Title: Business Opportunities
Comm by: Anonymous
Categories: Gremlins 2: A New Batch (1990)
Characters: Marla Bloodstone, Billy Peltzer
Actors: Haviland Morris (Marla Bloodstone), Zach Galligan (Billy Peltzer)
Cameo(s): None
Tags: F/m, Foot Fetish, Foot Worship, Tickling, Footjob, Public, Exhibitionism
Beta: SimplylovinIt
Started: 28/09/2023
Finished: 13/11/2023
Public: 14/12/2023
Billy nervously drummed the vermillion-clothed table while waiting for Marla - a friend (maybe? It was hard to tell with her sometimes), and work superior. He casually looked around the dimly lit restaurant. There weren't many people in the space, but it still felt crowded due to the furniture and Canadian-themed decorations. The small circular tables were interspersed by taxidermy bears and beavers, while giant moose heads filled the wall space - one even leaning over Billy's table.
Distracted by the space and the accouterments, Billy missed the entrance of the patron he had been waiting for.
Marla adjusted her glasses as she entered the restaurant. She spotted Billy immediately and made a beeline for his quaint little table.
"Hello, Mr. Peltzer," purred the teasing voice Billy immediately recognised.
The dark-haired artist looked around nervously as his boss pulled out the opposing seat. Her wild, fiery hair embraced her face, a curtain obscuring the right side - something she felt made her look sexy and mysterious; she was right. She wore her regular business attire, having come straight from the office. Dressed in a grey blazer with padded shoulders with a matching smart ankle-length skirt with a long slit reaching up to her knees, showing off her long, slender, nylon-clad legs, ending in high-heeled pumps.
"Miss Bloodstone," Billy greeted nervously.
She sat down and edged her seat forward.
A waitress quickly approached their table as though obeying a secret cue. She wore a black button-up blouse that hugged her chest tightly, a black skirt hidden mainly by a white pinafore with a large pocket for her notepad, and dark nylons with black flats.
"Right, can I get you guys started with some drinks, eh?" The waitress asked with a false Canadian accent her boss made all the servers use.
Billy opened his mouth but was cut off by the fiery-haired businesswoman before his words even started to form. Marla ordered them a 'bottle of red' for them to share, and the waitress left them just as quickly as she had appeared.
Her gaze shifted to Billy, her vibrant, pale blue eyes almost predatory in how she stared at him through her domineering frames. The younger bachelor swallowed nervously as he felt a flutter in his abdomen.
"Err, isn't it a bit early for-"
"Oh, Billy, you're so funny; there's no such thing as too early for a glass of premier red," Marla laughed.
She inched her seat further under the table and crossed one leg over the other, the toe of her dark pump inadvertently poking the inside of Billy's ankle, causing him to flinch in his seat.
"So Billy, how long have you been working at Clamp Enterprises?" Marla asked, leaning forward on the seat and resting her chin in the nook of her hands as she rested her elbows on the table. The curve of her bosom shifting less than an inch from the tablecloth.
The crotch of Billy's smart trousers became tighter as the inflexible fabric lifted into a taut tent. The dark, cosy table, combined with the phantom imprint of Marla's shoe, was making him more sensitive to her innocent gestures and movements.
"Err…just six months," Billy answered, his cheeks warming with a faint blush. Worries that he had taken too long to answer or that his voice sounded off made his heart tremble.
"Mmm, only six months, and you've already made an impression with Daniel Clamp. You've got a future with this company, Billy," Marla purred, the corners of her mouth lifting into a predatory smile.
"Y-You think so?" Billy asked, forcing his mind back onto work-related topics rather than ones that would land him a meeting with HR. The exotic spice of Marla's perfume was not helping.
"One bottle of House Red."
Billy nearly jumped out of his skin when the waitress reappeared with a silver bucket in one arm and a pair of wine glasses in the other hand. Marla leaned back, the scent of her perfume weakening as the waitress placed the bucket containing the bottle and ice between them and placed a glass in front of either party.
"Th-thank you," Billy said nervously.
He could feel his cheeks getting hotter.
The waitress gave him a customer service smile and poured them both a glass of wine.
"Is there anything I can get you to eat, or would you like a few minutes?"
