A waiter delivers the martini to her table and you watch anxiously as she coolly scans the room to see who her benefactor might be. She spots you, nervous and fidgety, and you try to give her a charming smile.
Boldly, you slide off your bar stool and walk as casually as you can across the room to greet her. She watches you the entire time with a look of indifference. You’re not quite sure if she wants you to come over, but you push forward anyway. You’re almost to her table when you see her roll her eyes.
“Stop,” she says. “Go back and try again.”
You feel deflated and confused. Try again? What does she mean by “try again.”
Your face must register you have no idea what she’s talking about because she leans forward and elaborates with a calm, almost pleasant voice.
“You’ll have to do better than one martini. If you really want to get my attention, go back to your stool, drop to your knees and crawl back here.”
You’re stunned at her audacity. Who the fuck does this woman think she is?
You turn around and stalk away, fully prepared to write off this uppity bitch, but you realize her words excite you. You’re imagining how humiliating it would feel to crawl across a room full of strangers just to please this woman. You’re even imagining you might kiss the toe, painted a sparkling red, peeking out of her peep-toe stiletto as a sign of respect… of submission.
By the time you get back to your bar stool, you’re stunned and ashamed to realize your cock is rock hard. You’re actually trying to work up the courage to do what she wants.
And then you’re on the floor, acutely aware that you’re attracting stares as you inch toward her on hands and knees. Your face is burning, but your cock is throbbing and all you can really see is the feet you’re crawling toward and the single shoe dangling off her foot.
When you stop in front of her, your eyes glued to her feet, she lets the shoe slip off her toe and drop to the floor. You can hear murmurs and whispers; you can only imagine how pathetic and weak you must look, kneeling at this woman’s feet, head bowed in submission.
“You know what to do,” she says.
You lean down, in front of everyone in the bar, and kiss her sparkling red toes.