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Subject: {ASSM} RP GSN33 - Girl Guide Footsie {Crap for Brains}(Mg, footsie, mast, cons, humor, thesauri)
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                   Girl Scout Nookies 33
                     Girl Guide Footsie


                     Girl Guide Footsie
                      Crap for Brains

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Welcome to the Girl Scout Nookie story collection.  In
honor of the Girl Scout Cookie season, this collection is
being reposted in the story order sequence we used in the
Girl Scout Nookie Collection story site at

    http://www.asstr.org/~denny/

This is story number 33.

Mr. Brains is out of the hospital, just in time for
Rebecca to reappear at his door. And this time she's
brought a friend for a pre-sale discount special. Can Mr.
Brains outsmart these vixen Mistresses of Marketing?
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Disclaimer

Once again, I do not own the original idea for this; I am
merely a small player in the universe created by Kenny N
Gamera, and populated by other writers who are more
talented than I. That said, I think I shall be sticking
around for a while longer...I have a few more story ideas I
want to bang out first, and they won't get out of my brain
unless I type them out. Ah well...to anyone reading, I'm
truly apologetic for putting you through this twaddle...now
on to the story proper. :)

Copyright June 2006

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Crap For Brains had been released from hospital the
previous day, after his recent Girl Guide induced heart
attack. He was taking a week off work to fully recover from
the ordeal, and was just sitting in front of his computer,
tap-tap-tapping away messages to his online friends,
telling them what had happened that had kept him away for
the last several days, when there was a knock at the door.

"Oh sh...."

CFB got up and headed to the door, grabbing a couple of
thesauruses (thesauri?) off the coffee table on the way.
He'd dealt with a Girl Guide once already this month, and
that was one too many.

"Who is it?" he asked, keeping his voice calm and flat for
the most part.

"Postman", came the clipped answer, and CFB unbolted and
opened the door at once. Then he looked outside.

"Hi again CFB!" Becky said, smiling and waving up at him.
Then another girl of about the same age appeared next to
her.

"Holy fu--they're multiplying!" CFB muttered, and moved to
close the door, realising too late that both girls had
already entered his flat. He turned to look at them; Becky
looked the same as before, and the other girl was like a
small clone of her, aside from having blonde hair in a chin-
length bob and a pair of piercing blue eyes. And the straps
of her right sandal appeared to be held together with
nothing more than a few bits of string.

"Hello Mr. Brains", the new girl said happily, holding out
her hand to shake his, "I'm Rhiannon, but everyone just
calls me Rea. I'm the new girl!"

"Hi Rea", CFB said back, taking her hand warily and
shaking it. "Hello Becky", he said, simply nodding at her,
afraid of getting too close in case he had another heart
attack. "So what are you two girls doing here today, then?"
he asked, moving about the kitchen to get himself a frozen
bottle of Coca-Cola out of the freezer, and started sucking
on it like a lollipop.

"Well Mr. Brains," said Becky, moving forward a little.
CFB flinched away from her, making her pause. "We were in
the neighbourhood, and I thought it might be a good
opportunity to introduce to you our troop's newest recruit,
Rea. Plus I wanted to see if you were alright, as you still
haven't collected on any of the nookies you bought yet."

"Yes, well", CFB said a little huffily, still sucking on
his ice-drink, "I've been in hospital recovering from our
last meeting". Becky gave a small "Oh", and Rhiannon hummed
a little tune quietly to herself, twisting about on the
spot in a bashful manner.

"Also", Becky added, "I thought you might like the
opportunity to..."

"Ohhhhhhhh no", said CFB, sitting down at the kitchen
table, a resolved look on his face. The girls sat opposite
him. "I'm not falling for that one again.

"Whatever do you mean, Mr Brains?" Rhiannon asked timidly.
CFB felt something under the table, but thought he must
have imagined it.

"I ended up £100 out of pocket last time this little
business tycoon popped by", he said, "plus I spent a week
recuperating in hospital."

