Sting Proof Bee Suit Novels & Stories

Stephen chuckled under his breath, then disappeared back inside. Moments later, he emerged again—this time in a deep navy velvet suit that shimmered subtly under the store’s warm lighting. His collar lay slightly open, the edge of his collarbone just visible. He leaned lazily against the mirror, and with that effortless posture alone, captured every eye in the boutique. Stellar swallowed unconsciously. “Next,” she squeaked again. Stephen, patient as ever, slipped into the third outfit—a white dress shirt with a plunging neckline. The fabric was so fine it was nearly translucent, revealing the defined contours of his torso with each breath he took.

The room was full of men dressed in suits. I noticed that they all had the Golden Hive's symbol – the one with a bee that I saw Valerie wearing earlier today – pinned to their suit jackets. All the men looked like they were assessing us, like farmers studying cattle they wanted to buy. It made me want to puke, but I pasted a huge smile on my face and stepped forward. Show time.

She dragged her toward the pool. "I don't want to get me clothes wet!" Jennifer protested. "Let me go change!" Stella laughed at her. "Why so self conscious all of a sudden?" Stella reached forward and popped the two done-up buttons open. "There you go. Instant bathing suit." She untied the bottom of her blouse and took it off before slipping out of her denim skirt, standing there in a bra that her breast were almost falling out of and a matching G-string.

Exactly, so just suck it out and get on with it, I told myself sternly. I strapped myself into the outfit. It was scandalous. Straps covered my chest, hiding all the important bits, but still seeming like I was nearly naked. The worst part was the back. It had a thong back, and I could feel the cool air on my skin, and I was pretty sure I was blushing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t look as slutty as I’d thought I would. I didn’t know why, but Opal's sexy black bodysuit looked more like a suit of armor for a badass female warrior than something for stripping in. But I was just going to be dancing, behind a screen. It was just a toe into the pool of the future. What if Ston

Rob wanted to push further, but one look from Ferguson shut him up, and he excused himself from the office. ••••••••••••••••• Stella's point of view. I did a twirl in front of my full-length mirror, nodding in approval at the outfit I've decided to wear; a black, skin-tight, off-shoulder gown, that stops at a few inches away from my butts. Then wore a pair of black suede laced up thigh high boots to compliment it. “It's perfect but…" I trailed off.

Beau held up my bra as I laid it out. “It’s a bodysuit, with a built-in bra. I don’t technically need it. However, with the actives that are going to take place, I wanted an extra layer of fabric if something happens to my dress. This also has a metal place across the stomach. Kyle made this for me to wear on my jobs. It helps keep knives from stabbing me.” “Damn…” Beau put it down and looked at me.

Instead of black tactical armor, they wore casual white polo shirts, trying their best to blend in with the garden hedges (though the earpieces remained). In the expansive backyard, a plume of dark grey smoke was rising into the blue sky. "Jackson!" Serenity yelled from the shade of the porch, holding a glass of lemonade. "You are burning the Wagyu! That’s Grade A5 beef from Kobe!" Standing by the massive chrome grill was Jackson Sterling. He wasn't wearing his Italian suit. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a ridiculous apron that said "World's Okayest Dad" in bright neon letters—a prank gift Alex had ordered online.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

My mom always said to go big and wow, so they can’t complain about not seeing you. Crispin was wearing a black suit with a red outline and an orange-reddish shirt. So, we should match, something my mom loves to do with us. Steven is getting away with a simple blue suit, for he worries he might need to work and doesn’t want to ruin an expensive or flashy suit. My mom’s dress is the same as mine, but Hers’ is orange with red shading and dark blue outline. The blue is to tie in Steven and my father who will be wearing his council robe.

He became an absolute, impenetrable shield, eclipsing her entirely from the predatory glare of the media and the toxic, pointing fingers of Jessica Sterling. Behind the secure sanctuary of his back, Lydia felt the immediate drop in temperature. The blinding lights were suddenly blocked out by the midnight-black fabric of his Brioni suit jacket. His warmth radiated against her, a silent, heavy promise that as long as he breathed, no weapon formed against her would ever touch her skin.