Rey Kanata is a senior in high school, a girl from the city who just moved into the country life surrounding Mishawaka, IN. When she takes a class in Agricultural Science as the only elective needed in order to graduate, her life changes irrevocably...
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"Fishnets?" Rey grumbled, quirking her lip at the undergarment packet that Rose handed over. "You're kidding me right?"
"Why not?" Rose countered, shrugging her shoulders. "You never said what kind to bring other than they had to be black, and I bought an extra pair when I got mine to keep for a backup. It's Halloween. Not prom."
"Well, yeah," Rey replied slowly, scrunching her nose. "But – fishnets?"
Rose rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Oh, come on Rey! Don't be such a prude. They're exactly what you need to add that little seductiveness to your costume," she affirmed, motioning a hand toward the dress that Rey was wearing. "You're already playing it safe with a skirt that stops above your knees. I think you can afford to work with me this one time. Besides," she winked and grinned, "where's your sense of living dangerously?"
If you only knew, Rey remarked to herself. If dating her teacher wouldn't classify as her high-tailing it through that so-called 'danger zone' in life, then she would be at a loss for words.
Of course, there may have been some truth to Rose's accusation, considering Rey did make Sabine cart her around from one store to another for an entire afternoon in search for that perfect outfit and came out empty-handed. So when Sabine finally offered to lend her an outfit, she was more than grateful. It was simple yet sexy in its own way, and she didn't have to worry about embarrassing herself if she were to bend over and give the school an accidental eyeful of her ass.
The dress was sleeveless with thin, black straps as part of the corset. The bodice hugged the outer swell of her breasts, providing just the right amount of cleavage to peek out from the top to give it that evocative allure without being extreme. The front was latticed with an onyx-colored ribbon, providing a snug-fit to her torso. The white fabric covering her bust was cinched, puffing out from above the bodice.
The rest of the attire conformed to her taut figure, save for the dramatic flair at the midriff where the skirt was seamed. And black, velvety material created a damask embellishment along the bottom trim of the dress. All that was left for Rey to put on, other than the dreadful pair of stockings, was the red cape and black boots to pull the overall look, as Red Riding Hood, together.
Up until now, the only struggle was constantly needing to fix her strapless bra in what was beginning to feel like a hopeless effort from abstaining further south. What was one more annoyance to add for the night? But then this was Rose that she was trying to argue with: Mishawaka High's most famous goddess in fashion. And she had to of been the only person out of the entire student body who gained more pleasure out of pushing every button of tolerance that belonged to Principal Hux.
"You just don't want to end up in Hux's office alone," Rey teased, accepting the unopened packet from Rose. "The only thing that's innocent about your outfit is the antennae headband."
