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Karen - The Loose Fitting Jeans Challenge
Chapter 1
"Another day, another dollar" thought Karen while stretching to stop the alarm of her wake-up clock. It was Friday, 
but one of those Fridays where you very much look forward to the weekend. It has been a long week at the office, 
and the weekend rest was a more than needed prospect. Lots of work at the magazine, but everything was going 
great. Actually, she didn't expect a magazine devoted to the fashion of denim, especially tight denim would sell to 
that many copies. 50 millions last month!
She threw the bed sheets away, revealing her tight stretch denim jumpsuit that she always wear as her pyjamas. It 
was hugging every inches of her slim body with just the right pressure. It had to be, it was 2 sizes too small. Her 
high heels mules were waiting for her feet besides the bed. The clear acrylic was almost shining over the blue carpet 
of the bedroom. The shoes were entirely made of transparent acrylic, including the toe strap. She had choose them 
for exactly this reason. Very handy for what was to come. She got up, of course putting on the shoes. "Never rest a 
foot flat on the floor" she said to herself while sliding her feet into them. "You can end-up with flat feet". She 
walked to the bathroom, removed her jumpsuit. The imprints of the seams could be noticed along her legs, arms and 
on each side of her body. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Humm... these marks shows up almost like they're 
really there. They don't look so pretty. Maby I can do better. Next time, I'll get one another size smaller, that way the 
imprint will be prefect!" she said with a smile, before stepping back into her mules and getting in the shower. It was 
tricky to wash herself and twisting around with the wet high heels, but she managed, and kind of liked the challenge. 
Always a nice warmup for what was to come.
After she dried up herself, she went back to the bedroom, and opened her closet. " Okay..." she said to herself 
"what's the agenda for today... hummm. Mainly standing up and walking, not a lot of sitting down. Makes the choice 
easier!". She picked a heavyweight stretch denim bodysuit, with long sleeves. It was fitting her very snugly, but the 
stretch denim allow her to have almost free movements of her arms, tightly encased in the fabric. It was a little chilly 
that day, so the heavweight fabric will keep her warmer. It has been made to measure for her with moulded cups so 
her breast will not look squished. And now for the jeans. Again, the choice was easy. She had her jeans divided into 
"typed", for different activities. There were 4 types:
Type 1: Tight fit stretch denim. She had to get a few of those following an incident when she once went for montain 
hiking with a bunch of friends. She had on what was then her regulay "type 1" jeans, being snug fitting regular 
denim. At one point, she got stuck to a rockface, not being able to move her leg high enough to climb, and not able 
to bend it enough to get down. They had to lower her with a rope, and she swore that it would never happen again. 
The stretch denim gives the tight fitting she likes, but allows much more freedom of movement. She will only wear 
them when she knows she's going to really need freedom.
Type 2: Formerly her "type 1" jeans. Those are snug/.tight fit jeans. There is some restriction of movement, and the 
tightness is perceptible. She would wear those where a too tight garment may cause troubles. Like if she has a very 
long sitting session in front of her, like for a board meeting or a trip, and wearing type 3 jeans will cause much 
discomfort, like the time where she decided to wear type 3 jeans before she took an airplane for a 6 hours trip, that 
ended up late and bumpy all along, and she finally spent 7 hours sitting in the plane seat, buckled up, able to get up 
only to go to the bathroom. At her arrival, both legs were numb, and she has to stay in the airplane for 15 minutes 
after it landed for her legs to get strong enough to walk. Another hard learned lesson.
Type 3 is mostly her everyday jeans. Very tight, so much that pliers are needed to close the zipper, but she can 
manage without much troubles (or is it experience) so she can go to public restrooms and be able to put back the 
pants. Very nice feeling for walking, good for sitting if not too long. Very nice feeling to wear for a slow walk in a 
trail in the woods. But no rock climbing!!
She has 2 varieties: regular and heavyweight denim.
Type 4 is the extreme type. Awfully tight. Make only of very heavyweight denim, those featured tripled stitched, 
glued seams, an army certified zipper, and are so tight to put on that she actually had to have a special device made 
for them. Once she has the jeans as high as she can, she hand herself to the device. A strong steel belt is fed through 
the belt loops of the pants (kevlar reinforced) and they're slowly pulled up, until her feet are off the ground. then she 
squirmed around and after many minutes and contorsions, the crotch is as high as it will go. Then she lowers herself 
on the ground, and gets her back against the device. It's a simple mechanical thing, with one center "push post" and 
two sides "hands". When she pushed with her back on the push post, the two sides handes closes on her hips. The 
surface of the hands are covered with small notches, that grips the denim. The more she pushes back, the more the 
hands pull the fabric toward the front, getting the two sides of the zipper closer. Then she takes a hook, grap the 
zipper and pull it up, usually a centimeter at a time. The whole process takes about half an hour. Once done, she's 
tightly encase in thick denim. Walking is difficult, sitting is out of the question, but the feeling is astounding!
And there, at the far end of type 4, there's a single piece of clothing. A gift from a special friend: her sister. She had 
a big joke played on Karen with that suit. That's tight denim to the extreme. Very heavyweight denim, lined with a 
fine layer of kevlar, seams triple stitched and glued, and army grade zipper. She had wore it only once, and it took 
one hour to put on... and another hour to get out! The legs are as tight and difficult to put on as her type 4 jeans. 
With the kevlar lining, the torso section act as a strict corset as the waist was made 2 sizes smaller than she really is, 
and the breast is molded like her bodysuit. The arms are very tight, and hard to pull through. Once all zipped in it, 
Karen could barely move. The tight fabric allowed only for her to bend forward or sideways a maximum of 15 
degrees. She couldn't bend her arms at more than 90 degrees, and her shoulders didn't allow her to raise her arms 
more than 45 degrees in the air, with a 90 degrees of total rotation for both direction (45 front/ 45 back). Her sister 
had her dressed in the suit, put her highest heels boots on, and was drove to a high school reunion (which she had 
been kept unaware of it's preparation, so it was a total surprise). She spent the whole evening not able to bend, not 
able to sit, not able to eat, because she couldn't reach her mouth with the tight sleeves, which on the other hand was 
a good thing, since it was impossible for her to go to the bathroom. She was sore for 2 days after that event, and had 
swear that her sister was going to pay for that. She was still waiting for the right moment.
