Franny Shoes Novels & Stories

Valerie actually was funny when she lightened up, and I felt bad for not spending more time with her sooner. *You don’t hang out with anyone that you’re not trying to--* I cut Fanny off and began humming loudly in my head. “But these shoes,” Valerie said, holding up a pair of silver stilettos, no doubt made to torture a woman’s feet. I had stolen a look at the box and they were $600. She hadn’t been able to stop looking at them, but to fall in love with shoes with no dress wasn’t too advisable. “Are there any other high end shops within say an hour’s drive,” I asked.

Instead, her cheeks were rosy from the warm water and her deep brown eyes shone brightly. Opening the door and looking outside, she saw that Andy wasn't there. So stepping out, Fanny walked over to the closet. She was surprised to find a lot of clothes there but not all of them were black. She chose a pair of black lace panties and a black dress. Sliding her underwear on, she was surprised that they fit her perfectly. The dress was very simple, and when she put it on, it came down to mid-thigh. It fits her like a glove, showing off her delicate little curves.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

The hot pink set had actually been among the choices left that provided the most coverage. With a wistful sigh for her granny panties that Shane hadn’t packed— she had checked, but found none of her own clothes amid the possessions he’d brought back—she slipped on socks and flimsy tennis shoes. Considering every other piece in the wardrobe was high-quality, the cheap tennies were suspicious, but she assumed he had chosen them with deliberate thought. Likely, he had assumed they wouldn’t stand up to vigorous use or be practical for scaling steel fences.

MARISSA “Beautiful,” I almost whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “You look like a ballerina angel.” “What’s a ballerina angel?” Annie giggled, scrunching up her nose. I shrugged. “It’s the most beautiful angel of them all.” She laughed again and then went back to studying her reflection in the mirror. “Do you think I need other shoes?” On her feet were silver slippers with tiny pink bows at the back of her ankles. She held her left foot up to me so I could get a good look at it. “No, baby. I think those are gorgeous. They go perfectly with that dress.”

From afar, they appeared black, but upon closer inspection, a deep, shadowed blue shimmered in the light. Taking Sherry's foot delicately, she slid it into the shoe, which felt almost fragile with the slender straps wrapping over her foot. Sherry found them stunning yet slightly intimidating; the thin, pointed heel unsettled her. Without hesitation, Gen slipped her other foot into the shoe and remarked, "These are called stilettos, Sherryl. I think they suit you. What do you think, Mr. Cross?" "Think you can walk in those?" The question was directed at Sherry, and she felt her shoulders tense.

Sharon begged her friend. A 6-inch black stiletto, 4-inch beige-colored pumps, and 5-inch white sandals were what Sharon chose. Myra wanted something with fewer inches, but after one pleading look from Elijah and Sharon’s exhausted face, she said, “Fine, But I am not buying that red lipstick." “Such an ass," Sharon muttered.

Freya has gotten me some hell of panties and bras so I looked so sexy and presentable! "I love it!" I exclaimed as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was let lose and in my head, I'd began to imagine what the perfect outfit would be for the night. "I love it too. Now come on, let's go to the shoes sections." Freya said. After another hour or so, we had selected a number of shoes ranging from flats to heels, boots and sneakers for my everyday wears. "I've never been this happy, Freya. You really are the best." I said to her feeling all teary.

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.