by Jesse Fox
Perhaps the only thing more beautiful than a California sunset is watching day become night on a Los Angeles movie set. Like history come back to life, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood was capturing the essence of the late 1960s like only the legendary Quentin Tarantino could. Every detail was accurate, every member of the crew on point, and the talented director’s eye watched one of his stars work magic in front of the camera.
Leonardo DiCaprio sipped the fake martini as he floated in the pool and Tarantino filmed the A-list actor embodying his fading leading man character, effortlessly alluring and believable. The handsome 44 year old drifted on the calm water while the pool lights reflected against his meaty, pink soles at the edge of the float, everyone on location admiring his work but Tarantino’s attention was fixated on Leo’s beautifully mature feet instead; his juicy tan toes perfectly plump for a sultry contrast to the wrinkles cascading down both soles. Quentin’s dark eyes were like that of a schoolboy on his classroom crush, lingering on DiCaprio’s hunky size 12s even as the camera rig moved away from him and onto Margot Robbie’s part of the narrative. “Quentin…Quentin” “Yeah, yes?” “Are you moving to the next location?” the producer asked. “Yeah…yeah. I was just thinking” Tarantino tried to excuse as he got out of the chair, catching Leo getting out of the pool from the corner of his eye. “Everything good to go?” Leo asked while drying off his legs. “Yeah, great work” the distracted director replied with an enthusiastic smile before moving on with the rest of the team.
Only a couple hours later, the film’s two leads sat in Leo’s trailer sharing a bottle of bourbon like the old friends they were. “Haha did they really want you instead of Affleck?” Brad Pitt asked with a flashy smile from the chair. “I’m waiting on the right Marvel role…as cool as Batman is, DC’s record is too hit or miss” Leo assured with three decades of movie business wisdom. “You have a point but it’s fucking Batman! How could you say no?” the 55 year old replied with child-like enthusiasm at the chance to play Bruce Wayne. “Look at how it turned out for Ben…” Leo added. “Touché. How did your scene go earlier?” Brad asked before finishing the liquor in his glass. “Good, good…but there is one thing that kind of struck me odd” the Oscar winner explained from the nearby chair. “After all the shit you’ve done what the hell could’ve gotten to you?” “I mean I don’t wanna jump to any conclusions but when I was in the pool…I think Quentin was checking out my feet. I swear his eyes were fucking locked on them when I was on the float. I could’ve been reciting Shakespeare and I don’t know if he would’ve noticed” Leo elaborated with a reluctant laugh in his voice, almost apologetically suspicious. “Haha why do you sound so surprised?” “Should I not be?” “Dude, everybody knows Tarantino’s got a thing for feet haha, you haven’t seen like…any of his other movies??” Brad asked with amusement at his buddy’s naivety. “What do you mean?” Leo questioned. “Uma Thurman is a good actress but the camera spent at least 25% of her screen time on her feet in Kill Bill and Margot spends most of the theatre scene with her bare feet up in front of the camera. But I guess he likes guys feet too” Brad enlightened with a smirk as he poured another drink.
“Shit…how did I not know that? Well that means he’s probably eyeing yours then too” Leo added with a nod toward Brad’s booted feet. “Nah, man I’m not even barefoot in the movie” Brad replied. “You never know…there is that scene at Cliff’s place tomorrow. Those tube socks might be coming off, buddy haha” Leo teased with a grin, making his co-star look back down at his feet. “What? You wanna check em’ out too? Maybe a little taste?” Brad proposed with a playful eyebrow. “Not after being in those boots all day, probably smell like a fucking horse ranch” “You know who probably would like a good whiff?” Brad suggested with a boozy laugh. “Haha Quentin might even suck those ripe toes too” Leo played along, making both of them laugh even harder until a sudden knock at the trailer door interrupted their fun. “Leo?” a voice called out that they both recognized as the very man they were talking about. “Holy shit!” the younger actor whispered with large eyes of shock, trying to contain his laughter. “Speak of the fucking devil…well open the door, man!” Brad whispered with a shared boyish anxiety before DiCaprio got up and let their director in. “Hope it’s not too late, I just wanted to run something by you about tomorrow’s schedule” Quentin greeted. “No, no…Brad and I were just hanging out” “You’re both here – even better” Tarantino added as he moved closer and sat in the other chair with his usual zany energy filling the trailer.
