Red Devil Dress Novels & Stories

The dress was... ugly. All kinds of butt ugly, in my honest opinion. Like anyone else cared about what I thought. Especially Pagomaris who instead just went into demonic raptures over both Meira and I. Dressed like twins. In what felt and looked like patent leather cut out in really uncomfortable places with some kind of steel mesh. Like, awkward and embarrassing places. I kept jerking down on the bodice in an effort to hide a little more of my chest. It seemed demon fashion was more about what you showed than what you didn't.

Red was not my color and I never let my parents dress me in it on any whatsoever fucking occasion. But this one's special. The moment as well as the dress. It was... I wouldn't lie.... Sluttish. A very small dress that left my long legs uncovered for his dark eyes to stare at. It barely covered my red netted thongs and the upper part was even sluttier. The dress was held in one piece on my body with a long string that went zigzag from the left side to the front. My boobs half spilled as the cups of the dress were shorter. I also wore long red heels to go with it and make me look sexy.

“Because right now, I feel like I’m one bad fashion decision away from turning into a meme.” The video call clicked on, and the moment her face came into view, she angled the camera downward and yeah, I damn near choked. Darcy stood in her bedroom wearing a deep red, satin daredevil of a dress that hugged every curve like it had been painted on. The neckline was dangerously low, plunging down to just above her navel, held together by two gold chains that criss crossed over her chest. It was backless, sleeveless, short, and split high up the thigh in a way that would’ve made angels weep.

As the door opened, everyone looked at them. Devyn put her hand around her assistant’s arm and her stiletto heels clank on the tiled floor. A V-neck sleeveless maroon silk slick long dress with a slit on her right thigh down, perfectly shaping her body. Her hair was a little messy on its wavy effects while walking forwards. In her hand was a long hand wallet with only the things she needed. Her right ear has this elegant helix earring, making her stunning and beautiful. However, the spotlight wasn’t just on her. Those omegas in the corner also got their eyes on the tall man beside her.

She didn’t want to entice him any further and appear to be trying too hard for him which she wasn’t; yes she liked him, but prostituting herself to him she didn’t like. She was wearing a short black rubber-dress that clung to her body like a second skin with half the bodice made of lace, her hair fell on one shoulder and she looked like she was attending a funeral–perhaps she’s mourning her innocence that would soon be snatched before the night was over.

We pulled away from the hug after an eternity that had only felt like seconds. I took a good look at Inker now. She had a full face of makeup on and she was wearing a minidress also, but hers was a black leather dress and it was strapless. The dress hugged her curves to perfection and caused her to look even more surreal than she naturally was. Devin had snatched up a goddess. "It's no biggie, really." Inker responded to my question after a short while. "I just knew you were dying of boredom so I agreed to come over and show you some fun. I'm supposed to be heavily paid for this." I laughed.

Upon the situation happening, this event tonight wherein I will be sold for about God knows how much in exchange for a date with me, I dressed up as the way I should. I wear a dark red long gown which has its cut on the either side of my thighs. The v-shaped design on the front teasing people of my cleavage. And the back. The demon back of my dress wherein it has a low cut going down to the end of my spine almost reaching the top of my bottom making it visible that I do not wear any bra. Smoky eyes and tempting red luscious lips. My hair in a messy stylish bun. Killer red heels.

Oh, dear God…. I slapped a palm to my face, while hoping and praying this would be over soon enough. In less than no time, Maeve and Elena stood before me again. “Now this is a dress that’ll leave Damien spasming.” Both of them had a very crazy glint in their eyes. I hated to, but I agreed with them. The dress was dark red, just like the color of the lingerie I tortured Damien in last night.

Abeni felt a blush creep up her neck, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at his appreciation. She showed him the second outfit, a yellow silk number that made her feel sexy and sophisticated, and again, he couldn't stop complimenting her. With each outfit she showed him, his comments became more and more appreciative, more intimate. By the time she revealed the final outfit, a short, flowing lavender dress. It was short and her cleavage was practically showing. She didn't remember buying this dress at all but figured Natalia must have picked it out for her. She exited the bathroom, to show Dmitry the outfit, feeling a bit nervous. He looked at her with such desire and she wondered what

I have bills to settle and my college fees to pay, which calls for hard work. "Fuck, is it today? I gotta get ready girl, no way I'm letting your ass out there alone" Ethan eagerly whispers, ending the call. He always insists on tugging along because he finds what I do more cool than dangerous. Getting ready for the upcoming mission, I chose a backless halterneck hollow pleated slim cocktail red dress with matching sandal heels. The man will be at Devil's strip club tonight, and that means dressing for the occasion. I let my brown curly hair down and apply a deep red lipstick after doing a minimum makeup.