We all just got back from the bar after hours of partying and dancing. You're seeming to act a little differently than usual, looking down at our feet while we're talking to you. We call you out, asking what you're looking at, and we immediately catch on to your little foot fetish. After all these years of being friends, we never suspected you to like feet. We think it's totally gross but we entertain your interest, holding our feet up in our dirty high heels. Then we decide to let our tired feet breathe, and dangle them in front of your face. Joselyn and I are interested in what makes you tick. We dangle our heels until they drop and then we hold our feet up, side by side, while teasing you. We contemplate allowing you to touch and worship them. Then, we decide to deny you completely and worship each other's sweaty, stinky feet right in front of you. We don't let you touch us. We just let you observe your two best friends indulging in each other's feet. We tease you while we lick and worship our soles and toes. We start enjoying it so much, we start moaning in excitement. We work ourselves up more and more until we finally decide to go shower together and wash each other's feet while leaving you to sniff our stinky shoes.