“What’s up?” Brad asked. “So, on page 76 you guys are supposed to be having a heart to heart kind of conversation and I hate to say it but I’m a little worried about your chemistry” Quentin explained. “Our chemistry? We’ve been friends for years, we have a great connection on and off camera” Brad replied defensively. “I’m not saying you’re not good together but this is a very important moment in the movie and I just want to make sure it’s totally believable” the stylistic director added. “I’m not sure what you mean, Quentin…Rick and Cliff are closer than friends, they have a serious mental connection I think we’re both pulling off really well” Leo interjected, equally vexed by their director’s doubt. “Hold on, Leo…I think I know what he’s talking about. He wants a more…intimate interaction” Brad chimed in after a few moments like he’d suddenly realized exactly what would satisfy Tarantino’s creative appetite. Leo recognized the look in his eyes that he was up to something but the bourbon motivated him to play along as Brad suddenly took his mate’s ankle and tugged off the short brown boot, revealing a dark black sheer sock covering Leo’s meaty foot.
Quentin’s eyes lit up as he watched the boot come off and reveal Leo’s foot, barely concealed by the rich yet thin material. The director tried to contain his reaction but his actors could tell he was already transfixed. “See, I know... that Leo is super ticklish” Brad announced with a slow, teasing tone as he held the ankle in his hand. “Oh no haha. Come on, man!” Leo halfheartedly protested before the older man started wiggling a few fingers up the thinly veiled sole. Leo bit his lip and gripped the chair as the four fingers glided along his low arch up across the balls, just tipsy enough to not fight Brad to avoid the playful demonstration. “OOoohOhoOK! OhoooAoHAoha” bubbled out of DiCaprio after only a few seconds while Brad watched his friend lose it and Quentin tighten with bottled desire. “Very few people know this but all it takes is a few fingers to get him giggling like crazy” Brad added as he continued stroking up and down the handsome foot, beautifully teasing his director at his mate’s expense. “OoKkOoKAAAOhOAAKOoO aAHSSTToOOOAHOPP!” Leo pressed, reaching toward Brad to save his sensitive foot. “Alright, alright…I just wanted to show Quentin that we have a real connection, a relationship that will undoubtedly translate on film” Brad gave in with a toothy grin as Leo retracted his leg and tried to gather himself.
“Brad, I was just…I wanted to make sure you two were…you know, good to go for the scene” Tarantino tried to explain, stumbling over his words like he was a minute from breaking into a nervous sweat. “Just don’t tell anybody how ticklish my feet are, I fucking hate it” Leo made clear with another drink from his glass and an amused laugh. “It’s our secret, really” Quentin agreed, trying his best to seem disinterested. “You believe us now?” Brad questioned with a cocky arched eyebrow. “Sure, yeah. Of course” “Ya know…you don’t seem all that sure to me. Brad was actually messing with me about the pool scene before you got here” Leo started as he began to feed off his mate’s playful energy. “What’s wrong with that scene?” Tarantino asked with curios suspense. “He was just saying that he thought my feet were more important than my performance” “What?! No way, your performance is crucial to the film!” Quentin quickly corrected. “Don’t worry, I was just as confused as you are right now but see, I know the only reason he said that is because Brad doesn’t like to show his feet…” Leo explained as he reached toward Brad’s leg. “No, no…don’t even think about it” Brad resisted with a flashy smile, shifting in the chair but Leo persisted. “Don’t be that way, come on. I wanna show Quentin how well I know you” DiCaprio added with a quick grab of the pant leg before pulling the right leg up to his lap.
