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THE MIRROR     Part 9.    by  David.

It was Lunch Time,on the first Monday of the month,at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,on the day after my very first assignment as Mobile Pedicurist,when I had performed the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service at Katie Carter’s house,both for herself,and for her friend and waitress colleague, Suzi.

I was just returning from the small kitchen with 2 lovely hot cups of tea for my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,when Miss Sharon,after replacing the receiver after taking an incoming phone call,said,brightly,”that was Katie Carter,Jen,phoning us to confirm the details of her waitresses 12 month ‘Foot Club’ Contract,and she had some very nice things to say about david,too!”. Miss Jennifer,relaxing in 1 of the Pedicure Chairs,as she sipped her hot tea,with her right leg crossed over her left knee,and rotating her ankle and dangling her flip flop in a way that so enthralled and excited me to watch her,and in a way that I knew I would never,ever,even if I lived to be 100,tire of watching her,pointed at her right foot,and said,”I think that david deserves a reward then,Shaz. Here you are,david,you may massage my foot for me”,said Miss Jennifer,generously,as she rotated her ankle and flexed her foot,even more,and in a way that drove me half crazy with excitement,to see it. “Thankyou,Miss Jennifer”,I said,gratefully.

After going to my knees at Miss Jennifer’s feet,I carefully and reverently removed her right flip flop,and I took her warm,slightly dirty,and very shapely right foot in my hands,and,though I derived incredible excitement and pleasure from being allowed to massage the beautiful and shapely feet of my glorious and Goddess like employers,I also understood,that I was being put to the test by them,the sort of tests that had by now,after working as their Trainee Pedicurist for 1 week,become almost routine in their nature,and these regular tests,were not just to see how much improved were my foot massaging techniques,but also,these tests were to see if I was learning to put aside my own selfish desires and cravings,and to concentrate,100%,upon what they were paying me to do,and to focus my attentions,upon all of the many and varied duties,ministrations,and services,that my chosen career and vocation of foot servitude entailed,and constantly demanded of me.

After about 5 minutes,during which time no words were spoken,as I massaged Miss Jennifer’s right foot,whilst closely and critically and professionally observed by my 2 employers,Miss Jennifer said,”ok,david. That’s very good. Very good indeed. I am very pleased with you. You may massage my left foot for me now”. “Yes,Miss Jennifer. Thank you, Miss Jennifer”,I replied, basking in the pride of her approval, and with a feeling of great gratitude, at her generosity. Then,I was rocked,and shocked,as a powerful,almost electrical thrill surged through my whole body,as Miss Sharon,who was sitting in the Pedicure Chair next to the one in which Miss Jennifer was seated,placed one of her own warm,and slightly dirty bare feet,against my cheek,and she repeatedly stroked my cheek with the ball of her foot,and she pressed and probed it with her toes. Oh! This was a pleasure so dreamily exquisite,that it seemed akin to some kind of sensual torture,and as if my very nerve endings were being mercilessly played with,and teased,and toyed with. I knew that Miss Sharon was testing me,to see if I could keep my discipline,and to see if I could resist the almost overwhelming temptation to look at her lovely face,and to see if I would crumple and fold,proving myself unequal to this challenge that she had set for me, and to see if I would give in, to my almost irresistible urges and proclivities,and to see if I would yield, to my selfish desires and cravings,and to see,if I would collapse, into a helpless frenzy,of unrestrained and uninhibited foot kissing and foot worshipping, as I had done on previous occasions,when I had hopelessly and miserably failed such tests. And,to see if I was selfishly thinking of myself,and of my own pleasures,and of my own desires,instead of concentrating, 100%,upon my duties, upon the demands of my vocation,upon the demands of my Foot Servitude. Oh! My work at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon, could be so very hard,at times! My training and conditioning, was so thorough,and so rigorous, and so meticulous, and so painstaking. It had to be! Oh,yes,it had to be,if I was to be trusted, by my 2 employers, Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer, to perform my  Mobile Pedicurist Assignments,unsupervised, on behalf of their highly esteemed business establishment, on behalf of  ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon.

