Bad Boss! Bad!
by Dirk Diggler

Sometimes the most difficult thing about being the boss is setting the proper work enviornment. You don't want to be an asshole, yet you know you must set the standard of professionalism -- if you're a "good" boss, that is. If you're "bad", well ... then the big question becomes: how do I exploit my underlings to get what I want without getting my ass in a sling?

Hmmm ...

Eric was my cutie-of-a-night-watchman at a twenty-four hour supermarket. His job was to monitor the security cameras and make routine technical check-ups -- basically, an utterly boring and mindless job, but someone had to do it. I was the night manager, and was ultimately responsible for anybody who walked into the store at night. It was a huge place, and Eric's job was very important to the status quo. I had found Eric sleeping on several occassions already, but never took any serious action because I knew he was in college during the day and was usually running short on sleep. I mean, let's face it -- is there any college kid who isn't sleep deprived? I was only three years out of college myself, so I remembered the feeling well.

The real reason I kept him around was that I found out about his foot fetish. Athough internet access to employees was a company no-no, I noticed that Eric had been conspicuously fooling around on the computer before his break one night. I brought up a handful of sites on the menu bar, and voila: GAY MALE FOOT SITES! And some of my perosonal favorites, being a die-hard foot lover myself! Although the kid had taste, it was still against the rules, and I knew some sort of "action" had to be taken. It didn't help the next day that he was over an hour late (again) and fell asleep twice during his shift! The general manager would shit bricks if he found out (which was my responsibility), but I planned on dealing with Eric so that it wouldn't come to that.

"Eric, I think I have to let you go," I began, taking him aside in my office. "This is getting a little out of hand, don't you think?"

"I only fell asleep because I had to cram all-night for two exams today," he replied worriedly. "It won't happen again."

I shook my head. "It's not just that. You've been using the internet as well, haven't you?" He looked at me mutely. "I saw what you were looking at the other day ..."

Eric looked horribly embarrased, so I broke the tension after a long silence. "Do you want to keep your job here?"

He remained silent, staring at the floor (or my feet, I couldn't be sure which). "You know, I don't need this today, Eric. It's been a long few days; I've been on my feet all night ..."

I sat on the top of my desk, letting my feet swing a little. I was wearing my hottest pair of Kenneth Coles with my favorite pair of ribbed socks -- guaranteed to keep my hot feet soft all day. I saw his eyes catch my feet and watch eagerly.

"If you were me, what would you do right now?" I asked coyly, still swinging my feet in front of him. He just looked up at me, unsure of the tone in my voice. The innocent look of youth in his bright blue eyes put a bulge in my shorts like you wouldn't believe. I slowly pushed both feet out of my shoes, rubbing one foot over the other gently, feeling the warmth, tasting the gentle smell of musty foot.

"Ca -- can I give you -- a foot massage ..." he whispered, coming forward to kneel at my feet. I sat back and put my right foot in his face, feeling him inhale deeply and press his lips to the bottom. "Ummm-- oh, wow, that smells soooo good," he breathed, taking my socks off and bringing them to his face, inhaling fully. He licked the outer edges of my size 11s, tickling them with his tongue. I half giggled and half moaned, feeling my wetness grow thicker by the second. I laid back fully as he suckled my toes lightly and bit the balls and soles of my feet. It was incredible!

After he indulged himself fully, I moved to the floor, taking his feet in my lap. "Lay back and enjoy this," I demanded, getting ready to do my work. I worked the size 12 Nike running shoes off his feet. They had a nice "boyish" smell to them -- musty and somewhat athletic. I caressed the bottoms lightly through his damp socks. He smiled a bit, but no laughter ... yet ... I quietly peeled of his socks and admired the nice shape of his feet. They were big, but not overly bulky. In fact, his toes were beautifully proportioned to his feet, and his arches were sublime! I lightly scratched my fingers under his soles. 'Damn, that's soft!' I thought as he tensed up and uttered a short giggle.

"What's that? You like that?" I teased, tickling a little harder now. Eric began to laugh outloud now.

"No n -- ha ahh haa haa ha -- stop! I'm too ticklish!"

Naturally I continued to revel in his ticklish laughter. He was squriming around and laughing loudly, beginning to plead. "No -- NOOOO! HA HA HAAAA HAAA HAAAA HE HE Oh, plee hee heeeeeesse heeee haa haa haaa ... " I flipped him over on his stomach, his legs locked between mine as I sat on the backs of his knees. I continued to tickle his feet, listening to him laugh and plop around like a fish out of water.

"HA HAAAAA HAA HEE HEEE - AH! AHHH! hA HA ha haa ha haaaa haaaa ho ooh oh heee ehee ha hha hAAA HAAAa haaa haa ... "

After a few minutes of this, he began to wriggle out from under me, so I surpirsed him by turing him back onto his back and bringing his right foot up to my face, moving my tongue all around in a big circle. His feet tasted so damn delicious, I went a little crazy with my mouth. He gasped out loud, followed by a load moan.

"Uh, ohhhhhhhh, GOD!" He put a hand down his shorts and started to rub his bulging member. I massaged my tonuge in between his toes as he continued, suckling every inch of his sensitive skin. I switched to his other foot, pleasuring him with my eager tongue. "Uh, uh, huh, ummmm ... yeah, oh yeah... " Eric's masturbation was furious by the time I reached his toes. I put them all into my mouth and sucked hard as he began to cum, his hips thrusting furiously with his orgasm.

Instead of giving him a break, I got back on top of him and went back to tickling his feet. He started laughing immediately. "Oh, God -- NO!! No - hA HAAAA HAAAA!" The combination of him thrusting up under me and his helpless laughter pushed me over the top and I shot a load all over the inside of my boxers.

Our private little foot parties continued until I was finally transferred ... something about a rash of robberies on my shift? Oh well, I had no clue what they were talking about. Neither did Eric...

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