A new job, a new life
Stacy lay in the darkness on her bed trying to sort out everything that had happened in the last 2 weeks. She had found a way to pay her bills, and as a matter of fact get ahead on alot of the things that had been driving her crazy, but as she lay there she couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth the price she had paid to do it. Turning over with an swish as her limbs rubbed against her body Stacy moaned as she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come.
Two weeks earlier, Stacy was stressed out. She was 3 months behind in her rent, 2 months behind in her electric, phone was going to be shut off in a couple days, there was nothing but a jar of peanut butter in the cupboard, and a loaf of bread on the counter. Studying the employment section of the newspaper, Stacy really needed to find work. Scrolling down through the columns Stacy finds an ad looking for several people to model clothing for a new company starting in the city. Not really into that type of thing Stacy continues to scroll on, but finds nothing else that doesn’t require a college degree, or years of training. Scowling as she picks up the phone, Stacy decides it is better to atleast have a job, than nothing at all. Afterall if she didn’t like the job, she could just quit after she got some of her bills paid.
The phone rang twice, and a woman on the other end rambled on some long speal that Stacy didn’t even listen to. Once the woman stopped talking Stacy asked her if the jobs were still available and suddenly cheerful the voice on the other end informed her that there were still several openings. Taking Stacy’s information the woman set up an appointment for her, and as She hung up Stacy started to feel relieved. Still unsure about the job, she prepared herself to make a good impression and headed off to the interview.
Arriving at the address given Stacy almost turned around. Shaking her head, Stacy spoke to herself. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be” Laughing out loud, she continued through the gate and found a parking spot. Getting out, Stacy suddenly felt out of place, and very under dressed. Figuring that she was already there so she might as well follow through with atleast the interview, Stacy walked in through the doors under the large “World of Intimates” sign. Once inside she walked up to the receptionist desk and informed her that she was there for her interview. Looking her over, the secratary giggled slightly and told her where to go. Irritated now Stacy once again thought about leaving, but knowing she needed money as bad as she did she went on to the room she was told to. Sitting down in a chair inside the room, Stacy looked at all the other woman waiting and knew she didn’t have a chance. All of them were dressed up in dresses, heels, hose, and all primped up with makeup. Stacy on the other hand had worn her dress pants, button up blouse, work boots, and looked more like an assembly line worker.
“Stacy” the voice cut through the talking in the room, and sent a chill down her spine. Turning to look, she saw a young woman holding a clip board dressed as the others that were waiting for an interview. Standing up, she could feel all the eyes in the room on her, and felt them follow her as she picked up her purse and walked across the room. Following the woman through the door, Stacy was directed to a chair in front of a desk while the woman walked to the other side and sat down. Beginning the conversation the woman introduced herself as Trish, and explained that she was in charge of public relations. Knodding her head Stacy wished she would hurry up so she could get back to looking for a job. She already knew she wasn’t going to get this one. Noticing how uncomforable Stacy was acting Trish smiled at her and told her to relax. Then she asked if she had ever done any modeling before. Shaking her head no Stacy explained that she was a tomboy at heart, and none of this stuff really interested her. In fact the only reason she was there was that she really needed the work, and she was going to loose everything if she didn’t find any. Smiling even broader, Trish knodded, and excused herself for a minute. Once Trish left the room, Stacy fought back the tears trying to form and composed herself. Looking around the room, she noticed a camera, with a red light blinking. Staring at it, she started getting uncomfortable and figity in the chair she was sitting in. After a few minutes Trish returned holding something in her hands. Looking a bit closer Stacy could see it was a bag with something inside. After sitting back down Trish wrote something on the paper attached to the clipboard, and turned her attention back to Stacy.
“I just spoke with my boss, and he seems to think you may be one of the people we are looking for. However there are a few more things I need to ask you, and I want to give you a detailed description of what you would be doing. First off, are you a wearer of fine hosiery, or should I say pantyhose? And if not would you be willing to model a pair for a 2 hour session, where you would be making $5000.00?” Shocked Stacy just sat there calculating the money amounts in her head. After a few seconds Stacy shook her head no, “I am sorry, but I have never worn pantyhose, and never had the need to. When I was young, my mother tried to get me to wear it, but I refused, kicked screamed, and through a fit until she finally gave up. You see I had watched it consume her life, and it remained a part of her until the day she died.” Shaking her head Trish said that she understood, but as she leaned back in her chair she asked Stacy “Did you mother wear it without panties? You see that is where the attachment starts, and where it become a part of a woman that she cannot bare to break away from.” Confused Stacy leaned forward, “You mean there is knowledge about this and no one has ever stepped forward to do anything about it?” Trish uncrossed, and recrossed her legs “You got to understand Stacy, once a woman has given herself to pantyhose, the pleasure is so great that being without it is worse than a drug user being without his fix, so if this was brought to light how many people of this world would suffer so horribly? All we are asking of you is to wear and model our new pantyhose line called “Devotion”. You can wear your panties under it, and it is only for a 2 hour time frame. For that time, and service we are willing to pay you $5000.00.”
