Rika Continues: The Story So Far

Hello everyone!

Since it’s Thanksgiving, I figured you might be as bored as I am. So, I’ve decided to share several more chapters of “Rika” for your holiday reading.

Part two sets the scene for what comes next. In part three, which will go up later today, things start getting quite interesting for our little Feeney.

Enjoy the ride! Rika By Luckycat Chapter Two: Work Feeney sat at her desk, playing with a small wire pencil holder, shuffling through papers and trying to look busy. The student loan department was quiet and dull. Their peak season had slowed down significantly once school started; any students who needed money had either already received it or been turned away. Now, Feeney and Millie were mostly kept occupied by errors in the applications—wrong addresses, incorrect father’s income figures, etc. But there weren’t many mistakes this year, so if they’d wanted to, both could have finished their entire day’s work in just an hour. It was fortunate because Feeney struggled to concentrate on her job. Her mind kept drifting back to her lunch with Rika, replaying the wild events in her head. She smiled at herself every time she remembered one of Rika’s outrageous statements and felt a spike of anger at the leather-clad woman’s boldness. Then there were those stunning locking boots… Every few minutes, Feeney would twist in her chair to look down at her bare right foot. She still couldn’t believe that Rika had actually stolen her loafer. Walking back to college on one shoe was a nightmare, and driving with just the other foot felt both difficult and strangely erotic. Even though lunch lasted barely an hour, Feeney’s sexual equilibrium was completely upended. She foolishly fell into every clever trap Rika set, and she knew that no matter the cost, she now had to face some uncomfortable truths about herself. Rika seemed to understand her strange erotic desires better than Feeney did. The tall woman’s honest confession about loving bondage and having a fetish for bare feet was shocking but at least Rika was completely open, without any false pretenses. It was all very unsettling. The worst part was coming up with an excuse for Millie. Feeney lied, saying she tripped crossing the street and her shoe fell into an open sewer. Unlikely, yes. But if Feeney had told the truth—that a crazy woman in tight leather pants (who happened to be the college president’s daughter) trapped her foot for a half-hour massage before stealing her loafer—Millie would have thought it stranger still. Millie wasn’t even supposed to be there. It was vacation week, but unfortunately, her husband found her in a motel room with a female student. This lapse in judgment cost Millie two weeks of fun in Disney World and likely her twenty-year marriage. Feeney couldn’t believe that late in life, little Millie had turned out to be a lesbian. Tom Corbin, Feeney’s boss, walked over to her desk and sat on the edge. He was smiling and waving a white envelope in the air. As Feeney swiveled around, her bare foot became visible. “Cute feet, Feeney. Are we going—native?” Feeney repeated the lie she’d told Millie. Tom shook his head with a smile. “Well, here’s something to brighten your day.” He pointed the envelope at her like a gun, reminding her of Rika’s leather-gloved hand. “What is it?” “Your paycheck,” Tom said, smiling. “But payday isn’t until tomorrow,” Feeney noted. “No, but I thought you’d want to see this right away.” Feeney frowned. “Is it bad news? Is there a pink slip in there or something?” Corbin chuckled. “Don’t be so paranoid, Feeney; it’s good news!” He waggled the envelope. “Very good news!” Feeney snatched it from him suspiciously, tore it open, blew on it to separate the paper, and pulled out a yellow check. Her eyes went wide as she read the amount. “I told you it was good news,” Corbin said dryly. “This can’t be right!” Feeney stammered. “There’s been some mistake!” “I thought so too, so I called payroll. It’s absolutely legitimate; the raise came directly from the president’s office.” “But this is two hundred dollars more than usual. That’s a ten-thousand-four-hundred dollar annual increase! After taxes, that means…” Corbin held up a hand. “I know, Feeney; I can add numbers too, remember? We all got raises—you, Millie, and me. It seems the ‘Powers that be’ have finally recognized our true worth.” “But two hundred dollars?” Corbin nodded. “And for some mysterious reason, you scored the biggest of them all. Not that I’m complaining; Millie and I did well too.” Tom Corbin looked to make sure Millie was out of earshot, then leaned in close to Feeney’s face and said, “It’s none of my business, but I was wondering, have you by any chance been sleeping with Skylar Rand?” Then he burst into laughter.

