by Anonymous
I was genuinely excited for this trip.
We had just made our way to nationals for the first time in the past twenty years. My school's baseball team has always been known for being excellent, making it to states every year. Nationals, however, was another story, as it always seemed as if we never had the right players to reach such a prestigious level, not since 2002. I was never good at baseball, however. In fact, I usually sucked at all sports. Although my physical abilities are horrible, I had enough knowledge to become the baseball team's manager. I've been helping out the team ever since I became a manager freshman year.
That was also the year Brooks Lorrey, our star player, joined the team, also as a freshman. His talent truly impressed me, he made it to Varsity his freshman year. His best friend, Camden Carrier was right behind him, being the best pitcher our school has ever seen. With their athleticism bringing the school so much status, they were extremely popular. Not that they needed it to become popular anyways, their looks on their own would have already guaranteed them a spot in the popular crowd at my school. Brooks was about 6'2, brown hair, tanned skin, a couple of freckles, and the most mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes I've ever seen. I would later find out he had a size 12 feet. Camden was a little bit shorter, being 6'0 with piercing blue eyes, blonde wavy hair, and a size 13 feet. Nationals would be held in Hawaii this year, which means that for the first time we would not be taking the bus to the competition, but a plane! Being the manager, I was allowed to tag along with the team.
We all met at the field to take the bus. The coach specifically told all of us to be there on time, or there'd be consequences. The thing is the coach never really liked me. He always found a way to get me in trouble, and generally speaking, getting in trouble equals running laps. Now, as a manager I don't have to run laps, and you're probably wondering why he always got me in trouble if I didn't have to run laps. Well, let's just say the rest of the team doesn't really enjoy running laps, and as far as they are concerned, I am always the cause of their punishments. Naturally, not wanting everyone to hate me, I made sure to be there 15 minutes early, at 8:45 PM, so that the coach had nothing to yell at me about. You can only imagine how surprised I was to get there and see the entire team standing around my coach with their bags packed, all giving me very angry looks.
"Bailey" the coach yelled, "why are you late? I told you all hundreds of times how important it was to be on time!"
I was very confused. I remember him clearly telling me yesterday after practice that we had to be here at 9:00 PM!
"Coach, I'm here 15 minutes early, what is this about!?"
"More like 45 minutes late" Brooks snapped back, "We were supposed to be here at 8:00 PM!"
I knew for a fact that the coach told me 9, which means he told me the wrong time on purpose just so that the rest of the team would loathe me even more.
"I told you all, for every minute someone is late that is one lap you all have to complete! Better start running."
After several loud groans and more angry looks directed at me, the team started jogging around the field. As they were running, the coach said "You're lucky the flight got delayed, I would have left you behind if you caused us to be late! I will not hesitate to send you back home early if you keep causing any issues. This is strike one!"
As the team continued to run laps in this warm early summer evening, I realized that the coach was certainly trying to get rid of me, and that I would have to cause as little trouble as possible.
Once the team came back, dripping in sweat, I took roll, which is one of the responsibilities that I have taken, and we all hopped on the bus and headed to the airport. On the way there, it became obvious that the team was still angry at me for being late.
"Thanks a lot, freak," Brooks said, "Now we are all smelling like crap, and we will be all sticky throughout the flight."
They kept messing with me during the rest of the ride, but I didn't care. I didn't want to cause any trouble and risk getting kicked off the plane.
There was a lot of traffic on the way to the airport, and even though the flight was delayed, we still somehow managed to be late. As soon as we hopped off the bus, we all sprinted towards the check in are so we could check in our bags, and then ran all the way to our gate. This airport was massive and running all the way to the gate while carrying our heavy luggage was exhausting. Thankfully, we made it just in time and we all boarded the plane. This plane was brand new, it had rows of three seats, an aisle, and another set of three seats. Our flight was mostly empty, but even if it was full, each set of seats was accompanied by curtains that would essentially close off your set of seats from the aisle, giving you more privacy.
As we were heading to our seats, the coach told us specifically how we were not allowed to switch seats, and that there would be consequences if we did. Since I had already gotten in trouble earlier, I for sure would not want to get even more on his bad side, so I planned on complying with that rule. I was assigned the window seat, and I was very thrilled about it. Since the flight was mostly empty, a lot of us managed to get entire rows for ourselves. I wasn't that lucky. Although the middle seat was open, Camden ended up being assigned the Aisle seat. On top of that, Brooks was assigned the seat directly behind me. As we all got seated, Brooks came up behind my seat and said,
"Bailey, you and I are switching seats. I wanna sit with Cam."
"No way, you heard the coach, we can get in trouble for switching seats" I replied.
"Well, you already got us in trouble earlier today, might as well do that to make it up for us," said the pitcher, in an attempt to persuade me to switch seats.
"Why don't you just sit in between us?" I asked. That was for sure a viable option, and I was hoping it would put an end to this discussion as we were beginning to become kind of loud.
