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I stood next to the Prague restaurant and finished my last cigarette. Night had long fallen on the city, my skirt was too short and I felt that I was slowly starting to freeze. I've been putting this off for quite some time, it's time to act now.

I crushed the cigarette butt with my foot and went straight to the entrance. Restaurant "Prague" was one of the most expensive and prestigious not only in our city, but, it seems to me, in the whole country. I stood in line for more than two (!) months to get my table. And now, finally, the time has come. Although I had to wait a long time, I at least managed to collect enough money to place an order here. I'm not very versed in all these names of dishes and so on, lucky that their menu was on the website (although, of course, it changes often), I'll just order something that I have at least a rough idea about. And I’m also very thirsty, I’ll order sweet coffee, delicious like cocoa. I couldn’t help myself and licked my lips.

Inside the Prague, although it was crowded, it was very quiet. Relaxing music was playing, probably jazz. The cream of society, influential and rich people gathered here. However, I prepared for this for a very long time, rented an expensive dress, I am sure that no one will suspect my masquerade.

The fact is that, like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the lives of those people who have been much luckier in life. I follow hundreds of millionaires on Instagram (only women, of course), I constantly look at their new photos, stories, videos... I especially like it when they write something like: “Dreams come true,” “You need to work harder ”, “The main thing is to go towards the goal”, etc. I am sure that the vast majority of them are not even aware of how difficult it is for us ordinary people. There are billions of people behind their bubble of absolute comfort, but they don't care at all.

My life was going well, I earned a lot, and had almost no special problems. However, everything changed when I realized in myself this weakness for luxury, for other people’s luxury. The fact is that I myself don’t want to be one of them, one of the celebrities. I just want to be close to them, not stand out, but to help them, sponsor them, serve them... These fantasies completely destroyed my normal life, I became uninterested in absolutely everything. At any free moment, I catch myself thinking that I again dream of being someone’s assistant or cleaning lady. Or, as in this case, I imagined myself in the place of a waitress at the Prague restaurant.

The point is that the waitresses at this restaurant were not only responsible for serving food, but also had to keep the place clean. We were not talking about superficial cleaning; it was necessary to clean thoroughly and every day. This was a place with a reputation and they cared about it above all else. How many stories have I seen on Instagram when some model posed in front of the mirror of one of the restrooms of the Prague restaurant and at that time some waitress-cleaner flashed behind her in her very noticeable work uniform. It was called “contrast”, there is even such a tag. The contrast between rich and poor captured in the same video. While she, a model or influencer with millions of subscribers, was posing in front of the mirror, someone unknown, some inconspicuous gray mouse who was trying to earn at least some kind of life, was next to her, taking out the trash or sweeping, washing dirty floor. Sometimes in these videos the Goddesses (as I call them) couldn’t hold back and laughed straight into the camera, watching the pathetic attempts of the working class to look at least a little presentable. Oh, how many times have I dreamed of hearing such an evil laugh in real life, so that this laughter would be intended specifically for me...

But you don’t need to think of me as someone who does this because she has nothing left in life and she agrees to give herself into slavery to the first person she meets... I repeat, everything in my life is good! No problem at all! For me, today’s outing is something like a hobby that has outgrown the boundaries of mere fantasy. I just want to look at the Goddesses in real life, and not from my phone screen.

Inside the restaurant, a pleasant-looking girl in the very same work uniform that very much resembled the uniform of French maids approached me. She was very sweet, constantly smiling, nodding her head to every word I said. She was probably trying to somehow gain my trust, expecting to receive a tip from me later.

However, as soon as she realized that I was one of those who had been standing in queues for months, the smile immediately disappeared from her lips... She took me to my place and put the menu on the table:

- Look what you would like to order, I will return to you in 3 minutes, - she said and left me.

I immediately felt anxious. This is it, what I have dreamed of for so long. Right now I was in the very environment, in the very place that so often flashed in the Instagram stories of the Goddesses. I started looking around, but very soon I realized that those same Goddesses simply weren’t around. There were old rich people, for some reason this time there were a lot of men... I noticed a couple of beautiful girls, but they didn’t radiate that same “arrogance” energy. They were very normal people. Am I really so unlucky that on the very day I managed to get here, there won’t be anyone here worthy of attention??