“Guys, seriously I shouldn’t have said anything” Tarantino reiterated with mounting anxiety, his heart practically pounding through his shirt; it was too good to actually be happening in front of him. “Don’t apologize, Quentin. I mean you’re the director right?” Leo assured while Brad put an embarrassed hand over his face, giggling with anticipation. “Brad thinks his feet are ugly; the last time he was really barefoot on film was in Troy wasn’t it?” Leo asked while tugging off the brown boot. “Yeah” Brad answered with a nervous grin before downing the rest of his glass. “Whew! I was right haha. Smells like you’ve been wrangling cattle all day” Leo taunted with an exaggerated look of disgust while holding the white socked foot. “Good!” Brad fired back, wiggling his toes closer to Leo’s face. “Maybe you should work in a scene where Cliff’s barefoot, I mean I have two and Margot’s got one. I think it’d fit in, don’t you?” Leo suggested as he took the rim of the tube sock and starting peeling it down his buddy’s leg. “Man, come on, not the sock!” Brad tried to persuade. “I’ve gotta show Quentin how nice your feet are so he can write a new scene for you – really show them off!” Leo teased with a cheeky smile just as the cotton started slipping off the rosy heel until his entire barefoot was on display.
Quentin was in silent awe, dazzled by Brad’s flawless foot; Leo wasn’t lying. His toes were long but not bony with luscious bubbly ends. The balls were pink like rare steak only complimented by the smooth, medium arch, paler and even more tempting. Tarantino loved Leo’s feet but Brad’s were just as fantastic in a different way as if keeping them hidden all these years when he could preserved every beautiful inch of his soft, radiant soles. Leo could tell Quentin was fully captivated by the bare foot and it only motivated him to go further than Brad had minutes earlier. “Alright, you made your point. Can I have my foot back now?” Pitt asked. “You wish” Leo replied before wrapping one arm around his ankle and scribbling all over the slender foot. “AAaohAOhAOHANNOOnNNOO!! AHOaoahaoaCCCOOmMmEEOoOON!! AHOAHAOHAANNNOoNnOoOTT oAHAOHAAnNNNOoOOTTTIiiCCkKklLlIiInnGG!!” Brad erupted from the neighboring chair, writhing and bucking like a firecracker. “You tickled me!” Leo reminded as his short nails tormented the silky smooth sole as viciously as he could. “AhAOAHAOHAohAOAAHOFFFUuUUCCkKK! AHoahAOHAOAHASSTTOOPPP!! AHAOHAEEENNOOoUuUGGhH!! AhAHAMMmEERRCCCyYyY!!” Pitt begged like he really couldn’t stand it. “I think he’s more ticklish than you, Leo” Quentin pointed out in a moment of reemerging comfort. “I think you’re right, Quentin. What do you think, Brad?” Leo taunted while raking across the buttery balls. “AAHoAHYyYEEAAHH!! AHOAHAOHAYyYEESSS!!” “Yes what?” “AhOAHAIIimMMMOOoORREEAHoaHAOHA AATTiIICCKkKLlIiiISSSHHH!! AHOAHAOHAjJjuUuSSTTAHoAHAO SSTTOOoPPP!!” Brad admitted to end the torturous attack.
“Ok, ok…I don’t need somebody from the crew calling the cops” Leo obliged while releasing the heavenly foot. “Asshole…” Brad laughingly added like a disgruntled big brother, pulling his foot back before Leo could tickle him anymore. “Alright, fellas. I think I feel better about the scene now, I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Quentin added as he started to stand up only to stop halfway, sitting back down upon realizing his rock hard arousal was too obvious to just walk past them. “What’s wrong?” Brad asked but his tone hinted to everyone that he wasn’t clueless. “Well…um I wanted to ask if you guys had any questions for me?” Tarantino lied to buy himself some time. “Well since you asked…were you really staring at my feet during the pool scene earlier?” Leo prodded, the alcohol clouding any hesitation or social inhibitions that would usually prevent him from asking. Brad sprouted a humored grin at his co-star’s boldness, watching Quentin squirm a little in his seat as he tried to field the direct question. “I mean I was just trying to get a good angle…I’ve found lower angles can really create an interesting uhh…” Quentin desperately tried to explain but his train of thought was derailed by Leo stripping off his other shoe and sock before propping his sensual bare feet on the coffee table between them.
