Of Course

I started licking the grim from the bottom of her foot as she looked at her cellphone. It was a tough job and it required sucking her toes and swallowing a lot of grit and dirt. After about five minutes, her foot was cleaned and I blew it dry. She gave me her new shoe selected and told me her size and I scurried to the stockroom. I arrived back and knelt to slip her shoe on her clean foot. She was talking on her phone and got up to take a few steps and sat back down. She motioned for me to remove the shoe and pointed her her old shoe. After I had slipped back her old shoe over her foot, she rose too quick for me to move placing her crotch in my face and pushed me out of the way to leave.

Suddenly, three ladies called me over. I noticed they were in shorts and their tee shirts looked wet around the armpits. I removed the first one's shoe and felt her sock was soaked with sweat. I had to remove the wet sock and lay it to the side. The stink from her foot rose up to my nose.

"Are all three of you trying on shoes today?"

"Of course," the one in the middle with a resting bitch face said.

I got busy removing their shoes and wet socks. Then the first lady I helped said, "Give me all those socks."

I picked up the sweat soaked socks and she snatched them out of my hand and said, "Open wide."

Freezing in place, I clearly did not understand what she wanted. Just then my boss came back and asked, "Everything ok ladies?"

"Maybe but your help is being stupid."

My boss looked sternly at me and said, "Don't make any trouble for these nice women. Remember the customer is always right."

My boss left and the women in the middle kicked my thigh and said, "Tilt your head back and open your stupid mouth."

I did this and the first lady holding all the sweaty socks above me, started twisting them until sweat dripped down into my mouth. Salty liquid gathered into the back of my throat and I knew they wanted me to swallow it so I did. Yuck. I heard a few of them chuckle.

"Hurry up, we want to try on these new running shoes." the last one said and held up one of our expensive athletic shoes.

I licked the sweat and stink from each of their feet as they chatted about where they were going to eat that night. Then I got their sizes and brought back the shoes.

"We don't have time to try them on today because you've taken too long. Now we have to get going so hurry up and put our shoes back on. We'll be back another day. This store is on our jogging route."

After they left, another lady sat down wearing sandles. The side of her foot and shoe looked muddy. She saw me looking and spoke up.

"Those ladies are protesting again at the entrance to the store. They don't like that real furs are being sold here. So many of the ladies have taken a shit at the entrance that it's hard to avoid stepping in it. Sorry. I really want to try on these shoes, she handed me a new sandle from one of our displays.