Pacifica Northwest - pt 3

>your world continues to shift as your giant hostess shifts her legs every few minutes
>"Wow, who knew texting with a tiny person under me would be so satisfying.  Gonna have to tell Mabel about this."
>she hasn't even begun whatever task she wanted you for, though you make a mental note to demand she pay you for the time spent doing nothing like this as well
>just as you're about to try to yell up at her for attention she gets up
>her hand reaches down to grab you
>"Now to get down to business."
>you're tossed a short distance and feel yourself landing on a soft sheet, what looks to be a bed
>Pacifica climbs on and stare you down with hungry eyes
>"The business of pleasure."
>if that was supposed to be clever you aren't impressed, but feet slam into you before you can finish this thought
>"Now we can both have a good time!"
>she begins rubbing her soles into your body as her toes rub against your face as the worlds worst footlong sandwich is made
>you feel a few wrinkles and callouses rubbing against your body but you're otherwise surprised at how soft it feels
>the smell isn't that great though and you start to struggle for fresh air
>she feels your movements and takes it as a signal to keep going
>you finally get a moment where you don't have your mouth filled with feet to yell at her to stop
>she seems to hear you and is taken aback by this, pausing her actions
>"W-were you not enjoying it?  All the well payed servals around my house tell me they want nothing more than to be at my feet and do what I want.  Is that not how you feel?"
>she looks genuinely remorseful and a bit confused at this turn of events
>Pacifica leans in close to you and looks you over
>"What would you want to do then?"