Phone Call At exactly four-thirty, half an hour before closing time, the phone rang on Feeney’s desk; it was Rika. “Hey Cutie.” “Hey yourself—shoe thief!” she said, her heart racing. Laughter followed. “My bad. That’s my perverted sense of humor. Amused?” “No!” She paused. “Well…maybe a little,” Feeney admitted. “Why did you steal it?” “I didn’t steal it; I kidnapped it.” Feeney nodded. “Oh, I see. Why? “So that I could spend the afternoon smelling it. Remember? I’m a pervert.” Feeney giggled. “Are you going to give it back?” “Maybe…I’m holding it hostage. It’s right here beside me, bound and gagged. If you want it, you’ll have to come get it.” Feeney smiled. “What? And are you going to rape my other foot too, and steal that shoe as well?” Laughter. “Rika?” “What is it, cutie?” “Did you ask your father to give me a raise?” “What the hell do you think?” “Why? “I already told you. I’m in love with your feet.” “Be serious!” “Sorry, Phoenix. Okay, the real truth is that…I’m madly in love with your feet!” More laughter. “Rika!!” “Okay look, I found out what you make,” Rika sighed. “Trust me, you deserve it. I can’t and won’t try to change my father’s mind; he was happy to do it. So shut the hell up and forget about arguing. It’s a done deal.” Feeney sat in silence, smiling out the window. “Still there?” Rika asked nervously. “Yes.” “There’s just one catch.” “What is it? “Now you owe me—big time!” Feeney blew out a breath. Here it comes, she thought. “What do I have to do, Rika?” “You have to come over to my place for dinner tonight.” Feeney was surprised. Maybe Rika really did want her as a friend. “That’s all? “That’s all.” “What if I have a date?” Feeney said coyly. “Cancel it; your new best friend is more important.” “Oh, so that’s what you are,” Feeney grinned. “Yes. New best friend and foot masseuse.” “I see. And what’s for dinner…best friend? The best pizza you’ve ever tasted, plus wonderful red wine; lots of both. “Is it homemade?” Laughter. “You have a death wish? I don’t cook anything; I order out. Feeney laughed too. “Geez, I can’t seem to decide. Hmm…tempt me!” The phone was silent for a long moment, “You seemed to really enjoy your foot massage today.” Feeney paused. “Yes, I did. No…actually, I loved it. I’ve never felt anything like that before; I…” “Then come on. I couldn’t do your feet justice in the restaurant, but here, I can show off my skills and take proper care of them. And you’ll get to see my wild apartment, which I’m sure you’ll find rather…interesting.” “Oh?” “Yes. Unless I’m badly mistaken, I think you’ll find that it’s right up your alley. Feeney smirked. “In what way? “Wait; you’ll see. First we’ll have drinks, then a nice dinner together,” and And speaking of the bondage gear in my living room… well, let’s just say I might need some help with that.

“Afterwards, I’ll tend to your feet for as long as you like.”

Feeney stayed quiet for a moment, letting Rika wait in suspense. For some odd reason, she seemed to be enjoying the torment—perhaps because Feeney had taken her shoe—but she had already made up her mind.

“Come on, cutie! Look, all my lotions and massage gear are laid out and ready,” Rika said. “If you say no, I’ll just use them on myself, but you’ll miss the best part…”

“Okay, okay!!” Feeney exclaimed. “You’ve seduced me; I’m coming!”

“Great! Got a pencil?”

“Duh! Don’t forget who I am—I’m a secretary,” she replied.

Feeney scribbled down Rika’s address and asked for directions. “What time should I be there?”

“Pizza will likely arrive in about an hour or so.”