Just at that moment, my gaze caught the opening door at the other end of the room, most likely it was the restroom. From there came a girl who 100% fit my ideal of a Goddess. When she came closer, with trembling in my heart I recognized her as Nita, Goddess Nita, whom I had been following for as long as I knew myself! I was a fan of her back in my school years; she then blogged on her YouTube channel, but then she completely transferred her activities to Instagram. I watched all her videos and photos, I have posters of her hanging in my house! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. She was wearing a translucent black dress, I could clearly see her huge breasts and hard nipples. The dress was so thin that you could even see areolas on her tits! I would never in my life be able to have enough self-confidence to wear something like that in public. However, Nita behaved as if she were a real Goddess, for whom earthly laws were not written. She walked with her head held high, a contemptuous gaze that wandered somewhere along the windows or walls of the establishment (she didn’t look at anyone, because she didn’t care). Nothing around her mattered except her person.

For a second, I was daydreaming so much that I didn’t notice that Nita was walking straight towards me! I looked to my right and saw that the table next to me was empty! Will she really sit next to me?

However, at that moment the girl from the service returned:

- Well, did you choose everything you wanted?

- Ummm... yes, numbers 2,5 and 17. And make me a coffee please, lots of sugar and milk.

- 2, 5 and 17, good choice, miss. In a few minutes our waiter will bring you everything you ordered.

I nodded affirmatively to her and took out my phone from my purse, hiding my eyes in it. Nita was already just next to me! She paused for a few seconds, adjusting her dress over her hips. To do this, she needed to bend her back a little, exposing her shiny armpits and part of her sideboob. When I saw this, I could barely restrain myself from falling on my knees in front of her right there, begging to lick her feet.

But soon Nita calmly sat down at the next table and also took out her phone. The food was already on the table, but she didn’t touch anything.

Nita was simply irresistible; ANY woman would envy her body. She had that “rich people tan” as I call it, people who have spent their entire lives in luxury. Of course, she also had a lot of plastic surgery on her body, but that made her even better in my eyes, I'm sure she spent a lot of money on it. I suddenly thought about it and realized that Nita hardly waited in line for two months to get here. She probably just happened to be nearby and decided to stop by for a bite to eat. I’m sure that all the staff secretly dream that Nita would take a short five-second video right now and post it on Instagram. This would be the best advertisement in the world. However, Nita just continued to look at something on her phone. She had a relaxed expression on her face, even the “sharp edges of arrogance” became a little softer. Of course, I loved the version she showed in her photographs more, but now seeing what she was like in person, I started to like her even more. Few people have seen her live and few people know that Nita can be different, and now I knew exactly what she could be when she doesn’t have to pretend on camera. I felt as if this little knowledge elevated me above everyone else many times over.

Very soon they brought me my order and I began to eat slowly, very slowly, but so as not to arouse suspicion. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched what Nita was doing and tried to come up with at least something that would help me somehow get into contact with her. And then, a few minutes later, the opportunity presented itself. Nita, putting the phone on the table, accidentally caught her silver spoon with her hand and it fell to the floor. Fortunately, there was an expensive carpet on the floor and there was no sound, so no one even paid attention to it. I couldn’t allow the Goddess herself to bend down and pick up this spoon from the floor, ESPECIALLY because she would then eat with it! I looked at my table and noticed that until that moment I had only used a fork, but Nita was unlikely to take my spoon for herself. My instincts told me to act. I quickly got up from my seat and bent down in front of Nita, she immediately drew attention to me with her surprised look. Oh, how much I wanted to kneel before her at that moment! However, this would be too suspicious and she would immediately see through me... I picked up her spoon and said:

- I’m just going for a short smoke break, I know that I can do it here, but I love fresh air. Would you like me to take this spoon and tell the waiters to replace it?

I wanted to say something short, but it turned out to be a very long sentence. I didn’t want the Goddess to waste time listening to someone like me for too long. Nita was looking into my eyes at this time, but about halfway she turned her gaze away, returning it to the phone, which she took in her hand again:

- Yes, do it. And quickly.

I was ready to melt on the spot. I awkwardly nodded my head at her (which she didn’t notice) and said “ok.” After these words, I quickly walked away from her, frantically looking for the nearest waiter with my eyes. I came across a young boy:

- Did you want something, Miss?

