Michelle was staring right at you as you looked up after staring several seconds at her cute toes. You were startled and took a step back. Had she seen what she was doing. Her small smirk could mean anything!
"Ahem well like I was saying."
"Do you like 'em?"
You face turns a light shade of red. "I uh, um, I uh, don't know what you uh, mean." You were supposed to be the mentor but you couldn't even get a sentence out coherently.
"My toes that you were staring it."
Oh shit! She did see. You couldn't let anyone know about your... ahem unique interests in the most perfect part of the female form, their feet of course.
"Oh I ah, was uh, you know, just admiring your shoes."
"Really? These shoes aren't fancy or anything. No Mr. Mentor I know exactly what you were staring at."
You were really in a panic now. "Quiet! Please!"
In a breathy voice she started to lightly sing, "Someone likes feet, someone likes feet." Your only saving grace that no one was immediately around you right now.
"Please just be quiet. I'm supposed to be mentoring you. I can't do that if you keep making false accusations."
The pretty young girl's eyes flashed in victory. You knew that she knew that she had the goods on you. It gave her power and now the entire dynamic between the two of you had changed. Your body posture was now meek and harried while hers was forward and aggressive. The ball was now in her court and you could sense that she was going to take advantage of it.. but how?
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