Message-ID: <5236eli$9710291220@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5236.txt> From: gnjal@pacbell.net (Gnjal) Subject: Rubber Doll Pt. 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <MPG.ec07bd3c221aa5011e1a300@mail.pacbell.net> Rubber Doll Pt. 1 Gnjal 10/28/97 Jessica stood at the bus stop, breath misting out from her face in the cold morning air. She wore a long heavy wool coat, completely muffling the outlines of her body. She was thankful for the cold, and the excuse to wear the heavy hooded jacket. Although Jessica was a beautiful young woman, she had always felt awkward about her body. She looked down the street in the direction the bus should be coming from and blew on her white gloved hands to warm them. Even under the heavy coat she felt that people could see what she was wearing and flushed. The classified ad had been very specific in its description of what type of model they were looking for. The large toy company which had placed the ad was gearing up for another line of action figures, and needed models to pose for their artists during the preliminary design. The ad had detailed that the applicants should be comfortable wearing form-fitting attire and be available for extended sittings. Jessica stamped her booted feet in an attempt to stay warm and pressed her lips together in determination. She was going to get this job! She was tired of working at Herb's Dry Cleaning, sitting in the tiny mending room at the back and fixing the unending stream of ripped and torn garments on an ancient sewing machine. She had stayed late for a whole week putting together the outfit she was wearing now, under her coat. Last Sunday she had seen the classified ad, and she had rushed out to the store and bought three of the female action figures that the company currently produced. After carefully looking at their costumes, she had decided that she would become Erica, the Ninja Queen. She had spent the last of her cash buying yards of black and white shiny spandex to make the costume. The Ninja Queen was a buxom and buff figure in a gleaming black body suit, with long white gloves, and a short shiny white skirt. Her face was entirely covered in some tight black material, leaving only her green eyes, her long fire-red hair in a ponytail, and dark red sneering lips exposed. Not quite the outfit to allow an ninja to slip past guards to get at her intended victim, apparently it was quite popular among the teenage boy collectors that haunted the toy aisles. Jessica wondered how any Ninja Queen could sneak around successfully on the high black heels the toy company sought fit to outfit her in. After many sleepless nights, Jessica had finished the costume. The costume she was wearing now, under her coat. She had even dyed her long chestnut brown hair the shocking red of Erica the Ninja Queen, pulling it into a tight ponytail, which was now hidden by the hood of her coat. She stretched out her left calf, the three inch heels on the black leather boots she was wearing took some getting used to. Slipping on the black spandex/lycra costume that morning, she had been surprised and pleased by the lithe sexy figure that had looked back from her bedroom mirror. She looked anxiously up the street again. When was that bus going to get here! She was extremely aware of the fact that she was naked except for the black spandex body suit covering her, wearing a kicky little white lycra skirt which barely covered her ass, long shiny white spandex gloves, perched on high heeled leather boots, and with an Erica the Ninja Queen spandex hood in her coat pocket. The black lycra/spandex left nothing to the imagination. Her ass, breasts and hips were tightly outlined under the stretchy black material. She had to get this job. She felt sure that once they saw how much she had done for the interview, they would have to hire her. She started as the bus screeched to a halt in front of her. Finally! She rushed on, heels tapping loudly on the metal steps, and sat quickly down at the back. Pulling the coat tightly around her, she was distracted by the feeling of the satin lining rubbing against the lycra covering her body. She flushed as she realized her nipples were hardening from the sensation. The bus accelerated, and she was on her way to the interview downtown. The ride downtown seemed to take forever, as Jessica scissored her lycra covered legs nervously, sliding them against each other. When she had finally gotten into the toy company's main lobby, the secretary had scanned her up and down and directed her to a waiting room up five floors. This is where she now sat, still covered in her heavy coat staring anxiously at the other applicants waiting in the room with her. One was wearing a hot pink shiny tank swimsuit, with shiny nylon pantyhose and pink high heels. Her breasts were huge! They couldn't be real. And her huge head of blond hair made her look like a life-size Barbie doll. Jessica quickly cast her eyes downward, as the blonde in hot pink caught her stare. The blonde bombshell pursed her shining red lips in a knowing smirk. Another applicant was wearing a tight blue lycra unitard, with her arms and neck bare, showing a significant amount cleavage and toned muscle. Her hair was cut in a peroxide blonde buzz, and she sported three silver earrings on each lobe. She also wore high heels of black patent leather, which must have been at least five inches tall. She turned and suddenly stretched down, placing her hands flat on the floor, legs slightly apart, with her ass thrusting towards the embarrassed Jessica. The tan and toned woman smiled at Jessica upside down, from between her legs. Jessica turned her head away quickly, flushing from the image of the tight ass of the woman flexing towards her, tightly defined by the shiny blue material of her unitard. All of these women were more beautiful than she was! How could she compete with breasts the size of melons and firm toned bodies like these! Jessica stared at her lap, white gloved hands tightly clasped together, wondering if she was a fool for thinking she had a chance at this modeling job. A slight man with a close-cropped head of brown hair walked into the waiting room. He was wearing tight faded jeans, and a dark blue silk short-sleeve