Friday writing prompt: Dressing Up

[Rob_Royale]

I’ve started turning last week’s vignette into a short story

It is the one downside to selling my work outside Lit. Although I am focusing on stories I'm into and enjoying, I cannot let myself get sidetracked (squirrel! ) by every little fun idea like I used to.

 

[SoCalAshley]

Ashley stood before her full-length mirror, adjusting the red lace bra that barely contained her generous boobs. At 35, she'd learned that confidence was way sexier and more important than the dress you wore, but tonight was special, so she picked the little black number hanging in the back of the closet door that would assure her success.

"Tonight's the night," she whispered to her reflection, adjusting her dress so her tits hung perfectly under it. "Mark's getting lucky, whether he knows it yet or not."

She was not wearing panties, and she admired how the lace hugged her ass. The man she was meeting had been texting her for weeks with increasingly suggestive messages about what he'd like to do to her. Ashley had played coy, but tonight, she was ready to collect.

A spritz of perfume between her breasts, a swipe of red lipstick, and she was ready. She grabbed her purse, pausing to check her reflection one last time. The woman staring back was a predator dressed as prey, and she couldn't wait to see the look on Mark's face when he realized he'd been hunting someone who was more than happy to be caught.

One last look and a wicked grin, she headed out the door. "Let the games begin."

 

[EmilyMiller]

It is the one downside to selling my work outside Lit. Although I am focusing on stories I'm into and enjoying, I cannot let myself get sidetracked (squirrel! ) by every little fun idea like I used to.

I think I’d hate that, TBH.

 

[anthrodisiac]

Maise held the bottle in her hand, felt its weight, its heft. Weird thing for a client to request, but who was she to deny her clients?

"So, you wanted some dressing up?" she asked, just to be sure.

The woman, regal and stoic, nodded at Maise's reflection, and, with a sniff, said, "Of course. The ball is tonight, and I absolutely can't be seen not dressing up, now can I?"

Maise unscrewed the lid and started to tilt it. "You're... sure?"

"Don't dither, girl, I have places to be, people to-"

Maise dumped the salad dressing onto the woman's head.

The noblewoman shrieked and batted away the bottle. "What on Earth are you doing?!"

"You said you wanted dressing up... I got the nice kind. Marzetti."

The woman snatched the bottle from Maise and shook it at the shrinking serving girl. "You oaf! You know what this means, right?"

"No..." Maise whimpered.

"Young lady... I'm going to have to give you a dressing down!"

 

[EmilyMiller]

Maise held the bottle in her hand, felt its weight, its heft. Weird thing for a client to request, but who was she to deny her clients?

"So, you wanted some dressing up?" she asked, just to be sure.

The woman, regal and stoic, nodded at Maise's reflection, and, with a sniff, said, "Of course. The ball is tonight, and I absolutely can't be seen not dressing up, now can I?"

Maise unscrewed the lid and started to tilt it. "You're... sure?"

"Don't dither, girl, I have places to be, people to-"

Maise dumped the salad dressing onto the woman's head.

The noblewoman shrieked and batted away the bottle. "What on Earth are you doing?!"

"You said you wanted dressing up... I got the nice kind. Marzetti."

The woman snatched the bottle from Maise and shook it at the shrinking serving girl. "You oaf! You know what this means, right?"

"No..." Maise whimpered.

"Young lady... I'm going to have to give you a dressing down!"

And here was me interpreting “dressing up” and a bottle quite differently

 

[liliput1]

Eew

Emily takes her back door hygiene very seriously.

 

[liliput1]

I'm too OCD to go out of sequence. I'm jealous you can. I can't even go on stairs without starting with my left foot. I totally have to do hair first, then get dressed, and then makeup. In that order. No exceptions.

I figure the draw of going out of order is spending more time naked.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Emily takes her back door hygiene very seriously.

Yes she does, I’m nothing if not thorough.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I figure the draw of going out of order is spending more time naked.

In the vignette, it was more wanting to be ready to go once dressed, rather than then attending to cosmetics.

 

[liliput1]

“Hey babe? Can you come in here and talk about the trip?”

