Transaction Between Unequals
It's pouring with rain, but kind and considerate office-worker Ms Mukta madam still finds the time to stop by me on her way home from work for a quick lick and a shine of her black leather office shoes. Be under no illusions, though - it is not a 'friendly' transaction; it is designed to humble me. My customers, even my regular customers, can never be my friends; they are my betters and must be respected as such.
She does not chat with me, therefore, as I tongue-attend to her outer footwear; the shoe-shining transaction between unequals takes place in stony silence - aside from the background noise of the city evening rush hour and, of course, the pitter-patter of the rain on her protective umbrella. And when I have finished lickshining her hardworking shoes to her satisfaction she leaves me stony-faced and without saying a word, as befits a superior who has just had their shoes licked by an underling - abandoning me to the mercy of the elements, but with the glorious taste of her dirty, wet, loafer-shoeleather lingering long inside my muck-filled mouth and the memory of her smart, white business socks filling my otherwise empty, menial, sock-admiring mind.
What a superb young woman!
She does not chat with me, therefore, as I tongue-attend to her outer footwear; the shoe-shining transaction between unequals takes place in stony silence - aside from the background noise of the city evening rush hour and, of course, the pitter-patter of the rain on her protective umbrella. And when I have finished lickshining her hardworking shoes to her satisfaction she leaves me stony-faced and without saying a word, as befits a superior who has just had their shoes licked by an underling - abandoning me to the mercy of the elements, but with the glorious taste of her dirty, wet, loafer-shoeleather lingering long inside my muck-filled mouth and the memory of her smart, white business socks filling my otherwise empty, menial, sock-admiring mind.
What a superb young woman!
