You make your way over to the left shoe, take a deep breath, and put all of your strength into pushing off the side of the heel. It takes a while, but after several painful minutes of pushing your muscles to the limit, you are able to push Janice's shoe off just enough so that her heel is free. As you pick up the heel to get the rest of the shoe off, a dank and sour odor invades your nostrils, obviously being emitted from Janice's socks. It smells of week-old sweat, but it's also laces with some other repugnant stench that you can't quite identify. It kind of smells like old moldy cheese...no, more like corn...or maybe some bean curd that turned ages ago...probably fish...rotten eggs?
A wave of nausea forces to stop thinking about the smell's origins, and focus on getting this job over with. Even though you breath through your mouth and try to ignore the smell as you push the shoe off Janice's right foot, the foul aroma still seeps into your nostrils, making your stomach turn in disgust. Janice seems completely oblivious to the smell. She pretty much occupied with eating her fruit snacks. You watch as she opens up her eighteenth pouch, and dumps its contents into her gullet, she chews on a gigantic clump of gummies for about two seconds before she swallows and move onto the next pouch.
After twenty minutes of trying, you were successful in removing Janice's shoes from her feet. Not much of a victory though, since you still have to contend with the mysterious funk coming off of her socks. The things have holes in them, and you can't tell if they're supposed to be grey, or if Janice just failed to change them daily.
Janice take a second to look at your handywork. "Socks too." She giggles as she wiggles her toes
Your face twists into a combined look of both horror, and disgust. Despite your reluctance, you comply, and start to peel of the socks. As you begin to lift the first sock from the heel, you're literally knock off you feet as the stench from Janice's feet hits you like a runaway stampede. The smell has grown so strong, so sour, that it doesn't matter if you breath through your mouth anymore; you can still smell it, and taste it. Your sinuses start to burn like someone dumped hot sauce up your nostrils.
Somehow you find the strength to pick yourself up and continue your job. The smell refuses to let you to ignore it, so you have to work through it, as you simultaneously try not to vomit. Despite a throbbing headache, a turning gut, and burning sinuses, you are able to get Janice's socks off.
Then, you make the terrible mistake of looking at her bare feet, and your heart starts pumping cold fear though you veins again.
You've figured out why you couldn't identify the smell coming from Janice's socks: her feet are littered with bits of food she's stepped in while working out of her office. Some stuff is so old you can't identify them, but you can recognize a crushed dorito chip in the arch of her left foot, cheeto dust underneath her toes, and something sticky covering random spots on each foot.
The smell has grown so bad that, Janice herself has finally noticed it. She starts to blush.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that." She apologies as she tries to stifle another giggle. "The pool's public showers are busted, so it's been a while since I've took a shower. But if you don't mind..."
Janice pulls out a drawer from inside the desk, pulls out a few things, and closes it. She places a small bowel, a paper towel torn into fourths, and a tiny vial of hotel soap next you. She opens up a water bottle and pours it into the bowel.
"...could you clean my feet for me?"
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