Patrick Star Boots Novels & Stories

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I grabbed them up, held them behind me as I walked back out into the main living space. "So why am I waiting to crush his balls?" Kiema asked, her hands fisted on her hips. I pulled my surprise from behind my back. "Ta da!" "You brought me gross boots?" She raised one eyebrow at me before turning to consult with Saint. The other man was smiling. "You'll like those boots, honey. They have steel plates covering the toes. Absolutely no harm to you, exponentially more harm to him." Kiema leapt forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

“As much as I love to see you undressed like that, cowboy, it is a little informal. So maybe you oughta cover up all those muscles so female party goers aren’t drooling on you.” “Such sweet bullshit.” Chase retreated to the bedroom and yanked on new jeans, buttoned the white shirt, added his championship belt buckle, slipped on his boots and hat. All in under two minutes. “So? Do I pass?” She nodded, and returned her focus to two pairs of shoes. One pair, four inches high, were a funky shade of shiny yellow patent leather with turquoise stitching. The other pair, were flats, fancied up with flowers, but were nowhere near as hot as the stilettos.

"As I'll ever be." The town of Blackwood Falls was exactly what Leela expected: a charming mix of high-end boutiques for tourists and rugged outdoor outfitters for the locals. They hit the outdoor store first. Fennigan was on a mission. He marched her to the footwear section and started pulling boxes. "Waterproof," he muttered. "Reinforced toe. Good ankle support." He knelt in front of her like Prince Charming with a glass slipper, only the slipper was a heavy-duty, black tactical boot with aggressive tread.

" So now you're picking things willingly? What's the catch? " " If I don't look at the price then there won't be a problem. " I said as I picked up a cute pair of black booties with a heel, black bows and little designs. I don't know why but something had me drawn to them. I turned to Leo and nodded my head.

On bringing his hands out, a pair of militaristic-style boots followed from inside the box. He smiled on seeing the expression on the gladiators’ faces. Kalen’s heart practically left his chest for a moment there, as desire appeared in his eyes. He had to physically grab his chest, to calm his currently rampant mind. “What? Those boots?” The General finally spoke again, after allowing them to digest the sight that they were seeing. “Yes, this is exactly as you have seen. This is the special Sea Angels’ multi-purpose boots, made from special exotics that can only be found here deep in the sea.”

We left the three shoe stores with four pairs of boots, so not quite the one for each day of the week like Jake had suggested, but I could work on that… seeing Lilah’s face light up at something as simple as boots melted my heart… though if them boots stood on my feet my heart would not me melting, I would be cursing! They were big and chunky and far from lady like, but she loved them, they made her happy so it made me happy. There were a brown pair with thick chunky soles, which reached up to her knees, buckles up her calves. The other three pairs were black with similar variations in chunky soles - all that I knew was if it stood on your toe it would likely crush it….one pair was an ankle

Chastity gushed. I had found a pair of handmade brown leather boots with cut outs that had a dark purple material behind the cut outs. They should reach about mid-calf on her. I had also gotten lucky that they had them in her size because the store only had the one pair, and would not have been able to get a pair in her size. “I’m so glad you like them.” I stated. “I really do. They’re perfect.” Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.”

Jemima’s POV “What are you doing?” I asked amusedly. I had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking my first shower in three days, only to find Piper trying on a pair of boots that Adrian had bought me a few weeks ago. She smiled sheepishly at me as she took them off. “I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation to put them on. Blame the boots, not me.” A snort slipped from my lips as I strolled towards the wardrobe to pick out what to wear.

I bought those in cash, too, at a discount shoe outlet on the other side of town while wearing a completely different disguise. I carry the heavy boots and the black costume through the ground floor of the house, moving toward the front closet near the front-entrance garage where Julian usually parks. I open the closet door and look down. A pair of old leather loafers Julian hasn’t worn in months. A backup pair of running shoes. And yes, sitting right there in the corner: another pair of Paul Roy Peak Explorer boots. Same model, same rugged design, same dark color as the ones I bought for Christian.