But right now, it was a working day, and since she didn't had any of her special device to put type 4 jeans on at 
work, she settled for a type 3. She grabbed a pair of light blue. They were beginning to wear out, but were able to 
keep together without ripping. She fed the pants pass her ankle and then put her shoes on. It was the time or never, 
since once in them, she was unable to bend enough to tie the shoes. She chose a pair of red platform shoes. Then it 
was the now (oh so) familiar routine of pulling and tugging and twisting to put jeans that tight on. With a pair of 
pliers, she got the zipper up, and then she fastened the button and let out a sigh of releif. A quick look at the mirror 
running the full length and height of the wall put the smile back on her face. Her figure was perfect. Her butt, nicely 
hugged by the tight denim, putting it at the right place with the right shape. The seams were screaming to tear-off. 
The high heel platform shoes gave her unbeleivably long slim legs. Her waist encased 2 thickness of denim 
(bodysuit and pants) was slowly expanding, as much as the garment allowed it, with each quick breath. Her breast 
was protuding with the perfect shape within the moulded cups. She ran her hands up and down, feeling the little 
tickling all over the path of the tip of her fingers. She shivered.
"Better go to work, lady. that's for later... or is it for the full day?"
She put on a plastic raincoat, grabbed her purse (with clothes as tight as those, there was no way to put anything in 
pant pockets...) and headed for her car. It was a Toyota minivan, and so she had ample place to be able to sit in it, 
even with her tight jeans and heels. She hopped in, and fastened her 5 points racing style safetybelt. She likes the 
feeling of being tightly secured in her seat. That and the fact that the tight belt running between her legs, tugging on 
every bump, made her hot the whole trip, which was about an hour from home to office.
She parked the van in her reserved spot in the building parking lot, and headed for her office, on the 15th floor. The 
clicking sound of her heels could be heard two corridors away. 
She got out of the elevator, and into the office, almost right in front of it. Sandy, the secretary, was already there. 
She was wearing, as you would expect, a tight denim ensemble. It was dark blue denim jeans, with a leather tank top 
and high heels pumps with ankle strap.
"Hello Karen."
"Hello Sandy. Any messages?"
"Just one. My sister Lynda called and said that sh's going to come to the summer house this weekend, as scheduled."
A broad smile lightened Karen's face.
"Good. I can't wait to see her, and make her see what she's missing."
"I don't want to sound too pessimistic, but she's absolutely not into tight jeans."
"You know Sandy, what I always say is that events will make things happen if they have to. We'll see what will 
happen this weekend. You're still coming?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn't want to miss my sister wearing her first pair of really tight jeans for all the gold in the 
world... but then again, for all the gold..."
Karen left her with a good laugh. She remembered when she helped Sandy with her first pair of tight jeans. She had 
just hired her for the receptionist job, and she was at first shy, just even for working for a magazine dedicated to 
tight jeans, and seeing her boss, always in high heels and tight denim, made her unease, until Karen invited her to 
her summer house. There, she tried tight jeans, and fell in love with them. Now, she won't wear anything else, and 
she want her sister to experience it. Lynda was the perfect "casual" type, wearing flat sole shoes and loose fitting 
clothing for practicality, not feeling or pleasure. Sandy had been easy to "trick" to wear tight jeans, ending up with 
her usual clothes ruined, and having nothing to wear other than jeans and shoes provided by her host, who made 
certain that it was tight jeans and high heels. Sandy ended-up having to wear those for a full week. After only one 
day, she was sold to the idea. The hard part would be with Lynda. Sandy had told her all about how she was tricked, 
and so Lynda was coming to the summer house, with the assumption that Karen and Sandy would try to trick her 
into wearing tight jeans, and she swore that she would not be taken. She was going at the summer house to relax, 
having a good time at the lake. Karen had to come up with a plan. It was all thought about. All that needed was to 
execute it.
She entered her office, richely furnished with velvet covered chairs and sofas, hard wood tables and working desk. 
The most unique piece of equipment was her chair. It was made so the seat could recline, giving her hips, when 
seated, rest since they weren't at the classic 90 degrees angle. Very useful when seating for prolong time with tight 
jeans. It has a special harness preventing her to slide down. To the person on the other side of the desk, she looked 
like she was seating in the normal manner. She sat on the chair, adjusting the pitch of the seat portion to be 
comfortable, and began the paperwork. On top of the list, the editorial for the upcoming number. It was an essay by 
some guy name "Pete" about what the code of conduct of clerks at jeans stores should be. She liked it quite a lot, but 
it didn't exactly fit an editorial, but she will defenitely publish it.
The morning went by like that, browsing about articles for the magazine. As the head publisher, that was her job. 
She had lunch at Ernie's with a bunch of friends and co-workers. When she arrived, along with Sandy, two of her 
friends were already there. 
The first one was Karyn, a short brunette with a slim, almost skinny body. She usually make herself higher by 
wearing the highest pair of heels she can wear, today a pair of ultra-thick black platform shoes. With that, she was 
wearing a red pair of tight denim jeans with a pink wool sweater. Susanne was her friend, visiting from Denmark. 
She always liked tight jeans, but when she saw Karen in hers, she wanted the same, and she got them. Today, she 
was wearing what Karen beleived to by type 4! with red pumps. She wasn't sitting on the stool, more leaning on it. 
She greeted her with a large smile. Karen approached her.
"Hi Susanne. How are you today?"
"I can't feel better. Noticed my new jeans?"
"Yeah, I did. But isn't type 4 a little too extreme to go out at a restaurant?"
"Exactly. And that's what makes it so fun. I can't sit, I almost can't eat, and I certainely must not drink. Kinda self 
diet discipline."
"Yeah, like you need to loose weight..." said Karyn.
"Hey, here come the missing persons!" yelled Susanne, waving hands to the 2 approching women.
The first one was a slim and tall woman, pretty much the shape and size of Karen. Her name was Lisa. She was in 
charge of the advertising dept, and she sure advertise a lot all by herself. She was wearing white platforms lace-up 
boots, type 3 acid-wash denim jeans, a pvc top under a tight denim jacket. On her left was Gina. A wee bit taller 
than Karyn, that italian lady was always joyful and smiling. She was the head photographer of the magazine. She 
was wearing type 1 stretch denim jeans and high heels sandals.
"What's with the type 1" asked Susanne as Gina approached.
"I had to take pictures in a barn, and for some angles, I have to tuck myself in hard to reach places. I wear them 
because I have to. Not because I want to. I would rather like be in what you're wearing. Gee. Those look very tight."
"And they are, beleive me. I had all the hard time in the world to zip them, even with the pant puller."
"Wow" said Gina. "How do they feel?"
"Ikke stram nok" answered Susanne with a laugh.
