FJFest, Part SIX

This one has an introduction to the other members of the squad, as well as

more back story (f/f trample!), and the team’s efforts to revive Mikey!

The squad carried Mikey to their resting place under the tree, and laid

him on the ground. Lori and Tina went off to find another bench, Zoë and

Michelle went to get some clean rags and water, and the other girls stood

around Henrietta while she desperately rubbed his back and shoulders.

“Perhaps one of us could walk on his back?” offered Miko, an adorably tiny

and talented exchange student from Japan. Henrietta shook her head. “I

think he’s had enough of our feet for one day” she replied. “If nothing

else works, we’ll try it.”

Lori and Tina returned with the extra bench. Lori was one of the newer

members of the ashikoki squad. She was also the star on the basketball

team, but she felt she needed a workout to improve her footwork on the

basketball court, so she joined the team. Tina always liked being thought

of as dramatic and mysterious, so she kept part of her red hair combed over

one eye. She was certainly eccentric enough, even more so than Ami, but

very talented with her feet.

Zoë returned with some old towels. She was the youngest and smallest,

easily a head shorter than Henrietta. She kept her dark hair tied in twin

tails with red ribbons, which made her appear even younger than she was.

Still, she was a valuable member of the team, and everybody treated her like

a kid sister. Following behind Zoë was Michelle, the third red-head on the

team. She was quiet but likable. She enjoyed learning new tricks.

Henrietta noticed how she studied Ami and Mai’s chest and stomach stand

during the doubles competition. She was carrying a bucket of water. “If

nothing else,” she offered, “we could dump it on his head.” Most of the

girls laughed at that. Even Henrietta smiled a bit before shaking her head

again. “Actually, that’s to clean us up. My feet are a little sticky.”

She lifted her foot to show grass sticking to the sole. “I’m sure most of

yours are as well.” Cindy nodded, and then stated “I’ll go get our shoe

bags” as she ran off. She was occasionally called “Cindy Brady” because of

her resemblance to the TV character. Her naturally blonde curly hair was

tied up in pigtails exactly like her TV namesake. Her footwear of choice

was also very “Cindy Brady”: black leather slip-ons and white lace ankle

socks.

Danae was her partner, and the most obvious example of opposites

working well together. She kept her dark hair short, with red streaks

running through it. She seemed to do all her clothes shopping at Hot Topic,

because she was the most Goth girl on the team. Even her team footwear was

extreme: black sneaker boots and pink and black knee-highs. Despite her

Goth appearance, she was also very talented with a foot-job, as she was

heading to the semi finals. She asked “So, what do we do if we can’t get

him ready? He looks like he’s had enough for one day.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have him ready” came the reply from Kari. The

girliest of the girls on the team, she had been a cheerleader, until she

fell from the top of a pyramid and twisted her ankle. The ashikoki team

gave her legs and feet a good workout, or so she said. Another natural

blonde, she almost looked like Aurore’s twin sister, except for her

ponytail. She, too, was headed for the semi finals.

As if to prove Kari right, Mikey raised himself up from the ground. He

looked a bit unsteady as a couple of girls helped him to the bench.

“Wh-what’s going on?” he asked weakly. “Who are all of you?” Henrietta

gently lowered him back down. “Just relax and sit back a bit” she

instructed him. “You’ve had a rough day, and it’s not completely over yet.”

He stretched back out on the ground, but lifted his head again. The girls

were busy washing their feet from either the saliva from the foot licking or

the come from the foot-job. He put his head back down, and Henrietta

noticed this. “See, I told you we keep our feet clean”. She stuck one foot

directly in front of his face. “You could lick it, it’s that clean.”

“Hey,” piped Zoë, “You promised to tell us about you and Karin. What

happened between you two?” Ami interjected “Yeah, I know she’s a pain to

everyone, but she seems to REALLY hate you. It must be a very interesting

story.” The rest of the girls paused from either cleaning their feet or

donning their shoes to look over at Henrietta, who just shrugged. “If you

really want to hear my story, fine. Gather around.”

Henrietta had missed school picture day due to an illness. On the

make-up day, she dressed up in a perfectly starched blouse and bow, with a

matching plaid skirt. Her black Mary Janes were shined to perfection and

her black thigh-high stockings were brand new, without a tear or run in

them. Her hair was held back by a new hair band. She looked good and she

felt good as well. On her way to the photo shoot, she decided to take a

shortcut through the gymnasium.

On the mat were another living sea of boys, from the other class. On

one end of the gym, a large group of girls were getting ready to march

across them, removing their shoes and socks. Henrietta heard a voice yell

“Hey, fancy girl, what do you think you’re doing?” She turned towards the

speaker. It was Karin, a totally spoiled rotten kid from the other class.

She had her own little clique surrounding her, and they were all looking at

Henrietta like dogs looking at a fresh steak. Karin then said “You can’t

just waltz through here just like that.” Henrietta turned around and tried

to leave, but a couple of Karin’s larger girlfriends stepped in front of

her. Karin just condescendingly shook her head at Henrietta. “Nope, you’re

in our gym at our time, so you got to play by our rules.” She pointed at

the boys lying on the mat. “Perhaps a little race? Back and forth across

the boys, and the loser has to lick between each and every one of our toes.

What do you say?” she asked, tapping her bare foot on the gym floor.

Henrietta shrugged. She wasn’t getting out of here any other way, she

noticed. Besides, it might be fun to beat Karin. She was a royal bitch to

everyone, and the idea of Karin licking her toes made her happy inside.