shirt. "People! People! We're ready to begin. When I call your name please come into the interview area. You can leave your coats and purses here. We'll try to do this quickly, thanks for your patience." He pointed at a closed door to the left. "Crystal Bradford? Crystal Bradford?" the man looked up and was caught in the millon-watt smile of the bombshell blonde in the hot pink swimsuit. "That's me!" the blonde minced her way towards the man, and smiled as she passed him entering the interview room. He stared down at her curved ass, tightly defined under the hot pink lycra. "Whew! It's going to be a long day." He turned and followed her out of the waiting room, shutting the door behind him. Jessica pressed her booted feet together, heels rigidly in step, and waited. She was going to do this! She shifted and her lycra covered ass slid against the smooth satin lining of the coat, pressed against the hard waiting room chair seat. She gasped and was embarrassed and nervous with feeling the tight stretchy lycra was evoking in her. When was it going to be her turn? Two hours later, only she and one other woman were left in the waiting room. The other applicants had all entered and left the interview room. Both the bombshell blonde and the toned woman in the blue unitard had smiled nastily at her as they left. Jessica drooped, there was no way she was going to get picked over those two! "Barbie Blue? Barbie Blue?" The man who had been calling out the names from the start poked his head out the interview room door. The woman next to her, with huge breasts almost identical to the blonde bombshell's, stood up and flashed a plastic smile at the man. Tossing her black lustrous hair at him she chirped, "I'm ready!" and walked towards him. She was wearing a tight red spandex dress which just covered her crotch and ass, along with strappy three inch red heels. Her toes and fingernails were painted blood red, perfectly setting off her green eyes. The door shut after them and Jessica was alone in the waiting room. Jessica sighed. She was the last. She was going to be the last one interviewed. Now she had no chance at all. If she had gotten in early, she could have made an impression that may have stuck even after seeing all the bubble breasted and toned women that also interviewed. Now, they would compare her to everyone else first. She clenched her teeth. No! I'm still going to get this job. I deserve it, and I'm not going to work at that stupid cleaners forever! Jessica stood up and pulled Erica the Ninja Queen's black spandex hood out of her coat pocket. Pushing back the hood of her coat, she let her fiery red hair cascade silkenly down. She quickly pulled on the shiny black spandex hood, reaching up and pushing her ponytail through the provided hole, snugged the tight black material down over her face, and tucked its skirt into the neck of the spandex body suit she was wearing. She pulled out her compact, and flipped it open, peering into the mirror as she applied the dangerous red lipstick she had bought the day before. She pursed and licked her lips and smiled into the mirror. Staring back at her were the intense green eyes of Erica the Ninja Queen, flashing above her wicked blood red lips framed in black spandex. Jessica practiced the dangerous and confident smile that she was sure Erica the Ninja Queen would use right before eviscerating her enemies. She was entranced by her own transformed image in the small mirror of the compact. "And you must be Jessica." Unheard by her, the man which had been leading the applicants into the interview room had returned. Snapping the compact shut and shoving it into her coat pocket she turned and smiled nervously. "Why, yes, that's me. Is it my turn?" Jessica stood up, and momentarily bobbled on the heels of her boots. "Yes, I'm sorry for the wait, you've been very patient. So why don't you drop your coat and follow me?" He smiled warmly and motioned towards the door to the interview room. Jessica look at the door and steeled herself. She was Erica the Ninja Queen, and she was going to get this job! She shrugged the coat off her shoulders and let it slip down around her feet. Swishing her fire-red ponytail behind her, she strode past the staring man, and into the interview room, short white skirt flipping, a lean sexy figure of shiny black spandex; Erica the Ninja Queen. Entering the room, boot heels clicking loudly on the tile floor, Jessica turned and faced three men and a woman seated at a long oak table. She took a deep breath and walked down the full length of the room, parading and strutting in front of the interviewers, pausing twice to glare imperiously at them, half-turning, red lips sneering arrogantly from the surrounding shining black lycra of her hood. "Oh my god, she's Erica! She's the spitting image of Erica the Ninja Queen!" the woman gasped and leaned forward to gape at Jessica. The interviewers began whispering among themselves, pointing at one detail and then another on the costume Jessica had made. She walked to the middle of the room, directly in front of the oak table and planted her fists on her lycra clad hips. Pushing her chest out and sucking in a deep breath to emphasize her rib-cage and breasts, she swung her fiercely red pony tail, swishing it across the top of her derriere, and swirling her white shiny skirt side to side. The interviewers gasped and were silent. Jessica stared at the ceiling, holding her regal pose, and wondered if she had gone to far. Had she blown it? She glanced down, overwhelmed with relief as all of the interviewers started clapping their hands, applauding with large smiles and excited whispers to each other. The man who had been showing in all the applicants whispered into Jessica's ear, "You're a lock honey! They love you!" Jessica smiled. Maybe she was going to get this job after all. -- ============================================================ "Gnjal"-------->>>Privacy is Essential to Liberty<<<-------- ============================================================ http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal gnjal@pacbell.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Visit for Stories and Illustrations of Rubber, et.al. 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