Caitlin Clark Dress Novels & Stories

CLAIRE'S POV When I glanced at my phone and saw it was five minutes before 9, I decided to attend Brad's birthday. It won't do any harm to mingle. The dress I chose was a sleek, black off-shoulder gown that hugged my curves just right and stopped mid-thigh, revealing just enough without trying too hard. I paired it with silver stilettos and dangly diamond earrings. My makeup was subtle but polished—smokey eyes, nude lips, and just a hint of highlighter on my cheekbones. I checked my reflection one last time in the mirror and gave myself a curt nod. “You’ve got this, Claire.”

I couldn't save myself, they're too strong. "What do you want? I'll do anything, the both of you love a good bargain, right?." No response, we were down the stairs in a matter of seconds. Making a deal with them is what led me here in the first place. I should know better but there was no way out. The door opened and Claire's heels clicked, she stopped in her tracks when her eyes fell on us. She was wearing a red dress. If it could be called a dress at all. The top was armless and it was skin tight.

When I turned, I gasped. Clara stood at the bottom of the staircase, wearing a dress that I recognized instantly—it was one of mine. The dress was a deep, rich blue, made of silk that shimmered with every movement. It was a figure-hugging design with a slit up the side. The dress accentuated Clara’s curves and fit her like a glove.

"Count me in as permanent member of the team." "We never didn't count as a member of the house." I remarked gently. "But glad to know that your done going back and forth. Glad to see you on a permanent side." Claire was dressed in causal jeans and comfortable shirt that showed off her true beauty when she wasn't stuffed inside her work uniforms. Her usually kept up hair black hair, had been untangled and washed over her in waves. She still wore no makeup, but it wasn't like she needed it. She was beautiful enough.

It complimented Sierra's figure, showing off her curves. Sierra looked at herself in her vanity mirror and touched her pink tinted cheeks with matching lipstick and minimal makeup. Her hair is cascading down her back in waves. She looked ethereal, like an angel. "I am sure Mr. Woods is going to have a hard time concentrating on his work and keep his hands to himself" Cathy teased, prompting both Sierra and Claire to laugh with mirth. Claire is wearing a navy blue off shoulder dress. The dress is sleeveless leaving her shoulder bare. It hugs her frame till her thighs before flaring down in ruffled waves before touching her toes. Her hair is open and her make up is to the point.

She just didn’t know what to wear. Spread out on the bed before her were two outfits that Polly had found for her. They were both black, but both very different. One of them was a fitted dress made of some material that Caitlin didn’t recognize—whatever it was, it had a sheen to it, and looked like leather. The other was more subdued. It consisted of black, fitted jeans and a light black turtleneck, with black flats to go along with it. Caitlin couldn’t decide if she should be more subdued, or if she should go for the high-gloss, more dramatic look. There was a knocking on the door. Polly.

Meeting the parents? Holly was a bit surprised. She was about to say something when she heard a female voice which was both familiar and unfamiliar. "What a coincidence, Ignacio!" Ignacio and Holly looked up. It was Caitlin. She was standing there with a coy smile. Caitlin wore a black silk slip dress, and her long black curls cascaded over her slender waist, exuding charm and sensuality. However, dressing like this early in the morning gave her a slightly worldly air.

He didn’t even argue, but he looked like he wanted to cry. I had worn my red Katie May Boss Blazer dress, sharp at the shoulders and clean along the waist, the hem kissing mid-thigh like it knew exactly where to stop. Dawn wore a black double-breasted Dolce & Gabbana blazer dress with gold buttons and unapologetic cleavage. We walked into that boardroom like a warning label.

Weeks later... Dance night. -I think that one looks perfect on you," Clara told me. We were in a store looking for our dresses for the ball. I was wearing a long black dress with sparkling stones. It was sleeveless and the neckline made my breasts stand out more. Since I lacked them, I liked it right away. Besides, I wanted something simple and quick. Clara had already chosen her dress, it was a long one in turquoise color. It had no sleeves and the neckline was the same as mine.

Claire shook her head and mumbled to herself, “there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do.” Robyn stretched her neck to look out her office door. “What was that?” “Nothing! Have a good night!” Claire swiftly headed out the door and checked out her reflection in the glass door. You’ve got this! It’s just a first date. She pumped herself up. Her hair was shorter, about shoulder length, and her black pleather leggings clung to her figure, accentuating every curve. She wore a black leather corset over an off the shoulder white ruffle-sleeved top, simple black heels and, as always, her opal pendant and simple diamond stud earrings.