Who knows her reasons for wearing high-heeled shoes tonight with her tracksuit bottoms? Maybe she chose them deliberately in order to give public humble-heads like me a cheap thrill? Or maybe to please her boyfriend? Or maybe she just wants to show off her new pair of shoes?
I'll never know because I am, of course, forbidden to speak to my customers. But whatever her reasons, I'm just grateful to this young woman for giving me a pair of smart shoes to kiss for a change, as opposed to the ubiquitous pairs of dirty sneakers I usually encounter. Such a refreshing change for my menial, inner-city mouth!
It doesn't take long, however, for business to get back to usual - and I spend the rest of the evening mouth and tongue-attending to sneakers!
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She stands over me as if showing off her shoes to my face
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I certainly am impressed by them!
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Strappy, block-heeled shoes, with decorative bows and beads!
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Soon I get my first taste of the shoes...
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...as her left foot is unceremoniously shoved onto my mouth
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Followed quickly by her right shoe
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I admire both the decorative red bow...
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...and the plain grey sock!
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...AND the beads!
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The wearer of the fancy shoes towers dominantly over me
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...switching feet in front of my face at will!
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Eventually she moves off, without so much as a by your leave!
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But then, NONE of my customers ever talk to me...
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...except to criticise me or bark down their female orders at me
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I am sorry to see those bows go!
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Soon normal business is resumed - a pair of sneakers!
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Street-soiled, of course!
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Why else would a young woman stop to have them kissed?
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I taste where she has been walking in them
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Her short, white socks are only just visible above the sneakers
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But she too towers over me!
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I pay my humble respects to her feet and footwear
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Again BOTH feet!
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She too walks off without saying a word
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And nor should she. I'm just a slave, doing what slaves do...
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...kissing the feet of my betters!
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I am always sad to see a pair of female feet go...
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...but I never have long to wait for the next pair!
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Sneakers again! Surprise! Surprise!
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And grubby sneakers, of course!
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In fact, this pair are SO grubby...
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...I feel morally obliged to try lick-cleaning the rubber soles!
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The pretty wearer clearly approves, as she switches feet
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Dirty white sneaker soles, but clean white socks!
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An acquired taste, perhaps, but one my tongue is well used to!
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