As Miss Sharon continued to sensually and deliciously stroke my cheek with her lovely bare foot,teasingly,and tormentingly,and trying her best, to provoke me beyond reasonable endurance,and even beyond my natural endurance,into a reaction that would signal yet another failed test of my powers of resistance,and discipline,Miss Jennifer spoke to me,in her dulcet,golden tones,as I continued to massage her slightly dirty,extremely pretty left foot. “As I said,david,I am very pleased with you. But,you must forever guard against temptation and complacency,because, the exemplary conduct you have shown us so far,is no less than we shall demand and expect you to show us,at all times. Am I making myself perfectly clear to you,david?”. “Yes,Miss Jennifer”,I assured her. Then,Miss Sharon,who had not let up for a single moment,from stroking and rubbing my cheek with her slightly dirty, beautiful bare foot,said,”yes,david. I am very pleased with you,too. I know just how much you want to kiss my foot,david. You long to kiss it. You yearn to kiss it. You are desperate to kiss it. You need,to kiss it. And,it is costing you a desperately enormous amount of will power and self discipline,to deny yourself that pleasure,isn’t it,david?”. Listening to Miss Sharon’s voice,and hearing her all knowing words,and feeling the constant stroking and rubbing of her lovely bare foot on my cheek,and the almost maddening pressing and probing of her toes, as I continued to massage Miss Jennifer’s left foot,I found that I had great difficulty in replying,my throat felt all choked up,with emotion and desire,and it was a few moments before I was able to say,in admission,”yes,Miss Sharon”. To which,Miss Sharon responded,”go on then,david. You have earned your reward. You have my permission. You may kiss my foot,david,but no tongue,david,and don’t interrupt your foot service to Miss Jennifer”. Then,as I had Miss Sharon’s permission,I turned for the first time,to look at her foot,the foot that had been driving me to distraction,and,at seeing her foot in all it’s wonderful glory,and at such very close proximity,and in such intimate,marvellous,and thrilling detail,I lost no time,and I devoured Miss Sharon’s beautiful,slightly dirty foot with my adoring lips,kissing her lovely foot with such devotion,and reverence,and love,and somehow,by some small miracle, managing to obey her command,not to touch her foot with my tongue,something she knew perfectly well that I so desperately longed to do,as she further tested me,as I simultaneously massaged Miss Jennifer’s left foot,which felt so amazingly wonderful,in my hands,as my fingers and thumbs pressed into the sole of her foot flesh,and giving her the best possible foot massage,of which I was capable,under the circumstances! ,obeying her commands,and doing her bidding. And that was when I realised,that such an outpouring of tears,that was like an emotional deluge,and that was the physical manifestation of a happiness,and of a bliss,and of an ecstasy,and of a gratitude,and of a love,that was simply too much to bear,was pouring down my face,for,such was the measure,and such was the force of the power,of my bliss and of my fulfilment,at being allowed to adore,and at being allowed to serve, at the exalted and glorious and lovely and precious feet, of my 2 employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer.

