Sexy Office Outfits Novels & Stories

I paused for a moment and looked her up and down. She walked with an air of arrogance, her chin held high. I glanced at her outfit. She wore a very sexy red dress with thin spaghetti straps. Everyone knew she was head over heels for Sir Jax. Even though her outfit was quite revealing—her large chest was almost spilling out—it was undeniable that she carried herself well. She looked sexy yet classy.

After a quick kiss on the cheek, Sebastian discreetly exits the room to give us some privacy. Sabrina meticulously searches my wardrobe and selects an outfit that doesn’t look half bad. It's a somewhat daring red cocktail dress short enough to turn heads, showcasing my back while keeping the cleavage tasteful. Paired with sleek black high heels and my mother's elegant diamond necklace, the ensemble feels just right for the night ahead.

she added protectively, “it’s hardly the kind of outfit a woman would buy to... to attract a man...” “No?” Sasha asked giving her a sardonic smile. ‘Oh, come on, Ronnie, we both know better than that. There’s something powerfully alluring about the sight of a woman wearing a trouser suit, something very, very sensual and appealing… much more so than an over-tight dress on an over-exposed body. You bought this outfit because you’re jealous of Vicky. Because you…”

m. I agonized over what to wear—casual? Sexy? I chose a white silk blouse (buttons down the back), sheer lace bra and matching panties, short skirt, thigh-highs, heels. Elegant but fuckable. She unlocked the door, pulled me inside, and locked it. Jessica looked edible: tight T-shirt (no bra), jeans hugging her curves. She hugged me tight, her full breasts crushing against mine, nipples hard points through fabric. She led me to the back, past shelves of adult DVDs, her ass swaying enticingly.

Under the blouse, she had on a shelf bra that supported her gorgeous tits-forming that wonderful cleavage-but didn't come up high enough to keep her nipples from rubbing the thin fabric of the blouse and making tiny little tents. On her feet, she wore her black "fuck me" pumps, which made her already-gorgeous legs look even better. "Going for the sexy secretary look?" I said. "Does it work?" she asked as she turned slowly around. "Hell yes!" I answered. "So does the well-dressed office assistant wear panties, these days?" I asked. She hiked the skirt up to her waist to show me her naked, freshly-shaved pussy. I stepped closer, dropped to my knees, and said, "Let me get a before taste of your

Her neck was left bare to reveal her beauty, her hands were stuffed with gloves and she stood on the high heel. The eyes were deeply painted, her lips were coated with dark colour lipstick, and her blonde hair was combed to side along with her soft tentacles like emergence in her head. The other young females' jaw dropped at the beauty of Alaso. Akshara was astonished to look at Alaso in such a sexy outfit and wondered to look everyone around that room. All looked hot and sexy in their outfits. Akshara nodded her head negatively to her roommates that she could not wear such things only for promotion.

She fell completely in love with a tightly fitting scarlet dress with a long slit at the side. ‘Kate could really call me a scarlet woman in this,’ she laughed. She took it off and tried on a slinky black outfit, very simply cut and oozing expensive good taste. It clung to her slim body like a second skin. She felt very sexy in it, quite unlike her usual self. Amazing what effect clothes could have, she thought. ‘I can’t make up my mind which looks the most stunning,’ Brett said quietly. He thought she grew more beautiful every time he looked at her. ‘Go on. They were made for you. Get one of them at least.’

My feet are covered in 4-inch clear stilettos. I look sexy. Dominique said to look hot and I didn’t have to try because every piece of clothing inside the wardrobe is sexy. Handpicked by a woman who knows what to wear to seduce a man and with this outfit, Dominique would not be able to peel his eyes off of me. Wearing a Tom Ford unisex perfume to finish the look, I grab my white purse and stroll out of the bedroom.

“Get ready. We have a serious meeting with the Sinaloa crew tonight. Wear something that shows you’re my wife but also my fucktoy. No panties.” Sofia chose a tight black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs. Deep cleavage that showed the tops of her breasts. Heels that made her ass look round and fuckable. Diego nodded in approval, clipped the thin silver leash to her collar, and led her out.

Driven. God, what was wrong with me? I hated that my body betrayed me like this. That it didn’t care about evidence or suspicion. It remembered only chemistry. The next morning, I dressed slowly, deliberately. A soft gray blouse that hugged my curves without screaming for attention. Dark jeans, low heels. Nothing provocative. Just enough armor to hide the way my insides trembled. The receptionist looked startled when I arrived. “You’re… early,” she said. “Mr. Blackwell asked for eight.”