Stacy leaned forward and picked up the plastic bag from the desk. Reaching inside she pulled out the contents, which were 2 packages of pantyhose. Staring at them with doubt, and suspicion Trish piped back up “If you decide to do it, be here tomorrow with the pantyhose, upon completion of the photo shoot, you will be given a check for $5,000.00, and the option to continue working with us. The choice is now yours, I know I have been wearing pantyhose for years, and panties stopped the situation from escalating the way that you described.” Looking Trish over Stacy put the packages back in the bag and told her that she would be there tomorrow for the modeling job. Smiling Trish stood up, shook Stacy’s hand, and Welcomed her aboard the company.
After Stacy left, the other door opened and a man walked in. “So Trish, do you think we got her?” Smiling back at the man that walked in Trish shook her head “It is always the most fun converting the people that resist the most, she will be back tomorrow, and once she slides her legs into this wonderful pantyhose she will become devoted to it for the rest of her life. Panties or no panties, the end results are the same.” The man just smiled and said “That is good news, then we can proceed to the next steps and work her into the real product we are trying to sell” Trish giggled, “When are you going to let us try it?” “Soon my dear, soon...” replied the man as he walked back out the door.
Stacy was confused, she was on the verge of paying off all her bills, and having money left over, and all she had to do was wear a piece of fabric on her legs for a few hours. She was overjoyed about that, and what Trish had said made sense, but a part of her was rejecting it, telling her that it was not true. More so, if it was true, why was Trish wearing pantyhose? Then again it could be a part of her job, how can you promote something if you are not willing to use it yourself. Whatever the case, Stacy had pretty well made up her mind that she was going to do it, afterall she really needed that money. So arriving at home, and seeing the eviction notice on the door, Stacy just smiled knowing that everything would be ok the next day. And after setting her purse on the table she once again pulled the packages back out of the bag to look them over a bit closer. “Devotion” was written in big bold letters across the package, and nothing else. Pulling the sticker loose and pulling the hose out of the package Stacy was overwhelmed with an aroma of roses, and other flowers. Breathing deeply savoring the smell Stacy gently rubbed the fabric to get a sense of what it felt like, and almost shuddered from how soft and silky it felt. Smiling deviously Stacy decided to try them on now, and before she could change her mind she stripped out of her pants, socks, and shoes. Scrunching up the first leg as she had seen her mother do so many times before, stacy slid the first leg over her foot and quickly pulled it up to her knee. Repeating the process with the other leg, Stacy then worked them the rest of the way up her legs and almost cooded with excitement. Smoothing out her panties under the hose, Stacy stood in front of the mirror, and checked herself out at all angles. “Not bad, not bad at all” she said smiling from ear to ear. Unable to bring herself to remove it Stacy deicded to leave them on for a while, and continued about her day enjoying all the new sensations that she had never felt before. After dinner she flopped on the couch, watching some old movie she had seen a million times, but not really paying attention. Her attention kept getting pulled back to the wonderous sensations, and soft feeling fabric that covered her legs. Finally exhausted Stacy decided to go to bed, and she sadly peeled the hose off her legs, almost looking forward to starting her new job in the morning.
