It was another normal day at Dunder Mifflin with phones ringing, paper being sold, and everyone at their usual spots; Kevin snacking in the break room, Stanley almost asleep in his chair, and Jim killing time at the receptionist desk chatting with his wife. “So did you hear?” Pam asked. “Hear what?” “About the money from corporate?” “…no; what are you talking about? What money?” Jim pressed, his interest now fully piqued. “Oh, if you don’t already know maybe I shouldn’t say anything” “What?! No way, you can’t just say that and back out. We’re married, Beasley; you legally have to tell me” Jim explained like it was common knowledge. “I don’t remember that one in the vows…but fine. Apparently corporate sent every branch manager a check to give their sales team a bonus” “Really? That’s great” “I wouldn’t get excited just yet…” “Why not? Oh no, you said they gave it to Michael…” Jim realized with a sigh of dread, knowing their boss was painfully irresponsible with money.

“I saw a receipt on his desk for a boat earlier” “Are you serious? He bought a boat with our money?? Unbelievable; does anyone else know about this? I’ve gotta say something” Jim concluded with frustration. “No! I overheard the call between Michael and corporate; you can’t say anything or they’ll know I was listening in” Pam forbid. “…alright but I’m gonna find out more; you know I’ve been eyeing that new grill” Jim reminded just as Michael came out of his office with a familiar look. “Attention! Attention, everyone! Behold…as the great Michael Scott escapes the straitjacket of death!” Michael announced with his best magician voice before fighting the white sleeves in front of the annoyed audience. “Didn’t you already try this?” Angela asked. “That was…a defective straitjacket…this one is authentic!” Michael assured to excuse his first fluke years ago, still struggling to make any progress. “Do we have to watch this? I have a client on the phone” Oscar complained. “Yes you do; you’re lucky to get a show like this” Dwight reprimanded with his usual loyalty as Michael knocked into the wall and fell on the floor, still trying to get loose.

“What’s going on?” Ryan asked as he came through the door holding a caramel covered pretzel. “Where did you get that??” Phyllis asked. “The pretzel cart downstairs” he answered casually. “It’s pretzel day?!” Kevin asked. “It’s pretzel day!” Kelly shouted before hurrying out the office to get a pretzel, followed by the rest of the room until the only ones left were Jim and Michael. “I want a pretzel! Hey, Jim! Could you just pull on one of the sleeves in the back there?” Michael requested, starting to break a sweat as he continued fighting the jacket on the floor. “And ruin your great escape? No way; I’ll just take a seat and watch the master at work” Jim refused with a smug grin as he took a seat in his chair next to Michael. He tugged on the jacket back and forth and floundered around on the floor just as unsuccessfully as the first time he attempted it but this time he ran the risk of missing pretzel day; a day he waited all year for.

“Ughhh! Jim, just help me out; we don’t have to tell anyone I didn’t escape on my own” Michael whined as he finally stopped trying with a look of defeat. “Tell you what, I’ll help you but I want to hear why you bought a boat with our bonuses” Jim explained as he slowly pried off his loafer with the other foot. “Wha…what bonuses?? I don’t know…what you’re talking about” Michael tried to lie, poorly, like he did when he had something to hide. “I’m talking about the money from corporate meant for us” Jim elaborated as his other shoe came off and Michael’s eyes wandered to the big socked feet next to him. “I uhh…I’m not sure…you said a boat??” “Yeah…your boat” Jim reiterated before rolling even closer and propping his feet on Michael’s chest, drawing his boss’ attention with nervous confusion. Jim’s devious side was usually reserved for Dwight so Michael wasn’t sure how to interpret the intimidating smirk looking down at him. “Just get me out of the jacket so I can get a pretzel, come on, man!” Michael tried to convince with another jerk.

“Surely you can just buy your own pretzel if you can afford a whole boat” Jim pointed out with a flashy smile of condescension as he crossed his ankles and flexed his toes in the black sheer socks. “…what is this? I mean, so what if I have a boat? Right now I just want a damn pretzel!” “Alright…then why don’t you show me how much you want it” Jim answered, moving his right foot closer to Michael’s face and teasing his chin with his big toe. “What? What do you mean…? Haha come on” Michael tried to laugh off. “I mean show me” Jim didn’t back down before placing his toes across Michael’s nose and rubbing a little back and forth. “MMhugh! WhaATareyyOoUDoOInG??” Michael asked while shifting his head around with exaggerated disgust but he couldn’t avoid the leathery tang of Jim’s juicy toes. “They smell ok?” “…no, are you kidding? Gross” Michael refuted. “No? Then just shove my foot off…oh wait, you can’t because you can’t get out of your own straitjacket” Jim taunted, spreading his sheer toes across Michael’s nose and rubbing his cheek with the balls of his meaty foot.

“Ugh! Jim, I don’t wanna smell your feet!” Michael objected. “I think you do, I think you love it” Jim answered with a pleasured grin at his position, dominating his boss’ face with ease. “What are you talking about?? Come on, this is ridiculous!” “You know what I bet is ridiculous; that pretzel line…and I’m sure they only have a limited amount” Jim pointed out, watching Michael fear missing his chance even more. “Jim, please just help me out this thing!” “Sorry, no can do. I think I’ll just sit here and let you enjoy my feet” Jim refused with his best cocky asshole persona as Michael fought against the giant foot on his face. “Maybe you should tell me how they taste” Jim suggested before his other foot landed on Michael’s mouth. “Ugh, no way! Are you crazy??” “No, come on, give em’ a taste” Jim pressed, teasing Michael’s lips for a minute before he finally opened up a little and licked across the socked toes. “Haha there you go, really get in there” Jim encouraged before forcing a few toes past Michael’s lips, getting a surprised look from his boss before gently sucking on them a few moments later.

