New office position

When you saw the flyer laying there on the ground "looking for office worker, shrunken accepted" you couldn't believe your eyes, a job where the shrunken were welcome ?

Reading further into the job offer, in the "fine print", it said that the shrunken would get food, water a place to sleep and security.
The offer sure seemed too good to be true, but, considering the other option of life on the street, scrounging for leftover food, the risk of getting crushed every day, you tore the offer out and went to the address that was given.

Upon arriving, a beautiful secretary welcomed you, unfazed by your tiny stature, she smiled and after seeing the paper in your hand, told you to follow her.

As you arrived to her desk, she began the usual questioner then asked if you were willing to sign on.
To which you said yes, but didn't know what the job entailed.

Her already beautiful smile grew wider, as she pointed to the floor beneath her desk, kicking her pumps off and presenting you with wiggling toes covered in stockings.
"Well, my little one"
"It's what we call a service job, we were looking for footrests, but the boss didn't want to buy any, so we gathered and took it upon ourselves to make good use of you tiny people"
"Your job will be to act as my own personal footrest, I want you to be my fidget thing when my feet get restless, and you'll be expected to lick and massage my feet whenever I have you beneath them"
"Don't worry though, I'll make sure you're safe and not apply too much pressure on your frail body, and I will be in full charge of your wellbeing ... you becoming my property, after all.
"Is that all good to you ?"
"I mean, it's either that or I could just crush you here and now ..."

You didn't have too much of a choice after all, as it was too good to be true, but she was a very pretty lady, and her feet didn't smell too bad, so you laid down on your back as she placed her feet upon you.
"Now start licking" ...