Job Offer | tight leather, boots, jeans, catsuit fetish story

Part I – dressing

 It was a beautiful and sunny day. Karen had showered. Her make-up was already applied. She always did it first as it was too difficult afterwards.

 All she had to do next was dressing up. She was going for leather. Totally. She started by putting on her leather panties, made of soft black leather with a satin liner. Same thing for her soft leather bra. For the rest, there was an order and she had to follow it carefully.

 The first item was a leather bodysuit with long sleeves and high neck. She put her feet into the leg holes and pulled it up to her waist, but stopped there. Getting the arms in the sleeves was for later. She put the pair of shiny black leather jeans and loosely pulled them up her legs. Just that showed that the jeans were going to be a very tight fit. Then she picked up a pair of knee high lace-up platform boots. They were black and made out of find kid leather. The platform was 1.5 inches high, and the heel 6.5 inches. Sitting, she rolled up her leather jeans legs, put the boots on and laced them up to half height. Going higher was difficult by the tight leather jeans. She got up, pulled down the jeans to the boots and sat back before finishing the lacing. She did it very tight. She liked the pressure on her feet and lower legs. Once that done she pulled up again at the jeans and hang them loose. On the desk, she took elbow length black shiny kid leather gloves. She put them on. It was difficult since they were very tight. Each finger had to be put in individually, pulling the tight leather in place. Then she stretched it to her shoulders, pulling and rubbing her hands over them to remove any wrinkles. They were so tight that she found it difficult to bend her elbows. She smiled. That was how she liked them.
 
      She took the bodysuit and fed her arms through the sleeves. Again, everything was very tight and she had to wiggle her arms into place. There were no wrist zippers, and the hands stuck there until, a fraction of an inch at a time, it went through the tiny hole. She lifted the bodysuit around her shoulders and grabbed the steel zipper, hanging at her crotch. The zipper went from the crotch up to the high collar. She pulled on the zipper. It was amazing it was even closing, the two sides being so far apart. She expelled all the air in her lungs and sucked her stomach in before pulling on the zipper large ring. The bodysuit closed, compressing her body in a tight layer of fine leather. The waist portion of the bodysuit was lightly boned to give a little extra support. She stopped when the zipper reached her breasts.

 Carefully, she bent just enough to grab the leather jeans and pulled on them. They too were extremely tight. She had to wiggle, twist and jump in place to get them all the way up. She grabbed the large ring of the jeans zipper and pulled it up. She felt the jeans getting tighter around her buttocks and hips, up to the high waist. At that point, she had three layers of tight leather around her waist. She smiled as she ran her leather-covered finger over her leather covered body, sending shimmering waves. Everything was smooth. There was not s single wrinkle. She removed the big rings from the jeans zipper and grabbed the bodysuit one.

      She pulled it over her breast. The moulded cups engulfed her breasts to perfection. She stopped below the throat, leaving the high collar up. She removed the large ring. They were there only to help her getting the garment on. She walked to the mirror. The sight satisfied her. She turned to see all sides. It was a prefect fit. Her body looked as if it was made of fine shiny black leather. She was all in black, and she knew she needed some color, so she picked a bright red leather jacket, bolero style, with tight sleeves and put it on. She now had three layers of tight leather on her arms that were hardly bending, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it and she liked the look.
A last look in the mirror, a last check on her long curly brown hairs, floating on her shoulders She re-touched her make-up and went. After all, she had an appointment. It’s not everyday you get an interview for a new job.

Part II – The trip.

 She got out of the house and locked the door. Walking on the concrete sidewalk made her heels click loudly. Her neighbors were out of sight. She had an isolated house not very far from the city. Even if she had close by neighbors, she couldn’t care less about what they would think. She reached the van in the driveway, opened the door and climbed in. The seats were leather and her jeans slid easily on them. The sitting was the difficult part as the jeans were almost too tight for that, and that was not counting the bodysuit. She fastened the seatbelt and she was off.
      She didn’t noticed how strange it was to drive with high heels. She was used to. She hadn’t worn anything else for years. So long in fact that she was unable to lay her feet flat on the ground.

      And off she went, heading for the city and the heavy traffic. With each turn of the wheel, with each movement, she could hear the creaking of the leather, either her arms, or her feet, or her thighs sliding on the van seat. The smell of leather filled her sinuses. She liked that.

      She found the address and drove in the parking lot. There were a few spaces left in the visitors section, so she parked there. She got out and walked to the main entrance door, her heels clicking on the pavement, the leather creaking with every move. Just the sound was attracting attention of various workers working around. The sight was catching them.

      She entered the building and headed for the secretary's desk, which looked at her with surprises eyes.

"May I help you? She asked."

"Yes, I’m Karen. I’m here for the marketing VP job interview."

The secretary looked surprised. Karen handed her the invitation letter.

"Very well, miss, just take a seat."

"Thank you."

      She clicked her way to the row of chairs on the other side of the room, where two more women were sitting. The one sitting at the far end looked casual with polyester pants and a nice shirt. Not bad looking at all. She was in her early twenties with blond hairs floating on her shoulders. She had moderate fashion platform shoes. Karen smiled at her, and she returned the smile with a quick look up/down at Karen's clothes. Just a slight reaction. Two seats closer to Karen’s was the image of the perfect management personnel: hairs tightly tucked in the back of the head, small glasses, a strict marine jacket over a white blouse, knee length pencil skirt, dark stocking and flat ugly looking shoes. She appeared to have over 40 years old, although it was obvious that she was in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She wanted to look more mature. Karen smiled at her, but what she got back in return was a disgusted grin. Karen didn’t remark and sat down.
The blue suited woman turned toward her with her nose up.

"I don’t think the job is for a hooker, she said with a high pitch tone."

"Good" answered Karen, "being a hooker is not part of my resume." she said with a smile."

      The woman opened and closed her mouth, not adding a work. The young blonde muffled a laugh.
     
"If you think that looking like a hooker will get you the job, you’re mistaking. You do not fit the profile," added the woman.

"Ah, and you think that a dull pig headed person like you will get it? Just to end that discussion, with my resume there was only a picture of my face. I’m here because of my credentials and reference. Not because the way I look. The way I choose to dress do not affect my performance."

"Well…"

The secretary interrupted.

"Mrs. Goodwill, Mr. Grand is ready to see you."

"We’ll see who get the job, she said, leaving for the office."

"You’re right. I’ll send you my business card, answered Karen."

 The woman, surprised by that answer, turned around quickly to reply but tripped on the carpet and almost ended face first on Mr. Grand’s door, as he was opening it. Karen and the blonde coughed their laugh.

      They kept silence. Then after five minutes, the blonde approached Karen of a few seats.

