All that Glitters

All that Glitters

All that Glitters…

by Magnus

I arrived at Paramount studios in a sprint, just in time for rehearsal,

‘cause I had been at the mall shopping and lost track of time.  You know how

that is…

“Pam, you’re here at last; nice of you to join us!” a chilly voice greeted

me.  It was Anita Mann, our choreographer; she’d seen me sneaking in.

“Sorry I’m late, had a few things that needed to be taken care of”, It was a

lame excuse, but I didn’t really care about it enough to make up a better one.

“You missed the meeting.” Anita scolded me,  “There are  going to be a few

changes in the show next season that you might care about; one of the others

will have to fill you in. Brad has a few things he wants to go over with me now

for this week’s show.”  With that comment, she scurried off.  Anyone not knowing

her would have thought that very rude.

I didn’t know about any meeting today; must have been some spur of the moment

thing.

Changes?  Made me wonder what changes they made in the show.  Did I still have a

job?

I’ve been with the Solid Gold program for six seasons now.  Darcel and I are the

only two original cast members left.  It just seemed kinda strange, they usually

notify us about any meetings the week before.

I made it to the dressing room to find the red light on above the door –

busy.  I was glad they put that light there, you don’t know how many people have

busted in while we were naked as jaybirds.  Strangely, the intruders usually

were young men...

Knock! Knock! I rapped on the door, several amused voices inside sang out a

giggling “Who – IS – it??”

“It’s me, Pam,” I replied.

“Pam?  Pam’s not here,” was the deadpan reply.

Sounded like Nicole who’d said that; she always liked to play jokes on us.

“Come on guys – let me in!” I retorted, knocking again, only to be greeted by

another giggled round of “Who is it?” I was starting to get peeved by the time

the door finally opened; it was Beverly who had let me in.  She was always a

level-headed one.

“Look who’s late, again,” she chided me as she gave me a hug.

“Thanks; Bev.”  I waved at the other dancers, getting a smattering of waves

and “Hi’s” in return.  Nicole just grinned at me smugly; the prankster.  After I

had finished with the greetings, I made my way to my dressing table next to

Eileen who was carefully pulling on her pantyhose.

Eileen’s a very beautiful blonde with gorgeously tanned legs that were

already tall and slim; the pantyhose only added to their muscular beauty.

“Those don’t look like the brand we normally use? what’s the deal?” I asked

as I picked a different-looking package up off my table.  Sure enough, inside

was a folded pair of fresh flesh-toned hose, but with no brand name or

instructions.  Only a sticker with an ‘M’ (medium) adhered to the bare unprinted

plastic pouch.

“I don’t know but I kind of like them,” Eileen said, “they are a lot silkier

than our usual!”  She held them up close on her cheek, savoring their smooth

cool slipperiness.  “Ummm; nice!!”

“What brand are they, I don’t see a label on the package”?

“I know,” said Nicole who was sitting on the other side of me; “they were

passed out at the meeting you missed.  Maybe it’s a gimmick; like an invisible

condom my boyfriend told me about.”

Nicole is blonde like Eileen, with a ‘hard body’ athletic build along with a

gorgeous face.  She’s usually pretty clever to come up with some of the pranks

she plays, but sometimes her blondness shows through.

Eileen was smoothing out her pantyhose with long stretching caresses of her

muscular legs, then stood upright and pulled the panty part up tightly, rolling

the top over so there would be no line showing outside her body-hugging

costume.  I noticed they had no seam or cotton panel at the crotch; the nylon

sheath simply flowed over her body like a coat of very slippery paint.

“Hey, where’s the seam and gusset on those?” I said, amazed.  I’d never seen

pantyhose that weren’t sewn together, somewhere. I’ve worn pairs that had no

crotch panel, some that were stitched up the back, but never any that were

totally seamless.  Now right in front of me stood Eileen, adjusting the waist

band of hers and there was not a ridge or line or blemish to mar her

appearance.  In a way it was a miracle.

“They must be a new design,” she said, “I’ve never seen or felt anything like

them; they’re so luxurious!”  Eileen continued to stroke herself, delighting in

the feel of the new hose.

“I love them, too,” said Beverly, standing up. “So smooth.  No more having to

worry about your panel peeking out when you’re dancing or doing those high

kicks…”  She walked around the room, stretching a little now that she was fully

costumed.

“I know,” said Darcel, “Especially with those thong leotards we’ve been

wearing this season..”

Everyone – some more overtly than others – was admiring Beverly’s well toned

legs in her new pantyhose. Beverly is a classically trained dancer; she’s a very

sleek and well-proportioned brunette whom everyone admired but secretly kinda

despised; she had the perfect look, and I think a few of the others were jealous

of it.  Even myself, sometimes.

I don’t know why anyone should be self-conscious; we’re the Solid Gold

dancers, the best there is, and every guy in the country wants to fuck us.

I quickly stripped out of my street clothes while Eileen was filling me in on

the details of the missed meeting.

“They want to make some changes to the show, get rid of the whole countdown,

generally reformat the show almost completely.  Said something about ‘new target

demographics’ or something like that.”  Her words trailed off as she tried to

remember the next part of it.

“What about us?”  That sounded kind of suspicious to me that the wouldn’t

mention us at all.

“I asked that too, afterward, but Brad refused to say anything.”

This was the final week of taping for Solid Gold; Saturday’s show would be

the last for this season.  I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach

that wasn’t just hunger.  Eileen went over a few other things that were

discussed, like a switching of hosts and more; maybe even Anita might be gone. 

Those were big changes; Brad had not really said anything about any of the

details, he had sounded evasive, which made the meeting even more mysterious.  I

tried to put my worries out of my thoughts, for whatever the next season could

bring, we still had to put this one in the can.  Time was a-wasting and I still

had not gotten into costume.

I bunched up the new pantyhose and began putting them on, cautiously so as

not to catch a run.  The material felt thick and heavy in my fingers, but looked

very sheer as soon as I pulled them up over my legs.  Woven in the mesh were

tiny sparklies that caught the light like teeny diamonds.  I could feel how

tightly the pantyhose hugged my body, especially around my thighs.  We have

never worn any underwear before under the support hose we use, but this time

when I had pulled this new pair up secure around my hips I felt a unusual little

tingle as the smooth-bulky nylon – or whatever it was – touched my naked sex. 

