He stood transfixed. The tile floor made
every word, every shriek of laughter echo. The humid
air from the steam bath seeped through the rest
of the locker room, making him dizzy.
Or maybe it was the sight of those women
‑ all those women. Half‑dressed, wrapped in towels,
dripping wet, laughing, playfully touching each
other as they walked to their lockers à
He could only see the women who passed
in front of the little hole in the wall of the utility
closet. He had worked at the health club as a janitor
for a full week before he discovered the hole.
"Mitch, they's a little surprise in
that south closet," the former janitor had
told him. "I can't tell you what it is, but
it's something that will make your pecker harder
than that broom handle. Heh heh heh." Then
he had wiped his nose with a dust rag, scratched
his balls, and shuffled away to retirement, leaving
Mitch to take his place.
Mitch had searched that closet the first
day, but didn't know what he was looking for. Then,
one day, he noticed a little shaft of light coming
from behind one of the boxes against the wall. The
peephole. He brought an old bucket to use as a stool
and began his daily ritual, perching on the bucket
in the darkness, stroking his cock thoughtfully
and watching for glimpses of bare ass, swinging
breasts, dripping womanhood in its many forms.
Sometimes, he just watched the floor through
that little hole, for the parade of women's feet.
On those days, it took all his self control to keep
from trying to thrust his cock, which was indeed
broom‑handle hard, through the little peep hole,
stretching toward his fantasy date
One night, he saw something strange through
the peephole. A tall brunette woman with tiny, hard
breasts had been standing naked in front of the
sink, and then had walked slowly toward the wall,
behind which Mitch sat panting. Mitch thought he
recognized her as Marie, the nutritionist. Suddenly
she turned around, and put her hands on her knees,
pointing her dark brown anus right at the hole.
She wiggled her fanny a few times, then actually
backed up, until her ass was pressed against the
hole, blocking his view.
Mitch blinked several times. He could smell
her through the peephole, a just‑showered but still
musky scent. What in the world was she doing? His
heart pounded as he realized he could at that moment
put his finger through the hole and be pushing right
into that tight, sweet puckered opening
The sudden flash of light made him gasp.
A woman stood in the closet doorway, her face distorted
with anger. Lisette, the physical fitness consultant.
Tall, strong and sleek, her long auburn hair pulled
back in a ponytail, an elegant racehorse of a woman.
If not for the soft curve of her breasts, which
made his groin ache, she would seem almost too powerful
for him to imagine as a partner. But those breasts
and those pale pink lips had been part of his fantasies
since the job began. The red hair was natural, too.
He had seen her coming from the shower many times.
"Stand up," she said in a cold
voice, although her face was as red as her hair
now. Mitch was gripped by fear. Although he worked
at a health club, the only exercise he'd had in
months was wanking in the closet, popping beer tabs
and moving his right hand on the Play Station controls.
He realized that, if she wanted to, Lisette could
really hurt him
Behind Lisette, the brunette appeared,
now wearing a terry cloth robe that covered, but
did not conceal, her tiny, flat breasts and round
ass. "See, Lisette? That's what I thought.
The first time I saw that hole in the wall, I figured
some creep was using it to take a peek at us."
"I said stand UP," Lisette said,
now towering over him. "What is your name?"
"It's Mitch," he said, trying
to smile. "I was just cleaning up in here."
"We know what you were doing,"
she said, her green eyes sparkling with anger. Or
maybe it was excitement. "How long have you
been watching the naked lady show?"
"I was just stacking these boxes ..."
he stammered.
"Stacking boxes with your cock in
your hand?" she asked, kicking over the metal
bucket that had been his front‑row seat. "I'm
calling the cops, Mitch."
"No, wait." It was the brunette,
laying a hand on Lisette's shoulder. Lisette seemed
to like this. She waited a half‑minute before she
turned to face the other woman.
"What is it, Marie? You want him to
apologize for ogling you?"
"No," Marie said. She stood thinking
for a minute, as Mitch watched the water from her
wet hair drip down her shoulder, following its curve
down onto her breast before being absorbed into
the terry cloth of her robe. "I just think
we can handle this ourselves."
"What do you mean?" Lisette asked,
raising one eyebrow. A little edge of intrigue was
evident in her voice.
"I mean, if the police haul him off,
he still won't understand the seriousness of what
he did to us, as women."
Lisette was openly delighted at the "us,
as women" remark. "Well, what do you think
should be done to him?"
