Chapter 37: Final Plan

I had heard tales that women were notoriously slow when getting dolled up. Whoever thought that had never met any of my girls. By six-thirty all of us were gathered in my apartment. Even my outfit turned out nice, but I'll save it for last.

Renée wore a gold dress that clung to her body from her breasts down. It wasn't as form fitting as some others I'll be mentioning, but it certainly showed what an hourglass figure should look like. Over her right shoulder was the only strap. The dress was cut to show off her sides and accentuate her figure even more and gold embroidery added to the delight of her almost-too-big-for-her-dress boobs. As she moved they bounced and jiggled, threatening to spill out of some opening that had to be too far away to reach. The dress reached her ankles but split along the left side as if trying to show off a single line of her entire body. There were no stockings and some seriously thin-strapped high heels made her eye level with me, and I was wearing boots (Ha, you already knew that from the previous chapter). She had used a glitter spray on her already golden hair and it sparkled as much as her dress. A touch of dark blue eye shadow brought out her sky-blues brilliantly; gold lipstick to match the dress and hair, and a touch more of the glitter on her cheeks. I felt like I was looking at a golden statue in her honor. Not a bad idea.

Erin reverted back to black, but not the same dress she wore the night we had dinner. This one looked more like a long tube top that hugged her from the chest down. Unlike Renée, she wasn't big enough to spill, but it looked like it. Her dress had no shoulder straps and a simple yank of the front would have her nipples meeting the cool apartment air instantly. She almost looked like she spread something over her skin to slip into the dress because the tops of her breasts shone like they had been buttered up. I wouldn't mind tasting her to find out, but we were on a tight schedule, maybe later. The black of the straight lined dress stopped at mid hip. Without the see-through skirts that swished about her legs, she would have been showing cleavage on both ends. I wanted to make sure they were covered and she let me check. Black lace panties covered her front, but the back revealed the thong that they were. No stockings, but her shoes were black gloss pumps that finished the outfit nicely. Her hair was up again, showing her delicate neck to add to the skin above the dress. Dark grey eye shadow made the green more like deep emeralds and red as blood lipstick stood out in stark contrast to her skin and the dress.

Nadia wore the same mouthwatering tan top with the promised longer skirt. However, the skirt hung on her hips like some popular jeans. The cut of the dress and the way she wore it, made it longer in the back than the front. Like a circle dress but the opening for her waist was off center. It still displayed her magnificent legs and gave her skin a darker complexion than I knew she actually had. The tan jacket was light but with the Texas sun still out, she was holding it folded over one arm. She wore a pair of high-heeled boots that came up to mid calf. Her thick wavy hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, framing a face that could launch a thousand rockets. It had certainly launched mine.

Jeri still wore the white dress she had on earlier. Considering she knew how to make it look good even if it were a simple white button up blouse and business like skirt, watching her just standing there looking back at me was enough. She was hot in her own right.

Yvonne was spectacular. A simple black dress with spaghetti straps showcased her cleavage. The dress didn't hang on her correctly because of the way her breasts stood at attention from her slim upper body. So an amber sash held it to her waist and her hips took care of the rest. Black stockings gave her already marvelous legs more curve and a pair of amber slim-strap heels finished it off. I hadn't had the time to paint her toe nails as I had promised but then the color she had worn had been removed and someone had provided amber for her tips. Her lips were still the soft red though and they smiled when I saw how she looked after coming out of the bathroom. A touch of eye-liner and just a hint of blush gave her face that pristine look. Her long straight hair hung loose and she had tried to hide behind it when she caught me staring initially, but I pushed it back to let her see how much I appreciated the sight of her.

Tabitha's lithe form was piqued by her dress. I thought it was a bit short at first, but she assured me that she had worn dresses like it often. It was hot pink with purple embroidery running along her curves, accentuating her form and even drawing attention to her cleavage with subtle arrows pointing right at it on the curves of her breasts. Again, there were no straps but she wasn't that top heavy. If Erin could keep herself from falling out, I was sure Tabitha could. Her hair was pulled up only to fall back down from the small bun on top of her head. It was like the design of the bun couldn't accommodate the volume of hair she had, but it worked. Purple eye shadow matched the embroidery in her dress and pink lipstick to match the heat of the dress. All I could think of was, "Wow."

Chloe donned the leather outfit in scrumptious delight. She even wore a leather thong under her skirt of straps. The top was apparently meant to look small because it tightened down on her torso and made her breasts bulge. Her smaller torso made her breasts look so much bigger than they were, and I wondered, in effect, if one of her fabulous mounds could even fit in one of my hands. The skirt moved with a weight born of each individual strap and it stayed in place, unless someone or something moved it. Chloe seemed to have a knack for keeping herself covered in it, so I was okay with it. Her legs were encased in thigh-high leather boots. As much skin as she was already brandishing, I approved. She wore her hair up but I didn't see the collar. When I asked about it she asked me to put it on her. She mumbled something about not being able to get it herself. I wondered if it meant something more to her by having me put it on. I didn't ask. She beamed once it was in place. Somehow, it just looked right on her, especially in that outfit. She tried to get me to put a thin leather leash on her but I vetoed that and once again explained that I didn't want anyone thinking she was anyone's pet. I let her know that in our personal play using it would be okay with me though.