A Night at the Dive Bar

Angel likes to get dolled up and go out to her favorite dive bar to see how many losers try and pick her up. She loves shooting them down and crushing their pathetic hopes. She has come to expect that these men will tell her she is pretty, that she has a hot body and that she is sexy. What she doesn’t expect is that she will be fucking someone in the bathroom stall of the club that night. But that is exactly what happens when she meets a man who recognizes a foot queen when he sees one and knows that the way to her heart is through her soles.

The night starts like any other. Angel spends time getting ready, applying her makeup just right and slipping into her favorite little black dress. She knows she looks good, and she’s out to make sure everyone else knows it too. She walks into the bar, heads turn, and she smirks to herself, knowing that she’s got their attention.

The first few guys approach her with the same old lines. “Can I buy you a drink?” “You’re the hottest girl in here.” “What’s your name?” Angel brushes them off with ease, barely giving them a second glance. She’s here for the thrill, not for a cheap pick-up line.

Then, he walks in. There’s something different about him, a confidence that doesn’t reek of arrogance. He catches her eye and smiles, but he doesn’t rush over like the others. Instead, he orders a drink and leans against the bar, his eyes never leaving hers.

Intrigued, Angel walks over to him. “See something you like?” she asks, her voice laced with challenge.

“Maybe,” he replies, his gaze dropping to her feet. “Nice heels. They’d look even better wrapped around my neck.”

Angel raises an eyebrow, surprised. This is new, she thinks to herself. She’s used to guys trying to impress her with cheap compliments and pick-up lines, not ones that zero in on her foot fetish.

“And what makes you think I’d be interested in that?” she asks, taking a sip of her drink.

He leans in, his voice low. “Because you’re standing taller, your breath hitched, and your pupils dilated. You’re interested, alright. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

Angel puts her glass down, her mind made up. ” Follow me,” she says, turning towards the bathrooms. He follows her, his eyes never leaving her body.

Once inside the bathroom stall, Angel doesn’t waste any time. She hikes up her dress, revealing her bare legs. He drops to his knees, his hands running up her calves, his lips following suit.

Angel braces herself against the stall wall, her head rolling back as he worships her feet, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. This is what she’s been craving, what she’s been waiting for all night. She can feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to his touch.

He looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re a foot queen, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” she breathes out, her body trembling with anticipation. “And you’re my king for tonight.”

The night ends not with a whimper, but with a bang. Angel leaves the bathroom, her body sated, her mind clear. She had come expecting the usual losers, but she had found something else entirely. She smirks to herself, knowing that tonight was anything but usual.