"I hear you" said Karen "not tight enough".
"I can't wait for my sister to try that" said Sandy.
"That's right, it's THE weekend for her, isn't it? So, what have you planned?" asked Lisa.
"We'll go to the summer house" said Karen "and it will happen what should happen..."
"Oooo" said Gina with a stupid afraid gesture "I can't only try to imagine what you have planned in your sick mind 
of yours. Tell us."
"No way. I will not give away my little secrets"
"Oh, come on" they all answered as once.
"Nope! And that's the final word. Now, how about some food?"
They all had a nice meal, except Susanne who settled for a salad, of which she left half of it, not being able to eat 
one more bite.
karen then headed back to the office until 15:00, then she left, having stuff to prepare for the weekend. Sandy was to 
join her when her sister will arrive, somewhere in the early evening. She had a shiver of joy.
"That promise to be fun" she said to herself, looking at her "shopping" list..

Karen - The Loose Fitting Jeans Challenge
Chapter 2

The evening was cool. Karen had just come out of the bathroom and was in the process of closing her type 4 jeans 
zipper with the help lf the pant-puller when she heard the distinctive sound of a car coming around on the gravel 
driveway.
"Finally. Sandy is here with Lynda." she said to herslf with a bit of anxiety. She looked out the window. Sandy was 
getting out of the car, wearing type 3 jeans. What Lynda was wearing was beyond type 1, even a "type -4" wouldn't 
fit the description: baggy jeans! What an horror! She met them at the door.
"Hi Sandy, hello Lynda. How was the trip?"
"Very nice, thank you" said Lynda, a little shy. Sandy was wiggling her back trying to get the suitcases out of the 
trunk of the car, balancing on her high heels. She go out, first, a small suitcase that Karen recognised as Sandy's, 
followed by a huge one. Lynda went to give her a hand.
"What the hell is in this thing?" asked Karen.
"My clothes for the weekend" said Lynda.
"Your what? All this for 2 days?"
Sandy put down the suitcase with a sigh of releif. Lynda grabbed it.
"I told you I was accepting your invitation because I really need to decompress, and a few days out of the city 
seemed like a good idea. That and the fact that my sister..." she looked at her with dark eyes "... annoyed me for the 
past month about coming here. But since I know a lot about your lifestyle and what you did to her the first time she 
came here, I came prepared. I have 10 pair of pants in there. There's no way you're gonna have an 'accident' with all 
of them. I told you, I will not wear tight jeans."
Sandy looked at her, displeased.
"Lynda. That's not a way to greet someone. Okay, you don't like tight jeans. That's not a reason for being rude. I told 
you that we would not try to trick you. Don't you beleive me?"
"I'm sorry. As for beleiving in you, I'm not so sure about that... but I'll try."
Karen then knew how tough it was going to be. The plan she had would work anyways, but she wonder if it was 
such a good idea, giving the attitude of Lynda. "The futur will tell" she thought to herself.
She helped the two sisters get in the house and get set for the evening. Lying around, in front of the fireplace, 
reading magazines. Of course "Denim Living Style", her own, was all over the place. Lynda had a look to a few 
articles.
"I don't get it" she said. "How come people can actually like being squeezed into a corset like piece of clothing like 
that. I mean, it's a hassle to put on, difficult to breath, sit and walk, and on top of that, you add high heels. How 
comfortable can that really be?"
"That's the whole point" answered Karen. "It's not comfort we're after, but pleasure, at leaste at first."
"After a while" continued Sandy "you're so hooked on that feeling of tightness that when you release it, you feel 
down, like nothing, or no one is holding you. Don't you like the tight embrace of a man?"
"Yes, I do, but that's not the same."
"You're right, that's not the same but quite similar."
"And for the heels. It hurts, hard to walk in. How can you get pleasure from that?"
"It's because of the way... it's hard to explain. You have to try it to really understand it..."
"Oh no. No way. I won't try it. I knew you were going to try to trick me. I've been here for 2 hours, and you already 
tried. I think coming here was a bad idea after all."
"Trick you?" said Karen? "There's about 100 different magazines. About 30 of those are about tight jeans. You had 
70 others to pick, but you picked one of mine, you read the articles, you started discussing about the subject. Of 
course it's all fashion magazines, that's my/our business, " she said, waving at Sandy. "I admit, our fashion styles are 
not the big designer trend, but it's fashion anyways. It's no different than dresses or skirts. If you..."
"Karen, " said Sandy with a soft voice "Don't get that upset, please."
"I... I'm sorry, it has been a rough week. I think it's time for me to go to bed. If you'll excuse me. Since the rooms are 
on the second floor, you can stay up if you want, it won't disturb me. Again, Lynda, I'm sorry."
Karen went upstairs, twisting her bottom to get her leg high enough to climb each step. Then, the sound of the 
clicking heels were heard until she reached the bedroom.
"I'm sorry Sandy"
"Don't be, Lynda. Tomorrow it will be forgotten."
"Mabe I should get to bed too. It's hard to stay in the bed early in the morning when the birds songs wake you up."
"You're right."
Karen went to sleep, thinking about her plans for the next day. Again, she had her doubts, following the night's 
discussion. But then again, it was too late. 
There was no way for her to stop it.
The sun was raising over the lake. A small band of fog was still floating on the water. Ducks were quacking along 
the shores.
"Wow! What a view! What a smell!"
"Hi Lynda. How was your night?"
"Quite good actualy. Slept like a baby."
Karen couldn't miss the way that Lynda was looking at her stretch denim suit.
"You... you slept in that suit?"
"This? Yes. That's my pyjamas."
Sandy showed up in a similar outfit. Lynda looked down. She was feeling out of the crowd. Following what 
happened the night before, she was not going to say anything about it, but she was getting intrigued by the lifestyle. 
Always the feeling of a tight embrace she remembered Sandy saying.
"So, what's the plans for the day. Anything specific?"
"Well, what I have in mind, since it's going to be a terrific weekend, is to go up the mountain, and spend the night 
there, camping, by the river. What do you say?"
"Looks like a long hike" said Sandy. "It must take most of the day just to get there."
"If we were going by foot, yes, but we're not." She pointed at a diffuse form, under a big canvas. "That's my jeep. Or 
what's left of it. Only the frame, the engin and 4 seats. I use it to go around. With it, it's about two hours to go at the 
camping site. We can go after lunch, sleep there, and come back here tomorrow late morning. What do you say?"
Sandy and Lynda looked at each others "Sounds fun" said Lynda. "Let's do it. But I do not have a tent."