Billy was about to ask for a few more minutes - in truth, he hadn't even looked at the menu yet - when Marla again beat him to it.
"We'll have the stuffed mushrooms, oh you'll love them, Billy, they are to die for…and we can see what we feel like afterwards," Marla interjected with her trademark laughter, though the way she had said that last part made Billy squirm in his seat. He tried to pass it off by adjusting his seat.
The waitress left the table again, leaving the brown leather-bound menus on the table.
Marla took a large sip of her wine, and her shoulders visibly relaxed as though a weight had been lifted from them. She leaned back in her chair, her crossed legs slipping forward and allowing the toe of her pump to stroke the front of Billy's leg.
"So Billy, did you always know that you wanted to be an artist?"
"Well, I always knew I like to draw," Billy said, his voice becoming calmer at the more relaxed topic even as he felt the fabric of his trouser leg where Marla had grazed him pressed into his leg as if unwilling to forget the erotic feel.
"Even as a kid, I used to draw comic strips; I had this box of crayons-"
Again, Billy found himself cut off by his superior's domineering laugh.
"I had crayons too, and when I was four years old, I was using them to write memos for the other children. Even then, I knew," Marla laughed, taking another sip of her wine.
"That's really something," Billy said quietly, not quite believing her - though the image of a four-year-old girl with wild red hair and big glasses handing out memos was really adorable.
Feeling himself start to relax, Billy took a sip of his wine. It was fruity and had a sweet flavour with a slightly bitter aftertaste. Not something he'd order himself, but it would be rude to refuse Marla's choice.
"Isn't it? You know Billy, this is nice; we're finally getting to know each other. You can't do that in an office," Marla said.
"Well, there, it's all business and work," Billy agreed.
"All too true, Billy and it's clear you and me are going to be working very close together from now on."
"It is?"
"Well, of course, now that you have Mr. Clamp's attention, you're going to be raising the ranks very quickly, and you're going to need my guidance," Marla explained, her words almost falling over each other to escape her red lips.
"Wow…" Billy said, his eyes widening as he imagined himself looking out the window of a high office over the city with Marla at his side, his money worries a thing of the past.
"Mmhmm, and when friends and business join forces, anything can happen," Marla said, and Billy suddenly felt something warm and firm press into his crotch, making him jump in his seat.
He looked down, eyes wide, to see Marla's now shoeless, dark nylon-clad foot pressing into his crotch. She felt so warm. So firm. His hard member throbbed against her sole, desperate to burst through the tight confines of his pants.
His zipper had even slipped down a little.
—
"M-Miss Bl-Bloodstone," Billy stammered, his erection throbbing against his boss's hot sole on its own accord.
"No need to be so formal, Billy; after all, we're not in the office anymore," Marla said teasingly, scrunching her toes as she annunciated her final words, drumming the tip of his tent - eliciting more euphoric drums against her foot. It was like a little massage.
Marla lifted her glass and took a slow, deliberate sip, giving Billy's tent a slight squeeze, making it twitch and throb.
Billy swallowed, and his hand slid down his thigh and towards his crotch. He could feel the heat coming off his boss's foot like a campfire in winter. He wanted more than anything to unzip his pants the rest of the way and let Marla…
He swallowed again. He couldn't take it out here. They were in public. She was his boss. But still, another temptation gnawed at Billy's mind, and as his hand slid down his thigh, he gave in.
Marla jolted in her seat, her foot pressing harshly into his crotch as Billy slid his finger along the underside of her foot. Sparks of sensation jolted through her sole, making her toes curl as though trying to crush his length.
Marla bit her lip as squeals of laughter tried to erupt from her lips. She tried to pull her foot back, but Billy grabbed her ankle while his other hand continued its assault, his wriggling fingers dancing over her sensitive wrinkles, exploring each crevice.
Billy grinned as Marla squirmed in her seat. Her foot twisted this way and that as it tried in vain to escape. Her nylons were so soft; they were a little damp and clung to her foot like a second skin. Billy could tell even through the fabric that Marla took great care of her feet.
"Haha, oh God, Billy," Marla laughed, giving her foot another light tug, but still Billy kept hold and continued his assault, his artistic fingertips finding the super-sensitive flesh between her toes.