"Please," Mitch said. "Anything
but the cops. I don't want to end up in jail for
this. I've à been in a little trouble before."
Marie smiled a scary smile. "I think
the punishment should fit the crime. I want him
to know what it feels like to be naked and stared
at like a piece of meat."
Lisette nodded. "Honey, you're the
one whose orifice he was gazing into. He's all yours.
Let me know if I can help."
Marie now walked over to Mitch and, one
hand firmly on each shoulder, shoved him down onto
a low stack of boxed toilet paper. It was the first
time she had looked him in the eye, the first time
she had spoken directly to him. Marie was rather
beautiful, he noted, his cock beginning to twitch
of its own accord. "Mitch?" she said,
her voice almost tender. "I want you to take
off all your clothes."
He replied with a nervous laugh. Her stare
told him she wasn't kidding. His eyes darted past
her to where Lisette's toned body stood like a brick
blockade in front of the door. He listened for the
sounds of the last few women in the locker room
talking as they zipped up gym bags and started toward
the door. It was closing time.
"Take them off, Mitch. Right now."
He untied his shoes, pulled off his socks,
pulled his tee‑shirt over his head, and gingerly
scooted his shorts down over his ass. The women
continued to stare at him, and he looked down, secretly
glancing at Marie's long, thin feet with the perfectly
trimmed nails, each like a little pink sea shell.
With great reluctance, he slid down his briefs,
sitting back, shivering on the cardboard boxes.
The cardboard felt scratchy and damp under his bare
butt.
"Now stand up and walk around for
us a little," she said, offering her hand to
help him stand up. Her hand was warm, her fingernails
very long and very red. He willed his cock to remain
silent, despite her touch.
Mitch walked awkwardly to the door and
back, knowing they were watching his cock and ass,
his nipples hardening in the cool locker room air.
"Do it again," Marie urged, chuckling
at his nervous gestures.
Lisette's smile was more sympathetic. "How
does it feel, having us look at you while you're
completely naked and vulnerable?"
"I hate it," he said. "I'm
sorry. I'm sorry I looked at the women."
"Now, Mitch," Marie said, touching
his arm as he walked past. Her soft voice and soft
hands were driving him crazy. "Listen, honey,
when I'm talking to you, I want you to look me in
the eyes. Not gape at my feet."
Mitch looked up at her. It was hard to
read from her eyes whether she was crazy, or pissed
off, or just having some fun with him. It was unsettling.
"You seem to be very interested in
women's hygiene, Mitch," she said. Lisette
smirked. "You like to see women nice and clean,
don't you?
Mitch nodded, involuntarily thinking of
the women coming from the showers wrapped in towels,
dripping wet, their clean pink feet padding across
the damp tile à
"I'm going to give you the treat of
your lifetime, honey," she said. "I don't
think the shower I just took got me clean enough.
I'm going to let YOU be my shower tonight."
She turned her back to him and began to
lift up the lower edge of her robe. There it was
again, the dark anus he had been watching when this
nightmare began. "I want you to check and see
if my ass is completely clean."
He glanced at her, and said, "Yes,
it looks fine."
"Oh, you can't tell that way, babe,"
she said. "Taste it with your tongue. Push
your tongue up inside and make sure it's really,
really clean."
Lisette was grinning from the other end
of the room, enjoying look of fear on Mitch's face
as he leaned forward, eyes closed, and began to
lick the length of Marie's crack.
Marie stood still for only a moment, then
began gyrating her ass in front of him and smashing
it against his face. "Go in deep," she
said. "Make sure I'm very clean." As he
licked with more enthusiasm, she sighed and stroked
her clit with one long finger.
"Are you sure he's not just enjoying
that?" Lisette asked. Her voice was almost
tender now. God, he had never realized how beautiful
and warm her voice was, as rich as that amber red
hair à
Marie lifted her glistening finger from
her pussy and pressed it against her own lips. "Shhhh,"
she giggled. "Don't worry, he'll pay for his
sins.
"Now I want you to clean my feet,
Mitch," Marie said.
Mitch got down on his hands and knees,
trembling at being allowed to touch his tongue to
her beautiful feet. He licked methodically from
the ankles down to the toes, stopping to suck between
each toe until his tongue touched the dirty concrete.