She’s been to Edinburgh before. I’ve been to Edinburgh before. Twice. I’m not sure what we need to plan, this should be more of a go with the flow thing at this point, maybe make some ticket or reservation purchases ahead of time but…

She’s wearing that shirt. The one I warned her gaps in the front when she leans too far forward. The one that exposes that spot on her neck, the one purpose-made for my teeth. She starts talking about activities before I can start an activity of my own.

I brace one arm against the back of the chair and learn over her to listen. She’s wearing that expensive perfume we bought on our last trip, the one we save for special occasions. Focus, man. She’s animated about something but I just keep peeking at cleavage I’ve seen a thousand times before. I should have bought her this shirt in three colors when it was still in shops.

She’s showing me things. Both on the screen and elsewhere. I’m saying okay a lot, because I’m not really listening. I’ll have to hide my surprise on the trip because I’ve got no idea what she just got me to agree to, even though I’m pretty sure this was her plan all along. I’m just trying to get to the end so we can move this conversation to the bed. Her desk isn’t really up to the task, unfortunately.

That sorted, I scoop her up. I don’t know what we are going to do or even if I just agreed to Frankfurt or Antarctica instead of Edinburgh. But I know we’re packing this outfit and a sampler vial of that perfume even if I have to put it in my bag.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I think I’d hate that, TBH.

As I said it's a tradeoff. But happily, it's not much of an issue, most of the time. By nature, I'm project focused. And my erotic interests are popular with a decent portion of the readership so I'm getting paid for stories I would write anyway. Creating covers has become a wonderful new interest and I've had to buy and learn how to use PaintShopPro to create something decently realistic and eye-catching. I'm sure you've seen my covers on BlueSky.
All in all, I'm glad I'm doing it.

 

[EmilyMiller]

As I said it's a tradeoff. But happily, it's not much of an issue, most of the time. By nature, I'm project focused. And my erotic interests are popular with a decent portion of the readership so I'm getting paid for stories I would write anyway. Creating covers has become a wonderful new interest and I've had to buy and learn how to use PaintShopPro to create something decently realistic and eye-catching. I'm sure you've seen my covers on BlueSky.
All in all, I'm glad I'm doing it.

Yeah - your covers look like you put effort into them for sure

 

[liliput1]

Maise held the bottle in her hand, felt its weight, its heft.

You knew exactly what you were doing there missy.

 

[EmilyMiller]

You knew exactly what you were doing there missy.

 

[anthrodisiac]

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More evidence that I'm not photogenic.

 

[EmilyMiller]

More evidence that I'm not photogenic.

It’s not your best side…

 

[TarnishedPenny]

From my Past, Present and Future Ch 6

…

I normally don’t wear high heels, especially not stilettos. I know they’re not good for a girl’s back or hips and I know my limitations as to stability and balance. But, let’s be honest, there are few things that make good legs look better than a nice pair of heels.

Black, with black ankle straps and slender silver toe straps, I loved the way they stretched out my calves, tightened my bum and make my legs look almost endless. No, they weren’t Guccis or Jimmy Choos, but they weren’t cheap, either; it’d taken me a long time looking at them, trying them on, looking at myself in the store mirror, before I'd decided. Thinking about that now, I smiled just a little.

When I’d agreed to be Tony’s sugar-baby, I’d resolved to give him value for his money.

I pulled a small bottle from my purse. Perfume tends to either be cheap and brazen or else subtle and very expensive. This had not been cheap; it was something I would never have dreamed of pre-Tony. I put my fingertip over the mouth of the bottle, turned it over quickly, touched a scent-laden finger to the inside of my wrists, behind my earlobes, my throat and my cleavage, behind my knees. I paused, almost blushed at the thought —Blushing twice in one day, Stephanie! Who’d have thought you could have retained any shyness?  — and put another touch on either side of my sex and one at the top of my bum crease.

Taking the black thigh-high stockings from their package, I smiled at the feel of the slippery material. Real silk was something I hadn’t been able to afford pre-Tony, either. Sitting down, I drew them over my legs, smiled at feeling of silk flowing over my skin, smoothed them out, checked them for wrinkles and straightness. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt my tummy tighten a little at the way they emphasized the soft bareness of my thighs above them.

