Sam Puckett Clothes Novels & Stories

*** Give them credit, the shop staff don’t look visibly horrified when a bunch of scruffy students pile through the doorway of their luxury clothing store. “A dark blue suit of the style on display in the window, for Mr Cooper, please,” Sarah says to one of the young men hovering. I think they’re staff, even though they all have suits on. Suits that look to my eye just as smart as those in the window. “He will need shirts. One straight collar and one tab, to begin with. White. Socks, navy and black. Tie, silk, silver grey. Do you do shoes?” I’m just standing there, feeling stupid and out of my depth. Or as if I’ve been run over by a talkative and well-meaning elephant.

I told him, eyeing the flimsy piece of fabric he held in his hands. “Why not?” he looked so disappointed I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Because you need to focus and if I wear that … we both know what will happen. Besides, I’m nervous.” he wrapped me in his arms, kissing my head as he placed the little black number back in the draw I opened the next one to find a pair or jeans … maybe I should wear something more … formal? Ugh no I don’t know, it’s just a pack meeting. It will be weird if I’m in a dress. “Pumpkin, you have nothing to worry about. You will make an amazing luna for this pack, we both know that.” He grinned mischievously and whispered in my ear, “You could wear a

"You are not following me, dressed like some horrid creature that came out of ol' Hagrids daydreams." Now that was downright bullying." It isnt my fault. These are the nicest clothes I have with me." "No need to worry, puppy dog." Puppy and dog. Now I am confused. A minute ago I was a freaking toucan-duck and now I am a puppy and a dog, at the same time. By the way I am a full bred human being. Just in case any of you were wondering. "I have a few clothes right here," he enters the walk in closet and takes out a brand new Louis vuitton cricket trunk filled with clothes, expensive once. The once whose prices you can determine by their scents.

Apparently, Jake wasn’t so intimidating after all. *** To Sue’s surprise, Mrs. Parker and her team of seamstresses had a hunter green skirt, a plain white long sleeved shirt, and a hunter green hat ready for her that evening so she could wear that outfit the next day. “I’ll have two more outfits ready tomorrow, and the rest of your wardrobe will be ready on Tuesday,” she told Sue when she dropped the clothes off.

“You can take the hoodie off if you want. It’s warm in here and it looks heavy.” Dex paused mid-bite. Then he rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “Yeah, probably. But I’m not wearing anything underneath it.” I blinked. “Nothing at all?” “Briefs,” he said with a small shrug. “No shirt though.” I cleared my throat and looked back down at my plate. “That’s fine. Not like I haven’t seen your chest before.” Dex smirked. Then in one smooth, unhurried motion he reached down and pulled the hoodie up and over his head.

Her lips tightened into a thin line. Scarlett’s eyes pinched. Saddy was always like this when she wanted something. “Okay. What do you want, Saddy Campbell? Let me through and you have what you want. Tell me, is it the trending hair clip? That cute little Puma one or is it the latest Puma shoes?” To Scarlett’s surprise, Saddy just shrugged. No excitement. That was the weirdest thing to ever witness. Saddy indifferent about the latest Puma brand shoes and hair clips. Something was definitely amiss.

I say as I admire him looking stylish and hot. "I'll choose for you," he says and looks through my suitcase the find me some white shorts that go mid-thigh and a pink button up shirt that he tells me to half button up. He hands me my speedos and I shake my head. "No way," I laugh because I'm not wearing those in front of people. "Come on please," he says and I shake my head again. "But I have no dick to fill them out," I whine. "You've got a packer, wear that," he says and I blush. A packer is like a fake soft dick that I put in the front of underwear to look like I have a bulge.

Your mother is telling me that we are dressed as twins. Sampson’s voice came through the family link and echoed in Wyatt’s head. It was new to hear a different voice along with the others that had become as familiar to him. Now that they were on Sampson’s pack lands, the family link had extended to him and his young children. Wyatt looked down at what he was wearing and chuckled. Sampson wore khaki slacks, a navy-blue polo shirt and tennis shoes. Wyatt sported khaki cargo shorts and a dark blue, Naval, recruit T-shirt and well-worn, thoroughly abused, gray running shoes.

Matt suggested, eager to get the clothing shopping done so that he could come back to the pub. They headed to the clothing store, following the directions given to Clayton by the pub owner. As they arrived, Camden was relieved to see the racks and shelves filled with warm clothes. "Shall we leave you to it then?" Clayton suggested, glancing across the road to a nearby pet store. "Seriously?" she said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "They have puppies, babe. I could see them through the window from the street," he replied, looking at her with pleading eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle in surprise. "Well, off you go then, I guess," she said with a shrug, figuring it would probably be easie

"Expect at least one thousand dollars for those clothes worn by the models. Normal streetwear, you say? They cost more than my current salary. "Also, Pixie's quality is infamous. Their clothes have many loose threads. Yikes!" As the fashion show proceeded smoothly, Joey decided to leave the venue to get some air. After spending some time outside, she realized that she had company. Joey turned around and saw Zachary. She said sarcastically, "Shouldn't you accompany your fiancée? What are you doing here?" "I'm here to buy her a new dress," answered Zachary out of spite, one brow raised with amusement.