The Nylon Express
I am an onboard, portable shoeshine-slave on Gynarchy Railways. My job is to lickshine lady-passengers’ shoes and boots under the supervision and direction of my taskmistress – mistress Florica. Miss Florica is a beautiful, petite, 22 year old, dark-haired and swarthy skinned Romanian girl who has come to the Gynarchy to study English. She supplements her income through my humble labour – for, although the onboard shoeshining service is free for the customers, Gynarchy Railways pays my taskmistress a small salary. And, of course, if I do a good job, my taskmistress may well pick up a few Fems in tips. I am secured, face down, in a long, narrow, shoeshine trolley which my taskmistress must push down the train. I am lying facedown and backwards on the trolley – so my face is projecting at the back end right above my taskmistress Florica’s Romanian feet. This evening, as always, she is wearing her flat, black leather, slip-on shoes with the scuff-marked, rounded toes. I always think it is