The Unlucky Receptionist The Unlucky ReceptionistMichaela Brown was a receptionist at the prestigious Rouge Hotel. It was great pay for sitting on her ass painting her long sexy toenails and occasionally answering the phone. However, her apartment was nearly two miles away and with her car in the shop for the forth time this month, Michaela found herself reluctantly walking to work. Unfortunately for her crimson stiletto heels were part of the uniform and after only a quarter mile Michaela's soft size five feet were killing her.She glanced at her watch and decided to sit on a bench outside the bistro for a minute. She sat down and immediately kicked her shoes off
The Barefoot Club Amelia loved her job. The Barefoot Club was an amazing nightclub at the far end of town that catered to a special kind of woman. Women came from out of state to enjoy the services that Amelia and the other girls provided. This special club was devoted entirely to the pampering and downright worship of female feet.Amelia admired the crimson pedicure one of the other girls had given her during downtime the other night and gave her long pale toes a satisfied wiggle before slipping her smooth size five feet into her patent black high heels and stepped out of her dressing room. The clubs main room was quiet; some of the girls had their heels kic
True Story Barefoot in College I was in college a few years ago and I had a friend, I always thought he liked feet, as he use to take off mine and my friends shoes all the time. One time him and a few of his friends all dared me to spend a whole day at college barefoot. I pretended like I thought the idea was scary, but really I was kind of excited for an opportunity to not wear shoes all day!! So the next day I arrived at college and met my friend in the social room.'Ok! Shoes off!!' he said I thought maybe he had forgotten about the dare but I agreed. I remember I had zebra pattern flats on (no socks) with pink painted nails, and I was wearing denim shorts. I kic
True Story - Lost Shoe My friend and I were walking home one day, we use to walk past a very small pond, (so small it was basically a huge puddle) and this day noticed somebody had made some kind of wooden crate raft and left it on the pond. The raft was nearly the width of it. My friend being quite adventurous suggested using it to get on the other side of the water as there was a shortcut to her house on the other side of the bank. Reluctantly I agreed. My friend went first and managed to get across no problem there was barely any water anyway, the raft took up most of the pond space. When it was my turn to go across, I got my foot caught between the gaps in the