Jordan Belfort Costume Novels & Stories

“You look ravishing yourself." Jordan is wearing a tailored black tuxedo that emphasises his tall and athletic build. The jacket fits him impeccably, and the satin lapels caught the light, adding a touch of brilliance to his overall look. Under the jacket, he wore a crisp white dress shirt, its pleats pristine and its cuffs fastened with elegant cufflinks. To complete the ensemble, Jordan has on a black bow tie that perfectly matches the shade of my dress. His trousers were breaking just right at the ankle of his well-polished black shoes. He looks simply dashing, a pictorial representation of every woman's dream. “We’re here,”

Darryl tossed the mustache to the ground and looked around. The fortune-teller was nervous. “Sir, this is too much. Can’t I have a fake mustache?” “Is there a rule that fortune-tellers cannot have fake mustaches?” “He just can’t let this go, can’t he?” Darryl maintained a cold smile and tore the fortune-teller’s clothes wordlessly. Tear! The robe was torn off, and his clothing inside was revealed. The crowd laughed when they saw what he wore on the inside. What a vogue fortune-teller! He wore a Nike jacket and a pair of Adidas track pants.

Before Jordan returned with a glass of water and pills, Lu had already bathed and dressed Alita. He did make sure to wear her jean trousers and a big top, every part of her body was covered so Jordan wouldn't get to see much of her. "You look nice" Jordan compliment Lu. His lazy eyes were all over Lu, who was dressed in navy blue trousers and a matching shirt, the blazers sat on his bed next to Alita as he fumbled with his wrist buttons.

He pulled out a box of matches and began lighting the torches. Jared soon waltzed into the room carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvre. He was dressed the same as his brothers and his hair was spiked up. "Urgh don't you hate it when mom dresses us all up the same," he droned sarcastically. "I'm totally wearing it better though." Elias grinned straightening up his jacket. "You fat ape you wish." Jordan looked down at the suit he was wearing. "Your fat ass looks like it's going to bust out those pants."

She caressed the arm of her silky deep green dress. "Jordan picked your outfit?" "Yes. He always has and even though I've told him countless times to stop he wouldn't budge. We've been friends since college and he just can't help but buy me gifts sometimes." It was obvious to me that she was gloating but i didn't want to conclude. "Where is Jordan?" I asked, changing the dress topic. She looked around "oh there he is" she pointed at the stage as Jordan took the mic. All the while through Jordan's speech, i couldn't overlook the fact that the dress Jordan had picked for Belcarlis was very sexy. It had the same plunging neckline as mine and double thigh-high slit. It made me draw up questions

She relaxed and let go of her doubts. “You look great in this.” Jasmine had already changed into a black gown. “You like blue, so you can wear the blue one.” Jordan changed into the dress, and it fit perfectly. A light blue trailing gown with a sparkling diamond-like sheen as the skirt flowed. The thin straps highlighted her smooth collarbones and long, beautiful neck. “Wow.” Jasmine circled around Jordan. “It’s like it was tailor-made for you.” Jordan casually put her hair up and fixed it with a hairpin.

"We leave in twenty minutes. If she doesn't look like a Hart's asset, don't bother sending her out." I was whisked away to my room, poked and prodded as they cinched me into a charcoal-colored power suit that hugged every curve I’d spent years trying to hide. They did my makeup with clinical efficiency, sharpening my features until I looked like someone I didn't recognize. When I walked back out into the living area, the conversation stopped. Damon was back, now dressed in a black button-down, leaning against the wall. His eyes darkened as they swept over me lingering on my exposed cleavages. Theo let out a low, appreciative whistle.

Honestly it could be worse, but then again, as far as I am aware and as far as Jordan made me aware, this is the best that any person without a status has done at one of these parties, yet again he might just be saying that to be nice. The bar tender put my drink on the counter and suddenly an aroma of wood and oud filled the air, an arm brushed past mine as a tall blonde figure sat down next to me. Looking over at him, he was dressed in a well-crafted dark black suit, with an expensive cotton blend black unbuttoned dress shirt to match. Silver watch on the right wrist and just under it, silver monogrammed cuff links peaking from under this blazer sleeve.

The following morning, within the heart of the formidable Gambino empire, Alejandro strode confidently towards the heavily guarded entrance of the state-of-the-art computer lab, with his loyal enforcer, Bruno, dutifully trailing in his wake. Alejandro's attire was a striking white tailored suit, perfectly complemented by a pristine pair of white shoes. Around his neck hung a gold chain, meticulously engraved with the name "Jandro." His fingers boasted an array of opulent gold rings, and upon his left wrist, a dazzling customized diamond wristwatch accentuated his opulence.

He wore the training gear; his knives sheathed to his thigh. “We’re they discussing your impending doom.” Balor laughed as he stepped around Damon. He was wearing a loose white tunic, jeans, and dress shoes. I arched my brow at his outfit. “Of course they were.” I sighed. “Why are you dressed so differently today,” I asked, his face brightened with excitement before he spoke.