It was at that moment,that the door bell rang,and that Petra Potter,a Checkout girl at the local Supermarket,who had already experienced the sensual pleasures and other benefits of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service at ‘Tootsies’,as a special and indulgent 21^st birthday present to herself,entered the Pedicure Salon,accompanied by 3 of her Supermarket colleagues. After overcoming their initial astonishment,at the amazing tableau before them,they all burst into fits of incredulous,but delighted giggles,as they watched me,’Tootsies’ Trainee Pedicurist,in disbelief,adoringly kissing the sole of  Miss Sharon’s slightly dirty bare foot,whilst at the same time massaging the also slightly dirty left foot of my other employer,Miss Jennifer,with my enraptured face drenched in the tears,induced by awe and bliss. Awe,because I never failed,to be enthralled and excited,by the enchanting and thrilling sight,of such amazing,wonderful,beautiful,lovely,shapely,and exciting feet,of Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer. Bliss,because I never failed,to feel so wonderfully blessed,with such great good fortune,and with being granted my very special privilege,at being allowed to serve,and at being allowed to adore,the precious feet of my 2 employers, Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer. And also,at being allowed to work for them,in my new and vocational career,as Trainee Pedicurist,by serving at the feet of their exalted clients. Upon seeing the quartet of Supermarket girls,led by Petra Potter,Miss Sharon exclaimed,in welcome,”hello, Petra ! How lovely to see you again! What can we do for you, Petra ?”. In response,Petra Potter replied,brightly,”hiya Shaz! Hiya Jen!”. Then,after getting a new fit of amused giggles under control,after watching me for another moment,as though amused and delighted, at the eccentric antics of someones family pet,Petra Potter said,to me,”hello,david”,and,for a moment,I thought that she was actually going to give me a friendly pat on the head. I removed my worshipful lips from Miss Sharon’s precious foot,for just long enough to reply to Petra Potter’s polite greeting. “Hello,Miss Petra. I hope you are well,and I  am very happy,to see you back here again,at ‘Tootsies’”,I replied,respectfully and sincerely. Returning her attention back to Miss Sharon,Petra Potter now happily informed her,”Shaz,meet some of my friends from the Supermarket,,all Checkout girls,like me!”. Introducing them in turn,Petra Potter indicated each,with her hand,as she said,”this is Ann Anderson. This is Diane Dawson. And this is Julie Jelley. And we all want to sign up to a 12 month ‘Foot Club’ Contract”. Miss Sharon beamed at her in pleasure,and she responded,”oh! This is excellent news, Petra ! You have managed,then,to find the minimum number of 4 applicants required,to form a ‘Foot Club’,so that you can all avail yourselves of all of the many services and generous discounts,that Full Membership Status will entitle you to. Well done, Petra ! I am so very pleased, for all 4 of you !”. But,Petra Potter was not finished yet,and she had a wonderful,and exciting surprise up her sleeve. Now,Petra Potter laughed,delightedly,at the expressions of Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,as she went on,”but,that’s not all,Shaz! There are also 2 Office girls,and 4 Shelf Stackers,and another 2 Checkout girls,who want to join our ‘Foot Club’,as well! There are 12 of us,altogether,who will be signing up to our new 12 month ‘Foot Club’ Contract!”. Now,it was Miss Jennifer who exclaimed,with great approval and enthusiasm,”oh,but this is truly wonderful, Petra ! We must get you all signed up,then,and arrange your first Pedicure Appointments for you all!”. As I continued to massage Miss Jennifer’s left foot,and adoringly kiss Miss Sharon’s foot,with no tongue,alas,but with the wonderful sensations of my adoring lips pressing against her bare sole,as her toes wiggled and flexed and scrunched,in absent minded pleasure, right in front of my eyes,extra waves of happiness flowed through me,and washed over me,as I thought,with delicious anticipation, that I could not agree more,with the expressions and sentiments,of my 2 lovely and wonderful employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer.

That afternoon passed,in the same almost magical fashion as the vast majority of my afternoons and days passed,working as Trainee Pedicurist,at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,in a blur of bliss,as I served at the precious feet of our very highly valued clients,and as I happily made endless cups of tea for them,and every order that I obeyed,and every command that I responded to,and every demand that was made of me,I reacted to,to obey,and to do exactly as I was told,and all of my chores were imbued with a sacred purpose,for I knew that I was serving the wishes,and performing the errands,of my Goddesses. And I knew that mine,was a sacred and privileged position,that I did not,and would never take for granted. My blessed days of Foot Servitude,at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,seemed to be over before they had begun. They seemed to be over,in the mere blink of an eye. And they seemed to be over,in a fleeting,and almost intangible and dreamlike moment in time. And,I thought to myself,rather fancifully,that if my working days at ‘Tootsies’ got any shorter,I would be going home from work,before I had set off for work! And,what if I should meet myself,midway?  Oh dear!

