Daydream Diary, Volume 1

by Lily Angelo

  Saturday morning I woke up in my bed to the sounds of Puppis and Gabby, my two pugs, scuffling around on the floor. I was in my favorite PJs. I yawned and blinked my eyes a few times and turned my head to look at them. As soon as I placed my eyes on them, they stopped and stood at attention like they were awaiting commands. I thought to myself, “As you were, soldiers,” but never said it out loud and they immediately went back to their game of tug and war with Gabby’s favorite chew toy. The subway incident was still fresh in my head, but I wasn’t sure if it was something that actually happened or a nightmarish wet dream after too much drinking. I reached over to pull my purse closer and a sharp pain shot through my right arm. I used my left hand to massage my sore shoulder when my fingers ran across the indention of an open wound. That moment, I knew what had happened on the train was real. The morning light was blinding and the more it shined on my skin, the more my skin itched and tingled with irritation. I closed the blinds in my bedroom and went to the bathroom to check my wound. What I saw in the mirror almost knocked me off my feet. My eyes were glowing the same hellish-red the beast’s did in the subway. My hair that was cut at my jaw line was now swinging at my lower back. My nails were long and pointed and my pudgy belly that I had been too busy to work on, was now as flat as a board. There were two fang-holes just above my clavicle and two on the other side of my shoulder. I could see the veins surrounding the holes moving underneath my skin. I left the bathroom and sat at the foot of my bed trying to figure out what to do next. I looked down at my pugs and asked, “What should I do next guys?” Again, they stopped in the middle of their chew toy battle and Gabby jumped to my nightstand, retrieving a note that I had completely overlooked. It said:

  “You’ve been marked. Do not leave your apartment and don’t eat anything. I’ll come back after nightfall to explain everything.”

  Beauty and the Beast will be continued in Volume 2 of Daydream Diary.

  Foot Fetish

  I was doing a little afternoon sunbathing on South Beach when I met Demarkus. I was lounging in my yellow bikini, shades, and a fresh issue of Architectural Digest.

  “Hello gorgeous,” a man in his early 40s, sparkling smile, tanned fit body, said to me as I peered over my magazine. I deduced he was Hispanic or Italian from his slight accent, curly black hair, and olive skin tone.

  “Hello. Do I know you?” I said with a little annoyance because he was disturbing my magazine time.

  “Not yet, my name is Dr. Demarkus Medici. I have an office a few blocks from here. And what’s your name beautiful?” He asked as he offered me his hand.

  “My name is Lily. Nice to meet you Dr. Medici. What kind of doctor are you?

  “I’m a cosmetic surgeon. I’ve been helping South Beach keep its youthful appearance for the past 13 years now. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but you are very beautiful. Can I take you to dinner sometime?”

  “How many times have you used that line today?” I was still annoyed and ready to get back to my relaxing afternoon.

  “Oh, no... it’s not like that at all. Actually, I have a girlfriend I’ve been with for six years now. She’s sitting right over there.” He pointed to a voluptuous blonde in a red, Marilyn Monroe swim suit, big Jackie-O sun glasses, and a straw hat. “That’s Simone”

  “So why do you want to take me to dinner if you have a girlfriend,” I thought for a second, then answered my own question. “So you want to watch me and your girlfriend get it on? You can’t be serious!” I said with a disgusted pout and went back to reading my magazine.”

  “Well, not exactly Lily,” He put his hand over the article I was reading to get my attention. “You see, my girlfriend and I both have a foot fetish and you have the prettiest feet on the beach. We used to have a girl named Sandy that used to come to our home to let us rub and kiss her feet, but she’s no longer able to give us her time and we’ve been looking for someone to take her place. Sometimes Simone and I would have sex in front of her, but you don’t have to get involved in the sex if you don’t want to. Sandy’s mother got sick so she went back home to Arkansas to help take care of her. She said she’s coming back to Miami next year. We were content with waiting for her to return, but when we walked by and saw your magnificent toes we had to ask you to join us. Simone’s family owns a vineyard in California and we’re prepared to compensate you for your time.” Demarkus’s eyes twinkled with hope, like a kid that just asked his mom for a puppy.

  “What do you mean, compensate me?”

  “We paid Sandy $100,000 a year. We’ll offer you nothing less. We’ll give you $25,000 for your first visit and you can keep it whether or not you decide to come back. But if you do decide to stay, then we’ll give you the other $75,000 in six months.