Her feet were soaked clean and smelled of chlorine
from the pool, the skin wrinkled from standing barefoot
in the shower. Periodically, she raised her foot
and pushed it against his face, almost knocking
him off balance, as Lisette chuckled.
"Oh Marie, honey, he's loving this
too much," Lisette said, shoving the toe of
one of her basketball shoes against his erect purple
cock. "Your clean little tootsies are no challenge.
When he's done with you, I wonder how he'd like
to try these?" Lisette had taken a seat on
the boxes and was removing her size 10 shoes, untying
the thick white laces and slipping them off to reveal
white cotton socks damp with sweat.
"I ran for two miles today, before
aerobics," she said. "And I'm ashamed
to say this, but these are the same socks I wore
yesterday. I just haven't had time to do laundry."
Marie wrinkled her nose as the sour scent
of Lisette's socks filled the small closet. "There,
Mitch, that will be a challenge for you," she
said.
Lisette kicked him lightly on the cock,
then on the cheek, with one bare, redolent foot.
"Clean them up thoroughly," she said,
settling back as the kneeling, naked man began to
suck her toes. Lisette's feet smelled so strong
he could hardly breathe. But he liked the way Marie
watched him perform his cleaning duties on them.
He liked that a lot.
He liked the way Marie came to stand behind
him, and the way she lifted her foot, still damp
with his saliva, and traced the crack of his ass
with her big toe, even prodding gently at his anus.
He could feel the polished nail bite into the tender
skin there. He was hard and throbbing now. He felt
ready to explode.
Lisette's feet were vinegary and warm in
his mouth, and he found himself looking for new
spots to lick to keep that taste on his tongue.
The idea of cleaning her strong, Amazon feet became
more and more exciting. He lifted one hand to caress
her instep as he tenderly sucked her big toe, then
lapped along the inside of her ankle from heel to
toe.
Meanwhile, Marie was amusing herself by
lifting his balls up with the top of her foot, then
letting them drop again and again. He noticed that
Lisette had pulled the crotch of her gym shorts
to the side. When he glanced up, he could see her
curly auburn hairs, glistening with moisture just
a few feet away. More than anything he wanted to
trace the inside of one pale thigh with his tongue,
and bury his face in that moisture.
Lisette noticed that he had stopped cleaning
her feet and was staring at her crotch. She wiggled
one finger tantalizingly against her thigh, and
then beckoned him with it, unsmiling. He hesitated.
She reached down and cupped one hand over each of
his ears, pulling him forward until his nose was
right at her crotch.
"Yes, I'm going to need you to clean
me there, too," she said, exchanging a grin
with a wide‑eyed Marie.
Mitch gingerly pressed his lips against
her and sucked in the droplets of moisture, then
began long, long strokes with his tongue, beginning
as far down as he could reach, right where her bottom
met the cardboard box, right where her knuckles
brushed his cheek as she held aside the crotch of
her panties. He pushed his tongue in, but kept it
soft, sweeping upward between the lips, and over
the hard knot at the top.
"Again," she said sternly, and
he complied. "Again." Marie watched in
fascination, her mouth open a little, as her friend
began to writhe and buck under Mitch's mouth. Lisette
came twice, leaning back on her elbows on the boxes.
Mitch was afraid to stop, until Marie tapped him
on the back.
Marie backed up to him and leaned over,
motioning for him to begin cleaning again. But this
time she wanted him to lick her all the way from
her tight, puckered anus to the top of her womanhood
and the tiny, soft knob there. After three complete
circuits, she had her orgasm, accompanied by a strange
little squeak.
At the sound of that squeak, he could no
longer control himself. Without touching himself,
he began to explode. Mitch groaned, squirting cum
wildly. He could hear it hit the cardboard boxes
on which Lisette sat. And when she shoved him away,
he could see to his dismay, that some of it had
also landed on Lisette's feet. And even a drop of
two on Marie's ankle.
Mitch lay on his side, naked on the cold,
gritty concrete floor, inches from a splat of his
own cum, panting, wondering if they were done playing
with him.
"You're going to lick that up, Mitch.
And then, I think we're going to let you go home,"
Lisette said. "But you may have some added
job duties from now on." She winked at Marie.
Lisette settled her foot on the length
of Mitch's softening cock and pressed it down to
the floor, softly at first, then with increasing
pressure, until Mitch gasped in pain. Then she wiped
one toe across his cheek, depositing a drop of his
cum there, like a strange kiss.
Quiet Marie only smiled.
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