University Life Part 21 8 min read

The girls left for the club after dinner and I sat doing some coursework for the following week. As the evening passed the pain in my head kept getting worse and worse. They had really done a number on me and looking in the mirror the area round the treadmarks on my face was very bruised. Feeling inside my mouth I could feel the imprints of Erin’s boot treads where she had totally flattened my flesh.

At 10pm I went down to the club. I parked up outside and was greeted by Anna the bouncer bursting out laughing when she saw my face. Anna had obviously had her hair done and was in a much softer style which made her look a lot more feminine. “New hairdo”, I said, “It suits you.” “ Haha yeah, thanks. Your new face suits you too, you look properly like a doormat now.” “Thanks, I take it it’s pretty obvious than”, I replied. “Yeah, no shit it’s obvious. You better be keeping a low profile this weekend, or you’re going to get some funny looks.” She had on her usual bomber jacket and black jeans but tonight had a pair of heavy black hiking boots on. She caught me looking at them and smiled. “You like them? I just bought them this week”, she said. She lifted up the boot showing me the aggressive lugged sole. “You never know, maybe I’ll add to your new look with some tread marks of my own”. I laughed and walked into the club.

It was really quiet, Angela the owner and Natasha the young waitress were behind the bar and Erin and Riah were standing on the other side of the bar. There was only one customer in the place and he was with a girl I hadn’t met before. I walked over and Erin and Riah gave me a hug. Then they turned round and pointed towards my face to Angela and Natasha. “What do you think?” Natasha looked a bit shocked and said “oh my god that looks so sore, are you ok?” “Yeah I’m fine thanks, I’m just glad it’s not busy in here. It is a bit obvious.” Angela laughed and said, “It suits you, I should hire you as a doormat”. “Yeah that’s not going to happen in a place like this, I’m a ladies only doormat.”

I felt pressure on my foot and looked down to see Erin’s platform boot on top of it as she pressed down. I looked at her and said “you can’t help yourself can you”. Angela looked confused and I said “she’s standing on my toes”, shaking my head. Angela started laughing and said, “I don’t see you complaining though, you better hope I don’t get a chance to stand on you”. “Oh, why is that”, I replied. Angela reached down and took of her shoe and held it up for me to see while twirling it round by the heel in her hand. Angela’s shoe was a black patent Louboutin 4 inch stiletto pump. The heel was very thin tapering down to a quarter inch at the tip. The red sole was quite scuffed indicating their age. The insole looked discoloured from loads of wear and sweat. She handed me the shoe and never took her eyes off mine as I kissed the toe while taking a sniff of the inside of the toe box. I was greeted by a faint smell of vinegar, sweat, and leather. She smiled as I handed her the shoe back and tapped the stiletto saying “see what I mean”. “Haha they’re gorgeous”, I said, “very classy, just like the wearer”.
Erin grinned and said, “you should totally try them out on him Angela”. Riah nodded saying, “definitely”. Natasha was looking in anticipation at Angela. Angela was looking at me and said, “doesn’t he get an opinion on this”. “Of course not” replied Erin and Riah together and all four of them laughed. I shook my head laughing and said “they know what my answer would be anyway.” Erin rolled her eyes and said “Exactly”. I looked at Angela and said, “don’t feel forced to though, it’s up to you. If you don’t want to do it that’s cool”. Angela laughed and said, “you better come round this side then. I’ve heard you spend a lot of time on the floor behind this bar”. I laughed as I lay down and said yeah it does feel familiar. Erin and Riah had followed me and it was pretty crowded behind the bar with the four of them towering over me lying on my back beside the counter. Natasha stepped up onto my chest in her old ballet flats and said “you can hold onto my shoulders for balance if you like”. Angela laughed and said, “you didn’t even ask him before you stepped up”. Natasha giggled and went red, “sorry Rod, you don’t mind do you?” “Nah of course not”. Angela shook her head and said “this is crazy” as she hovered her Louboutin over my face, the stiletto tip just an inch above my forehead. “How do I do this”? she said, sounding unsure. “Want me to show you?” said Riah. Angela moved to the side and Riah towered over my head. She pressed her shoe on my face with the stiletto on my forehead and the platform sole at the side of my nose. She held onto Natasha’s shoulders and looking at Angela said “just step up quickly like this”. I felt the stiletto bite in as her weight transferred onto my face and she stood fully on it with both shoes. Angela looked down at me saying “that just looks mad”. “It’s just like standing on a stone, don’t think about it too much, just keep your weight on your heels. That will stop you from slipping and hurting yourself”, said Riah.

Riah stepped off my face and Angela repositioned herself. I felt her Louboutin stiletto make contact with my forehead and could smell the patent leather of the shoe against my nose. I saw her hands go to Natasha’s shoulders and felt the heel start to bite in as she lifted herself onto my face. She wobbled a bit momentarily and then found her balance. Natasha and Erin cheered and Angela started laughing. Zoe is looking over here wondering what the hell is going on. Zoe was the other dancer who was sitting with the only customer in the club, but more about her later. The pressure on my forehead was intense as Angela followed Riahs instruction to keep her weight on her heels and especially since my face had taken so much punishment already today. Natasha was looking down at Angela’s feet. “Your heels just look so sexy on his face you know”. “Haha it feels really good, Wish I could get my ex on the floor like this”, said Angela. I saw Erin taking pictures out of the corner of my eye and felt pressure on my stomach as Riah stepped up to join Natasha.

“How long do I stand here for?”, Angela asked. “As long as you like”, replied Erin as she ground my fingers under her platform wedge. “Are you enjoying it, does it feel good?” “Oh my god yes, it feels amazing. I can’t describe it but it’s just a weird feeling of pleasure knowing I’ve a face under my heels, haha, that sounds awful doesn’t it”. “I think you will find we can all totally relate to that,” said Riah.

After about 5 mins Angela stepped off my face and looked down at me smiling. “Thank you that was amazing”, she said. I smiled back and started saying “You’re welcome, anytime”, but I was cut off as Natasha put her ballet flat on my face and stepped on. Angela walked away from the bar towards her office and Erin and Riah went through to the dressing room to get changed back into normal clothes. It felt absolutely lovely having the light weight of Natasha in those old ballet flats on my face. I could get the strong smell of her feet through the ripped seam on the side of the flat right under my nose. I rubbed Natasha’s shoe that was covering my mouth and she smiled down at me, “you ok under there?” I lifted her shoe off my mouth and gave the sole a kiss, “yeah never better”, I replied, “can I smell your foot, I’m getting a faint smell of it through the tear in your shoe but I really want to smell your bare foot”. Natasha laughed and went red again, “yeah sure if you want to”. I slipped her ballet flat from her barefoot and looked at the sole, covered in sweat soaked fluff from her ballet flat as she lowered it onto my nose. The smell was absolutely amazing, a really strong cross between salt and vinegar and popcorn, I was in heaven. She started giggling, “I can feel you breathing in through my toes, you wanna lick it, I mean only if you want to?” She started going red again. “Yeah I’d love to lick your foot”, I replied. I stuck out my tongue and Natasha started rubbing her sweaty sole against it, the taste was heavenly. “You know my ex said I had totally gross feet, he thought they were disgusting”. “Well I think your ex is an asshole”, I replied, “your feet are awesome”. “Aw thanks, Rod”, she replied patting my nose with her sole, “my feet think your face is pretty awesome too”. I slipped her ballet flat back on her foot and she started cleaning the last of the glasses still standing on my face.