Outcast Black Jumpsuit 소설 & 이야기

"Going somewhere?" "No." I shrugged, crossing my arms. "Why do you ask?" "You're all dressed up." He eyed me from head to toe and an involuntary shiver jolts up my spine and I regard my outfit. I was wearing a black leather jacket, a pink shirt underneath, and a leather skirt reaching my mid-thighs, completed with a pair of black ankle-length boots. In short, I resembled a rebellious scoundrel straight out of a 90s grunge music video.

I tell him as we both leave my room and Dominic's. I am wearing a navy blue elegant jumpsuit with a draped top that is charming yet sophisticated. This all-in-one jumpsuit is featuring a gathered bodice, fitted waist and the wide flowy legs makes me walk like a model in a fashion presentation. But the best part is the back of the jumpsuit which is bare. Lily is wearing a wrap around jersey knot black dress from Mugler, which costs a fortune, and which reveals a large part of her gorgeous body. Michael will go crazy when he sees her!

Look for the boring car. My heart did a front flip. I grabbed my leather jacket and headed down. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, a sleek, black SUV was idling at the curb. The door opened before I even reached it, and Jaxson stepped out. He had traded his usual jersey wears for a pair of dark chinos and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that looked like they were carved from granite. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it in anticipation.

Natasha’s POV The one with the bronze skin pulls me off the bench and stands me up. His badge says Liam. He’s got maybe two inches on me and arms that look like they were built in the gym. His hands are on the zipper of my jumpsuit, pulling it down to my waist before I can even blink. The third officer takes the jumpsuit the rest of the way down. I step out of it and I’m naked in a holding cell with three men in uniform. Liam’s eyes run from my tits to my pussy and he doesn’t pretend he’s not looking.

Jax The next day Jax turned to his new security guard, a black guy named Chills. He wore his usual—black hat, dark pants, and leather jacket. No shirt. It was like he wanted to be a conductor to the sun or some moving solar panel of energy that sucked up the heat. In some ways, the outfit symbolized how bad he was. Who else but a crazy person would wear a leather jacket on a Miami summer day? What was he thinking when he hired him?

His breath stinks of stale booze and ash, and my stomach lurches as I fight the urge to gag. “This is an illegal protest, and I asked nicely. Now it’s not MY problem.” I turn back to him and nod to the army of black-suited coming towards me. I smile salaciously as if to say I’m done here, and you’ll regret it, as they begin to start shoving those on the ends and pushing, pulling, them out of line. A sweeping sea of suits against lumberjack shirts. The bear-man turns to me with an angry growl and snarls right into my face once more.

He got up, stretched and picked up a box I hadn’t noticed. “I like your tattoos, they make you look like a bad boy,” I told him. “You like bad boys, hm?” He asked. He tossed the box at me, I caught it and opened it. There was an outfit inside, it was a dark turquoise V-neck jumpsuit. “Oh my God, it’s so pretty,” I exclaimed. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it and now, I’m glad you do.” “You bought it yourself?” “Yep. Went from store to store looking like a lost puppy.”

The clothes I had been wearing were almost too small, but completely filthy from all the dirt that was on the ground in that cell and the blood from when Ozara and Kendrick beat the shit out of me as my punishment. I open the drawer and breathe a sigh of relief when I saw the clothes neatly folded in the drawer. It isn't much, but this is more clothes that have been in my possession in the last eleven years. In Black Claw, I had a total of two outfits. One was my 'nice clothes.' Translation: what I was meant to wear when I had to serve people, like at that dinner and the ball. Then, I had two regular outfits, and they really looked like a prison jumpsuit, except they were tan instead of oran

Roman gave me a stylish black jumpsuit made of a lightweight yet sturdy cloth. His voice trailed off a little as his gaze swept over me. "Fits like a second skin," he whispered. I smirked and lifted an eyebrow. “You sure this is about work and not part of some fantasy?” A grin flickered over his lips, but his tone remained solemn. It’s both. Now focus.” Tomake sure it was fastened, I pulled on the zipper. There wasn't much room for imagination because the cloth stuck to me. I couldn't help but tease Roman as his eyes lingered.

I rip it open immediately, and it’s exactly what I was hoping it would be—my outfit for Saturday. There are three things in the box. The first is a pair of thigh high black leather boots that give off strong dominatrix vibes. The next item is what looks like a leather romper. It’s a one-piece jumpsuit that’s short-sleeved on top, with short shorts on the bottom. There’s a zipper down the front that can unzip almost all the way to where the shorts begin.