Footjob Festival, Part THREE

This one had trampling, domination, and face spitting

"What's wrong, Henrietta?" Ami asked. "Oh, nothing. That boy sounded 
familiar, like I met him before" Henrietta replied. Mai let out a laugh. 
"You've only met ONE boy today, so there's no real mystery". Henrietta 
paused a bit. Of COURSE it was him: Small stature, smaller voice. It was 
her bottom from her first round. "Well," Mai started, "you want to go meet 
him? After all, he's the reason you're moving to the second round". 
Henrietta gave a small snort. "I like to think I played a part in it as 
well" she replied with false sarcasm. "I have a good technique, and I used 
it well". Ami chimed in, "You should at least introduce yourself. After 
all, you were his...first...". With that, her voice trailed off. Ami is 
right, Henrietta thought. She motioned for her friends to follow her.
"So, how are you liking the festival today?" The boy jumped a bit and 
turned around. Henrietta thought he was well on his way to being a handsome 
fellow, with bright red hair and a smattering of freckles on his face. The 
boy shrugged. "It's pretty cool, I guess. It's my first festival". The 
boy stuck out his hand. "My name is Mikey. Pleased to meet you" Henrietta 
shook his hand, and introduced herself, Mai, and Ami. She hesitated a bit, 
then asked "So, what have you been doing today? Interesting things, I 
hope". Mikey blushed, and shrugged. "Well, I had a...VERY COOL morning. I 
cleaned up afterwards, and took a quick snooze. Now, I'm just wandering 
around a bit". Henrietta couldn't resist asking "So, how interesting WAS 
it? Did you enjoy it?" She rarely got the chance to talk to the bottoms at 
these competitions. Mikey gave a slight, if somewhat dirty smile, and 
looked up at Henrietta. "It was my first time. I liked it. I'm hoping to 
do it again this afternoon." Henrietta silently celebrated inside, but 
simply responded, "Maybe I'll get lucky and get you this afternoon as well." 
They looked happily at each other, and Henrietta was certain Mikey now 
knew who she was.
Just then, another of her classmates, Aurore, ran up to Henrietta and 
her group. "Bad news. Greggy injured his rib this morning and won't make 
it for the balance and accuracy competition". Ami groaned, and Mai winced. 
Aurore continued: "To make matters worse, both Zoe and Michelle have colds. 
If I can't find two more team mates and a willing bottom, we'll have to 
forfeit." Mai shook her head. "Sorry, Aurore, but I'm lousy at that 
competition. My aim is WAY off." Aurore then looked at Henrietta and Ami 
with longing in her face. "Oh, please, PLEASE, can you help me out?" she 
begged. Ami gave a quick nod, and Henrietta followed suit. Relief flashed 
on Aurore's face. "Now, all I need is a willing male volunteer". Mikey 
raised his hand VERY quickly. "Hey, anything to help my new friends out" he 
declared. Aurore looked at him with gratitude, while Henrietta, Mai, and 
Ami exchanged uneasy glances with each other. As their ashikoki teacher, 
Ms. Seto, told them: "It should either be your best friend or your absolute 
worst enemy". Ami looked over at Mikey with some trepidation on her face. 
"So, do you KNOW what you have to do?" she asked. Mikey just shrugged. 
"Not really. I just want to help out in any way I can". Before the girls 
could explain exactly what Mikey was getting into, Aurore grabbed him by the 
arm. "C'mon. They're getting everything set up. Henrietta, Ami, please 
hurry up." The girls followed, their unease growing.
Henrietta's group made it to the contest just in time. There were 
seven other groups, comprised of three girls and one boy. Most of the boys 
were already laying on their backs. Henrietta, Aurore, and Ami drew the 
seventh area. Mikey eagerly looked around, and practically dropped on his 
back. Henrietta looked down at him. "So, do you know what this contest 
is?" she asked. Mikey shook his head. "If it's anything like this morning, 
it should be good!". Henrietta shook her head. "This is not the same 
contest as this morning. That won't be for another half an hour. This 
is...a little different." Mai piped up "Actually, it's a WHOLE lot 
different. You're probably not going to like it". Mikey looked up at the 
girls' faces with growing unease crossing over his face.
Just then, a whistle blew. "First girls, take your places" came the 
announcement. Henrietta shared a group hug with her friends, then Mai 
walked off. Aurore deftly kicked off her flip-flops, and placed one foot 