Alarm going off, Stacy sits up unsure of why. Then she remembered and quickly got up to shower, and get ready. Pulling her panties on, Stacy reached for the pantyhose and with the same excitement and longing as the day before worked them up her legs. Once on, she threw on a pair of pants, and a pair of flats, and headed out the door. Watching the sun glisten of her hosed feet, Stacy smiled, today was going to be a good day. Arriving at her new job she was hustled through the building to the modeling sets and given a wardrobe of different clothes to wear, and change into. Several hours later, Stacy thought she should be exhausted but was still full of life and ready to go. Finally finished she was told she could change back into her own clothes, and could keep the pantyhose if she would like to. Smiling Stacy knodded yes, and after getting dressed went to Trish’s office to pick up her check. Greeting her with a smile Trish handed her a check, and then asked her to sit down for a minute. “We were really impressed with your work today, and we were wondering if you would be willing to come back again tomorrow?” Stacy smiled and knodded a yes. Trish continued “However, this time will be a bit different. If you are interested you will take home a check for $10,000.00. But the catch is, this time it would be you in a bra, and no panties under the pantyhose. I know it is alot to ask, but with more risk comes more pay.” Stacy just sat there thinking. On one hand she had worn pantyhose now for 2 days, and felt no kind of need to wear it again, and as she looked down at her pretty hosed feet she couldnt help but notice how beautiful her legs and feet were in it. Then on the other hand, didn’t trish just tell her the day before not to wear it without panties?” Unsure what to say, Stacy just stared at her feet, until she heard the seductive swish of Trish’s pantyhosed legs rubbing against each other as she moved her legs. What the hell Stacy thought, how much damage could one time make. Smiling back up at Trish, she said she would do it, and with that Trish smiled even broader, and said she would be looking forward to seeing her in the morning.
After Stacy left Trish picked up her phone and dialed the head office. “Everything is going according to plan, she has already fallen but doesn’t even realize it. Yes, she is going to come back tomorrow, and yes she agreed to wear it without her panties as well.” Hanging up the phone, Trish scowled as she looked down at her own hosed legs, knowing she had become just a pawn in the the companies plans, and that she had no other options but to obey. Then she uncrossed her legs and rubbed them across each other with a swish, and her scowl slowly turned to a smile as she thought atleast it feels it makes me feel soooooo good...
The rest of the day passed as a blur. Stacy paid her bills, and put money in the bank, then even went grocery shopping afterwards. The entire time Stacy couldn’t help but daze out from all the sensations that her hosed legs were giving her, and by the time she got home she was happy with her choice of staying with the company. All through the evening and into the night Stacy remained in her hose, and even thought about sleeping in it. Shaking it off as a stupid idea, she once again sadly peeled it off her legs and threw that pair in the dirty clothes to be washed. Then Stacy lay back in her bed, and fell asleep smiling.
Waking to the alarm, Stacy got up and got ready for her second day of work. A quick shower to finish waking up, and then she was working a new pair of pantyhose up her legs without her panties. “Oh” was the only thing that Stacy could express as the hose touched her sex, and she lay back on the bed to enjoy these strange wonderful feelings. Letting her hand wander Stacy carressed her sex, and before long she was moaning in extasy. Once she climaxed she sat up head clearing and smiled. “I definitely am gonna have to do that again!” Once dressed Stacy headed out for her second day of work. Choosing a skirt this time so she could experience even more new sensations, Stacy felt like she was on cloud nine, and that nothing could bring her down. Arriving at work, even the front secratary smiled and waved her on, which made Stacy feel even more at home. Even the photo shoot went smooth, and glancing at her beautiful hosed legs Stacy felt sexier than she had felt in a long, long time.
Finally finished with the photo shoot, Stacy went to Trish’s office and got her check. Handing her a bag with her check Trish smiled and said “I thought maybe you could use these, or may need them.” Looking into the bag Stacy felt a mixture of dread, and excitement as she noticed it was filled with several pairs of pantyhose. “What do you mean need” asked Stacy as she closed the bag, but never set it down. “Oh, nothing was implyed by that I just meant it was an added bonus for such good work.” Trish lowered her eye’s towards the floor as she spoke, and Stacy began to fel uneasy. Still staring at Trish, waiting for a better answer Stacy began to feel scared. Trish looked back up, and said “All I am saying is some people find it hard just to walk away from pantyhose after they have tried it, these are just to help if you need to ween yourself off.” Concerned but still trying to play it cool, because Stacy still felt that she could just peel them off her legs and stop she knodded and said ok. Getting back to business Trish asked Stacy if she would like to do another photo shoot in a week for the companies new “Devotion” body stockings. Trish went on to say that it would include another check for $10,000.00. Stacy smiled because she knew she was still needed, and the extra money would be nice to have as well. Filling her in on the details Trish told Stacy to return in a week to get the body stocking and she would do the photo shoot the next day.
