Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

he said in a husky nervous voice, "I see you're ready for me." The sexy blonde was in the centre of a device strewn room. She was standing though not fully upright. Isabelle was on tip toes, eight inch heeled boots the black rubber up to her thighs. The boots were so tight they seemed to mould to her perfect calves; her ankles visible in the tight material her thighs gripped firmly by the boot tops.

I simply stepped hard on the pointy toe of her pink silk shoe with the heel of my heavy work boot, putting all my weight into it. "Ouch!" Lucille gasped out loud, pulling her foot back so fast she nearly knocked her wine goblet over. The entire table went dead quiet. Lord Ronin frowned, his thick eyebrows joining in the middle. "Oh, my goodness, Your Ladyship!" I squeaked, clasping my hands together and dropping into a quick, awkward bow. "I am so terribly sorry! These border boots are so clunky compared to delicate palace slippers. I didn't even see your foot stretching three feet out into the walking aisle."

"Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots." I give him a small shoulder push to get him moving. Once he's settled, I twist around, bringing my legs up, and begin pulling on the leather. I can tell as soon as my feet slide home that they fit perfectly. "They don't look any different than the military boots I gave you." "Sacrilege." I run my fingers over the leather. "These babies have PVC air-cushioned soles. They're indestructible." King whistles. "One emergency Shadow Warrior shift and you'll discover you shouldn't be too excited about footwear, and when that happens, no footwear is indestructible."

But Thursday night, when I opened my locker to grab my cleaning supplies, I froze. Sitting on the bottom shelf were a pair of work boots. Black leather, steel-toed, with thick rubber soles designed for long hours on concrete floors. They looked expensive—the kind of boots that cost more than I made in a week. I picked one up, turning it over in my hands. Size seven. My exact size. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, looking around the empty locker room like Kade might be hiding behind the benches. These weren't just any work boots. They were the exact brand I'd been eyeing at the uniform store downtown for months. The ones I'd tried on twice but could never afford.

We are both breathing heavy. Then he tears them completely and pulls them down and off me. I step out of them still wearing my black, low-heeled boots that I bought in Vegas. They have small diamante studs on the heel. My favorite. “Fuck me, you look sexy with your jeans in tatters at your ankles and your boots on.” He wastes no time as he drops to his knees and parts my legs slightly. His knuckles graze my buttercup, lace panties. His nose goes to my core.

He yelled in pain, I laughed, good thing I wore these boots today they really did come in handy, I originally didn't want to wear them because of my injury that had not healed properly but they went so well with my today look that I couldn't do without them and now, I know fate knew what will happen today, the perfect shoes for this job, I smiled in satisfaction. "You have the audacity to be smiling? You wanna die by my hands?" He roared and I kicked him again, I felt pain from each kick too but I didn't mind, it was little compared to what I was inflicting on him. "Ahhhh," He growled. The crowd of on Lookers was getting much but no security men were in sight, I figured if he is about to get

I looked out the shattered side window, the forest floor a dizzying tilt of brown and green. Then I heard the crunching sound of footsteps on dry grass. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. They were here. Through the haze of smoke and dust, I saw them. Four men, moving with slow, predatory confidence toward the wreckage. Then, I saw the boots, they were heavy, steel-toed combat boots, the leather scarred and reinforced with strange, rusted metal plating around the ankles. There was a specific notch on the heel of the lead man’s boot, a detail that sent a jolt of paralyzing shock through my veins as I recognised it immediately.

"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."