Dress Stories Novels & Stories

Plus, I’d get to meet Mr Rhodes and explore this connection that I felt towards him. I smiled. This was too good to be true. I thought back to my closet and what I could wear when I went to meet Mr Rhodes and nothing in my wardrope made sense. I got up, I had some shoppings to do. I left the office and made my way to my favourite store, Lacy’s Dresses. It was as close to custom made dresses as I could get. Lacy was a talented fashion designer who understood the assignment of racy yet appropriate so her dresses were always my best bets.

I had been so distracted by the mate situation that I really hadn’t paid attention to the dress Cassie was wearing, and I’m a guy with zero fashion sense, so I was already running on a fashion deficit. Thankfully, when I walked into the store, the same red-head that I flirted with before was working. I quickly approached her, and asked if she remembered me. She did –I told you I am a catch—and we started talking about the designer who had designed the dress. I didn’t understand half of what she was telling me, but I did understand that the designer only made a few dresses per year, and they were all one-of-a-kind. The day we were in the store, they only had the one dress that Cassie had

Jax’s cock was visibly straining against his jeans, and his hand slowly rubbed over the thick bulge. Finally, I reached for the garment bag he had brought. The dress inside was stunning but dangerously slutty ; a rich emerald green silk cocktail dress that was much shorter than I expected. The bodice was designed with cups two sizes too small for my 34D breasts, creating an obscene amount of overflowing cleavage. The tight fabric squeezed my heavy tits together and pushed them upward dramatically, making them look even larger and barely contained.

But in the back of my mind, "I'm sorry Lord if I lied, I just heard that story from Anya one of my friends at school." They both smiled and look amazed at what I had said and they were happy to know things like this about me. Finally, they asked permission to come down to help prepare my dinner and will be back to call me once my dinner is ready. I thanked them and as soon as they left my room, I went near my luggage and continued to open it and choose a nice dress to wear before I showed up to the Forgers and their friends. I brought out my five favourite dresses that our personal shopper bought for me. From luxury brands, there is one dress from Dior, three from Chanel and then one from He

I nodded and watched him drive away. I entered the building and settled in the lounge area. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I called Lindsey and asked her to send me the dresses she had available for immediate delivery. She sent fifteen designs. I chose the Red Halter Neckline High Slit Sheath Gown and paired it with Gold Stilettos, putting the company’s address as the receiver.

Thanks to my irresistible charms that the lady guard still allowed me to get inside the mall despite its closing hours. I quickly searched for the ladies’ wear boutique and when I found one, I roamed inside and asked the sales lady to give me five branded undies. I doubted Drey’s size at first but I just told her to give me those who would fit someone with close to 36-24-34 vital statistics. She happily assisted me with a bunch of branded undies with assorted styles and hues, but I just chose those with dark colors. I even asked if those were already washed and ready to wear because I cared for Drey so much that I didn’t want her to attain any infection by using those.

My heart skips a beat as I carefully tear away the wrapping, revealing the dress inside. My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I look at the dress. It’s stunning. The dress is a deep, vibrant shade of red that shimmers under the light. The fabric feels soft and luxurious to the touch, flowing effortlessly in my hands. It’s an off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice that flares out gently, not too dramatic but elegant. The intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and hem is what catches my eye next. Delicate vines and floral patterns are woven into the fabric, giving the dress a regal, almost ethereal feel.

It was obvious Stacey never wore any of the dresses, and it made Aanya wonder why she just kept them aside. “These are your clothes?” “ Yeah, but I don't wear them” “It's pretty, why don't you?” Aanya asked holding up a dress “It's not my style” “Then why did you buy them” “I didn't.” She placed her finger on her forehead and bent her head a little. “Let's drop this and find you a dress, shall we?” Stacey stooped and raised the first dress that her hands could reach, she held it up. A purple handless smokey short dress with a flowery bottom. It was perfect and Aanya stared at it in admiration.

He grabbed his phone and stormed out of the room. Holy shit…what did I just do to myself? I just had a one-night stand with a total stranger. Even without seeing his face. Why did he cover his face? The question hung in the air. A knock startled me. “Come in and stop knocking,” I yelled. A lady stepped in with a suitcase, “I'm Clare, from the Davis designer. I'm here to deliver your dress,” she said calmly, with her head down. Davis designer is the top designer in the UK; they sell high-quality dresses meant for the top COEs. Without their VIP card, one cannot shop at their store.

I went into a shopping mall, I hadn't even gone far when I saw the price tag of one of the dresses, it wore on it a price tag of ten thousand USD Dollars. I was flabbergasted, as the only money in my account is twenty three thousand USD Dollars. I wanted to walk out, but I remembered I was doing this for him. I went to the dress part of the shopping mall, there was this dress that caught my attention. It was a red strapless gown, which had a circular opening at both sides, the front of the dress was a see through, as the only side that was closed was the side of the nipple and the vagina area.