Badass Outfits Novels & Stories

I had to admit, I did look pretty good. Charlie ended up in an fitted emerald green off the shoulder shirt that brought out the reddish tone in her hair and a pair of black skinny jeans. When she first started trying on clothes, we were both a bit shocked. and I couldn’t help but agree when Maddy said, “Damn girl, where have you been hiding this hot body?! You gotta dress up more often!” Maddy finally decided on a strapless red bustier (which I’m fairly certain was intended to be worn underneath a shirt instead of as a shirt but she pulls it off) paired with black high waisted short shorts to show off her long legs.

Hopefully his temper isn't as volatile as his sons. Ten minutes later I found a pair of black dress pants and blazer that actually fit me. Being even more daring I didn't put on an under shirt. The blazer dipped low exposing lots of bare skin but still keeping everything that needed to be hidden covered. I took a pair of red heels just to add pop and sexiness to my outfit. Going for the sexy part wasn't usually my thing but it was better than an unflattering ball gown. I walked over to the vanity to add some dark eyeliner and make my bright eyes pop even more, when my mind began to race.

Max ran his eyes on my outfit, feigned a heart attack before grinning big to tell me, " You look hot as fuck, Baby Girl!" " I believe, I am!", I replied haughtily, twisting my curls on the other side haughtily. I wore a sleeveless short gown, exposing my shaved thighs completely to pull out a modest look. Thanks to my mother's money, I managed to buy this designer outfit for myself. I had light make-up today, dark lipstick on my lips to look like a diva in other words a classy bitch.

Clad in expensive looking bodysuits, silk slips, leather corsets, velvet shorts, and some even stark naked under the amber lights that was golden this morning. “Yeah. She’s … pretty.” I turned back around, reserving any comments I had. That was when my eyes landed on her own outfit. Earlier when I had come in she was on a somewhat professional attire— a crisp gray suit. All professional and put together like some real hot shot. But now, she was perfectly rocking a leather body suit with hose. Her hourglass figure on full display, coupled with hand gloves to match. All leather. Instead of a cooperate lady, before me was some sexy badass that I was really starting to be jealous of in my stupid

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

But I wasn’t here for the architecture. Allie’s outfit that night was a masterclass in psychological warfare disguised as fashion. The black jumpsuit hugged every curve like it had been painted on, sleeveless and fitted with a neckline that meant business. Her red lipstick matched her pumps – power colors, the kind that said I belong here and you damn well better believe it. Any fossil in a thousand-dollar suit would take one look and know she wasn’t some trophy wife playing dress-up. Then she turned around. Jesus fucking Christ. The back was pure sin – thin straps holding the whole thing together around her neck and waist, but everything else? Bare skin from her shoulders to the small of he

Finally, the door closes, and I sigh with relief. It's a total bummer. What does my boss want from me? If Dimitri were here, he would assume that I'm seducing the boss when I have no idea how to lead a man on. Fucking nitwit, I curse out loud. ... I'm striding down the hallway wearing a fucking black body dress and a killer badass hat that has a creative short fringe, something that models on a fashion runway wear. Not just that, I'm wearing black long gloves since the dress is strapless and has a deep V-cut over my cleavage.

I grab it off the rack and start wearing it. I got done putting the outfit on. I look like a deadly and sexy dominatrix assassin. A red and black hooded romper with eye cut-outs, a front zipper closure, black shoulder pads, strappy garters with buckle detailing, and a cheeky cut back. To compliment the look, I’m wearing a black leather high heel boots and black leather fingerless gloves. I also have on fishnet stockings. I may not be a succubus, but the way I look and feel, I could please any guy and kill them afterwards. But the outfit is not complete without my bag of toys. So I grab them and leave my closet.

And in addition to that, something which my asshole stalker won’t get offended by the outfit. Thinking of it, I find the best outfit which is perfect. Should I go for this one? It seems fitting, elegant, and not too revealing. I don’t want to give him any ideas. Maybe this will keep him off my back for a while. The outfit is a black knee-length dress with long sleeves, featuring delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves. It’s modest yet stylish, offering a touch of sophistication without drawing unwanted attention. The high neckline and flowing skirt provide ample coverage, ensuring that I feel comfortable and confident throughout the day.

I look to the side to see what my outfit will be. My mouth drops to the floor. It isn't two or three pieces. There are two huge racks loaded with casual clothing. In addition, hanging nearby are accessories like glasses and hats. I put on the first outfit. It is a pair of tight, pale skinny jeans and a linen shirt tied at the waist, as well as the most beautiful combat boots I have ever seen in my life. Marie leads me to position myself in front of the cameras on set.