- Yes, the woman in the dress next to my table dropped her spoon. Could you please replace it as soon as possible, she doesn't like to wait? - I said and put the dirty spoon in his hand.

- Of course, Miss, right away.

I saw how he immediately hurried to the kitchen to carry out my small errand. I stood in place for a few seconds, not daring to go out for a “smoke break” and hurried back, I wanted to tell Nita that I had already done everything and soon they would bring her everything she needed. I approached her, she didn’t react to this at all:

- Everything is ready, now the waiter will bring you a new spoon.

She completely ignored me without even looking up from her phone. I sat down in my seat, my heart ready to jump out of my chest at any moment. I have never been so worried in my life. I am sure that Nita, taking a quick glance at me, immediately recognized the fake in me and the fact that people like me belong here only as service personnel. As soon as she realized this, she decided that there was no need to waste even a glance on me, let alone a word.

Suddenly her phone rang and she raised it to her ear:

- Dixie, where are you?! I've been waiting for you for several minutes! Yes, the place here seems to be good, but I’m bored myself. What? Talk to someone? Are you kidding? You're definitely kidding, I know you. As if I would be talking to anyone here. Get your lazy ass over here and quickly, or you'll get it!

At this time, the waiters quietly, so as not to interrupt the conversation, put down a new spoon and hurried to quickly get out of here.

- Yes, you can leave security outside, I left my boys somewhere in the parking lot, - Nita continued to say, lighting a cigarette. She sat silently for a while, apparently listening to what "Dixie" was telling her. As a result, Nita sighed heavily and said, - Okay, so be it, I’ll wait another ten minutes. If you don’t show up within this time, then I’ll go to your house and stay there, understand?

Even from my place, I heard “Dixie” on the other side laugh loudly. After that, Nita hung up the phone and looked at the food with a apathetic look. She pushed all the plates away from her and took only a glass of some drink in her hand. After taking a few sips she finally frowned and pouted. Suddenly, she turned her gaze directly to me and our eyes met. I hurried to immediately look to the side, but Nita obviously noticed that I was staring at her:

- What are you wearing? You're the cleaning lady here, right? I saw people like you at the entrance. You work here, right?

- Um, I-

- Anyway, I'm bored, cheer me up. Do what you are paid to do.

She looked at me expectantly, clasping her hands together and crossing her beautiful shiny legs. I looked lower and noticed her shoes, for some reason I thought that Nita’s feet might be tired, so I said:

- Um... would you like me to give you a foot massage? Relax a little, free your feet from your shoes?

- Hmm... - she put her index finger on her lower lip, - I walked a lot today, a massage really wouldn’t hurt.

Nita stretched her leg out a little in front of her:

- What are you waiting for, a special invitation? Get on the floor and take off my shoes! You're kind of slow, do you want me to call your boss?

- N-no, Go- (I almost said “Goddess”), sorry for the wait, - I couldn’t allow her to bring someone who actually worked here into this situation, I don't know if I can withstand such shame. I'm sure that people might even start filming me... Foot massage in Prague was a common thing among the staff, so if I just quietly perform it, no one will notice it special attention.

And here I am, quietly kneeling before Goddess Nita... I still couldn’t believe that all this was really happening. Like a dream, I really dreamed of such a situation. I carefully began to unfasten the clasps on Nita’s shoe:

- Should I take off both shoes at once or one at a time? - I asked.

- Both, - she replied, returning her full attention to the phone.

With extraordinary care, as if I was holding the most fragile and valuable thing in the world, I began to remove her black shoes from her beautiful feet. At some point I even felt like a surgeon performing a complex operation. I placed her shoes next to Nita’s chair and began massaging her right foot. She hung it right above my head, so that I couldn’t even normally see the face of my Goddess behind her knee.

As soon as I discovered my love and respect for people who live in luxury, I immediately began to study reflexology, it seemed to me as a logical continuation. After all, if I ever get the chance to massage the feet of a real Goddess, I will try to make sure it is the best massage in her life. Therefore, now I was ready for this. I used the most pleasant techniques on Nita's foot, which I knew for sure would bring maximum pleasure and comfort to the body. Some twenty seconds passed and I felt Nita from above begin to move. She took the phone aside for a moment and said:

- You’re doing well, girl. Keep up the good work.