Leaving Stacy went to the bank, deposited the check, and decided to go shopping. Browing through several stores Stacy found herself buying dresses, skirts, heels, almost everything that she would never buy any other time. Going back home with her purchases she kicked back, and spent the day lounging around once again enjoying the wonderful sensations from her pantyhose, and never once considering the fact she still wasn’t wearing any panties. Into the wee hours of the morning Stacy lay on her couch carressing her own legs, and rubbing her feet together. Finally deciding to go to bed, Stacy sat on the edge of her bed getting ready to peel the hose off, but remembering the experience from earlier she let her hand wander to her sex, and before long she was working it with reckless abandon. Hitting a climax unlike any she had before she lay there panting, sizzling her legs across each other, and before she knew it drifted off to sleep.
Waking to the warm sun drifting across her body, Stacy rolled over and as her legs glided across each other she realized what she had done. Fear and panic took over and Stacy sat up peeling the hose off her legs as quickly as possible. Laying them down on the bed, Stacy sat there wondering if she had worn it too long. Feeling normal, and like she was still in control, Stacy got up and started wandering the house wondering what she was going to do that day. Deciding to take the day to lounge around, and do nothing Stacy smiled. It was a good feeling, knowing that she didn’t have to do anything except kick back. No worries, no stress, nothing except whatever she wanted to do. After a while Stacy began cleaning, and organizing, then she started cooking, then starting to feel a bit bored, Stacy decided to go to the video store where she rented a large amount of movies so she could spend the rest of the day just staring at the ole boob tube. Arriving back home she started the first movie, loaded up a plate with food she had cook earlier and sat down on the couch. A short time later Stacy realized something was amiss, something didn’t feel right, she felt like something was missing. Then she realized she was subconsiously rubbing her leg, and she knew what was missing. Putting it off, Stacy tried to focus on the movie but her thoughts kept wandering back to how much more comfortable she could be. “Oh, why not” Stacy told herself and after pausing the movie she wandered to her room, rummaged through the gift bag choosing a new pair of pantyhose to wear. Pulling off her pants, she sat there trying to decide whether or not to leave her panties on. After a few minutes of thoughts on her experiences she pulled off her panties and slid the hose on. Already feeling more relaxed Stacy spent some time enjoying the sensations again, and then returned to the living room to continue watching movies. Through the rest of the day, Stacy relished in every sensation it offered, and even pleasured herself several times as well. Deep into the night Stacy enjoyed it, and when she finally decided to go to bed she lay down and the thought of removing the one thing that scared her the most never crossed her mind.
Waking the next morning, Stacy stretched and as her legs sizzled together she smiled. She knew she was still in control, so there was no need to panic. Getting up Stacy spent the morning in her robe and hose and finally decided to get herself motivated. Stripping down and getting in the shower Stacy was pleased with herself. She had control over the pantyhose, and she could stop whenever she wanted to. Getting out of the shower, she dried off and slowly pulled her hose back up her legs. Choosing one of the new dresses she had boughten she put on a new pair of heels as well and went out for a day on the town. Later she returned, with more bags of goodies she had bought, and spent the rest of the day and night the same way. In fact for the rest of the week Stacy only knew a few minutes of time each day out of her pantyhose. But that was ok, Stacy knew, she was in control, and could stop any time she wanted to.
Returning to work to pick up her body stocking Stacy was excited. After a week of wearing pantyhose almost 24 hours a day, Stacy wanted to know how much better it could feel with the hose touching 3/4 of her body. The thought of it, sent shivers down her spine and Stacy rubbed one of her hosed legs cooing with excitement. Besides she needed to talk to Trish about getting some more pantyhose, being that her stash was getting low, and “Devotion” had not hit the store shelves yet. In through the front door, heels clicking as she walked Stacy rushed back to Trish’s office. Opening the door Stacy saw someone else sitting in her chair. Stammering Stacy said “Oh, I am so sorry. I was looking for Trish”. Smiling up at her a man replyed back “Its ok, Stacy right? I saw on Trish’s schedule you were supposed to be here today.” Confused Stacy asked what happened to Trish. “Well Trish had to be let go, she had a sudden change in position about how things were run here. So we are still picking up the pieces, and looking for someone to take her place.” Stacy looked the man over carefully, and held back her tongue. “Am I still needed for the body stocking photo shoot tomorrow? Stacy asked, “And would the be any way you might be able to hook me up with more of the “Devotion” pantyhose?” The man just smiled and replyed “So you like our new line?” Stacy knodded vigorously “Well I don’t have anymore up here in the office, but I do have your body stocking for the photo shoot tomorrow. I can arrange for you to get some more of the pantyhose tomorrow if you need it” he said. Noticing how the man had put alot of effort into the word need, Stacy started getting nervous, and realized what had actually taken place for the last week. Suddenly she wondered if she really was in control...
