Intermission Outfit Novels & Stories

The lobby of Auralink Systems buzzed with its usual quiet efficiency, but the moment Cassienne Tremont stepped through the revolving doors, something shifted. Conversations paused. And heads turned. The staff members who had been walking quickly through the hall slowed down almost instinctively. Cassienne noticed the attention, but she kept her composure. Her steps were steady, her posture straight, her expression calm. She had chosen a simple but elegant outfit for her return—a cream blouse tucked neatly into a charcoal pencil skirt. Her hair was tied in a smooth ponytail, and her makeup was light, giving her face a natural glow.

“Who knew sportswear could be this sexy? No wonder she’s aiming to become a big star.” “The craftsmanship of this outfit is superb, and the materials are exceptional. It must be quite expensive.” “This is clearly an international luxury brand. It’s just different when you wear something like this.” “I found out that this is the latest tennis outfit from the top-tier international sportswear brand, Amagus. No wonder it looks so trendy.” “That’s right. This new collection costs thousands!” Hearing all the praise, Cynthia felt even more pleased with herself and showcased her outfit with satisfaction. Fanny approached Cynthia and disdainfully pointed at Isabella.

It seemed like a perfect choice for a romantic evening. The second option was a combination of a well-fitted pair of jeans and a trendy blouse. The jeans had a slightly distressed look, adding a touch of edginess to the overall outfit. The blouse had a vibrant floral print, giving it a lively and youthful vibe. Fiona thought this outfit would be ideal for a relaxed and comfortable outing, perhaps for a casual dinner or a stroll in the park.

She looked around. Rows of neatly arranged men’s dress shirts and suits hung precisely, forming a meticulous display. The glass drawer displayed an impressive collection of watches. The next drawer showcased a spectrum of neckties in various styles. Below rested a selection of sunglasses. Finally, the bottom drawer held an assortment of men’s underwear. Kelsey blushed and looked away. A sudden beep came on. The wall next to her slid open. All Kelsey saw were rows of women’s clothing. Givenchy, Burberry, and Giorgio Armani outfits, and more, lined the racks.

"What is this?" "A temptress outfit." She beams with pride as she selects her own outfit. A mini see-through mesh dress that's opened at the bust area. She pairs it with a knee-length boot. "You're forgetting I'm married." She groans, stomping her feet against the floor like a child. "No. You're married to a man who’s currently balls-deep in his boyfriend. I remember." "What about playing along?" I asked desperately, looking for any excuse possible to stop me from wearing this... In public. "Someone... Could see and... Recognize me." I stutter with a shrug. "It could risk a scandal."

Every passing second seemed to echo in the room, building the suspense of her delayed appearance. When Emma finally emerged, the atmosphere shifted. The morning sunlight danced on her figure, highlighting the meticulous details of her attire. The black skinny jeans clung to her curves with precision, creating a silhouette that was both tantalising and irresistible. The sleeveless black turtleneck showcased her slender arms, and every movement she made seemed to be choreographed, a mesmerising dance of grace and allure.

"There’ll be better-looking guys tonight." I settle on a nude sequin dress. It’s short, falling just below my butt, with a deep neckline plunging to my midriff. No way I can wear a bra with this, so I skip it, deciding to show some skin. Esme picks a similar dress, but in black. Hers has spaghetti straps and a much higher neckline. She’s 27, a year younger than Mason, but she could easily pass for younger, which is why she blends in so well with my friends.

Renée asked curiously. “Oh those, we have those kinds of outfits specially customized and shipped over and if you haven't noticed, I have magic fingers when it comes to fashion so my outfits are one of a kind. No one else has it. And besides the gowns here are dull, boring and hideous to the sight”. She rolled her eyes and yawned for extra emphasis in the end. “Are you hungry?” Renée patted her belly. “Cause I am” “Come on, just one last stop before we have lunch”. She half drags Renée to the next section. Victoria Secrets. As the guards made a move to enter, one of the attendants stops them.

"What do you think about this dress?" Rose held up a blue sequin dress with a lot of cut outs at the stomach area. Rose turned the dress around so Tiffany could get a good look at the back of the dress. It had a really low back and it was short. Rose didn't let Tiffany speak before she tossed it to the large pile on the floor just across thier wardrobe beside their work table. "It's too revealing. It's dinner not a strip club." Rose muttered to herself, going into her side of the wardrobe and continuing her search for a nice outfit.

Maddie attracted a large share of the girls present as they asked questions about her gown and how much it would cost to buy one like it. "I feel like the Maytag repairman here," complained Mitchell as he wandered around sipping on a soft drink. He was wearing board shorts and shirt that looked quite sharp and matched Christine's bikini nicely. That fact seemed to go largely unnoticed. Both Christine and Hailey were doing a great job of promoting the swimwear line. They smiled and turned to strike a pose whenever someone requested it.