Footjob Novels & Stories

Nobody moved. "I mean it is not me," he said quickly. "It is my walk. Look at the right foot. I got that knee in 2019. I turn it out, like this." He took three steps across the carpet and I saw it, plain as a signature, the stoop, the swing, the little hitch at the end. "Someone has been watching me. Someone has learned to walk like me." "Like the cleaner in the stairwell," I said slowly. "Yes."

The help's domain. Her domain now. She walked slowly, barefoot because her shoes had been soaked through with dirty water. Each step on the cold marble sent shocks of pain through her damaged feet—small cuts from broken glass she'd swept up, bruises from kneeling too long on hard floors. The physical pain was almost welcome. It gave her something to focus on besides the images burned into her brain. Diro's face, twisted with pleasure. Faye's middle finger, raised in triumph. The sounds that had played like a soundtrack to Beverly's complete destruction.

I say, "and you can barely keep your eyes open." "I'm fine," Timothy insists. "You're not fine," I say, walking over to him. "But we'll work with what we have. Let's start with footwork." "Footwork?" Timothy frowns. "This is a wolf fight, not ballroom dancing." "Footwork is everything," I say. "In hockey, in combat, in any physical competition. If your feet are in the wrong position, nothing else matters." "Okay," Timothy says, still skeptical. "Show me."

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.

It’s one of those moments that’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it suddenly clicks that this person is going to become irreplaceable. Mateo makes his way back to the living room with Lucas and his little brother Giano in tow. Seeing this, Rob quits trying to goad Alex into a rematch and instead yells for everyone to make their way outside for a game of soccer. The boy practically bounds out the house, most likely assuming he’ll redeem himself. He’s got a good chance – Alex might be stronger, but Rob’s long legs give him a speed advantage. Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche.

We also grow more than two feet in height and tower over even the tallest humans. Our biggest problem is boots. Up until this point no one's engineered footwear that allows toes with three-inch claws to expand through them. Boots, even in our human size, are not easy to come by and many of our warriors forgo wearing them entirely. The boots I had on when I exited the car are long gone and it may be awhile before I come across another pair that fits.

This time my feet hit on the brake in an attempt to stop the motion of the car but it doesn't stop to my horror. I repeatedly stamped my feet on the break hoping the car would stop but it didn't. Clenching my eyes shut I mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen. The car rocked and bounced and so did my body like a horse kicking up its heels as it slipped down the unpaved path. There was a thump as the car smacked a tree, and my eyes flew open as the car rolled over. I flew out of the vehicle and landed some distance away. An agonizing sob erupted from my mouth as excruciating pain passed throughout my body, especially the skull area.

Homework for myself: figure out what the hell is up with my teacher. I was halfway home and my feet started to hurt. My throat was dry and my body was screaming for some water. I looked down at my high heels and was contemplating taking my high heels off. I looked in front of me, taking in the long way to go. I bent down to undo my shoes, deciding to go barefoot. As I was unclasping the second shoe, I heard a voice behind me.

They didn’t have time for this, but they did it, anyway. They turned around and juggled their placement order so that Stone led again. It wasn’t easy and Ebony thanked the goddess that she’d worn her steel toed hiking boots. Stone weight a lot more than a stone when he stomped on her foot with a front paw. “Watch it jerk wad. That’s my foot. You want me riding you out of here because you broke one of my feet?” He bared his teeth at her in annoyance or the wolf version of a fuck you.

I wondered if this was the forest at work or just the unfortunate crack catching Faye's shoe. I walked to her and bent, trying to unstick her heel and boot, but to no avail. It was stuck tight in there. I looked at her. "Can you take your foot out so that I can pull just the shoe out?" "It's not possible. The zipper too is stuck in the hole." I looked to the side of her show and saw that the zipper head was stuck in the hole too. I tried to pinch it out and unzip her boot, but my fingers couldn't reach inside to even bring it out.