Taking the package with the body stocking in it from the guy behind the desk, Stacy left the room and headed back to her car. Arriving at the door someone walked in front of her stopping her from unlocking it. Looking up Stacy saw it was Trish. She looked aweful, and had a wild look in her eyes. Thrown back, Stacy just stood there staring, and Trish spoke up “I am so sorry if I startled you, I hope you can help me, please help me. Do you have any more of the pantyhose I gave you? I need no I have got to have a pair, PLEASE!” Stacy watched as Trish’s eyes diverted down to her legs, and she started twitching like a junkie. Reaching into her purse, Stacy pulled out her last pair, and started handing them to Trish. Licking her lips, and eyes going wild Trish grabbed the package and turned to run off. Putting a hand on Trish’s shoulder to stop her Stacy asked if she was ok. Trish looked up with the saddest eyes Stacy had ever seen, “Stop wearing it now if you can, I can’t, it hurts too bad to stop. I am sorry, I got to go” and before Stacy could react Trish took off across the lot and was gone.
All upset, and scared Stacy got into her car and went home where she quickly stripped out of her clothes and peeled the pantyhose off her legs. For 10 minutes she sat there wondering what was going to happen, and nothing did. Throwing on her robe she went into the den and got on the computer trying to find out anything she could about the company she worked for, but found nothing other than what she already knew. Giving up Stacy spun around in her chair and tried to decide what to do next. Without warning, and sensation started coursing through her body. Almost like an ich that needed to be scratched. Soon her entire lower body started feeling that way, and no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to stop it. After a little while Stacy started noticing a small twitch in her movements, and as the minutes ticked by she felt it getting worse. Lower body iching and burning, body twitches, and spasms Stacy was freaking out. Suddenly it hit her, suddenly Stacy had her answer, replaying the entire situation from work, she recalled how Trish was acting, and Stacy knew. Stubbornly Stacy tried to hold out, but after another 30 minutes Stacy could take no more. Rushing back to her room, she pulled the hose up her legs, and into place. Laying back on the bed Stacy wimpered and cried praying for the torture to stop, and after a short time it slowly started fading away. Finally able to function Stacy sat up and cursed the very pantyhose that she had admired not even a couple hours ago. Gently rubbing her hand across the fabric, and rubbing her feet together her mind began to accept it, and a few minutes later Stacy embraced her new life.
A few hours later Stacy decided to try on her new body stocking that she needed to wear for work the next day. Still wearing her pantyhose Stacy pulled it out of the package and admired the wonderful thing of beauty. Looking at the arms of it she could see that there were fingers made into it so a person could have full use of them, and that the crotch had been removed so a person could use the bathroom without having to remove it. Excited, and overwhelmed with emotion Stacy stripped out of her robe and hose, and quickly worked the body stocking up and over her body. “Oh god” was the only thing Stacy could say as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fell back on the bed. Hours later Stacy sat back up and looked at herself. Getting up out of the bed she stood in front of her mirror and gazed upon her body that had a beautiful pantyhose sheen to it. Slowly a smile crossed her face and she went back to her bed. Reaching up to start taking it off, Stacy mangaed to get it about half way off before she realized that she was beginning to burn and ich really bad. Knowing the reason why Stacy pulled the body stocking back up and almost immediately felt better.
For a while Stacy just sat there, trying to understand how she had gotten to this point. Almost 2 weeks ago she would never wear a pair of pantyhose, and the thought of it repulsed her so much that she hated the very sight of it. Now here she sat on her bed, unable to remove it from her body, knowing it had complete control of her, and there was nothing she could do. Turning off the light, she lay down and for a while rubbed herself taking in everything it had to offer. Then turning over with a sizzle as her limbs rubbed against each other Stacy fell asleep.
Waking to the alarm, Stacy got up and went to work. After a few hours of a photo shoot, she went Trish’s old office to pick up her check. Taking a few minutes to talk with the man there, Stacy was offered Trish’s old job sinse there wasn’t much more modeling Stacy could do wearing the same body stocking all the time. A steady, and healthy paycheck was offered, and a steady supply of “Devotion” body stockings was offered, and benefits. Stacy smiled, and knodded her head yes, afterall how could she say no to the wonderful thing that changed her life. Still smiling as she left the office, Stacy headed home and started her new life.