red toes!"
"What about you Beth," said Monica. "You could have made more of an effort to dress in red. At least red socks with those loafers."
"I don't have red socks. Please don't take my shoes off." pleaded Beth as Monica approached the stocks and Beth's feet.
"Well Beth, I'm sorry, but let's see if your toes are painted red too." said Monica as she reached for Beth's shoes and noted. "Oh, you have hose on, that's OK I bet we can still see your toes." Beth struggled to not lose her footwear. Admittedly it took Monica a little longer to relieve Beth of her shoes but it was accomplished and indeed her toes were painted red.
"Red tootsies, I love it girls." taunted Monica. Beth and Michelle did not love it. They were barefoot in front of all their co-workers and could do nothing about it. All eyes stared at them.
Once again, though, this got boring quickly and people stopped for a second to look and then went on their way. Troy noticing this added more fuel to Beth and Michelle's fire and whispered again to Monica and Liz.
Liz approached the stocks with Monica and Liz pointed-out. "Well Beth, you said our team was the laughing stocks of this city. I bet you regret that now." Beth looked confused.
Monica continued, "Yes, and here you sit. We stole your shoes and your bare feet are all exposed to us." Beth and Michelle were starting get worried. "We want to make you the laughing stocks."
"Are your feet by any chance ticklish?" asked Liz as she reached out and started stroking Beth nyloned soles. Monica did the same to Michelle's bare, unprotected soles. The ladies did not want to laugh and they did their best do not laugh in front of the gathering crowd. Michelle cracked first and lost it laughing and begging. Beth followed soon after. Liza announced, "Who are the laughing stocks? Looks like its you." Laughter filled the lobby.
Carol, the CEO of the company, who also went to Beth and Michelle's school approached. Monica and Liz filled her in on the bet. Carol dressed in a business pant suit and tan nylons with black heels shuttered at what she saw and announced. "Ladies, I am glad I didn't place that bet. My feet are fine in these shoes and thank goodness they are staying there. I couldn't stand to have my feet tickled in nylons and bare feet, oh my gosh, even worse. I know if I was going to be locked in stocks I would have worn socks, and thick ones. You girls are getting what you deserve" With that Carol gave each girl a quick jolt with her fingers.
The girls had the rest of the lunch hour to "laugh" about not wearing socks as their boss pointed-out.