"I have everything. We'll each have our own tent."
The rest of the morning was spend to pack what was needed. After lunch, Sandy looked at Karen.
"What should I wear? Do we have a lot of hiking?"
"No. Not much, unless you plan to walk up the river in the cascades. As for my part, I'll wear type 3."
"Really? Well, I'll do the same. And I assume wedge platforms?"
"Yep. That oughta do it."
It was a bumpy ride up the hill. They even had to get out and push a small tree out of the way. Once on the spot, 
Karen parked the jeep on the side of the trail.
"There's a flat terrain about 30 meters in this direction. We'll set-up the camp there."
They carried all the gear at the spot, setup the tents and made a fire. They spent the rest of the afternoon walking 
around. The sights of the river was splendid. Lynda and Sandy ventured on the rocky shore. At one point, Sandy 
loose foot with her wedge platforms. Lynda didn't exactly helped her the way Sandy expected, but rather by pushing 
her in the water. Sandy got out soaking wet. It wasn't long before Sandy pulled Lynda in with her. Karen looked at 
the scene with a smile. "Good, her defenses are weakening. The plan should work."
They spent the evening at the fire, toasting marshmallows. Sandy had changed to her spare pants, and the wet ones 
were hanging close to the fire.
Then they went to sleep.
A loud roar, and the sound of branches breaking put the three women out of their sleep. Sandy got out of her tent 
first.
"A bear! Quick. Let's get out!"
In an instant, the two other women were out of the tent and fleeing in the woods. They looked with amazement as 
the big black bear stomped their tent, tearing them apart.
"It's looking for food" whispered Karen. 
The bear teared up the first two tents, pushing Sandy's jeans, that were still hanging close to the fire, into the still hot 
burned wood. Within a few seconds, they caught fire.
"Great! not I'm out of spare jeans!" said Sandy out loud. The bear stopped, just before reaching Karen's tent and 
looked in their direction.
"Oops" she said... "Mabe if we scream, it will get afraid".
She didn't let time to the others to think. She got out of their hiding and yelled her lungs out, immediately joined by 
the two other women. The bear fled down the hill. The women had a nervous laugh... until they heard a strange 
sound.
"Oh no" said Karen. "The jeep!"
They ran down to the trail to find the bear fleeing from the jeep. Karen had a look at it. She picked a bunch of wires 
from the engine, exposed to the air.
"Seems we'll have to walk back. I don't know much about mechanics, but this is not the way it usually is. Lets go 
back to the camp site and see what we have left."
It was devastating. Sandy's tent was gone. The same with Lynda's. Worse, her clothes bag was all torn out. She stand 
there, in underware.
"I have nothing to wear. That beast destroyed everything, including my 2 pairs of spare pants. Sandy, do you have 
somehting left?"
"Well, I had one spare pair of pants, who is now burning. My spare shirt seems to be okay though."
"How about you, Karen?"
"Seems he only crashed the tent while fleeing. Except for the tent itself, I have everything. Looks like I'm the lucky 
one... then again, there's the jeep."
"So, " said Lynda "We're all stranded nak... hey! How come you're all dressed up? Don't tell me you slept that way?"
"What do you expect, " said Sandy. "you've seen our pyjamas. There's not enough space to wiggle our ways in and 
out of these tight outfits in that small tent. So, yes, we slept all dressed up. That's not the first time we do it. Each 
time we go camping for only one night, we don't bring pyjamas, only spare clothes."
"I... I'm sorry. There's a lot about your lifestyle I don't know. So, I'm the only one naked here. Anyone left with 
spare clothes?"
Karen looked down.
"Well, seems that I do, but..."
"Let me guess. Tight jeans and high heels, right?"
"Well, you guessed it. We're about the same size, and what I've bring for spare jeans are type 2, so less tight than 
these. Try them if you want. As for the shoes, it's wedge platforms."
"I don't have much choice, don't I."
"You could always walk down in your underwear. No one will see you anyways."
"Yeah, and be eaten alive by the moskitos. No thanks. If I haven't seen the bear of my own eyes, I'd say it's a setup, 
that you tricked me... Okay, hand me those jeans..." she said with a sigh.
Karen got the jeans and a light blue long sleeved stretch denim bodysuit out of her bag and handed them to Lynda. 
"If you need a hand, just ask me" said Sandy.
Lynda sat on what was left of her tent and put on first the denim body suit that fit her very tightly.
"Gee," she said, stretching it to remove the wrinkles "I'm tempted to say that it was made to measure for me."
"That's because it's stretch" said Karen.
Then she went on with the jeans. They were going to be a tight fit.
"You're sure this is loose fitting?" asked Lynda.
"Well, for me" said Karen. "It's hard to tell since you always wear baggy clothes, but you seemed to have a body 
shape close to mine."
"Well, I guess not" said Lynda, pulling as hard as she could on the jeans.
"Mabe they will go easier if you get up.
Karen looked at Lynda with a comprehensive look. They both helped Lynda to go in. Without her knowing, they 
almost made the same effect as the pant puller. Next, there was the zipper to do.
"There's no way it's going to close. I think I'll keep them this way."
She reached for a piece of rope and put it in the belt loops before knotting it in front. She had her thighs tightly 
enclosed in the pants, but the top of the jeans was wide open, giving her the look of an overstuffed saussage of 
which the skin was punctured. Neither Karen or Sandy pushed her to close the zipper. It will come in time. Next 
came the shoes. Having never wore high heels before, it was a balancing act for Lynda. She looked at Sandy, 
furious. "That's not the weekend I had planned... I feel completely stupid"
They wandered around, picking up the pieces, then started back toward the house, a 5 hours hike! Just before going, 
Karen had a quick look around. There, amids the threes, in a little recess, she could see the face of a man, and what 
seem like a lump of black fur by his side. She smiled, and secretly waved at him. He waved back and went, followed 
by a black bear.
After 15 minutes of walking, Lynda was pesting.
"I can't walk with the jeans like this! They keep falling down."
"The only way for them to stay up is to close them" said Sandy.
Lynda was boiling.
"Okay. Lets try it".
Karen and Sandy grabbed again the jeans and pulled them up as high as it would go, then sandy grabbed the sides 
while Karen took hold of the zipper, but in a way that Lynda was unable to see, so she could use the special hook to 
pull it up. After all, type 4 jeans don't go on that easy. It was a struggle, but they managed to do it. Once done, 
Lynda stayed there, panting.
"That's awfully tight. I can't breath."
"Don't worry, you'll get use to it in a few minutes. Do you think you can walk now? We still have a long road in 
front of us."
