Ruby Gillman Prom Dress Novels & Stories

I respond pulling out a gold dress and gently placing it on the couch. Amelia comes to my side and inspects the dress, "You have good taste. Unlike the other putes that he usually brings, different one each event and they act like they're 'all it'? You youngsters say?" *Wh*res* For the next ten minutes we walk arojdn in silence looking for something that would look good on me. Five dresses later I'm standing on the plinth looking at myself in the mirror, the dress I have on is silver. It hugs my curves perfectly, open back, deep V-line that ends at my belly button, it goes down mid-thigh and has thin spaghetti straps.

“It's all like a fairytale, isn't it? Engaged to be married to the unreachable, untamable Declan Starr. Lucky you, girl!” Yes… lucky her… She wasn't thinking that way later that evening as she nervously got herself ready to go to Jude Brennan's party. If Queen Warwick was an example of Declan Starr's friends, then there would be some really sophisticated people at this party tonight. Her dress was russet-colored silk and emphasized her slenderness and suited her like no other she had ever possessed. Gemma had washed her hair and brushed it dry until it gleamed reddish-brown, and applied a light eye make-up, brushing a soft peach lip gloss over her lips.

"Come. Let's see if it fits you." Gillian donned the gown self-consciously. His eyes followed all her movements. Her nipples were sensitive to the touch of satin. She almost moaned as she tightened the hook of the brassiere. "You dressed seductively, darling," he slurred softly. "You seduce me with just a look!" she complained breathlessly. Rye laughed handsomely. He strolled towards her and turned her around. "Let's zip up this gown." Gillian gasped when she faced the mirror. The snowy white skirt fell down to her ankles in glittering layers. The tube bodice molded her waist upwards. Her breasts looked magnificently erect. Her arms and her back were exposed.

I shaved every single golden-blonde hair from my lips to my thighs until I was as smooth as a marble statue. Then I reached into the box. The dress was a masterpiece of malice, a sheer black mesh gown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Underneath it was a smaller item I'd missed. It had a note that read: ~If you liked what we did today and want to do it again, wear these. I'll be waiting. — Preston.~

I fully expected his punishment to be used to set an example. Pylorna did my hair and makeup before I slipped into my dress. I could not wait to see my mates’ reactions. The dress was an off-shoulder black satin evening dress that went to the floor with a slit that reached mid-thigh. It hit every single curve of mine that my mates loved while showing a modest hint of cleavage. I pulled on the matching black satin gloves, loving how much it added to the overall look. The Rosenthall bracelet was worn over the top of my right glove.

Deep purple gown slit at the right hand side up to a little above her mid thighs, off shoulder that she didn't even need to wear a bra, She looked hot like attending a gangster ball rather than attending some nuisance transformation ceremony. Ughh! Luna Disella gawked at Princess Reda's dress, "You look…breathtaking!" She commented, her eyes running around the dress as it fitted perfectly onto her body, Princess Reda was putting on a big ball green gown with shinings on it, also an off shoulder gown, "You look like it's your wedding day today." Prince Danks entered.

Elle gushed, picking up Gia. I found myself overcome with curiosity and couldn't help but unpack the dresses - and Eliana was right. They were gorgeous! The first was a sleek red dress which was designed to hug every curve with its satin fabric. The second was a navy ball gown, with tiny crystals sewn onto the bodice and glittering strands woven into the tulle skirt meant to catch the eye. And the third, which was probably my favourite, was a black dress with a modest bodice but an extremely low cut back and a thigh high slit. It seemed utterly scandalous, so I obviously adored it. “I don't know why Laryssa went through the trouble of getting these sent to you. She must have called someone i

he said. Nirvana arched a brow. "Should I be flattered or concerned?" Gianni smirked but didn’t answer. He turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. Curious, she pulled the ribbon loose and lifted the lid. Her breath hitched. Inside lay a dress…a deep crimson masterpiece, cut low in the front and scandalously high on the thigh. Delicate chains draped across the open sides, held together by gold clasps. The silk fabric felt sinful against her fingers.

The word was lit up, contrasting the darkness of the night. Melissa suddenly felt intimidated by the fancy frontal decor. She looked at herself, not confident about her dressing. The gown she wore was given to her by Tory, since she didn’t have any fancy clothes she could wear on a date. The dress was a body con gown with a slit sleeve. She wore a black coloured almond Toe stiletto, which complimented her wine coloured gown.

"How's that, old hag? Have you reflected on your mistakes?" She crouched and lifted my chin with her finger and forced me to look at her arrogant face. Her nails were painted red. "Now, let us discuss how much you owe me." Her smile was greedy and sinister when she said, "You still have to pay the two million dollars I billed you. "In addition, you traumatized me today, so you need to pay me three million dollars as compensation." She slapped my cheek lightly in a condescending manner. "In total, you owe me five million dollars. This is what you get for seducing my man and forcing me to design a gown for you.