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Rubber Doll Pt. 2

Gnjal 10/29/97 


They had given Jessica the job!  Her along with two other women had gotten
positions being design models for the big new line of action figures the toy
company was producing.  Jessica rode the bus home, warm and happy, wrapped
in her heavy coat, satin lining rubbing against the smooth shiny body suit she
was wearing.  Erica the Ninja Queen had done it!  Her lips twisted into an
arrogant smile, still covered in the deep red lipstick she had put on for the
interview.  She looked up and saw the man sitting across from her staring
at her, she smiled wickedly, Erica the Ninja Queen was not to be trifled
with. 

She let the coat slide a little as she re-crossed her legs, leather high
heel boots squeaking against ear, black spandex clad legs sliding, catching
the light.  She
smiled at the man, confident as Erica.  The man quickly looked down,
embarrassed at being caught staring at her. 

Jessica hugged herself, white gloved hands tightening around her sides.
And the money!  They were actually going to pay her enough money so she could
quit her dry cleaning job!  It was enough to keep her in rent for half a
year!  And she started next Monday.  Jessica still could hardly believe
that she had
gotten the job.  She smiled and leaned back into the bus seat basking in
the feelings of success. 


"Okay, ladies.  We've got three design studios set up.  They each have an
attached dressing room and wardrobe area where you'll be getting into some
of the
prototype costumes we've been working on.  You'll each have a personal
dresser who will handle the schedule of sittings and keep the order of the
costumes
straight.  So let's go!"  Jim smiled broadly at them and waved them on
towards the studios.  He was the brown haired man who had shown Jessica
into the
interview and whispered her the encouragement after.  She smiled back at
him, overjoyed just to be there. 

Jessica followed Jim and the other two women.  It had turned out that both
the blonde bombshell in the hot pink lycra swimsuit, and the buzz-cut muscular
woman who had worn the blue unitard had both been picked also.  The toy
company had such an aggressive target for finishing the new line of action
figures,
that they needed all of them to model.  She didn't mind, as long as she had
been picked also, that was fine with her. 

"Jessica, you're in studio B just down there, good luck!"  Jim pointed at a
door down the hall and gave her an encouraging smile. 

Jessica walked down and opened the door.  Walking inside she saw a spot lit
carpeted dais with several artists easels bunched around it, and a
collection of
chairs, art boxes, coffee mugs, pencils, brushes scattered across several
low tables next to the easels. 

"Hello! I'm Diane.  Are you Jessica?  I'm the dresser for Studio B." Diane
spoke in a pleasantly throaty whiskeys and smokes voice.  She was a woman of
medium height, wearing a oversized gray sweatshirt with its sleeves pushed
up past her elbows over a shiny black spandex long-sleeved unitard.  Her
lustrous
black hair was cut in a flirtatious bob framing a face with sensuous lips
and warm brown eyes.  Jessica stared at her for a moment, having the
sensation that she
had seen her before. 

"Yes, I'm Jessica, nice to meet you Diane." Jessica smiled and reached out
her hand, Diane grabbed it in both of hers and gave her a friendly shake. 

"Well, I can see they were right, you do look alot like Erica the Ninja
Queen."  Diane looked Jessica up and down, "We'll have to get your
measurements first
thing so I can adjust the costumes, although looking at you, I don't think
they'll need much alteration."  Diane smiled and pointed at the door to the
wardrobe
and dressing room. 

"Why don't you take off your coat and put this on, and we'll get your
measurements."  Inside the dressing room, Diane handed Jessica a sheer
nylon body
stocking.  Dropping her coat into a nearby chair, Jessica hesitated. 

"Oh, don't be shy, honey, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, you're a
natural beauty.  Now, hurry up, we don't have much time before the session is
scheduled to start."  Diane turned away and began flipping through some
clothes hanging on a garment rack. 

Jessica unbuttoned the pale cocoa silk blouse she was wearing and slipped
it off her shoulders.  She had put on her best beige satin under wire bra and
underwear this morning not knowing what exactly to expect during the
sitting.  She twisted her short gray pleated flannel skirt around and
unbuttoned its top
button, grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. 