Thank goodness,then,for my ‘overtime’. Thank goodness,then,for my out of hours Mobile Pedicure Assignments. And,thank goodness,then,that it was that evening,on the first Monday of the month,that I was assigned to go to Martha McArthur’s house,and,from 7 pm to midnight,to perform for the first time, (officially,that is,for,I could not forget Suzi’s ‘free trial’!),’Tootsies’ brand new ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,for Martha McArthur and her friends,at their monthly book discussion evening,that they called their ‘Book Club’. At 5–30 pm, Miss Sharon locked the front door of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,and,out on the street,my 2 employers gave me a final reminder as to their important instructions for me. Miss Jennifer spoke to me first. “Remember,david,don’t come here to ‘Tootsies’ in the morning. You must report directly to Miss Julia Davis,at her Office,at 9 am. You are assigned to her,to spend the entire day there,and you will serve at the feet of Miss Julia Davis,and at the feet of all of her Office girls,exactly as they instruct you to. Have I made myself quite clear about that,david?”. “Yes,Miss Jennifer”,I assured her. Then,Miss Sharon spoke to me. “We shall see you back at work at ‘Tootsies’ at 8-30 on Wednesday morning then,david,and we shall expect a full and glowing report,on your Mobile Pedicure Assignment at Mrs. Martha McArthur’s house this evening,at her monthly book discussion meeting with her friends. So,we expect you to be on your very best behaviour,then,david. Am I making myself perfectly clear to you,david?”. “Yes,Miss Sharon ”,I replied. Then,I watched,in profound admiration,as Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer got behind the wheels of their brand new Mercedes sports model cars,and,in response to my waves goodbye,they beeped their horns at me,and smiled,before each putting their dainty foot down,and speeding away from the kerb,spraying bits of loose gravel,and burning rubber,and causing their tyres to squeal in protest,as though at the harsh and demanding treatment of their Mistresses,at driving them so hard.

Then,I got behind the wheel of my own decidedly modest old banger,and I was somewhat relieved,when my car started first time,as the starter motor had begun to play up a little,recently,and causing me to worry and fret about my car’s reliability,when picking up ‘Tootsies’ clients. After one final look at ‘Tootsies’ front window,I put the car in gear,and drove home. I would just have enough time to take a shower and have a quick bite to eat, before reporting to Martha McArthur’s house,for my 7 pm – midnight Mobile Pedicure Assignment.

It was 6 – 55 pm,when I rang the front doorbell at Martha McArthur’s house,and it was that most refined and elegant lady herself,who opened the door to me. Upon seeing me,that most esteemed lady said to me,in greeting, “a very good evening to you,david. I am so very pleased to see you again. My friends and I have been so looking forward to this evening,you can rest assured of that,david,oh yes,you can certainly rest assured of that,and I am exceedingly pleased to find that you are so very punctual. Come inside,david,and I shall introduce you to my friends,who simply can’t wait to meet you,at last”. “Yes,Madam Martha, thank you very much indeed,I am very honoured to be here,Madam Martha”, I replied,as I entered her house.

I had no sooner set foot inside Martha McArthur’s living room,when a decidedly strident and harsh sounding male voice boomed out,like a cannon,in great and unnecessary decibels,from a man dressed in military uniform, who was warming his backside by the fireplace. “So,Martha! This is the little blighter you have been talking about all weekend,is it?”. Somewhat aghast,at her husband’s hostile conduct,his appalled wife responded to his belligerent outburst,” oh,please,Michael! You will frighten away the poor dear little man,before he has performed the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,for me and my friends,that we have all been so looking forward to,all week,and, if that happens,Michael,YOU shall jolly well have to do it for us,or I shall know the reason why!”. “Nuff said,Martha. Nuff said. Anyway,my dear,I am going to a Dinner at my club,now,and I shan’t be home until late,my dear”,replied the military man,in conciliation, and as though acceding to the warning overtures of a greater and superior power,with whom he must constantly watch his step. But then, upon turning to me,the military man resumed bellicose demeanour,and his penchant for verbal violence,and overkill,when he barked at me,as though at some raw recruit,in Parade Ground fashion,and, by way of introduction, “Major Michael McArthur,at your service,sir!”,he bellowed. After the punishing ordeal of the formality of shaking hands,I was rather relieved, to find that the bones in my hand seemed to have somehow miraculously survived this decidedly hazardous handshaking skirmish,that the military man seemed to regard as some literal form of ‘hand to hand combat’,if his powerful and crushing grip was anything to go by. “I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, sir”, I replied,though I think he knew that I wasn’t. The military man then went on,menacingly,and,I could not have felt more intimidated,if I had looked out of my house,to see a tank parked outside on the street,and with it’s long gun barrel pointing directly at my front window. “If I should find you ‘mentioned in dispatches’ ,if you get my drift,to the effect that you have disobeyed orders,or that you have been in any way derelict in your duties here,this evening,there will be no Court Martial for YOU,my lad! No,I shall simply send a few squaddies to pay you a visit,one quiet evening, and they will be more than happy,I can assure you,to show you the errors of your ways. My lads like nothing more,than to get out of barracks,for a spot of ‘rough and tumble’, if you get my drift”. “Oh,I am quite sure that won’t be necessary, sir!”,I assured the military man,in great alarm. In response,the military man stood very close to me,close enough for him to breathe the noxious fumes of his preferred choice of pre-prandial alcoholic beverage into my face,that assaulted me, like the choking and unbreathable  waves of a poison gas attack,and the military man, Major Michael McArthur,said to me,with an undertone of dire threat,in his voice,and I imagined the gunner in the imaginary tank outside my house,loading a shell into the breech,and removing the safety cover from over the firing button, “I hope not. If you get my drift”.