"I’m sorry, but I just have to ask. Why have you dressed like that?"

      Although the question was dry and direct, she was right.

"It’s not the best way to dress for an interview, she continues."

"No need to by sorry to ask. I came dressed like that because I simply dress like that all the time. I enjoy it. Why dress the ways other like it if you don’t like it?"

"Well, because you’ll get more accepted."

"So what? I started dressing like that at home, hiding from public view. Then I would go to work, dressed the way I was expected to, then go home and change to what I liked. One day I said enough. Why couldn’t I wear what I like all the time? So this is it. I like it, I wear it."

"But don’t you get looked at? Pointed at?"

"Yes, but I don’t care. I think about myself, not about others, and I don’t give a damn about regulation clothing. Like you for example. Giving the choice to wear whatever you liked for that interview, would you have chosen the same outfit? Be honest."

"Well, probably not. I have something else I would rather wear, but not for an interview, and probably not in… public."

"Why?"

"Because it wouldn’t be… proper."

"You see, that’s exactly how I don’t think anymore. I don’t care if it’s proper or not. I do it."

"You have an interesting way of seeing things, she said. But I think that Mrs. Perfect here is going to win the bid."

"It all depends on her credentials. By the way, I’m Karen."

"I’m Lynda," answered the blonde offering her hand.

      On that, the door opened and the blue lady walked out, her nose up in the air, sure to have the job. Mr. Grand had a look at the two women still seating and had wide eyes for Karen.

"Miss Karen, it’s your turn," said the secretary.

"Errr. I’m sorry, but I think that Lynda was here before me."

"Yes, but I was in very early, quickly answered Lynda. My appointment is the last."

“Very well. See you later," said Karen getting up in a large leather creaking noise and clicking her way to Mr. Grand’s office. “Think about what I said, Lynda.”

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Part III – The interview.

      The office was richly furnished. Mr. Grand invited Karen to take a seat. She sat in a large leather covered chair. The leather was dark red with gold rivets. As she sat, the creaking of all that leather joined in a rather loud symphony.

"So you’re miss Karen. I’m John Grand."

"Yes, she answered. You seem surprised."

"Well, that was not exactly the image I had of you. You have quite an impressive resume."

"Ah, and because of that resume you expected me to look more like the woman who just left?"

"For the looks, yes. As for the rest… I’ll leave it there."

"I believe you would quote me as the reverse : all content, no image."

"I have to be honest that your dressing style is a little disturbing. You did that on purpose?"

"No, I did that to get dressed."

Mr. Grand opened his mouth but she added more before he could say anything.

"I’m sorry, bad humor. Actually, I dress like that all the time, that's the only way I dress. I mean, I have different clothes, but the style is the same."

"I see. And you don’t feel odd dressed like that?"

"No, because I like it." She paused. "I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but is this a job interview for VP of marketing or on how I dress?"

"I’m… I’m sorry. I mean, your credentials are impressive and you would get the job right off the pile. To be honest, I would have given you the job without any interview, but that's the procedure, and now…"

"You have doubts because I dress in a… disturbing manner?"

"Well, your credentials are almost too good to be true, and I wonder if it’s all just a joke. I mean with these performances, why would anyone let you go? Money?"

"Well, yes it’s all true. The first company I worked for, the one that got so good results was bought by a big multinational. I didn’t fit their profile, so they lay me off."

"Fit their profile? Geesh, you draw a 200% increase in business revenues per year for 8 years. That's awesome. And you didn’t fit their profile? How come?"

She opened her arms to show how she was dressed.

"They fired you because of how you dressed? I’m sure they would have found a way."

"They tried. They even offered me a 25% raise if I would come to work as per their image. I refused."

"You refuse a 25% raise just for clothing?"

"Like I said, that’s my way of life. Money is not an issue. I made a ton of it back then, and I still have most of it. I don’t have an extravagant way of life with big mansions or fancy cars. I live my life, the way I like it, and how I dress is one of them. Plus, I had a very nice severance cheque when they laid me off. There was a clause in the contract they overlooked."

"May I ask what it was?"

"It was simple. If I was laid off simply because of my dressing habit, there was a bonus of 10 millions. Before laying me off, they sent me signed memos asking to change the way I dressed. The offer of the raise in exchange for the clothing rule was also put in writing. The contested the clause, but in front of the judge, I won."

"With all that money, you don’t really need to work, so why postulate?"

"To do something, and if I can help someone at the same time, so be it."

"What would you ask for pay?"

"How much do you think I’m worth?"

 He took a piece of paper and wrote a number on it.

"That’s fine with me."

"Wow, that’s quick. Can you start tomorrow?"

"Dressed as I am, yes."

There was a pause.

"Dou you have a problem with that?"

"I’m not sure my brother, the president, would go on with it."

"Ask him."

"He’s on vacations and won’t be back for 3 weeks. Okay, I take the plunge. Whatever you like."

"Very well then. Just put an addendum on the contract that I’m allowed to wear anything I want, as long as the results are equal or higher than what could reasonably expected. Meaning if my resume is phoney, you would be able to fire me. If not, you’re stuck with me and my clothing. Otherwise, it’s two year’s pay."

"Phil’s going to kill me for that, he said as he wrote the addendum before reprinting the contract and offering it to Karen who read it thoroughly."

"Better call my secretary to let that last one go."

"Lynda?"

"Yes, she doesn’t stand a chance anyway, she’s just out of school. Her results are impressive but no experience. She begged me to keep her name in case no one was qualified enough. She has guts though. "

"Yes, I agree with you, she has guts. May I see her file?"

Grand looked surprised.

"What for?"

"I’m gonna need an assistant, and I might consider her."

"An assistant? Sorry, but you can’t hire anybody like…"

"Relax. Here’s the deal. I told you money was not an issue. I hire her, if she fit the bill, then you give my pay check to her, without telling where it come from, of course. You have 2 employees for the price of one."

“Well, as long as it doesn’t cost me more, and I get the results."

"Same clothing clause though."

"What? What for?"

"So she could wear anything she wants."

"It looks like a set-up. You know each other?"

"Not before a few minutes ago. Now what do you say? Yes or no?"

"Okay, he said with a sigh. I’m dead. Better bring in results." he said looking straight in the eyes.

She smiled.

"Don’t worry. I will. We will."

"Can you use your phone and feed the interview in another room? Not to raise any suspicion, I’ll ask you for a phone on my way out. Not a word on the fact that I have the job."

"No problem, he said."

      They signed the contract and shook hands. Then he accompanied her to the door. She asked for a phone and he indicated a nearby room where she went, her leather creaking and her heels clicking. Grand closed the door, setup the phone then called Lynda in.