"Yes, I can. Just give me 5 minutes so I get used to this."
They waited for her, looking at her, but looking like they were'nt looking at her. (or something like that). Lynda was 
walking in circles, rubbing her hands along her thighs and buns. At one point her right hand even reached the crotch 
but quickly widthdraw. Whispering, Karen said to Sandy "are you sure you didn't game me measurements too 
small? These are very tight, even for type 4".
"I can't say" whispered back Sandy with a smile. After close to 10 minutes, Sandy broke the silence.
"Ready to go? Better go in front, so if you fall, we'll be able to catch you... Just a precaution."
"Heu... yeah, yes." said Lynda, lost in her thoughts. So they went. Lynda in front, followed by Sandy and Karen. At 
first, Lynda was walking slowly, after putting her hand on her thighs or her bottom. It was a new training learning to 
walk with the hips locked. She had seem to adapt pretty well to the high heels too. After about an hour, she stopped.
"I can't continue like that."
"Why? What's wrong? Are you hurting?" asked Sandy.
Lynda turned around and put her hands in her crotch.
"Hurt? no, but so hot, I'm wetting the pants. How can you walk in these and keep calm? Darn I'm horny right now!"
Sandy and Karen looked at each others. They had expected her to like it, but not that much... not on the first try 
anyway...

Karen - The Loose Fitting Jeans Challenge
Chapter 3

 Mabe we should sit down  suggested Karen. They all agreed. Lynda headed for a small boulder, sticking out of 
the side of the trail. She sat on it, but the jeans being so tight, her hips and waist were unable to bend enough, and 
she ended up, flat on her back, behind the boulder, legs up on it.
 Are you okay  asked anxiously Sandy. Lynda put a hand on her crotch.
 Geech... Euh.. yes, I'm fine. I think I'll just lie here for a few minutes, if you don't mind. 
 No, not at all  answered Karen.
 What type are these jeans anyways? 
 Type 4  said Sandy.
 And what exactly is that? 
 That's the tightest possible jeans, ultra-heavyweight denim with seams reinforced with kevlar. 
 Tightest possible hey? Well, they sure are. But they fit so... well. How come? Are we so alike?  she asked Karen.
 Well, we now have to be honest  said Karen.  Yes, you've been tricked. Sandy gave me your measurements and 
I had the jeans tailored according to our standards. 
 My measurements? How did you get them?  she asked Sandy.
 Well, I know you often have made to measure clothes, so I called your seamstress and... 
 That's why she took all those measurements a few weeks ago. She said that it was for a new software that needed 
as much details as possible to construct the virtual body. That was all for your little plan, right? 
 Yes  said Sandy  and if you want to kick someone's butt for putting you through all this, it's me. I'm the one who 
asked Karen to help me. 
 Well, let me tell you something, sister. I would really like to kick you in the butt... but I can't move... Hey! What 
about the bear attack? 
 Faked  said Karen.  It's an old friedly circus bear, owned by one of my good friend close neighbor. 
 So the car isn't broken right? It was again part of the setup... 
 So you would walk in the jeans and heels. 
 That means that we can walk back and take it to go home, right? 
 Yes  said Karen  in about an hour, we can be back at the camp site, and take the jeep back home. Otherwise, 
Dany will bring it back tonight. You want to go back to the jeep? 
Lynda didn't answered. She simply closed her eyes and put her hands on her crotch, slowly rubbing it. Karen make a 
wink to Sandy, and they silently moved away, leaving Lynda to her thoughts. They sat facing the other way, looking 
down at the river. A few minutes later, Lynda joined them, kneeling between the two woman.
 So, going? I'm ready. 
 Not too mad? I mean, you can stay here, we'll go get the jeep, and pick you up on the way back. 
 Nah. Actually, it's rather... humm... interesting. Lets walk. 
Karen and Sandy headed back for the jeep.
 Hey! Where are you going? 
 The jeep is in this direction  said Karen.
 Yes, I know  said Lynda  but I said that I wanted to walk... in this direction  she said pointing toward the 
summer house.
 It's a 4 hours hike from here, you realize that? 
 Yes Sandy, I do. Let's play this little game up to the end, shall we? The jeep is unusable, so let's walk. 
Sandy and Karen did a double take. That was totally unexpected.
 you're sure Lynda? I mean, you were so radical about all that tight jeans and high heels thing. 
 Well, Sandy. I have to make up my mind. You always told me why don't you try it before saying that it's no good. 
Well, I'm trying it. I'll make up my mind at the end of the weekend. Actually, you should be happy. 
 I am! It's just not the way I've pictured how things would happen. 
 Bah, come on! 
Lynda opened the walk, now taking real joy at the feeling of the jeans, and not hiding it, but rather experience it to 
the fullest. She kept rubbing her buns, thighs and crotch all the way to the house. Once inside, she collapsed on the 
living room rug, in front of the fireplace.
 I'm exhausted. My hips are killing me. My feet are killing me. And I'm dying... to have sex! If a man happens to 
walk by, he's mine. ALL MINE! 
Lynda, Karen and Sandy had a good laugh.
 Now what  asked Lynda.
 You're gonna have to take them off. Unless you want to take a shower with them on. 
 That's an interesting idea, Sandy. But I think it's enough for one day. 
She reached for the button, which was undone quite easily, then the zipper who opened with a pop, her stomach 
exploding out.
 Wow! Hey, I can breath again (laugh). 
Sandy helped Lynda get out of the jeans, damped by the perspiration of the long walk. The imprints of all the seams 
could clearly be seen on her legs and waist. Lynda slowly rubbed them with the tip of her fingers.  Cool! . 
In the meantime, Karen had taken a shower and was coming out of the bathroom, wearing only her clear platforms 
and underware, made of stretch denim.
 Next! 
Lynda jumped up and made her first few steps, on her tiptoes.
 woah.. I guess I got used to the high heels. 
 I have an old pair of clear platforms, like these, under the sink in the bathroom if you want. 
Lynda had a look at Karen's feet and then went on, not saying a word.
 What do you think  asked Sandy.
 I think we have a new beleiver. But I must say that I was far from expecting this kind of reaction. Are you sure 
you know your sister well? 
 I'm asking myself the same question, Karen. The s.a.m.e. question. 
Lynda came out a while later, wearing a tower around her body, and the clear platform heels.
 Kinda tricky to take a shower in these, especially since they're a wee bit too small. Got anything in my size? And 
another pair of jeans? 
Karen and Sandy looked at each other.