“Girl,” it seems to me that when I heard what she called me, I came a little on the floor. I suddenly became afraid to get to my feet, because a puddle could form in my place. But thanks to the fact that I was so excited, I immediately became bolder and said:

- Can I tell you something, Miss?

Nita looked at me with a dissatisfied look:

- Speak.

- Um.. I know that you’ve probably already been told about this, but you have incredibly beautiful feet. I believe that they should be massaged at least three times a day, and the one who does the massage gets the most honor. One has to at least pay for the right to be in my place. I am sure that the small amount of money that I have now will only offend you, but I want to at least somehow thank you for allowing me to kneel before you.

I took my wallet out of my inner pocket and put it on Nita’s table. She immediately reached for it, opened it and began counting the money, at some point her face again expressed disgust:

- This was to be expected. You, the working class, survive on meager pennies. So be it, I’ll take this little thing for myself, it will go to feed my dogs, - she returned her bare foot right into my hands, - now continue to massage and don’t distract me. You have 10 more minutes, if what you just said is true, then you need to make every effort to please me as much as possible. Get to work, girl!

As soon as she said the last phrase, raising her voice slightly, I immediately began frantically massaging her soft feet. I couldn't believe it. I completely lost control of myself. I had absolutely no plans to give ALL my money to Goddess Nita, but in a fit of that lust, the words themselves came out of my mouth. I gave literally everything, Nita just threw my wallet into her purse. My house is two hours away from here. Previously, I could call a taxi or take the metro, but now, in the dead of night, I have to walk home, fearing the slightest sounds. This, not to mention the cold... In the short time that I was smoking outside, my feet became very cold, since I wore a skirt that was too short and light today. I didn’t expect that I would have to spend too much time on the street, I expected that as soon as I finished eating at Prague, I would immediately call a taxi and go home...

However, the realization of what I had just done and, at the same time, the presence of Nita next to me, her beautiful feet in my hands, only added new waves of lust in my hot body. This was just what I needed for my perverted fantasies. I admired the confidence and professionalism with which Nita responded to what I thought was a very unexpected proposal. Most likely, in her life there are often similar situations when people unknown to her are ready, one by one, to kneel in front of her and give all their money. This may have once amused her, but now it was just a simple routine... What for me was hard-earned money, which I carefully calculated for weeks in advance, for her it will become only a trifle that she will spend on food for her dogs...

When I held her beautiful feet in my hands, I couldn’t help myself, but I felt jealous of her. Her skin was so pleasant to the touch, moreover, every time I touched her, for some reason it seemed to me that I shouldn’t do it, as if it was something too costly for me, that I didn’t have enough money for. But then I told myself that Goddess Nita gave me permission and of course she would say something if she didn’t like it. I was especially excited by this dark tan, I will never have something like this, it’s like something of a status that girls like me are not allowed to have. I'm not beautiful enough for this and I'm not rich enough for this.

Over time, traces of the sweat from Goddess Tina's feet began to appear on my hands... I definitely won't be washing my hands anytime soon... I should somehow store this sweat... maybe put it in a special bag and pray to it every night and morning... I don't… I'm not sure if I will ever be able to see Goddess Nita in real life again, so this will be the only physical reminder of her.

After some time, Goddess Nita’s phone rang again and she brought it to her ear:

- I thought so! - she screamed, hitting me in the chin with her foot, but not paying attention to it at all, - I knew that things wouldn’t work out for you again! This is not the first time! That's it, if you want to take a walk with me, then kindly come home! I'll be waiting at your apartment.

She hung up and looked angrily at me, who was on my knees in front of her and still doing the massage.

- What's your name? - she asked.

- Um.. my name-

- Shut up. You are kind of lethargic and unpleasant to listen to. When you talk to your Superiours, you should always smile and be grateful. I don't see it on your face. That's why I'll call you Turd, you only give me that impression.

- I.. ummm..

- Any problems?

- No, Miss.

- And no "Miss." I'm sure your kind knows how to properly call successful and beautiful people like me, right?

- G-Goddess?

- That's right, Turd. Therefore, for you I am only a Goddess and no “misses,” okay?

- Yes, Goddess.

