Blink 182 Take Off Your Pants And Jacket Vinyl の小説・ストーリー

He took both glasses and handed TeeCay her Apple Martini. “Okay, let go of my arm and drink up before your claws leave permanent scars.” She let go as instructed, took the drink, and lifted it to her lips, all without tearing her eyes away from the stage. At the same time, the man on stage slipped out of his jeans in one slow, fluid motion. The ladies in the room went wild. He swung his pants in the air like a warrior waving a flag of victory. Behind him, a massive screen lit up, displaying his stage name in bold letters: SHAWN SHADOW. Obviously a name crafted for performance and seduction.

Getting into action was my thing. Blake nodded, rose from his seat, and set his tattooing equipment aside in its case. He took off his apron tossed it over to a chair before walking over to his entrance door, flipping the open sign on the shop to closed. As he turned back toward me, he slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, letting his trousers slide down to his ankles. Now only his black, tight boxer briefs remained from his waist downward. The hard outline of his dick clung to his briefs, promising everything beneath and instantly, I felt my breath hitch.

I tell him as we both leave my room and Dominic's. I am wearing a navy blue elegant jumpsuit with a draped top that is charming yet sophisticated. This all-in-one jumpsuit is featuring a gathered bodice, fitted waist and the wide flowy legs makes me walk like a model in a fashion presentation. But the best part is the back of the jumpsuit which is bare. Lily is wearing a wrap around jersey knot black dress from Mugler, which costs a fortune, and which reveals a large part of her gorgeous body. Michael will go crazy when he sees her!

Vincenzo's POV The mirror reflected my image with an almost mocking clarity. Black trousers, sleek and tailored, hugging my legs just the right amount. The black jacket? Impeccable. It wasn't just a jacket; it was a statement. A smooth, polished statement that screamed power, control, and ambition. Perfect for tonight, or so I thought. The event was close, and I could already hear the music of the Hell Pit party thumping in the distance, reverberating through the walls of the grand estate. Everyone would be there. Everyone important. And more importantly—Lyra would be there.

“Your outfit. It’s a bit plain, don’t you think?” “Oh,” he looked at his plain white hoodie in comparism to the glamorous outfits everyone around him seemed to have on. “I guess.” “Do you mind getting splattered?” he was replied to with a smile. “With paint. Your hoodie’s white so it’ll be gorgeous.” He looked up to see a couple holding different colours of paint buckets and a light brush. They smiled at him in obvious anticipation of his positive answer. “Yes,” Alex nodded, excitedly, surprising himself. “I’d love to.”

He takes a few step back, just looking at me and pinching the bridge of his nose—removing any excess water. I start to feel uncomfortable when I feel my shirt and pants clinging onto my body for dear life so I slowly take my shirt off. Alex raises an eyebrow as I throw the shirt near his and take off my pants afterwards—leaving me in my bra and panties. Lucky enough for me, I'm wearing the same colour. But bad luck enough because I'm wearing black.

JOHN I enjoy making people feel uncomfortable. It’s one of my many hidden talents. Wyatt blushes when she’s embarrassed. It’s almost cute. I brush my long wet hair. There’s a clump stuck in the bristles. I tie half of my hair back to keep it out of my face. Tonight I’m taking my date to a concert. Jeans or leather pants? I pull on a pair of ripped up denim nut huggers. “My ass looks great in these.” The mirror doesn’t lie.

Like that was going to work. He looked like he came out from a bath just now. His hair would dripping wet and looked so soft that she wanted nothing more than to caresses them. He was still in his homely outfit that consist of a track pant and v neck half sleeved T-shirt. She could feel the heat coming out from his body that she felt against her palm now.

He nodded with a small twitch of his lips. I tucked in mine, resigned to the fact that it was all I was going to get and turned back to Hannah who was dusting out two T-shirts; one blue, the other pink. “Got you guys band tees.” She offered me the pink one and I grabbed it, immediately pulling it on over my white tank top. “Here,” she threw the other one to Bryan who caught it with an amused shake of his head. “Do you think we need to get lightsticks too? Will that be too much?” She bit her lip, looking worried.

His hands went down to his belt and took it off, and handed it to me "Wear it or else go home please don't come with me to the gig" “What! Are you really serious? ” I can’t believe him. He smirked at me “Choose?” Because I knew I had nothing against him I moved to the back seat "don't look!" I said he nodded and looked out the window. I took off my jeans and I’m comfortable because I know Aiden’s patrol is hard tinted and no one could see me here. I wore the four-pocket pants he gave me as well as the belt he handed me. I tank in my white shirt underneath these pants. And I look like an e-girls because of the size of these pants.