Pretty Thing by Mariessa
"I'll give you twenty dollars if you show me your feet."
Elijah balked at the middle-aged man's comment and tried not to gag. The college student leaned backward and gaped. He nervously played with his hands in his lap with a dark blush settling over his face and spreading to his neck. His once-hard cock had softened within a snap of his fingers, shriveling up into becoming flaccid once more. A slow sheen of sweat covered his body as he let out a soft, anxiety-ridden exhale. He hadn't expected this, but the offer shouldn’t be so shocking to him.
He had a tense week taking constant exams, turning in rushed papers, and praying to god for a passing grade. To relieve stress, the college student had been playing around with a randomizer on a video chatting site. It was meant for teenagers but became popular with all ages. So far, the man spoke to a teenage girl struggling with living with her stepfather, an old half-asleep lady, and racist assholes. Each one just left him more bored than the next. He had been on the randomizer all night, spinning through choices.
All the conversations left no mark on the twenty-one-year-old, but the middle-aged man did. His lips poked out, making him shiver in disgust and turn away briefly before cooling down. He came off as extremely perverted with an interest in seeing his panties. That request was swiftly denied, and he pressed his smooth legs together with a quick slap of his thighs. The dark-haired student cursed himself for wearing his feminine clothes today. It was like a beacon for perves to come running after him with drooling mouths.
Trying not to show his discomfort, the two men engaged in basic small talk. The man asked how old he was and he just said his early twenties. This led to conversations surrounding his college and choice of degree. Each question dug deeper into his past than the previous one, begging for the smaller man to crack. Elijah struggled to keep from blushing as the phrasing became more vulgar. And this made the old man more eager.
"Please. Your feet look so petite. I'll send you double if you want more. I swear on it."
The bastard was tempting him, damn it. As a broke college student, he should jump at the chance. But the thought of flashing a man like this was gross. And to make matters worse, the guy was into feet, which made Elijah's face turn green. People with foot and toe kinks grossed him out beyond belief. Especially the ones who looked like disgusting little toads you'd find bathing in mud. He recoiled and took a minute to regain his composure.
With a glance to the side, he let out a shutter. "Make it two hundred and we have a deal."
The look of pure satisfaction that bloomed on the old creep's face made his skin crawl. With a little lip lick, he nodded his head in agreement. "Deal. Now show your cute feet and thigh highs."