Garterbelt Novels & Stories

“I’m very memorable.” He smiles and steals a glance at Dr. Crawford, who’s standing behind his wife looking bored. I walk past the purses and over to the display of belts the doctor’s wife is looking at. Buying a five-hundred-dollar belt to fit my pregnant belly isn’t something I can rationalize, but I could always buy one for later, right? Anything to try and get Jim an in with the doc. “I have that one,” I say to whom I assume is Mrs. Crawford. She’s holding a black leather belt with gemstones on the logo. “I always get compliments on it.”

"Yes, I have. Why do you ask? Raquel, what will I be facing there?" "That is the thing, my dear Belle Cat," Raquel said somberly. "Truth is, nobody knows but you. It could be anything." The first addition to Abbie's almost complete look was a peculiar belt that had a whip hanger and a small, external pocket. Those nicely set additions fitted on each side of her hips, so her movement and comfort were not compromised, even were still very fashionable. The other was a gun holster harness that Raquel suggested she could use better under the coat but was still up to Abbie.

It was one her mother had given her on her twenty-first birthday. “If you don’t have anything borrowed, I’d love for you to wear this.” Estelle’s eyes widened as she took the bracelet. “No, I don’t. I’d forgotten, actually. Thank you so much.” “I brought you a blue garter.” Jane jumped up to rummage in her purse that lay on a nearby table. “And your gown is new, right?” Serena smiled. “That’s right. And my necklace is old.” Estelle slipped the garter on under the ivory satin. She sucked in a nervous breath as Georgina gave the train a final fluff.

I scoffed at his words and flicked my long brown hair behind my back. “Well, it’s only expected.” I replied. At the same time, a young lady walked up to me. She had a laced garter belt on her waist and a pair of stockings. Her bra tightened around her chest, making her jugs more conspicuous than they were supposed to be. She had a nice body shape and her Asian look made her beauty men would kill for.

"It's very pretty. I think it will go well with the dress, but I'm still missing something old." Haraya raised an eyebrow. "You got something new and something blue already?" Jane flushed, darting her eyes over to me for a brief second before replying, "I-I recently purchased a baby blue garter as something new and blue." My eyes immediately trailed down Jane's body, imagining what she would look like in nothing but that garter. A thin piece of flimsy fabric strapped over her soft thigh with a matching lingerie set... The way I could so tear it right—

she gives me a hug and a wink as she leaves patting Gretchen’s head, who is currently curled up outside my door. I slip into my black silk dress, carefully securing each button and zipper as I go. As I fasten my necklace, I tuck small vials of poison between my breasts for safekeeping. Next comes the garter belt, with three hidden knives nestled inside. I take a few steps to test the weight and, surprisingly, it’s much lighter than I expected. There may actually be a chance that I can run in this outfit, but only time will tell. Thankfully, the heels I chose have foldable heels for an easy escape - a wise decision considering what lies ahead. After all, I wouldn’t want to break my neck while

That belt … it looked like the one Patch said was in evidence at the police station for his mother's death, and the one at Katy's house. Delaney's mouth turned dry, and she tried to fathom the likelihood of more men having the same type of belt. They were common, weren't they? Could Beth use her dad's belt? "Everything okay?" Joey asked. Delaney bit the side of her thumbnail and nodded. "Yeah. I think so—hey, does Gabriel wear belts?" Joey glanced back of her shoulder. "Not that I can remember, why?" "No reason," she said, shutting the closet door behind them. "There was a belt left behind at Katy's house, and there was one in evidence with Patch's mom. I was just curious."

Not like I don’t look good on the other wears have been trying on, but this is just going to be better. I put on the smart long neat black trouser, then have one of the maids go around me inputting a black belt that has a big H designed on it, it was freshly removed from a small carton that had the word “Hermes” scripted on it. I took the belt from her buckling it myself.

Her fair skin was smooth and soft, her eyes bright, and her lips red. “Something blue,” Kelly said, showing her the blue garter. “Now pull your skirt up so I can put this around your thigh.” Alex bit her lip and did as she was told. With the garter in place, Beth came up to her and said, “Something borrowed.” She held a lovely ruby necklace in front of Alex. Alex stared at the masterpiece. “Oh my, that looks really expensive. It’s an antique? Don’t you think it’s, err—”

"The white." She slides it aside. "Then not that." She holds up the black set—delicate lace bra with embroidered petals, panties that are more air than fabric, garter belt that looks like the sexiest weapon of mass destruction. "This. It's not just for him. It's for you. If you feel powerful underneath, you'll carry it outside." I take the box with shaking hands and disappear into the bathroom. The garter belt is an ordeal—I've never worn one—and the stockings are so fine I'm terrified of ripping them. But when I finally look in the mirror, I freeze.