Feet Model Novels & Stories

Lumi POV The third swimsuit was somehow worse than the first two. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the fabric for what had to be the hundredth time. The model online looked incredible, of course she had. She was six feet tall, had abs, and probably drank green juice for fun. I looked like I was losing an argument with elastic. A sigh escaped me, then another. Then a third. Behind me, Briggs looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was so freakin' hot — completely out of my league! A little dork like me could never dream of having the attention of a blonde 6'3" athlete with big tits. She's a foot taller than me for God's sake! So curvy. So fit. Such lithe and graceful feet... No! Don’t jerk off again, asshole!

I quickly looked up to see who the rude person was in front of me. A tall and slender woman wearing heels that were about six feet tall was the person who stepped on the broomstick. The woman was already tall, but she was even taller because of her sandals with high heels. She is beautiful and postured but her makeup is thick on her face. I can't guess how old she is. But I think she is a ramp model. Those who are skinny like her are the ramp models I often see on the fashion channel. "You're the girl who shoved yourself around Phil so he could marry you?" the woman asked me angrily. She stares at me from my face down to my feet. She checked my body a few times before her eyes finally focuse

She tried to scroll fast, but every word cut deep. Her chest tightened and tears threatened to fall, but she blinked them back. Then something different. A short notification. A tag. A fashion show advertisement. “New faces needed. Height: 5’8 and above. Model training provided. Audition next week.” A tag under it: @LenaBlackwood you should try this. She stared at the screen. Her height… about 5’9 Her skin… smooth and glowing Her body… slim waist, long legs, soft curve hips

In my case, perfect timing is my right hand. I made sure that my tummy is completely flat as I walk. I'm not only a tall and petite model, I'm also curvy in a way that others consider impossible. I am sexy and body can prove it. It's even all natural. No procedures of plastic surgeries were even done for me to look this good. I'm born to be in the modeling industry. And it's just right that they consider me as one of the best. I'm lucky? Nah, I'm blessed.

When she was about to explain whether she was not a model but a designer, Miranda accurately spoke out her measurements, “You are 165 cm in height and 45 kilograms. The size of your waist, chest, and hips are 60 cm, 95 cm, and 80 cm. And your leg-to-body ratio is 0.62.” “You are too short!” Katrina said and frowned. “But your figure is not bad. There are not enough models now, and it seems you are the only one I can choose. Come with me and change your clothes. Hurry up.” Estelle was stunned and looked at Miranda. Miranda put her palms together and gazed at her with pleading eyes as if asking her for help. Seeing her like this, Estelle understood everything and showed a helpless smile. Miran

I added. The woman looked away from me. "Well, yeah! I'll be one of the features for next month's issue," she simply replied. Later, the elevator opened and I just thought that we were going to the same floor and maybe Sir Troy would handle the project. I was left looking at that woman who was a model by the way she walked. Her height and beautiful complexion are also undeniable. I don't know but I feel insecure. I was wondering about that girl because I just saw her today. Maybe she's just a beginner in the modeling field.