Themepark Feetgreeter

‘Come! Come, dear ladies, and have your feet kissed by the themepark feetgreeter. Only 10 scents* for both feet!’

*Scent – a unit of Gynarchy currency (100 scents = 1 Fem)









































Ha! Ha! It seems like this down-in-the-dirt feetgreeter has his work cut out! Note first of all, how he is obliged (by law) only to kiss the pink toenail of the young woman in front of him. That’s because the rest of her bare footflesh is out of bounds to him. He is not worthy to touch her bare skin with his lips. Only free males may do so!

Never mind – there is certainly no danger of his feet-lackey lips inadvertently touching the bare feet of the next young woman who appears to be gearing up to having her feet kissed. Ha! Ha! It’s a pair of scruffy red, blue and white sneakers and red and white spotty socks next on the humble head’s menial menu – followed, it would seem, by black and white sneakers with bright yellow laces for afters!

The themepark feetgreeter has no say, of course, in the themepark patrons’ choice of footwear. He must kiss-respect the footwear of all and sundry who enter the themepark – well, all and sundry that can be bothered to fork out 10 scents! 

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