Yes, because it's my job

I asked Miss Botwick if I had to clean a woman's foot that had shit on it. She took me by the upper arm and walked me back to my new customer.

"I'm so sorry for the delay," she said to the lady still waiting to try on shoes. "My empolyee should know the customer is always right. He will be glad to clean your foot." She looked down at the shit on her toes and then at the sandle also smeared in shit. She looked at me and said, "We can't have this mess tracked in on our carpet, so he will also clean you shoes for you before you put them back on." She glared at me. "And that goes for any shoes that are dirty that come in our department."

Chestfallen, I knelt down and removed both her sandles. I hesitated only briefly and shot a glance back at Miss Botwick who had moved away but stood watching. Then my tongue began licking the shit from her foot. It was so bitter and rancid. I had to run my tongue between her toes and suck them clean. Then I accepted the new shoe she wanted to try and and for now avoided cleaning her shitty sandles. I rushed to the stock room and saw other men also naked looking for shoes sizes for their customers. One nudged me to say, "I bet you hate the taste of shit, don't you?" I nodded. When I returned to the main floor, I slipped on the lady's new shoe over her foot. While she rose and walked about and looked at herself in the mirror attached to a wall, I proceeded to pick up each of her sandles, one by one, and lick the shit from them. My face scrunched up as the taste was overwhelming my senses. She returned to her seat and she watched me licking the shit from her sandles until I had finished.

"I don't think I'll be getting any shoes today. You can put my shoes on again for me."

After she left, I turned to see about three more women waiting for me, all with shoes smudged in shit. This was going to be along day for me. I knelt before the first lady who was in her fifities and she put her shitty shoe close to my nose.