“…interesting shot” Tarantino concluded while trying to divert his gaze. “Come on, Quentin…you can be real with us. We’re all friends here” Brad encouraged as he did something out of character for someone like him who actually was foot shy, shoving off his other boot and crossing his feet on the same table for a contrast of sweaty tube socked goodness and a naked pink sole. The two pair of mouthwatering famous feet was like a daydream come to life for a man who didn’t even realize his affection for male feet until recently, recognizing the specific beauty of a man’s feet to be unexpectedly hypnotic. The situation was almost too much, too intense for him to think straight or talk around his fetish and the handsome duo could see it all over his face. Stealing glances of Leo’s plump toes wiggling against each other and Brad flexing both feet next to his buddy’s was all Quentin could think to do without confessing his attraction, fearing it would affect their dynamic going forward. “See, Leo hates if anybody tickles his feet but I happen to know what he does like…” Brad explained like he was letting out another secret, grabbing the freshly bared foot and pulling it his way. “If you’re talking about a massage, I’d love one” Leo added with a grin. “Not exactly…” Pitt replied before taking the ripe foot and suddenly running his tongue up the length of his co-star’s plump sole.
“OoHooOOoShhiit” shot out of DiCaprio with surprised pleasure, gripping the arms of the chair at the sudden rush. “I heard from a reliable source years ago that Leo loves nothing more, nothing more than having his feet licked” Brad explained with a mischievous smile toward Tarantino before snaking along the fleshy arch slower and more passionately each time for almost a minute, turning Leo on like a live wire of ecstasy. “DdooneeTthiSs beeFfooRre??” Leo asked between giggles from the ticklish licks. “Wouldn’t you like to know...Quentin, you wanna try?” Brad offered as he pulled himself away, watching the director’s eyes look to the other thick sole still sitting on the table like he was considering it. “No, no…no thanks” “Suit yourself” Pitt replied as Leo’s manhood rose to the occasion in his jeans. “I bet I know what you really like” Brad added before slipping the big toe past his lips and sucking the juicy treat like he was thirsty. “OOoFFuuCckKmMMEE! Jesus, Brad!” Leo thought he’d bust right there, overwhelmed by Brad’s committed delivery. “Guys, this isn’t…necessary, really” Quentin tried to convince like he’d burst if he didn’t soon leave. “We’re both more than grateful for the roles you’ve written for us, hell I may even get an Oscar nomination haha. It’s the least we can do to make you more confident in our characters’ chemistry” Brad assured with his usual charm, turning back toward the sensitive foot to wiggle his tongue between the row of toes. “AAAoAHOAOOAooOAOFFuUUUCcKK!” “Sorry, does that tickle?” Brad teased between playful licks as Leo’s arousal pressed against his jeans, the ticklish worship pushing him closer and closer to a climatic ending until Brad finally stopped.
“…holy shit” Leo let out like he was short of breath, relaxing in the chair as he came down from the unforeseen high. “Well, maybe I was wrong, maybe the angle at the pool really was better from below” Brad added after their director didn’t give into the tantalizing show. “Right haha…” Tarantino agreed with immense relief as Brad placed his immaculate feet back on the table like one last little wink. “Well, it’s late, I better get going. See you guys tomorrow” Tarantino suddenly announced, practically running out of the trailer before they could notice his raging erection. “You were right…he was an inch away from shooting his load all over the trailer haha” Leo added once the door closed. “Told ya, and you still have another pool scene to go!” Brad reminded with a boastful laugh.
The next day on set was the same as usual; the crew was running around, the actors were preparing for their scenes, and Quentin was ready for another day of creative fulfillment. “Leo, just the man I wanted to see” “What’s up?” DiCaprio asked already in full 60’s attire. “I actually made some alternations to the script last night, a new small scene actually” the director explained. “What? A whole new scene? And we’re filming it today?? That’s insane” Leo challenged. “It's not that many lines to learn. You and Brad are so in touch with your characters and have such great chemistry that I figured you guys could just adlib most of the scene” Quentin elaborated with much more confidence than the night before while Leo read the new addition. “What is this? Is this about…last night? We were just fooling around, man…we didn’t mean to-“ “No, no. I’ve been playing around with the idea for a while and it finally became clear to me this week. I think it will help develop Rick and Cliff’s bond in a unique way, offer a little more insight for the audience. Run the lines with Brad real quick and let me know when you guys are ready” Quentin instructed, leaving Leo with a look of dumbfounded apprehension on his face.
