Vinyl Micro/Feet Greentext Story

>A normal day for tiny anon
>Can't get a job or go anywhere most of the time
>You just sigh, looking over at a Vinyl concert poster and wishing you could go
>Kick the ground out of frustration when suddenly you over hear someone talking
>Some guy has a ticket of sorts is all you can make out
>You decide that you must hitch a ride with the lucky guy, but where?
>Before you can think, the lucky guy starts to leave
>"Well shit.." you thought, quickly running to catch his ride, deciding the shoe will just have to be good enough
>Luckily the laces can hide you well enough if he looks down
>He doesn't seem to feel or notice you yet, which is good
>As you keep yourself on his shoe, with a lot of care to not fall off, you give a sly smirk
>Not only can you go to the concert, but now you are going for free
>With that thought, you lie in way for him to reach the destination
>Hours later, he makes it to a warehouse
>A lot of loud music and partying can be heard within, you hope that it won't cause a terrible headache for you
>After your ride enters the warehouse you ready yourself for a safe time to drop off
>Something seems odd, looks like he is heading closer to the side of the stage and going up some stairs
>Your eyes brighten as you see he is heading backstage
>Not only was this a free trip and ticket, but a huge chance to meet Vinyl herself
>The concert is still going on, so you doubt it will happen soon, but you choose to ditch the ride to find Vinyl's room
>As you departed you tumbled a bit from being caught on a lace
>The guy still doesn't notice a thing, you swear you could thrash and he wouldn't know it
>You just shake your head in attempts to focus again, making your way about to find which room could be Vinyl's
>Passing door by door very slowly as you regret leaving the ride when suddenly you see it, a door with a black record hung on the front
>This must be it is all you can think as you look around and see the door is lifted just high enough for you to squeeze under
>You quickly making your way to and under the door with a joyish smile on your face
>Her room seems very decent, it even has a bed
>Wait a minute.. Does she sleep here time to time or does she live here?
>You can't tell, from the bed, the table with some records, the dresser with some clothes sticking out, and something that catches your interest
>A couple of footwear, jogging shoes and flip-flops to be specific
>They are just off to the side of the door, placed neatly next to each other, with some socks still in the jogging shoes
>You can't help but get curious and wander closer to the shoes
>Slowly you approached them, placing your hands on the edge of one the shoes
>Your hand brushing against the sock inside as you can feel some sweat on it, still warm
>Leaning your head forward you inhale softly, taking in some of the scent as it appeared to not be that strong
>You felt like this day was great already, when suddenly you hear the door open, causing you to jump in shock and hide into the sock
>Apparently the concert has ended and you were paying attention as you can tell the music has stopped but that didn't matter right now
>Out of curiosity you looked out of your hiding spot to see the person who had entered was Vinyl, which not only made you happy, but scared
>You keep yourself hidden aside from peeking out to watch her, praying you don't get caught
>She just stands at the door as she shuts it behind her when you hear her let out a small yawn before she slips off her current shoes, revealing her white, soft looking feet
>She gives her toes a small wiggle from freedom with a happy sigh being heard, soon picking up her shoes and moving over to the corner where her shoes are, with you hiding in one of them
>You begin to panic as she leans down to put down the pair she was currently wearing with her head leaned to the side, almost clearly able to see you in the corner of her eye
>With your luck, that is just what happens
>Her head fully turned towards you as she takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes before taking another look at you in what you guess is surprise
"Oh man.. must of partied a little to hard.. No way a tiny person could be in my sock right now.."
>Shaking her head as she reaches towards you, grasping the back of your shirt, lifting you up to her face and softly poking your stomach with a even more surprised look
>Guess she found out you were real, you were to scared to say so or even move, thoughts of bad things happening racing in your mind only to silently pray to yourself that she won't kill you
"Okay, you are real.. which means you really were just in one of my socks."
>She looks at you with a raised brow, standing herself up and moving over to her bed as she sat on the edge, moving a table close as she set you on it
"Now tell me, why were you in my room and why were you in my sock?"
>She looks annoyed, all you can do now is tell the truth, so you take a deep breathe and say
>"I hitched a ride on someone who had back stage passes or something along the line, after he came backstage I jumped off and wandered to your room and snuck in, afterwards I looked around, saw your shoes, and my fetish kinda.. kicked in?"
>You give a shy smile up to her in fear of what could happen
>All she does for a while is stare at you which worries you with each passing second
>At some point she grins, this can not mean well for you
"Sooo, you have a fetish for feet huh? Gotta say, that is a funny thing to have when you are that small."
>She just leans back some with a big grin on her face
>Soon your vision is blocked by her big white toes
"I mean you are near feet all the time so it makes sense."
>Her toes wiggle playfully in front of you, they slowly moved closer to you as her big toe pretty well covers your face and giving you a light push over
"But with being that small and all I bet it is tough to enjoy it, considering how some people can be jerks or belittle you, so how about we make a deal?"