"Sitting next to YOU? Ew no. Switch with me, freak." He said in an asserting manner.
He started kicking my seats while yelling at me to switch, all while Camden was dying laughing.
All of this noise caught the attention of our coach, who got up from his seat and walked towards us.
"Bailey! Have I not already told you to stay out of trouble?" He reprimanded
"He was trying to get me and Cam to switch seats with him!" Exclaimed Brooks.
"WHAT! No I was not, he is lying!" But I knew it was no use. It was the words of the star baseball player against mine and the school's best pitcher.
"This is Strike two! We don't need a manager at nationals. I can send you home at any time! The plane hasn't even taken off yet, if I hear one more word from you I'll fly this plane myself to take you home!"
As he walked back to his seat, Brooks and Camden started laughing, and I knew that this would be a long flight...
As about 45 minutes went by and we had already taken off and were flying steadily through the air, Camden seemed to be a little tired. He closed the curtains and mentioned how he was going to sleep. I did not mind, as I was getting a little tired myself. What I did not expect is for him to take his shoes off and stretch them ON MY LAP! His feet were very big and heavy, and it took no time for the smell to begin to hit me.
"Camden get your feet off me!" I whispered. I did not want to wake up the coach.
"Shut up freak I'm trying to sleep. Besides, you can't cause any more trouble. I'll call the coach and he'll literally throw you off this plane."
That thought haunted me. Of course the coach wouldn't throw me off the plane, but he was right about one thing. If the coach came over I'd be dead meat for sure. Dead meat flying back home. The smell was too strong, however. Especially with that heavy curtain trapping most of the smell in our row of seats. I pleaded once more.
"Camden, your feet smell really bad, just..."
He interrupted me
"Maybe they wouldn't smell bad if we didn't have to run 45 laps earlier today because of you! Being my little footrest during this plane ride is the least you could do!" He replied.
My stomach dropped for a second. This plane ride was 5 hours long. I could feel the warmth of his feet on me, and whenever I touched it I could feel how incredibly sweaty his socks were. The smell didn't get better any bit either.
I decided my best bet was to sleep my way through this. I turned facing the window to try to face away from his smelly feet and closed my eyes. I had a good 5 minutes of sleep before the smell suddenly intensified a lot more. I opened my eyes to see another set of feet, squeezing around the seat behind me, landing right underneath my nose. I turned around and saw Brooks, grinning from ear to ear, with his index finger at his mouth signaling me to be quiet. I quickly understood what that meant. If I complained about it, he would rat me out. I noticed that he closed his curtains as well, and since they canceled out all noise nobody would hear us for the remainder of the flight. I made eye contact with him once again, and tried pleading again.
"Brooks please, it smells really bad." I said. It really did. Even now that his feet wasn't directly under my nose, I could still smell it's stink over Camden's feet, It was unbearable.
"I will admit it's partially my fault. I didn't have time to shower from practice last night and I also didn't get a chance to change my socks. It's still totally your fault though, you caused us to have to run 45 laps earlier today, AND we had to run to our gate." We remained making eye contact. Those eyes that so many girls at school had fallen for. They were eyes of a predator. and right now, I was his next prey. "Since my feet are so 'unbearable,' you should probably just get used to it as I won't be moving them any time soon."
"I can help you with that," said a voice next to me. It was Cam, who I thought was asleep, but turned out to be awake and listening to the whole thing. As sudden as I heard it, both of his feet landed on top of my head and pushed my face down towards Brooks' feet. It was as if I entered another world. My face was firmly pressed against the bottom of Brooks' sweaty socked feet. It was the worst thing I've ever smelled. I tried to fight back against Cam's legs, but it was no use. He had incredibly strong legs, and truly had me immobilized in that position,
Brooks obviously found the situation funny, he kept rubbing his feet all over my face. My senses were all completely overwhelmed by this. I couldn't help but squirm. All that could cross my mind is how sweaty those feet were. Why didn't he shower from practice last night! As he rubbed his sweaty feet over my poor face, I heard him saying,
"You know, this would be a great time for a foot rub; I mean my feet are really sore from all the running I did today, all thanks to you. It's the least you could do."
Not that I had a choice. With his feet buried in my face, I did the best I could to give both of his feet a decent massage. We spent the next thirty minutes of that flight like that, with his socked feet pressed hard against my face, and with Cam's feet now resting on top of my head, and there was nothing I could do about it. Incredibly, even after half an hour I did not get used to the smell. It was so foul. Suddenly, I felt Cam lift both of his feet from my head and I finally was able to lift my face up. My face was now covered in sweat, none of which belonged to me, and had a couple of little puffs of sock lint stuck on my face. "Am I done now? I just want to sleep..."
"Are you kidding me? I haven't gotten a foot massage yet! My feet are just as sore as Brooks" Said the pitcher.
"Plus, it's time to level up on the stink a little bit." Said Brooks.
With that being said, both of them removed their socks as I watched with horror.
