Stripper Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

Chione replied. "But, my queen, the bodice, it's—" Her giggle cut him off. "It's two days to my wedding, Darrow. Everything is flawless. My dress is made from cream silk embroidered with crushed rubies. I brought lace woven with gold thread from Parvara. My future husband is the Storm King. Any issues are all in your head." "Yes, my queen, of course. The dress is to your liking then?" "The hem needs to be raised. I don't want to trip down the aisle."

Either way, they came in. I was in a bigger shock when I saw them bringing in my wedding dress and other stuff for my wedding. The dress was extremely beautiful and looked extremely expensive. It was stripeless and love shaped that was going to reveal a lot. It had a flare at the bottom which made it more splendorous. The gown boasted 150 carats of diamonds adorning its bodice. It had an aesthetic eye, sewing and pattern-making skills, communication and creative skills. “Mr Carlos instructed us to prepare you for the wedding.”

Her assistant brought out a long white garment bag and unzipped it to reveal what Dante Moretti thought a wedding should look like. It wasn’t a gown. It was a statement. White silk. Sleeveless. Collarbone cut. A slit running high on the left thigh, almost to the hip. No room for underwear. No lace. No warmth. Nothing but a cold silhouette — the kind of dress you wore to be looked at. Owned. Branded. “He requested you wear your hair up,” the stylist said, pinning my braid into a tight knot. “No lipstick. No perfume. Just the necklace.”

I wasn’t going to take him for granted though although I will rub it in his face. “She is stubborn, I agree” Gunner added causing me to roll my eyes. I noted that he didn’t call my mom like before and I was thankful for it, and yes like him I wasn’t going to thank him to his face so he wouldn’t take me e for granted. Petty? I don’t care! For fun’s sake, I had pick the most sexy wedding gown there. It was a silky dress that had a spaghetti hand and a very low cut coupled with a dangerously high slit…this was enough t have their jaws drop.

I headed towards the limo while everyone went behind the church for the wedding reception. "You look amazing," I complimented Min Jun while the dressmaker removed the cape and detached the bottom of my dress revealing a thigh-length dress. "Thank you and wow," Min Jun said gapping at my new dress. "I needed to cut the cost, so I got one dress for the reception and the wedding, brilliant right?" I asked Min Jun. "Brilliant and stunning," He said, took my hand, and made me twirl.

And took me to some room. After getting changed in the bridal gown, the hairdresser did my hair and left. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring how beautiful I looked. I was wearing a purple shade dress, with a white lace overlay on top. It was strapless, and had a slit up the side. I wore black heels, which made me feel taller than usual. The dress was tight enough to show off all of my curves. My makeup was light so I could be more comfortable, but I did wear red lipstick that stood out like the cherry on top. But there was still something missing. It's me being happy about the wedding. There wasn't a smile on my face.

She sighed with admiration, "This wedding dress is so beautiful, I'm totally in love with it. Charlie, thank you for everything you've done for me. I can't wait to wear it and be your most beautiful bride!" Meanwhile, Charlie's eyes widened as he beheld the dazzling spectacle of the wedding dress. His heart pounded with apprehension, knowing that this would spell disaster. He wasn't oblivious— he could see that the dress was anything but cheap. Adorned with countless sparkling rhinestones and crafted from luxurious fabric, he estimated it would add at least $15,000 to his bill. It was going to cost him a fortune!

A certainty blossomed that he would adore this choice. The wedding gown draped gracefully, nearly sleeveless, with a delicate lace strap gracing my shoulders. The bodice, a soft beige canvas, was adorned with intricate white lace, each stitch adorned with glistening beads. A gentle V-cut enhanced my upper body, exuding an understated sensuality. The bodice gently embraced my chest before cascading into a flowy, ethereal expanse around my waist. From either side, the dress flared, revealing intricate lacework that mirrored the bodice.

Did I mention my cousin is a stripper? She thought it would be adorable if all her bridesmaids looked like they’d just stepped of the damn stage. The only thing this wedding was missing is some stripper poles and dollars in our G-strings—the ones that are painfully obvious through our short, see-through dresses. I’ve never had so many male eyeballs on me at one time, and I hope to never experience it again.

Nobody could think that she was the same person who made the drunken crowd whistle and go wild with her performances. She got ready within minutes and changed into the skimpy outfit for the night. It was more lingerie and less of a dress. The bright pink dress that ended just below her underwear had big holes everywhere. The only things hidden were her private parts. That too, because she had requested a moderate dress from Laura. That was the most moderate dress that could be found among the hundreds of other outfits for the strippers. The club took stripping part of the business very seriously. She wore black stilettos and started doing her makeup. It required the strippers to do their mak