directly on Mikey's chest. "I hope you can hold my weight" she whispered 
down at Mikey. She placed her hand on Henrietta's shoulder for balance, and 
stepped up, full-weight, on Mikey's chest. Henrietta could hear the "WHOOF" 
sound of the air escaping from his lungs. Aurore smiled down on a very 
confused Mikey. "I hope I'm not too heavy" she said as she caught her 
balance. Mikey could only shake his head. His face was turning beet red 
from the pressure. Aurore shifted her weight further up on his chest, so 
that he could breath. "Wh-what's all this?" he gasped. At that point came 
the announcement: "Between the eyes". Aurore tossed her long blonde hair 
behind her with a practiced sweep of her hand and leaned forward. Henrietta 
paused from peeling off her socks. "Don't move your head or face, Mikey, or 
you'll spoil her aim" she instructed. Mikey paused, then just closed his 
eyes, keeping his face and head perfectly still. He missed seeing the 
bubble of spit forming on Aurore's lips. Aurore concentrated, then spat. 
Her aim was dead center, landing direcly between Mikey's eyes. He flailed 
with surprise under Aurore's feet, almost knocking her off his chest. 
"Whoa, whoa, hold still. You still have two more to go. Get used to it" 
Aurore said with little concern for the boy under her feet. "So, who's 
next?" she asked as she stepped off.
Ami volunteered. She gingerly placed one socked foot where Aurore had 
stepped, and with her assistance, stepped up on Mikey's chest. Mikey 
grimaced with pain, but he kept his face and head perfectly still. "Aim for 
the chin" came the next announcement. Ami concentrated,, then slowly let 
the spit bubble out of her mouth. It caught him on the chin, but oozed down 
to his throat. Ami winced a little. "I guess my aim is off. Will they let 
us have a do-over?" she asked Aurore, who shook her head. "That was a nice 
try. I guess you need some practice." was Aurore's reply as Ami stepped 
off.
Next up was Henrietta. She planted her foot directly on his chest and 
stepped up without assistance. She stared down at the poor, gasping boy 
under her feet. He was looking back at her with a combination of pain, 
exaustion, and a little worry on his face. "Don't worry, I washed my feet 
twice before coming out here" she told him. "Go for the forehead" was the 
next target announced. "You shouldn've be so quick to volunteer for these 
things" she told him with a hint of a smile on her face. Mikey gave a weak 
smile in return, and nodded his head. Henrietta suddenly felt a rush of 
emotions for the boy: Amusement at his predicament, sympathy for his 
position, respect for his ability to tolerate what was happening. Mostly, 
it was pity. She liked him, and she was about to spit on his face!
"Hello, HENRY" came a voice from across the way. Henrietta HATED that 
nickname, and she hated the girl who delivered the insult more: Karin. She 
was standing on the chest of a fairly fat boy, her hair in perfect pigtails, 
with an absolutely perfect bow in her hair and perfect pleats in her skirt. 
Her boots and her striped socks were perfectly placed by each other next to 
the fat kid. Henrietta noticed Karin's fingernails and toenails were 
painted bright red, and were clenching the boy's chest like talons. That IS 
a killer pedicure, she thought to herself. "This one's for YOU" Karin 
announced, then she cleared her throat. Suddenly, without an announcement, 
she spat an enormous wad of phlegm directly on the fat kid's forehead. It 
splattered, and trickled down the side of his head.
Henrietta was furious. She spat, landing a gob of spittle directly on 
his forehead. Without even thinking of Mikey, she took the ball of her 
foot, placed it on the gob of spit, and started twisting it directly into 
Mikey's forehead. "And THIS is for YOU" she shot back at Karin. Karin gave 
them all a wicked little smirk, and stepped down from the fat boy's chest. 
"I'll see you later today" she promised Henrietta with a deadly certainty. 
She picked up her shoes and socks and stalked off with her two friends in 
tow behind her, leaving the fat boy laying on the ground.
Henrietta stepped off Mikey quickly. She reached her hand down to him. 
"I'm SO SORRY about that" she said with true sorrow in her voice. "I hope 
I didn't hurt you". Mikey sputtered a bit, and was a little unsteady 
sitting up. "Wh-WHY were you so mean?" he asked. "Why is everyone so mean 
here?"
Ami answered "That's an entire story in itself. Tell you what, we'll 
explain everything to you, if you'll give each of us a little foot rub".

End of Part THREE