The sensation was surprising, but kind of pleasant.  Especially since it

continued as I moved around.

I slipped into my tight-fitting dance shoes quickly; the others were

completely costumed and already starting to head out to the stage.  Normally,

getting ready was a kind of ritual for me; almost like preparing for battle. 

Hurrying, trying to catch up, I pulled an old purple leotard with a low-cut

bodice out of my kit bag and stepped into it while thinking these pantyhose are

so tight, I feel as if I wasn’t wearing any at all.   That was a strange

feeling, different than the way the leotard hugged my torso and cupped my

breasts.  Dancing is going to be different, for sure.  Little did I guess how

much.

Entering the studio just a moment after the others, not enough to be

noticeably late, I went out and started warming up.  From the first stretch the

different touch of the new pantyhose was amazing!  Every time I touched my legs,

I could feel them vibrate and tingle a little, yet the fabric was almost

invisible.  They’re so soft and yet so very tight, I could dance all night… 

Moving seemed effortless, as if energy was flowing into my legs with every step

I took.  Time seemed to fly by; before we knew it rehearsal was over.  They

almost had to drag us all out of the studio.  I still wanted to dance, by the

looks of it so did my friends.  I didn’t know really what it was, but there was

this – vigor – driving my actions.  After this kind of rehearsal usually I’d be

feeling the burn in my legs.  Instead, I felt great; every step, every move, was

exhilarating like the first one.

Once back in the dressing room I decided on the spur of the moment not to

take the new hose off.  As much as I like the feel of pantyhose, I’ve never worn

those that I dance in after rehearsal.  This new style was another kind of

happening entirely.  They felt wonderfully delicious caressing my legs, even

better then earlier when I first slipped into them;  I could actually feel them

continue to stimulate me with every action I made; so much so that I kept

stretching and walking idly around just to keep the stimulus going for just a

little while longer.  They make you feel like dancing all the time, massaging

your every move; it’s almost erotic.  It was incredible!

I noticed that the other girls didn’t want to take theirs off either, most

put their street clothes back on over them as I did.  Beverly even showered

while wearing the new hose.  For some reason, I felt like I was wired.

“Pam, you want to go out with us tonight?” asked Nicole, “Eileen and Beverly

and I are going to Bruno’s, whaddya say?”

“Sure, I’d love to, just gotta swing by the house for a minute and freshen

up…”

“Great, we’ll see ya there!” Eileen beamed.

“Jamilah are you going too?” I asked.

“Why not?” she said with a toothy grin, “I feel absolutely great; let’s party

on!”

I made it to the club around 8pm, all I needed to do was to shower up and

pick a flingy dress to wear with my new hose.  I even wore them in the shower,

like Bev had; part of me wanted to take them off, but I didn’t listen to that

part and I was glad that I didn’t too.  Toweling off was so pleasurably

distracting I did not notice how the hose were changing as I continued to wear

them.

After the shower and drying off they didn’t feel as tight as before, but I

could see no wrinkles or looseness.  The sparkles had disappeared too, leaving a

smooth silky sheath from my toes up to my waist which seemed narrower than I had

remembered.  My calves felt so firm and my thighs more supple than ever before

so I knew the hose were still there.  If anything it was if they were becoming

even more invisible, like they were becoming a part of me.  I feel so

invigorated by them that I didn’t notice not taking them down to pee.  That

teensy skirt barely hid any of my gorgeously nylon-coated legs.  Though I

usually avoid spikes because of the chance of a sprain, I put on a pair of

matching black three-inch heels.  It took a while getting ready, but the effect

would be worth it.

As I entered the club I saw Eileen and Nicole standing behind me. Jamilah and

Beverly were already at the bar, sipping tall drinks with little paper umbrellas

in them.  Not the kind of beverage they’d buy on their own.

“Hey, look who’s here – finally,” said Jamilah.

I ignored the comment. “Where’s D? “ I asked, glancing around.  The place was

really hopping tonight.

“She had a date,” said Beverly, taking a sip from her drink.

“Good, that means there’s more guys for me!” smirked Eileen as she perched on

a high barstool and let her legs stretch out.  You could almost hear the murmur

of turning heads over the music as seemingly everyone focused on her.

“Like you ever had a problem with that…” I replied, taking my own perch and

resting my feet on the rail.  Even so my tiny skirt rode up, exposing an expanse

of silky thigh that reached almost to my crotch and panties.  That is, if I had

been wearing any; in the rush to get ready I’d managed to forget them somehow.

Everyone was wearing an outfit that showed off their legs, and why not –

aren’t we The Dancers?

There wasn’t a man in the place that wasn’t drooling at us, especially

Eileen.  She looked great dressed in a oversized royal blue sweater and

four-inch black heels, she had to be real careful of the hemline too, it left

nothing for the imagination.

Nicole was a close second in a red leather mini with a see through blouse and

red ankle boots.

Beverly was stunning too in a black tube dress with cutouts at the shoulders

and bra line,

Jamilah and I were dressed a little more conservatively.  I was wearing a black

leather mini and a green satin blouse and Jamilah had chosen a floral print

sundress.  Without being so obvious, we were no less attractive.

Finding a table took a few minutes in the crowd, the only open one ended up

being one of those bar-height stand-ups that just happened to showcase us almost

as if we had been on stage.  Not long afterwards the first of many worked up the

courage to ask us to dance.

A few men I wouldn’t have minded spending some more time with if not for the

strict morals clause in our contracts.  The show watched our relationships, it

had an image to protect, and it didn’t want it’s bread winners in the tabloids. 

One dancer had been dismissed last year, though I had no idea how the show had

found out.

We were all still charged up like energizer bunnies; between the frequent

change of partners and the kicky disco-pop-revox music it seemed we just danced

the night away ‘cause before  I knew it, it was one a.m and people were starting

to drift homeward.  I wanted to keep dancing, wasn’t tired at all, but the club

was dying down and we did have rehearsals again tomorrow.