“Now we’re talking” Jim smiled as Michael’s protests became reluctant obedience, his lips massaging the plush toes while their salty flavor coated his mouth. “That feels pretty good but don’t be afraid to use some tongue” the office hunk encouraged with a grimace from Michael before his tongue returned to Jim’s foot and started licking back and forth across the base of his toes. “Mmm yeah, just like that” Jim encouraged, folding his arms behind his head like a cocky frat guy hazing a pledge as Michael worshiped his incredible feet. “If you really want me to help you out the straitjacket, you’re gonna have to agree to return the boat” Jim added, pulling Michael’s attention with a look of ‘are you serious?!’. “Yeah, that’s the deal” “Mmm!” Michael whined with his mouth still full until Jim pulled his foot out. “Oh, come on! I’ve always wanted a boat” Michael argued with a quick protest. “Yeah and I want a new grill so you’re getting the money back” Jim insisted with a grin of dominance while peeling off both black socks.

“This is insane; I’m your boss! You can’t just tell me what to do” Michael tried to assert but Jim just laughed at his attempt and planted both bare feet on his face, his thick, soft soles melting over Michael’s unwelcome expression. “Ughh, come on…they’re so warm!” Michael complained under the buttery soles. “What are you waiting for? Get to work!” Jim instructed before the moronic manager followed the command and started licking up and down his left foot, slowly gliding along the high arch and peachy pink heel. “Come on, Michael, I thought you wanted out the straitjacket?” Jim challenged, pressing his lush sole over his nose a little more. “Ok, ok! Fine…” Michael gave in, licking across the rich balls until his tongue was flat before lathering the rest of Jim’s foot with forced enthusiasm. “There’s that Dunder Mifflin work ethic” Jim coached with a subtle giggle as Michael’s tongue snaked between his toes.

“Don’t forget the other foot” Jim steered once his left was shiny and clean. “God, how big are your feet??” Michael questioned like his tongue was already getting tired. “Big enough to cover your whole face haha” Jim answered before his bound boss got to work on the opposite foot, licking back and forth across the base of the darker pink balls. The handsome brunette relaxed back in his chair a little more to really enjoy the unique situation as years of annoying, asinine, frustrating antics began to subconsciously fuel his revenge for wasting the bonuses. Jim could be arrogant and mischievous but he wasn’t an asshole, however humiliating Michael while he couldn’t do anything about it felt good, like a twisted kind of compensation. “Have you ever seen those WWE matches where the loser has to kiss the other’s foot? I’ve always wondered what that was like so why don’t you kiss my toes?” Jim directed with a smirk. “Fine” Michael obliged with a grossed-out look before kissing down the entire row, getting anther chuckle out of the salesman.

“Jim, seriously! They’re gonna run out of pretzels if I don’t get in line!” “Tell you what, you suck my toes and make me believe that you absolutely love it and I’ll get you out the straitjacket” Jim laid out with a domineering smile Michael couldn’t help but still find a little charming. “…I could always just let you borrow the boat” Michael tried to offer last minute. “I’d rather have the bonus, now get lickin’” Jim answered before Michael obeyed and started slurping the plump big toe, moving his lips up and down while his tongue massaged it with newfound passion. “That’s what I’m talking about” Jim commended as his boss sucked his big toe like it was dipped in chocolate, only moving onto the others after a solid five minutes. Michael sucked the second toe with the same zealous energy, impressing Jim with his commitment and it continued as he lapped up the third and fourth toe. A ticklish grin came across Halpert’s face while Michael worshiped his toes like he really did enjoy it and just when Jim thought he was going onto the last one, Michael took all of the four smaller toes in his mouth. “Oh, wow, alright” Jim smiled with surprise before Michael started licking along each of the sexy toes and sucking them with sloppy enthusiasm like a messy make-out session until Jim finally stopped him minutes later.

“Alright, alright…I think my toes are starting to prune up” Jim teased as he retracted his handsome feet. “Thank God!” Michael let out with relief before Jim rolled him over and started undoing the sleeves. “I don’t know, Michael, it kind of looked like you really did like it at one point” “What?? Haha yeah right, I just really love pretzel day” “Whatever you say, man. And I expect our bonuses by next week?” “Yeah, yeah” Michael agreed before getting up, pulling the straitjacket off, and sprinting out the office toward the pretzel line. Jim tossed the jacket in Michael’s office and sat down to put his socks and shoes back on until a voice pulled his attention toward the break room.

“Umm, Tuna?” “Andy?? I thought you were downstairs in line” Jim asked with a nervous grin to hide his concern. “No, I’m not a big pretzel guy…but I do have a question” “ok” “Would you let me uhh…do that to your feet?” Andy asked with obvious hesitation. “...what do you mean exactly?” Jim tried to play off. “What you got Michael to do…I saw most of it from the breakroom window” “Let me get this straight, you want to lick my feet?” “Yeah, I’ve never actually worshiped feet before but yours are just SO amazing” Andy gushed. “…I don’t know; everybody is gonna be back pretty soon” “Please? I’ll pay you! You can get that grill early” Andy offered with an awkwardly eager smile as Jim contemplated the request. “Sure, why not? I don’t think Michael’s gonna be back anytime soon” Jim agreed before walking into Michael’s office, loafers and socks in hand. “Oh my God! Yess!!” Andy exclaimed as he followed Jim in the manager’s office just in time to see him prop his big naked feet up on the desk, “Alright, they’re all yours.”