Kendra Middleton Feet Novels & Stories

I decide to connect my phone's Bluetooth to the speaker, and vibe to calming songs. “Promise not to drown Anastasia” Kendra tells me after I play the song. “I promise” Kendra grabs two floating tubes and hands one to me. She places hers in the water and lays over it. “That’s how it’s done” she tells me “I want my legs to be inside the water, so I’ll do it the other way” I tell Kendra. “Just be careful” she tells me, as she follows the rhythm of the song and the water, which leads her to the middle of the pool.

I feel wobbly, like I’m floating in space. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I turn around to see Kendra standing there, creamy and perfect, poured into a latex black dress that shows her curves. Her lips, those plump juicy lips painted pink… and her gorgeous eyes. Mother of the moon! Is she real? How did she get into the party? I stagger my way to her. Kendra is just one of those girls you can easily fall for. Beautiful, intelligent, funny with a gorgeous smile that’s so infectious. When you fall in, there is no fucking way out.

However, she still hurt her ankle accidentally and screamed. “What’s up?” Lendon looked to her feet and asked, “I thought you recovered. What’s wrong?” Kendra didn’t answer his question. It was Lendon’s fault to make her feet swollen like this. Lendon put Kendra’s legs on his lap and massaged them softly. Kendra looked at him in surprise. Sometimes, she couldn’t understand him. He often got mad at small things yet later showed his gentleness. Lendon checked Kendra’s swollen feet and said, “Curtis, find a hospital.”

' Evelyn thought to herself emitting a small bit of laughter. "Alright remember ladies if they try getting frisky aim for the balls and run! I even brought my steel toes!" Kendra cheered raising her feet and sure enough she was wearing a pair of boots. She began swinging her leg around as if testing her kicking range. "Yup we are good to go!" Kendra said beaming ear to ear.

“Hey Cali, nice to see you in person. Need any help?” Whitney’s honey brown eyes fluttered open, resting on a fairly small woman with shoulder lengthed golden dreadlocks and a wide grin. The other girl was smartly dressed in a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a leafy green off-the-shoulder long sleeved shirt- the exact same shade as her gorgeous, expressive eyes. Black combat boots took a step forward, crunching leaves underneath them as she extended her hand confidently. “Where are my manners? I’m Kendra. We Skyped a few times.” Her warm, thick Maine accent made Whitney’s heart soar. This place was so different from California it was unreal. In the best way possible.

After my company was bankrupted, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow the pride I had spent my whole life holding on to and selling snacks by the busy street, just trying to survive. That day, I set up my stall like usual. Through the noise and laughter on the street, I saw Anna Henderson. She was wearing an elegant trench coat and the diamond necklace at her throat glittered. Beside her stood Marvin Abbott, her first love.

​Kendra kicked off her six-inch designer heels the moment the penthouse doors closed behind them, letting them clatter loudly against the marble floor. She was holding her tablet, her eyes locked on the screen with a smug, victorious grin. ​"Look at this, darling!" Kendra squealed, holding the screen up to Julian's face. "The Monaco daily print caught us by the harbor. They called me a 'mysterious, classic American beauty.' They didn't even mention that boring socialite crowd from last night."

Apparently three seconds had been too ambitious. I went downstairs twenty minutes later wearing a black silk robe, my hair twisted up badly, no makeup except leftover lip balm from last night, and dignity still in the middle of rebooting. In the kitchen, Kendra was standing in front of the freezer with the expression of a young woman who had just questioned every life choice she had ever made. Her oversized hoodie today was gray, her socks still mismatched, one pink, one blue. Her hair was half tied back, the claw clip on top of her head like an emergency antenna.

But the comment, humans didn’t know we existed, how did she know? “Funny name, but I’ll take it” “Come on, my house is only over there.” She pulls my arm around her shoulder and helps me hobble towards her house. Running for my life had distracted me from the intense pain in my feet. Kendra glances back over her shoulder a couple of times and locks the door behind us as soon as she deposits me on a chair. I notice odd little trinkets hanging all around the door and she follows my gaze “Keeps away the bad guys”