Red-Haired Beauty
A red-haired beauty walks purposefully towards me, though sadly all I really get to see is her SHOES and SOCKS. Such is the lowly, demeaning existence of a public footslave!
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| I catch a brief glimpse of the customer's bright red hair as she walks confidently towards me |
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| But soon it is only her SNEAKERS and SOCKS that loom into my lowly view! |
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| They stop in front of me. I get a good view of her SOCK CREASES around her shapely ankles! |
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| Then her RIGHT SNEAKER is silently, and unceremoniously, shoved onto my menial mouth... |
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| ...swiftly followed by the LEFT SNEAKER! |
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| I know I am not worthy to look up at this red-haired beauty... |
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| ...though she is perfectly able to look down on me... |
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| ...being better than me! |
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| She switches her SNEAKERED FEET... |
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| ...several times in front of my feckless, feetkissing face... |
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| ...before heading off whence she came... |
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| ...no doubt with a suitably smug and entirely justified grin on her pretty face? |
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| My demeanour, meanwhile, remains humbled and serious... |
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| ...as befits a public footservant... |
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| ...who must constantly kiss-respect the FEET of strangers... |
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| ...the FEET of his BETTERS! |
















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