 The interview went very well, and Grand was quite impressed by Lynda’s answers. It was thorough and extensive. Much longer than the others he had done with Mrs. Goodwill or Karen. Lynda was the first surprised, but glad. It gave her a lot of experience, and she felt proud of herself. She surprised herself imagining that she was doing the interview wearing her outfit. She suddenly felt so confident.

 After she was gone, Karen and John Grand met again.

"Impressive, I must say, said Grand."

"A nice addition to our staff, said Karen."

"Yes, I think so, and at this price, it’s a bargain."

Part IV – The Offer

      The sun was already up and shining through the window, illuminating Lynda’s bedroom. She was there, lying on the bed. She had thought about her meeting the day before with that strange woman in the tight leather outfit. She had also thought about the job interview, how thorough it was, as if she was a really serious candidate, although she knew she had no chance at all. She thought she had made it out pretty good, and was proud of herself. That was a good interview. She felt secure. Next time, she will be even more prepared.
     
      With her legs, she kicked off the sheets of her bed, revealing that she was wearing a tight fitting PVC catsuit with attached feet and gloves. She was even wearing 4 inches heels black pumps. It was her usual pyjamas. That woman wasn’t far from the truth. She had fantasized about how she would like to dress to go to work. But she would never have the guts to actually do it.
     
The phone rang, and she picked the receiver with her gloved hand.

"Yes?"

"May I speak with Lynda, asked a woman’s voice."

"I am."

"Thank you. Hold on please…"

The voice changed.

"Lynda? It’s Karen. How are you."

"Errr. Fine, thank you. Don’t tell me. You call to say you got the job, right?"

"Well, that’s part of it…"

"You didn’t really need to bug me with that, you know?"

"Well, I mainly wanted to bug you with offering you a job as assistant VP Marketing."

There was a silence.

"You’re joking right? More teasing?"

"No, I’m serious. I need an assistant, and I want you. I was in the other room to listen to your interview through the speakerphone. You impressed me. So, interested?"

"You bet I am."

"Good then, but there is a condition."

"Ah. I knew there was a catch. I’m there to learn, so no pay?"

Karen laughed.

"No, you’ll get paid, and much more than you think. No the condition is for you to dress like you would really like to dress. I have a strong feeling that what you wore wasn’t really you."
  
   Lynda looked at her reflection in the living room decorative mirror, glancing at her gleaming black body. Yes she had fantasized about going to work with her favorite outfit, wondering what it would be like to spend a whole “real” day in, and not turning in circle in her apartment. But could she really do it?
  
"I’m not sure, Karen, I…"

"Don’t tell me that. Remember, you won’t be alone."

She was shy to do it, not sure. She had to find an excuse.

"Well, Karen, you know I’m just out from school and I don’t have a lot of money, and the clothes that I have are not exactly the ones I would wear…"

"Very well then. In about an hour, a courier will be by your place with $5000 cash. Consider it a sign-in bonus. You accept it by signing the receipt; it means that you accept the job. Then you’ll have $5000 to buy what you want. I want you in my office by tomorrow 9am."

"But…"

"Listen. It’s your choice. The 5 grans is yours, and I want to see you at work tomorrow morning. The rest is up to you. You can come here with a standard business suit for all I care. Just do what you feel you want to do, okay?"

"Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow."

   What was she going to do? Karen opened a dream door. She didn’t have to take it right away. She could wait to settle in, prepare herself. But what more preparation could she need. She simply had to go. Then again, she could wait for a day or two, but seeing Karen in her outfit would be…
  
   The door rang and she opened it. It was the courier. He looked stunned, wide eyes, then she realized that she was so lost in her thoughts that she hasn’t realized that an hour had passed and she hadn’t changed, and had opened the door with her PVC catsuit. The delivery guy seemed more embarrassed than she was. She smiled at him, signed the bill and closed the door, still looking through the small window. The delivery guy was going back to his truck, turning his head to look back, trying to assess if he had a dream or what. Lynda laughed softly. She felt good. She would go all the way, but first she had to buy more stuff, the right stuff. She was in for a full day of shopping. She grabbed the money envelope, took her purse, and went shopping. She suddenly felt confident in her PVC catsuit. Even though she was quite glanced at in the buses she took. She didn’t had a car yet so she was using public transportation. It was the first time she could really feel her suit. The other times, it was hidden under street clothes. Now, the PVC was rubbing on the seat. She was holding the hand rails with her gloved hand. The heels were not new, she had wear them before on numerous occasions. There was no hiding necessary.
  
   She stopped by the shopping mall. She drew much attention with her shiny suit and her clicking heels. Without hesitation, she entered the jeans store, and started looking at some specific jeans. She knew what she wanted: tight fitting, high waist heavy jeans. She wanted them tight and high. She picked a few pairs, but she was pretty sure which ones would fit right. She knew her body.
  
The first one she tried bulged at the buttocks, so she rejected them. The other was tight at the waist, but loose at the hips. Finally, the one she expected the fit to be just right. And she was right. The Guess brand was perfect for her. The jeans were easy to put on and snug fitting. She took the other pair, same cut but one size smaller. Gliding the jeans over her PCV covered tights was a breeze. The denim slid in place painfully. She felt its tightness slowly engulf her as she wiggled her butt in before grabbing the zipper and pulling hard. Within a few seconds, her legs were encased in a layer of heavy denim, stone wash, and very tight. She turned around and admired her figure in the long mirror.
 She decided to keep them on. She walked out. All the clerks as well as a few clients were waiting for her to get out, to have a look at this daring woman. With confidence, she headed for the counter and asked for another pair like the one she was wearing, plus two mores, one size smaller. The cashier went wide eyed, but gave her what she wanted. She paid cash.

   Still in the mall, she walked to the nearby leather boutique and made her selection. She was still attracting some attention, but less, since she had her lower body covered. She tried a few pairs of leather jeans and jacket. She walked out of the booth and picked another identical kit as the one she wore, but red instead of black. The clerk approached her.
  
"Good choice miss. You know the bottom of the pants is unfinished. The trimming is free. If you would come with me, we’ll take proper measures" she said, inviting Lynda to follow her in the back store where she was asked to climb on a small stool.

"Are these the shoes you’re going to wear with them? She asked."

"Probably not…"

"Good, I’ll make them shorter then…"

"No, actually, make’em longer. I may go higher. Have these about an inch longer and the red ones two inches."

The clerk looked stunned.

"And I’d like more alterations made" added Lynda.

 The size was fine, but they were not tight enough for her tastes, so she indicated to the clerk where to go smaller, and by how much. She also indicated modifications to the jacket, specifying that all garments be made to these specs.

"Are you sure? It will be pretty tight. Said the clerk"

"Yes I am, answered Lynda from a firm but joyful tone."

