Regular patron Ms Mukta madam often visits me immediately
after her squash matches and before she has had a chance to shower. It is such
an honour to lickshine her sneakers in the face of her sweaty squash socks!
‘Good evening, mistress Mukta madam. I trust your squash
match went well this evening, miss?’
‘Shut the f*** up, slave! That’s none of your damn
business! Just keep your menial mind on your job and concentrate on lickshining
my shoes. And don’t take your eyes off my socks! You’re just a f**king nobody!’
‘Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress.’
I can surmise from her expletive-laden response that her
squash match did not go well for her. I feel sorry for her, as I know Ms Mukta
madam is very competitive. But, of course, as she rightly points out, I’m the real
loser in this scene, as evidenced by the disparaging looks I get from
passers-by as I must taste my pretty customer’s sweaty sneakers!
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Ms Mukta madam is in no mood for a chat, following her squash match |
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‘Shut the f*** up, slave!... Keep your menial mind on your job and concentrate on lickshining my shoes!' |
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‘Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress.’ |
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she's right to shut me down, of course. It is not my place to enquire as to the result of her squash match! |
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I'm just a loser shoelicker! |
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My only function is to lickshine shoes |
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I'm the only loser in this scene - as evidenced by the disparaging looks cast in my lowly direction by passers-by |
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I'm a whipped, shoelicking loser! |
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And a SOCK-STARER! |
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I must study my customers' SOCKS as I taste their outer footwear! |
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Ms Mukta's blue and white squash socks look very nice! |
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But I'll bet they're warm and sweaty inside her squash sneakers? |
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Whatever, I must respect her SOCKS, and her SNEAKERS! |
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For they are the SOCKS and SNEAKERS of a WINNER! |
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If not in her squash match tonight, then in life! |
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For SHE is the one sitting arrogantly above me and having her sneakers lickshined |
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By a SOCK-STARING, loser footslave! |