“I live almost an hour away, Rika, by the time I head home to change…”

“Then don’t bother coming back here first. Come straight over; it’s only fifteen minutes from your place.”

“But my clothes are dirty, and I stink.”

“You can take a shower at my place, and I have clean clothes you can wear.”

Feeney nodded to herself. “Oh right, clothes that fit your Amazonian body!”

“I’ve got something that will suit you too, trust me. Besides, it’s just the two of us girls; who else is going to see?”

Feeney shook her head with a smile. “You—are—totally—exasperating!”

“That’s exactly why I’m your best friend.”

“Okay, I’m coming. But only because of the pizza—I’m starving.”

“And no wonder! Gazpacho soup? Yuck!!”

“Rika?”

“What is it, cutie?”

“Just remember, I can’t stay too late; I have to work tomorrow.”

“Is that so?” Rika laughed and hung up. * As Feeney was getting ready to leave the office, Tom Corbin approached her.

“Good luck strikes again,” he said.

Feeney raised an eyebrow at him.

“By any chance do you know Erika Rand, the president’s daughter?”

“We’ve had lunch together,” Feeney said nervously.

Corbin nodded. “Well, she just called her father’s secretary on the phone. It seems she needs your help with a personal matter tomorrow morning.”

Feeney remained silent.

“Paperwork of some sort, I’d guess—maybe taxes. Here is her number.” He handed her a yellow sticky note.

Feeney nodded absently.

“She said it wouldn’t take too long, maybe just a couple of hours. Once you’re done, go ahead and take the rest of the day off; things are slow here right now.”

“Really?”

Pointing down to her bare foot, he added, “Why don’t you go shopping and buy yourself a new pair of shoes with your newfound wealth?”

As he started to step away, he turned back around. “Monday’s a holiday, so you’ll have a nice long quiet four-day weekend.” 1221 Feeney got lost twice but still managed to arrive in less than twenty minutes at the address Rika had given her.

She had fully expected Rika to be living in a high-end condo or townhouse and was quite surprised to find that the address pointed to a large warehouse-sized building in the oldest part of downtown.

The structure was made of brown brick, with sea green tiles covering the lower first floor. Many of these tiles were broken or missing, giving the whole effect one of dreariness and decay. A weathered neon sign above an aluminum canopy read twelve twenty-one; the second number two was flickering.

Feeney parked her fifteen-year-old BMW 325ic—nicknamed Fritz—in a large washboarded unpaved parking lot to the right of the building.

The lot contained four or five older cars, mostly Japanese models, but nothing as pretty or dependable as little Fritz.

Following her usual custom, she didn’t bother locking it. Her thinking was that it would be better for thieves to simply open the door if they wanted to try stealing it—they couldn’t easily break in because she had heavily theft-proofed it—rather than slitting the new black canvas top with a knife. Her Blaupunkt radio would also be safe inside; it used cassettes, and nobody, not even thieves, wanted a cassette.

Feeney had borrowed a pair of black rubber boots from the lost-and-found at school; the kind with numerous black snap buckles running up the front seam. They were absolutely hideous and at least two sizes too big. They felt like lead weights on her feet as she trudged toward the building’s door.

Feeney had quite decided that even if Rika had given her a huge raise, somehow, she was going to make Feeney pay dearly for this little joke.

“Shoe thief!” She muttered with a cold smile.

She pushed on the right double glass door. It was locked. She pushed on the left one and it opened with a nerve-chilling squeak. Feeney rolled her eyes.

Inside, a gray-painted cement floor slanted upwards toward a set of burgundy doors with portholes. To her right was a boarded-up ticket booth. The building was—or more probably had once been—a theater.

Two people sat behind a long folding table beside the burgundy doors. One was a pretty girl with short, impossibly red hair. She wore blue jeans and a short-sleeved white dress shirt buttoned up at the collar. A tattooed snake writhed along one arm while rows of silver studs decorated both ears.

Beside her sat a bare-chested man. Both his ears and nipples were pierced; his bald head was shaved and shiny. He wore a thin leather collar from which a single pendant danced.