I bounced back to our table, where the others had joined our elevated leg

show.  “It’s getting late guys,” I said, “Even though I could do another set or

three, I’m going home.  Nicole, you and Eileen need a ride?”

“Yeah sure, just help me beat the guys off Eileen,” she bubbled.  Nicole

didn’t look very tired either.

Sure enough, Eileen was sandwiched between two guys, both of which wanted to

take her home.  A third was standing directly behind her, and another few

hovered close, casting lustful glances.  She was instinctively playing them

against one another, mostly for sport it seemed.  “All right, come on Eileen”,

said Nicole, snickering.  “Pam’s going to give us a ride home, so lets go… 

Now?”

Nicole dragged Eileen away from her admirers and after I had disappointed a

few of my own would-be companions, we were at last on our way.  In the car we

talked excitedly, full of energy despite the lateness of the hour.

“I can’t believe I’m not tired,” Eileen declared, sitting in the front seat

next to me fidgeting with the hemline of her dress.  It looked like it had

shrunk somehow; probably from all the steam she had been generating with her

appearance.

“I know,” said Nicole, “me too!  Ever since I put these pantyhose on I’ve

felt so great”.

“Do you think the pantyhose is causing this”? Eileen went on.

“Could be; don’t know for sure.  Could be something else, too.” Nicole mused.

“I don’t know about you but that something else is making me horny.”  Eileen

started squirming around in her seat, her right hand on her sex, petting

herself.  “Mmmmm,” she purrred.

“Hey, can’t you wait till we get home?” I said.  Not that I had ever been

against a little fooling around on the road, but this was getting to be

distracting.  Trying to pay attention to the erratic late-night traffic, I

wanted to pretend she wasn’t there.

“OHHHH! NOOOO! it feels sooo gooooood!”  Eileen was really starting to work

at it squirming and stroking.

“Aren’t you afraid someone might see you?”  If I could not ignore her, maybe

I could get her to stop for now.

Just then I heard a cooing from the back seat, apparently Nicole was beginning

to feel the same way Eileen did and had started pleasuring herself too.

“OOHHHH! HOOOOT –  HEEEAAT – Can’t take much more!”  Nicole gasped.

Eileen chimed in with “Umm Yaa,” deep into her masturbation; luckily we live

near each other in the same complex.  I decided to park closer to their condo so

that we wouldn’t attract too much attention this late.

Eileen and Nicole were so heavy into it I had to make two trips helping them to

their condo, Eileen leaning on my shoulder while she continued to fondle

herself.  I got her inside and she flopped down on the couch.

I was helping Nicole in through the door when I felt a flush and an intense

erotic heat begin to build in my own sex.  I barely got the door closed before

it overwhelmed me and my hand sought my crotch.

“OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!! UUUHHHHH!!!!!”  Eileen grunted from the couch.

“I-i s-s-ee w-what y-y-ou m-m-ean,” was all I could say as I stroked myself

vigorously, almost hopping up and down with the effort.  A new intense throbbing

felled me to my knees; I was so horny I couldn’t control myself.  I began

tearing off my clothes as Eileen and Nicole had; they were already stripped down

to their pantyhose.

I quickly stripped to my pantyhose, flinging clothes any which way.  My pussy

felt so hot, so much unsatiable desire down there, wanting – NEEDING – to be

satisfied.  I wanted to take the pantyhose off but could not find the

waistband.  They were so sheer they did not slow me down at all.  I’ve never

seen my hands work so fast, fingering my pussy through the nylon, working on the

small knob that had protruded.

Nicole and Eileen had found each other on the couch and were busy grinding

their hot pussies into each other. The zzzip-ing sound of pantyhose swishing

filled the room, along with our cries of ecstasy.

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”  first Nicole gasped, then Eileen.  “OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

The heat in my own sex would not die down and could not be stopped; the

faster I stroked the hotter I got.

I needed a release so bad.  I imagined another lover’s hands exciting me in the

best possible way, but it was only my other hand.  I was so heavy into my own

masturbation that I almost didn’t notice Nicole and Eileen orgasm together.

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” They shrieked in erotic harmony.

Hearing their climax and the swishing sound their pantyhose made pushed me to

my own at last.  I came, with a great sigh of pleasure.  I could feel my cum

dripping off my hand onto their rug, but I couldn’t care.

I was about to taste it when I discovered I had company.  Rolling off the

couch, Nicole grabbed the warm juices and  greedily plunged them into her

mouth.  Then I felt a different kind of sensation as Eileen began a furious

lapping of my cum from between my legs.

“OH MY!!!” I blurted, then surrendered to the moment. “Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!” 

Feeling Eileen’s hot tongue darting in and out of my pantyhosed pussy made me

heat up once more. I wanted to....wanted again…

Seeing that Eileen had beaten her to my pussy, Nicole slid forward and sat on

my face, putting her own moist crotch in my face.  She had plenty of cum to go

around.  Instantly I began eating her through the sheer nylon.  Her warm juices

tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough, but I sure tried.

“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

    “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

I came for a second time, followed soon after by Nicole, we did not manage to

do it in harmony (will have to work on my timing, I made a mental note).  Her

cum smeared all over my face as her soaking wet pussy ground into my mouth while

I tried vigorously to lick it up.

Eileen seemed drunk on my cum and lay squirming on the floor. Nicole and I

moved on to her, with Nicole eating her fruits while I stimulated her areolas

with my tongue.  It didn’t take long before we had her bucking, hips flying in

the air, as Nicole furiously fingered her to climax.

We watched in amazement as Eileens eyes rolled back in her head and what

seemed like an endless flow of cum came steaming out of her sex, drenching

Nicole.

“OH OH  IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”  she managed, then only murmured,

“Ahhhhhhh……..”  Eileen just laid there cooing while Nicole cleaned herself off,

then started licking the cum from her roommate.

“I’ve never seen anything like that;” said Nicole, “it tastes sweet though,”

she commented,  licking her fingers.