"Yeah", Becky said, and bumped her sandalled foot against
his calf again, deliberately. "But it was worth it wasn't
it CFB?" she added, a sly smirk on her face. Then she
pulled the ankle-straps down on her sandals and kicked them
off under the table, looking at CFB through heavily lidded
eyes. He tried to get up... but found that at some point
when he hadn't been paying attention, Rhiannon had moved to
stand behind him, pushing his chair against the table,
trapping him in place.

Moments later, CFB felt two totally nude feet gliding up
his bare legs, and almost jumped right out of his seat,
except that he would've hit the table on his way up.

"So CFB", said Becky, walking her bare toes slowly up his
lower legs, and caressing his downy-covered shins with her
silky smooth insteps, "would you care to purchase some of
Rea's Girl Scout Nookies as well? They aren't actually on
sale until the New Year, Girl Scout directive, but we can
offer you a special premium on advanced bookings."

"No..... unnnh....." CFB moaned, as Becky moved her feet
higher up now, rubbing her toes in small circles over his
kneecaps and around the sides of the knees; his legs shook
as her soft feet kept sliding slowly up, up, up...

"Are you sure, CFB?" she asked again, smiling at his
incoherency. "Right now, Rea is still in training, but
we're already taking advanced nookie sales of £10 each".
One foot slid up and over the already large hard lump in
his shorts and CFB jerked hard in his seat, already feeling
himself leaking, and she hadn't even put her feet directly
on his cock yet.

"Oh...... goddddddddddddddddd.......
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggh.... noooooooo........" CFB groaned
again, losing his train of thought as Becky slipped both
feet over and around his bulge, before working the zip down
and sliding her feet into his shorts, fishing his cock out
from inside. It twitched and bounced between her high
arches, and dribbled pre-cum copiously over her soles as
she continued to speak in those soft sexy tones she used
when conducting business with horny older guys.

"She's really good at it, too... very agile, and all the
fellas seem to go for the shy little-girl-lost act, they
think it's sexy; what do you think CFB?" She said, as she
curled the toes of her right foot around the shaft of his
cock and rubbed the big toe across it's wet head, while she
pressed the toes of her left foot gently yet firmly against
his balls, making him thrust upwards involuntarily. His
whole body began to spasm, and then Rhiannon almost sent
him over the edge.

"My sandal's broken", she whined in a cute little-girl
voice, "could ya fix it for me CFB?" she said, reaching
around from behind him and placing her sandalled foot on
top of CFB's dick, grinding down ever so slightly and
wiggling the cute foot side to side. Her white knee sock
fell down around her ankle and the twine holding the toe-
strap in place finally snapped under the pressure of her
curling her toes under it. CFB stared at her foot in his
lap, toes wiggling in their sock almost hypnotically,
drawing his gaze down... then she shifted her foot,
trapping his erection between her socked sole and the
leather of her sandal, and began rolling it from side to
side.

CFB sat there, sort of vibrating where he sat, drooling
out of the corner of his mouth, eyes glazed over.

"I think we got him", Rhiannon whispered to Becky, who
smiled back.

"Told ya he was easy; see how simple it is?" Becky said
back just as quietly, smugly. CFB began spurting small wads
of cum all over the underside of Rhiannon's socked foot,
but she kept going. Once he'd been milked dry, she lifted
the foot from his lap, pulled the ruined sandal of her
foot, and rubbed it all over his face. CFB was too out of
it by now to do anything but sit there, spasming
occasionally.

Becky got up from her seat and walked round the small
table, swaying her hips sexily from side to side, while
Rhiannon gave the convulsing CFB a pen an order form,
already filled in to indicate a pre-order of 200 of
Rhiannon's nookies.

"Go on CFB, sign; ya know ya wanna", Rhiannon drawled
seductively in his ear. CFB began to sign, then finally
came back to his senses and grabbed Rhiannon's foot instead.

