Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

Sasha “This one?” Ariel asked me the next day, lifting a powder blue floral dress with Off-shoulder sleeveless. I shook my head, looking at something with long sleeves. “A long-sleeved one? Ms. Sasha, you will be too hot. This…” “I want this one.” I insisted. Giving her the dress as she sighed heavily, nodding her head before placing the rest in the wardrobe. “Give me a minute. I change into this” I beamed with a smile before entering the bathroom and quickly changing into the dark green sweater dress and then making my way out.

“No thanks.” He walked off, leaving me with the echoes of disagreement. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed before the sound of approaching footfalls distracted me from my tablet. I craned my neck and sighed in annoyance when I found Sasha leaning against the door frame, with a malicious look in her eyes. Her blond hair had been packed neatly in a ponytail and her tall, alabaster skinned legs were visible under the knee-length, blue dress that accentuated her curves. Seriously, where have I seen her before?

AUTHOR’S POV Anastasia hated how fast the table had turned, This was meant to be her moment, and she had picked the highest designers to prepare for this day. And out of the blue walked in Sasha dressed in an original Sah fashion house design. The dress spoke volume and it didn’t help the questions that were thrown her way. “Anastasia, I thought I had seen you,” Olivia shrieked, reaching out to hug her. Anastasia smiled, a stiff smile that barely reached her eyes, “Olivia, what are you doing here?”

It didn't take a minute for Sasha to come in. The very moment she stared at Bryan, a smile was carved on her lips, and she swayed her hips as he approached the seats. Sasha knew what Bryan's weakness was in her body, it was her hips and her firm ass which his eyes always found its way to. Not only that, her breast was not exempted from it too and that was why she wore an exposing outfit that made her cleavages so admirable.

The elevator ride is six floors of watching the numbers change and feeling my stomach drop in a way that has nothing to do with motion. Sasha's parked illegally in the loading zone, a silver Mercedes with the trunk already popped. She's leaning against the driver's door in white jeans and a black blazer, holding a garment bag like a weapon. She's been my best friend since freshman orientation, tall and sharp-edged, with a face that belongs on a runway and a vocabulary that belongs in a boxing ring. "You look like someone canceled your favorite show," she says, handing me the bag. "Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I have a backup that's meaner."

Sasha pleaded, her tone playful. "Alright-" Lexi began. "Yay, that's my girl!" Sasha exclaimed. "What about Raven, is she coming?" Lexi asked. "Yep, dress sexy, please," Sasha said before abruptly ending the call, leaving Lexi no chance to protest. 'I guess this is the only way I can clear my head' she thought as she went to her closet to pick up a dress. As she sought to clear her mind, Lexi headed to her closet to select a dress. She finally opted for a stunning sapphire blue number that fell just above her knee. The strapless design hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her toned physique.

Davil is on an all black suits, black wrist watch, black shoe and a black earring on his right ear, his hair is neatly messy. Sasha is wearing a blood red off shoulder velvet gown that sweeps the ground with a two tone chiffon and ribbon at the end of the dress,on her chest a feathers attached to the dress, on her hands were black gloves and red and black flower in her hands. A black veil with beads on it covers her face and her dress but the closer she comes, the more ravishing she becomes.

By now, Sasha had stood up and walked to where he was seated - she turned his executive chair to face her and lowered her head to face him. He almost fainted having her breasts so close to him. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she loosened two buttons. He could see the rich color of her purple push-up bra that held her cup. “You wanted an explanation, sir. Do you want to know why I dress like this? Because I can see you want me. And I can see how much you desire me right now.” “Even though, are you just going to throw yourself at a man who shows the slightest desire in you?”

Tease. Twenty minutes later, I return downstairs in my black silk shirt that I ‘unintentionally’ unbuttoned just low enough. Sasha is already downstairs, looking like he's heading to his own damn funeral. No surprise there. Black on black, with the icy expression that I'm starting to get used to. “Dress to impress, have you ever heard of it?” I ask, fixing my cuff. “You’re gonna scare the girls away dressed like that,” “Don't touch any of them” he says.

Zella Sasha twirled in front of the full-length mirror, holding up a silk blouse to her chest “You think I should get this?” “You already have three of those,” I muttered, going through my phone. Uncle Charlie's grandson had sent the pictures at the birthday to me, and they looked quite good. Most of them were blurry, though. The poor kid was just flailing around with the camera. “Its never too much to have the same blouse,” Sasha said, pursing her lips.