>The toe pressed against your chest, giving enough pressure to keep you in place but not hurt you, all you can do is gulp from the feeling as to not move and make your situation worse
"I don't want to hurt you or see you hurt by someone else, but I can't really keep you like a pet since that would be weird, so how about you work for me like an employee? You won't see much pay, but I can offer you a nice play to stay and a chance to enjoy your fetish."
>You gave a surprised and joyful look, you never thought you'd get such a job in your life, or a job at all for that matter, you were just so over joyed you were about to kiss her toe before she lifts it up
"Woah, woah, woah. First you gotta agree, can't let you just enjoy it and leave now can I? It just wouldn't be fun."
>She snickers as she wiggled her toes above you, only to move her sole over to and gently press it on top of you
>"I-I agree! Thank you Miss Vinyl, I promise I will help out in whatever you need!"
>With that being said, Vinyl smiles and grasps the back of your shirt with two fingers, laying down on her belly as she places you on her right sole
"Well, your first job is to help relax my tired feet. A foot rub would be a good start, now get to it."
>You nod happily, standing yourself up and start walking down her soft, warm sole
>Not noticing before that her little pin down had left some sweat on you, but it didn't matter to you
>You just kept a happy stride, finally reaching her toes as she gently scrunches them against you, rubbing some of the sweat of her toes against your small body
>The toes felt so warm against your body, with the sweat from her feet helping cool yourself down
>Lost in thought of the action that happened, you soon shake your head and remember your task
>After finding a good spot to settle yourself, you begin the toe rubs, starting with her big toe
>Your hands easily pushed into the toe itself, it was oddly soft for what you'd except from someone like Vinyl
>Each little rub made you inch your head forward slowly, soon your face almost pressed against it
>With hardly any little resistance you give it a kiss and a small lick afterwards
>The taste was kind of salty with a small hint of.. cherries?
>That seems odd, but who cares
>You stand your self up and move on to her next toe, repeating the same process as before, a massage in the middle with some rubs down the sides of the toe, ending it off with a kiss and a small lick only to move to the next toe and do the same
>Finally you finish the pinky, standing up to go down her sole
>Her foot slightly lifting, causing you to lose balance and face plant her sole
>She snickers again and unknowingly to you, reaches back and pins you to her sole with her index finger
"You know the toe rubs took about thirty minutes right? At that rate you hardly will be able to rub, lick, and kiss before tiring yourself out, or causing me to fall asleep. So how about this, would you rather finish rubbing my feet, or just lick and kiss them?"
>Rather then reply with words, you reply with actions
>You dragged your tongue across the small spot of sole you were pinned to, your tongue picking up any small amount of sweat stuck to the sole
>Soon her finger lifted off of you and with that, you give a small kiss before nestling your face into her sole
>Deciding that your movement would be better through crawling, you gave a few more licks to the tender spot you started with before moving to the side
>You are pretty well lapping up her sole already, taking care of any sweat, big or small, that could be stuck to her sole, savoring the taste of sweat and apparently a cherry flavor with each lick
>Never noticing before, but it seems you kinda sink into her sole
>Figuring she must lotion her feet and care for them, which explains the cherry taste, but you'd still never except such a thing from her
>Being lost in thought over this, Vinyl manages to snap you out by saying
"Come on now, don't tell me you are tired already. You still have to finish up and move to the next foot."
>Simply nodding before going back to work, you plant your lips on her sole for a kiss as you go back to your task
>Slowly dragging your tongue across her sole, slowly crawling forward with your tongue still pressed on her sole, causing her foot to twitch and her to giggle as it seems you are tickling her a bit
"H-hey! No tickling, or you will end up also being my jogging assistant!"
>Grinning evilly, you continue your actions and picked up the pace
>Trying to keep your balance from her giggle and her foot wiggling and scrunching about from the feeling
>You hurry yourself across the sole, covering every little spot you missed, only stopping to plant a kiss here and there
>Suddenly you feel her foot shift from under you
>She appears to be turning over and sitting herself up as you just try to cling to her foot and not fall on her bed
>A tight cling and a few licks were all you could give before feeling some pressure on your back from her other foot
>The most you can see is a small displeased look on her face before she squeezes you between her two feet, rolling you between them causing you to be soaked in some foot sweat you never licked up
"Alright, I warned you. Hope your fetish is alright with being my insole for a jog."
>You laugh, thinking it was a joke and she would just put you to work on her left foot
>She just keeps a neutral stare, she was serious
>She continues rolling you between her feet, soon rolling you up to her toes as she grips you between two of her toes and puts a pretty tight squeeze
"Don't worry though, you will be able to finish my left foot. You will just have to do it during my jog."
>Before you even notice anything, she drops you into her left shoe, her foot soon following you inside
>Her toes flexed and wiggled as they start to enter the shoe, slowly brushing across your face as the rest of her foot moves in with your light source vanishing
>All you can see now is darkness and her white sole as it comes down on top of you, hardly crushing you at all
>And with that, she puts on her other shoe and stands up, the weight of her left foot increasing only a little as her sole is squished against you
>You can hear her ready herself up, go to the door, open and start her jog
>Seems like your night may be stuck to her foot, a night to show an extent to your new job