"Very well. These modifications are quite extensive. There will be additional fees. They should be ready in a week."

"How much?"

"For the whole set, about $250."

      Lynda removed the leather clothes and put the jeans back on, much to the relief of the clerk. She went to the cashier and paid the bill, over $2000 including the modifications. She reached some more in her purse, and got out $200 more, which she put on the counter.
     
"I want the black kit ready for this afternoon 5pm, and the red one for tomorrow 5pm."
"Errr. Well, that’s not our policy to…"

"Very well, cut Lynda, give me my money back. I’ll go elsewhere." she said, picking back the $200.

The clerk saw a $2000 sale slip through her fingers.

"No, wait. I’m sure we can work something out." she said, looking furious at the cashier and putting a friendly hand on Lynda’s shoulder.

"Okay. I give you the chance. If the black kit is not ready by 5pm today, I cancel and I get a full refund."

"Yes, miss. No problem."

"Very good." she said putting back only $20 from the original $200. Next time, say yes the first time. That way, you won’t loose easy money, she said, turning her back on them and leaving without looking back.

       She still had some boutiques to visit, but they were not in the shopping mall.

Part V – The Fetish Boutique

She drove downtown to a small boutique on the second floor of a grocery store. The owner smiled at her coming.

"Hi Lynda. Geesh, that’s not your usual day for your eye shopping. Something wrong?"

      She knew the owner for a couple of years. He knew how much she wanted to by stuff, but also how much she was broke as a student. It was there she had bought her PVC catsuit and heels, among other thing.

"Wow, going in public with your catsuit. That’s bold."

"Yeah, and it’s only the beginning. Today, Tony, I’m not here to admire the view, but to buy." she said showing part of the money."

"Wow! Where did you get that? The lottery?"

"Almost. No, it’s a new job and it’s gonna be great. Speaking of which, ever heard of a woman who likes to wear tight leather and high heels in public and goes by the name of Karen?"

"Karen? Oh yes. One of my best customers, I know her very well. Why?"

"She hired me, and asked me to come to work dress… well, I believe you imagine the story."

"Oh yes I do, and I’m glad you’re doing it. More people should do it… I would make more money. So, what will it be?"

"Remember my dream outfit?"

"Yes."

"Go for it."

"The whole kit?"

"Yes, the whole kit, and the high end."

"With pleasure, miss Lynda."

      While she stayed put and looked at the magazine rack, Tony went throughout the store picking different garments. He knew her size, and what she wanted. He rushed back to the counter.
     
"Okay, Lady. Latex stuff: black bra, black panties, black gloves, black body suit, a blue knee length dress with long sleeves, a black hood with eyes and mouth holes, black hood with lenses and blow-up gag, deep purple heavy latex catsuit and a red and black heavy latex corset. Plus, another PVC catsuit to replace your worn-out one, as well as PVC jeans, bodysuit and jacket. Do I still go for the rest?"

"Of course Tony. I told you, I take all."

"Very well, he said with a smile." It was going to be a good sale. No, an awesome sale.
He was back a few minutes later with more stuff.

"Okay, we have black shoulder length leather opera gloves, a black leather corset, the highest, smallest and stiffer blue satin corset that would fit, assortment of collars and cuffs as well as an assortment of gags. An assortment of leather hoods with zips and strings closures, attached blindfolds and gags, etc. What’s left is the shoes. Would like to see the latest models? I had a new arrival since your last visit, so you might change your mind."

"Really. Let’s have a look."

      They went to a corner where there was a wide assortment of shoes and boots of all style, but no one with the heel lower than 4 inches.
"Oh wow! Exclaimed Lynda. I like… hummm… these, these, and these, those over there, the ones just below and oh wow, those woody ones. May I try them? "

"Of course, Lynda." answered happily Tony who went for Lynda’s first choice, a pair of black 1.5 inches platform, with a 6 inches heel lace-up boots that went just below the knee.

"I think I saw Karen with similar one."

"Yes, said Tony, they’re their favorites. She has them in 3 different colors, black, white and red."

She found the right size at the second try.

"Very good, give me each color."

"Very well, that will be black, white, red, silver and gold. Ready for the next one? He said picking up a pair of bright yellow thigh high boots with a 5 inches stiletto heel.

"I love it, she said."

"How many colors do you have? She asked after the right size was found."

"I have them in yellow, black, white and blue, also in white and black patent."

"I take one of each."

Tony was jubilating.

"Next, miss Lynda?"

"Oh yes. I’ve been dreaming of these for a long time."

It was a pair of black granny boots with a 5 inches heels, calf high

"I have these only in black."

"No problem. I take them. Are these really difficult to wear?" She asked, pointing at knee high ballet toe boots.

"They do need a lot of practice."

"Okay, let’s go for it."

They were made of high quality kid leather. She tried three pairs before finding the right one.

"Still not sure they’re the right fit, but I take’em. Now the shoes."

      Tony came with platform sandals. Pretty much the same platform as the boots, but with transparent sole and glimmering holographic fabric and a Y ankle strap.

"Good." she said. "I see you have different models. It’s all the same sole, just different strapping and colors, right?"

"Yes, answered Tony."

"Well, give me these models in all the colors that you want, she said, pointing at 6 different styles."

"As you wish he said, making bigger smiles."

      Next she bought a range of classic pumps and sandals of different colors and different styles with classic and metal heels, open and close toes, and Dorsay style. Finally, she was looking at a wooden platform. The platform had a hole in the center of it, looking like a crushed donut.
     
"These are very stylish." said Tony.

"Yes, I like them. Do you have different color of leather straps?"

"Yes, red, white and black, and two styles of straps."

"Good. One of each."

      They headed for the counter, and looking at all the stuff, Lynda had wide eyes.
"I think I’ll need a new apartment, she said laughing. I don’t have enough place for all this."

Tony started calculating the items when a delivery guy arrived.

"Hey, hi Bill. Wasn’t expected a delivery today. What is it?"

"I don’t know, boss. Sign here please."

Tony complied then exclaimed.

"Oh, wow! They’re finally in. After 6 months, it was about time."

"What is it?" asked Lynda.

"New and exclusive boots. Look at that." he said unpacking one of the boxes. They were high, crotch high. The sole was a platform of about one inch, but the wedged heel was 8 inches.

"Wow! Fantastic! Said Lynda. They almost ballet like."

"Almost. That’s the best part of it. Since your toes are flat, you can actually walk in these. The sole even includes a non slip pad."

"Wow… do you?…"

"Probably. Just sit down."

      He browsed through the boxes and came up with a pair and had Lynda try them. It was long lacing them, from the top of the feet up to the crotch. The leather was thick and not giving. The fit was tight. She felt as if her legs had a splinter. It barely bent at the knee. She stood up and walked around.
     