The incredible heat between my legs subsided and my head started to clear a

bit, I had enough presence of mind to glance over to the wall.  “Oh my god, look

at the time!”  The clock said three o’clock;  if I wanted to get any sleep at

all I had better get going.  Quickly I got dressed and told Nicole and a still

quivering Eileen that I’d give them a lift to rehearsal tomorrow.  My legs felt

wobbly, but I got to my feet and found the door.

Tired, finally, I made it home and went straight to bed, thinking what a

strange day it has been.

  * * *

It was morning, arriving way too soon for my weary body.  I awoke feeling

kind of stiff, I didn’t drink any last night so I had no hangover, but I knew a

few that would.

As I got out of bed my legs felt cool and airy, I looked down at them to find

I wasn’t wearing those wonderful pantyhose anymore.  I didn’t remember taking

them off and started looking around the room, a search that proved fruitless,

though I did find a missing leg warmer behind the dresser.

Oh well, I thought, maybe there’ll be another pair waiting for me at the

studio.

I showered, dressed in a leotard top and wrap skirt, and did my make up all

kind of in a daze.  It had been a while since I’d felt pleasure like last

night.  The sun seemed too bright as I found my car and left for Nicole and

Eileen’s place to pick them up.  I was also curious to see if they had recovered

from last night’s orgy.

Knocked on the door to their condo, waited.  After what seemed longer than

typical, Nicole answered.

“Oh, Pam; Hi, come on in!”  she muttered kind of sleepily, then went to the

kitchen for some coffee.

I entered to see Eileen coming down the stairs in her sweats, ready to go to

rehearsal.

“Hi Pam, good to see you made it home ok, we passed out on the couch soon after

you left…”

“Yeah, I felt sooo tired afterward, I’ve never been so utterly horny in all

my life.”  Eileen said in amazement.

“I’ve never seen a woman spout so much cum, either, especially through

pantyhose.” I declared.

“You guys didn’t know I’m a squirter?”, said Eileen with a sly smile.  Nicole

returned, bringing us all cups of steaming French Blend with a little swirl of

whipped cream on top.  It felt like a celebration, somehow.

“I think what you did last night was more like drenching than squirting,” I

replied, pointing at the huge mess still on the floor of their living room. 

Maybe a throw rug would cover it up….

“Huh, that’s impossible,” Eileen said, “I’ve never came that much.”

“Heh, last night you did.” Nicole affirmed.

“Hey you all wanna hear something strange?” I began, “When I woke up this

morning the pantyhose we got yesterday were – gone – I don’t remember taking

them off…”

“Wow,” chimed in Nicole, “The exact same thing happened to us!”

“I looked all over the place and I couldn’t find mine anywhere,” Eileen

added, “I even looked in the Jacuzzi.”

“Do you think someone was in here; someone’s stalking us?”

“Don’t know; could be Nicole, you never know. I didn’t see any signs that

anyone broke into my place.”

“I gave up trying to find them eventually; I figured there would be more at

the studio” Nicole concluded.

“I hope so,” said Eileen, “those were the best pantyhose I’ve ever worn.”

“Me, too!” Nicole chimed in.  I merely smiled, savoring the memory of they

way they felt on my legs.

Nicole and Eileen got their stuff together and we headed for the studio, when

we got there we found that the others had also slept in their pantyhose and had

awoken to find them missing.  Surely there was no stalker following all of us,

but I still could not understand what had happened.  All concern was forgotten

when we entered the dressing room to find each of us had a new pair waiting for

us at our mirrors.

I tried not to let the others know how excited I was as I walked over to my

nook and started changing.  A few of the others where a bit less conservative, I

thought; Beverly, Nicole, and Eileen were racing to see who could get theirs on

first.

“Only two more rehearsals till taping,” said Jamilah, already in costume and

walking around stretching.

“I can’t wait for vacation; I’m going to Bermuda after the wrap party,” said

Beverly, smoothing her legs.  Nicole came in a close second, while Eileen seemed

to be lost in the sensation of sliding the hose leisurely over her legs.  She

may have lost the contest, though I think she won the pleasure sweepstakes.

Anxious, but not obviously rushing, I had my pantyhose on in a flash;

instantly the feeling of vibrant energy returned, making me feel even better. 

The short night seemed to vanish in that moment.  I was ready to fly.

“I’ve got to ask Rickie where she got these, I’d love to have some for the

off season,” said Darcel, “I’d also like to know if they come in any other

shades”.

“I’ll bet’cha they do,” said Eileen, who had chosen a red leotard with a

deeply cut cleavage.

“Who wouldn’t want to have a pair of pantyhose like these?  I’ve never seen

anything like them!” said Jamilah.

“Hey has anyone heard anything more about next year’s roster?” asked Beverly,

kind of out of the blue.

“No; Brad wouldn’t say boo about it and Anita says she won’t know anything

‘til sometime after the taping.” Darcel answered.  “So we’re all in the dark,

then.”

“I hope they don’t change the show too much.  What would Solid Gold be

without the countdown?”

“I think it would be a lame ass show, Nicole,” I replied.  “I remember when

Deborah and Gayle left; there was a loss, but we just had to deal with it. 

We’ll deal with whatever changes they make this time, too.”

“Deborah and Gayle were such good dancers, why were they let go?” Bev asked

as she stretched one leg high up to the top of a dresser.  She seemed to have a

lot of energy as well.

“So you could have a job, Beverly,” said Darcel, with a bit of mockery in her

voice.

“No, I don’t know why,” I continued, ignoring the jibe.  “There’s been others

too, like Janeen, who was here for only a few shows this season and then – poof

– she’s not around anymore.  There are always changes.”

“Yeah, then what about Chelsea and Lezlie and Leslie?” said Nicole. ”I

remember watching them on the show, too, but Gayle was the reason I wanted to be

here.”

“I was sad the day I heard about her accident,” Darcel said quietly.  It was

something none of us talked about.

“Yeah, so was I…”  She had been a good friend of mine…

Soon everyone had their hose and dancewear on. The tingly sensations

increased when I moved, even more so than yesterday, but they felt great.  Every

step I took, every move, every kick I made, my legs were energized anew.  I was

so gratified by having them.  It’s too bad Mark and Cooley couldn’t wear these,

they would enjoy them I’d bet, even as guys.

