روايات وقصص ضمن Dress Tease

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.

“How much do these cost?” He gave me a smile. “Alpha Derek has already taken care of everything. That includes your accessories, as well as a personal hairstylist and makeup artist who will go home with you right away before the dress arrives.” I stopped in front of a dress that looked like it belonged in a museum. It was sleeveless, spun in soft gold threads, cut low at the back, dipped to the curve of the spine. Every inch shimmered like it was alive. “This one,” I said. “Don’t change anything.”

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.

"Well, I'll get this packaged for you. It's time for you to get ready for your outing. It's seven already." Skylar peeled herself away from me. "Seven? We do not have time! The Seductress opens soon, and if we want to get the good spots, we need to leave now." She led the way out of the lingerie room to the room I arrived at when we first got here, and two dresses were waiting for us. Skylar handed over the red dress to me while she began stripping to wear the black one. the red dress was a low neck dress and strap hands, and it looked like it could barely reach my mid thigh. A pair of shoes and a bag waited beside it, and I felt fear crawl into me.

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.