Sarah was a yoga/pilates/contortionist instructor at a local yoga/pilates/contortion studio in
Philadelphia, which featured her from time to time on the cities local tv
station. She always wanted to be as flexible and fit as she could be, but secretly she had a fetish for people who could stretch and contort their bodies in seemingly impossible ways, including herself. Stretching during work would turn her on so that she would rush to somewhere private, and start masterbating furiously. She has had contortionist sex with men and women alike. Little did she know she would be getting something special, something that would allow her to stretch beyond her wildest imagination.
One morning as she was called to the managers office for a "surprise meating"
"You're firing me! Why!" Sarah had a look of shock on her face
Mr.Rodgers adjusted his cap "Look, we're not "firing" you, we're just giving you the chance to explore other opportunities"
"So you're firing me! It's the same fucking thing! What did I do to deserve this? It was Sanchez wasn't it? She set you up to this!"
"Mira brings in people, she gets the views, and she's only been here a few months doing basically what you do better. We're expanding with a network contract with one of the local cable providers, and were cutting back on a few redundancies. Youre one of them."
Sarah put her hands to her face in anguish "Auuuuugh! I can't believe this is fucking happening to me! What am I supposed to do, where am I supposed to go? Nobody's going to hire a yoga instructor who just got laid off!"
Mr Rodgers grunted "Not my problem, you can work here for another week, then pack you're things and get out!"
Sarah left the room, she wasn't expecting that, and she didn't expect someone to break into her locker and steal her clothes. Shit! she thought, she forgot to lock her things. She kicked the locker in anger, unintentionally spraining her foot.
"Something the matter dear?"
Sarah turned around to see her "fellow" yoga/pilates/contortion instructor, Mira Sanchez, with a slight mexican accent and a smirk on her face.
"Save it Sanchez, I know what you did. I wouldn't be leaving this shithole if it wasn't for you."
Mira feigned a look of surprise on her face "Me? I don't know what you're talking about, anyway, I don't have time for childish finger pointing. Take your things, I don't want them. She tossed her her gym bag and walked off. That bitch she thought. There was always something inhuman about the way she stretched, kind of sexy and she had a thing for latinas, but she was too angry to think about that right now.
Now that that backstory is out of the way, later that night at her studio apartment, she was going through her things she noticed a strange looking box. Curious, she opened it and noticed a pair of super elastic yoga clothes, a tank top and yoga pants, both black. On top was a medallion, unlike anything she'd seen before. She thought about trying it on, but hesitated. Could this be some trick from her rival Mira? But the outfit was so soft, and the medallion went so well with her complexion, she had nothing to lose. She tried it on noticing a strange glow from the medallion, startling her.