Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

“What are you working on?” Dampness is already spreading on the crotch of my panties. “Um…I’m studying for my fashion merchandising final.” Clement hums low in his throat and flips up my skirt, revealing the frilly, white panties he bought me, leaving them in my drawer without a conversation. Right alongside the cheetah print thong Nicholas bought for me to rile up Clement.

Identical even! She raised an eyebrow and asked in a gentle voice. “Is it very expensive?” The girl’s eyes fluttered as she naturally felt proud and tried to show off. She loved it whenever she got attention such as this. And all this from a competing agency! She raised her chin and responded loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Sadly it is...I could have given this one to you but it’s a gift from Infinity’s last Fall collection and I love it so much. There are only five sets of this in the whole world.” She blabbered off.

It's the kind of comfort that makes your body forget its ever known tension. If this is Rhett’s way of trying to win me over… He’s joking. But then again, this entire pack screams luxury. Maybe this isn’t about me, maybe this is just… normal for them. ***** “What’s in my hands, Atlas?” Rhett’s voice is soft. Atlas stares down, brows furrowed in focus. Then his tiny lips curl into that knowing smirk. “You have teeny tiny pieces of diamonds,” he says proudly. “Faint Blue, Light Blue, Fancy Light Blue, Fancy Blue, Fancy Intense Blue, and umm… Fancy Vivid Blue.”

He came around the front of the car, his broad shoulders filling the space between us, and held out his hand. Reluctantly, I pulled the bag from under my jacket and handed it over, watching as he dumped the contents onto the hood. The black lace panties spilled out first, delicate and sheer, the kind that would cling to my ass cheeks and show every curve. Then the bra, cups edged with scalloped trim, meant to push my tits up high and inviting. “These are slutty as hell,” he said, picking up the panties and holding them up to the light, the fabric translucent enough to hint at what they’d barely cover.

Cordy said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She would take it as compensation for him giving her his shirt. As this shirt was sullied with streaks of blood because of the accident today, he might not be able to wear it after today. "Don't be so boastful. It's hard to even get your hands on this piece. For limited-edition pieces like this, I had to queue for two months before I could get it. This brand releases only one design per season, limited to only fifty pieces across the globe. Royalty and the bigwigs would've reserved them long ago." Lucas looked at her in disdain as he went on. "Do you really think you can buy a piece just because you are slightly known in the fashion scene? I

I checked them, and they were my clothes with my underwear. “Did he pick up my clothes for me?” I asked, looking at the underwear. “Yes, I did. Cute pants,” he said, and I jumped in shock, not expecting it. But my face heats up, looking at the pants. I have other pants, and he chose this one? It’s a bunny type of pant, very childish. Why did I even buy it? Oh, I remember, I used to have a bunny pet who died, and when I went to get these pants, I couldn’t help but admire them. Damn him, I thought removing my clothes.

Some wave like they are scared to have me acknowledge them, while others look away really quickly like they never looked at me at all. In the back there are some that are mostly black with some slight designs in different colors. There is a pair that has purple along the pockets and the seams that I really like. When Scarlett sees me eyeing them she grabs them and throws them in a basket, while winking at me. I swear she is going to find a way to spend all of Dante's money if I give her a chance.

I am still pushing it and I saw him shaking his head. "You're unbelievable! You, silly girl, that's his name, X! Just one letter, and remember this, panty girl, don't get near him. He's dangerous!" I glared at him because he sounded like he owned me. While in the first place, he’s not even my friend! I have no time for this pervert. Might as well go back to the classroom. But before I could leave, I looked at him first. "Whatever! And can you please don't call me, panty girl?! Yours is even worse, PANTY STEALER!" I loudly said before I turned my back on him and decided to go back to the classroom.

“Jane, all of this shit is phenomenal and I’m not so sure about the leather trench coat, but these leggings and that pink leather shit? It is priceless and look at these boots! You’ve got them customized down to the fucking rings the laces go through and what’s this? Fucking leather coats with lace ruffled shit?”

He cleared his throat quietly. “Ma'am,” he said. “If you ever find yourself in need of funds… I'd suggest checking the value of what you're wearing before considering other options.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He clasped his hands behind his back. “The shirt alone, ma'am. Custom. Single stitch. Imported fabric. It starts at forty-two thousand dollars.” A small pause. “The sweatpants are a limited edition from a private label. Twenty-eight thousand.” My mouth opened.