Message-ID: <13544eli$9807311320@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13544.txt> From: Mahgirb@webtv.net Subject: "Rubber in the Night" Part 1 of 4 (bd,sm,tor,nc,rub) by Mahgirb Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <22553-35C1C1BD-9@newsd-121.bryant.webtv.net> Warning:The following is a story intended only for those who are considered legal adults in their respective communities. Notice: All comments are encouraged. If you have a story idea, request or wish to be placed on a story mailing list, then feel free to reply to the author: mahgirb@webtv.net "Rubber in the Night" Part 1 of 4, by Mahgirb Gina had come to Las Vegas with her family when she was young, say 8 or 10 years old. She remembered that there was very little to do, at least as a minor. Now at the age of 24, Gina came to Vegas on her week's vacation with an agenda. She was determined to seek out some fun and adventure. To look at Gina the casual observer would think she would have all kinds of friends and lovers, and no trouble pursuing any kind of fun she desired. She was 5'8", weighed an athletic 125, had luminous blue eyes, and long blonde hair that streamed down to the middle of her back. Her waist hadn't really changed since high school, still 25 inches, while her breasts had continue to fill out a little through her college days. Gina was really proud of her 36C size and matching 36 thighs. But in spite of her easy-on-the-eyes appearance, Gina worked long hours and found very little time in her busy Los Angeles schedule to work in any pleasure. Her contribution in the advertising office was making the company big bucks, but even Gina's boss could tell that she needed some R & R. Gina got dressed up to join the party at Studio 54 that first night of her arrival. Gina brought out her sexy black dress that barely covered her upper thighs. She was sure that if she ever started jumping on the dance floor, her black lingerie underneath would show for the whole world to see. She wore a cleavage-improving wonderbra, although her breasts really didn't require the improvement. And she packed the sexiest black, five-inch heels she could find in her closet. The buff bouncer at the entrance looked her up and down and, judging by the growing bulge in his pants was impressed with her appearance, but he didn't even look at her driver's license. "Sorry, ma'am. Private function tonight. Invitation only." Gina began to sulk. She had finally gotten herself in the mood to dance and drink and let her inhibitions go, and now this obstacle. "Excuse me, miss," a voice from behind started," I couldn't help but notice your dilemma. Would you care to join my party?" Gina turned and sized up the man and the offer. He was a decked out in full tux with a pair of women behind him. The girls kept their heads down staring at the floor and did not look at Gina. They were dressed in identical rubber outfits. Rubber leg stockings that positively shined under the casino lights and stretched over their skin incredibly tight. Each had rubber opera gloves, latex bras, and micro-mini-dresses that hardly concealed their asscheeks. Their hair, one blond and the other brunette, was braided in tight locks all the way down their backs. They held their hands behind their backs and stood perfectly still. "Oh, I don't know, I mean, the bouncer said I needed an invitation, and I, uh," Gina stumbled for excuses. "I can take care of this misunderstanding. You see, it is my private function," he explained. "Jerome, this lady is with me tonight." The bouncer nodded and withdrew. "Whatever you say, T.S." "Should I call you T.S. too? I don't even know your name," she asked. "I'm Gina." "You may call me T.S. for now. Perhaps we can work out a different name in the near future." And with that strange sentiment, he extended his arm and Gina locked her arm in his and walked down the dark corridor, moving closer to the smoke and music. Just then, T.S. stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have invited you into my private party, but there is one requirement of all the females tonight. You must wear something of rubber material on your person. I can see already that you have nothing." Gina examined herself rather dopishly, looking for something rubber she knew she wouldn't find. "Fortunately for you, I always carry these with me." He reached into his coatpocket and pulled out a thin black rubber collar with a locking metal clasp. He noticed Gina's quizzical look. "It is a requirement, to be fair. Here, I'll put it on." Gina leaned her neck and moved her long blonde hair out of the way, exposing her neckline. T.S. wrapped the rubber collar around her and then connected the metal lock. Gina's throat initially felt the tightness, and she swallowed instinctively. "There. A perfect snug fit," remarked T.S. "Now, dear, you are ready to join me." End of Part 1 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>