Can't Trust the Cleaning Lady (Patreon)

 PrettyBareFootBoy opened the door with a smile. "Hello. I was expecting  you", he said with a smile as he greeted a rather short woman standing  at his door. He showed her into his apartment, a little nervous about  what she would say about the foot pictures on the wall but she seemed to  not notice them. "I was surprised when I saw your flyer on my door", he  continued, "I didn't expect a cleaning service to be absolutely free".

The  lady smiled and replied "Oh, I only provide this free service for  people who catch my interest". She leaned over and grabbed the handle of  her vacuum cleaner. "See, I saw you on the street the other day, and  your sandals allowed me to get a good look at your feet", she continued.  Before PrettyBareFootBoy could respond, he was caught in a vortex of  air from her vacuum cleaner. "Woa-mmmph?!" Was all he could manage as he  went head first, squeezing cartoonishly into the thin tubing of the  vacuum. His body stretched and warped like taffy under the effects of  the vacuum, causing to moan and squeal helplessly, until it reached his  ankles.
"Oooogh... Wh-what is this?!", his muffled voice cried from  the tube. The cleaning lady giggled as she removed his socks, tickling  his bare feet and watching the vacuum shake as his feet wiggled  helplessly. "I won't charge you money, but I do fancy your apartment. I  think I'll live her from now on, but don't worry.... I'll keep you~" She  laughed evilly as the kicked her shoes off and laid on her new bed,  Tickling her new toy with glee. At least PrettyBareFootBoy doesn't have  to worry about cleaning anymore, but that became the least of his  problems.