Then,Martha McArthur endeavoured to put me ‘at ease’,and I felt that she fully realized that,in my present unsettled and agitated and intimidated state of mind,I was unlikely to be able to deliver my best performance of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,for herself and for her friends. “You really mustn’t take any notice of my husband,david. I can assure you,that his bark is very much worse than his bite”. I thought to myself,that the military man’s bark was more than an effective deterrent,and,if it wasn’t,I was in no doubt that the squaddie’s bite would be rather sharp,should Major Michael McArthur unleash them upon me,one quiet evening,for a spot of ‘rough and tumble’,though I refrained from sharing my disquieting thoughts, with Martha McArthur.

“Come,david. The evening wanes,and my friends are waiting impatiently,for you. Now,david, to get down to business,and to the purpose for which you are here,this evening. We would like to show you the soles of our feet,so that we can explain to you,david, just exactly how we would like you to serve us,this evening. Sit here,david,on this sofa”, instructed Martha McArthur. I sat down on the sofa as directed,and opposite me,was another,identical sofa,upon which Martha McArthur now sat,and joined her 3 friends,and,also just like her 3 friends,she now propped her mature bare feet on the oblong shaped table that stood between the 2 sofas,and which was about equal length to the 2 sofas. Oh,my God! I was now directly faced with the bare soles of all 4 mature ladies! I was actually sat on a sofa,and I was actually being instructed,to look at 4 pairs of mature ladies bare feet! There was a few moments of silence,while all 4 mature ladies scrunched,flexed,and wiggled their toes at me,as they regarded me,and as they enjoyed the sight of my obvious and growing discomfiture,which was the result of my building excitement and anticipation,as I stared at those objects of my desire,and at the focus of my cravings,which was the 4 pairs of mature ladies bare feet,the soles of which,were directly facing me,and were already driving me half crazy with need,as I watched their toes flexing,and wiggling,and scrunching. Oh,my God! I could hardly wait,to begin my duties!

At last,Martha McArthur said to me,indicating her 3 friends in turn,”david,these ladies are 3 of my dear friends,Elspeth,Grace,and Edith. By the look on your face,david,I think you already know,which are the specific,and most needful areas of our feet,that we require you to concentrate your attentions upon,don’t you,david? The callouses,and the rough skin,and especially,david,the hard skin,on the bottoms,the backs,and on the edges of our heels? And also,on the other parts of the soles of our feet,and also on our toes? Yes,david,I can see,quite clearly,from the look on your face, that you know very well,what is best for us,and that you will perform the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service for us,to the best of your ability,and with the greatest possible diligence,and with the maximum possible efficacy,of that,david,I have absolutely no doubt,and I have absolutely every confidence,and so your grandmothers won’t presume to teach you to suck eggs,so to speak,but rather,we shall simply let you perform your duties as you feel best,under this table,while my friends and I enjoy a glass of wine or 2,and without the tiresome need, or the bothersome distraction, of having to supervise you, and of having to instruct you,and thereby allowing us the complete freedom from any of those unnecessary and tiresome distractions, as we discuss our books,and enjoy our wine. So,david,what we require you to do for us all,this evening,is to lie on the carpet under this table,at our feet,with 2 of us sitting on each of the 2 sofas,and we shall take our turns,at intervals,at availing ourselves of your ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service. Are you quite comfortable with that arrangement,david?”. “Yes,Madam Martha. Very comfortable. Very comfortable indeed,Madam Martha”.

