Les Knickers Novels & Stories

She couldn't resist the urge to taunt Lana. Unfazed, Lana responded, "We're all sisters here, Carol, but I have to warn you. That outfit you're wearing? It's a knockoff." Lana's remark not only stunned Carol but also triggered laughter among the other ladies. "Hey, country bumpkin, do you even know who Jennifer Anix is?" one of them jeered. "I seriously doubt it. But you should understand that her clothes are highly sought after and almost impossible to obtain," another added.

not something I would wear to work under normal circumstances, but I need to amp up the sex appeal; if he can play dirty, so can I I put on my most sexy black lace lingerie... not that he is going to see that, but to make me feel more sexy and up for the task. Then I put on a skimpy very tight leather skirt ... normally I would always wear leggings underneath, but not today. Uh I still have to remember that this is my job, and there will be other people, so I have to pull a little back on the shirt, nothing low cut... I pick out a tight fitting white tank top that says 'let's get naughty and spare Santa a trip'.

KNOXX TAKES a look at the woman in front of him. He glanced over her body. She wore a fitted black t-shirt that emphasized her huge breasts and shorts that showed her long legs. He grinned and looked at the woman's breasts for a long time. Surely, his hands will perfectly fit around those mountains. He can imagine those long legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts deeper inside her.

Luc unhooked the front clasp of her bra and laved at one nipple, while Deke tore off his shirt, sat back on his heels, and stared. “These have to come off.” He glared at the flesh-colored thong underwear she’d bought this morning so she’d have something sexy to wear. Before she could take hold of the waistband and peel them off, Deke grabbed one side. With hot male eyes in a face shouting that he was strung out on lust, he wrapped the wisp of fabric around his fist and pulled. A surprised gasp and a soft rip later, and Kimber was basically naked. Luc made basically a fact by pulling the blouse and bra down her shoulders, then sliding the skirt down her hips, to the floor.

Every once in awhile she just missed cuddling up to someone. "Oh fuck, the light," she sighed, and she pushed herself up off the bed as Nick wormed to one side. Turning it off she stumbled back to the soft mattress and fell down. "Mind if I take off my jeans?" slurred Nick. Karen laughed. "Sure, as long as you're wearing something underneath them!" "Uuummmm... boxers!" Nick said gleefully. Karen laughed again. She pulled off her bra from underneath her t-shirt, thankful that she'd already changed pants so that she didn't have to deal with any other clothing now that there was someone else in the room with her.

~ Nikki ~ I duck into the en suite to brush my teeth, then spritz a light fragrance in the air. I walk through the mist, just to pick up the essence of it. I slip out of the robe and into a peek-a-boo nightie with a violet, lacy, angled bra-bodice that dips low between my breasts and is extremely revealing. The skirt is lavender charmeuse, with a short hem in front and a longer one in back, creating a soft, rippled effect. There are matching, lacy slippers, but I don’t bother with them. I do, however, opt for the charmeuse thong. The satiny material is irresistible.

I point to the one that looks remotely cheaper. “I’ll try that one,” I say. The associate nods and moves to pull it off the rack. But from behind me, Knox’s voice comes. “No.” I turn around. “No, what?” He steps closer, arms crossed. “It’s too long. And are those sleeves?” I blink at him. “What’s wrong with sleeves? And what do you mean it’s long? That’s like… calf length.” “Exactly,” he says, as if I’ve just confirmed his diagnosis. “Why would you want to wear anything that isn’t above the knees?”

I grabbed the set that was made from the most material and closed the drawers. Unfortunately, the rest of the selection wasn’t much better. It was obvious that Nicole kept her comfy leggings and oversized T-shirts at her place. Her clothes here could best be described as “stripper wear”—everything tight and uncomfortable and not made to actually be worn for long. And being that I outweighed my sister by at least ten or fifteen pounds, this could prove to be an issue. I dug around and finally found a pair of black, stretchy pants with rhinestones down the side and a long-sleeved crop top with a low-cut neckline that matched the pants and looked like it would cover my boobs. It would have to d

Lost in my own little world, I moved my body seductively to the beat of the music. My body was drawing the attention of every horny male around me. I was dressed in a pair of black leather pants which fit me like a second skin. I had matched the pants with a silver sequined long sleeved crop top, and a pair of rhinestone platform silver high heels. Not the wisest of choices for being out in the woods… but… oh well. My clothes may not have been showing any skin, but they were tight, and they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. As I danced, I looked around at the girls around me. They were dressed in skimpy skirts and tops which showed plenty of skin. My friend Kat called these typ

Ginger stated. The outfit they gave me was ridiculous. A baby pink lacy bustier top, ruffled bottom panties, and a micro crinoline mini skirt, so short you can see the ruffles of my panties. I’m at least thankful for the panties covering my butt, since I have the bite mark that Zander left. Antonio would totally freak out if he saw it. I also have the standard little girl knee-high socks and platform Mary Janes. I’m starting to get the feeling that Antonio has a little girl fetish, which is just ick.