Layne Meets Georgia Part 12: Connaisseuse Tears

   Georgia, Layne, and Tangela soon went to Burgundy's house. It was a giant mansion, fitting for a self-proclaimed Connaisseuse like herself. Once they arrived, Georgia knocked on the door. "Coming!" a female voice said from behind the door.

   Burgundy opened the door. "Can I he-?" she began, but was interrupted by the sight of the three. "Oh, it's you Georgia. What are you doing here?"

   "Oh nothing," Georgia said. "I just wanted to ask you something." "What is it?" Burgundy asked. "Do you mind if we come in?" Georgia requested, not wanting to draw attention. "I wanna do this privately."

   "Yeah, what she said," Layne restated. Tangela just nodded. "Tang."

   "Alright fine," Burgundy said. She opened her door wider and let them in.

   "Now that were alone," Georgia looked over to Layne. Then she went up closer and cupped her hand around his ear and whispered, "Tell Tangela to use Sleep Powder on Burgundy."

   "Huh?" Burgundy was getting suspicious about the group. "What are you whispering over there, Georgia?"

   Layne was confused. Why would Georgia tell Tangela to use a move that he doesn't even know? He whispered back, "But Tangela doesn't know Sleep Powder. I don't know what to do."

   "Does he know Stun Spore?" Georgia whispered.

   "Actually," Layne just realized, "I got something better. You might wanna plug your ears, though." With fridge brilliance at his side, he took out a different Poké Ball, which contained Jigglypuff. "Jiggly!" Jigglypuff exclaimed as she came out of the Poké Ball.

   "Jigglypuff, use Sing!" Layne ordered. Jigglypuff was eager to sing, so she gave an affirmative "Jigg!" Afterward, she started to sing the trademark lullaby all Jigglypuff are known for.

   "OH!" Georgia plugged her ears just as soon as the melody began.

   "Hey what are you d-doing-gg?" As soon as Burgundy said this, she started getting drowsy. She fell asleep soon after.

   "Nice thinking Layne," Georgia said, "and thank you Jigglypuff! There, now that she's asleep, let's tie her up and take off her shoes and socks!"

   "Jiggly!" Jigglypuff cheered in victory. She was then returned to her Poké Ball.

   "Alright, then," Layne said. He tugged off Burgundy's shoes and pulled off her socks. Her bare feet were delicate, given she was a Connaisseuse, albeit a C-Class, and her toenails had a French pedicure, expressing her French heritage. "Mmm, they do look pretty good, I will admit."

   Georgia got the rope to tie Burgundy up with, and she noticed Layne's compliment toward Burgundy's feet. "Even better than my nails?" she giggled.

   "Hell no!" Layne exclaimed. "Yours are better because you're the nicer person. I'm just saying that Burgundy's are unique, partly because she's part-French."

   "Ok bud" Georgia smiled. "Now, if you will excuse me, I've been waiting to do this to her for a while now." She picked up Burgundy's left foot, and without hesitation, sucked on her toes.  "Mmm, 'manifuice', as she would say."

   "Mani-what?" Layne was confused. "I don't speak French." French was one of his least favorite languages to date, and this was because of the presence of many letters in several French words that were not sounded out. "Anyway, go on and have your fun."

   Georgia was too busy licking her left sole to notice what Layne said when he said it, but she did notice, after all. "Mmmmm, huh? Don't you want to join me? Her right foot's free."

   "Okay," Layne said as he kneeled down to her right foot, "but what does 'manifuice' mean? Also, think we should get her feet a little dirty?"

   "Uh, Burgundy said it meant "delicious" in French," Georgia recalled. "And sure we can get her feet dirty, but can I finish up licking her arch and heel first?"

   "I guess it might be delicious," Layne thought. "And it's a done deal." He started to lick and worship Burgundy's right foot. "Also, if you feel uncomfortable with licking another girl's feet because you're a girl, I really apologize."

   "I don't feel uncomfortable licking another girl's feet," Georgia confessed. "I've been wanting to do this to her for a while. And by the looks on the skin of her feet, she's always been hiding these beauties in those darn shoes and socks of hers. So it feels like to me, we're thanking her feet by worshiping them." The Dragon Buster licked throughout Burgundy's left heel, and slowly and gracefully licked her left arch. "Sorry if I sounded weird there. I guess I had a closet fetish, and I didn't realize it."

   "What are you talking about weird?" Layne asked. "That's awesome!" He wasn't too big on Yuri, but he loved girl-on-girl foot worship.

   "Oh, really?" Georgia was shocked to hear Layne understood completely. "Thank you! To be honest, you're the first person that I told that I have a foot fetish, and it pleases me to know that you're fine with it." She then sucked on Burgundy's saliva-covered toes, sharply licking her big toe. "Mmmm, so good…" She started to drool. "Hey Layne, what about we start dirtying up Burgundy's sexy soles while she's still snoozing?"

   "Sure thing," Layne said eagerly. "Where will we get the dirt from?"

   Georgia looked outside for a little bit, then spotted Burgundy's vegetable garden. Fine vegetables were growing out of it, and if the soil from the garden was effective in making plants grow, it would be good for getting female feet dirty. "How about dirt from her garden? This will show her."