"Wha...?" Rhiannon said, caught off guard as CFB yanked
her sock off her foot and began rubbing her toes with both
hands. She tried to pull away, but his grip was
surprisingly firm considering what he'd just been through,
and the foot-rub quickly sapped all her strength. She just
leant against the back of the chair, moaning blissfully at
the uncalled-for treatment of her appendage, as he then
took her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
them. Rhiannon got lost in the moment, grinding herself
against the back of CFB's chair. Her cheeks flushed bright
red and her eyelids fluttered closed.

"You can't do this!" Becky said, dumbfounded. "We're the
ones calling the shots here, not you!"

"Well can't I just get a small free sample if I'm gonna
make such a large advance order?" CFB managed to make out
between sucking now on Rhiannon's instep, causing a large
red mark to rapidly appear as he gave her small slim bare
foot a massive hickey while she squirmed on her standing
leg, gyrating her crotch around on the edge of the chair-
back, moaning lewdly and loudly.

"Free sample? This isn't some new line at the...
supermarket... y'....." Becky started off fervently, but
quickly lost steam as CFB snuck one hand around her waist,
pulling her to him, and then slid it under the back of her
skirt, running one finger forward and backward over the
underside of her thin pink panties. Becky's mouth hung open
in a silent "O" shape, her eyes staring straight ahead at
nothing. Her knees trembled a little, and then Becky fell
against him, one prepubescent tit displayed prominently
right in front of his mouth. He took it in his mouth right
through her cotton blouse and suckled it gently, causing
Becky to gasp and moan out loud, too sexed up to argue
right now about fair business practice.

In the end, Rhiannon was the first to come, pounding her
little virgin cunt against the chair over and over, and a
small jet of cum spurted down her thigh as she fell to the
ground, her other foot pulling free of CFB's grip with
gravity's helping hand.

Becky, with her legs turning to jelly beneath her, had
climbed onto CFB's lap and was repeatedly thrusting her
hips at his dick, her legs wrapped around him and the chair
to help brace herself for the motions. Her eyes were big,
her breathing coming short and sharp, hot and heavy, and
wet in his ear as she tongued the shell and panted down his
ear canal in raw, desperate, primal need....

They came together, he grunting out "Oh... ungh.....
Reb.....ec-ca!" as he shot all over her belly. Becky pulled
off just in time, not willing to get herself pregnant by a
mere customer and having enough self-control still for that
one act, before moaning loudly, "Ahhhh..... Rea!" and
rubbing her bare foot over the younger girl's crotch where
she lay on the floor, causing Rhiannon to experience a
second and even more intense orgasm than the first one had
been.

Some minutes later, all three were once again dressed and
presentable, all traces of cum removed from all bodies,
yadda yadda yadda, and CFB signed the order form.

"Well", he said half-jokingly, "if your nookies are
anything like that one was, 200 may not be enough!"

"You were right about him being into feet", Rhiannon said
to Becky, ignoring CFB completely now he had fulfilled his
part of the process. "I just wish they were all as easy to
hook."

"What?" CFB was astounded. "You mean you just did all that
to get a SALE?!"

They nodded. "We would'a gone further too," said Becky,
smirking, "but with you that was all that was needed
to....convince you." She took the clipboard and pen and
they strolled out, Rhiannon leaving both her sandals (one
torn) and her socks behind on the table as a little
'present' for CFB.

"Oh yeah", Becky added in a bored tone of voice, "your
nookie tokens will be sent shortly." As they walked out of
the door, leaving CFB staring open-mouthed after their pert
arses swaying tantalisingly behind them, a large crate of
tokens suddenly teleported out of nowhere and crashed down
on top of CFB's television, totally destroying it. It said
on the side "ParcelFarce Rapid Delivery service".

A courier handed CFB a clipboard to sign that he'd
received his parcel from them, and didn't realise that his
signing also gave them a £5000 tip included in the cost of
receiving such a large parcel so rapidly.

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Copyright Crap for Brains 2006

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