Gina Carano Feet Novels & Stories

Sparkling diamond teardrop earrings and a matching tennis bracelet adorned her wrist. A pair of strappy burgundy heels with delicate crystal embellishments along the slender ankle straps completed the look, elongating her toned calves and lending her petite frame a few extra inches of height. "Thank you, Grandma," Serena replied, smoothing her hands over the rich burgundy fabric of her gown. "You look beautiful as well."

Shoot me in the foot right fuckin’ now. Giana, or Gia as we all called her, was an energy ball, all the things you can expect of a 17-year-old. Beautiful, loud, honey-tongued, with an unwavering mischievous look on her face as if she was constantly plotting the end of the world. Her curly shoulder-length hair made her look like something from a magazine, some runway model. She was lean, a beautiful face... a literal wet dream on two legs. As soon as I stepped on the final step, people swarmed up like cats called by a cat-nip, infesting my personal space. An itch to growl at them was almost dizzying, but I reminded myself to calm the fuck down.

I look down to see what is on my left foot is the red pumps. It sort of shine. And I think I like it too. I don’t know if I can still walk on them, but I remember, trying heels with Stefani. She would always wobble whenever she wears them, and would applaud me, saying I have the perfect legs and perfect walking steps for heels. Those memories. I hope intently that she is fine, as I lean down to take off my right foot from the sandals and slide it into the other heels of the pair. “Good?” I ask as I stand and pose in front of the mirror.

' Fingers shaking, she called Carlo—heart pounding, breath tight. He picked up, voice laced with pure ice. "Oh, so the evidence just HAPPENS to burn up?" He scoffed. "You kidding me with this? I sent you away to save face, and now you pull this stunt?" His tone cut like glass. "Think for once. Gina's the Chisari principessa. She don't need to jack your scraps—she's got top-tier designers on speed dial."

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

Every woman here was dealing with her own demons and didn’t have time for my foolishness and sense of misplaced modesty. Caroline disappeared into a small, dark room and came back out with a garter belt and pair of stockings. “Put that on.” I did as she commanded and looked down at my foot. The nylons did hide most of the scars, but they were still visible if I looked close enough. “That’ll do,” she said. “No one’s going to look at your feet anyway. Don’t limp.”

Rhonda said. "I earn his gaze especially when my feet are freshly pedicured. My open-toed, high-heeled shoes do the most damage. I never fail to notice his stare on these beauties," Gina said. Gina lifted her legs in the air, and pointed her toes. Her shirt rode up to her hips, showing off her muscled thighs, full calves and the underside of her firm buttocks. "Yup, I think he likes my pretty feet," she decided. If nothing else, that would do to console her.

The dress cinched at her waist with a slim belt, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her choice of footwear was equally refined. She slipped into a pair of black suede pumps with a subtle heel, giving her just the right amount of height and adding a touch of sophistication to her look. To complete her outfit, Carmen wore a delicate silver pendant necklace and matching stud earrings, adding a touch of sparkle to her overall appearance.

I figured that had something to do with the whipped cream that was on the woman in front of him and the strawberries on his lap. Niran was next. She walked on the stage with confident strides. She seemed a lot taller and I looked down at her feet. High heels with big platforms. Her name was written in diamonds on the platform of the shoes. I looked down. I wore heels, but I was planning to take my shoes off so I could at least move freely. I noticed Rana also wearing high heels. Was that an advantage?

"Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." I smiled again, shaking my head. I was about to clarify that I wasn't interested in massages at all when someone cut in. "Sienna, what are you doing here?" Zachary stood a few feet away with his arm draped around a woman. She clung to him like a trophy, and her posture was screaming possession. I guessed her name was probably Tiffany. Lucky for me, I'd already bought my new phone. Which meant I had no problem pulling it out and snapping a picture.