"Oh God, mercy!" she laughed.
Billy flinched at the sudden rise in her volume and felt the eyes of the other patrons falling on them.
Abruptly, he let go of her foot, and Marla withdrew, her breathing still shuddering from her fit of giggles.
"Sorry, Miss-" Billy began, averting his gaze. He had definitely overstepped and had gone too far.
"Marla," she corrected, "and don't apologise, Billy. Had I known you were so bold, I'd have invited you out to dinner much sooner."
"Wha…"
"Now tell me, Billy," Marla began, leaning forward in her seat again - Billy felt a pang of disappointment, the realisation of the foot fun at an end plaguing his mind. "Are you into feet?"
Billy flinched, his mouth opening in shock.
Marla's laughter again filled the table, and Billy felt her shoeless foot stroke the inside of his leg.
"That reaction says it all. I wasn't sure if you were just shy and panicked, but now…" Marla let her words trail off as her foot rose to prod Billy's inner thigh.
Billy had gone completely red, and his pants felt like they were about to burst. Shifting in his seat, Billy readjusted his discomfort .
Marla's sly grin grew.
"So, how long have you been into feet?" Marla asked, stroking the entire length of Billy's inner leg, letting her foot rise to his knee before sliding back down and starting its slow journey anew.
"W-Well…"
What was he supposed to say to that?
"Have you been a naughty boy? Sneaking glimpses of my feet in the office?"
Oh, she was having fun now.
"Have you been pinching shoes?"
"No," Billy said abruptly, surprising Marla.
He hesitated and swallowed. His mind floundered desperately for something to say, but now all he could think of was his boss's sexy, hot foot sliding up and down his leg. He wanted to drop to his knees, take her foot in his hand, inhale her scent, tickle her sole, and suck those sexy toes.
Silence fell between the two, Billy's eyes glued to the table, until he felt another poke between his thighs. His legs opened reflexively, and he looked back up.
"Sorry if I touched a nerve there, Billy, but if you let me, I'll make it up to you."
"Wha?"
Marla's grin grew, and she withdrew her foot.
"Let's play a game."
"A game?"
"Mmhmm, go under the table, and I'll let you do whatever you want to my feet, and I won't let on what you're doing."
"The table…"
"Mmhmm, unless you don't want to play with my tired feet?"
"No…err but what about…" Billy was at a loss for words and found himself only able to indicate to the rest of the room with his eyes.
"Oh, don't be a drama queen, Billy, no one's looking," Marla laughed - as though she didn't refer to the slightest hiccup as a nuclear disaster.
Billy conspiratorily looked around. She was right. All the other patrons were either talking to each other or tucking into their respective meals. He looked back at Marla, and she raised her eyebrows as she looked back at him.
"Do you want to play Billy?"
Billy swallowed dryly and shyly slid his chair back. The screech of the legs made his heart jump into his throat. Redfaced, he looked around. Still, no one paid them any attention.
"Don't keep a lady waiting, Billy," Marla teased.
Billy tried to smile but was too scared that someone would look over and see what he was about to do. He even felt like he was moving slower than normal as he slid off his chair to kneel on the floor. Every second, he was certain someone would look over and catch him.
Billy pushed the curtain-like cloth aside and crawled under the table.
As the fabric closed behind him, Billy found himself in near darkness as the dim lights of the restaurant failed to illuminate much of the space beneath the table. But even in the low light, he could clearly see Marla's slender legs, one crossed over the other, clad in dark nylons, dark red toes grinning at him.
Her shoeless foot bobbed in place, tempting him to come near.
Billy inched forward, flinching when his fingers brushed something. Looking down, he saw his boss's discarded shoe. He couldn't make out the inside of the dark leather confines, but the illusionary image of the well-worn insole made his cock throb. His pants felt really tight.
He looked back at Marla's foot and was surprised to see her toes barely an inch from her face. Marla must have scooted her seat forward without him noticing.
Leaning back to sit on his leg, Billy carefully took hold of Marla's proferred foot. She flinched a little at his touch. It was so cute, like how she'd squirmed when he tickled her. He ran the tip of his index finger beneath her toes, smiling when they curled, and her whole leg shuddered in response.
