The Breach, Chapter 1 (pantyhose, tentacles, mind break, creature)

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Chapter 1

Months had passed since Carla and Mark had become engaged. The excitement and anticipation had since worn off and the couple had moved onto the next phase of their lives. They had both had agreed that it was entirely too early to consider children, so they knew that they would have their fun but mainly focus on their careers. Coming up on two years after college graduation for Carla, and four years for Mark, both of them had entered into the workforce in their fields respective to their degrees. Mark was an account executive at a major stock exchange corporation downtown while Carla had become an administrative assistant at a research facility on the other side of the city.

Carla was jealous that Mark had obtained the job that he had always dreamed of and she was only able to find a job at some sketchy research facility. Though she constantly thought she was above the lowly position and fumed thinking she was drastically underpaid compared to her fiancé, Carla knew that the research facility she worked for had projects that were top secret of nature. It gave her a sense of wonder and excitement when she would head to work. Besides for filing paperwork and other basic office tasks, Carla did not do work directly associated with the projects and did not know what type of work was done in the actual research wing of the facility. From time to time she had seen large wooden crates, cages, large metal boxes, and other odd items pass her desk as they were delivered down the hall to the labs and storage areas. Carla swore that she could hear things moving, thrashing, growling, making sounds inside the containers as the deliveries came and went…

It was a typical Tuesday morning for Carla and Mark. Mark finished getting dressed by throwing on his gray suit jacket, double checking his outfit in the full-length mirror in their bedroom and adjusted his tie. He walked up to Carla, kissed her on the cheek before rushing to the door. “Have a good day babe, I’ll see you after work. Sushi still the plan for dinner?” Mark said with one foot out the door of their downtown studio apartment. Carla smiled and blew a kiss, “Yeah sounds great.” Mark smiled, gesturing to catch the kiss, and closed the door behind him as he left for work.

Still wrapped in a towel, Carla finished applying the rest of her makeup and was headed to the closet to pick out her outfit. It was a cold day for late April, so her options were limited. Looking at her watch, she realized she had to rush to catch the 8:15 train. She quickly sifted through her panty drawer until she found a simple black lace thong and matching bra. She reached up onto the top shelf and pulled down her basket of hosiery, searching for one of her pairs of black control top pantyhose. Pulling them out, she moved to the other side of the closet to select her clothes. She was running out of time so quickly decided on a white turtleneck sweater and high waisted gray skirt. Lastly after short deliberation, she bent down picked out a pair of black heels with an ankle strap.

Carla threw the towel back in the bathroom and began to dress for work. She pulled the thong up her legs, squatted slightly allowing it to wedge between her butt cheeks as she then stood back up straight and guided it up over her waist. Next she strapped the black lace bra together that held her C cup breasts taught. One at a time, she slid her pantyhose up her thighs. Wiggling the tights up over her hips and ass, she ensured to make sure the seam lined right up her naval and butt crack and pulled them up above her waist. She threw the turtleneck over her head and pulled it down. As fast as she could she slid her skirt up her legs, wiggled it over her waist, and up to her belly button. Carla tucked the bottom of her turtleneck sweater. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into her heels and buckled each strap over her ankle. She stood up and walked over to the mirror for final approval. She did a quick spin, looking at the back of her outfit. “Shit”, Carla exclaimed. Her skirt was skin tight and was well above her knee and was even approaching higher than midthigh as she walked. It revealed too much of her black pantyhose covered thighs, but there wasn’t enough time to change..

The 24 year old sat with her leg over the other on the train and her hands in her lap. Carla was trying to hide to the world how short her skirt was, but she was definitely drawing attention from the other passengers. No matter what way she looked, men’s eyes were glued to her. She could feel them undressing her with their eyes. With her shoulder length black hair, button nose, large brown eyes, and full pouty lips, Carla was used to her male attention. More than anything, she knew most of the attention was drawn to her ass; her Latina genes had blessed her with a thick peach shaped butt. Her skirt hugged her ass and rode up every step as she rushed off the train, down the platform, and less than a block away to work. Every few steps Carla would grab the hem of her skin tight skirt one side at a time and pull it down as it slowly rid up just below her pantyhose cover butt cheeks. Finally Carla reached the front door of her office building. She flashed her badge to the card reader next to the door, and rushed to her desk to begin her work…

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