Under too much weariness to get her to agree Puny Pervert chapter 14 by Froakie

You take a steadying breath, the air thick with the scent of her skin and vanilla perfume. This is the boldest move you've ever made, a gamble that could either lead to unparalleled ecstasy or a swift, humiliating rejection. You look up at her colossal, beautiful face, her hazel eyes wide with anticipation, and pitch your idea.

"Well, Gia," you begin, your voice a confident squeak that you project with all your might. "Since you have to finish your shift, and I'm supposed to be paying you back... I was thinking I could get a head start. A warm, safe place to wait... right in the front of your panties?"

The words hang in the air. For a split second, there is absolute silence. Gia's playful smirk freezes. Her eyes, previously sparkling with mischief, widen in utter, gobsmacked shock. The blush that had been receding returns with a vengeance, a fiery crimson tide that consumes her entire face and spreads down her neck, disappearing into the collar of her green Starbucks apron.

She doesn't speak. She just stares at you, her mouth hanging slightly agape. The gears in her head are turning so fast you can practically hear them whirring. She's processing the sheer, unmitigated audacity of your proposal. It's one thing to flirt, to joke about "second base," but this... this is a declaration of intent.

The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Gia's blush is a brilliant, burning scarlet. She closes her mouth with a soft *click*, her lips pressing into a thin, thoughtful line. The playful sparkle in her eyes has been replaced by a deep, contemplative shimmer. She's considering it. You can see the battle raging behind her irises—a war between her burgeoning attraction to you and the sheer, shocking novelty of the request.

After what feels like an eternity, she lets out a long, shaky breath. "Wow, Sammy," she whispers, her voice a fragile, airy thing. "You... you really don't hold back, do you?"

She slowly shakes her head, a gesture that is not a refusal, but a redirection. "That's... that's a little too... intimate for a first date, even one this weird," she admits, a shy smile returning to her lips. "But I am *not* letting you out of my sight. We are definitely exploring that... 'alternative payment'... later. But for now, while I finish my shift... you need a hiding spot. Somewhere safe."

She taps her chin with her free hand, a gesture of exaggerated thoughtfulness. Her eyes light up with a ditzy, dangerous inspiration. "Ooh! I know! I have a few ideas!"

Gia's face lights up with a bright, air-headed grin, the picture of a genius struck by a brilliant, if slightly unhinged, idea. She holds you closer to her face, her warm, vanilla-and-mint-scented breath washing over you as she enthusiastically lays out your options.

"Okay, okay, so....!" she declares, her voice a bubbly whisper. She points a massive fingernail towards her own slightly-parted lips. "You could ride in my mouth! Like a little living piece of gum! It's super warm and wet in there, and you'd be totally hidden. No one would ever see you! Plus, you'd get a front-row seat to all my yummy drink tastings." She pauses, tapping her lip thoughtfully. "Downside is... I might forget you're there and accidentally swallow you. Or, you know, talking might be... a little rough. But it would be an adventure, right?"

Before you can process the sheer terror of that proposition, she's already moving on.

"Or wait!!" she announces cheerfully, presenting her arm like a prize-winning showcase. She lifts it slightly, giving you a clear view into the shadowy pit of her armpit. "My armpit! See? It's nice and smooth. It's like a little fleshy pocket! Super cozy and warm, and you'd be pressed right up against me. You'd be totally hidden by my apron and my arm when I'm working. No one would ever suspect a thing!"

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The only thing is... I get kinda sweaty when I'm running around making drinks. It gets... a little... musky down there. And itchy! Sometimes I gotta scratch real bad. You might get a little... squished." She giggles at the idea, a high-pitched, snorting sound that makes the fleshy ground beneath you tremble as her glasses vibrate with her face.

"Wait, I know!!" she exclaims, pointing a massive finger downwards. She kicks off her worn-out sneaker. It lands on the floor with a dull *thud*. "I found another tiny at work and I kept him here!!"

You peer over the edge of her finger into the cavernous opening of her sneaker. The interior is a dim, hazy world of faded fabric and worn rubber. The air that wafts out is a thick, suffocating miasma—an overpowering cocktail of stale sweat, damp sock lint, and the faint, cheesy tang of aged foot odor. It's a scent so potent it's almost a physical presence, a humid fog that clings to the back of your throat.

And then you see him.

Pressed into the dark, stained insole near the heel is a grotesque, flattened silhouette. It's the faint, dried-out outline of a tiny man, his form permanently imprinted into the fabric. He's not just a stain; you can make out the pathetic shape of his spread-eagled limbs, the darker smear where his torso once was. He's been pulped, ground into the very fiber of the shoe by the relentless, unimaginable pressure of her foot, a forgotten victim reduced to a gruesome, two-dimensional fossil.

Gia follows your gaze, her expression shifting from cheerful enthusiasm to one of mild, ditsy surprise. "Oh! Whoops! I forgot about him. I think his name was Daniel."

She says it with the same casual air one might use for discovering a forgotten moldy sandwich in the back of the fridge. She nudges the shoe with her toe, the dry, crinkly sound of the pulverized tiny's remains barely audible.

Gia giggles, a high-pitched, airy sound that completely disregards the grim discovery. "See? Perfectly safe! Well, mostly. I mean, poor that poor tiny got a little... carried away. I think he tried to hug my toes while I was on a delivery run. Whoopsie!" She shrugs, a gesture that sends a tremor through her entire body. "But that was, like, a month ago! I totally forgot he was in there. You're way cuter than he was, so I promise I'll remember you're there!"

She gives you a dazzling, reassuring smile that does anything but reassure you. 

"I-I'm not s-sure, Gia!! M-maybe you could just keep me in your purse until your shift ends?" you say, now fearing a painful end by her. Though if you were really bold, you could try to get her to put you in her panties again but maybe you'd been too forward. She didn't seem to respond well and you were worried what she would be like if she was angry.