Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

it buzzed. 8 pm. Victor’s penthouse. Black dress. No panties. Don’t be late. No hello. No question mark. Just an order that made her stomach flip and her thighs press together. She showered again, slow this time, shaving everything smooth like she knew they’d notice. The black dress was simple—sleeveless, fitted, hem hitting mid-thigh. No bra either; the fabric was thin enough that her nipples showed if she moved wrong. She didn’t care. She wanted them to see.

" Monday? As in tomorrow? My stomach lurched as a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. This was it. The opportunity I’d been waiting for. I scrambled off the couch, tossing the blanket aside as I mentally ran through my wardrobe. What does one wear to an interview at a prestigious company? Something professional, polished… something that screamed “hire me!” My gaze fell on the shopping bags the boss had gifted me, still perched by the door where I had left them since I came back. I’d completely forgotten about them. Curiosity piqued, I sifted through the bags, my fingers brushing against luxurious fabrics and designer labels. My jaw dropped as I pulled out a black dress, its simple ele

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.

She gave me a nervous smile. “Miss… Mrs…?” She looked helplessly at Dominic. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said. I turned my head slowly to stare at him. He did not flinch. The maid looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. I took the garment bag from her and unzipped it. And then I actually laughed. It was a dress. A very expensive dress. A very severe dress. A black, high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length dress with sharp tailoring and a waist so precisely cut it looked like it had been designed for a funeral, a coronation, or the world’s most intimidating widow.

The truth is I have no intention of settling in here, Not in this annex building because I didn’t come all this way to stay on the sidelines. At least not for long. A soft exhale leaves me as I turn back to the closet, already reaching for what I need. if tonight goes the way I expect it to then that means “it’s game on” The dress I choose is an elegant but simple black short dress, not too tight and not too slutty. It’s giving this clean boss lady vibes, with its long sleeve and collared neckline, and fancy decorated button like a suit dress and the material is soft and it skims instead of cling.

I just want to be alone. “It’s Yolanda babes… can I come in?” I sighed and called her in. “I have to get you ready,” she smiled. A black dress hung over her arm and on the other hand a bag shaped like a box. I put on the dress. It was a black sateen dress with long sleeves and a skirt that reached down to my ankles. It was tight at the top but the ends of the sleeves were wide. Yolanda sat in front of me powdering my face and putting shimmer on my eyelashes and lipstick on my lips. All these foreign things felt itchy on my skin and my first instinct was to scratch but Yolanda slapped my hand away from my face.

She cleared her voice, preparing herself for whatever character she was about to play. "Come with me." Her boss rolled her eyes. Now that she had her call girl, she was back to her usual bitchy self and not the desperate one Ash witnessed minutes ago. On getting to her office, she pulled out a mistress outfit and a box. An ebony dress with spikes poking at the chest area and raven boots stared at the both of them. A corset to give her an even tinier waist was dumped on her. She quickly grabbed onto them before they hit the floor.

the boss impatiently remarked. Reluctantly, the woman nodded, feeling the weight of their gaze upon her. She turned to face the boss, knowing that others were also watching. She followed his command, pushing the strap of her glittering dress off her shoulders until the fabric cascaded to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but her extra-high heels. “Exquisite,” the man complimented, his dark eyes roaming over her enticing curves and the way her long, dark hair danced in the night breeze. “So beautiful.”

It's a bit overwhelming and unnerving. "Alright, let's leave the leadership talk for another time, for now let's prepare you for your dinner with Alpha Theodore." She said pulling out a black dress from behind her that brought me back from my thoughts. It looked very expensive, yet simple. Like it was meant to be worn for an expensive event, perhaps a gala. It was a heart shaped, boob tube dress that flared at the waist into a few uneven layers of ruffles until where I'd assume to be the knees. Its diamond sequences embroidered from where the matching, gold belt was around the waist. The diamond sequences went unevenly in a pattern until where your hips should be. It was stunning, but intimi

I’m here to make an impression, hopefully a lasting one. “Hello. I’m Miss Blackwood, Calliope Blackwood. I’m here on the request of the company”. She looks at me, not impressed. I mean, I wouldn’t be either. I’m dressed in cheap, but classic office attire. Nothing worth being praised over. Except the necklace I never take off. A small, delicate, pendant with my family crest on it with a small diamond adornment. It came with me from the orphanage, and my adoptive parents never bothered to change my last name to theirs, said my name was probably worth being proud of and they didn’t want to take that right away from me.