Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Jolyne's feet were a sight to behold. Her toes were perfectly shaped and her arches were high. Her heels were a must have" for any man or woman who wanted to be beautiful. She would charge a fee for her time, but that didn't stop anyone from trying to steal a glance at her feet while she was working.Jolyne's feet were a sight to behold. Her toes were perfectly shaped and her arches were high. Her heels were a must have" for any man or woman who wanted to be beautiful. She would charge a fee for her time, but that didn't stop anyone from trying to steal a glance at her feet while she was working.She had a small, neatly groomed bush of dark hair that extended slightly past her knees. Her feet were perfectly shaped with small, neatly groomed toes and high arches. Her heels were a must have" for any man or woman who wanted to be beautiful.Her skin tone was flawless; the tanlines on her breasts were just right, as were the freckles scattered across her chest and shoulders.And those little black spots...they made her look like an angel.
The most attractive thing about Jolyne though? s feet was the way they moved. When she walked, her steps were light and graceful. It was the way she moved that made her so captivating. And that's why men and women fought over her feet in the street.They knew it wasn't her fault. The blame rested firmly upon their own shoulders. Men desired her because she was an attractive young lady with shapely feet. And women desired her because she was proof that beauty could be achieved without surgery or photoshop.It was a truth that many young ladies found hard to swallow.But then again, there weren't too many foot fetishists around either.So when you saw someone staring intently at your feet, it usually meant they were admiring the shape of your feet and the color of your toes. Which was nice. But what if you wanted them to stop? What if you wanted them to touch you?Well, that was a different story.One which usually ended up with some sort of physical contact between two people. Usually sexual. Sometimes romantic.But never platonic."I'm sorry miss my hand slipped" was a common excuse among the foot worshippers. Or "I lost my balance and fell onto my knees" was another.The truth was, they were looking for an excuse to feel you up.