Miniskirt Space Pirates Novels & Stories

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

“Wear this skirt,” Ivy holds up a white mini skirt that is definitely not appropriate for work. “It'll make a statement.” “The only statement it'll make is one where HR fires me on my first day for indecent exposure.” “Hey!” She huffs, dropping onto my bed. “If I had an ass as curvy and good looking as yours, I'd wear every damn miniskirt I can find, all the time, EVERYWHERE!” “That's your style,” I point out, holding up my preferred choice. “This is mine.”

Short and to the point, just like Nico. On my second night back at school I was working the graveyard shift at the computer lab and since classes didn't start until the next day I was the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a leather miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a mowhawk. Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and black lipstick completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers on her jacket jangled softly.

She had platinum blonde hair that was pulled up in a sleek ponytail, seafoam green eyes, legs that go for miles in a short black mini skirt that barely covered her butt, huge breast that was spilling out of the deep read halter top that was two sizes too small. The other two girls looked the same. Light curly brown hair down the middle of their backs, one had a hot pink mini skirt on where at the other had a deep purple one on. They had on the same type of halter top as the blonde but the pink skirted one had a white one where as the purple skirts was black. Their boobs weren’t as big the blonde but still enough to make one envious. They weren’t as tall as the blonde either even with their f

"What do you think? Should I wear it for the next pack meeting?" Anna laughed. "You'd be the centre of attention and Max would ground you." "How about this miniskirt?" Maya asked while eyeing a cute skirt. "I think Jimmy would like it." She was referring to her latest crush in college. Anna chuckled and playfully nudged Maya. "Well, if you want to get Jimmy's attention, that miniskirt might just do the trick!" The group erupted into laughter once again. As the party resumed their shopping trip, they shared tales, laughed, and tried on costumes ranging from stylish to outrageous. Jennifer was astounded by the sheer number of options available to her.

It didn’t matter to Cassidy; the young girl knew she wasn’t in any danger. She sank into the chair, straddling Mina’s boots, which were crossed at the ankle. If her long, straight skirt wasn’t askew, they’d been hidden. This outfit wasn’t nearly as old as the ones Cassidy had seen her slender frame donning in the memories, but she’d kept her style similar throughout the ages.

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.

“You’ll wear this when you come out first, which is towards the middle of the entourage. Then for the finale, you’d be wearing this...” Serene cannot help but swallow when she took the second hanger from Mary. If the first one was conservative, this one definitely isn’t. It’s a microkini. The top were just two tiny triangles held by strings; the bottom was the same. Her eyes felt like they would pop out of their sockets as Serene looked at Mary incredulously. “No way!” She finally found her voice. “Oh, come on, it’s just a bikini” Mary waved her hand at her, dismissing her protest. “You look so fit, this will definitely look good on you.” Serene’s arms crossed over her chest as she looked at

She steps in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Trust me, Maddy," she whispers, and her hand lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me yelp. "You want to do this too. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t even be here." The sting of her palm lingers, radiating through the thin fabric of my skirt. My pulse jumps, throbbing between my legs. She’s not wrong. I did let her pick out this outfit, the miniskirt so short it barely covers my ass, the flimsy top that clings to my tits like a second skin.

“He made the demand, after all. Also, it was him who initiated Pirate’s Day. He isn’t old enough, yet I swear he was a Viking in the distant past. Your drawers are here. “Crotchless. That was back then. Lelandi laughed. Lelandi’s head was covered by Silva as she wore a cotton, sleeveless, knee-length chemise. She pulled a robin’s egg blue satin corset out of the drawer that was highly boned with whalebone. Lelandi’s arms were crossed. The corset, please.