Stepping out of the skirt, Jessica stood in her satin bra and panties,
perched in the beige colored pumps she had bought that weekend.  She
stepped out of the
shoes, and quickly reached her arms behind and unclasped her bra, pulling
it off and dropping it in the chair with the skirt and coat. 

This is what she wanted to do, Jessica thought to herself, so get on with
it! She pulled down her panties, and picked up the sheer nylon body stocking. 
Sitting down in another chair, she slid one foot into the body stocking and
pulled the stretchy material up to her thigh.  Then the other foot and leg
were
covered in nylon.  Standing up she pulled the body stocking over her hips
and snugged it below her breasts.  Pushing her one arm into the sleeve of
the body
stocking, she noticed a small loop at the end, and pushed it over her
middle finger, it kept the sleeve's cuff from slipping farther up her arm.
Her other arm in,
she pulled the scoop neckline of the sheer body stocking up over her
breasts and smoothed it around her shoulders. 

It was slightly cool, and the sheer material rubbing against her nipples
quickly brought them to a sensitive hardness.  Jessica folded her arms to
cover them,
embarrassed.  The sheer nylon of the body stocking made her feel more naked
then clothed. 

Turning back from her hunt through the garment racks, Diane appraised
Jessica, "You're going to be perfect!  Come over here and I'll get your
sizes." 

Jessica walked over to Diane and stood in front of her.  Putting on a pair
of horn-rimmed reading glasses, Diane picked up a cloth tape measure, and
reached
around Jessica's waist.  She pulled the tape measure tight around Jessica,
peering down through her glasses at the crossover mark. 

Kneeling in front of her, Diane held one end of the cloth tape at Jessica's
ankle and slowly ran the other hand up the inside of her thigh, sliding
caressingly
over the nylon, to stop just brushing the sheer tight nylon covering
Jessica's pussy.  Looking up at Jessica, Diane smiled, stood and moved
behind her. 

"Arms at your side now." Diane instructed her.  Jessica lowered her arms,
and tried not to notice how obvious her hard nipples were through the
stretchy sheer
nylon. 

Diane reached around from behind her, and pulled the cloth tape measure
around her chest, just under her breasts, pulling in the nylon, causing her
breasts and
sensitive nipples to stand out even more distinctly from the body stocking.
 Diane yanked the measure tight, and Jessica took an involuntary step back.
 Her
nylon covered ass pressed against Diane's pelvis, the black spandex of
Diane's unitard sliding against the sheer nylon covering her. 

"Now hold still, honey, we're almost done."  She slid the cloth tape up and
Jessica gasped as Diane placed it right over her nipples.  As she pulled it
taught,
Jessica felt Diane's spandex clad hips move against her ass, sliding
against her as Diane angled her self to see the measurement on the tape.
Jessica held her
breath, the cloth tape pressing the sheer nylon down over her nipples was
making her pussy throb.  What was wrong with her?  This was a serious modeling
job, she had to be focused and professional! 

Diane pulled the cloth tape back and forth, trying to get a good
measurement.  Jessica sucked in her breath again, trying to ignore the
sensation of the cloth
tape sliding across her nylon covered nipples.  She closed her eyes with
the pleasurable sensations. 

"There! All done Jessica.  I'm happy to say that just about all of the new
costumes we're going to use for the sittings are going to fit you without
any changes
at all."  Moving back in front of Jessica and dropping the cloth tape onto
a nearby table, Diane smiled. 

Jessica exhaled, and laughed nervously.  Folding her arms over her breasts,
she scissored her nylon covered legs against each other and smiled back at
Diane. 

"Let's get you into you first costume, shall we?"  Diane pulled a shiny
white catsuit from the garment rack and motioned her closer. 

"What's this made out of?" Jessica asked as she fingered the slick red
material of the costume. 

