The Nationals, Part 3

"Oh, crap. Oh, CRAP!" Cindy was muttering to herself as the three girls ran across the parking lot. "Ms. Seto will absolutely KILL us if we're late." One of her shoes came off at that moment. Cindy quickly retrieved it, then removed her other shoe to run barefoot across the parking lot. "It's just quicker this way" she explained to Zoë and Henrietta as she flew past them. Zoë followed Cindy's lead, but Henrietta just followed along behind them, her sneakers making little "flap-flap" sounds as she ran.

Once inside, Cindy and Zoë were busy wiping parking lot grit and grime from their soles before replacing their shoes and socks. Henrietta tugged her sneakers back on, and did a quick primp job on her hair. "So, how do we look?" she asked Cindy and Zoë. All three looked a bit sweaty, but not the worse for wear. "Man, I hope I luck out and find a boy into dirty soles" Cindy whispered as they headed back to the Convention Center. Henrietta was relieved to hear Zoë giggle at that, as it meant the crisis from last night was over, at least for now. Arm in arm, with Henrietta in the middle, they walked inside.

Nothing seemed to have changed, as it still looked like organized chaos. Two larger teens were lying on the ground, and two teams were removing their shoes to stand on them. What looked like a circle jerk was taking place in the center of the floor, with a dozen boys lying under the chairs, and the girls moving from chair to chair, working on each boy in turn. Henrietta was stunned to see what looked like three boys SITTING on the chairs, instead of in their place under the girls' feet. One lucky lad was laying on the floor, with one whole team sitting above him, six on either side, using him as a foot rest while the girls chatted and discussed strategy with their instructor, who rested her feet on the lad's face. Head of the class, Henrietta thought. Everyone else was just milling around watching the action. Henrietta noticed a few girls taking notes, Michelle and Tina included among them.

Mai, Kari, and Miko ran up to Henrietta's group. "They're trying to see how many girls each guy can take over there." She pointed to the two teens on the floor, each with one whole team of twelve girls standing around them. "They managed one whole team each, and now they're just going to keep adding girls, one at a time, until one of them gives up" Kari explained. "We're going to help out. You want to come along?" Miko asked the girls. "Like I said, I hope the one I get is into dirty soles" Cindy whispered as they followed their three friends over to where the boys lay.

Shoes and socks off, Henrietta and her team mates stood between the two teens, along with a dozen other volunteers. One girl, acting as unofficial referee, made a slight whistling sound, and each team of twelve stepped up with no hesitation onto their human floor mats. One on each shin, one on each thigh, one on each arm, one on each upper arm and shoulder, one near the crotch, one on the stomach, one on the chest, and finally one girl took her place directly on their faces, heels on the forehead and resting their toes on his chin. Henrietta marveled at the team work and balance shown by the two teams. There was a brief pause while each girl found their balance and footing on the bodies of these larger boys.

"Okay, two more on each of them" the unofficial referee said. Four girls, Kari among them, broke off from the group and headed for the teens. Kari and another girl stepped up on the legs, straddling their knee caps. A little wobbling, but they found their footing soon enough. "Alright, somebody light for the crotch" said the referee. Miko and Zoë headed for their respective teen floor mats. Using the other girls for support, they stepped up. Henrietta noticed Miko's boy was so large that she was actually balancing on his penis, instead of flattening it down. "Two more on either side of them" was the next instruction. Cindy and Mai headed for Zoë's boy, while two Hispanic girls headed for Miko's. Henrietta was happy to see Mai and Cindy helping balance Zoë on his thighs and crotch. Nice to see team work in action, she thought with a smile.

"Impressive! Seventeen girls on each guy HAS to be some kind of record!" exclaimed the referee. Numbers eighteen and nineteen took their places on each of their respective abdomens and chests. There were some straining sounds and grunts from under the feet of the girls, but neither teen boy tapped out. "I guess we're going for twenty" announced the referee, and Henrietta headed over to the closest teen, the one Miko was also standing on. She placed one foot on his neck. The muscles and tendons made his neck feel like a tightly stretched cable under her bare sole. She moved her foot over to his upper chest, and then stepped up. She rested the ball of her other foot on his chin. "Well, this is scary impressive, isn't it?" she remarked to the face standing girl, who just nodded, then squealed "Oh, no! You're Henrietta, aren't you?" She turned to the face standing girl, and finally recognized her. "Hey, Tiffany! I haven't seen you since last years' quarter-finals!" she said. "How's your sister?" The reply was directly in Henrietta's other ear. "I'm on your other side!" She turned towards the girl. "Crystal! Glad to see you both made it!" Both girls laughed at this. "I don't go anywhere without my twin sister, you know" Tiffany replied. "Best team in the state!" responded Crystal.

There was another brief shuffle as each teen tried for number twenty-one. Henrietta's boy barely tolerated the placement of one foot before he started tapping out. The girls quickly stepped off the defeated teen, while number twenty-one managed to stand full weight on the other boy before he too started tapping. While the two teens lay on the mat, choking and gasping for air, the girls held their own little reunion.

"So, these are the twins you mentioned?" Kari asked Henrietta. "It's kind of hard to miss us" Crystal replied. "There aren't too many twins in these competitions, so we do stand out" continued Tiffany. Henrietta stepped back, up on the stomach of one of the teens, to get a better look at her old friends. They were both fairly tall, with shoulder length red hair held up in pony tails. Their uniform was a one-piece black dress, which looked athletic and yet dressy at the same time. "You haven't changed a bit either" said Tiffany. "Still can't resist getting a boy under your feet, can you?" Henrietta smiled and nodded in agreement.

She felt a small tap on her shoulder. Zoë stepped up next to Henrietta and asked her "Is there a difference when you're a twin? I wouldn't think there'd be much of a difference. Maybe just like working with your sister." Crystal answered for Henrietta: "We tend to think alike, so when we're doing team ashikoki, we each know what the other is thinking. We just work so much better together." Tiffany snickered a bit. "Looks like Henrietta isn't the only one who likes walking all over the boys" she said as she pointed to Zoë, who just blushed and nodded.

"So, you must have some cool stories to tell" Kari piped up. "Yes, we met last year in the quarter-finals" Henrietta answered. "Yeah, we'll be the first to admit, we got very lucky" Tiffany continued. "We got a fresh bottom, and you and your team mate, Aurore, got some worn out boy." Henrietta remembered that match well enough. "Yeah, I don't think you even had to take his shorts down. The twins laughed together. "A little toe caress on his face, and a little nipple squeeze, and he blasted off right then and there" explained Crystal. "Don't get us wrong, these things just happen. We were very lucky, and you know it" continued Tiffany. Henrietta knew from experience how these things happened, and they were right, of course.

Just then, Tina and Michelle ran up to the little group. "They're getting another round-robin group together for a little informal workout. You all want to join us?" asked Tina. "Sure, why not? It'll give us a chance to talk over old times and to see what we've each picked up in the past year" Henrietta replied. The entire group was in agreement, so they started over towards the large circle of chairs. While picking up her sneakers and socks, Henrietta noticed the three boys sitting on the chairs again. One was casually dressed in gym clothes and flip-flops. One fairly prissy boy was actually wearing a dress shirt, sweater vest and khaki shorts with leather Dockside shoes. The third boy really caught her eye. He was wearing a backwards cap, red t-shirt with a large green "X" on it, long blue-jean shorts, and battered high-top sneakers. Well, this has certainly taken an interesting turn, she thought as she headed for the circle. I wonder what their story is.

THE END of Part 3