"No way!" You spurt out without thinking.
"Hey watch your tone Stevie boy! Don't start being rude again." He warns you firmly which immediately strikes fear in you.
"Sorry Josh," you try to back peddle quickly, "it's just they are really sweaty and smelly I don't want to rub them like that."
"Well why didn't you just say so?" he asks with a smile. "I don't mind if you want to get a bucket and wash them first."
You couldn't believe the nerve of him! Surely he doesn't think that you will actually get on your knees wash his feet then rub them.
"Josh I don't want to wash your feet either. I have a lot of stuff to do I really think you should just go home and rest." You try to convince him.
You can see him tense up, he is starting to get mad but then he spots your Playstation.
"What game are you best at?" he asks pointing towards it.
"I don't know, one of the racing ones." you reply confused.
"Good then, load it up. If I beat you then you get down and rub my feet. If you win I'll leave right after." he offers.
"Deal." You agree without hesitation you have been playing it so often you will destroy him at it and he will have no other excuse not to leave.
He offers you his hand to shake on it and you accept it, he squeezes so tight that you let out a little girlish squeal. He can't help but laugh at you as you burn a bright red.
"Sorry Stevie sometimes I forget my own strength." He says sarcastically.
You start up the Playstation and and put in the game. Josh doesn't even move, leaving his feet on the coffee table while wiggling his stinking toes. He put his hand out waiting for you to bring him his control. You oblige without creating more issues. He lets you choose all the settings as he says he has never played. You choose your favourite car and track and give him bad advice so that he chooses a worse car than yours. The game starts and you are easily in control, you are leading way out in front on the first lap, and then even further in front on the second. He whinges that the game is unfair and broken but you just smile confidently and keep racing. You are easily going to win, you see the finish line and decide that you are finally going to get some revenge on him so you try and make your car do a spin across the line but as you do you stuff up and the car roles over. Josh starts laughing so hard as he starts to gain ground on you as you maniacally press all the buttons trying to get back onto the track.
"This foot rub is going to feel sooooo good." he laughs, wriggling his stinking toes again as his car passes yours and finishes the race in first place.
You can't believe it! You are cursing yourself under your breath. Why didn't you just finish the race!?
"Go on Stevie get down there." He laughs again with tears of joy in his eyes.
You swallow hard with your face burning red and...
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