Another Man's Girlfriend's Sneaker-Cleaner













The pretty customer-mistress briefly explains to me that she's on her way to meet up with her boyfriend and that she therefore needs me to clean her sneakers, as she wants to look her best for him. I immediately put my menial, municipal tongue to work on her dirty sneaker leather whilst she focuses on texting her aforementioned, beloved boyfriend high above me. 

She barely even looks at me again except to briefly inspect my tonguework whilst switching her sneakered feet in front of my face, but shortly afterwards she turns and walks away from me without even interrupting her text activity on her phone. She is evidently, and understandably, in a hurry to meet up with her handsome beau!

To my eternal shame, as she walks away from me, I observe that all my strenuous efforts with my tongue have barely made any impact on her inground sneaker-dirt. Her manly boyfriend shall have every right to come round and kick my face in later because of my incompetence in shining his girlfriend's sneakers. I am a failure on every level - I can't even clean a bright young woman's sneakers properly! I'm garbage!

Putting my municipal-slave tongue to good use...


...on a young woman's dirty sneaker leather


Pleasingly, I get a nice glimpse of her elasticated socktop


But my main focus must be on divesting her sneakers of their dirt...


...for the benefit of her boyfriend


After all, he won't want to be seen out with his girlfriend if her sneakers are filthy dirty!


Her short, black socks preys on my menial mind...


...the sock of a goddess!


Said goddess, meanwhile, is largely ignoring me


Only her boyfriend can make her happy - even via text message!


I mean nothing to her


I'm just a 'thing' that cleans her sneakers...


...a piece of street furniture that is free to use


I mustn't even think of this young woman above the sock!


For she is too good for me. I'm garbage!


Even her sock is worth more than me!


Busy texting away above me...


...only briefly glancing down at me as she switches feet in front of my face


Then, suddenly, without saying a word, she turns and walks away from me


Still texting of course. She can multitask!


To my shame and horror her sneakers are still dirty!


How inept and incompetent a footslave I am!


The one thing I had to do was lick clean her sneakers...


...and I have failed miserably even at that. Shame on me!


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