Stripper Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

On the wedding day. At six in the morning, Sophie arrived right on time to help me with makeup. She unpacked the limited couture wedding dress worth two hundred thousand, held it up against me, and her hands trembled. "Vivian... your arms..." The dress was strapless, exposing everything below my collarbones. The muscle lines along my inner forearms were clearly visible. "Stop looking. Put on thicker concealer." Sophie bit her lip and asked no more. She applied three layers of concealer, barely covering the bruises.

My face is made up like I’m ready to walk the red carpet at the Oscars, and my wild platinum locks have been teased into loose waves beneath my veil. In this dress my father bought for me, I look and feel like a fairy-tale princess. Unlike the medieval-looking wedding gowns worn by descendants of the Brotherhood of Knights, my dress is from Vera Wang’s iconic bridal collection. The strapless draped bodice has a sweetheart neck and a swirling frothy full-length skirt which reminds me of the sea of white roses in the courtyard at home. In a matter of minutes, I’ll walk down the aisle to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man known throughout the country and Europe for his family’s wealth, power, and st

He was handsomely dressed that I couldn't help but push through with my plans. Even though I'm not sure with the feelings I have for him yet. I know I have a crush on him and I can't miss this opportunity without grabbing it. “Maybe I'm too lazy to stand up. Well, you can watch if you want,” I flirted. I was dressed in a short red strapless gown. It reaches above my thigh. I wasn't wearing a bra, I wanted him to leave so that I could carry out my plans. And if I can make him lust over me this way, it's all good then.

At 25, with her long raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves that caught the faint glow of the porch lights, emerald eyes that sparkled under streetlights like polished gems, and a body honed from years of pole dancing—curves that could make a man forget his vows—she knew she was the perfect hire for a bachelor party. The ad had been straightforward: high-end stripper for a groom's last night of freedom. No extras mentioned, but Jade had her limits. Lap dances, teasing, maybe a blowjob if the tip was fat enough. Sex? That was off the table. She reminded herself of that boundary again as she smoothed her palms down the sides of her tight red dress, feeling the way the fabric clung t

Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me." My gaze fell on the dirty hem of the wedding dress. The once pure white wedding dress now had a corner stained with obvious dirt, looking grimy. Some unknown liquid was smeared on the other side, giving off an unpleasant scent that seemed suspiciously like semen. Suppressing the urge to gag, I covered my nose and coldly asked, "What's this on the wedding dress, Mary? Are you deliberately doing this to disgust me?" Zachary's expression immediately darkened. He cut me off and said, "Why are you mak

Brielle POV I looked at myself in the mirror while walking with wide steps. smirking at myself, even though I also can't believe it is happening. I finally found a solution to escape from this so-called wedding. I'm going to run away soon, just in half an hour. "Bri, see your wedding dress arrived," Roohi said, while two girls looked like they belonged to a particular sales store, bringing a packet Then Roohi opened it and pulled out a beautiful white "Lorelei" lace-and-organza strapless gown with a corded bodice and flange wave skirt.

You say this is your child, but it's not Carwyn's? Grainne, unhappy, nodded. She carried Harry back to the dressing room, instructing the makeup artist to close the door. It turned out that the feeling of insecurity came from here. She always felt worried that her wedding would be ruined. Last time it was Nadia, this time it was Vera. But fortunately, this time the turbulence was not too big, and she could not bear to be tormented a second time. The wedding was about to start, the whole hall resounded with the familiar wedding music, Grainne touched the butler's arm and stepped onto the red carpet under the eyes of everyone. The wedding dress she wore today was designed by herself. The colla

“Good, get dressed. We are running late.” I nodded and quickly changed into stripper clothes, sexy lingerie that barely covered anything. The outfit consisted of a black lace bra, matching thong, and sheer stockings held up by a garter belt. I slipped on the sky-high stilettos that made my legs look impossibly long and glamorous, though I knew they would be murdered on my feet by the end of the night.

Overall we took a lot of pictures with the party. After pictures I changed out of my wedding dress and into a dress I got for the reception. It's a white spaghetti strap dress, the top has a lace overlay. The skirt goes to the floor and has a light tulle material. We left my hair in the bun and kept my makeup the same.

But so far, he’s knocking this out of the park. I couldn’t have chosen better than this sangria-colored sexy spaghetti strap faux wrap dress with its plunging v-neckline, mid-thigh slit, and open back. I was never the traditional type of girl, and I couldn’t ever see myself in a white bridal gown. Thankfully Khalid knows that. And it wasn’t just the gown he got right. He picked out a bouquet of burgundy and red roses with black calla lilies bringing together my two favorite colors and flowers.