Feet Model Novels & Stories

As she spoke, she gently reached out her feet from under her long gown. They were a pair of white-laced shoes. Although Charmine was 1.7 meters tall, her feet were only sized 36; tiny yet adorable.

The model immediately crouched down, and her expression was extremely painful. A staff member nearby helped the model to the side. The female model took off her tall boots and a string of blood pearls gushed out from her feet. This is a very young and beautiful mixed—race model. She is also Skylar's exclusive model for tonight's finale. "Shit." The female model cursed softly. She poured out a small spike from her shoe. There was blood on the spike. "Which madman did it?" She scolded. Skylar immediately squatted down and checked her foot injuries. She said to Raelynn, "do you have any bandages? Find one."

"It will enhance your eyes. Shall we try it?" "Um, okay." I took off the robe, and her eyes widened again. "Oh, my; you will have the men falling at your feet." She giggled when I self-consciously covered my cleavage with my hands. "No, don't be embarrassed. We Fey are never ashamed of our bodies and yours is especially something to be proud of." "Excuse me?" I blinked at her. "I've seen the women here. They're like super models; gorgeous and thin... and tall. Sheesh, I can't compete with that."

"What makes you think that you are qualified for this job?" "I… I am happy to learn where I am lacking. I have the body that you may need under your services, I have walked through the runway before but I haven't just started out professionally. I may not be qualified but I have what it takes to be a good model." He thinned a small smile. "That's impressive." "What's your weight?" "60." "Height?" "5'8." He shifted his body forward and checked his computer. "Your portfolio is nice, the shots are quite creative and compelling. Your composure is impressive."

Damn, if I move closer, I am sure she is almost as tall as those skeletal models I usually have to chase from my back. Usually, I don’t like when a girl is too tall and almost dragging heights with men, but looking at this particular woman, you will hardly notice she is almost five foot-ten inches and looking more at her body now in the robe that is so decent yet indecent on her sexy body, I realised that what makes Becca’s height to be beautifully unique is because of those curves. With those well rounded globes for boobs and her equally lovely well rounded hips and butt, it is not amazing that everything she stands for seems right and proper.

The clerk winked and I walked back into the dressing room to continue my one-person modeling gig. I literally put my foot down when he tried to get me into five-inch heels. “I’ll break my neck. There’s no way I’m walking in those.” “What about these?” They were three-inches. Never with another man would I consider them but with Killian by my side, they had potential. “I’ll hold onto you so you don’t fall.” He added full dimples to the husky words.

"But it's the truth. She is fat and she doesn't stand a chance to become a model..." "What you are calling fat is what people call plus-size models. And yes, they stand a chance in modelling. Look at Ashley Graham. She's a renowned professional plus-size model." Aunt rubs her tears and looks at me sternly. "I don't care, Becca. I just want Pepper to go to college and get a diploma. Not walk around naked with her hair in the air like those bimbos do."

Cynthia smiled at the girl next to her, she had seen her on tv, but she looked purer in person. "I don't have a formula for that actually," she said and the rest of the models slumped their shoulders. They had all secretly wished to come into contact with Cynthia at least once, though she was a newbie and the newest in the industry amongst them, she was also the one with the biggest achievements and highest number of recommendations and had the highest demand. It was not new news that she was the ideal model in every business description, she had the most ideal height, body features, demeanor, composure and poise and was also the most flexible person they had ever seen.

She was Lily, a famous supermodel here for a Gucci photoshoot. First one long leg of pale firm legs rocking a pair of Yeezy naked heels, before the rest of the tall athletic slender frame wrapped in a sexy strapless sheath black gown. The woman made her way towards the building like a swan floating on top of a river leaving her guards to wait for her by her car.

Batting my eyebrows, I'd started to have high hopes. “Alright, let’s test your words,” As I began turning, there came a shoot of a blonde model, ivory, 5’7, slim figure, long legs, flat belly, tiny waist. But when it came to her face, it wasn’t any special, I had a lot of such faces, so she wasn’t required. Turning eight times, there came another girl, I noticed her details at the top right, black, 5’6 and almost the same as the blondie, but again, I was looking for a new face.