Brooke Monk Lingerie Novels & Stories

It falls to the floor behind her. Sam is in awe of her ministrations and when she finally takes off her robe, he finally sees her in something new. She isn't wearing a teddy today; nope, she is wearing a matching set of a bra and panty. The entire ensemble looks to be laced with scallop edges. Her bra and cheeky underwear do wonders to shape and advertise her desirable body. The bra alone barely contains her 36 DDD breasts and the cheeky underwear shows just enough of her heart-shaped ass. The color is sea foam blue and looks amazing on her. It highlights her pale white body well; it also slightly matches her eyes.

"I learned from the best." She selected three more items—a burgundy silk robe, a cream lace bralette set, and something in emerald green that I refused to look at too closely—before finally declaring us finished. "This should be a good start," she said, surveying the mountain of lingerie the associate was carefully folding into tissue paper. "Of course, you'll want to add more as you go. Variety is important." "Variety," I repeated flatly. "Yes. Keeps things interesting. Keeps Jameson... engaged."

Once they were out, Nathan looked at her, face neutral. “Brooke, meet my twin brother, Noah Bradford. Remember I told you about him? He’s a clothing designer and owns the brand Locus, which is famous for its variety in women’s clothing. He’s working on launching a new bikini line for women.” Nathan motioned for Noah to come forward, “Noah, this is Brooke Johnson.”

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

There was a note on a shopping bag. ‘Miss Brooke, my boss asked me to leave you a note. It’s his request for you. Please choose and wear anything you like. It’s all yours. I hope you like them as I chose some of them, but the boss also picked some too, especially the lingerie. Enjoy your day! - Sally Miller -’

he says, “And show us that beautiful body of yours.” I feel a warm glow in my chest from Maverick’s praise. I pull down the rest of my bodysuit so that I’m wearing just my elaborate one piece lingerie and thigh-high leather boots. Brooks comes up behind me and reaches his hand between my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my folds, wetting his hand with my pussy juice. “Actually, keep this on,” Brooks says as he yanks the thin black ribbon wedged between my ass cheeks, “We can already see everything anyway.”

"The Larson Group has grown claws in the last few years. It’s time we took the first-place title from the main family. We win the show, and Brooke becomes untouchable." As the day of the Haute Couture selection arrived, the air at the Citadel site was thick with the scent of ambition and expensive leather. Brooke had spent every waking hour perfecting her pieces, her resolve hardened by the thorns of the last few weeks. She was ready to show the world that she didn't need a backer—she was the storm itself.

BROOKS The dress was… a mistake. Red, like he asked. But not just any red. It was blood red, second-skin silk, strapless, with a slit that kissed my upper thigh every time I moved. It clung to every curve, hugged my hips, and dipped low enough in front to make even me do a double take in the mirror. My black heels made me a little taller—still not tall enough to match Heath’s looming presence, but tall enough to fake confidence I didn’t feel.

Karen's lips pull down into a frown as she shakes her head, "Once, Tamara shared with me that she thinks Brooke does everything for attention, but we all know this isn't the truth." "I enjoy having Brooke around, she has this personality that instantly makes to feel better, and she is always smiling." Monica looks at Brooke and waves at her when she sees her watching in our direction. Brooke instantly returns her smile and waves at us before passing down drinks to the guys in front of the bar. Excusing myself, I walk to Brooke when she beckons me to her. "Hey, I made this new fruit cocktail." She smiles and places an orange-colored drink in front of me in a cocktail glass.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.