"Wow. Great fit. I like them. How many colors?" She asked softly.

"Just black."

"I take them. Can I keep them on?"

"But of course."

"Okay, I think that’s enough. How much to I owe you?"

Tony spent over half an hour adding all the items

"Okay, I rounding up to the lower 100’s: $8900."

"Ooof… I think I overdid it, Tony. What I had was $5000, and I already spent $2000 out of it, so I have money for only half that stuff. Well, I’m sad to say that I will have do withdraw a little." sitting down and unlacing her extreme boots. Sad.

"What I do want is the latex catsuit, the latex corset and the black thigh high boot. Let’s start from there, and we’ll see."

"Very well, Miss Lynda." said Tony, a little disappointed.

      She was able to add the latex undies and gloves, one pair of platform shoes, a collar and one ball gag.
     
"Do I have enough to add these wonderful boots?"

"I’m afraid no, they’re $800, and you have $500 left. Maybe if we remove…"

"No, forget it. I have to have some left over, I have a few more things to buy at the hardware store and I also have a few debts to clear. But I promise, I’ll be back to buy the rest of it." she said sadly.

"Whenever you’re ready, said Tony."

"It makes really big boxes and I’m with public transportation, she said while handing him the money. Can you have them delivered? And with this?" She asked adding the bag from the denim store.

"On the house, said Tony. They should be by your place at around 4:30 this afternoon."
"Make it 5:30. I have something to pick-up at 5, and should be home by 5:30."

      Karen put back her tight jeans and went. She had a hard slap toward reality.
Time had flown, and it was already 1:30pm. She had a quick bite before heading for the hardware store, where she picked lengths of chain, ropes, numerous O rings and screws, as well as an assortment of padlocks, some keyed alike, other with different keys. She filled the rest of her basket with numerous articles: timers, lamps, hooks, screws and a few tools. She did that very seriously. The mood wasn’t there anymore.

      4:30. She took the chance to go by the leather store. The employees were now sucking up on her, greeting extravagantly. The kit was ready. Although she was down a little, the smell of leather put her right on track, awakening her senses. She was joyful again. They started asking her about her dressing, why she was doing it, etc. She had to cut it short.
     
"I’m expecting a delivery at home in less than an hour, so I should be going. I promise I’ll tell you everything next week when I’ll come for the other suit. Thanks a lot."

Part VI – Back Home

      She had her arms full. The hardware was quite heavy, as well as the leather garment bag. She arrived at her apartment exhausted, her arms aching, as well as her feet, who had to support all that extra weight with the high heels. Not planned. Next time, she’ll be more careful. She’ll be more careful about a lot of things.
     
      She had removed the PVC catsuit and showered. She needed it. She had just put on her bathrobe when the door bell rang.
     
      She rushed to the door. The same delivery guy she saw at Tony’s store was there.
     
"Delivery for miss Lynda."

      She told him where to put the boxes, but she was puzzled. There was a lot more than what she had expected. It was looking like she had everything she first picked.

"I think there’s an error." she said when the delivery guy handed her the bill. "There’s way too many boxes."

"Don’t look at me. I deliver, that’s all. Just sign here, it’s been prepaid."

As soon as the deliverer was gone, she phoned Tony.

"What’s this Tony? I don’t have the money to buy all this, and I don’t want it on credit."

"No problem. You don’t owe me anything. Everything has been taken care of."

"What? How? By who?"

"Goodbye now, miss Lynda. Have fun."

He hung up.

      She couldn’t believe it. She searched frantically, and finally found the extreme boots. They were there. Everything was there.
     
      She ate little. She was just too excited. She had modifications to make to her bedroom. But where the hell would she would put all these boxes?
     
      She wanted to wear something, but what to chose. She had so many choices. She knew she had a lot of hard work to do, so nothing too restrictive. She wanted the job well done and quick. She looked through the boxes and found what she wanted. She choose the blue latex dress. It would be tight enough without interfering too much. She chose to go with it the blue thigh high leather boots. She contemplated her looks in the mirror. Something was missing. She added a 2 inches wide studded white leather collar. It was perfect. She smiled and went to work.
     
      She installed numerous D rings on the frame of her bed. Good thing it was a wood platform. Then cut chains to the proper length. She was sweating heavily under her latex dress, and the liquid was going down her legs, and there was more than just sweat. She regretted not having put the panties. It would have held some liquid up.
     
      When she finished, she was exhausted and quite hot. Now what to wear for the night. It was already time to go to bed. Well, not exactly, but she was impatient to try her new “bed”.
     
      The latex catsuit? No. She was keeping that one for another occasion. She had spent the entire day in her old PVC catsuit, which was stinking and needed a good wash. Then she remembered that she had another one, a brand new one. She picked it up. She was of much higher quality compared to her old one. She got it on and was thrilled with the fit. She removed the top of it to put on the shoulder length kid leather gloves before putting the suit back on. She sat on the bed and slid her feet into the knee high black ballet toe boots, which she laced very tightly. She added an ankle cuff, which she also put on very tight before locking. She added the rubber corset. Being rubber, it was stretching a little, making more bearable on the long run. A 2 inch wide leather belt was added around her waist. It carried numerous D rings. It was locked on. She put wrist cuffs very tight around her wrists and locked them more. She surrounded her neck by a high and stiff posture collar, which was also put tight and locked. She finished by adding a head harness with a large ball gag. She put it in place, drew the gag deep in her mouth and tied everything tightly before locking it.
     
      She laid on the bed and spread her legs. She reached her ankles, took the chain and padlock, and linked each ankle on each corner of the bed. Then more chains were attached on the side of her waist belt. Their length had been calculated, and she had to pull very hard to link them. Doing so, she sank a little into the firm mattress, which held her even firmer in place. She stretched her arms over her head, reaching for each corners of her queen size bed. Yes, the fit will be just fine. She just had to pull herself up a little. This tightened her ankle chains. She liked the feeling on her legs being pulled. With the help of her right hand, she linked the chain to her left wrist with a padlock. Next, it was a little harder, but she managed to get, using only one hand, the padlock into her right wrist cuff. She had a last look toward the ceiling, at her setup. There were two lamps screwed to the wall, each one linked to a timer. On each lamp, held by a lump of wax, was the keys needed to unlock her wrist. The timer was setup for 6am. At that time the lamp would turn on, melting the wax which would drop the key. The key, held by a string, would fall down within reach of her restrained hand, allowing her to open the padlock. Why two of each? It was a fail-safe device. In the event that a timer would stop working, or the bulb would burn, she had another setup, plugged to another circuit breaker. The only thing that would prevent her from freeing her self was a total power failure.
     
