Huntergirl Dress Novels & Stories

Today, some already made dresses were sent in from Tarry town. They were what we will showcase for the launching. “Liana, do you think I should add this upstairs with the exclusives? It does look like it’ll fit right in,” Hannah walked up to me, hair tied in a messy bun, wearing a giant t shirt, sweat pants and flip flops. She looked like a walking zombie. A pretty one of course. Damn she hasn’t been resting this past week. “Uhm? What do you think?” she shook the dress in her hand. It was the sequence gold dress I had designed last year for my midnight collections. One of my favorites.

I asked flatly. Hunter blinked. “What?” I held up a piece of fabric. “This,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “Is a nightdress.” I pulled out another. “And this? Lingerie.” Another. “Swimsuit.” I tossed the bag aside in frustration. “There’s not a single proper outfit in here!” Hunter looked genuinely confused as he took one of the dresses from my hand. “What’s wrong with it?” I stared at him. “Are you serious?” He tilted his head slightly.

she added. I slowly turned around to make sure I wasn't mistaken. But even before I could turn around completely, someone tapped my shoulder and startled me. "Long time no see, Hunter, I'm glad your here." I looked up and then looked at her. She was wearing a knee-length one-strap dress. Her hair is long with colors. She has thick makeup with red lips and thick eyeliner. "Hailey?" I was nervous to call her name. "How are you, Hunter?" she asked that make all my hair raised and she comes closer to the sibling and set down next to Asher.

The pressure on my back eased, the knots in my shoulders melted away, and for the first time in days, I truly felt pampered. They styled my hair into soft, flowing waves. My makeup was light and glowy, just the way I liked it. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. I looked like the woman I used to be. No… better. Stronger. Softer. Loved. Hunter came into the room just as I was slipping into the dress he picked for the shoot an elegant, pale gold off-shoulder silk gown that hugged my bump like it was made for me.

"Hazel! We're going to visit our dying grandma, not fucking Paris Fashion Week! Dad said if you're not out in the next minute, we're leaving without you!" I groaned, legs still shaky. "Coming!" I turned off the vibrator with trembling fingers, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. My pussy felt empty and raw, still fluttering. I quickly wiped myself down with tissues, but I was still drenched—my folds puffy and glistening. No time for a proper shower. I grabbed the first black dress I saw, a short, tight one that hugged my curves. No bra, no panties. I couldn't waste another second. The fabric clung to my still-sensitive skin, my hard nipples poking obscenely against the thin material. I cro

“Please tell me you at least own a dress.” “Um…” “I’ll take that as a no.” He sighed, shaking his head and putting his phone to his ear. “Preston, I know you just left, but I need you to go on a hunt… No, not for me. For Stick-Girl. She’s a disaster.” “Hey!” Harrison ignored me. “Just pick out a few elegant pieces. I think she’s a size—” He paused, raking his eyes over me. “Great Mother, she’s barely more than a size zero.”

The cashier hands me the 50 thousand dollars cash and we left happily. “Alright,it’s 7pm now,I have to dress up.He just texted me”. I take a quick shower and get dressed,admiring myself in the mirror. The dress was a short,baby-pink and sleeveless with a big bow behind my waist. It was thick pleated from the waist region down to the end which was above my knee. It revealed some parts of my laps and my breasts. I wore a white heel and carried a small bag.My hair was in a bun with two strands in front of my face.Topped everything off with my gold jewelries.

Only one more dress to try on. Mason: Correction, HANGRY Skyler: I'm almost done. I would be faster if you stopped texting me. I pulled the last dress off the hanger. I had high hopes for this one. It was a fitted, gold, mini dress that was covered in tiny little sequins. The best part was that it didn't even come with a zipper. I pulled the stretchy material over my head, giving myself a once-over in the mirror. Oh yeah... this was the one. My phone dinged again.

I couldn't let anyone see it. I waited until she was two steps away. I quickly shifted the dagger into the waistband of my shorts under the dress and whipped my empty hands out in front of me. “See?” I breathed. “Nothing.” Maya stopped. Her frown deepened. She didn't look convinced. She stepped closer and her hand shot out to grab my wrist. She spun me around. I held my breath and prayed that the waistband held a little longer. Her hand patted down my back and stopped just inches above where the hilt dug into my skin. She patted my sides.

Star slipped into the dress and pulled up the zipper and without even looking in the mirror she knew she loved it. The soft netting of the bodice ruched into a deep v-neckline which was sinched with a thin navy blue belt and flowed into an A-line skirt staggard embroidered with light blue-almost white flowers. "It's the one," Star announced and stepped out of the bathroom with a happy smile on her face. "It's… Wow, Star." Donna stared at her with teary eyes and a beaming smile while Mrs. Robin clasped her hands together like a proud mother.