Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

She placed them on the table and sat down comfortably before accessing them. “This particular Coil Chain heel, don’t you think the design is sloppy? I mean, not everyone in this world has the perfect balance for this. It is super expensive, but it is clear and glaring in its design that they are only marketing it to people of a particular weight or size”, Harvey remarked, as she rolled the heels in her hand.

I stand straight, strike half a power pose, and I will confidence into my liquid stomach. I can do this. “Car’s waiting downstairs Scarlett. Good luck!” I roll my eyes at the mischief in Danis’s tone and make my way out of the room. The guards at the head of the stairs share raised eyebrows when they see me. I nod as a greeting and I walk past them and down the stairs. My heels are simple, not red Louboutins or green Prada. It has a simple strap to hold my toes in place and little to no extra covering. The diamond stem heel gives me a feeling of exclusivity and femininity.

Audrey was silent, she totally understood what the supermodel was trying to say. “The easiest way to look like an amateur in heels is to put your whole foot down at once as if you’re wearing flats. When wearing heels, put your heel down first, followed by your toe. This will make your walk look more natural” Mellisa stood in a similar pose with her hands on her waist, “And here we go” she made another walk back and repeated the same thing four times and by the time she was done, Audrey felt like she already got a hang of it.

she grumbled, flipping through blazers and beige like it was punishment. Then — like destiny, or petty Black girl magic — her hand landed on it. A metallic gold mini dress with enough cutouts to get her banned from half the country clubs in this zip code. Paired right next to it? Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her.

"Rest here for a second. I'll be right back." Seraphina nodded. As he walked away, she let out a huge sigh of relief, letting her guard down a little. Mortimer stepped out of the hall and returned a few minutes later. He was holding a pair of beige, soft leather slip-on flats. Even though they were flats, their high-quality craftsmanship paired perfectly with Seraphina's moonlight-white gown, not looking out of place at all. He crouched down on one knee in front of her and whispered, "Take the heels off. These will be much more comfortable."

Rows of modest heels, flats, running shoes, and boots turned before her. Cassie stopped turning when more of Tricia's inner slut appeared before her in the form of silver, sparkled platform heels, thigh-high, red patent boots, and feathery, black strappy heels. Eyeing the black plumes, she tipped her head to the side in recognition.

Nina also helped with my preparation. I chose the mermaid cut, emerald green off-shoulder dress surrounded with small diamonds. It has a knee-high slit which exposes my right leg. It is also a backless dress revealing may full back. My mom made a chignon bun for my hair, circled with a diamond hairpiece. Then I paired my dress with Aquazzura's Heaven pumps. It's made in Italy from clear PVC that's intricately embellished with glistening crystals and have twisted slingback straps. The slender 105mm heels are covered in silver leather to compliment the whimsical silhouette. My sister applied a light make up and a light pink lipstick. I stood up in front of a full-length mirror to check. My mom

And his head was missing. In the half-light of the reluctant dawn lay a shoe. From its size Mac deduced that the bearer was petite, likely no heavier than the average twelve year old. Yet it was sexy, sophisticated and undeniably high-end. Or at least it had been. Now the heel had broken off and it was plastered with drying mud. A short way off lay it's pair, unbroken, kicked off in haste. He moved around trying not to disturb the mud, there were barefoot impressions; not the rolling motion of heel-strike walking, but only the balls of the foot and the toes.

“These heels are killing me!” Her eyebrow raised like my problem wasn’t worth the penny. “Rebecca, that’s only 2 inches heels! You’ll be wearing at least 4 inches during the pageant. How will you be able to endure the catwalk and stand time?” “I’ll endure that, Gin… It’s just that---" Heiji ran towards me and handed a cold water. “You okay?”

It was in a mermaid's style that flowed out from my knees, all the way to the ground. There was a big opening at the back with a low cut, that showed the dimples on my waist. In front, the neck dipped all the way to my navel, showing my cleavage. She applied stick-on bras to keep my boobs in place. On my feet, I was wearing an expensive pair of Dolce & Gabbana, a patent leather slingback with the D&G heels for bottoms. When Fiona, who was, by the way, very friendly and nice, showed me the price tag. I was shaking my head no and pushing it away really fast.