Josh looked up from his phone to the door as it opened, then back to the clock that was nearby. He still had five minutes before the system would auto-charge her. His tail swayed slowly as he sighed, putting his phone back into his pocket before he got up from his chair and stood in front of the desk. He smiled, a smile that screamed 'service worker smile' as he took the card from the counter and looked to her.

"I hope you had a pleasant nights sleep," he said, almost sarcastically. He knew his rooms were awful, he didn't care in the slightest. "Would you like to sign up for our rewards program or leave a tip?"

In truth, he was stalling for time. He glanced over to the clock while talking...

10:57, just three more minutes, no refunds.

Meanwhile, Mat was pinned deep beneath Megalodonna's toes. Her jog was mind-bending to the little creature. Her toes were grimy, the skin was slick but not wet with sweat or anything quite yet. Any sweat that had dried through the course of her day, was slowly being 'reactivated' as the bound little man took in deep, long breaths. He didn't lick again though, since she didn't seem to really react to his first little lick much. She had, however, pushed him right to the edge of a climax just by jogging to this point. He held himself back the best he could, her shifting her weight on him slid her tight gripping toes down his shaft a little. Just a few more shifts or steps and shed defeat him, and his survival here was completely based on how much she worked to keep him from sliding beneath her sole pad mid stride... His arms were bound at his side, he was unable to move at all, which meant he couldn't brace himself very well either.

Her expression was as neutral as could be, but all the time working for skeezy, carny independent promoters left her with perpetual resting bitch face. That and the fact that she knew he knew his rooms were shit and that she had very few precious minutes to spare.

"No thanks. I'm checking out." she repeated bluntly, shifting her weight to the foot Mat was trapped beneath, the warm, heavy toes pressing down atop his tiny body. Naturally, she had no idea what she was causing in her shoe. Even as careful as she had been, there was no way for her to know how the crevices and wrinkles of her sole were affecting Mat's tiny self.

If there was anyone who needed to be 1) tiny and 2) underfoot, it was this cretin behind the desk, this smarmy literal rat bastard trying to milk every cent he could out of anyone who was desperate enough and had thirty bucks to their name to find a place to bed down for the night.

If there was anyone who deserved to get ground into the pavement it was him.

Mathew felt the weight shift around him, lifting up a little bit during her conversation. He moaned through gritted teeth, quivering gently as her toes began to actually sweat from the heat and from her frustration. Then, when the toes came down, he wanted to actually squeak in pleasure. They were tight around his most sensitive spot, grinding down onto him with enough force to put him right over the edge.