 To be honest, Lynda  said Karen  We haven't expect you to take it that way. We were more anticipating a 
rejection from your part. So, as far as the clothing is concert, all we have in your size are the jeans, shoes and body 
suit you wore down the mountain. And they need to be wash, and I don't have a washing machine. 
 I can wash them by hand  said Lynda, while picking up the pieces of clothing.  It's only 14 :00 (2pm), the sun 
will dry them out. I'll take care of it. 
She headed back to the bathroom, closed and locked the door before Sandy could say a word about her turn in the 
shower.
Once inside, Lynda proceeded to put back on the stretch denim bodysuit, then the jeans. But tight and damp as they 
were, she was unable to manage alone. She didn't want to ask for help. While putting back the clear platforms, she 
noticed the pant puller. She quickly figured out how to use it and got the jeans pulled on and fastened.  I'm gonna 
have to get one of those  she thought. Then it was back to the shower. Well, she had to wash the clothes, didn't 
she...
She got out in the living room half an hour later, fully dressed, dripping on the floor.
 Sorry, I dried myself as much as I could, but the jeans absorbed too much water. I'm gonna go lie under the sun for 
it to dry, if you don't mind. 
Karen and Sandy dropped their jaw on the floor. Sandy headed for the bathroom for a much needed shower, but was 
shaking her head in disbeleif.  This is my sister?  she said outloud?
In the meantime, Lynda was laying on the lawnchair, letting the sun dry her tightly enclosed body. What she didn't 
thought about, is that drying that way, the jeans were going to... shrink... even tighter.
She was enjoying being heated, dried and compressed, all at the same time. She had been laying on her stomach for 
10 minutes. She heard some muffled sounds coming from the house, but didn't gave it much thoughts. She turned to 
face the sun, stretching her arms and putting her hands behind her neck. She slowly raised and lower her waist, 
feeling the gentle rubbing of the tight denim on her, a warm feeling englobing her body. A shadow covered her. Not 
remembering seeing any clouds just a few minutes earlier, she opened her eyes, expecting to find Karen or Sandy 
bent over her. What she saw was a black clad lady.
Hi. Who ar... 
She didn't had time to finish her phrase. The black lady slapped a piece of tape on Lynda's mouth, and before she 
could react, had grabbed her hands and tied them in her back with tape.
 Shut up! Now move!  she said while dragging Lynda back in the house. She had a glimps of her abductor : a tall 
woman, wearing a very tight black leather suit. At first, she thought it was still part of the game played on her earlier 
so she followed without resistance. But when, inside the house, she could see Karen and Sandy in the same 
predicament, bound on the floor, with a really  afraid  look on their faces, she realized there was more to the 
story...

Karen - The Loose Fitting Jeans Challenge
Chapter 4

Lynda was forced to lay down on the floor, then secured with tape. By squirming, she was able to have a look at 
Sandy and Karen. Sandy was sitting on the floor, her back to the wall, legs tied up at the ankles and knees, and her 
arms tied behind her back. Karen was laying hogdied on the carpet. She saw the black high heeled boots of the evil 
woman walk inches from her face.
 Quite a good looking little bunch of friends you have here, Karen. 
Karen muffled something through her gag. Lynda couldn't heard, but she was sure it wasn't any compliments.
 Oh, sorry my dear  she said with a sarcastic tone  I have forgotten about your gag. Let me help you  she said 
while removing the scarf that was filling Karen's mouth.
 Melinda! You're putting yourself, and your company in deep shit, you know that? 
 What an awful language. You should not talk like that  the dark lady said while putting back the gag on Karen.  
Now, you listen to me... Bitch! 
Karen's eyes widened. That really pissed her off.
 You know, as I know, that MY magazine is better than yours, and that MY philosophy of dressing up is better than 
yours. Leather is better than the cheap denim you wear. 
Karen struggled, attempting to get free. In the meantime, Sandy was slightly moving away. Slowly. Centimeter by 
centimeter.  Another 15cm and I'm there  she thought. Melinda continued.
 I've already proposed a deal so out 2 magazines would fuse together. I would own 55% of the shares, and you the 
rest. You refused. 
Karen said something that sounded like a disapproval.
 Then I offered to buy your company, and again you refused. You see, the fact is that you seem to draw more 
attention with your adventures, thus selling more copies than me, which is illogical, since tight leather is THE real 
fabric. So now, you will simply GIVE me all the shares of your company. Don't worry, you'll have a place on the 
board meeting... along with the dogs! 
Melinda picked up a briefcase and took out a bunch of legal papers.
 Now, Karen, you will sign these, giving away your company and magazine to me. 
Karen protested, but she was not in a winning situation right now. Malinda untied her right hand, leaving the left one 
linked with her ankles, put the pile of papers in front of Karen and waited.
 You don't have any choices, my dear. I know that with your jeans that tight, and your legs bent this way, the blood 
circulation is going to be cut in a short while, which is going to be painful, especially when they'll have to amputate 
you 
She turned around with a loud and evil laugh, going to the kitchen, and taking a bottle of beer out of the refrigirator. 
Sandy used that time to get where she wanted : to a nail head sticking out of the base of the wall. She thought that 
she might be able to cut the rope. She started the process, which proved to be more difficult than she had thought. 
It's going to take a while, but she will succeed.
Melinda came back, put her two leather encased foot in front of Karen.
 I'm waiting.... S IGN! NOW! 
Karen protested, but the gag prevented any intelligible sound from getting out. Melinda turned around her, poking 
her with the pointed toe or the heel. Karen's legs were starting to get numb. She wouldn't have any choice. 
Reluctantly, she took the pen and started signing the papers. Immediately, Sandy and Lynda started screaming, 
telling her not to do it. After all the papers were done, Karen shed a tear.
 Very good my dear! You're a good girl! 
Melinda grabbed the papers, put it back on the briefcase, then tied the right wrist back with the other, leaving her 
hogtied, and was about to leave when she turned around.
 My, my, my. I forgot. It must be awfully uncomfortable to be like this. Let me help. 
Karen had a sigh of releife thinking that she was going to be let out of that hogtie position, but instead, Melinda took 
Sandy off the wall, not noticing that the ropes were starting to wear out, put Karen in a seated position, and 
positionned them back to back, criss-crossing her arms on each other's stomach.
 There  she said  Much better.  and headed for the door.
 By the way, Karen, the first meeting of the new Board of directors is tomorrow morning at 08 :00. If you're not 
there, you're out... that was in the contract you signed. Ha, ha ha  Her laugh faded as the door closed. Then they 
heard the sound of a truck getting away. Karen and sandy squirmed, trying to get lose, but there was no way. 