Rehearsal was again over before it started, it seemed, my energy level was

incredible.  Everyone was going through their routines almost flawlessly. But if

we are too good, I had thought, they might cancel the next rehearsal.  Whether

it was because I was not paying attention or unconsciously trying to, I flubbed

the sweep and almost tripped over Nicole.  Instead of a catty remark, she

flashed a knowing smile back at me.  She must have been thinking of the same

thing!  I realized at that moment.  My goof earned me a scowl from Anita but no

other comments.

Like yesterday, we all went to Bruno’s afterwards, dressed to the nines,

where again we danced the night away.  Well, less of the night than last night;

at around 10:30 p.m. I decided to head home.  My energy hadn’t run out, but

tomorrow was dress rehearsal day and I wanted to look and perform my best. 

There might have been something else, too; something I did not expect but was

kind of hoping for.

I took Eileen and Nicole home again since we lived so close, the others were

leaving as well.  We made it to our complex without any more fooling around this

time.  After I dropped them off we went our separate ways.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, the sensual heat I had felt last

night returned in a flood of desire.  Seized by the need for pleasure I almost

collapsed in the entryway, a yelp of  “UUUNHHHHHH!” escaping from my lips.  Once

more I would have to satisfy my own needs myself, but not here on the Persian

carpet.

I barely made it upstairs, the heat and my clit pushing down against the

pantyhose making it hard to walk.

In my bedroom I quickly disrobed in front of the mirror, watching myself as I

played my hands over my body.  My sex was very wet as I worked my fingers into

it, grinding my pelvis back and forth in rhythm. Strange; my bush looks a bit

smaller, I observed.  I don’t recall trimming it yesterday.

Then the erotic heat really overtook me; I wanted – no, NEEDED – something

inside me sooo bad.  Making it over to the nightstand, I pulled my vibrator from

the drawer and fell into the bed.  A familiar, friendly, buzzing could be heard

as I made it come to life in my hand.  Seconds later it was dancing across my

clit; driving me nearly insane with its pulses.  The pleasure was intense,

greater than I recalled.  Still, I wanted more...

Fumbling with the waist band, I slid my free hand down inside my marvelous

nylons, trying to make a hole so my little friend could go in and play. 

Amazingly, the pantyhose wouldn’t rip!  They seemed as strong as steel springs

and almost as tight, so I had to push-pull the vibrator in under the hose and

help it find the goal; when my hand slipped on my juices as I was repositioning

the dildo, the tightness of the hose quickly plunged it in.  Deep!

“UuuuuuAHHHHhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Immediately I came, my hips rocking up and down, side to side, while grabbing

wads of bed sheets with my fists as the orgasm intensified.

“AAAAAOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”  My climax seemed to last forever, then

there was immmediately another.  “UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”  The heat

couldn’t be quenched by normal orgasms, it seemed.  I needed more...

I got up off the bed and made for an old antique rocking chair I had in my

room, the vibrator shifting and pulsing merrily along, sealed in by the

pantyhose, as I moved.  My whole body glistened with perspiration.

I mounted one of the sensuously curved arms of the chair and began rubbing and

rubbing as if my clit had a mind of its own.  The heat intensified and my skin

began to feel very sensitive all over as I rocked back and forth, grinding my

pussy into the arm of the chair burying the vibrator deeper inside of me. 

Seconds later, my whole body arched up and rocked as I came again.  “OOMMHHIIIIUUuugggghhhh!” 

I tried to be quiet, lest the neighbors complain.  At last, the heat seemed to

fade slightly, but now I was becoming exhausted.

Spent, I headed back towards the bed; passing in front of the mirror, I

didn’t recognize myself.  I froze in my tracks and did a double-take to find

that my silky pantyhose now seemed to cover me from head to toe; I could hardly

make out my normal features save for my hair.  It looked as if my whole skin

were now smooth nylon; every part of me was now very shiny, especially between

my legs which was still wet from cum.

This wasn’t just sweat; I wanted to freak out, but instead my hands began

exploring my body without asking me first.  Of course I would have let them, but

this was a matter of principle. Then I was lost in the sensation of pantyhose

covered fingers slipping over my pantyhose covered breasts and tummy.  It feels

sooo good...

I lost myself for a moment – well, several moments – till my silky hand slipped

down to fondle my sex; it was  then I remembered the vibrator sealed inside me

and felt its pulsing once more.  Carnal heat nearly consumed me again as it

dawned on me that I… couldn’t… get… it… out…!

I tucked my pubic bone up to get a better look at my pussy in the mirror; I

could just barely see the shaft of the vibrator peeking through the moist folds

of my labia. The thought of the vibrator being stuck there forever made the heat

even hotter.  And I just changed the batteries to Ultra!

I furiously began rubbing my clit, which was now engorged into a throbbing

knob, desperately wanting to release pleasure into my body.  Poking and pushing

the end of the vibrator only increased the movement a little; I needed more,

much more...

The bed posts!  flashed through my sex-addled mind and I knew in an instant

they’d be perfect.  The four posts of my bed were topped with egg shaped wooden

knobs.  The ones at the foot of my bed should give me what I need, quickest!  I

moved over to the end of the bed and eased my hungry sex down over the closest

one of them, feeling the pressure of the hard oak on the vibrator.  The buzzing

sensation itself nearly drove me over the edge as the bed knob transmitted it to

the whole bed, then the floor.  The room itself was now a turn-on!

My movements became rapidly quicker and deeper, I could even feel the bed

knob poking deeper inside me!

“AWE!  NAWNN!  NUAHHHHEEE!”  My hands slipped all over me as the third orgasm

took me to a level of ecstatic joy I’d never known; never believed was even

possible.  Gripped by its power, I could feel my entire body tensing as I

prolonged the orgasm for seconds that seemed like an eternity to me.  Anyone

entering the room would have thought there was an ornately carved figure perched

on the bedpost, I remained so still.

Eventually, I fell back into the bed, totally exhausted, part of me wondering

how I’m going to get the pantyhose off, the rest of me not caring as I quickly

slipped into a slumber populated by pungent dreams of erotic acrobatics and

unusual companions.