- Fine. Put my shoes back on and get ready. You’ll come with me now, - she put her phone in her purse and began to get up from her seat, - I really liked the way you know how to give a massage. I want to fall asleep today, feeling your skillful fingers on my soles. Is that clear to you, Turd?

- I... Yes, Goddess, I’ll get ready now, - I said, although, in general, I had nothing to gather.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Goddess Nita allowed me to go with her! There is no way I can ruin this chance in a million.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly realized that I had nothing to pay for what I ordered, since I had given all my money to the Goddess..

- Goddess, please forgive me, but since I gave you all my money, I cannot pay for what I ordered for myself.. I mean food... Could you please lend me some money?

- On your knees. Fast.

I immediately knelt down and this already attracted everyone’s attention, since Nita said it loud enough.

- Beg.

- Um.. Goddess Nita, please lend me some money so that I can pay for my dishes...

I heard someone couldn't help but laugh. Whispers were heard from different directions.

Nita put her foot in front of me and said:

- Kiss my foot.

I immediately lowered my head and touched her black shoes with my lips. She didn't need to say it twice. I started kissing and suddenly all my worries immediately went away, as if they had never existed. I laid kiss after kiss, while continuing to say “Thank you” to Goddess Nita.

- Get up, Turd.

I got up from my knees and saw that while I was selflessly kissing the feet of Goddess Nita, the waiter had already managed to approach her:

- Write down her order for me, you know my account.

- Yes, Mistress Nita. Thank you for choosing our establishment this evening, we are very grateful for your visit.

- Follow me, - she told me and we went outside.

I have never been so ashamed in my life. I had just been publicly forced to beg on my knees to be paid for, since I had no money myself... I suddenly realized the depth of my fall.

At this time we were walking through the parking lot to Nita’s pink jeep, she said:

- I heard you address me by name, although I didn’t tell you it.  Are you one of these stalkers or what?

- N-no, Goddess, I just follow you on Instagram and I was very lucky to meet you today.

She didn't answer.

Two large black guys got out of the jeep, Nita walked up to one of them and said:

- Mike, you can rest today. Jerome will take me and this.. ermm.. girl to Dixie’s house, I’ll be with her today.

- Got it, Madam. Have a nice evening, - Mike replied.

- Thank you.

The second black guy opened the back doors of the car and Nita was the first to get inside. Then I came in. As soon as we were all inside, Jerome got behind the wheel and we moved off. Nita was immersed in her phone again, I really wanted to talk to her about something, I knew that she would most likely get angry, but I still wanted to try. Come what may!

- Goddess, you have a very beautiful golden phone. I could never buy one like this for myself, - I said, and then immediately lowered my head down to appear even smaller than I really am.

She smiled:

- Show me your phone.

I took out my old Samsung, which I’ve been using for the last four years. I had money to buy a new phone, but I felt quite comfortable with this one. I presented her with my phone, she took it with two fingers, as if it were infected with something. I immediately saw the difference in size, her golden phone was much larger than mine.

- It’s terrible, - she said, - you have no taste at all. Your phone is gray, very light, as if I was holding its case, and not the phone itself. Besides, look, 0 she pointed at the screen, 0 it’s all cracked. How many months is it? I mean... how old is it?

- Um... four years, Goddess.

- I want you to carry this phone for the rest of your life and never buy yourself a new one. If it breaks, then take it for repairs, replace the spare parts, I don’t care. However, don’t you dare buy yourself a new one, do you understand? If someone gives you a phone, you will immediately throw it away.

- Yes, Goddess.

She continued to smile and nod from side to side:

- I think that you, peasants, should not have been allowed to have your own things that cost more than 50 dollars. What am I even talking about? You shouldn't have been allowed to use the Internet! You just have to work, work and work some more. And so that you don’t lose motivation, your bosses will print out photos of me and my successful friends for you, so that you know for who you are spending your miserable lives, - she thought, - imagine, you worked another very hard month and at the end you are allowed to watch ONE video of me giving you the middle finger at the camera. Although that would probably be too good for you.

- It’s a pity that you are not the president of our country, Goddess, I would happily live in the kind of world you’re talking about.

- It's really a pity. If I were president everything would be completely different...

She returned to her phone screen as a new message popped up. She bit her lower lip and began to animatedly type her answer.