"Oh, it's a fine latex rubber.  You'll find that most of the costumes the
designers have us mock up for their sessions are latex based.  It's
simulates the plastic
and rubber of the final action figures much better than cloth can."  Diane
unzipped the catsuit and pointed to a chair, "Sit down and I'll help you on
with this." 

Grabbing one of Jessica's nyloned feet in her hand, Diane quickly slid the
foot of the thin red latex catsuit on her, "The designers also like to add
costume
elements and patterns, and with the latex they can stick them right on
using rubber cement.  They apparently didn't like waiting for a model take
the costume
off, a seamstress to sew the attachment on it, and then waiting for the
model to put the costume back on."  Diane yanked the tight red latex up
Jessica's
nyloned leg with quick sure movements. 

"Don't worry.  It's actually quite comfortable, I've worn several of the
latex costumes myself."  Diane looked at at Jessica and smiled, while she
grabbed her
other foot and slid it into the red latex catsuit. 

Suddenly something in Jessica's mind clicked, she remembered where she had
seen Diane before. 

"You're the Wicked Widow!"  Jessica exclaimed.  Diane look up from where
she was smoothing the red latex over Jessica's calves and smiled.  "When I was
picking which action figure to interview as, the Wicked Widow was one of
them, and she looks just like you!" 

Diane smiled wider, "You found me out.  I did do some modeling for that
line of action figures.  What did you think of the Wicked Widow?"  Diane
pulled
the catsuit up Jessica's thighs, and then stood up, pulling Jessica up with
her by the arms. 

"She's beautiful!  Did you really wear that outfit?"  Jessica asked awed.
She remembered the Wicked Widow as a figure in tight black, thigh high red
boots,
elbow length red gloves with winged cuffs of flames, wearing a half mask
over her eyes and nose, with her raven black hair flowing down to her
waist, blood
red lips smiling confidently while she held her whip of fire twirling over
her head. 

"Yes, I've cut my hair since then though.  The Wicked Widow costume was
based on a latex catsuit almost like this one."  Diane grabbed each of
Jessica's
hands and pushed them down through the sleeves of the latex catsuit.  The
catsuit had attached red latex gloves, which Diane smoothed around Jessica's
fingers.  The whole thing had slid on easily, due to the slick sheer nylon
body stocking covering her. 

Jessica marveled at meeting the inspiration for the Wicked Widow as Diane
moved behind her and pulled the catsuit up and over her shoulders.  Reaching
around from behind, Diane grabbed the latex of the catsuit on either side
of Jessica's breasts and yanked it up and smooth.  Jessica's eyes widened,
the latex of
the catsuit was rubbing the nylon over her sensitive nipples in a very
distracting way. 

Diane pushed aside Jessica's long fiery red hair (actually Erica the Ninja
Queen's hair), grabbed the cat suit's back zipper and pulled it up to seal
the catsuit at
the nape of Jessica's neck.  She then walked around, scanning the new
rubberized Jessica.  Bending down suddenly and pushing Jessica's legs
apart, Diane put
her hands on Jessica's hips and pulled the latex up till it was snug and
tight against her pussy.  Jessica sucked in her breath in surprise at the
sensual feelings
the tight red latex and nylon pulling against her pussy were filling her
with. 

Diane stood up in front of Jessica, took off her reading glasses, hanging
them on their leash around her neck and smiled knowingly.  "How does it fit
Jessica?" 

Jessica held up her latex covered hands in front of her and glanced down at
her red rubber covered body.  She looked great!  The red latex wrapped her
in a
tight flattering embrace, emphasizing her curves and the line of her legs. 

"It's perfect!  I've never worn something like this before."  Jessica
couldn't stop staring at her cat suited form. 

"Well, you're not done yet, here's the rest of the costume."  Diane held up
a pair of black rubber thigh high boots with what looked like at least four
inch high
chrome spike heels, and a black rubber half-hood with an attached diamond
tiara. 

Staring wide-eyed at the boots and hood, she looked down to where her latex
covered hand had strayed across something metallic at her crotch. 