Henrietta unbuckled her Mary Janes and lined up next to Karin at one

end of the gym mat. Just then, another of Karin’s friends joined them.

“Hey, I thought this was a race between you and me” Henrietta exclaimed.

“Then you thought wrong, didn’t you?” Karin replied as she stepped up on the

first boy and started walking. She didn’t even say ready-set-go, Henrietta

thought as she started to step up on a boy’s stomach. The girl next to her

gave a slight shove, and Henrietta stumbled. She staggered a bit on the

boy’s chest, and had to catch herself with one foot on his face. She

gritted her teeth, and started following Karin and Pushy Girl across the

bodies.

Karin was moving quickly, not caring where she stepped. Pushy Girl was

following behind. Henrietta was having a little problem with balance, and

keeping her footing. Her new black thigh-highs were slippery, particularly

when stepping on skin. All the boys had removed their shirts, so the girls

wouldn’t trip over a loose shirt tail. Her stockings slid on their chests

and stomachs, and she couldn’t stay too long on their heads. Finally, she

paused with one foot on a fat boy’s neck and another on someone else’s shin

to catch her breath. “Sorry about this” she murmured to the fat boy as she

loosened her bow. She was starting to perspire through her starched blouse

as well, and her hair band was starting to get soaked with sweat. She

started back up again, stepping from the fat kid’s neck to the side of

another boy’s face.

Karin had reached the end of the mat, but didn’t step off, as she was

supposed to do. Instead, she turned around and stood on two boy’s heads,

impatiently tapping one foot on the side of one’s head. “I thought you were

the best the other class had to offer” she sarcastically commented as she

started back across. Pushy Girl didn’t even make it to the other end of the

mat, but turned where she was and started back. Both girls were heading

towards Henrietta. Karin lowered her shoulder to knock Henrietta down, and

when she dodged it, Pushy Girl put her own arms out. Henrietta found

herself off balance again, stepping all over the boys while she tried to

regain her balance. She stepped on one boys face, and she could feel

something give. When she lifted her foot, a small trickle of blood was

running down the side of his face. Now she had blood on her new stockings!

The boy moaned, and started to cry. “I’m very sorry about that” Henrietta

apologized. Still, she had to finish the race.

She reached the final boy and the end of the gym mat, and stepped off

as she was supposed to do. When she started back, she saw Karin and Pushy

Girl were practically taking a victory lap, slowly and deliberately stepping

on heads and faces. Sudden rage overcame Henrietta, and she started to jump

from one boy to the next, her progress punctuated by loud grunts from the

boys she jumped on. She caught up to Pushy Girl, who was raising one foot

to step down from a fat boy’s stomach. When Pushy Girl had her footing, she

lifted her foot from the fat boy, and Henrietta took her move. She swung

her foot, catching Pushy Girl’s leg on the side. Her foot caught the back

of her other leg, and she started to fall. Pushy Girl stuck her arms out to

catch herself, and caught Karin directly in the middle of her back. Karin

went down as well, but caught herself on her arms before she went head-first

into a boy’s crotch! Henrietta could NOT resist the temptation. She

stepped up on the back of Pushy Girl’s thigh, then her butt, and then her

upper back. From there, she crossed over, stepping on Karin’s thigh and

lower back. Karin was desperately holding herself up from going nose-first

into a crotch. Henrietta slowly placed one stocking foot on the back of

Karin’s head. “Don’t tell me you don’t deserve this” she declared to Karin,

and then stepped up. Karin’s face went directly in the boy’s crotch.

Henrietta actually paused a bit, balancing on the back of Karin’s head on

one foot, savoring this triumphant moment, and making sure she got a good

taste and smell of the boy’s shorts. “Now I got to take a picture looking

like this” she declared as she stepped off Karin’s head and went to the end

of the gym mat. Karin’s friends were shocked speechless as Henrietta

reached the end, quickly grabbed her shoes, and ran out of the gym in her

stocking feet.

“Holy CRAP! That was AMAZING!” exclaimed Cindy. The rest of the girls

nodded, totally speechless. Even Mikey looked shocked at the story. “She

transferred to a private school in the Heights after that didn’t she? No

wonder that bitch hates you” Cindy continued. Henrietta smiled at that.

“You ought to see my class picture from that year” she replied. “I looked

like a total mess.” The girls and Mikey stared at her for a second, and

burst out laughing. “I take it they DIDN’T lick your feet and toes?” asked

Mai, and they all laughed even harder, especially Mikey. “Well, what do you

know?” exclaimed Danae, nudging Mikey with her sneaker boot. “It looks like

our patient has recovered.” Aurore snickered a bit. “Yeah, looks like we

didn’t need to do THIS” she said as she slipped off her sandal and started

poking him with her toe. Mikey giggled some more, and the rest of the girls

joined in, even Henrietta. Mikey tried to cover up, still giggling, but

Henrietta’s foot tickled him on the side of his neck. That got him in

absolute hysterics, and he started rolling back and forth on the ground.

The girls continued to tease him with their feet until the announcement

came: “Five minutes until the second round. Participants, take your

positions.” Henrietta looked down at Mikey. “So, you got one more load in

you?” she asked. Mikey heaved a huge sigh, and nodded. Henrietta reached

into her bag and pulled out a pair of flip-flops. She did one last quick

wipe of her feet with oil and slipped them on. She then reached her hand

down to Mikey, who took it and pulled himself up. She said “Well, let’s get

this done”, and still holding his hand, they went to the playing field, the

rest of the girls following behind.

End of Part SIX