Speculative Fiction Modern Parables

"I don't see why I have to wear this - it's completely impractical! How would you ever, ever fix anything if you have to worry about getting a run in your stockings?" Steve just shrugged, again. "Orissa, it's just a swimsuit with garters on it. And, it's all for show. We need hot-blooded backers for finance. So a little leg, a little suggestion, then their blood heats up and loosens their checkbooks." "But that's just your theory. I'd rather be tuning that new carburetor for the meet." "Better you than me. And, that hired model bugged out at the last minute. Besides, you're the best judge of character we've got. We don't want ringers, we want real angels." He had me there. One look in any man's eyes and I could tell the real deal from the wannabes. Then I saw him. That one...