   "Sounds great," Layne replied. "And if you want to, you can rub your own feet in that dirt as well."

   "Why," Georgia asked, "don't you want to rub the dirt on my smooth feet? Then, I can rub the dirt on Burgundy's feet."

   "Okay, you win." Layne was glad to have lost this one. He took a handful of dirt from Burgundy's garden and started to rub it on Georgia's soles. While he was rubbing, he decided to give a good massage to her feet.

   "Oh, that feels nice, veery nice." Georgia was pleased that Layne was willing to take good care of her feet. Putting her focus back to the task at hand, she rubbed the dirt hardly on the bottoms of Burgundy's fresh, pale feet while she enjoyed the massage she was getting from Layne. "Mmm yeah, getting them really dirty, and done. Are you finished with my feet yet Layne?"

   "Yeah," Layne confirmed. "And I made sure to get your feet incredibly dirty. Do you think I made your feet dirtier, or do you think you made Burgundy's feet dirtier?"

   Georgia looked at the bottoms of her dirty feet, then back at Burgundy's. "Hmm, our soles look evenly dirty. Now let's clean them up." She then grabbed both of Burgundy's filthy feet. "I'll clean Burgundy's soles, while you clean mine. Does that sound good?"

   "Okay, then," Layne said, impressed that his idea of the perfect dirty feet were near identical to Georgia's. "However, I would like a taste of Burgundy's once in a while. Also, when do you think she'll wake up?"

   "Alright sure," Georgia said. She didn't want to be too selfish. "And from the looks of it, not for another hour. We have lots of time." She began to suck on Burgundy's toes and lick her soles deeply.

   "Sounds great," Layne said. However, he didn't start to lick Georgia's feet yet. "Now, I know this is starting to get very annoying, but I'd like a tease from you with your garden-soiled feet, as well as from Burgundy. I know she's not awake yet, but you can just wiggle her toes manually."

   "Hmm, alright," Georgia said. She playfully wiggled her toes and moved her feet around herself. Afterward, she grabbed Burgundy's feet and toes and wiggled them. "Now if you will excuse me again," she said. She then resumed worshiping Burgundy's feet.

   "What a perfect appetizer!" Layne complimented. "Now I can begin!" He started to worship Georgia's soles in the same way Georgia was worshipping Burgundy's soles. If Georgia sucked Burgundy's toes, Layne would suck on her toes. If Georgia licked Burgundy's arches, Layne would lick her arches.

   Georgia was all too aware of Layne's worshiping. She tried not to laugh, but had to let out a few sparse giggles. Layne also knew about Georgia's dilemma, so he had to reassure her. "You can laugh, but just don't laugh too hard, lest you wake the beast."

   "That's what I was trying to not do," Georgia restated. She analyzed Burgundy's feet. "Hmm, these parts of her soles are still dirty." She began to lick those parts, hoping to perfectly clean them.

   Layne also noticed some portions of Georgia's feet were still dirty. "And I'll do the same for you." He also licked those few dirty portions with the same goal in mind.

   As much as Georgia was about to lose it, she pulled through until Burgundy's feet were licked spotless. "I-I'm done, her feet are clean. Are mine clean yet?"

   "Not yet," Layne said. "There's still one last spot left." He left the best for last: her right heel. The part of her foot that would make her break. He didn't hesitate to lick her sensitive right heel clean, although he was worried that she would laugh so loud as to wake Burgundy up.

   Fortunately, Georgia was able to resist so that she wouldn't awaken Burgundy prematurely. "Hmhmhmhehehee, d-done?"

   "Odd," Layne remarked. "I was expecting a louder reaction. Still, we don't want to wake the beast. But yes, I am done."

   "Well, I tried to keep it quiet, so I wouldn't wake her up," Georgia reminded. "What do you want to do with her now?"

   "I don't know," Layne said. "Should we tell her about this, or run for it?"

   "Hmm," Georgia thought. "Let's leave her a note, and then run for it."

   "Okay, then." Layne got a postey-note and a pencil, and got ready. "Now, what do you want me to write?"

   "Hmm, write this," Georgia said. This was what the note said.

Dear Burgundy,
While you were taking your forced beauty rest, we gave your feet a little treatment. We say when we took off your shoes, they were white like snow, and we decided to treat them how feet should be deserved: by licking them and giving them a mud bath. The results showed a nice new color on your brand new feet. Sure, you may freak out when you read this, but we wanted to let you know that it's fun being barefoot, and you can have tons of fun while being barefoot. And who knows? Maybe if you wear shoes that reveal your feet and your cute French pedicure more, you can find a cute boyfriend of your own, and possibly lower your temper if you do.

Sincerely Yours,
Georgia and Layne
Bye!

   "How was that Layne?" Georgia asked. "A little too much?"

   Layne was writing the whole message on the postey-note. "'Georgia...and...Layne...Bye!' Okay, I'm done."

   "Ok, let me untie her," Georgia said. She took the rope and untied it so Burgundy wouldn't be restrained anymore. "There we go. Let's make a break for it!"

   "Yeah, let's go now!" Layne started to run, just as fast as he did before. Georgia didn't run for it immediately, because she wanted to make sure Burgundy got the note. She slipped the note in between her toes, and made a run for it.