At the same time, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted to keep my gaze on the beautiful Goddess Nita, but I did not want to offend her by staring at her without permission. So I turned my head and started looking out the window. We were driving in one of those areas where there were only skyscrapers, I felt very uncomfortable, as if I was in some kind of big-budget blockbuster. Again there was that feeling as if I didn’t belong here, as if I couldn’t afford it in any way. Because it was already night, many people on the streets were very well dressed, probably returning or going to different parties. I felt envy again, but the type of envy that excites. I didn't understand why I still felt this, since I said earlier, I have absolutely no desire to become like any of these Goddesses, I only want to serve. And yet, thinking about their endless luxury, I felt my breath catch and my heart tingle a little.

When we arrived at the place, we left the driver in the car and went to the entrance to one of the skyscrapers. The old butler greeted Nita, smiling fearfully and opening the doors for her. We went to the elevator and later got off on the 16th floor. Nita stopped at one of the doors and reached into her purse for the key. We walked in, she closed the door behind us and said:

- On your knees, take off my shoes.

- Yes, Goddess.

I timidly sat down on my knees and began to carefully remove the shoes from her feet for the second time this day. I loved how humiliating I felt kneeling next to another person, as if I, having given up my dignity and pride, ceased to be an ordinary person with all the rights, and became just a weak-willed slave. The realization that Nita could manage my life as she wanted filled me with lust very much so.

I didn’t dare get to my feet when Nita started walking inside the room, I just crawled after her. She looked at me and smiled at my actions. She sat down on a large white bed, the room was dark, she had to turn on a large lavolamp. Nita dangled her feet down, they were right in front of my face. They were simply incredibly beautiful, like those of a real Goddess. I masturbate a lot to pictures on the Internet and I have never seen feet more beautiful than the ones that were now in front of me. It was beauty of a completely different quality, as if reserved only for rich and successful people; poor wankers like me were not allowed to even look at it. But I was lucky to see them live.

- I want to hear quiet kisses, make my feet feel good, - she said.

Without wasting any time, I immediately started kissing them.

- Turd, I don’t hear your gratitude.

- Um *kiss*, thank you, Goddess, *kiss” for allowing me to see your beautiful feet. *kiss* This is the best moment of my life.

- It is. This is truly the best moment of your life. Now you are as close as possible to what I can experience every day 24/7 living in constant luxury. I'm talking about this all-encompassing comfort when you don't have to think about anything and just enjoy life. You're not thinking about anything right now, are you? You just enjoy the smell of my feet, the pleasant sensations on your lips, right?

- Yes, Goddess. I feel very good now.

She bit her lower lip and grinned contentedly:

- I’ll be honest, I love watching you all widen your eyes with pleasure when I let you have a little taste of real pleasure. Here you are, Turd, for example, even a little cute... how your eyes roll back with pleasure, how your knees tremble... Do you think I didn’t notice that shameful puddle that you left on the floor in the establishment earlier? But don’t worry, I don’t consider you some kind of freak, pervert or anything else... I also don’t think that this is normal. But who said that "normal" means good? You're just enjoying something that's never happened in your life before, right? Maybe it won’t even happen anymore... - she giggled, - I can call Jerome now and you know what he will do to you?

- What, Goddess?

- I’ll tell him to tie you up, throw you in the trunk of a car and take you somewhere into the forest. There we will shoot a very dark and scary video with you, and after that your life will end abruptly... There will be no investigations, no  unnecessary noise. You will just die quietly and go to the bottom of some nearby river. I have friends who like these kinds of videos... And they will be very grateful to me for making one of these for them... mmm... in my opinion, it sounds at least exclusive and interesting. For example, how often have you seen a specially filmed snuff video?

- N-never, Goddess...

- That's what I mean! Even in our world of permanent luxury, such videos are not a very common occurrence.

- P-please, Goddess, d-don’t kill me.. - I said with fear in my voice.

- Why? Don't you want to please me? After all, it’s really in your power! I’ll really get a lot more pleasure from this than if you were just sluggishly licking my feet. I have dozens of sluts just like you who are ready to lick whatever I want at the first snap of my fingers.

- P-please... - I couldn’t help myself and burst into tears. It suddenly became very difficult for me to control myself, fear took over my entire body.

