Whenever on a downer, I would head over to Ceasar's, a bar in my locality. As many did, I could not help but notice Jocelyn, one of the waitresses there. She had the sexiest feet I had ever seen to date. I assumed they had to be warm and very smelly for she would be attending customers up to twelve hours straight, especially on Fridays and Saturdays, the bar's busiest days.

She was of the outgoing type, smiling at everybody at all times. Certainly, she was a women to be missed whenever she would not be on the job, not only because of her physical attibutes, but because she was over all a very likeable person. So one night after more-than-a-few drinks, I finally gathered up enough guts to drop the million dollar question on her. "Jocelyn, would you let me smell your feet?"

I knew she would usually leave work at about 10 p.m. So at 10 to 10 or so, I went out the door myself and waited for her on the next block. She showed up only a half hour later but I was still numb with alcohol. As she approached, I went forward and greeted her. I must admit she looked a little surprised when she saw me pop out of my hideout, but nevertheless she finally gave me her famous smile.

Now in front of me, I let it all out. She was taken aback and informed me she wasn't up for it and that she was much older than me and despite my foot fetish, I would not be pleased by the smell of her feet. She said, "They're too stinky." Her saying that turned me on even more. I had to have her smelly shoes, nylons, toes and soles or else.

But she wouldn't have it. She would not let me take care of the matter, so in desperation I reached for my pocket and handed out $20. I offered to buy her nylons. But she stood her ground and wouldn't let me have it. It finally cost me $110 in order for her to feed me her feet in the stair case of her appartment building. Yup! It was the best $110 I had ever spent!