The feel of nylon stockings is different from that of cotton pantyhose.
Cotton pantyhose feel like tight tights, but stockings are different.
That was Catherine's impression when she first wore them.
"Mmm... very nice." Lily grabbed her camera, not caring about the background, and suddenly took a picture of Catherine.
"Lily!"
Catherine took a step back and covered her face, embarrassed.
As she took a step back, the stockings rubbed against each other, a comfortable sensation that made her a little uncomfortable.
"Kate, is this your first time wearing stockings? Relax, you'll get used to them quickly." Ida approached.
"Thanks, Ida."
"But stockings look better than pantyhose. Maybe we can promote our stockings at the gym club." Lily circled Catherine and took a few more photos.
"I think we could start a fashion design company right now. Girls, it would be great. We have two models ready to go!"
Lisa said energetically.
"Maybe we need a professional photography studio, at least to take some professional photos. Lily, can you help me?" Jenny said, taking notes.
"But my dad is in Europe right now... maybe I should call him."
"We also need staff, we don't know anything about this," Ida said.
"Yes, let's recruit!"
So the girls got down to work.
Lily took charge of finding a photography studio, Lisa continued designing miniskirts; after all, you can't run a store with just one product.
Jenny and Ida started recruiting; they needed someone to help them manage the business.
Over the weekend, Catherine returned to New York with Jenny and Ida. She needed to attend classes and also hire staff. They rented a hotel in New York and used it as an office.
After helping Ida and the others with the organization, Catherine rushed to Lincoln Center.
Catherine had an excellent physique, and in the eyes of the SAB teachers, she was a student with great potential to become a professional ballet dancer. Therefore, they had high hopes for her and were extremely strict with her.
"Kate, stretch your leg." Teacher Joy—although Catherine wanted to complain, it was a common name in the West—reached out and stretched her leg.
Catherine had been working nonstop all day and was very tired, but she still forced herself to stay focused.
In her opinion, if you want to study ballet so deeply, you have to master it.
At that moment, Catherine was holding the horizontal bar with both hands, her right leg extended upward from behind, her legs spread 180 degrees, although her posture was somewhat awkward. Teacher Joey grabbed Catherine's left heel with her left hand and then pressed her right leg with her right hand.
Catherine suddenly blushed.
"What's wrong, Kate? You seem a little strange today."
"Nothing, I just got up a little early,"
Catherine replied indifferently.
What... is wrong?
Damn it!
Catherine cursed inwardly.
When Teacher Joey's hand approached the inside of her thigh, she clearly felt a wave of heat wash over her.
She took a deep breath, slowly calming herself down.
The day's training passed in a daze.
That night, Catherine didn't go home, but to the hotel.
"How did it go?"
"A few came, but after seeing the two of us, they turned back," Ida said with a shrug.
In fact, what could be done to recruit some high school girls?
"I'll be right back. Maybe my dad can help."
Bruce was an engineer; maybe he could.
But when she got home, she found out that her father had rushed to work because of an emergency. It seemed to be related to Bruce's promotion, so he didn't have time for the moment.
"Oh my God!"
Catherine sighed. It was a real mess.
She was fed up, let out a long sigh, and went to the bathroom.
Sinking into the bathtub, Catherine gradually calmed down.
"Today..."
Once she had calmed down, she tried to think about the clothing company issue, but nothing came to mind. Instead, something else popped into her mind: during training...
"That feeling..."
She got up from the bathroom and walked over to the mirror.
Her skin was beautiful, smooth all over. Since she hadn't developed yet, her lower body was also smooth, with only a small opening visible.
A sinful hand reached out.
"That's the feeling of a woman..."
Countless images of irresistible heroines from adult movies he had seen in past lives flashed through his mind, along with those inappropriate novels...
"Yes!"
Suddenly, cheers erupted outside.
Emma! Come on, give me a kiss!
"Bruce, be serious!" The last voice was soft. "Kate is taking a shower."
"Oh, I got promoted, I'm now assistant manager. Wow, maybe we should go on a trip this Christmas. Where should we go? Yes, Seattle. Haven't you always wanted to go there?"
Listening to their conversation, Catherine's heart burned with desire.
Seattle?
Catherine seemed to remember something.
Seattle in 1960... something seemed to exist there?
But what was it?
Catherine vaguely remembered that it was related to Edison, or something related to Edison.
But this was not the time to think about that. Now that her father was back, things would be much easier.
"Dad, I want to ask you something."
After showering, Catherine left the house.
Just then, the phone rang and Emma went to answer it.
"Hello... Kate, your partner is looking for you."
Catherine, who was about to ask for help, heard the phone and approached.
"Hello, this is Catherine." This was the standard telephone format. Catherine found it a bit tedious to answer the phone in the United States; why couldn't it be like talking face to face? Why did they have to use the "this is, that is" format? Sometimes she found it really problematic.
Oh, Kate, it's Lily. We found the studio and a friend of my father's is offering to help. He's also a photographer, he's very interested in our company and wants to join. Maybe we could ask him for help?