Clueless Amber Outfits Novels & Stories

, she cursed at him and swung his hand off before walking to her room angrily “Why would she love someone like him? Are men of lower standard her kink? Why will she stoop so low?”, he muttered to himself as he walked to his room. **** Amber woke up the following morning and dressed up for work in a wine skirt and white shirt with a long rope at the neck which she fixed into a bow tie. She checked her bag to see if she hadn't forgotten anything to avoid issues like the last time and finally stepped into the sitting room, so she could leave for work.

The sound of footsteps descending the staircase caught their attention mid-laugh, cutting the sound short in an instant. They turned toward the stairs and froze. Amber was descending majestically, one gloved hand trailing lightly along the polished banister. She wore a deep emerald gown that clung close through the bodice before falling in one smooth, unbroken sweep to the floor. A single strand of pearls sat cool against her throat, simple and understated, and somehow more striking for it than anything gaudier could ever have managed. Her hair was swept back from her face, a few loose strands framing her cheekbones, and there was a stillness to her expression that hadn't been there the day

she announced. “Give me a second,” Amber replied, rubbing her nose. Once the artist left, Amber took off her wet bra and panties and sorted through the clothing rack. Among the hangers, she spotted the pink dress from earlier. She ignored it, going instead for a white floral gown—plain and comfy. She stepped out and saw Alpha Mason walking toward her. “I... I want to go home,” she said quietly. “I know. Come with me,” he replied and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking ahead.

"And here I thought you forgot your old pal after all the fun we've had together." Amber's smile on her face grew as she spoke, but her eyes were serious and alert. She was wearing a sleeveless white dress shirt, but it wasn't buttoned and it was open enough for her ample cleavage to be shown. On top of her shirt was a black vest, but it was unbuttoned as well and her curvy waist was visible. Her hips were hugged by black leather shorts and her long legs were covered with knee high leather boots, with black stockings underneath and her long red hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, with some strands of hair falling on the sides of her face and in front of her ears.

Friday evening when Amber got home, she was checking through her wardrobe for anything presentable she could wear, the fundraiser was by 8pm and she had nothing to wear, Todd had said he’ll take care of it but she hasn’t seen anything, she was frustrated and sat on the bed with a thud when her door bell rang, she ran out to see who it was, she peeped out through the door viewer, a delivery guy was standing there with a big box in his hand, Amber quickly opened the door and the guy said “Delivery for Amber Curt" “am Amber" she responded and the guy gave the box to her and asked her to sign, she did and went back in with the box, when she opened it, she brought out a long black gown, the gown

was all Amber could say as she dug her teeth into the second donut she was holding. "How are you?" Taylor said, still standing on her feet. "Pweedy ghudd" she heard Amber say with her mouth full. "Oh well,you do look healthy and with that can we leave I don't want to hang around anymore" When Amber heard that she got to her feet as she picked up her small purse that had just her phone and credit card in it,she had on a blue free summer dress that was light as a feather and felt incredible soft on her skin,it was sleeved and had a little turtle neck going on as she tried to cover up her fading hickeys, Amber was lucky the sun had gone in since it was almost evening and there was enough breeze

“Sure.” It was not long before it did, and Linda answered it. Isabella heard some introductions and some familiarity between them before her door opened. Amber popped in, and Isabella’s jaw just about hit the floor. Amber had her hair down and was wearing a very tight short knit green dress with her hose and heels. It left nothing to the imagination because it was so form-fitting. She tried to look elsewhere, but it was difficult. Amber turned around to show it off before handing her a bag. “These are for you to keep. I insist.” Isabella chose the purple dress and put on the shoes. “My aunt will love this. Do you know her?”

Amber giggled mischievously as she hid behind the curtain, trying to avoid getting hit by her big sister. “So sly. Get the hell outta here. I'll see you and Tina in the dining room in an hour.” “You need just one hour to prep for the day?! Damn, I envy you.” A mischievous smile spread across Reina's face as she watched her younger sister, Amber, dressed to the nines. Silver knee-high boots adorned her feet, complementing her blue jean mini skirt and black tank top. Her luscious amber curls fell effortlessly around her pretty face, creating a stunning aura.

It wasn’t the worst sexual encounter she’d ever had by any means, but it left much to be desired that was for damn sure. Amber showered and decided to make an effort, as she didn’t want to embarrass Leo by giving off that homeless vibe. She blew dry her hair, gave it a bit of volume, and dressed tastefully in a light cashmere sweater dress. She completed her look with leggings, boots, and a touch of classy makeup. The kind that hinted at barely there rather than screamed desperation and self-hatred. It was officially fall now anyway, so bring on the fucking boots and pumpkin spice shit.

Helena turned her head childishly with her chin raised. The next token number was 21; Amber came wearing the same dress as Lara but again, there was no comparison. She wore it with a simple silver chain with a mother of pearl locket. The necklace was too common. No one bid. The dress went for a price again a few hundred lower than Irene’s design.