“What?? You gotta be shitting me! He’s getting us back for fucking with him last night. This is crazy!” Brad exclaimed as he too began to experience a sudden rush of nerves. “That’s what I thought but he denied it, he thinks it’ll be good for our characters’ bond or some shit” Leo replied. “Can’t we just talk him out of it or refuse to film it” Brad suggested. “He seemed pretty sold on it and I mean if we refuse it could hold up filming and nobody wants that” Leo answered with a shared frustrated anxiety. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it and then we’ll convince him to cut it out of the final film. I don’t care what Quentin said, this is to fuck with us for fucking with him; he won’t actually want to put it in the movie” Brad concluded. “…you’re probably right. Let’s just get it over with and move on, we’ll be even” Leo reluctantly agreed. “Are these all the lines?” Brad asked as he looked back at the page. “Yeah he said we could adlib the rest” “Of course he did...”
Within the next 30 minutes everyone was in position with Quentin behind the camera, the lights in place, and Leo and Brad ready to start the new scene at Rick Dalton’s house. “Action!” Tarantino announced with contained glee to watch his stars bring his vision to life. “Want a margarita?” Rick (Leo) asked from the bar of his kitchen. “No, I’m good. Mind if I take my boots off?” Cliff (Brad) asked. “No, go ahead. Just don’t peel the wallpaper” Rick joked as one boot came off. “They don't smell that bad...and I can always fix the wallpaper if they do” Cliff answered with a laugh, propping his socked feet on the ottoman and rubbing them against each other a few times. Rick walked back to the living room to join Cliff and quickly ran a few fingers up the unsuspecting right foot to mess with his best friend. “HheeY! Watch it” Cliff said with a surprised giggle. “Haha I couldn’t resist. How’s a badass stuntman like you ticklish anyway?” Rick teased as he sat down. “I don’t know, not many people tickle me so I guess I forgot I was” Cliff half-way lied. “I’m pretty ticklish myself so I have to be careful whenever I get a massage” “Yeah I know, you almost kicked me in the face that time you got me to rub your feet a few years ago” Cliff reminded. “Shit that’s right haha. Tell you what, how about I return the favor. Prop em’ up here” Rick invited in a particularly generous mood.
“Nah, it’s alright man. Usually only women touch my feet and very few of them” Cliff avoided. “Come on, don’t be that way. It’s the least I could do for all you do for me” Rick insisted. “…alright, I guess. You could’ve at least bought me a drink first” Cliff teased with a grin, placing one foot on Rick’s lap. “I offered you a margarita” Rick reminded before taking the sock foot by the ankle, gripping the rim, and yanking it clean off with one pull. “Hey hey, we didn’t say anything about all that” Cliff pointed out as he started to retract. “Relax, it’s just a sock, man haha” Rick added to calm Cliff but he knew his stuntman wasn’t totally cool with it. After years of friendship Cliff knew if Rick was sold on something he wouldn’t let it go so he gave into him and tried to relax his barefoot into Rick’s control. “I’ll be easy” Rick assured as he started working into the warm foot, the soft sole almost melting around his fingers. “That feels good” Cliff added after a couple minutes. “See…I told you” Rick replied while his thumbs focused on the rich heel. “Ya know…they actually smell kind of good. I wonder how they taste” Rick proposed before Cliff could interject, taking the buffet of buttery toes into his mouth. “HEEY! AHOAOAOohWOAH! WWOAAOHhEHHEY!” erupted from Cliff as the lips started sucking his toes and his tongue slipped between the big and second one like a lightning rod of ticklish sensations. “FFUUCK MAN!” Cliff let out with sudden shocked frustration as he yanked his foot free, watching Rick laugh at how much of a rise he’d gotten out of him.