Then,it was Elspeth,who asked me,”tell me,david, before you begin your ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service for us,just out of interest,do you read many books at all?”. “No,not really,Madam Elspeth,I can’t say that I do. I sometimes read books that show ladies feet on the cover,but usually,I find that they are not about ladies feet,and that mostly,they don’t even mention ladies feet at all,which is very disappointing,Madam Elspeth”. The 4 mature lady book enthusiasts all chuckled, indulgently, at my reply,and then it was Grace,who asked me,”so,do you hardly read any books at all,then,david?”. “Well,yes,Madam Grace,now and then,but,since I started my new career as Trainee Pedicurist at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,I don’t seem to have much spare time any more,and I only read the books that Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer give me to take home and study,about ladies foot care,and about reflexology,Madam Grace”. Again,my reply brought a response of amused and delighted chuckles from the 4 mature ladies. Finally,it was Edith who enquired of me,in apparent curiosity,who,like her friends,also wished to know a little about their newly acquired foot servant. “Well,what about politics then,david?” “Oh,I have no interest at all,in politics,Madam Edith”. “What? No interest in politics at all,david? Surely,you must have at least 1 political view,don’t you,david?”. After carefully considering,and pondering Edith’s question,for a moment or two,I replied,in all seriousness,”well,Madam Edith,now that I think about it,I suppose that I do have 1 political view”. “Well,david? What is it,then? Tell us your political view,david”. “Well,Madam Edith,in these days of military uncertainty and tensions,I think that all of the world’s great Nations,should sign up to the ‘Non Profiterole Treaty’ “. Then,to my profound amazement,all 4 of the mature ladies burst into gales of laughter,and their toes seemed consumed with mirth,too,as they flexed,and scrunched,and wiggled,in the most furious and frantic and frenetic of fashions,and,I was quite at a loss,to see just what they could find so funny,on a matter of such serious and sober gravitas.

Edith was first to recover,”oh,david! How exceedingly,how excessively,how delightfully quaint!”. And,a laughing Martha McArthur said,”come,david. I think it’s time that we had you under the table,at our feet. Where you know what you are about. You can start with me. Lie down, with your head just here,david”,she instructed,guiding me into a comfortable and convenient position, for herself. Then,in seconds,I was lying under the oblong table,and I was getting down to business, and down to the purpose for which I was here,this evening,as Martha McArthur pushed her bare,slightly calloused,and hard skinned heel deep into my welcoming mouth,and my tongue made itself busy,very busy,with the important business,of smoothing and softening the hard skin on her heels,one after the other,and which was just her first course, of many such treatments to come,of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service. As the evening progressed,I continued to diligently and enthusiastically and proficiently perform the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,for all 4 of the mature ladies,as they placidly and congenially sipped their wine,and as they enthusiastically discussed their books,often animatedly,but,lying under the oblong table,performing my sacred,vocational duties,I hardly heard a word that they said to each other,for,so engrossed was I,with the lovely and attractive bare feet of the 4 mature ladies,as,at intervals,they took their turns,at placing their calloused,slightly rough skinned feet,and their hard skinned heels,over,and into my mouth,for me to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,and,while I served 1 of the 4 mature ladies,the other 3 mature ladies  would rest their feet on my body as I lay at their feet under the oblong table,and they would rub them on me,and dig their toes in,and absent mindedly use me as a plaything for their feet,as they discussed their books and drank their wine,and I would all but writhe,and squirm,in bliss and pleasure,and,almost before I knew it,and all too soon,the evening was over,seemingly,almost before it was begun,like a fleeting, and almost intangible and dreamlike moment in time,and it was midnight,and the end of my Mobile Pedicure Assignment,and I could hardly have been more dismayed,if I had turned into a pumpkin.

