Midnight in the Public Restroom

It’s just gone midnight, and all that can be heard in the public restroom is the drip… drip… drip… of a leaky tap, and the kiss… kiss… kiss…of a public footslave’s lips on his customer-mistress’s sneakers. The late-night customer and the slave have no need to converse with one another, since the slave is just a dumb footkisser. Which is just as well, as the customer-mistress doesn’t speak English, and the stupid slave doesn’t understand Urdu.

After a while, the sound of squeaky sneakers walking away down the corridor can be heard until all eventually that is left is the sound of the dripping tap amidst the sighs of a thoroughly humbled and exhausted footslave at the end of another, long day kissing feet. Not that he is guaranteed any rest during the night, for the public convenience is open 24/7, 365 days a year!

… drip… drip… drip…












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