"What's this for?" she asked Diane. 

"Oh, that's the access zipper.  You never now when you have to go pee,
darling, and the artists don't like waiting for you to take off the costume
and put it
back on." Diane smiled, knowing that there were other reasons the catsuit
had a crotch zipper.  She kneeled down in front of the latex cat suited
Jessica, and
held up one of the spike heeled rubber boots. 

Jessica stared down at Diane, who was gazing up at her with a wry twist to
her full lips, brown eyes dancing with some secret.  The latex catsuit over
the
nylon body stocking slid and stretched over her body as she lifted her foot
and placed it in the tight black rubber boot.  She flushed with the sensations
rushing through her, and hoped that the sitting would give her a chance to
regain her composure. 

Every time she moved, the catsuit was stroking her pussy!  She was moist
and excited in spite of herself.  This was no way for a professional model
to behave!
Jessica scolded herself mentally. 

Diane pulled the rubber thigh high boot up till it rested snugly against
the bottom of Jessica's derriere.  Smoothing it, she couldn't resist
stroking Jessica's red
latex covered ass.  Jessica look up surprised, wondering if the caress had
been unintentional.  She lifted her other foot at Diane's request, and
closed her eyes,
trying to fight the delicious sensations of the slick tight material
covering her, and stroking her. 

Diane smiled to herself, sensing Jessica's aroused state.  Pulling the
other boot up, yanking it into to place all the way up Jessica's red rubber
thigh, she
deliberately bumped the edge of her  hand against Jessica's pussy, encased
as it was in thin red latex over sheer nylon. 

Jessica jumped, sucking in her breath at the contact, and smiled down at
Diane nervously. 

"Sorry, honey.  I'll try to be more careful"  Diane said in a soothing
voice.  Jessica was definitely going to work out all right, the guys would
be pleased.  She
smiled in anticipation and grabbed the remaining rubber half-hood. 

Standing in front of Jessica, her brown eyes staring into Jessica's dilated
green ones, Diane smiled reassuringly at her.  Handing the hood to Jessica,
she
reached behind Jessica's neck and scooped up all the strands of her red
hair.  Quickly twisting them into a tight ponytail, she secured it with a
rubber band she
had around her wrist. 

"Give me the hood Jessica."  Diane held out her hand. 

Jessica, sensing somehow that this moment was a turning point for her,
hesitated.  Is this really what she wanted, to be costumed in nylon and
rubber, paraded
in front of a bunch of designers so that they could make a line a kids'
action figures?  Jessica looked down at her hard nipples, evident through
the thin latex of
the catsuit, and glanced at her tightly wrapped pussy, lips clearly
outlined by the shining red rubber. 

"Here Diane."  She said, handing her the hood. 

The money was good, and this is what Erica the Ninja Queen had auditioned
for, wasn't it!  She lowered her head while Diane hooked her ponytail through
the hole in the hood and pulled it down over the top of her head. 

The mask covered her neck and the top half of her face.  Its cool smooth
rubber surface rested comfortably against her skin.  Diane smoothed it down
into the
neck of the catsuit and stood back. 

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Jessica.  You're beautiful, you're going
to blow the guys away."  Diane smiled, unable to hide the trace of
lustfulness in her
voice as she admired Jessica's red rubbered, black spike heeled, masked,
and fiery haired figure. 

Turning in front of the dressing room's full length mirror, Jessica once
again saw Erica the Ninja Queen staring back at her.  Wicked curves covered
in shining
red latex, green eyes flashing with excitement, the Ninja Queen leered back
at her, red lips twisting in self-confidence.  The light caught and
glittered on the
diamond tiara, contrasting with the dark shiny rubber of the half-hood. 

She turned back to Diane, smiled and strode out of the dressing room into
the studio, black rubber thigh-high spike heeled boots clicking on the
floor, latex
covered ass swinging seductively, as her red ponytail swished behind her. 

This IS what the Ninja Queen wanted!  And Jessica was not going to miss out
on an opportunity like this! 

  

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