The tinkling of the doorbell announced the arrival of yet another customer at the high-end women's shoe store. But Emre, who was busy dusting the shelves, didn't even glance up. His mind was elsewhere, on the woman who had walked into the store a few minutes ago.
She was a goddess, with long legs that seemed to go on forever, and a mane of dark hair that cascaded down her back. She was trying on shoes, oblivious to the fact that she was standing on something important. Something that represented years of hard work and dedication.
Emre's diploma from Bogazici University was now a makeshift shoe mat, and he couldn't find the courage to approach the woman and ask her to move. He was frozen in place, his eyes glued to the woman who was stepping on his future.
Before he could gather the courage to speak, the woman had already recommended the diploma-turned-shoe-mat to another customer. Emre watched in horror as the diploma was passed around, each woman leaving her mark with her heels.
And then, she walked in. Esin, a 30-year-old woman with a playful smile and a love for shoes. She tried on several pairs, each time stepping harder on the diploma. Emre could only watch as his precious paper was reduced to a crumpled mess.
Esin noticed Emre's distress and decided to have a little fun. She stomped on the diploma, creating a hole and leaving her dirty sole mark. She then took the diploma and used it as a shoe liner for her worn-out heels.
"I'll take all of these," she said, handing Emre a pile of shoes. "And make sure to bring another precious paper from your life for me to try shoes on next week."
Emre, feeling helpless, watched Esin leave with his diploma. He knew that this was just the beginning of his new life as a shoe financer and diploma destroyer.
Esin sent Emre the shoes with the diploma still inside, unrecognizable and glued to her smelly pumps. Emre couldn't help but inhale the stinky feet smell from the shoes.
"I'll be waiting for your next assignment," he texted back, knowing that his life would never be the same again.
"Good boy," Esin replied, with a winky face emoji.
Emre sighed. He was under Esin's control now, and there was nothing he could do about it. But he couldn't help but admit that there was something exciting about being at the mercy of a woman like Esin. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next.
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