Intermission Outfit Novels & Stories

Great to see after hours of staring at swatches, nearly making me cross-eyed. I am standing between Ajax and Aries as we welcome the pack, in a lemon floor-length fishtail dress with wide, ruched straps the bust has a deep dip nearly to my naval and beads adorn the top and scatter elegantly as they get to my waist, the light bounces off them as I walk. Ajax and Aries look as handsome as ever in navy-fitted suits with lemon shirts and navy ties and lemon pocket squares topped off with brown formal shoes. These hunks are what wet dreams are made of and they're all mine.

By late morning, Elias had been fed and napped again, his warm little body nestled in Mary’s arms as she hummed to him. I slipped into my walk-in closet, standing before the rows of luxurious clothing. Today, I had a seminar to attend, something that had been scheduled weeks ago, but my mind was far from business. Still, I dressed with care. I slid into a silken cream blouse, its delicate lace trim brushing my collarbone, paired with tailored high-waist cigarette pants in a muted blush tone. The outfit was soft yet intimidating, perfect for someone who needed to look like she had her life together.

A bit of stiffness in the seams kept the gown closed or opened, depending on the magnets, most of the time. The designer also provided two "modesty" shields for the wearer that covered the crotch, and just the crotch. Imagine a dildo and a butt plug next to each other, about as far apart as they are for a particular person, at angles pointed inward. Then imagine a piece of flat soft plastic, the same size and shape to the crotch of a skimpy bikini, attached to the two penetrators, connecting them, and held in place by them. That piece of flat plastic extends and curves, so it covers the slit forward and back, but just the slit, like the smallest bikini bottom but without the side strings or

They were an even better marketing plan than the store's own fashion show! "The two of you must be soulmates! How did you manage to pick out a couple's outfit?" Sean exclaimed. "What couple's outfit? I just grabbed whatever I saw. I'm going to get a different color right now!" Naomi pouted her lips in irritation. It was too big of a coincidence to be true! She was about to make her way up the stairs when one of the salespeople spoke up. "Miss, I'm sorry, but that's a limited edition piece. It's the only one we have left."

"Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I have a backup that's meaner." I unzip the bag right there in the loading zone and the black fabric catches the afternoon light like oil on water. It's a slip dress, silk charmeuse, cut so simple it's almost cruel — thin straps, a neckline that plunges to the sternum, a hem that won't cover much. I hold it up and feel my pulse thicken. "Sasha. This is —"

"That's one way to put it. But hey, at least we're never boring, right?" As I continue chatting with Caroline, my eyes wander towards the entrance of the hall, and that's when I see him—Spencer Hayes. He's wearing a backless Suit that's both elegant and daring, showcasing his toned physique. The outfit doesn't seem too feminine, but it's undoubtedly sexy as hell. It complements his confident stride and fluid movements perfectly.

The thick fabric whispered against my legs every time I took a small step, and the tiny sequins caught the overhead lights like scattered stars. ​"Obviously, it's to help your daughter," Marl said matter-of-factly, sitting back with his ankles crossed. He shook his head at the outfit I was currently wearing and picked up another dress from the rack beside him, holding it out toward me. His expression was patient, slightly amused, as if he was enjoying this whole process far more than he should be. He had already dismissed several outfits with a simple wave of his hand, his eyes scanning each piece with the practiced look of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

"Fine! I won't wear it. I'll do as you say. But if not the red dress, what do we wear?" Exactly my question. What do we wear? I didn't get any decent dress before coming to the Institutes. Neither did any of them. We were in such a hurry that only a few cloaks and capes were packed with a few black and white gowns. And three nightgowns. My wardrobe collection is a mess. "The dress theme is red and white. We can wear either of them." Catty replied. "White? You have white as well? We were just told red!" Melissa sighed in frustration. I don't know if she was lying just to wear the red frock Jonathan had given her. Or was she actually telling the truth? Who knows, she is a tricky girl!

It all felt so surreal that Caleb could hardly believe it. In the evening, Timothy donned a white casual outfit. Standing before the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. He couldn't help but frown. "Are there no other casual clothes available?" "Mr. Barrett, since we all packed suits this time, there aren't any other casual options. This outfit was purchased at the Xanier Island Mall. There weren't many choices, but it's a popular style and sells well." "Tim, you look great in that white casual outfit. It gives you a youthful vibe, like a college student," Caleb remarked.

Why does it feel ominous? “While at the Pack, I reconnected with some friends and invited them over. I also invited a few people from the Pack and they’ll be arriving soon for a small get together. I want you to dress up and entertain my guests. Thus, I’ve prepared the appropriate attire for you.” She says and the maid flips off the cloth covering the platter. She presents it to me and my blood grows cold. They’re exotic clothes. A red belly dancing costume consisting of a rhinestone studded bralette and a sheer lace long skirt with slits on both sides. The outfit is so see-through that it’ll leave nothing to the imagination. And she wants me to wear it and…….