Both looked bored.

The girl looked up and smiled as she took in Feeney’s black rubber boots.

“Koo-wal!” She said.

“Hi,” Feeney replied. “I’m looking for Rika…Rika Rand?”

“Aren’t we all?” The girl purred.

Feeney smiled nervously. “She’s expecting me; my name is Phoenix.”

The girl’s smile widened. “Koo-wal name!”

“Thanks,” Feeney replied.

“Like that bird in the Harry Potter movie?” The man asked.

Feeney smiled at him and nodded.

“We all go up in ashes,” he said cryptically.

“Uh, I suppose so,” Feeney agreed.

“We all go up in assholes!” The girl added, giggling.

The man shook his head disgustedly and bent forward to add up some numbers on a yellow legal pad in front of him. On the table between them sat a large bowl filled with condoms. A small sign taped to the side read: ‘Free with admission – help fight AIDS – One only please.’

The red-haired girl stood and walked around the table. “Follow me, chickie.”

She crossed in front of Feeney toward a narrow door to the left of the ticket booth. Reaching into her jeans, she withdrew a large ring of color-coded keys. Selecting a black one, she unlocked the door. Inside, a short hallway led to a staircase going up to the right and then back again towards the front of the building.

“Rika’s digs are on the top floor; you can’t miss it,” the girl said, staring down at the boots with a smile.

“Thanks,” Feeney replied.

The girl’s eyes twinkled, and with a little giggle she added, “Rika is going to just love those boots! Better kiss them goodbye; you’ll never get out alive wearing them!”

“Yeah, she has a real thing for stealing shoes. I’m sure that these boots aren’t beyond her either. Thanks—sweetie.” Feeney said and entered the hallway.

She heard the door click shut behind her, then the sound of the key being turned in the lock.

“Great!” Feeney muttered. “I’m locked in!” Staring up the dimly lit stairs she thought, “Think pizza, Feeney.”

The stairs were narrow and long, with metal handrails covered in numerous coats of badly peeling sea-green paint. She ascended five flights of rubber-treaded steps before finally arriving at the top, panting. A stained brown carpet led to the right toward the only door. A single grimy window looked down on the street in front.

Catching her breath, Feeney thought, ‘No wonder she has such a tight ass.’

When she got to the door, Feeney’s eyes widened.

A single row of silver studs decorated a door that was completely covered in black leather. Two silver letters at the top formed the initials R.R. Below them, a small sign warned: “Enter at your own risk!”

But most remarkable was what had been attached to the center of the door.

The sole of a gigantic bare foot hung vertically down the center. Two feet long and several inches thick, its five flexed toes stuck out at the top. The foot was presumably a woman’s, as the toenails had been painted bright pink.

The detail of the foot was remarkably accurate, even to the map of tiny wrinkles that covered the sole. Feeney smiled.

“And she touched the small toe. It was crafted from a soft type of plastic, bending easily under her fingers.

She traced her fingertips along the massive sole. The texture felt almost real, and Feeney held back a shudder of pure erotic delight as she continued to gently stroke it. The foot was exquisitely beautiful, perfectly proportioned in every way.

Her fingers found a small button centered on the sole. Leaning closer, she noticed tiny letters above it that said, ‘Tickle me.’

Feeney pressed down.

Gears and an electric motor began to whir with sound. A tinny female voice shrieked out, ‘NO! I CAN’T STAND IT!’ before breaking into manic laughter. The foot came alive; its long toes wiggled furiously as the mad giggling continued, echoing through the hallway and down the stairs.

Startled, Feeney jumped back.

A loud click echoed as the door was thrown open. Rika stood there at the threshold, scowling. She wore a short black cotton robe with pink piping. A belt loosely encircled her slender waist, revealing the cleavage between her two firm breasts. Her feet were bare.

‘You’ve been fucking with my foot?’ she asked angrily, then broke into a wide grin. ‘Your cutie is late, get your ass in here!’