Morning came, foggily, and I found myself lying flat on my back, staring at a

ceiling which still seemed to have nymphs and satyrs dancing on it. Or was that

part of the dream?  There was something hard pressing against my ass; I reached

under there and grasped a long and hard object.  It was my vibrator, quiet now.

I remembered last night, or at least most of it; especially the part where I got

the dildo stuck inside me and how my nylon-coated body felt all over…  Was that

part of the dream, too?

Jumping out of bed I flew to the mirror to find my normal self looking back

at me, pantyhose nowhere to be seen.  Like yesterday, they were just – gone. 

It’s weird though, it feels like they’re still covering me!  My skin felt so

taut and smooth, with fewer freckles than I recalled.  Looking down at my abs, I

could see they appeared rock hard; in fact my whole body looked tighter and felt

buffed like I had done twenty hours of aerobics a day for the past month.  I

liked the effect, but it was a mystery. Masturbation alone doesn’t do this, I

thought to myself, even incredibly absolutely tremendously wonderful multiple

orgasms.  What is going on?

Something else was different though; the great glowing feeling I had when I

wore the magical pantyhose was gone too.  I felt empty inside, like I needed

something.... Just don’t know what it is, exactly. I wondered.

 

While showering I found another thing that had changed overnight; all my pubic

hair; was gone, completely.  Not even any stubble or a pale patch of skin at my

crotch. It was like I never had any. Why didn’t I notice that in the mirror? 

Upon closer examination, the fine hairs on my arms had vanished, too.

This is way beyond strange, I mused,  these last two days have been so very

weird and yet pleasurable; first the pantyhose, then the sex acts, and now

this.  It’s like someone was conditioning me...  For what?  Thinking of the

dance troupe, I wondered if the same changes were happening to the others?

I imagined that when I saw myself in the full-length mirror as I stepped out

of the shower and toweled off (which felt very weird as I dried my denuded sex)

that I could almost be one of the perfect bodies that win beauty contests and

get put on display. But, I’m still a dancer, and the final rehearsal is today! I

jogged myself back to reality.  Finishing getting ready for the performance, I

left to pick up Eileen and Nicole, curious what this day would bring.

Eileen answered the door when I arrived. “Pam, ah, hi!  We’re almost ready,” 

she said to me, then shouted up the stairs “NICOLE, PAM’S HERE!!” With a

sheepish smile she said, “She’s almost ready; really.”

“You will not believe the dream I had last night,” I told her as I sat down,

“only I don’t know if it was a dream or real or what...”

“It couldn’t have been any weirder than the one we had!”  Eileen sat

cross-legged on the floor and related their experiences after I dropped them

off.  As she told me the details of what happened to them within their shared

dreams, I could see it was not much different from my – dream.

“As soon as they got home it started,” Eileen said, “ I became mega horny,

like the night before. Nicole and I used a double sided dildo and screwed each

other silly for hours and hours.”  She leaned closer to me, saying “But we never

took the hose off!  It was like they were, like, glued onto us.  I couldn’t

believe we never put a hole in them, with all that pressure.  They just seemed

to stretch inside of us, and it felt sooo good!”

I simply nodded knowingly; this was almost exactly what happened to me.

“Wait; it gets even stranger,” said Nicole, as she skipped down to meet us

and picked up on the conversation.  “As we were grinding into each other our

pantyhose sort of spread, until they completely covered our bodies!”  Eileen

nodded her agreement as Nicole continued, “For quite a few minutes we looked

smooth and shiny, just like some of those window mannequins you see at some

department stores.”  She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts.  “It was

so weird; when we touched each other we were – slippery.  That part was really

fun!”

“Eventually we passed out,” said Eileen, “then when we woke up today, the

pantyhose were gone; just like from yesterday.  Only this time I’m sure I did

not lose them.  I have no idea when we got to sleep, because I must have come

nine times at least!”

“Yeah, you should see the mess upstairs,” said Nicole with a smirk.

 â€œI’ve got to find out more about those pantyhose,” I stated, “I’ve got to

see what makes them what they are, behave the way they do; ‘cause ever since I

woke up this morning, it feels like I still have them on, and not just on my

legs this time.”  I stood and did a little turn in front of my two friends. 

Today I was wearing a silvery skin-tight catsuit, ankle boots, and a wide

leather belt.  It was an outfit I’d previously thought was too risqué and

revealing; now it just felt – right – for me.  “My whole body is more toned and

defined, with a tighter waist and fuller bosom.  It’s like I’ve got the body I’d

always wanted.” And now I can show it off too!

Eileen and Nicole’s faces went white in unison as I told them this last part,

then they gasped in recognition.

“I know totally what you mean Pam!  I noticed the same thing with Nicole and

me this morning, and I almost freaked when I saw this…”  Eileen lifted her skirt

up and pushed her panties to the side to show me her smooth hairless sex.

“Same thing with me; bald as a baby.” I said.  “So it seems these new

pantyhose are really doing something to us; it’s not only an intense dream we’ve

all been having.”  The other two nodded.  “Now, I don’t know what, yet I don’t

want to stop wearing them; they make me feel so good.”  I could hardly wait to

put on the next pair.

“I just wonder if any of the other dancers are going through the same thing?”

queried Nicole, while brushing her hands over the more pronounced curves of her

enhanced body; she, too, had been changed for the better.

“Probably,” said Eileen, “they were on the first night. I just can’t wait to

see what happens this evening.”

“Let’s go then, girls; I’m ready!” said Nicole.  “I’ve been dying to get into

another pair of those pantyhose ever since I woke up.”  She didn’t have to ask

twice.

We headed for the studio; today was dress rehearsal, with full costumes,

sets, and music.  Then, taping day.

On the way there I began to think  If I am given another pair of these

pantyhose, should I even put them on?

So many strange things have been happening the last two days, it has to be the

pantyhose that are causing it.

We arrived at the studio and met up with the other girls, who all seemed very

eager for another day of heavy rehearsals.  So keen, indeed, that we didn’t have

time to talk about our dreams last night.