      She took a deep breath, wiggled within her bonds and closed the last padlock. There was no turning back. She was spending the night spread eagled, unable to move and gagged.
     
      She rocked her bottoms up and down slowly, getting the feeling of the crotch seam of the suit, rubbing her gently. She climaxed easily and fell asleep shortly after.

VII – First Day At The Job.

      She turned her head as much as her posture collar was allowing without too much pain. She was able to glimpse at the alarm clock. 2am. She still had 4 hours to go. She was in hell. She was aching from everywhere. She was so excited about her day and setup that she didn't think twice about it. It was way too tight, way too much for a first time. Her legs were getting numb. The boots were laced too tight, and the ankle cuffs drawn even tighter simply cut the blood flow. It was painful.
     
      The corset was also causing aching. It was tight, and the leather belt on top of it too tight to be comfortable on the long run. The gag was too tight, too deep in her mouth. Her jaws were aching and screaming for release. The posture collar was compressing her neck bones, and was also too tight. Swallowing was a challenge every time. As for her hands, they were getting numb, the wrist cuffs having been put too tightly for a long stand.
      Yes she had felt asleep, at around 10, but had awoken at around 11:30, starting to feel pain in her feet. Since then, she had hardly found sleep. She was glad she didn't put any dildos.

      She tried to pull on her chains, but she had done a too good job at fixing the rings. She had now way out. She had to wait.
     
      She couldn't stretch, or flex her limbs. She could barely lift her butt from the mattress. She would have love to relax her jaws. Time passed. 3am. 4am. Finally, 6am was passing. The timers she used were the mechanical kind, those that are hard to setup with precision. The first one was setup to go at 6, and the second at 6:30, but with the low precision, the first one could easily turn-on at 6:15
      .
      6:09. She heard the distinctive click, and saw the light bulb lit. She relaxed. Less than a minute later, the key was dropping close to her right hand. She tried to grab it, but realized that with her numb fingers, it was not going to be easy.
     
      She grabbed the string and with as much dexterity as wearing boxing gloves, she was able to get the key. She could hardly feel it under her leather covered fingers. Even less with the numbness. Her head was turned at maximum, which hurt like hell against the collar. 6:30. The other key fell, but she had enough work done with the first one.
     
      The tip was in the lock. She pushed it half way then let everything go to relax. She was panting, and sweating quite a lot under her PVC suit. After a few moments, she went back to her padlock. With all her will, she pushed the key fully in and turned it. It took her 4 attempts to succeed. Finally, with relief, the lock opened and she frantically removed it from the wrist cuff.
     
      She flexed her arm, moved her fingers, trying to get some blood flowing again. The worse was done. She rolled to the left side, reached the other lock and removed it. With both arms at her side, she savoured the small victory. She removed the bondage belt and free her feet from the restraints. Without waiting, she removed the ballet toe boots. It was stinging like hell as the blood flew again in the legs and feet. She collapsed on the bed. She would gladly sleep. She had about 2 hours of sleep in her night, and the rest was exhausting. But she couldn't call sick on her first day. She would go, but dress simply. Nothing fancy.
      She picked all her will and headed for the shower. That helped her. After a good breakfast, and looking at all the boxes still in the living room, the mood was quickly back, and the taste of fetish too.
     
She had changed her mind. She would go for it.

      She picked the boxes she needed and headed for the bedroom. She took the thick latex catsuit, latex gloves, leather corset and the extreme boots. That was not her first choice from yesterday, but she changed her mind so many times, going from denim to leather to latex to PVC, back to leather. And thinking that she pushed that lady at the leather shop for getting the garment so she would wear them today, to finally wear latex. But at that time, she didn't knew she would have those gorgeous boots. And they were going so high, that she didn't wanted to hide her leather jeans under them. Latex was a good choice.
     
      She put her latex underwear, followed by the latex gloves and the catsuit. Next came the boots. She took the first one and laced it very tightly on the lower part, but less tight around the knee. Then did the left leg. When she picked the box to put it aside, a plastic bag fell off. She picked it up. There were 8 small metal pins with a instruction sheet. She looked at it.
     
      The pins were in fact locks that could be used on the boots. It consisted of a small metal pin made of very hard steel, ending with a metal ball on each tip. One of the balls was the lock. It was quite small, and used a magnetic key, shaped in the form of an open sphere that would go over the ball. Only that magnet would open the lock. It also said that the steel was so hard that no ordinary cutter would cut them. Only a torch would do the job.
      She looked at the instructions on how to put them. There were small extra holes and metal eyelets on the side of the lacing. The pins went there. There was one at the smallest point of the ankle, one just below the knee, one just over the knee and one at the top. She figured it would be fun to be locked in the boots at work. These boots would surely make Karen go crazy.

      She put the first pin at the ankle without much problem. The locking ball clicked in place easily. The one going under the knee was another story. All pins were the same length, and it was obvious that to put the knee ones in place, she would have to draw the boots tighter. Which she did without thinking twice. A few minutes later, her legs were stiffly enclosed in tight leather, hardly bending at the knee, her feet on 8 inches heels, and locked in.

      She put the leather corset on. She drew it loosely at first, but after a while, it felt too loose, so she tightened it. She did it twice to realize that it was fully closed, her body highly compressed, and she was feeling fine. With that thought, she picked one of the small padlocks and locked the corset in place. She would leave all the keys home.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was stunning, standing taller than ever. The corset and heels were repositioning her body. She looked proud, sure of herself. And she felt like it. Something was missing though. She picked the black leather jacket and put it on. It was the touch needed. She smiled and went to work.

      In the bus everybody was silent, looking at her. The talking began after she walked out. She was sure it was about her. Well, they better get used to it, it would be regular.
     
      When she entered the office, the secretary couldn't believe her eyes, almost speechless. She showed the direction to Karen's office.
Karen had a similar reaction when she saw her.

"Geesh. I thought you would go for it, but not that heavily."

"Disappointed? Maybe I should have gone with less for my first day."

"As long as you feel good, it's fine with me."

"I do."

Come in... Hey. Where have you found those boots?"

"I knew you would like it."

"Like it? Hell, I ordered some at Tony's six months ago, and I haven't heard of them yet. Last time I spoke to him, they were still on back order."

"He got them yesterday around noon."

"The bastard. I'll take care of him. So, do you like all what you bought? Unless there something else that Tony hid from me."

"Yes... How do you know?"

"Tony called me yesterday afternoon about you, asking if I knew you and explaining what happened to the store. I was impressed by all you chose, and also the fact that this list had been prepared for a long time. You knew what you wanted. So I said to put the excess in my bill."

