"Damnit, Bobby. You're too slow! It's almost two in the morning and you still only have cleaned about half of our shoes!"
How did it come to this? How did I end up in this position. All I wanted was to stay over at a friends house while my floors are being renovated. Now I am the floor.
My friend Bella knew about my fetish of just being used without consent, but she's never done something like this before. Usually she just sits on me while we're watching a movie or something. Or she spits candy in my mouth if she doesn't like it. Harmless fun.
That's why I didn't think twice when she asked if it was ok if she invited about 50 girls for a party. Of course she can do that. It's her house after all. What I didn't know was what part I would play in this.
On the day of the party the girls I watched the girls arriving. When Bella let them in she specifically instructed them not to wipe their shoes. Their shoes left dirty prints all over the floor, since they were covered in all kinds of things. It has been raining all day and the easiest way to get to Bella's house is through a park.
Bella likes to leave bootprints and have me clean it up after her. I should've gotten suspicious...
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