As soon as I got inside the dressing room I saw our show costumes waiting for

us, hanging on the back wall, covered by thin transparent plastic bags. They

looked super; I couldn’t wait to see how mine looked on my new improved body. 

Getting more and more excited, I looked over at my nook, hoping, then whispering

Yess! to myself as I saw another pair of magical pantyhose waiting for me

there.  I was totally drawn to them.

Any doubts I had before about wearing them vanished in desire as I quickly

got undressed and flung the catsuit in a heap on the floor.  My sex was already

moistened; I had to hide my wetness from the others.  So I sat on a towel while

pretending to skim the call sheet.  Hmm; I’m in six numbers this show, not

including the opening and closing numbers.  I remembered my moves and where I

had to be careful and not foul up the timing.  Then, nonchalantly, I reached for

the package of hose.  Only I could see my hands trembling in anticipation.

The pantyhose seemed to glide on even more effortlessly than before, they’re

smoothing up my legs almost on their own, I thought.  Once they were in place, I

looked completely sexless with them on, not a shadow or a mound other than my

pussy.  I resisted the temptation to feel myself up down there, but it took an

effort.  Slipping into my dance shoes, buckling them on, I started to think

about the performance and put any other distractions aside until it was over. 

Gingerly I went over and picked out my first costume, which was a dark tan,

sequined mini with slits far up the sides.  It fit like a glove, for the first

time ever.  Wow, talk about luck!

The other dancers had their new hose on by now as well and were each claiming

their costumes.  I took a glimpse at a few of them and could see they had

benefited from the overnight workout program too.  They all looked great.

I slipped into the opaque tan briefs that came with the costume, which hid

any glimpse of our sex. With these briefs on, you’d think I was a barbie doll! 

I thought as I checked my costume in the full-length mirror.  But

I have seen footage of us dancing in them, to the cameras it looks like we’re

not wearing any at all.  I sighed;

Anything for a ratings boost…

I looked over at Nicole sitting next to me, she already looked completely

sexless just as I did.  As she slipped on the briefs, I began to wonder would

anyone notice if we didn’t wear them?

I couldn’t wait to get into the practice studio.  After I quickly finished

dressing, my legs felt like dancing, so I stretched and did a few leaps simply

to feel the energy flowing into my legs and body once more.  There was just a

hint of something else; a heat that simmered deep inside my pussy.  Not yet,

Pam, but soon.  Patience!

The others were just as quick to get ready and soon we were all in the practice

studio, warming up.

Anita was waiting for us as usual, clipboard in hand.  She noted the outfits

we were wearing would be used in both the opening and closing sequences so she

wanted us to practice in them.  I had no problem with this; my bouncy legs were

begging to dance.   The costume fit me like a second skin, so I did not expect

any binding or restriction of movement at all.  And there wasn’t…

As the music started and we began to move, I could feel the pantyhose

caressing me soothing me with every step; stretching and pulling, contracting

and holding, enhancing my legs and my performance as one.  Never before have I

felt so much ‘in the zone’ as that day, one with the music and my moves and my

dance troupe.

I couldn’t believe how well I danced.  I began to wonder how it was these

pantyhose could inspire you to feel so good, so – right – but I couldn’t quite

put a finger in it. It’s almost like a euphoria drug; how they make you feel,

especially later when they turn up your heat, making you horny and sensitive

like you never have before.

As the rehearsal wound down, I resolved to myself  Tonight, I’m sleeping in

them again, no matter what… not knowing how right I was.

The final number had started; after all our activity I was already half

expecting the hose to turn up the heat.

In the middle of a bouncy high kick, they did.  My face flushed, but I did not

skip a beat and glided into the next steps effortlessly.  Oooooohhh!!! Have to

hurry!! I told myself, and also to focus on finishing the set.

Concentration came harder and harder as my heart began to race.  I so

desperately wanted to sneak off and satisfy myself.  I wonder if any of the

others feel the same way? I thought as I glanced around the studio.

I caught Beverly fingering herself in a turn while trying to pretend she was

adjusting her briefs; Darcel looked happier than she normally would be, too. 

It’s getting hot in here – don’t know how long I can keep it up.  My strutting,

hip wagging canter around the stage was itself almost too much.  It won’t be

long, I told myself, and struggled to keep in step.

My pulse continued to race; I couldn’t wait for this number to end.  I can

feel the heat building; I need release now.  Oh, now, please let me stop!  I

bumped and grinded my way through the complex choreography the same way I have

done each week, letting my legs carrying me by instinct and training, my

incredible pantyhose pleasuring me as I gyrated.   It’s getting harder to stay

focused on dancing; there’s all this movement; I can feel  how swollen my clit

is getting from these moves.  My mind was telling me to find release, but I

danced on.

The tempo of the music changed, that meant the number was ending;  time for

us do our final prance to center stage and strike a pose grouped around Darcel. 

After a few seconds, Anita would say ‘Clear’ and the dress rehearsal would be

finished.  I knew that soon I would have the release I craved.

‘SO--LID G-O-L-D!!!’ the singers announced and then fell silent; the music

peaked and cut off into silence.

I struck my pose next to Mark with my hands at my hips.  Shoving my pelvis

forward to shape my hips was a standard move, but this time my clit rubbed on

the pantyhose.  Like a match being struck, it sent the most powerful fire yet

directly into my brain.  AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It felt like a

million orgasms and lasted almost as long.  I knew I wasn’t going to make it to

the dressing room, or any other room for that matter.  I felt a strange

sensation pass through me and hoped I wasn’t going to pass out.

I held the pose for a ten count, timing off the seconds silently, struggling

to keep my smile steady on my face.

‘6,7,8,9,10....10...10?’  Anita had not said a word, but I had to have some

relief.  I started to reach down to my pussy, then discovered…

I can’t move; what’s going on?

The others weren’t moving either, not at all.  Everyone was stuck in their

final poses.  Like statues.

I... I... I can’t move, no matter how hard I try; I can’t move, I can’t

budge....Can’t talk…. Why?

Why can’t I move?   My thoughts raced while my body stayed as stiff as a board. 

