Lester meets a burly out of work construction worker named
Dave at the hardware store. After their small talk turns to boots, Lester
offers to give him a lift home.
They have a few drinks at a local bar, where he confesses
his fetish, only to find out that Dave is more than happy to trample him at a
nearby motel.
Will Lester survive the night with this brutish, steel-toe
boot wearing construction worker?
This 5,900 word erotic boot fetish story includes
boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
He leans in close to me.
“You know, I really liked stepping on you. I got the biggest surge of power doing that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I was feeling
down because of my work situation, but, I don’t know, standing on you like that
was such a rush!” He looks around the
parking lot and sighs. “If only there
was a dumpster we could hide behind or something.”
“There’s a motel over there.
Let’s go see if we can get a room for a couple of hours.”
It’s a seedy little place that definitely has hourly rates. “Sounds fun to me! But I’ll treat this time. You bought me all those beers.”
Dave lingers by the motel entrance as I head to the front
desk. It dawns on me that I am not only a
little drunk, but that the back of my shirt probably has big Ariat boot prints
all over it. Plus, I smell like beer. There’s no way they’ll give me a room.
The man at the counter must be used to people walk-ins who
look trashy because he doesn’t question it.
Rather than reserve a room for a few hours, I go for the nightly rate
and sign with a fake name. I motion for
Dave to follow me after getting the keys.
“I’m gonna go across the street and get us a six pack.”
“Okay. Meet me in
room 5.”
I let myself into the room and decide to give Dave a real
treat. I flick on the lights, rush to
the bathroom and dampen my t-shirt. Then
I go lay down by the door, leaving it unlocked.
When he walks to the room, he finds me lying there with a big smile on
my face and my hands clasped behind my head.
“You should wipe your feet before you come in. This is a classy joint.”
He puts the beer down, quickly closes the door behind him
and bites his lip while looking down at me.
“Fuck yeah, man.”
