(This & other character branches will revert back to the beginning of the story & tell a new alt perspective for each of the other prime story characters. I will cut off in certain parts of my through line story to leave room for new branches to jump in.)
Hot water trickled off Sara's fit, naked body. Daily workouts had her feeling great and looking fifteen years younger. After turning the water off, Sara hears her husband John stir in their connected bedroom. She had become a powerful executive in the world of advertising. That climb up the cooperate ladder evolved Sara's hosiery use from cheap and occasional to high dollar and daily. As she sat on a stool to slip into a pair of shiny tan hose for the day, John walked in with a smile on his face. Since their first date, he had made it no secret that he held an obsession for nylon clad legs.
She knew her sparse indulging of John's nylon obsession drove him crazy, but, wearing them so often for work took some of the spice away from nylon play time with her husband. As she pulled the hose's waistband into place, John slipped in behind and kissed her neck. "Not so fast, I'm running late and you need to make sure Kara is up. She's meeting Jenny early to work on their project for school." After pushing his hands away, John let out a frustrated groan and exited the bathroom. While getting dressed, Sara heard her husband address their 18 year old daughter. Kara had grown into a beautiful young woman in her own right. Even when not required by her school, the young woman had taken to wearing high dollar hosiery. This started a year prior when she needed a replacement pair of hose for a school event and borrowed one from Sara. As she tucked a satin white blouse into her black pencil skirt, Sara heard Kara's friend Jenny enter the apartment. She and her mother, Sara's best friend and co-worker Cindy, lived next door.
After a discussion between the young friends about Jenny's cheerleading tights, Sara heard them leave as Cindy came in. She was asking John a question about her nylons. After slipping into a pair of black heels, Sara walked into he living room. "Pretty sexy girl," Sara commented about her friend's nearly opaque, white thigh high stockings. "You trying to snag a man?"
"Ha," Cindy replies amidst a laugh, "I have you, no time for a man." After Sara gives her husband a kiss on the cheek, both ladies exit the apartment.
"So," Sara asks as they get into Cindy's car, "why the change to stockings?"
Cindy smiles, lifts her skirt a bit and points out the lacy stocking tops. "I have a new, dreamy client coming in today and wanted to... catch her eye."
"Oh, I.."
Cindy slips the skirt back down and pulls out of her parking spot. "I'm sorry, I.. thought you knew I go both ways."
Slightly taken off, Sara squirms a bit in her seat and steers the conversation back to work. "I..umm.. So... what's your clients name and what's she trying to sell?"
Cindy smiles while turning a corner, "A tech tycoon from Ireland named Nancy Quinn. Her product is some kind of Orb. I think it's supposed to be a new Alexa or something."
