Subway

Ever since the women's revolution, you have been lucky to work anywhere. It was not long before you were arrested for vagrancy and sentenced to work cleaning the shoes of women on the subway who are going to and from their important jobs.

Each morning, you have to hand over your clothes the the female guard and put on knee pads. You find your first lady to serve and knell before a woman who is not paying attention to you as she talks on her cellphone. She looks to be in her forties and is in a dress that makes her look prosperous. You lower your face to see she had stepped in something you hope is just mud. You begin to lick the bottom of her shoe, but now your tongue detects the awful taste of shit. She probably stepped in dogshit and did not even care, since she knew it would be cleaned on the subway ride to work.

Your tongue finally cleans this lady's shoe but then she crosses her legs and you have another shoe even more smeared in dog droppings. You grit your teeth and keep going. Then you are called over by a black woman in her twenties. She is smilling and crosses her legs to present an athletic shoe for you to start cleaning. The sole is grimy and gritty to your tongue. She glares down at you with a wicked smile.