Billy loved seeing how a woman's foot danced when they were tickled. But still, it would be a waste to only tickle her foot when he had such an opportunity. She had said he could do anything he wanted to them after all.
'Whatever you want'
The words made his mouth dry.
Billy inhaled through his nose to calm his frantic heart. The light scent of her foot curled into his nostrils and made his cock beg for release in more ways than one. She smelled like vanilla lotion, diluted by the slightest hint of vinegar.
He lifted her foot and leaned in. The natural heat from her foot peppered his lips as he pressed them against the tops of Marla's toes. They scrunched beneath his kiss. The faint feeling of moisture decorating his mouth made him squirm.
He really wished he could take his pants off. They were so tight. Billy angled Marla's foot back and began to shower her hot sole in kisses, her taste growing stronger with each one.
Her toes curled, attempting to grip his forehead as Marla suppressed her giggles. Billy smirked. She was so ticklish. He let his tongue flick out and swipe along the groove of one of her wrinkles.
Marla inhaled sharply, and her foot lashed out on reflex, weakly slamming into Billy's face, flattening his nose.
There was a sudden clatter.
"Here we go. Have you had a chance to peruse the menu as far as your mains?" the polite accented voice of the waitress asked. Billy glanced to the side and froze.
Beneath the hem of the table curtain was a pair of black flats and dark nylon-clad feet winking at him from within. The waitress was back. And she was right next to the table. What if she saw him?
"Yes, we'll have two medium rare steaks, with mash and gravy on the side," Marla answered without missing a beat. No one would ever think that there was someone at her feet - with her foot pressing against their face.
"Very good, we'll have that out when it's ready. Enjoy," the waitress said, and her feet turned to leave.
Billy's heart began to slow, calming - though the same could not be said for his cock, nearly being caught at Marla's feet. He'd nearly bust a nut in his pants.
Ting
Billy flinched at the sudden sound. His eyes flicked to the side - his face glued to the warm sole of his boss - a manicured, scarlet-nailed hand reached down, and the dark curtain fluttered to the side to reveal the beautiful face of his concerned boss.
Her face quickly turned relieved when she saw she hadn't hurt him with that kick. She picked up the dropped utensil and returned to her stuffed mushrooms.
Her dainty foot began to grind against his face as if trying to imprint her scent onto his face. His cock throbbed. He couldn't take it anymore, the slight domination mixing with the edging driving him past the limit.
Billy grabbed her ankle with his hands, and she flinched at the sudden contact. His tongue slid out from his mouth, and he began to lick every inch of her foot, her salty flavour making his mouth sing, and the way her foot wriggled and toes scrunched - as well as the quiet grunts as Marla tried not to laugh - made him throb, his cock finding the harsh tension of his pants enough to stimulate the head with every minute movement.
Marla squirmed in her seat, her lips pinched together. Billy's tongue was driving her crazy. If this was him in public, she couldn't wait to see what he did back at her place.
The tip of his tongue found the underside of her toes. She scrunched them on reflex, accidentally capturing him. His tongue began to squirm and wriggle, trying to escape, sending sparks of pleasure and euphoria. It was getting hard to breathe as her suppressed laughter filled her lungs.
Getting desperate, she slid her other foot from the hot confines of her shoe and lashed out, easily finding his crotch. He was so hard. His covered tip displaced her toes.
Mmm, what she wouldn't do with that later.
She increased the pressure, squeezing his tip. The licking stopped, and she heard a muffled moan from beneath the table, muffled further as Billy took all her toes into her mouth and began sucking them.
Marla pressed harder and began to twist and grind her foot.
The stiff member beneath her foot began to shudder, and something warm and wet pressed against her toes - and very sticky.
Marla's eyes widened. Billy stopped sucking. She picked up one of her mushrooms and took a slow bite.
And this was how their date was starting?
She slid her toes from Billy's mouth and dragged them down his shirt, wiping off his saliva before letting it join its sister in his lap. She pressed her feet together, capturing his softening member, the tent slowly shrinking and becoming more malleable.
"Oh, we are going to have fun, Billy," Marla whispered.