My customers will often engage in a friendly chat whilst they are seated above me on the shoelick-chair of power - especially when they have had a few drinks! However, their chat is not with me, of course! I'm just a slave, and as far as they are concerned, my tongue is good for one thing and one thing only - lickshining their shoes!
No, they are much more likely to be chatting on their phones!
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| A young woman, slightly the worse for wear, chats happily on her phone whilst I dutifully tongue-attend to her sneakers |
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| She is not interested in chatting to me, even though she is self-evidently a very friendly girl |
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| That's because I'm just a slave - beneath her |
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| I am not fit to even think of her above the socks; let alone engage in a conversation with her! |
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| No, my only legitimate business is with her sneakers and socks... |
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| ...lickshining her sneakers, and admiring her socks! |
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| And there is much to be admired in her socks... |
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| ...their whiteness; their stitching; their creases! |
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| Meanwhile, a passing master-sir chuckles disparagingly at my humiliation at a girl's sneakered and socked feet |
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| You wouldn't catch him in such a lowly, demeaning position! |
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| Unlike me, he's a real man; a man with self-respect; an attractive man to women! |
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| I'm just a pathetic sockieboy-slave! |
