Novel & Cerita Ankle Length Trench Coat

—Killian— Sitting in my enormous leather chair is Lena, dressed in a trench coat, pantyhose, and those famous Louboutins. My cock stirs at the sight of the trench coat. I’m hoping it’s just like in the movies—nothing underneath. Her legs are crossed, and I can just barely get a glimpse of the garters around her thigh. She stands, slowly walking over to me. I’m speechless, and hard as fucking hell, quite possibly ready to blow in my pants like some horny fifteen-year-old boy at any moment.

I took a scissor and did my magic by trying to fix my skirt. After fixing my skirt, I wore it and smiled at the sight. It was a black pleat skirt that’s above the knees and it was partnered with a white knee socks and black school shoes. The coat was also colour black with a gold printed logo on the side, and white short sleeve shirts. You can actually either choose whether you’ll wear a short sleeve shirt or a long sleeve shirt. But when you wear short sleeve shirts, you’ll have to wear the coat, but that’s not the case with the long sleeve one. Oh, and I almost forgot. We also wear a black necktie to complete our uniform.

My heels clinked against the stone as I wrapped my trench coat around myself “Seriously. What kind of modeling event doesn’t allow drinking?” Alice asked as we entered the house. We were dressed formally, in gowns and heels. I wore a long sleeve burgundy gown with a slit going up my thigh. It was tight, accentuating my curves in all the right places complemented by my simple Louboutins. Alice wore a shorter grey dress that reached just above her thigh. The back was completely open and it was the perfect mesh of sexy and classy. She paired it with black Jimmy Choo’s, and I have to admit, we looked great.

I smiled "Meet you there in 30 minutes," he asked "Sure, let me freshen up, just got in from work," I told him "Sure, take your time" he insisted, ending the call. I stood up and hurried into the shower, took a quick bath, raided my wardrobe, and put on a turtleneck dress that hit around mid-shin. Pair it with some sheer black tights and a pair of heeled booties, the night was cold so I wore a long trench coat. My hair is tied in a bun, I look perfect.

At least I got the long sleeves. He’d mentioned the party would be at a nightclub, so I insisted on shoes that would allow me to dance. The lady in charge of assisting us made me try some pairs, until I found one I thought I could wear without breaking my ankles. Brandon completed the outfit with a long black coat and a clutch purse with a delicate chain, that would allow me to hang it over my shoulder.

Previously, in order to make her organization organized, she created a customized sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. So, to make things simple, she did the same thing here as well. So, four of them were wearing the same sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. The color of it was a typical black and the back of it was painted with eagle painting indicating that they were the rulers of their own territory. Underneath the coat was a typical white long shirt paired with black pants and black sneakers. “Sit down,” she gestured at the empty seat right in front of her working table.

Lean, but cut with muscle, she wore a long black coat—something Death would have worn if he wanted to modernize his cloak to something more fashionable. She left the coat hanging open. It flapped back and forth with the stormy breeze traveling throughout the room. Under the coat was what could only be described as a cat-burglar suit—black and skin tight, leather with two large daggers strapped to her thighs. Black boots finished the look off. Silver hooks stuck out the tips.

"Don't be silly. I can get myself other things. Besides, it's just a bag." Next, we go to a fur store. She buys a cream, plain-to-floor fur, and also a cream, knee-length one. Different designs. "You can pick one." "That won't be necessary." "I'm paying, Chancé." I tilt my head a little, and she nods for me to just go for it. I spot a fine black long wool coat. It's tailored like a suit jacket but falls to the knee. I check the price and gasp out loud. My eyes meet Sasha's, and she just laughs.

All except one. Deep in the woods, lying on the branch of an oak tree was a man who had seen twenty-three winters. Nothing about him really stood out. He had a round face with a square jaw and stood at 6ft 3 pale white skin, silver eyes with black hair that hung just past his small ears. For attire, he wore a hybrid of a vest and trench coat. His right arm was covered in a sleeve, his left arm exposed, his well-toned torso also exposed. The coat portion reached to the ground. He also wore a baggy white Gi bottom with black boots. He wore two silver earrings, one on each ear depicting a roaring dragon and a tied dark red headband.

It had a slit running through to my thighs stopping just above my knees, not revealing too much but a bit teasy. It is a Lennon asymmetrical Cowl midi dress and as bad as I don’t want to say it, I love it. It fits perfectly with my extremely long hair held together perfectly in a black scarf. I was not in the mood to wear it down and I was glad I didn’t, this looked so beautiful.