Word of the infamous, yet rarely spoken of 'Foot club', was something akin to an urban legend around that part of town, especially considering how it involved teenage girls and their lust for everything below the ankle. Everyone knew about boys and their well documented affection for soles, toes and heels but girls? Many would think such a thing preposterous and highly unlikely. Alas, the club existed and it was its niche activities that lured in a new trio of girls, curiosity tempering their thoughts. It came as no surprise that such an exclusive little group of curious young women would attract attention, be it good or bad, but it nonetheless sparked the curiosity of three friends who'd heard hushed whispers of the odd little club.
Amelia was the girl that propositioned the trip to the club, having followed the lengthy paper trail of rumours, gossip, eye-witness accounts and horny boys to the front door of a very ostentatious property in one of the more affluent areas in the town. She was a petite gymnast with chestnut hair, a slanted grin that held her cheekiness at bay and brilliant blue eyes that would send the pacific ocean a run for its money. Garbed in a grey tank top, black skinny jeans and well worn ballet flats the teenager was the very model of the 'girl next door', one whose occasionally naughty nature often got her and her friends in trouble. Was walking into a forbidden foot club trouble? She was about to find out. Her feet, though hidden, were dainty and supple, barely passing a size six and were coated in a fine layer of gym dust that was sandwiched between the soles of her blushing feet and the modest flats.
Standing next to her was Nicole, a porcelain skinned girl who was often thought to be several years older than she actually was. A cheerleader of the highest caliber and with a sour attitude to match her well regarded flexibility, the tall and leggy blonde held the hearts of the poor boys who fell for her and crushed them beneath the soles of her size eleven feet on a daily basis. Controlling, narcissistic and overly snarky, Nicole was not only a fiery personality but a girl wholly comfortable in her kinky tastes and exhibitionist nature. Of the three visitors she was the most experienced, a fact she enjoyed reminding Amelia and anyone else who tried one-upping her. Adorning her slender feet were red suede heels, the pink tips of her brightly coloured toes peeking out from under the dark straps. With arches blessed with a particularly impressive curve, the sassy cheerleader knew exactly how to show off her feet.
Lastly, finishing off the odd trio of curious teenagers was Violet, a dark haired girl who'd only recently arrived from Paris after a year long stay there. Quiet, sweet yet exceptionally stylish, Violet was born to be a girl destined for success, her parents ensuring she knew how blessed she was. With an asian mother and a french father, Violet possessed near flawless skin, a slim build and lips that were almost always curled in an innocent pout, a sight that endeared to almost anyone who saw her. Although much more shy than her two friends, the girl kept the reckless Amelia and the Hot-headed Nicole from killing one another and often did so by worshiping both their feet at the same time...a secret little bonding exercise that actually worked the first time she tried it. If Amelia's feet were dainty and dirty and Nicole's were slender and flexible then Violet was a modest balance between the two, with delicately cared for size eight feet that were expertly pedicured with french tips. She wore simple black sandals to complete her demure appearance.
"You know, I really hope this is worth it." Nicole uttered ryly, rolling her eyes as she fixed a crease in the very short skirt she was wearing, throwing a passing glance down at their feet before giving herself a smug grin. "Now, let's be honest if this thing is real do you reckon they'd put me on a throne and beg me to put my toes in their mouths?" The girl smirked, nudging Amelia in the side before glancing at Violet who had yet to say much more than a 'hello' when they picked her up.
"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that barbie." Amelia retorted with a sniff, brushing a strand of hair from her brow before unceremoniously banging on the front door, an impassive look painted on her girlish features. "If they don't come andd answer in a minute I'll promise we'll get back to your house and Violet here will massage your precious widdle toes." The gymnast purred sarcastically, offering the quiet dark haired beauty a cheeky wink.
Time would only tell if the infamous club heed the knocks of the incoming trio...
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