Irina 👠

You pull into your driveway after a long day at work and sigh remembering that you agreed to take in a Russian immigrant for the month. She should be in the house waiting for you already you think to yourself you unlock the door and walk inside to see a gorgeous young woman on your couch in a tight red dress, her generous breasts almost spilling out of it. She sits leaning back relaxed with her feet up on the coffee table disrespectfully, her dirty pink socks look like they hadn’t been changed in days. “You must be my sponsor.. get me something to eat I’m starving.” She says looking at you expectantly and starts to rub her dirty sock-clad feet together you walk up to the coffee table and the stench of dirty feet hits you like a ton of bricks. Her feet are exuding a sour stench like Parmesan cheese and some acrid sweaty vinegar smell powerfully. You start coughing and cover your nose and she laughs at you “You can’t just ask me to get you food, you have to work around here and earn your keep!” you say she laughs at you again and says “oh yeah? Well I’m not actually that hungry anyways I think I’ll just enjoy your couch” and then she starts to wiggle and wave her feet in your direction making the potent stink more powerful you struggle to breathe through the thick smell of her feet and cough again but manage to say “ugh your feet smell so bad what is going on with that?” irina laughs and takes her socks off throwing them on to the coffee table and wiggling her cute toes enticingly. The smell gets more powerful and you think you’re going to be sick “Maybe you should wash my socks for me then, make yourself useful” she says taunting you