Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

I murmured hesitantly, although it would be difficult for me if I didn't. Corinthians took a moment to examine my entire body. They're all dressed in black suits, which I'm convinced are bulletproof due to their tough appearance. To protect their feet, they are wearing boots with 2 inch thick heels. They have long, black bottoms that are tucked into their boots and thick enough to keep them from slipping. And here I am, a poor woman on foot, dressed in a white blouse and large shorts, my foot bandaged. Embarrassing. As in, really humiliating. Even Corinthians couldn't seem to figure out what to do.

"Speaking of feet, your boots look fantastic on you, Mom." "Yeah fantastically slutty you mean, but I guess that is why you bought them for me huh, Tony." Slutty indeed as the black leather boots with their 4.5 inch stiletto heels come all the way up to her knees. He doesn't bother to respond. Instead he gives her a wan smile indicating what she said is the truth.

"That's your work uniform?" Huxley leans against the door jamb staring wide-eyed as I zip up my tall black leather boots. They're my favorite and tonight I need the comfort of the old beloved boots I picked up at a Ross store three years ago. The leather footwear come nearly to my knee and you would think the tall black leather would be difficult to wear, but they're the opposite. These boots are the most comfortable shoes I own. I could walk all day in them. When you're a club promoter and work till three o'clock in the morning, comfort is an important feature.

I scratched the back of my head and said awkwardly, "I-I didn't mean for it to go that way. I was just trying to help her learn the technique faster." Mr. Morgan pointed at my lower half, his expression full of disgust. "Fix your clothes immediately. Look at yourself; you're a mess." I looked down and realized I hadn't zipped up yet. Everything was still on display. The women standing around stared in shock at my size. Having so many eyes on me made me feel quite self-conscious. I quickly pulled my pants back into place. Hazel chuckled and said, "Mr. Brewer, your training equipment is a little hard to miss."

The collar and bottom sleeves were white lace, and my apron complimented the entire ensemble nicely. Since the dress didn’t go below my ankles like my previous one, I wore white mid-thigh stockings under my new black leather work boots. It would be added coverage if I had to bunch up my dress under my apron to maneuver around better while completing my tasks. Kicking the front of the dress to walk with heavy things in hand wasn’t helpful, nor was it safe.