"But... Thank you, but you didn't had to. I would have get the money with time."
"Consider it as a gift. It was my pleasure. Well, we do have work to do. Come take a seat, I'll brief you."

 Lynda walked stiff legged to the chair, and was awkward to sit, keeping her legs straight.

"Why do you walk like that?"

"The boots are too tight around my knees to flex."

"Well, loosen them."

Lynda suddenly realized the situation she put herself into.

"I... I can't. They're locked."

"What? How?"

 Lynda showed her the little locking pins. Karen was impressed.
"Gee, nice device. I like it, but it was a bad idea, especially it's the first time you wear them for one part, the second is that it's your first day at the job, and whatever you chose to wear, should never interfere with your work."

"Yeah, I realize that now." she answered, "so I believe that locking the corset on was a bad idea too?"

"It might, unless you have provided a solution to go to the bathroom."

 Lynda looked at her crotch to confirm her nightmare: she didn't had any crotch zipper. The only way for her to pee was to take off the catsuit, which was now impossible because of the locked corset.

"I guess I will have to ask to leave for a short time to go back home and change."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I need you, and it's your problem. If you go home to change, better not come back at all."

"But I will have to go, and," she said thinking of the three cups of coffee she had on the morning,"it shouldn't be long now."

"I guess you're gonna learn first hand what it's like to live in your own waste."

      Eventually, she had to let go, but although she pleaded for Karen to let her leave, Karen didn't changed her mind. She had thought about punching a hole in the crotch, but that would ruin the suit, and Karen said to her that if she did that, she would have to pay back all she had bought for her. She was stuck.
      Suddenly, she blushed as the warm liquid poured down her legs. It was going down very slowly. The suit was very tight, and the boots tighter. The liquid stayed pretty much on her crotch area. 

      For the rest of the day, she drank very little, but was starting to feel irritation on her butt.

 At one point, John entered the office and started to talk before stopping as he saw Lynda for the first time of the day.

"Well... This.... This is going to take a lot of getting used to."

 Then he approached Karen.

"I'm betting big here. I really hope you're going to show some good results, soon."
Karen smiled.

"Don't worry. As soon as we finish cleaning that mess your company is in, we'll be heading for the moon."

"... Right..."

 He gave some instructions and papers and left, not before having another look at Lynda.

"What is all that about the bet?"

"Letting us dress like we do."

"But it doesn't affect our work."

"That, we still have to prove it. Okay, back to work. We have to find a way out of this mess. Whoever was doing the marketing before us was a total nut head." she said with a sigh.

      At the end of the day, she asked Karen for a lift home. That, Karen accepted. She invited her in. When she entered the little cramped apartment, she was impressed.
     
"Wow. Where are you going to put all these items?" Asked Karen, looking at all the boxes in the middle of the living room, taking much of the place.

"Guess that I will have to move to a bigger place. I will have to wait for a couple of paychecks to arrive, then find something within my capabilities."

"That shouldn't be a problem, said Karen."

"You still haven't said to me how much I was going to earn."

"I'm leaving you the surprise."

"Well, I don't want to be rude, but thank you for the ride. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. After all, I have a shower to take, and some skin to take care of."

"Very well. See you tomorrow. Hope you have learn your lesson."

"Yes, I did."

VIII - Over The Weekend

 Lynda had learnt her lessons. Now she was keeping a way out. Of course she was wearing what she liked, she came back with her latex catsuit, as well as with tight denim jeans, her outstanding leather outfit, so good in fact that Karen asked her if she could order the same. She was still wearing high heels but all of that, never locked. No, never again. On a working day anyway. The last weekend had been quite different.

 She had put on her latex catsuit, PVC catsuit on top, then her tight leather jeans with the ballet toe boots, the very tight and very stiff long corset, and of course the leather jacket. The latex hood with the blow-up gag, and over it a leather hood, all put on very tightly. The high posture collar was completing the outfit.

      She had tied her leather-clad hands in her back and her legs together at the ankle and the knees. It was impossible for her to walk, and to crawl on the ground was a real sporting event, since she had linked her wrists with her ankles in a hogtie. Not very tight but restrictive nonetheless.
     
      She was kneeling in the kitchen. The keys were in the bedroom. According to the timer, they would release in 4 hours, but for that, she had to turn the power on the timer. She was tied to the plumbing of the kitchen sink. Another timer was setup to give her the key for that lock in 4 hours. She had to stay put, there for four hours, before the timer released the key (bulb and wax procedure), then crawl to the bedroom where she had to turn on a switch to put power on the other timer, which was setup for firing 4 hours later. She had expected her "trip" to last close to an hour, as there was a lot of boxes in her way, in the living room, and tied as she was, it was not going to be easy.
     
 She had surprised as dozing off, but was glad when the key was released. It took her time just to get the key. She didn't had all the mobility needed with her stiff and restrained arms and her corset. It took her 20 minutes to free herself. Then the crawling began. Rocking from one side to the other, moving a few inches at a time. Slowly she got out of the kitchen. Half an hour had passed, added to the 20 minutes for the first key, and she had now reach the obstacles. She was exhausted. Took her half an hour to cover the 10 feet of boxes. She was entering the bedroom. The timer was there, on the opposite corner. Another half hour crawl. She was almost reaching it, very close to it, when she saw something move. She turned quickly to see Karen standing in the doorframe of the door.

"Mfffkfll..."

"Hello you too. I said to the landlord that I was your boss and needed to talk to you right away. He gave me the key. Guess I have a way with landlords." she said with a wink.
"Now, would you tell me in what kind of predicament you put yourself into?"

      She approached Lynda, saw how she was tied up, and saw the timer, looked at the wires, saw the bulbs and the setup.

"Gee. Nice setup. I guess that you were very close to achieving it, right?"

      Lynda nodded yes as much as her posture collar allowed to, and trying to tell her that she was ready go give up. She had enough.
     
"And there's still four hours left once you flip the switch, right?"

      Again a yes nod, and she rolled on her stomach, wiggling her wrists, in a message to ask her to free her.
     
"Oh. I think I understand." said Karen, leaving.

      She was gone for a few minutes. Lynda wondered what she was up to, since the key was waxed to the bulbs. All she had to do was take them. But instead, she returned with more leather cuffs. Lynda muffled.
     
"Yes, I know what you mean. Having your elbows free is not fun. Of course, it's impossible to fix when doing self-bondage, so let me help you." she said, putting the cuffs on her upper arms, and linking them, drawing the elbows together, restricting Lynda even more.

 Lynda squirmed, and she tried to get free.

"Oh, come on. It's your setup. Don't you think 4 more hours is enough?"

      Lynda knew that Karen was playing with her, so she made as if she was alone and started to crawl toward the switch. Karen simply sat on the bed and watched her at the same time she discovered the numerous rings fixed on the bed.

