It was a warmer spring night, with the sun just below the horizon. Mary, a hair stylist with medium length brown hair and golden green eyes, was relaxing at her house after a long day’s work. It had been stressful today as many, many people had been getting their hair done for a special night of festivities. The festivities, or really, only one ‘festivity’, was Mary’s favorite DJ, Excision, performing in her town. Mary had been trying to save enough tips from her job to go, but sadly, she wouldn’t be able to afford a ticket off of scalpers. This rave had been sold out long before she had even heard of it and the prices for tickets had skyrocketed past double their original price. Mary sighed and tried to forget about it all.

Her friends, Emma and Charlotte, had another idea. They had seen just how much Mary had wanted to go to the rave, and knowing that it was her absolute favorite DJ, they had pooled their money to get an extra ticket. To say that Mary was surprised, ecstatic, and shocked all at the same time would have been an understatement. She jumped for joy up and down, shrieked, and clapped her hands when she saw that extra ticket.

“Ohmygosh! You guys DIDN’T!” Mary screamed upon seeing that third piece of paper. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to go to this concert!”

“Duh, of course we did! You didn’t think that seeing you looking at the concert page of Excision’s website 20 times a day wouldn’t be noticed?” Emma said quizzically.

Charlotte butted in before Emma could say anything else, being the joker of the group. “Well, I for one was getting worried. Didn’t want my friend to go off on a sort of yandere-like rampage until she was able to get in the club. Especially not dressed like that.” The girl looked Mary up and down with a wave of dismissal. “We simply have to dress you up.”

Mary nodded with a sudden sense of understanding. She didn't want to be embarrassed at a club looking like she had just gotten off of work. Worse yet, she didn’t want to seem like that in front of her favorite DJ. So, when she finally got herself under control and got her hands to stop shaking, the three girls went off to Mary’s closet and vanity to pick out the clothes and makeup for the rave. There were comments thrown around such as “Really girl?”, “Nuh-uh, no way”, and “You’re thinking of that?” before the consensus had been mad.

Giving a little twirl after all of the makeup had been applied and the clothing had been picked, Mary looked in the mirror. She wore a ripped orange v-neck with a black outer jacket, a cute, glittery orange skirt to match, some high heeled black pumps on her feet that showed off  every bit of them, and her face had been speckled with orange dots. Emma and Charlotte nodded, sharing a fistbump. It was time for the rave.

When they got to the rave, Mary almost fell over due to sensory overload. It was unreal, the amount of sights, sounds, and people that were in one place. However, after only a bit of searching, they found their friend, Brook. Brook was an interesting character, more Emma and Charlotte’s friends than Mary, and Mary had only seen her a few times in passing. However, it seemed like they were going to be much better acquainted with how the other two girls were talking.

Brook, Emma, and Charlotte greeted each other, surprised that either would be at the rave, but Brook was easily distracted. It had been a while since she’d seen Mary, and wow, what a looker! Maybe it was the alcohol in her veins, or her more homosexual tendencies, but Mary was easily the most attractive one of the group. And her outfit was amazing! It had definitely been put together by Emma and Charlotte, but Brook didn’t mind. And the pumps, showing off what she thought was the best aspect, those gorgeous feet- it made up Brook’s mind. She had to take Mary home.

So the night continued and the 4 girls were having a blast. Mary was absolutely enamored by Excision and thanked her two besties for the ticket. She noticed that Brook was trying to warm up to her, and being the nice person she was, she decided to have a chat with the slightly intoxicated Brook.

“So, have you had a boyfriend before?” Brook asked, only slightly slurring her words.

“Um, yeah. It was a while ago,” replied Mary.

“Did he ever do anything with your feet? You seem to like showing them off.”

Mary thought back to her boyfriend, and how he had tried to do something like that, but she was always uncomfortable whenever his fingers met her soles. “No. I don’t really like when people touch my feet.”

Brook frowned. “That’s a shame. They look amazing.”

Mary rolled her eyes and went back to the music. She was starting to become exhausted, and by the end of the concert, with all the jumping around, loud noises, and talking, she felt like she was about to pass out. Emma and Charlotte had already left, and Mary didn't have a ride home. Brook offered to call a taxi and let her crash at her house, and Mary agreed thankfully. Brook was a friend of Emma’s, so she was a friend of hers.

It was a long drive to Brook’s place, it seemed like it took an hour. But when they arrived, Mary stepped inside and found the couch, laying down and passing out completely. This left the slightly intoxicated Brook all alone. Alone and with her urges.

Brook sat on the chair next to Mary and tried not to, but ultimately failed, looking at the unconscious woman’s feet. They were just so beautiful! Fighting with herself, she relented and moved closer to Mary. She undid those pumps and they fell to the floor, revealing those sexy size 8 and a half soles. Brook remembered how Mary didn’t like people touching her feet, but figured, ‘She’s unconscious… she won’t know.’. So, she ran a finger on those magnificent soles. They were so soft!

Brook would lean in to give those soles a kiss, and then she’d stop herself. Was this even right? Mary didn’t like people touching her feet, so kissing could be out of the question… but she wasn’t awake to say no. So, Brook kissed those lovely feet. As they were soft to the touch, they felt even softer on her lips. She stuck out her tongue and tasted them. They were meaty, slightly dirty, but with a hint of her lavender perfume that Mary tended to work with as a cosmetologist. The tasting soon led to worshipping the feet. They were absolutely divine. Brook would run her tongue on every inch of the soles, sucking the toes with vigor, and even giving little nips on the heel with her teeth. Mary could feel none of it.

The worship continued for at least 15 minutes, and over the course of that, Brook began to develop some wild thoughts. She was mad at Mary. She knew that when Mary woke up, she wouldn’t be able to worship those perfect soles. Mary couldn’t keep those all to herself. No, there had to be drastic measures taken. If Mary didn’t like her feet, surely she wouldn't mind if she didn't have them…

‘No.’ Brook thought. ‘This is wrong. I can’t cut off my friend’s feet.’ She looked over at Mary’s perfect soles. They were perfectly shaped, the arch was high, the color was beautiful, and they tasted… amazing. What really did it in was when Mary shifted slightly, and the toes curled up. That was when her urges won her over. She got up and grabbed a knife and gauze wrap, butterflies in her stomach. Then she returned to Mary, took a deep breath, and raised the knife.

Surprisingly, when she slammed the knife home on the ankle, Mary didn’t wake up. She was halfway through, and the blood was minimal. She kept sawing, doing her best to separate the foot from the leg cleanly, and with one last slice on the tendon, it came off in her hands. It twitched and writhed, separated from the nerves like a fish without a head. It was perfect. Brook wrapped the ankle in gauze and made sure Mary was still breathing. Then, she repeated the process on the remaining foot. The twitching and writhing feet were almost too much, and when Brook finished wrapping both ankles in gauze, she immediately started to please herself with them. Brook pushed one foot to her face, and took the other foot to her pussy, pushing it in so that when it twitched, she would moan loudly.

 She fucked herself with the foot until she orgasmed, and then stood up, looking at them in her hands. She knew that she had to do something with them, otherwise they might go bad. So, she preheated the oven, pulled out a baking sheet, and got to work.

It was a couple hours later when Mary came to, and her feet didn't feel any better. They were still quite sore. Brook must have been cooking something, as the house smelled wonderful. Her vision was blurry, but there seemed to be a plate of something on the table in front of her. She grabbed what she could only assume was a fork, stabbed teh food to break off a piece of it, and put it in her mouth. It tasted amazing! She had to blink a few times for her vision to return to normal, and when it did, there was a very familiar looking foot, golden brown, and missing a big toe on the plate in front of her...