- Somehow you broke down very quickly... You immediately cry like some kind of child. You are already a grown girl and you must understand that tears will not help you. You don't want to die, right?

- Oh, I really don’t want to, Goddess, please spare my life..

I was in a panic and never expected anything like this. I really feared for my life, these people could literally do whatever they wanted. Suddenly Nita took out her phone and started dialing a number on it..

- W-where are you calling, Goddess? - I asked carefully through my pathetic sobs.

- Jerome, of course. I'm calling to tell him to come up to us. I need to tie you up, but I don’t want to do this myself, - she smiled somewhat condescendingly.

I suddenly threw my hands at her beautiful feet and began kissing them even more energetically and begging her not to do this. I literally begged her to change her mind and not take my life. This only made her smile wider, clearly enjoying seeing how any hint of self-confidence or control disappeared from my face. If before I felt at least a little “normal,” now everything literally fell apart before my eyes and I was in a panic. Goddess Nita just seemed to break me twice, the second time with redoubled force. When I already thought that I was ready for anything, she, as if nothing had happened, brought these words down on me.

- Please, Goddess, don’t call Jerome, I will do whatever you want for you, I beg you not to kill me, - I held my hands as if in prayer and saw from her reaction that she liked it more.

However, at the last moment, she suddenly grabbed her stomach and began laughing loudly and uncontrollably. She fell back on her back and lifted her legs up. She laughed for about a minute, and I sat on my knees in front of her, still sobbing a little.

- You’re so funny, Turd... - she said, sitting back down and wiping away tears of laughter, - I was joking! Did you really think that I could do something like that to you? Lol! What are the trends now? "Bro, that was a prank!" Ahah. Well, don’t cry like that, yes, I’ve probably gone a little far, but you should have seen your pitiful expression on your face, it’s as if you’ve turned into a completely different person. You know? Recently I went to the museum with Dixie and there was one old painting in which columns of slaves were painted. Probably something about ancient Rome, I don’t know. So, with your facial expression you reminded me of one of those slaves that I saw there. The same pitiful semblance of a person... It was probably some kind of great-great-great-grandmother of yours, hm? What do you think?

I didn't know what to answer to her. Of course, I felt much better, but at the same time, very painfully deceived, even... “betrayed.” Although this is, of course, stupid...

- Why would I kill such a talented masseuse? - Nita continued, - did you think I just said that as if to threw an empty compliment? You can’t even imagine how many people massaged my feet, there were hundreds if not thousands of them. And you can be proud, because out of everyone you make massages the nicest, - she sighed tiredly, - okay, stop beating around the bush. Start doing the massage, I want to feel your magic fingers on my soles as soon as possible.

- Y-yes, Goddess, I obey...

I started the massage with redoubled efforts. Now a real mortal danger loomed over me. Whatever Goddess Nita said, I’m sure it wasn’t a joke. If she wants, she can easily do it. I read on the Internet about several mysterious disappearances that occurred in this area. It is noteworthy that these were all young people, mostly students, who had come to study from other cities, and accordingly, they were completely alone here. I became interested in learning about their lives, so I checked the Instagram pages of several missing people and they were all subscribed to the same tags as me: #social_sadism, #rich_vs_poor etc. And they were all subscribed to Goddess Nita. These were hardly coincidences. Of course, it is possible that all this happened at their request, I can imagine it, but I did not want to die yet.

- Turd? - Goddess Nita suddenly asked.

- Yes, Goddess?

- Tell me something about yourself. I want to get to know you better, - she looked into my eyes with her confident gaze, which made my knees tremble, - I liked you, I don’t know.. um.. the way you behave doesn’t seem to show anything special, however I see from your face that you are not so simple.

It was difficult for me to breathe and control my voice:

- W-what would you like to hear, Goddess?

- Well, I don’t know, what are your hobbies, what do you like in life?

- Well, I like watching films, I have my own list of favorite films, there are already more than 500 of them.

- What else?

- I also love.. um.. - I swallowed, - masturbating... for me it’s more than a hobby, sometimes I spend the whole day on it.

- Ahaha, really? Do you seriously masturbate all day long?

- Yes, Goddess, now this is probably the only thing left that I would like from a long time ago.