“Taste like chicken” “You’re a sick son of a bitch, man. What the hell is in that margarita??” Cliff questioned more rattled than Rick had ever seen. “I’m sorry haha, I just wanted to see how far you’d let me go. I needed to have some fun after today” Rick explained with a lingering grin. “Fun? Oh, you’re asking for it” Cliff added as he charged toward his boss/friend, squabbling for a minute until the chair was tipped backwards and Rick’s booted feet were up in the air with him still in the chair. “Woah! AhAaaaAHAEY!” Rick let out at the retaliation while trying to get up. “I’ve got something for ya!” Cliff announced as he yanked off one of the expensive leather boots followed by the sheer sock, wrapped his arm around the ankle, and started spidering all over the TV star’s bare foot. “AhAOhAOHAOAHaaNnOONNnONOO!! AhAOHAOAHoAHAACCCLlIIIFFf!! AHoAHAOHAOHAAAohaoaHOOKKOOOK!! AOhaOHAASSSTTOOoPPP!!” Rick shouted with a look of ticklish panic as he realized what Cliff had in mind. “Oh, no. You got me, it's my turn” the athletic man replied while ravaging the meaty sole to drive Rick crazy. “AhoAhoahSSSTToOoPPP!! AHoAHOAHAOyYYoOOuWWOooNN!! AOHaOAHOAAHaoHAIIIiGGiIIVVeEE!!” Rick submitted as the nimble fingers scribbled across his lush sole, never one to put up much of a fight when it came down to it. “You’re not getting out that easy, no way. How about some more feet, huh?” Cliff proposed before shoving his naked, sweaty foot onto Rick’s famous face.
“AhoAHoaHAOAohaNNooO!! AHoAOAAHAOHAACCOOoMmEEOoOOnNN!!” Rick objected as the velvety sole rubbed all over his cheek, nose, and mouth. “You wanted to taste em’, now’s your chance” Cliff taunted before shoving a few toes into Rick’s mouth. The fading actor tried to block the unwanted foot but Cliff was too strong to fight off, forced to savor the slender toes wiggling in his mouth as laughter continued spilling out. “AHAoAhAoaoahaoHAANNOonNOOo! AOhaOHAoaHAOAHASSTOOOAASSTOoOOHOAHOAHAA” “Sorry, can’t really here you with my toes in your mouth” Cliff teased while raking up and down the smooth arch to really make Rick howl, even sprouting a devious smile like they were two brothers rough housing. Cliff soon removed his toes and pressed his foot on Rick’s face so he had to inhale every bit of sour leathery flavor. “Smell it! Come on, take a big whiff!” Cliff added as he concentrated on scratching across the baby soft balls of Rick’s helpless foot. “AHoAOHAAOHAASSSuuUCCChhAAA AHoAHAOHAOHADDDIIiCcckKkAHAOAHOAHAOAA!!” “Tell me how good they smell!” Cliff instructed. “AhAOhaOahaOHAOHFFFUUuUCCKKAHAHAHAYyYOOouUU!!!” “Tell me how good my feet smell and I’ll stop” Cliff negotiated as if he couldn’t tell Rick was a few minutes away from peeing himself he was so ticklish. “AOAHoHOAOAOKOoKKK! AAOAHOAHTTHHEEEEYAHAOHASSmEEELllLAHAOHAAHAHAA GGOOOODD!! AHAOHAOHALLLiIIKKEEAOAOAHRROoOSSEeSSS!! AHOAHANNOOOWWSSTTOOoOAOAOPP!” “That’s what I thought” Cliff replied with a shit-eating grin as he let the foot go and Rick laid there to catch his breath.
Cliff sat back down on the couch and took a sip from Rick’s margarita for his victory, casually putting his shoe and sock back on like nothing happened. Rick finally got up, put the chair up right, and sat down like he’d wrestled a bull. “You’re a mean son of a bitch, you know that?” Rick added. “You started it…but hey, I’ve been called worse” Cliff answered with a playful smile, knowing Rick wasn’t actually mad. “Guess I’m gonna have to fire you now” Rick added. “Who’s gonna fall off horses and jump through windows for you then? And you’d miss me too much” Cliff added. “…dammit you’re right” Rick concluded before both men started laughing, too caught up in the impromptu scene to see how stunned the rest of the crew around them was. Well, everybody but Quentin; he’d gotten an A-list show any foot lover would die for, one he could watch again anytime he wanted. "CUT!" “How was that?” Leo asked as he walked closer. “Great, just phenomenal, really” he assured. “Thanks, I’m gonna go down some Listerine” DiCaprio added as he followed Brad off set. Not two minutes later, a new voice approached the talented director. “Hey, Quentin, you wanted to see me?” It was Austin Butler who played Tex in the movie, a new face to Mr. Tarantino until this project. “Yes, I did. I wanted to talk to you about a new scene I wrote for you last night, you’re gonna love it…”