Home Sweet Home

Feeney stepped into a long room lit dimly, featuring a very high ceiling. To her left, the wall was made of sandblasted brown brick, while the rest of the space was painted eggshell white. The carpet matched; it was thick and looked expensive.

The room had minimal furniture but was immaculately clean. Along the brick wall stood tall narrow tables displaying pieces of art. To her right, a black leather sofa rested against an outwardly curving wall. Track lighting from above highlighted areas of interest and the artwork displays. At the far end, a short hallway opened up to reveal a large oil painting of a nude woman. This neat, perfect room stood in sharp contrast to the rest of the dilapidated building.

A key hanging on a long thin chain dangled from the door lock. Rika twisted it shut and hooked the chain around her neck.

Feeney was locked inside—again!

‘Interesting door-bell,’ Feeney commented.

‘I thought you’d like it.’ Rika said, winking. ‘Slip off your coat, foot-fan.’

Feeney struggled out of her jacket. ‘Where did you get that?’

“I had it made special. It’s my foot; they took a cast.”

Feeney giggled. “Your voice too, I suppose?”

‘None other,’ Rika replied. Then she cried out, ‘NO! I CAN’T STAND IT!’

Feeney giggled again.

Rika seemed to notice Feeney’s boots for the first time.

“Where on earth did you get those? They’re scrumptious!”

Feeney looked down. “From school. Freebies. They’re a mile too big, but I didn’t have much choice; some evil woman stole my loafer at lunch.”

‘No shit?’ Rika said, shocked. ‘The bitch! Let’s get those off; I want to see those perfect bare feet.’ She bent down to one knee and began undoing the snap buckles.

Feeney watched as Rika worked. Staring between her breasts, she saw that beneath the black robe, Rika was completely nude. Rika tapped behind each of Feeney’s knees with her hand, and Feeney dutifully lifted each leg in turn as the boots were quickly slid off.

Grinning, Rika stood up and held the boots up to her blue-green eyes. “These are sexier than hell!” “Like ‘em? They’re yours!” Feeney said, glad to be rid of them. Rika clutched the boots to her chest. “Really?” Feeney nodded.

Rika turned the boots upside down and stared at the soles. “Size twelves; a perfect fit!”, she giggled.

Then Feeney suddenly remembered. “Oh shit, Rika! I forgot; I’ll need to use those boots to get home. But I’ll see that you get them later.”

Rika bent forward and quickly pecked Feeney on the nose. “Nope. You gave em to me, so now they’re mine! You’ll just have to go home barefoot!” Sliding open the closet door, Rika stuffed the boots onto a high shelf.

“I’ll try them on later,” she said happily. “Maybe in the middle of the night when I get up for a pee.” She chuckled as an idea struck her. “Maybe I’ll even wear them back to bed!”

‘Some new friend!’ Feeney thought. Her eyes followed Rika’s long legs down to the floor. They widened as she stared at the tall woman’s long bare feet.

Following her gaze, Rika said, ‘Like em?’ and turned around once.

Thin pink leather straps with tiny pink pom-poms in front surrounded both of Rika’s ankles. Attached to the sides by silver rivets were pink straps that descended stirrup-like to wrap beneath each sole. Around each long big toe was another pink strap with a matching pom-pom. “Like em?” Rika asked again. “I call them my ‘Spats’. They feel sexy as hell!”

‘Pretty ah…Koo-wal!’ Feeney replied, unable to remove her eyes. ‘I wore them just for you, cutie,’ Rika said. ‘Tonight after your foot massage, I’ll let you try them on if you’d like.’ Feeney smiled, oddly tempted by the offer for some reason.

‘Wanna shower, or would you like a drink first?’ Rika asked. ‘A drink please,’ Feeney said. “I need to unwind.” “Don’t worry, I’ll unwind you! Name your poison.” Feeney raised an eyebrow. ‘Maybe…a margarita?’

Rika grinned. ‘Got a pitcher ready in the fridge. Knew it was your favorite. Go sit on the sofa; I’ll be the drink slave.”