Sandy's ropes were still too strong. Then Sandy had an idea. Since Lynda is tied up with tape, that's much easier to 
break using a nail. She gestured at Lyndy to look at the wall. She saw the nail and understood the plan. She started 
moving, like a worm, on the floor to get to the nail. She was slightly regretting having her jeans dried on the sun. 
They were way to tight for this kind of activity. It took her half an hour just to reach the wall. She still had to get her 
wrists to the nail. She turned her back to the wall. No, too much to the left. She twisted to place herself at just the 
right place. No, too far on the other side this time. Finally, she got it. A few tearing from the nail, and her wrists 
were free! It was now the turn of the elbows. Again, she twisted to get into position. With her writst free, she was 
able to put a lot of strain on the tape, so at the first tearing from the nail, it snapped. The shoulder tape was removed 
easily. She undid her legs bonds and hurried to free Karen who's legs were deeply asleep.
 Thanks Lynda. You saved us.  said Karen, rubbing her legs.
 Well, thanks Sandy. It was her idea. 
 It's not the time to argue who saved who. We have to stop that fraud on legs, right Karen? 
 There's no rush. We have plenty of time to get ourselfes ready for tomorrow. Even more since she doesn't expect 
to find me, and even less the three of us at that same meeting. 
 But she has the signed papers. You gave her the ownership of the magazine. 
 Yes... At leaste, that's what SHE thinks.  she said with an evil smile.
 Ooo, I like that look  said Sandy  That's usually when you have a good plan. But what do you mean, by that? 
 She thinks she has my signature, but she hasn't. 
 I don't get it  said Lynda.
 Come with me tomorrow, and you'll understand everything. Especially you Lynda. I will need your lawyer skills. 

The next morning, Sandy joined Karen and Lynda, who had slept at Karen's house, for breakfast and plan meeting. 
Lynda joined them at the table, wearing the stardard lawer skirt and dress jacket.
 What the heck is that?  asked Karen.
 What do you mean. That's my working clothes. 
 You can't wear that.  said Sandy
 Why? It's my... You're not going to tell me that I HAVE to wear tight jeans to go to work now that I've tasted them 
and that I like them.? 
 Exactly  said Karen  if you're true to your feelings. Feel comfortable in those? 
 Well...  she answered, blushing,  I feel lost. I miss the hugging. 
 Then change to what you like  said Karen.
 I can't. This kind of dressing is not accepted in court. No judge will accept me dressed that way, and I'm a too little 
lawer to start a big fight about dressing rights on the job, without saying that the firm I work for will lay me off. It 
was a close call when I told them that I had to stay here to help you about that take over fraud. They think I'm doing 
free stuff. They're a bunch of rats! 
 Hummm... Looks like you need a new job.  said Karen.
 Well... 
 I've always wanted a lawer at the company, instead of paying one on when I need it, since I almost always have 
something to ask. What would you think of working for me? 
 Euh... That's kind of quick... I don't know much about your company, and the pay. I mean, I won't work for less... 
without wanting to hurt you in any ways, Karen. 
 You don't hurt me at all. I think we can work something out. But for now, if you want to defend the magazine at 
that board meeting, you're gonna have to dress accordignly, meaning... 
 ... meaning tight jeans and high heels. Okay, I'll do it for this time. As for your offer, we'll have to discuss it in 
more details. 
Since she had only one pair of tight jeans, type 4, and one pair of high heels, the wedge platforms, that's how Lynda 
joined Karen and Sandy to the board meeting led by Melinda the bitch as they started to call her. Karen had chose 
type 3 jeans, so that Lynda doesn't look too off alone with type 4, and red thigh high boots. Sandy, for her part, went 
on with type 2, knowing that she was going to spend the whole day sitting, and white closed toes platform shoes.
They entered the board meeting room, all at once, seconds after Melinda had announced that she had take control of 
Karen's magazine. Everybody looked at them, and Melinda lost her tongue.
 Excuse me for intruding, but I beleive that I'm part of this board of directors  she said, giving a frantic look at 
Melinda.  May I present you Sandy, my secretary and conselor, and a new addition to my company, Lynda, my 
personnal lawer. 
Everybody kept silence, except Melinda.
 I... I'm sorry, Karen, but you don't have a company no more. Remember, you signed the papers, of your own free 
will. 
 Yes, Melinda, I did. 
 There, you admit it. Now take back that lawer of yours in it's stupid tight denim ensemble, and get out! 
 Not so fast, if you don't mind.  Karen said, looking at the board of directors, 8 people in all.  Yes, I signed of my 
free own will. What she doesn't tell you, is that I, along with Sandy and Lynda, were tied up at the moment. She put 
the documents in front of me, and asked me to sign, freeing my right hand to do so. I had the choice to sign or not. I 
chose to sign... 
 Where are you going with that. You signed. We all agree on that. Now w... 
 If Miss Melinda would let me finish, as all my friends know, and since you're not one of my friends, you didn't 
knew, I'm... left-handed. Making that signature invalid. Am I right, Lynda? 
 Yes, you're perfectly right. Those documents are invalid. And as a witness, I can concure with how these things 
happened, since I was myself tied up with Karen and Sandy when miss Melinda, here, came to Karen's summer 
house to force her to give away her magazine. 
Melinda was speechless. She sat down slowly, thinking of a way to get out of there.
 I'm using this opportunity to offer to buy Leather Unlimited, at half the shares values, which are, I'm sorry to say, 
in their all time low these days. It's either that, or I go to court for abduction and blackmail... which should put the 
shares even lower than that. 
 You can't do that Karen  screamed Melinda, boiling.  You have no proofs of what you're accusing me of. Those 
2 withnesses are your own employees. You could have made them tell whatever you want. 
 Oh, I'm sorry Melinda. I guess you didn't knew about the security system of my summer house. Every roomed is 
under constant watch by cameras. I have you, and all you did to us, live, in color and with sound. 
Melinda went from red to white. Karen thought for a minute that she was going to collapse. One of the men at the 
table, short gray hairs, must have been over 60 years old, slowly got up.
 If you don't mind, miss Karen, I think we have some things to discuss with Melinda. Would you excuse us for a 
few moments? 
 But of course  said Karen with a smile. She walked out of the room, followed by Sandy and Lynda, giving a BIG 
smile to Melinda on the way. The door closed behind them.
