A very ordinary woman

I surrender

As beautiful as the shoes were, they were also little feet killers. When they came home from Ceasar's Palace the next night, Céline was limping.

"You'd think that for a thousand bucks, they could add a little more comfort," Evy muttered as she helped Céline get out of the car. Céline groaned when her feet hit the floor.

"I should've known better!"

Right inside the door, Evy crouched as Céline leaned against the wall, and peeled the shoes off her feet. She held one foot and looked at it for a minute.

"Blood?" Asked her boss.

"I don't see any."

Céline carefully walked over the shiny hardwood floor straight to her bedroom. Evy followed with her bags, took out the washing, and put her phone on the charger next to the bed. She heard the shower turn on in the bathroom.

"Céline? Do you want some cream for your feet later?"

"Yes, please! Thanks, Chéri!"

Evy went around the house putting things away and tidying up. She knew her way around by now. She found Marianne and her husband on the patio outside the large living room, sipping wine and gazing at the stars. They talked for a moment, and then Evy went back to Céline's bedroom. She knocked and waited for an answer before she went in.

The bedroom was huge. It was probably bigger than Evy's apartment in LA. Céline was in the bathroom, squeezing her hair dry with a towel, wearing a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms that were too long for her, and a camisole in the same color. Evy hesitated outside the doorway.

"How are your feet now?"

"It will be fine," Céline sighed. "Just a little rough right now."

She carefully walked out of the bedroom and to the sofa, sat down, and held out her hand for the cream that Evy was holding.

A vibrating sensation shot through Evy's belly. She sat down on the other end of the sofa and patted her lap.

"Mais non! You don't have to do that, come here."

Céline tried to grab the tube of cream, but Evy held it out of reach.

"You worked hard! You deserve some pampering."

Céline huffed but didn't need more convincing to put her feet on Evy's lap.

"You worked too."

"I didn't wear little torture devices on my feet."

Evy looked over Céline's feet. Shockingly, no blisters, maybe the shoes were too tight to even chafe. There were deep dark lines where the shoe had been, and one of her heels was bright red. She spread some cream over her hands and started to gently massage the foot.

Céline let out a strangled sigh and fell back against the cushions. Evy's belly flopped and a smile spread over her face. When both feet were creamed, she massaged each of them extensively.

The room was half dark and silent. The small sounds of relief Céline made, made the moment unintentionally sensual. Evy enjoyed it way too much, and at the same time felt a little guilty for doing so.

Céline's whole body had gone slack on the sofa when Evy stopped. She washed her hands in the bathroom.

"I can't get up," Céline feigned helplessness and held out her hands. Evy pulled her up from the sofa, and Céline seamlessly turned it into a hug.

"Thanks, Evy, you are so good at that." She leaned back and patted one finger against Evy's cheek. "Maybe you shouldn't have shown off this skill, I might want it all the time!"