Rika walked toward a small open modern kitchen just to the right as one entered the apartment. The pink pom-poms danced happily with her movement. “How did you know that I liked margaritas?” Feeney asked. ‘A little bird told me.’ ‘Not sit, before I spank you.”

Feeney sat on the right side of the black leather sofa. She expected it to be cold and hard, but instead found it warm and wonderfully soft. Her hand reflexively squeezed the leather, loving the feel against her palm. “Is this a gay bar?” Feeney suddenly asked, already knowing the answer. ‘No.’ The reply came from the kitchen. ‘This is my apartment. The gay bar’s downstairs.”

Very funny.” ‘I own it,’ Rika continued. “I decided to remodel the third floor so I could live up here and keep an eye on things. Close to the action, so to speak.’ “‘This is your building?’ Feeney asked, surprised. ‘Lock, stock, and beer barrel.”

‘Then you’re…gay? I mean, a…’ “Lesbian?’ Rika supplied. Yes.” Rika seemed to consider this. ‘Sometimes.’ ‘Some-times?’ Feeney asked. Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes I’m a lesbian, but usually I’m not. Depends on my mood at the moment.”

‘Then you’re bisexual?’ Not really, no. I mean, I like men okay, but I don’t usually sleep with them.’ Feeney’s brow furrowed. “I’m… I’m confused. Laughter followed. ‘Join the club!’ Rika said.

Feeney made an abrupt decision to change the subject. The conversation was entering areas she didn’t want to go into without some liquid reinforcement, preferably strong liquid reinforcement.’ “How long have you lived here?’ She asked. Silence from the kitchen as Rika considered the question. Let’s see…’ I bought this building when I was twenty-one; that was almost ten years ago. It’ll be ten years on my birthday this month. By the way, cutie, I was born on the exact same day as you: October thirty-first; Halloween.’

Feeney stiffened. ‘How the hell did you know that?’ She heard the sound of drinks being poured. ‘I told you,’ Rika said. “I have this little bird friend.” Feeney rolled her eyes. Great! So…we’re the same age?” “Exactly,’ came back. ‘Almost to the hour.’

Shit.’ Feeney murmured to herself. Just what else did this little bird tell you about me?

Rika strode toward the sofa carrying two huge glasses of margaritas and two bowls of tostados. She had a curious long-legged gait, and Feeney noticed that the tall woman moved on the balls of her feet when she walked. ‘Everything! I know all about you, cutie. At least everything the colleges’ computer could give me.’ “You have access to the mainframe?’ Feeney asked, surprised.

Rika nodded. ‘Have had for years. My daddy’s the president, remember?’ ‘I remember. He’s the guy who signs my paycheck.’ Rika winked her blue eye. You’re much larger paycheck!” Feeney smiled. Yeah, thanks for that.” You can thank me later by”

“I’ll let you have those feet of yours.” “They’re all yours. And to be honest…” Feeney’s cheeks flushed. Rika moved two small black tables next to the ends of the sofa and set their drinks down. “Go on,” she urged. Feeney smiled, but nervously shook her head. Rika sat at the opposite end of the sofa. “Look, if we’re going to be friends, I think we need to establish a few ground rules first.” Feeney took a big sip of her drink and looked at Rika expectantly. “One, whatever is said or done here stays here. It’s between us, and only us! Friends keep their secrets!” Feeney nodded. “Okay. And two?” “Two, I intend to be completely honest with you about everything in my life, no matter how messy it gets. And I expect the same from you.” Feeney considered this for a moment and took another sip. “Okay, that seems fair enough.” She paused before continuing. “But give me some leeway for now; I’m used to keeping my secrets tucked away here,” she said, tapping her chest. “Agreed,” Rika replied, holding out her hand. “Shake.” Feeney reached to take it, but just in time, Rika lifted her bare foot from the floor and placed it into Feeney’s palm. Feeney grinned and shook the foot. Rika continues in chapter three.