"Go back to smelling," Brooks said, as he wiggled his toes, glistening with sweat.
"No, please... Brooks i'll do anyth-'' my pleading was interrupted by Camden's kick straight towards my stomach. "Smell." He said. "...and don't forget to massage MY feet, they are still tired." As he said that, he plopped both of his sweaty bare feet on my lap and I began to massage it.
I looked towards Brooks' foot as I massaged Cam's, then looked at him. He was just sitting there smiling, "What are you waiting for? Smell it. I want deep sniffs. I heard feet smell a lot worse when you take your socks off. Confirm that for me, will ya?"
As he said that, I looked once more at both of his feet, full of sweat and filled with sock lint, I buried my face on his sweaty feet while massaging Cam's. I must say, whoever came up with that rumor was right. My nose landed right at the bottom of his toes. with both of his feet squeezed through the sides of my seat and fully covering my face. As I began to sniff, I felt a little dizzy.
Every time I took a big sniff, which he was requiring me to do all the time, he would wiggle his toes a little bit, causing me to sometimes taste some of his sock lint as they found their way down my face and into my mouth. At this point I was just extremely embarrassed. I pushed my face against his feet in an attempt to hide how embarrassed I was, and everytime I pushed he seemed to also apply more pressure on my face.
Meanwhile, I was trying to give Cam the best massage I could so he would hopefully fall asleep and leave me alone. I worked up his heel, massaged each toe individually, although at first it was a little bit difficult as his feet were so sweaty that my hands sometimes slipped! I stayed in this predicament for about 45 minutes before Brooks had an idea. He told me to stop, told me to lay down on the ground in front of the seats. Normally I would not fit, but since we were going to nationals, our coach treated us to seats in the Business aisle, which had a lot more leg room. With that being said, I followed his instructions hoping this would be the end of it. As I layed down, I heard him hopping over my seat and sitting on it. Since the curtains were closed, our coach couldn't see what was happening so Brooks would not get in trouble for doing that. As he sat down, Cam moved to the middle seat. As they finished switching up seats, he finally said:
"You see, we have about 3 hours remaining on this flight. I didn't have time to shower last night, and I am for sure extra sweaty now after running so much. I don't want to land in LA like this, so you'll be cleaning my feet and Camden's for the rest of the flight."
I was a little confused. How did he want me to clean his feet? We were in a plane, I had no water or rags available. Then it hit me. Both of them now staring at their helpless prey, and I mean helpless, there was nothing I could do at this point. I felt Brooks' feet land on my face first, shoving one of his sweaty feet in my mouth, while covering my nose with his other foot.
"It better be clean, not a single puff of sock lint, or else I'll make you do all of this again."
With that, Cam rested both of his feet on my stomach and my first instinct was to begin massaging them. I began licking and sucking on Brooks' toes with all the might I had left. It tasted horrible. A sweaty and vinagry taste overwhealmed my taste buds, and lets not forget that I was still smelling his foot. He was also having fun with it. Every so often he would shove his entire foot down my mouth, lubricated by the amount of sweat that was in his foot. He would rub it up and down against my tongue, explore my mouth with his toes, all while rubbing his other foot against my nose.
After about an hour and a half, Brooks and Cam switched positions, and I began the whole process again. I massaged Brooks' feet as I sucked on Cam's toes. At this point, they were both very tired, and fell asleep. I tried to take this as an opportunity to escape, but their legs were very strong and muscular, and even with them applying no pressure on me, the weight of their legs and feet on my body would not allow me to stand up. With that being said, I surrendered myself to this smelly prison, which was still smelling horribly as Cam had covered my nose with his left foot, and just went back to cleaning his other foot while massaging Brooks's.
I stayed in that predicament for the remainder of the flight. My whole body smelled like Brooks and Cam's feet. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever done. I'm just glad I didn't have to do this after a game. Suddenly, the lights turned on, I heard a ring in the speakers of the plane, telling everyone to open their curtains and fasten their seatbelts as we would begin to land. Brooks then stood up, right on my stomach and Cam stood right on my face as they went back to their original seats.
As I sat back up, I just watched Cam put his socks back on and I was glad this nightmare was finally over. Then suddenly, I see brooks plop one of his bare feet right next to me and call my name. I looked at his foot and was just wondering what he wanted. We were about to open the curtains and I don't think the flight attendants would be happy to see me licking his feet right in front of them. I looked at his foot, with some sock lint in between his big toe and second toe with pure disgust, knowing that no matter how much I licked it, it still looked disgusting and wouldn't be truly clean. That's where it hit me. "Not a single puff of sock lint, or else I'll make you do all of this again," he said earlier.
"Oh no" I said out loud.
"Cam, I think we'll be having a foot masseuse right after the game tomorrow!" He whispered as Cam smiled. " I'll make sure to keep wearing this same pair of socks so that you're not unfamiliar with the smell Bailey."
With that, he pulled his feet back to his row of seats, put his dirty socks back on and opened the curtains.
