The Flip Flop Girl

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 5
Simon Talks About it at Work

Simon told me once that he tried to bring up the subject of his foot fetish with a coworker and it provided some amusing results. He thought it would be okay considering that so many of the employees there are in flip flops or Birkenstocks and there's this prevasive feel-good atmosphere.

Just about everyone at his job is suppose to be progressive. You see all these anti-Bush stickers and posters. A healthy expression of gay pride with rainbow flags too. Lots of organic and gourmet snacks. So, Simon did feel fairly safe.

He decided to have lunch in the company cafe which he usually avoided in favor of something in the neighborhood. At first, he thought he might do well to strike up a conversation with this divorced guy in his 40's who was out fucking anyone he could find and was good for an unabashed chat.

"Hey, Brad, how's it going? I guess you're dating a lot these days as I recall you were saying."

"Oh, hi, Simon. Yeah, yeah, online dating is the way to go. It's one of the greatest innovations I can think of. It's practically fool-proof. And it really works for a guy like me. I know how to handle myself. I have the money to spend and I also have the confidence which the girls appreciate. They like the money but they get turned on even more by the confidence. It also helps that I look young for my age. It pays off to keep fit."

"So, Brad, it's pretty easy for you to keep up with the girls, huh? Not too demanding on you? Do they ever ask you to do things you're not sure that you're up for, if you know what I mean?"

"Do I get requests? Oh, I don't know. One thing leads to another. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for instance, if a girl demanded that I perform rough sex on her, I would be kinda lost."

"Oh, I see."

"Or say if a girl had a fetish, a foot fetish. How would you feel about that?"

"Well, Simon, let me tell you. All cultures have different kinks, as you well know. You can learn a lot from just watching porn. Say, the Japanese are all into control. They'll spend a lot of time tying up the girl. At the extreme, they make her eat her own shit. Sick fucks. The British, on the other hand, are so prissy and uptight and they go for spanking, and dainty things. Around the world, Americans are seen as being too clean, too artificial. Then you've got the Germans. Oh, you don't even want to know how dirty those birds are with all the hardcore bondage..."

"Okay then. To each his own, right? I should be going..."

Labels: comedy, foot fetish, humor, pop culture, sex, Writing