Dress Tease Novels & Stories

The tiny zipper clutching her cleavage doesn’t exactly whisper for attention — it screams. Without thinking, I blurt, “What kind of dick-teaser dress is that?” Thalia, ever the encyclopedia of sass, swivels in her chair to face the door, her eyes lighting up brighter than fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Oh, honey, that’s a zipper-front, long-sleeved, ribbed knit mini bodycon dress over black leggings,” she rattles off, laughter bubbling through her voice. “Which, judging by the drool pooling at your chin, it’s clearly doing a number on your, uh, sexual organ.”

TANIA I smoothed my clammy palms down the silky material of the black dress I wore. It fitted my figure like a second skin with a low-cut front starting from thin spaghetti straps. The back of the dress was left open, hitched right above my tailbone while the skirt flowed elegantly to the ground. Two thigh-high slits gave the dress an extra bit of spice while also making the material breathable and easy to walk in. It was a gorgeous dress that shimmered each time it caught and held the light thanks to the soft material.

In the end, I end up getting three dresses. One of them is the actual one I’ll wear to the gala—a floor-length column dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and adorable off-the-shoulder bows. It’s sleek, modern, and just sexy enough to be appropriate for me to wear as the event coordinator and host.

And somehow safer than actually speaking to each other. The night of the gala arrived with the inevitability of a storm you've been watching approach for days. Claire had sent over a gown—blood red silk that clung to every curve before flowing into a dramatic train. It was beautiful. Armor disguised as elegance. I dressed mechanically, each movement practiced and empty. Foundation to hide the shadows under my eyes. Mascara to make me look alive. Lipstick the exact shade of the dress, like I was painting on courage. The woman in the mirror looked flawless, untouchable. Nothing like the girl who'd cried herself to sleep three nights running over a man who wasn't even really hers.

I laugh following behind her. “Yes but you can try on some, wear some for future dates with Alex, I don’t want to say this because he’s my brother of course” she gulps a disgusted look on her face. “But this will blow his mind” She pulls out a red skimpy dress, the top is made of straps that go across only one hand, the waist is a corset and will accentuate any curves, and the bottom of the Dress is short and tight. I lick my bottom lip, “I can’t wear this” I whisper to myself holding the material in my hand.

I crossed my arms on my chest, pouting like a child. “Alice, you and I had an agreement. Let me do my part. Plus, you should be happy you have someone willing to help you with this.” Tina plopped on the other side of the bed, leaving the dress between us. “Put it on.” I sighed and turned my eyes towards the clothing. It was a crimson colored short dress with no sleeves and a neckline, barely covering the breasts of the person wearing it. I slid my hand on the silky fabric and my lips slightly lifted on the edges, as my fingers enjoyed the feeling.

With money being so tight, shopping for clothes that I'd rarely wear isn't high on my priority list. Tess rummaged through her wardrobe and pulled out a red, strapless, knee length dress that she handed to me. “This is perfect,” she says as I hold the dress up against my body. “I don't know, you don't think it's a little too much for Shennanigans?” I ask. The bar is aimed at struggling uni students looking for cheap drinks and this dress is pretty formal. “No, you need to show that man what he's missing out on,” Tess advises.

she teased, taking the dress from his hands. Cassian had chosen a stylish, yet playful outfit for Hailey. The dress was a short, cute skirt that flared out slightly, ending just above her knees. It had a soft, pastel color with delicate floral patterns, perfect for a casual yet charming dinner look. The sleeveless top had a sweetheart neckline, which added a subtle hint of elegance to her outfit. Paired with it were flat sandals, designed with straps that wrapped delicately around her calves, giving a relaxed but chic vibe.

she said with energy, but I wanted to just shrink away from her because I wasn't too excited about seeing the dress. "And this," she breathed out as though this was the moment she was waiting for when we entered the room, "is your dress. What do you think?" My eyes widened as I looked at the dress that was put on a mannequin, letting me see what it would look like on me. It was a long sleeved lace trumpet styled dress, covered in crystals and jewels that the sun was reflecting off of. It had a deep plunging neckline and a slit that reached mid-thigh. It was a masterpiece, "oh my god," I said genuinely surprised and blown away, "it looks...I've never seen anything like this before."

If push comes to shove, they can all wear distinctive dresses as long as they are close—anything to keep the peace. Tenley emerges from the dressing room a few minutes later, looking beautiful as always. The vibrant turquoise dress she adorns is captivating for sure. As she twirls, the fabric dances in sync with her movements, creating a mesmerizing sight. Emphasizing her slender frame, the off-the-shoulder design showcases a daring slit on the right side, revealing a glimpse of her toned leg from mid-thigh to ankle. The dress is a perfect match for her. “That dress looks absolutely stunning on you, Tenley. I love the color and everything,” I said, smiling. “I don’t think you’ll need to worr