This week, a once-wealthy woman offering her feet to pay the bills: 45, straight, divorced, UWS. The sun streams in through my bedroom window high above Manhattan. I take a quick peek at my emails. Thirty-seven new messages … maybe one or two will pan out. Prior to that, I was married to a very wealthy man.
There are many variations of foot fetishes. My dad has this bizarre ability to pinch with his toes and he used to attack us with his toe pincers when we were little. I field some emails. My kids are back. Who knew they could have just as easily been referring Foot fetish blgs fetishes?
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This week, a once-wealthy woman offering her feet to pay the bills: 45, straight, divorced, UWS. The sun streams in through my bedroom window high above Manhattan.
I take a quick peek at my emails. Thirty-seven new messages … maybe one or two will pan out. Prior to that, I was married to a very wealthy man. I was a stay-at-home mom and wife and took care of my lovely home well, a housekeeper did and organized the social life of my family. Things have changed. While my ex traipsed around Europe with his life-size Barbie girlfriend, I was home with two kids trying to make ends meet.
After an abusive marriage, nearly seven years in divorce court, a dying dad, and two young children, I was in no position to get a job. Even if I could have, the only thing I was good at was being a trophy wife. When I was in college, I was a foot model for some big designers. A photographer friend clued me into the foot-fetish industry and let me know how much my feet are worth. Once my money problems got big enough, I remembered this … and started dabbling.
From time to time I will get mildly aroused — honestly, usually not. But I have a question: What does the rest of you look like? No lunches to pack since they eat at their private school in Riverdale. Kids on their way to school. Now I can see if Harry is really serious. I send him my height, weight, ethnicity, coloring, size, and tell him I live in a doorman building.
I close the deal with Harry. Math tutor for both kids. When we met, he seemed like a real man, not like the boys I had been dating. A Russian jet-setter who loved the nightlife, shopping, talking all night, and spending time with me. He made me feel special, important, and beautiful. Everyone told me how much he loved me.
I think he really did and still does, in a way. Another bad night of sleep. I make myself a double espresso. Rubbing my eyes, I think, Shit, did I really agree to see Harry today?
No check from my fucking ex-husband and a near-empty fridge. Damn right you did, girl. Drop kids off at bus. Close the blinds. Spritz of Chanel No. I would just die. No one would ever believe someone like me would be advertising on Craigslist. I open the door to find Harry, a distinguished-looking man with silver hair. As he enters my apartment, he takes off his navy cashmere jacket and hands me a stack of twenties.
Harry spends his hour lying on the floor while I sit on the couch and use my feet to give him a massage. Fifty minutes later, I walk my client to the door and wish him a lovely day. Simple as that! I make chicken fajitas and fresh guacamole with sides of rice and beans. Homework done, teeth brushed, and kids in bed. Lights out. I wake up even earlier than usual to find another email from Harry.
He wants to come back to see me again. Harry arrives and seems in a very good mood despite the monsoon outside. He places a stack of twenties on my table.
Ka-ching, ka-ching! I call back two potential clients. One is coming on his lunch break. Thirty-minute session with Marv. He brought me shoes — cheap-looking platforms — from El Mundo to model. I hand the shoes to Marv. Hide shoes. Wednesday-night visitation.
Kids and I are downstairs in the lobby waiting for my ex. Neither do I. My ex finally pulls up. The doorman hears everything. But I blame myself for this situation. I thought my husband would take care of me for the rest of my life.
My daughter calls to say good night and begs me to come and get her. I am seething. I open a bottle of wine and cry. What will I do next? Are we going to be okay? How did I ever manage to not only marry a total narcissist but to have children with him? I wake up on my living-room couch in a sweat, fresh from a nightmare where my ex-husband is a piranha who chewed my feet off with his rows and rows of sharp, needlelike teeth. This Craigslist thing will have to be a very temporary situation.
Hopefully just until my assets are released. Wake up looking and feeling like shit. Harry wants to see me again. Three days in a row! Harry arrives at my front door for his usual appointment. Deposit cash so I can pay bills. Back home and on Craigslist. I need to keep the momentum going. Sometimes I think this is better than dating ….
My kids are back. I lie. My son tells me I look especially pretty today. My daughter has a play date, and my son has soccer practice. While checking emails from my iPhone, I talk to the moms and a hot single dad. I wonder if he has any fetishes …. I encourage the kids to get to sleep early so I can get back on Craigslist. Maybe weekends are busier than the workweek.
Noon While the kids are in school I see a new client for half an hour. He fondles my feet while staying completely silent. He refuses to look me in the eye. Very weird. My daughter and I make cupcakes, her favorite.
My daughter is pleading with me not to send her. My ex is late again. I once again tell the bastard that I need my child-support check. In response, he drives off. I finish the last of the Bordeaux and check my emails. My first appointment told his wife that he was going to the gym. Second client is from Connecticut.
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