Jobsworth

I am a dumb, ornamental footkisser in a ladies’ restroom. My job is to respectfully, and silently, kiss the feet of the ladies as they exit the restroom. Not to converse with them; not to look up at them; not even to lick away the dirt from the surfaces of their shoes. My job is purely and simply to kiss feet – and it’s more than my job’s worth to even think about my pretty customers above the ankle!






































Author’s note: Ha! Ha! Just who does this ‘jobsworth’ think he is? The arrogant swine! His ‘job’ is worth nothing! He’s just a slave; a nothing and a nobody! Look how these three bright and intelligent young women are effectively ignoring him as he kisses their feet. They despise him! And rightly so.

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