Bending over, I strapped on the shoes, stood up and took another glimpse in the mirror. The heels made my legs look simply amazing.

I looked for a moment at the ring he’d given me the night I agreed to be his sugar-baby, ran a fingertip over the solitaire diamond, the symbol of our arrangement. I considered leaving the gloves off, keeping it uncovered, but they were thin; it would be visible. Being careful not to snag the material, I pulled the glove over my left hand, tugged and smoothed it up into place up to my elbow. The right glove was easier.

I ran a brush through my hair, straightened my necklace and did a last check of my makeup. I pulled my shoulders back, smiled as my boobs shifted. I thumbed my nipples gently, smiled again as they stiffened a little.

Heels, stockings, gloves, necklace - in the mirror, I was centerfold-ready.

I started a reasonably good strut down the hall, my shoulders back and straight, my head up and my brightest smile on my face. The low click-click-click of stiletto heels on stone floor was distinctive.

Tony was still focused on his homework when I came into the room. His head came up, his attention searching for the unfamiliar sound. I put a little more sway into my hips.

He spun in his chair, turned to look at me. For the first time, I saw Tony diRossi disconcerted. I did a model’s end-of-runway turn in front of him, posed with my hip thrust out, hand on hip, awaiting his inspection.

“Every girl likes to dress up once in a while, Tony!” I grinned. "You like?"

 

[anthrodisiac]

It’s not your best side…

You can ask some of my partners what my best side is

In case you're not sure, it's the side that has my cloaca.

 

[liliput1]

You can ask some of my partners what my best side is

In case you're not sure, it's the side that has my cloaca.

Do you hear that, Neo? That is the sound of

…inevitability.

 

[AStrangeDesire]

I pull the suit out of the closet, the leather always feels so damn heavy when I reach for it, but it's necessary.

It's been a while since I've worn it, the smell hits me, the rawness of it, mixed with a hit of sweat. There have been so many fun times wearing it. Some downright... illegal.

But, I can't dawdle, she's waiting. I slide in, wiggling to make things fit, when it's been a while the fit always seems off, the elbows and knees in the wrong spot, the zippers not wanting to close properly. I made sure to double-check the little 'vents' to make sure they were closed. Then I slip into the boots and grabs the gloves and other bits.

I walk to the front door, stiffly, because the boots really aren't made for walking, and step outside.

She's already there, next to my motorbike, helmet in hand and grinning.

"Common, it's such a nice day, I can't wait!" she says, making me grin.

We're going to have a such a fun ride, and I'm sure we'll break a few laws while we're at it.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Do you hear that, Neo? That is the sound of

…inevitability.

I think we need a reboot with Agent Smith’s niece in it…

 

[liliput1]

From my Past, Present and Future Ch 6

…

I normally don’t wear high heels, especially not stilettos. I know they’re not good for a girl’s back or hips and I know my limitations as to stability and balance. But, let’s be honest, there are few things that make good legs look better than a nice pair of heels.

I’ve always liked women wearing flats. It tells me they are serious about their health. I also am serious about their health and that seems like something we could perhaps collaborate on. Teamwork makes the dream work.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I’ve always liked women wearing flats. It tells me they are serious about their health. I also am serious about their health and that seems like something we could perhaps collaborate on. Teamwork makes the dream work.

She wears high heels / I wear sneakers / She’s cheer captain and / I’m on the bleachers

 

[liliput1]

She wears high heels / I wear sneakers / She’s cheer captain and / I’m in the bleachers

I hate you so… much right now.

Just because someone’s asking for it doesn’t mean you have to dish it out, Em. There’s denial and stuff. It exists.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I hate you so… much right now.

Just because someone’s asking for it doesn’t mean you have to dish it out, Em. There’s denial and stuff. It exists.

Despite being the eighth dwarf whose part was cut from Snow White as it was running long, I tend to wear flats or sensible heels most of the time.

High heels are for nice restaurants, the orchestra, or…