Staring At The Dirty Footblock
I must stare at the dirty-shoe-soiled concrete footblock beneath my confined face as I await the next pair of dirty shoes (or boots) to grace my lowly lips with their superior presence! I must spend my 'downtime' staring at the dirty marks left on the footblock by my previous customers' SHOES and BOOTS... ...as I humbly await the arrival of my next customer As she walks towards me I note that she is a smoker, and that she is wearing thick, creased, BEIGE BOOTS... ...and GREYISH-WHITE SOCKS! The BOOTS and SOCKS stop expectantly in front of me And then the RIGHT BOOTED FOOT is raised onto the FOOTBLOCK beneath my confined face for respect-kissing! Swiftly followed by the LEFT! I must now repeatedly kiss-respect the customer's DIRTY BOOTS beneath her CREASED SOCKS... ...as she looks down disparagingly at me... ...in between taking drags on her cigarette She really is a SUPERIOR BEING to me. And she knows it! All I can do is look up reverentially at her SOCKTOPS as I kis...