Straining as hard as I could, I tried to move something, maybe only to twitch my

little finger, but nothing happened.  Even blinking was impossible as I stared

blankly ahead.

I can’t move anything!!  Somebody do something!!  I cried without making a

sound.

We’re standing here, no one else in the studio but Anita. I could see by her

reflection in the mirrors of the room that she wasn’t moving either.  It was

like time had stopped…  Everybody was totally frozen.

Everything was so quiet with the music finished, all I could hear was slow

breathing.

Mark, Cooley, Eileen, Nicole, Darcel, Jamilah, Beverly – myself – all looked

like perfect statues in a tableaux.

My mind, half washed in orgasm, half in panic, wondered What’s wrong with me?

How can this happen to us?

We stood there, still and mute, for what seemed like an hour when the door

opened at last. Rick Dees and a man who looked like a doctor, along with two

nurses, entered the room.  I didn’t know what to do; though there was nothing,

really, I could do.  I still couldn’t move a muscle.  The man in the lab coat

I’d never seen before, but Rick Dees used to host the show last season.

There was something familiar looking about the nurses....  Oh My GOD – It’s

Deborah and Gayle!!

I hadn’t seen them since they left the show and thought for a moment that

maybe they were here to help us.  But help was not their intention.  They seemed

to be oddly quiet as they stood there patiently. What are they doing with Rick,

and dressed in those nurses uniforms?

The man in the lab coat looked like he was from MIT or some think tank; he

was pale, balding, and greasy.  He wore black thick glasses and carried with him

two brief cases that looked like they were very heavy from the amount he was

sweating.  Or maybe that’s just his normal complexion.  Ugh.  He seemed

unperturbed.

Good, maybe he can find out why we can’t move...

“Damn Ben, I didn’t think you could do it again!” exclaimed Rick, as the man

in the lab coat unfolded a stand out of the bottom of one of the brief cases and

set it up.

“I told you I could.  It’s just that I’ve never done so many all at once.” 

There was a trace of an accent in the reedy voice.

What? This many? What the hell are they talking about?  Us?

Anita remained as unmoving as we all were.  The reflection in the mirror

showed the expression of confusion and surprise affixed on her rigid face.

Aren’t you going to do something?

“The subjects appear to be prepared as I had expected,” Ben said as he walked

around us, observing each of our motionless forms like we were exhibits in some

wax museum. “The formula seems to have worked even better than last time,” he

continued.

OoooH!

I felt his stubby fingers on my ass, giving me a slight pinch and pat as he

passed behind me.  It felt surprisingly good.  What’s he doing? what’s going on

here; what does he mean ‘the formula seems to have worked better?’   What

formula??

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Ben,” Rick proclaimed.  “So when will they

be able to join the others?”

“Soon, my impatient colleague; soon.  Once the controllers are in place,

they’ll become everything what I told you they would be.  And more.”

Rick stood there ringing his hands with open glee, “I can’t wait for them –

to – to be mine!”

What’s going on here?  What’s going to happen to us?

I could just see Deborah and Gayle; they had blank looks on their faces and

were just standing there.  Waiting?

“Heh heh – looks as if the formula conditioned them too well, Ben.” Rick

chuckled.

“Why’s that?” The ‘doctor’ was fumbling with the locks on the brief cases and

was not looking at us.

“Eileens leaking,” Rick said pointing down at her rigid, unmoving figure as

she crouched stiffly in front of me. I could only imagine she had come in a big

way.

“I’ll take care of that,” Ben said, motioning Deborah and Gayle to him as he

removed some items out of one of the open cases.  The unguarded door seemed to

make him uneasy as he had glanced at it several times already.  “Are you no one

will walk in on us?”

“I’m quite certain. Anita always holds private, closed,  rehearsals; we won’t

be disturbed.”

“Very well then; Deborah, Gayle?” They came closer, he turned and handed each

of them an object I could not see.  “Deborah, you go and take care of Eileen,

Gayle you will please deal with Nicole,” Ben said nodding towards where we stood

or squatted like a bunch of wax figures.

What are they going to do?

My jaw would have dropped if I could have moved as Deborah moved like she was

in a trance toward Eileen.  In her hand I could see a flesh-colored something,

rodlike; a Dildo?

Eileen was frozen in a half crouch directly in front of me. Deborah knelt

down slowly, carefully moved aside the wet portion of her briefs, and inserted

the dildo into her.

It had looked like it went right through the nylon covering her pussy; then

after it vanished into her, it was gone without a trace!  OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE

THEY DOING TO US?

While this was happening Gayle did the same to Nicole, the other crouched

dancer.

I couldn’t believe what was happening; it was hard to figure if I was

thinking straight or not.  Everything was taking place as if in a dream.  First

being frozen, now this scene!

Deborah and Gayle rose slowly, walked back over to Ben, and stood quietly

behind him without saying a word.  Ben pressed a few buttons on a small box that

he held, then Eileen and Nicole moved!  There was something not right about how

they acted, something – mechanical?

Stiff-jointed, like mimes or cartoon robots, the two dancers stood slowly to

attention.  They both stared blankly into space.  I could see the damp stain at

the crotch of Eileen’s leotard but this did not seem to bother her at all. 

Nothing did.  Nicole was also dazed.

After pressing more buttons, he motioned them over to him and he handed them

each another of the phallic controllers, as well as giving two more to Deborah

and Gayle.  He spoke to them in turn, but I did not catch what he said.

Then Deborah and Gayle went to Darcel and Jamilah; Nicole stepped stiffly

towards Beverly. Eileen came for… ME!

I... no... don’t...

Panic flooded though me; what was I going to do?  I’m going to have one of

those thingie’s shoved into my coochie – and then what?

For a moment she faced me and looked directly into my eyes.  I was hoping for

a bit of recognition, a sudden smile or some sign this wasn’t happening.  She

stared through me as if I was not there.  Or Eileen wasn’t Eileen anymore.

Eileen No Don’t!  I screamed, but my lips did not even tremble.  She couldn’t

hear me, I couldn’t even talk.

Slowly, deliberately, she knelt down in front of my frozen body.  I could

feel cool air on my crotch as she pulled my own dampened briefs aside, the

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