  I thought to myself for a second, “I could use the money to pay off my condo, maybe get some free cosmetic work done” It all just seemed a little too weird. “And all I have to do is let you guys use my feet, right? Nothing else?”

  “Yes, that’s it; but we do expect you to be on call for us if we need you.”

  “On call? I don’t know about that. I have a life. I have to work.”

  “Okay, we’ll give you $150,000. $50,000 when you first meet with us, 50 in six months, and 50 a year from now – all in cash. That should be enough to cover your expenses. We really want those feet. Tell you what, I’ll give you the rest of the weekend to think about it and I’ll give you a call on Monday. How does that sound?”

  “Alright,” I replied with uncomfortable caution.

  “What’s your number Lily?” He whipped his cell phone from his white, linen shorts. He seemed surprisingly giddy even though I hadn’t said yes yet.

  “828-555-5555”

  “Here’s my card if you happen to make a decision before Monday. If you have any questions, call me or email me anytime. “Thanks Lily.” And he trotted back over to his girlfriend.

  I watched him scamper away and sit behind his girlfriend in a beach chair. He massaged her shoulders and started speaking into her ear. After a few moments, she looked back in my direction, smiled and waved. Even under her hat and over-sized shades, I could see that she was very pretty.

  I spent the whole weekend going back and forth in my head over this crazy proposition. I checked his website for Medici and Harper Cosmetic Surgery and road passed his office as well. I even called his medical school to verify that he’d graduated from that institution. His office and licensing seemed legit. At least I knew that he’d have something to lose if things didn’t go accordingly. After spending an entire weekend with the idea of being a foot prostitute twirling around in my head, I decided to give it a try. After all, I didn’t have to do it more than once if I didn’t like it, and I could still walk away with 50 grand.

  Monday morning came with no call from Demarkus. I went to my studio to get some painting done and to keep myself from thinking about the eminent phone call. It was close to 3 p.m. and I was completely consumed with my painting when the phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello Lily. This is Demarkus from the beach the other day.”

  “I remember who you are Demarkus.”

  “So will you be joining Simone and me?”

  “I have a question.”

  “Okay, what is it?”

  “If I try it once, but I don’t want to do it anymore. I’ll still get $50,000, right?”

  “Yes, on one condition.” He said with a chuckle. “You come back to do it again. Lily, we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to enjoy those sexy little toes of yours. Once you try it, you’ll probably enjoy it, once you see there’s nothing to be afraid of. So are you in?”

  “Yes, I guess so.”

  “Good! Good! You won’t regret it. We’ll treat you and those little toes of yours like royalty!” He was ecstatic. “What color nail polish are you wearing right now? Is it the same red from Friday?”

  “No, they’re pink now. I painted them last night.”

  “That mak
es me so hard. I’d like to watch you paint them. What are you doing this evening around six-ish?” My sixth sense told me that he was probably touching himself.

  “Probably working on one of my paintings.”

  “Will you come by the office? I want to see your feet.”

  “What about Simone? I thought this was a couple thing.”

  “It is most of the time, but there will be days when it’s just me or just her. And don’t worry about the money, it’s in my desk waiting on you.”

  “That should be fine. I guess I’ll see you at six then.”

  “Until then, Lily.”

  I pulled in the parking lot at 6:03 p.m. I was nervous, but excited, and curious to see what was going to come of this whole foot fetish thing. I wore a white tube top, denim hot shorts and my brown woven flip flops. I called Demarkus from my car and he promptly came to the door.

  “Hello gorgeous.” His eyes wide and smiling. He quickly scanned my body and of course my feet. Demarkus kissed my hand and lead me into the office.

  “There’s two other cars outside. Who else is here?”

  My partner Doug Harper is in his office. We’ve been best buddies since we were kids. We even went to medical school together. I’ll introduce you, if you’d like. He knows all about our arrangement. We don’t have many secrets between us.”

  “No thank you. I’d like to remain a mystery if that’s okay.” But what I was really thinking was – If you’re willing to pay me $150,000 for a little foot-touching, then there’s no telling what his friend might ask me to do.

