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// Preparations: 1 
// Story: Vinyl's Day of Lime-Light 
// by Ponyess 
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	As I enter the room, Vinyl is sitting in her chair, relaxing, as she was waiting for me to help her with a few details.  I'm carrying all the details for her preparation into the room with me.

“Time to prepare you for your first concert in Vanhoover.  Slip these stockings on!” I told her.

Vinyl looks up, and nods at me before she picks up the right stocking, looking at it for a moment, before slipping her hoof into it, pulling it all the way up her thigh.  Then she turns down, before she picks the left stocking and slip her hoof into it, and pulls it all the way up,.

“This does feel good.  Just tight enough, not to feel loose, without feeling too tight!” she then responded.

“Good, then I can polish them up for you!” I told her.

“Yes, that would be good.  Maybe it will even help me relax before the entrance?” she then nodded, inclining her head.

I slipped the tube of clear gel, intended for polishing her stockings into my right hand, before I started to rub it in, into the black material of her right stocking, slowly working my way from the  hoof, and upwards as I allowed the rubber to absorb enough to be fully saturated.

As I worked my way up, the rubber slowly picked up first a warm gloss, then a high glistering shine as I continued over her leg.  I enjoy how the rubber of the stocking reacted to the gel I was applying.  After several minutes I had finally passed the knee, progressing up her thigh until I reached the edge of the material.

“That's strangely relaxing.  It's almost as if it is alive, massaging my leg as you caressed the polish gel into the material of the black stocking.  Now it is utter gloss!” she pointed out with a relaxed, but curious smile on her face, leaning back.

I poured more of the gel in my hand before I slowly pick up her left leg in my left hand as I started to polish the hoof, then moved upwards.  Just to see her relaxed, before the big night made me feel good.  I love to see her enjoying it, just as much as she had intended to.

“What's next?  Since I'm wearing stockings!” she enquired.

“Time for the top!” I pointed out, as I handed her the black garment.

She quietly accepted the garment, slipping it down over her head, then making it slip down her body.

“It's tight, but it would go well with the stockings.  Are you going to polish this too?  I hope you would!” she then stated.

“That is the idea, part of the fun is in how the light will be reflected in these garments in the otherwise very low light where you'll be standing!” I responded with a warm smile.

“Good, I'm starting to enjoy the way you've planned these preparations out for me!” she continued in an affirmative tone of voice, the smile widening and growing more certain.

“Then you can perform at your very best!” I winked back.

Now I returned to the tube of gel, pouring yet more in my hand, before I started to rub it in, from the neck down.  Now I'm enjoying the work, it isn't as if it is hard or complicated.  I guess there is something more to the gal I had forgotten to take into consideration.

First I moved down to the middle of her chest, before I spread outwards, teasing my way up her jigglies, and then ending up on the tips of her nibbles, before I continued up to her shoulders and out her right arm, even if the sleeve is a mere five inches long, but it is long enough to make the point and get the effect down.

I started down her chest as I had finished the other arm, then slowly working the few inches to the edge of the top.  Now I worked her flanks, from under her arm pits to the edge of the top.

“I'd need you to give me your back, so I can finish the top.  Even if it may not be in view all that much!” I pointed out.

She eagerly turned her back towards me, and I continued from her neck down the back of her top.  Only now I continued by slipping the tail of her suit in under her, slipping the first plug in, then the second, thus firmly securing the suit.

Once this is done, I polished the small appendage of the suit.

“Just the gloves, before I can finish up, then you're out for the scene!” I told her, as I handed over two gloves, intended to reach just below her elbows.

She eagerly accepted these too, maybe she started to get excited about the job, or was it merely the anxiety letting go under my caressing hands.

“If you apply this to the gloves!” I told her, as she sat down, giving me free rain of her hooves.

Now I started to apply the red gel to the hoof, starting from under the soul, then moving upwards, while she polished her gloves.  I had managed to finish both her hooves, while she had barely managed the right hand.

I look, as she continued caressing the hand, then up to the elbow.  Then she started with the left hand, finger by finger, the hand and the wrist.

“Give me your hands!” I told her.

As she did, I started with her finger hooves, working them from the right thumb, one by one, until I had done all five and started over with her left thumb, and then the other fingers in turn.

“How does it feel?  Ready to meet the crowd?  Just a few minutes before they will be expecting you!” I pointed out.

“It's quite comfortable, you've done a great job.  I'm about ready, and just in time, by the looks of it!” she said as she rose to her now red hind hooves and walked out, ready to face her crowd.