- You grew up, couldn’t realize yourself anywhere, and in the end you spend all your time jerking off, wasting your precious youth... did I understand you correctly?

- Y-yes, Goddess Nita.

- Don't you think that this, um... somehow looks very pathetic? Don't you have some kind of dream in life or something like that?

- Well.. I dreamed of making films since childhood.

- I see you’re obsessed with movies, - she brought her foot to my mouth for a second and rubbed it on my lipstick, - don’t bother, continue the massage, Turd.

- Yes, Goddess.

- You know? But I can easily help you. I have a friend who works on television, and if I ask, she can easily put in a good word for you. You want to be a director, right? I hope not an actress?

- No, Goddess, I wanted to be a director.

- That is great. However, she cannot represent you empty-handed. If you write a script, then it’s a different story.

- R-really? Can you really do this? - I couldn’t believe my ears, - I... I always wanted to make a series in the romantic genre, about school love... I even have some writing done... I.. I - I swallowed saliva, - I could finally do all this improve and..

- And show it to my friend. Of course, first they will check everything and see if it suits them, but my word weighs a lot and you have every chance of success.

- B-but why do you need this, Goddess Nita?

- Rich people have their own hobbies. I like to play with destinies, I like not only to break them, but also to do the opposite.

In a fit of gratitude, I pressed my lips to the feet of Goddess Nita and began to kiss them frantically:

- Thank you, Goddess.. this is my most desired childhood dream... I have already lost any hope that I will ever succeed... However, you gave me such a chance.. I still don’t believe in your kindness..

- This is not kindness, Turd, it’s just my hobby. You can still disappoint me. What if it turns out that you are a loser without talent and write some terrible script that won’t work anywhere? Everything is possible, you still need to try to do something normal yourself. It's not like the times you masturbate to photos of Goddesses on Instagram, right? - she grinned.

This embarrassed me a little and I'm sure there was a blush on my cheeks:

- Of course, Goddess. I will do everything in my power...

- I don’t want to delay this little project of ours. Let's say... a week is enough for you to finish everything?

I thought seriously. All my life I worked and cherished one project of mine, most of which was ready a long time ago. I just didn't have enough motivation and self-confidence to finish it. They won’t take it anywhere anyway, I thought. However, now that the opportunity clearly appeared before my eyes, I right now felt myself filled with new strength:

- Yes, of course, Goddess, a week is enough for me. Maybe I can do it even faster!

- Oh, how quickly you perked up! - Goddess Nita laughed, - but just a few minutes ago you were crying like a child and shaking for your miserable life, begging on my knees for permission to simply exist!

After her words, fear, as if by order, immediately returned to my body. Goddess Nita controlled me like a robot on a remote control, I felt completely naked in front of her. She smiled again, probably realizing the great and immediate impact she had on me.

- My friend’s name is Dixie, but for you she is also a Goddess. I don't know whether she will come tonight or tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow, - she suddenly harshly thrust her big toe into my mouth, - suck. You talk to Dixie and tell her all the basic work issues, and she will tell you whether it has any prospects or not, okay?

- Yes, Goddess, - I said, still holding her toe in my mouth and continuing to wet it like a pacifier.

She put the phone on the bed and tilted her head to the side, smiling sweetly and looking straight at me:

- How cute it is! I can just see how much your eyes lit up. You really want to become a big and famous director, right? Making film after film, receiving awards for it, going to festivals... all this, right? You can already sense how close you are to this..

- Yes, Goddess, I am eternally grateful to you for this. I will do whatever you want.

Here we weren’t even talking about my perversion and love for humiliation, I actually thought for a moment about my future. After all, it could really change for the better, my whole life could change dramatically very soon! I still couldn't believe it! I really began to experience a new kind of respect and gratitude for Goddess Nita, she really was the arbiter of destinies, the Goddess. Just because she wanted it so much, she can make me a director. In other words, to create a bunch of new films, whole new realities, thereby changing someone else’s life... Simply because she found this idea interesting and entertaining, simply because she had such a hobby. She might not have done this and nothing would have changed much for her, but I would never have been able to become a director and make my childhood dream come true...

The world is so unfair, but I can't do anything about it. All I can do now is continue to suck Goddess Nita's toes and pray that she doesn't change her mind.
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