Kira Dress Novels & Stories

She said and Kira burst into laughter. She was wearing a blue corporate bodycon dress that stopped at her knees. It had a small slit on the side that showed a little skin, adding just enough sexiness to the outfit. Her hair was pulled into a chignon at the back of her head and her smile was another addition to the beauty she represented. "Tess, nobody gets a promotion because of the way they dress! It's about brain power!" Kira laughed as she ordered her cab through her phone. "Oh, please, we both know you have plenty of those. You are a perfect baby girl and besides, I don't want to be a chicken! You are getting that promotion." Tess insisted.

Things like this could never end well. Hearing the knock at the door, I jump from the couch and head to the door excitedly. Oh holy fuck! Breathe just breathe, and don't dare start drooling, even if this sight is mouth watering. Kiara is wearing a fairly short, pale golden dress in a wrap dress style. The middle between her thighs, where the two layers cross, is cut out a little more than the rest and that cleavage...... I'm in heaven and hell at the same time.

LAMIA I was sitting perched on the toilet in my bathroom, while Kira was adding some curls to my hair. We were getting ready for the party. I wasn’t really one for dresses, but Kira had insisted I buy the grey wool skirt that came above my knees and the forest green three-quarter length top with a deep v-neck. The neckline was decorated with tiny jewels, enhancing my perky breasts. She made me wear my knee-high black boots again and lent me a gold necklace with green jewels and matching gold earrings.

Kira came out of her car which was opened wide for her, her black boot heels hitting the wet asphalt before standing upright. She looked around the quiet area as she stood beneath the open twilight sky, her hips jutted out in a sexy, seductive pose, looking so high and mighty with her slim, hourglass figure which she was proud of. It was gloomy. She breathed in as the crisp night air passed by her which she felt due to the light cloth she was wearing. A black crop top, a black leather skirt, and knee-length boots.

Wiped her down gently with a warm towel, fed her small bites of fruit and cheese from the tray I’d had brought in earlier…watching her lips close around each piece with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Thirty minutes ago I’d mind-linked Victoria for a fresh dress…she’d slipped it through the door without a word, smirking like she knew exactly what we’d been doing. Now I helped Kira into it…soft midnight-blue silk that clung to every curve like liquid shadow. The neckline dipped low enough to show the fresh bruises I’d left along her collarbone, the hem brushing mid-thigh. Watching her smooth the fabric over her hips nearly undid me again. My cock twitched, already half-hard just fr

I was literally dressed to kill and my mother really out did herself. I sat in front of the dressing mirror in me and my mate’s room trying to calm my raging nerves. I had just finished applying mascara on my eye lid and a rouge red lipstick when Kiara walked in with a small smile on her face. She was dressed in a sheer crème dress that flowed from under her breast to her feet. With slits at each side and her hair in bouncy curls. Her dress though was sleeveless which put the tattoos on her arms out on display too. We had a few matching tattoos. I got the view of the back of her dress when she turned to close and lock the door behind.

Kiera finalized after some seconds. “Yay!” Iris managed to exclaim before pushing Kiera towards the bathroom. “Go wash up while I pick out something lovely for you to wear.” Saying this, she was already diving into Kiera's closet. After some moments of rummaging, she pulled out a pink and blue sequined dress, her grin widening. "Perfect! You're wearing this!" Kiera hesitated, memories associated with the dress flooding back. "Iris, that's the same dress I used to have. I... I don’t feel comfortable."

Had it been anyone else, the person would’ve gotten his fit of warning. I looked at Arda to find him nodding at the door for me making me frown in confusion. Following his gaze, my eyes widened when I saw Kiara walking out of the house wearing a short black dress. It was tight around her body, hugging it perfectly. The dress was strapped, however, it exposed just enough of her chest to make any man drool at her feet. Her hair was pulled into neater curls, and she wore light makeup which made her skin glow. She smiled at me and nodded at my siblings who smiled. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I needed to add a few touch ups”

Lucky for him, I’m too focused on the type of dress I should buy to care. After an evening of shopping in the women’s section long enough for the saleswoman to give me questioning looks, I finally find the best dress for Kira. Deep blue with a plunging back and spaghetti straps. She would look perfect in this, of course she would. But again, Kira would wear a sack and still look phenomenal. I send the dress to her apartment with an invitation to the banquet and let out a breath of relief. Finally, after a week of restlessness, I will be able to catch adequate sleep.

They glared at each other. “Fine,” Kira said. “Compromise. You wear a nice dress…not this one—and I won’t tell everyone about the time you tripped over your own feet and face-planted into a training dummy.” “That was ONE TIME and the dummy was in a stupid place—” “Do we have a deal?” “…Fine.” Kira produced a different dress. It was still fancy, but at least it looked like it belonged in the current century. Deep green, simple lines, no puff sleeves in sight.