Half an hour later, the same man opened the door and invited the three ladies to join them. Melinda was still sitting 
at the table, but had totally lost her arrogant expresson of godess. The man started.
 We have discussed your proposal, and, even though it's close to blackmail, we have to admit that it is not. You 
have a deal. We'll going to sell you Leather Unlimited for half the current value of the actions. Also, we don't think 
that it's still right for Melinda, who had done something illegal and dishonest. If you want to take her to court, we 
will not oppose, and even invite you to do so. But the decision is yours. 
Karen was all joy. This was turning out even better that she had thought.
 Thank you members of the board of directors. I have to tell you that the magazine will continue to exist. Even 
though I much prever tight denim, leather is not that bad, and the two magazines should coexist in harmony. I'll 
meet with you in 2 weeks to discuss the new orientations of the magazine, who will be focusing around the beauty 
of tigh tleather, instead of putting down tight denim. Thank you. 
Karen bowed slightly and exited the room. Just before passing the door, she turned to Melinda.
 You come with me. I have something special in mind for you. 
Melinda swallowed her pride and followed her. She had no choice.

Karen - The Loose Fitting Jeans Challenge
Chapter 5
The Dream Life (?)
One month had passed. The three women were meeting again at the summer house. Layin on their stomach on the 
floor, they were browsing the newly redesigned Leather Unlimited Magazine, as well as Denim Living Style.
Karen was wearing a shiny red lycra bodysuit with type 4 jeans and red pumps.
 Hey, Karen. We haven't seen you around for the past week and a half. What were you doing  asked Lynda, who 
was also wearing type 4 jeans, with a stretch denim bodysuit and black platform boots.
 Tying ends at out new acquisition. Do you know that the actions tripled values over the past week? 
 Looks like you put the magazine back on it's track  said Lynda, who was wearing one of her own design, 
blending the two magazines at the same time. It was a catsuit, half of it made of denim, and the other half made of 
black leather. There was the choice as front leather or back, and vice-versa for the denim side. She had on a front 
shiny black leather, with light blue denim on the back. It would fit type 3.
 Exatcly. Give the people what they want. They want to see girls wearing tight leather, well, give it to them. They 
don't want to hear how demin looks awful, they don't care. They want to see leather. If they don't like denim, well, 
that's their choice. So, you have to give them what they want. 
 And what abour Melinda  asked Sandy.  We haven't heard of her for the past three weeks. Is she in jail or 
something? 
Karen smiled, repressing a laugh.
 Well, kind of... 
 Please, don't let us waiting. Tell us. 
 Okay. I went to see a judge, along with Melinda. I presented my case, and asked him, if we were to go to court, 
what would be her sentence. He answered 5 years in jail. So, still in front of the judge, I offered a contract to 
Melinda. The judge said that it was legal and fair, and that Melinda had to decide. She singned my proposal. That's 
it. 
 That's it? Heck! What is that darn proposal? What did you do? What happened ot her? 
Karen couldn't repress a laugh at Sandy's anxiety.
 Relax, everything in good times. I'm thursty. Anyone care for some champagne? Okay then. THREE GLASSES 
OF CHAMPAGNE  she said out loud.
Sandy and Lynda looked at each others, wondering why that order in the air until they heard the clinging of glasses, 
and heard heels clicking in the kitchen, and finally coming toward them. They remained spellbound in amazement. 
There was Melinda, wearing a awfully tight denim tight suit, and the highest platform heels they had ever say. As 
she got closer, it seemed obvious that awfully tight, to describe the suit, was an understatement. 
 What she's wearing  began Karen  is my prison. It's denim reinforced with kevlar, with a built-in corset, and an 
added neck corset. I don't want her to look down too much. I wanted her to have a higher opinion of her situation. Of 
course, walking with heels that high with your head up, is tricky, which makes it more fun, don't you think? 
Upon closer inspection, the suit had built-in gloves that looked way too shiny. When Melinda got close enough, 
Lynda had another look.
 It's latex covered denim  said Karen.  That way, she can do the household chores without risking of spoiling the 
denim. 
Sandy was all over the suit.
 Wow. This look really tight. It must be hard to walk without being turn on a each step. How can she put something 
that tight on? 
 If you look carefully, you'll notice that there's no zipper, except for some personnal releif. The fact is that the suit 
was sewn on her, a process I developped at the same time. That's how it was possible to make the suit that tight."
And tight it was. Melinda was barely able to bend to put the tray with the three glasses of champagne on the table. 
She was breathing with small gasps. Her buns were tightly molded, and were compressed with each step. The chest, 
waist and hips were almost welded together. They had to move as one.
Melinda looked at them, almost begging to be let out. Sandy could see the moisture on her crotch, but with arms 
restrained like that with the thick, kevlar reinforced denim, she was even unable to reach there to satisfy herself.
 So  said Lynda  how much time she has to spend in this? 
 In this suit? It's all a matter of when I'll be tired of looking at her in it. As for having her under my custidy, it's a 
little bit longer. 
 Five years, I suppose? 
 In fact, no. Since she was not in jail, and didn't had to suffer the criminal record, the judge extended her custody 
time to 8 years. So, she'll be my maid for the next 8 years. 
 But it's not a prison, and I don't think you'll put bars in windows to keep her in. 
 Bars? No. Of course not. There was one little paragraph in the contract that will ensure that she will do all her 
time. For the time I will decide to keep her in my custody, with a maximum of 8 years, I have the sole control over 
her assets. If, for some reason, she decides to leave of her own or escape, she won't have a penny because she won't 
have completed her time and i will keep all of her assets, which adds up to... 5 millions. In short, in 8 years, she's 
free, no criminal record and with 5 millions to spend. If not, she's broke, and will have a criminal record as a 
fugitive. 
 Wow. So the choice was all hers from the start. And all this is legal? 
 Signed and approved by a judge. 
They looked at Melinda, who was probably only begining to ask herself if, after all, 5 years in jail and a criminal 
record were not that bad after all, as she walked with small steps, her butts and hips twisting in the tight denim 
catsuit, her prison for the time being. She walked back to the kitchen and leaned on a stool. That's all she could do. 
There was no way she was able to sit in this. She took breath as big as she could, trying to calm down. She wanted 
so much to releive herself, she was so hot, and each step was making her even hotter. She tried to reach her crotch 
with her gloved hands, but it just excited her more, without being able to come. The crotch zipper was locked at the 
back, and only Karen had the key.
 Only 2911 days to go...  she said to herself, just before hearing Karen calling her, asking to bring some potato 
chips...
The end.
Finished writing on October 18 1999
(c) Pete