I was roused from my Heaven,and I was both utterly astonished,and miserably crestfallen,to hear Martha McArthur say to me,” my my! How time does fly,when one is enjoying oneself! It’s midnight already! Come up now,from under the table,david”. When I reluctantly resurfaced, from under the oblong table between the 2 sofas,where I had so blissfully spent the last 5 hours,that to me,had seemed more like 5 minutes,I was incredibly happy to see that all 4 of the mature ladies had happy,beaming smiles on their faces,and they each assured me,that my performance of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service, was every bit,and more,wonderful and satisfying as they had hoped it would be,and they told me that they were already looking forward to their next monthly book discussion meeting,and to me performing the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service for them again. They were all so tremendously pleased with me,and with my service to them,they said,that they each took some money from their purses,and they absolutely insisted,and would not take no for an answer,that I must take it from them,after I at first steadfastly refused to accept their money, thoroughly appalled,at the very idea,and after I had protested,that I could not possibly accept it from them. Just to be allowed to serve them,as their foot servant,was my reward,and it was all the reward that I wanted,I assured them. Finally,I capitulated,when Elspeth said to me,”you talk to us of being privileged,and honoured, at being allowed to serve us,at our feet,david,but,privilege and honour don’t pay your bills,do they,david? Now,david,listen to me very carefully. If you so stubbornly and foolishly continue to refuse this money,that it would please us greatly to give to you,as we all know very well, that you could use the extra income,I shall be on the phone to your employers, first thing in the morning,david,and I shall tell them,I shall tell Sharon and Jennifer,that I am most disappointed, and wholly dissatisfied, with your service to me this evening,david”. While still suffering greatly from the shock of Elspeth’s words, Grace now added,”so will I,too,david”. Edith followed suit,and she agreed with her friends, ”yes,and so will I,as well,david,very first thing in the morning. Come now,david,I am quite sure that you have no wish to defy,or to disappoint us”. I found that I could not reply,I could not speak,for,so choked up was I,with the powerful emotions of admiration and gratitude that I felt towards all of these fine ladies,that a huge lump seemed to have grown in my throat,that rendered any sort of speech, quite impossible.

 Then,Martha McArthur,as though she thought that I was still undecided,and as though she thought that I was still holding out,with my stubborn and foolish refusal, to accept the money that they so strongly and fervently wished to give to me, and that they all knew that I so sorely needed,and as though I was actually contemplating, defying and disappointing them all, said,with a rather naughty,and playful twinkle in her eye, ”yes,and so will I,david. But,not only that,david,but I am afraid that you will leave me with no possible alternative,other than to ‘mention you in dispatches’,to Major Michael McArthur,and I shall have to report to him to the effect,that you have disobeyed orders,and that you have been derelict in your duties,here,this evening. Then,he will send some of his squaddies to pay you a visit,one quiet evening,and they will be more than happy,to teach you the errors of your ways,david,and his lads like nothing better,than to be let out of barracks,for a spot of ‘rough and tumble’,I can assure you”. Oh! ,I thought,as I finally and gratefully accepted their money,accepted it, with the most immense and heartfelt gratitude,the money that those dear ladies held out to me,insisting that I accept it,and not taking no for an answer. Oh! What did I ever do,to deserve to meet,and to serve at the feet of,such wonderful,such marvellous,such beautiful,and such generous mature ladies,such as these,such as Martha,Grace,Elspeth and Edith? And,I also,was already looking forward to the first Monday of next month,and to the next book discussion evening of their Book Club,and to once again seeing,and to once again serving,at their beautiful,attractive, mature feet. And,Martha McArthur had hinted to me,that there may be as many as 7 or 8 mature ladies,at next month’s book discussion evening,who,by then,once word had got around,would know all about the joys of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,and who would be looking forward with the greatest of anticipation,to indulging in it,themselves,she assured me.

As I drove home,after midnight,I was so very happy,and I was filled with such very happy thoughts,about my Mobile Pedicure Assignment at Martha McArthur’s house. And,I now realized ,that the money that they had so kindly insisted on me accepting from them,meant that I could now afford to replace the starter motor on my car,which had started to play up a little,lately,and was giving me cause for concern,that I could not be confident in it’s reliability,when driving the clients of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon.

 Then,I also realized,with a sudden and exciting quickening of my pulse,that I had an All Day Mobile Pedicure Assignment,at 9 am,at Julia Davis’s Office,in less than 9 hours time! I would actually be returning to my former work place,to serve at the feet,exactly as instructed,and to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,and also for all of her Office girls,my former co-workers. And,the irony was certainly not lost on me,that my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,had fired me from my job,for not getting any work done,and for constantly staring at the feet of the Office girls,and at the shapely and sexy,panty hosed feet of Miss Julia Davis,herself,and for forever daydreaming, about exactly what I was now being assigned to her Office,to do!  I could hardly wait!

THE MIRROR   continues, in  Part 10.