Slow Day

It had been a slow afternoon, customer-wise, but fortunately, after hours of seeing no-one, a bright and intelligent young woman comes along requiring a lick and a shine of her filthy sneakers, so I can at last put my slave-tongue to good use!

My salvation from a boring afternoon...


...a bright young woman of the Gynarchy confidently approaches me!


She doesn't say much: 'Lick 'em, boy!'


But that's all I need to know...


...she wants her sneakers lickshined, and not just kiss-respected!


I therefore taste where she has been...


...whilst she looks down on me from on high...


...hands positioned dominantly on hips...


...and her cigarette inside her pretty mouth!


She continues to enjoy her cigarette as I taste her vile sneaker-dirt


Not for me the sweet taste of nicotine. My mouth only ever tastes dirt!


All too soon (for my liking) she turns and leaves...


...without saying another word!


Her face, though, says it all..


...she knows she is my superior!


Even her socks are superior to me!


Which is why my menial mouth is now filled with her sneaker dirt...


...which is where such hallowed dirt belongs


I only wish I could have got more of the hallowed dirt off!




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