A young woman wearing a fabulous pair of black leather boots
and black, opaque tights appears to want to use me merely as a footrest for her
late-night, booted feet whilst she catches up on her social media on her phone.
So be it! My role is to humbly serve, in whatever capacity a
customer demands it. I only wish she would take off her boots and rest her
sweaty, opaque-nyloned toes on my face, perhaps even permitting me to suck the
day’s salty sweat out of them?
But she’s much too demure a young woman to ever do that!
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| She silently stetches out her legs and rests her booted feet on top of my humble head |
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| I can feel the pressure of her boots as she focuses on her social media |
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| I dare not look up at her or initiate a conversation with her. I'm just a dumb bootrest |
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| I therefore keep my head humbly bowed as I contemplate her tights inside her boots |
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| They must surely be sweaty after a long day cooped up inside those long leather boots? |
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| Whatever, I'll probably never know as such a demure young woman would never remove her boots in public! |
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| Her superior metal boot buckle bites into my inferior bald pate! |
