Evil Intent

The stocky, but very beautiful, Asian girl with the dyed-blonde hair walks toward you with evil intent writ large on her pretty face. She means you ill.

She halts before you for a few seconds, as if to enable you to feast your eyes on her dirty sneakers – the sneakers you are about to have to lick. You can see just how dirty they are, thanks to the stark contrast with the sheer whiteness of her clean anklesocks. Then again, it has been raining, and the streets are full of dirty rain puddles. It is no surprise that the Asian customer-mistress has been walking through dirt!

Suddenly she crouches down, to tell you to your face, in her broken English and with a strong Chinese accent, exactly what you must do:

‘Slave clean Ru Shi feet. Lick shoe!’

Note how, unlike her, you do not have a name. You’re just a slave – as the sign says above your humble head. Miss Ru Shi, by way of contrast, is an individual; a person; worthy of respect and admiration – especially from the likes of you, a nonentity.

Without waiting for you to verbally acknowledge her order, for she knows you are just a dumbass slave and forbidden to speak, she then stands up straight again and arrogantly extends her right foot beneath your hangdog face. You immediately lower your mouth to her dirty sneaker-toe and start to lick. It tastes foul – a taste befitting a dirty footslave’s mouth.

For what seems like hours you lick, whilst she watches you from above in silence. Yet still the dirt won’t come off! It is deeply ingrained in the fabric of her sneaker. You are concerned and frightened, for if you fail to clean her sneakers to her satisfaction she might decide to hurt you. You are, after all, completely and utterly at her female mercy!

But you need not worry, for she leaves with a smug and satisfied grin on her face. She has achieved her goal – which was to humiliate and humble you; even if you have failed to achieve yours – which was to clean her dirty sneakers. It just reinforces the point that you are a loser, whereas she is a winner. She is better than you and, unlike you, is free to walk away from this God-forsaken hellhole; from this dirty place of dirty feet.

Shame on you, slave, for failing to extract all the dirt and grime off this bright young woman’s shoes! Perhaps the lingering, bitter taste of her superior shoedirt inside your menial mouth, coupled with the vision of her pure, white sock, will be a reminder to you of your only purpose in life – which is to humbly lick and admire the feet and footwear of your betters!