  We walked through the lobby area towards the rear offices. I walked two steps behind Demarkus, watching his broad shoulders and black slacks pace down the hall. As we approached the offices, I begun to hear the undeniable sounds of sex lingering in the halls. I thought that maybe he was watching a little porn or something before I arrived. My hunch was right and wrong. There was a live show going on in the office before Demarkus’. Demarkus’ office was adjacent to his partner Doug’s, and we had to walk by Doug’s door first before reaching Demarkus’. Doug’s door was halfway open and I couldn’t help but to look in and see who was making all the commotion. They clearly didn’t mind me getting an eye full or they would have shut the door. Dr. Doug had some lady bent over his desk, fucking the living daylights out of her. The woman had brown hair, so I didn’t recognize her initially, but when she lifted her head, I saw that it was Simone. She casually smiled at me and went on with her sexploit, like this was as normal as reading the Sunday paper. We entered Demarkus’s office, I sat my bag in the chair by the door and looked around Demarkus’ office.

  “Was that Simone back there?” I asked in a what-the-fuck kind of tone. “I thought she was your girlfriend.”

  “She’s our girlfriend. Simone is a certified nympho maniac. She told me when we first started seriously dating. When she would come to the office for our lunch dates, I noticed how she flirted with Doug. One evening , we were here in my office and she was giving me a blowjob when she just looked up at me and asked if Doug could join us. That’s how it all started. I loved the way she was as alive and free with her sexuality. She’s never lied to me and she only fucks us. Doug has always been a reserved workaholic – he fell in love after his first taste. He’ll never admit to it, but I’ve known him his whole life.”

  “What about you? Are you in love with her too?”

  “I love Simone, but I’m not in love with her. I could never marry a woman like her. She’ll never be satisfied with just one man. I don’t know what poor Doug’s going to do when I’m out of the picture. She’s probably going to break his heart. I do plan on doing the traditional family thing one day.”

  “One day? Not to insult you, but you’re at that ‘one-day’ age now, aren’t you?”

  “I’m a successful, handsome doctor that lives in Miami. Woman come in by the flocks down here,” He laughed arrogantly. I couldn’t argue with him – he was a rich doctor, good looking, and actually seemed to be polite, and well-mannered. I would have probably went out with him under different circumstances, if I didn’t know about his bizarre lifestyle. I’ve certainly dated guys with less of a resume in my past.

  “Oh, one more question. What’s up with Simone’s brown wig? I thought blondes had more fun.”

  “She likes to role play. She says it keeps her from getting bored so easily if she can be a different person a few days out of the week.”

  I could still hear Simone’s sex screams blasting through the wall. I couldn’t help but to catch an arousal contact with all the sex in the air. Demarkus sat me on his desk and pulled his chair in front of me. He slid my flip-flops off, kissed my knees and lower legs. He put a foot in each of his hands, softly massaging my toes and coursing his palms over the top of my feet.

  “Oh, I don’t want you to think I brought you here under false pretenses.” He reached into his desk and pulled out five stacks of $100 dollar bills. “Here’s the $50,000 I promised you.”

  I looked down at the money, then at our reflections in the enormous mirror hanging on the wall across from us. I watched Demarkus’ reflection as he resumed kissing my ankles and rubbing my feet. He tilted his head and our eyes met in the mirror.

  “Would you like to watch Doug and Simone?

  “I don’t know. Would you? Are they going to be okay with that?”

  “Yes, it’s fine. I told you we don’t have any secrets. Besides, Simone likes to be watched.” Demarkus hit a button under his desk and I watched our reflections fade as the mirror became transparent. Doug had Simone on his desk, spread-eagle, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

  “Oh my God! Can they see us too?” I was in complete shock.

  “Not if you don’t want them to, Sexy. I can make it one-way viewing.” He said kindly, planting soft kisses on my knee.

  “No, I don’t want them to see me,” I whispered in shyness.

  Demarkus tapped the button twice and went back to working on my feet again. He put a firm grasp on my right foot and took each toe into his warm mouth one at a time. I watched in amazement as he made out with my feet. I’d never seen a man take so much pleasure out of touching a woman’s foot. He rubbed them against his face and licked every inch of them. He reached into his desk to retrieve some kind of flavored massage oil. He warmed the oil between his hands and gave me a foot massage that rivaled any spa treatment I’d ever received. Next, he put one foot to his lips and pressed my other foot back and forth over the bulge in his pants. Then he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, fat cock. He never dislodged the foot that was in his mouth and sucked my toes harder and harder as he stroked himself. He dabbed some of the massage oil on himself and on my foot, then sandwiched his cock between my slick foot and his thigh. He ran my foot over it with increasing force, back and forth, back and forth, while my other foot kept receiving a tongue bath. Then, when he was almost at his peak, he cradled his throbbing cock between both my feet and gyrated them up and down doing a furious jerk. His face was flush and sweaty as he contracted at the sight of his rod gliding between my feet.