Iris took a seat on her side of the couch and gestured for him to fallow. She waited for him to take his place before setting a pillow between them. The Saarloos snuggled down into her seat; her legs stretched over the cushion, her boots resting on the husky's lap.
"What do you want me to do?" Joe asked "Take them off." "Your boots?" "No, your pants!" she quipped. "Of course, my boots!"
He did as she asked, pulling each off in turn and handing them to her. She placed them on the floor beside the couch and wiggled her toes in his face.
"Come on, you know you want to!"
Joe did want to. He loved playing with her paws and he was shocked that she though it was some sort of punishment. The crew socks slowly slipped from her soles to join the boots on the floor. The German girl's feet lay exposed on his lap, her paw pads begging for his attention.
"You're a peach! I don't know too many guys who like rubbing their girl's feet."
"Rub them?" he asked mischievously. "I've got other plans!" ______________________________________________________________
Blackthorn Publications presents: Police Paws: A Short Story
