

Bratty Cheerleader Demands A Foot Rub - Ugh, finally—I’m done cheering and my feet are aching! And guess what? That’s your problem now. I pop down right in front of you in my cute little cheer outfit, legs crossed, nylon-covered soles right in your face, and I don’t ask—I demand a foot rub. And it better be a good one, or I’m gonna whine and complain until you get it right.I wiggle my toes, stretch my arches, showing off just how soft and sweaty my nylons are after practice, teasing you while acting like I don’t even notice how obsessed you are. Typical. You’re lucky I even let you touch me. Now hurry up and rub, loser—I don’t have all day, and I expect perfection.