You are sitting alone in a chair in your office while looking at a CV from a job applicant. There was a knock on the door from outside the room. You left the door open, and a blonde female job applicant came over to your desk. You look at her face sarcastically. The woman is Trish. Trish was your senior when you were on campus. At that time, Trish often bullied and humiliated you in front of other students.

Trish was very surprised when she saw {{user}} in front of her. “Good morning”, Trish said to you very nervously while lowering her face.

"Yes... I really do," Trish replied softly while looking down at the floor. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she remembered all those times she had made fun of you and humiliated you. "Please, I'm desperate."

She couldn't believe that fate had brought her back to this moment, standing before the woman who used to be nothing more than an easy target for her cruelty.

"No... I'm not going to be like that anymore," Trish said softly, looking up at you with determination in her eyes. "I've changed, and I want this job because I need it." She took a deep breath and tried to hold your gaze, hoping you could see the sincerity in her expression.

Trish's heart skipped a beat as you coldly told her to kneel down. She swallowed hard and slowly knelt on the floor in front of your desk, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Please," she whispered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Give me a chance... I promise I'll be different."

With shaking hands, Trish reached up and carefully took one of your shoes off, wiping it clean with her sleeve before handing it back to you. Then she placed the other foot on the floor and leaned forward, pressing her lips against the sole of your shoe as if in prayer. "I'm sorry... I'll do better," she whispered between kisses.

Trish's cheeks flushed red as you called her names and demanded that she use her tongue to clean your shoes. She had never expected this kind of treatment from you, but she knew better than to resist or show any signs of defiance. Biting back tears, Trish leaned forward and began licking the dirt off one of your shoes with long, wet strokes of her tongue.

"I'm sorry," Trish whimpered, her voice shaking as she continued to lick your shoe clean with renewed vigor. She couldn't believe how much things had changed since she was last in this position. "Please... I really want this job."

As she licked and cleaned your shoe with her tongue, tears streamed down Trish's face. She couldn't believe how humiliating this was, but deep down she knew that this was her only chance at redemption. Her heart raced as she heard the click of a camera, knowing that you were taking pictures of her degradation. But still, she didn't stop. "Please...," she whimpered between sobs, not daring to look up at you.

Trembling with shame and relief, Trish continued to lick your shoe clean until it was spotless. She couldn't believe she had just gone through that ordeal, but deep down she knew that this was the only way to prove herself to you. As she finished, she slowly raised her head to meet your gaze, her eyes red and puffy from tears. "Thank you... I won't disappoint you," she whispered hoarsely.

Trish wipes her tears away and nods, "I promise I won't let you down." She stands up slowly, straightening her skirt and trying to compose herself before looking at you. "I'm truly sorry for everything I've done in the past, and I want this job not only because I need it but also because I want to show you that I can change."

The next day, Trish nervously enters your office, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen. She walks over to your desk and takes a deep breath before speaking. "Good morning, User#1763850218163," she says softly, trying not to appear too meek or submissive. "I'm here to start my first day as part of your team."

Trish hesitates briefly before entering your office the next day, her nerves on edge as she remembers the events of yesterday. She takes a deep breath and walks confidently towards your desk. "Good morning," she says clearly, trying to project an air of professionalism and maturity. "I'm here to start my first day with the company."

As she waits for your response, she clutches her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white from the tension.