“The Teacher’s Oily Feet” [OILY FEET]

I ask you to stay after class because we need to have a little talk about your grades. you’ve been distracted lately, and i’ve definitely noticed it. especially the way your eyes drift down to my feet every time they’re in view. i finally decide to call you out on it, teasing you with a knowing smile as i tell you that your fascination hasn’t gone unnoticed.   i lean back and reach for a small bottle of oil, letting you watch as strip out of my socks and shoes, teasing you. that’s when i grab the oil and start covering my feet. slowly, i begin rubbing it across my soles, every curve, every toe glistening under the light. the shine makes them look impossibly soft and smooth, and i can practically see how hard you’re trying not to stare.   i tell you that maybe this is exactly the kind of motivation you need. if focusing in class is so hard for you, then perhaps i can give you something to work toward. you’ll need to prove yourself, though. better grades, more effort, and maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you enjoy another “study session” where i have you stroking to my feet, like this, again.