 It would have taken her 5 more minutes to turn the switch on, but with the added restraint on her arms, it took her half an hour. She relaxed on the floor. She had 4 hours to go, then she would be able to rant on Karen for not having free her earlier. Karen left the room a long moment, then returned to watch Linda trying to get the key.

 Finally, the lamp turned on and the key dropped. But now with her elbows together, it was another game. Took her half an hour to grab the keys, and putting it into the padlock. She took a rest, then used all her remaining strength to turn it. The lock fell on the floor, and her wrists were released... But for what use? Her elbows were stuck and she had now way to untie them. She looked at Karen, signalling her to release her elbows.

"Yes, of course. I was sure you would want them back on" she said as she picked the lock and put it back, tying her wrists. "But I'm sure you would be more comfortable on your bed." she said, picking Lynda and putting her gently on the bed.

 She undid the hogtie, much to Lynda's relief. She turned her on her back, then took chains and ropes and started to tie her on the rings on the bed. Within ten minutes, Lynda couldn't move. She was tied everywhere, either with straps or from her own restraints, to the sides of the bed. It looked like a spider's web. She couldn't move.

"Get some rest. You need it. Look, it's kind of late, and I'm hungry. I'll go grab a bite. Want me to bring you back something?"

Lynda muffled and nodded yes. She was starving and was thirsty.

"Okay, be back in a few hours. Bye now."

 A few hours? Lynda struggled as best as she could to get free, but in vain. She was stuck. And even if she managed to get free, she didn't had access to the key. She didn't even knew where Karen had put it. She closed her eyes, and the exhaustion had the best of her.

 She felt some fondling around her body. She opened her eyes. Karen was there, untying her from the bed. She rolled Lynda on her stomach and removed her arms restraints. Lynda sigh of relief, rubbing her wrists. Karen handed her the key ring. It wasn't long that the posture collar was gone, freeing the leather hood, which allowed her to remove the latex hood and the gag.

"Shit. That was cruel of you. How dare you?"

"Don't tell me you didn't like it. You were in a pretty extreme situation all by yourself. I only kept you in it for a few more hours."

 Lynda didn't answered. Karen was partly right. Well, pretty much right. In fact, she loved that out of control situation, where she didn't knew when it was going to end, contrary of the timer. She removed her leg restraints and got up. She had forgotten that she had ballet toe boots on, lost balance and almost landed face first on the floor. Karen grabbed her just in time.

      With a nervous laugh, and Karen's help, she removed the leather jeans, the corset,  the PVC and the latex catsuit. Lynda had marks on her skin everywhere.
     
"What did you bring to eat? She asked, hungry."

"Nothing. I waited here all this time... Go take a shower, I'll order some pizza. Should be here by the time you're finished."

 Half an hour later, Lynda was out of the shower wearing a silk bathrobe and fluffy slippers.

"What the hell is that?" Asked Karen.

"What do you mean? It's my bathrobe. What's wrong with silk?"

"Nothing. What I mean is that you don't wear anything body hugging, no heels, no nothing."

"Well, after what I went through, I believe my skin need to breath a little, and neither the PVC or the latex catsuit could provide that. And I don't feel for tight jeans."

"Spandex is breathable."

"Yeas, but I don't have anything in spandex."

"Better get some. Thrust me, you'll love it following a session like that. And for the heels, please, get rid of those. Find yourself a pair of nice 3 inches sandals or something. These are plain ugly."

"Yes miss fetish fashion critic." she answered laughing.

      They ate the pizza, relaxing, then they parted. Lynda had planned something else for the night, but with her body aching from every skin cells, she decided to sleep free tonight. No ties, no outfit. It felt strange.

 The next morning, Karen was at her door by 10:00.

"Let's go shopping, she said."

"Sorry, but I don't have any money left, and since I don't have a clue of my income."

"I'm buying, said Karen."

"Okay," she said reluctantly. "Where are we going?"

"To a special place."

 It was a private house with a little seamstress boutique at the back. The owner was a woman in her 50's named Angel.

"Angel is doing all my custom work." said Karen as she introduced Angel to Lynda.

"And so far, she seems to be happy with my work." added Angel. "So, what will it be today, Karen."

"Oh, it's for Lynda. She needs some spandex catsuit. I'm paying for the first one. The rest is up to her."

      First one, thought Lynda. Who would need more?

"Very well then, just follow me so I would take your measurements. Would you strip down to your underwear please?"

      A little shy to undress in front of an old lady, Lynda complied. Angel took measurements. And a lot of them. Even the length and circumference of her fingers were taken.
     
"Okay, now we have to choose the fabric. Light or heavy?"

 Lynda looked at Karen, not knowing what to chose.

"From what I saw, Lynda... I would go for the heavy one, she said."

 Lynda selected a heavy black fabric.

"Snug, tight or extra-tight?" Asked Angel.

"Extra tight." answered Lynda without hesitating.

"Okay, front or back zipper?"

"Back."

"Long or short?"

"Short."

"Crotch zipper?"

"Hummm.. No."

"So I guess that it will be the sleek look."

Lynda was puzzled.

"Sleek look? What do you mean?"

"I have the Disco Jeans look. The pants section is cut like the 80's disco jeans, with large seams, front and back pockets, front zipper, waist band and belt loops. The top, which could be of different color, appears to be a spandex shirt. Of course, the whole thing is a catsuit. The socks are sewn inside if needed, making two layers at the calves, so the boot cut look is not lost.

"Wow. I will have one like that too... but since I don't have the money yet, I'll be back later for it."

"Very well." said Angel, continuing with the other options: hood, gloves and socks: attached or not, double layer at the waist, boning, and some few other options. Lynda was amazed.

"That's what you get when you have it custom made. You chose what you want. Of course you have to be ready to pay the price."

"It should be ready in a few days. Can I call you back?"

Lynda left her phone number and left with Karen.

"It's barely noon. What do we do for the rest of the day?"

"Is there an activity you had fantasizes about doing it dressed like that, but never did it?"

"Well, yes. Riding a bicycle."

"Since it's your coming out weekend, dare to do it?"

"If you come, yes."

"But of course. Come, I know where we can rent bikes."

 Riding the bikes with tight jeans proved to be quite a challenge, as much as to move as to not orgasm every few feet. Nevertheless, they drove down the bicycle track by the beach for hours, before returning the bikes to the rental counter. The clerk couldn’t believe his eyes, looking at these two gorgeous women, which just came off a bike ride!

 It was just the start of a new lifestyle. They would be doing a lot more of everyday stuff dressed as they liked.

 Did they succeeded at sending the company to the moon? Well, it’s not really important to the story, isn’t it… ;-)