Daphne Blake Outfits Novels & Stories

DAPHNE STARED at herself in the mirror. Her lips twitched before she glanced at her backside to check if her outfit looked awkward. She even tried walking, but it felt uncomfortable. Luckily, there was a cover-up included. Otherwise, her backside would be too exposed. She froze when she heard a series of knocks, followed by BK’s voice. “Just a second!” she shouted, hastily taking off the swimsuit she had tried on. She swallowed hard when she opened the door to find BK, freshly showered and looking like he was about to go somewhere.

Standing near a mirrored shelf, holding a perfume bottle like a trophy, was Daphne, surrounded with two hefty looking men - bodyguards. Of course, she had to demand attention everywhere. The world seemed to pause. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, red lips curved in something between pride and satisfaction. She wore a fitted black dress that announced every curve without apology. It stated to the men: ‘Look at what you can never have.’ Rosa could clearly see men drooling at her. She scoffed. But when she turned her head to her direction, Rosa's breath hitched. No, she should be calm. She wouldn't be able to recognize her in this outfit. She was in a disguise.

Or urge my hands to knock. So I stood frozen for minutes, listening to the faint sound of movement inside. My pulse was uncomfortably loud in my ears. And when I would finally muster the courage to reach fit the door knob. It twisted before I could touch it. The door opened. And I was met with a very shocked Daphne who was clad in a skimpy satin dress, with her hair let loose? I wonder how those luscious locks would feel in my hands.The thought hit me so sharply that I almost lost focus.

she said happily. The makeup artist grabbed her shoulder and led her closer to Jacob. "Are you ready?" Daphne nodded. But she was stunned when she saw Jacob leaning on the sofa while his eyes closed. She scowled. He seemed to be dozing off on the sofa. Daphne gazed at his appealing face, which gave off the impression of a gentle and innocent man. "Sir, Sir!" the make-up artist murmured. Jacob moved a little. He opened his eyes slowly and couldn't help but stare at her, as if her face had a magnet that he didn't want to take his eyes off of. She was wearing a brown dress and makeup but she looks classy and beautiful.

said Daphne. Daphne went to the walk-in closet and wore only pants and a white shirt. When she finished getting dressed, she ran into Treyton who was also in a suit, which made her frown. "Are you leaving too? I thought you didn't have a schedule today?" "Yeah, nothing, but Daddy called me. I'm selling it on a site that he bought himself." "Oh, okay."

My wide eyes swinging up to the reflection of the mirror, where I saw her. Daphne. She looked like a nightmare version of the woman I knew. Her perfect blonde hair was matted and greasy, sticking to her forehead in clumps. Her makeup was smeared, black mascara trailing down her cheeks like spider legs. She wasn't wearing her usual designer clothes, she was in a rumpled silk dress that looked like she’d slept in it for days. Her eyes were bloodshot and wide, glowing with a frantic, crazed light that made the hair on my arms stand up. She slowly began to advance closer to me, her heels clicking aggressively on the tiles.

"You are. Without a doubt. Since you feel uncomfortable with the clothes, pull them off... I will look for another." "But you like this one, Daphne," I said, touching it. "Not anymore." She said, searching through her closet for a better one. All her clothes were party gowns. Designers from different brands. Her home dresses were only but a few. Luckily, she found one. Her newest casual collection. "Check this one out." I took it, switching over to it as she continued. "What's not to like about you? You're nice, outspoken and gorgeous. I like to be friends with beautiful ladies since I'm one myself." She meowed, saying proudly.

Every shift of her hips reminded her of the weekend, of Elise’s mouth, her fingers, the way the harness had filled her completely. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it and saw the text from her mother downstairs. *Breakfast is ready. Don’t forget about school.* Daphne typed back a quick *Coming* and forced herself out of bed. In the bathroom mirror, small marks bloomed on her neck and collarbone. She touched one gently and felt heat rush between her legs again. She chose her uniform carefully. The pleated skirt that fell just above the knee. No panties.