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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
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Adventures in Rubber
by
Dr. Hevea
(part 3)
Mandy stared at nothing out the windshield. "Oh, about a week should do."
"A week! I was thinking of hours! I can't stay a week, I've got to be back
to work on Monday."
"Oh, come on," Mandy said reproachfully, "we haven't seen each other in
years. Besides, you look like you could use a vacation. Don't you have
some vacation time you could use?"
"Well... I've got thirty days a year, and I haven't used any yet, but.."
"Then it's final! I'll hear no more about it. We'll just stop off at
your place, pick up this kinky wardrobe of yours, and then head for my place.
This will be a blast, you'll see."
"Oh, what-the-hell! Why not? Like you said, it's been a while. Damn, girl!
How long's it been- ten years?
"I told you before. I'm a woman, not a girl. Please don't make that
mistake again." Something in her tone made Jason glance sideways at her.
She was looking straight at him, with a very hard look in her eye.
"Jeez, hey, no problem," he said, "Take it easy." She didn't say anything
else for quite a few miles.
Finally, to break the silence, Jason said, "So what was that business with the
drunk's wrist? He looked like he was having a coronary!"
"Aikido," Mandy replied. "When you enjoy dressing the way we do, sometimes you
have to remind men of their place. You know, the whole syndrome of `If she's
dressed that way, she must be ASKING for it.' You have to defend yourself,
because the police can't and the courts...well, by the time you get to the
courts, it's too late, and they probably won't do anything anyway."
"Why do I get the impression you've had some bad experiences?" asked Jason.
"I have," she replied. "Maid Marion and I were walking back to our car from a
play party. It was kind of a bondage...fetish...just-for-fun kind of thing.
Marion had gotten both her arms and legs put into casts... well, it was a strange
and exhausting evening. Some social cancer saw a cripple walking with a sex
goddess and decided we were fair game. I got scraped up quite a bit, and Mandy
got cut on her hand, but we came out on top. So to speak."
"What happened to your assailant?"
"He got hospitalized with several broken ribs and a crushed testicle. Marion
couldn't walk without some crutches we'd improvised at the party, but her arm
casts made damn good clubs!" They both chuckled at this.
When they reached his apartment, Jason looked over at his rediscovered
lover and said, "Listen, do you think you could give me a hand with the
latex and stuff? It's kind of heavy."
The domelight showed Mandy feigning shock. "Do I look like menial labor?
Besides, I have to stay here to make sure our maid doesn't run away."
Jason laughed. "I can't imagine anyone wanting to run away from you!"
As he headed for the steps, she muttered at his back, "You might be surprised,
my love, you might be surprised."
As soon as Jason had disappeared inside, she quickly opened the door, and got in
the back seat with their other passenger.
Inside, Jason dashed through the apartment, collecting luggage, toiletries kit,
towels, and clothes. These were crammed into a small valise. From a closet he
dragged out a huge steamer trunk, dragged it into the bedroom and opened it on
the floor, talking to himself all the while.
"Boy, oh boy, you have really got yourself into it this time. You haven't seen
this woman for how many years, and the first thing you do is take a week of
vacation just to get into her pants again. And gawd, has she changed! She's
been sleeping with women, she's on some kind of power trip, and she totes around
some kind of groupie who's into who-knows-what."
But his libido had other things to say: Yeah, but look how she's grown...
what a woman! And did you see her outfit? That latex hobble skirt is so thick
she can barely walk, and those boots- wow! Listen man, don't be a fool- you pass
this up, you may never see her again.
Apparently, his balls were winning the argument, because he threw open another
closet, revealing his treasure of rubber garments, some hanging over wide,
padded hangers, some folded in neat piles on shelves. All of it had been
lovingly polished until it gleamed like patent leather.
He also opened several drawers to retrieve bondage gear, some unusually
restrictive clothes, and several corsets.
All of it was dumped unceremoniously into the huge trunk. On the top of this
pile he tossed several containers of talc, with which to powder the latex.
He paused at the bar for a shot of dutch courage, then thought better of it.
"Damn! I'm driving," he muttered.
Having wrestled the heavy trunk and his overnighter to the head of the sidewalk
steps, he paused to catch his breath. Looking down to the car, he saw Mandy in
the back seat with the other young woman. She appeared to be doing something
under the other's skirt.
"Well, get used to it, chum," Jason told himself, and huffed slowly down the
stairs. He got the trunk loaded, and as he got into the drivers seat, he noticed
an audible panting coming from the back seat. When he looked in the rear-view
mirror, ` Maid Marion's ' expression hadn't changed a bit, although he saw
that her eyes were wide, as if she had been startled or excited by something,
and was trying to hide it. He thought about the two of them enjoying each other
in the back seat while he had been packing arm loads of rubberwear upstairs.
It bothered him to think he might have to share Mandy's attentions with some one
else, but then... it also excited him to think of the two women screwing in
tight, shiny, and sweaty latex outfits, too.
He realized he was holding a double standard. That bothered him too, since he'd
always thought of himself as open minded. Now he knew how difficult it could
really be to be TRULY open minded. He resolved not to show his discomfort with
the two women's relationship until he had had time to think it over, and perhaps,
get to know the mystery woman in the maid's uniform.
"It really bugs you that Marion and I are lovers, doesn't it?" asked Mandy.
Shit, thought Jason. So much for keeping secrets. "Am I that transparent?"
he asked her.
"I'd claim it was all women's intuition, but I don't think I have any.
I caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, and I just watched your face
when you got into the car. You were looking pretty stoic, kind of overly
nonchalant, so I guessed."
"Yeah, I guess I was...well, AM a little bugged," admitted Jason. "Must be the
way I was raised." He looked sheepishly at the floor, letting the engine idle
while they talked.
"Thought so. Usually, I'd give you my standard half-hour lecture about
bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your intelligence.
I'm going to assume that you will find a way to deal with it, because if you
can't, you can NOT be a part of my life."
Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they accelerated
down the street.
After they were on the highway again, he asked, "So, where is this retreat
of yours, my dear?"
Mandy, who was once again in the front seat retorted, "Hah! I'm not your dear
yet! You still haven't passed my tests, survived my trials, fair knight."
Jason shot her a glance. She wore a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye.
"All right lady, you win. Just point me to the sword in the stone, and
I'll do my best."
"That's the spirit! Ok, just take 276 south to Morton Road..."
Sometime later, by then nearly three in the morning, they pulled into a gravel
lane, shaded by huge oaks. A metal box set into the massive brick gate post on
Jason's side of the drive required him to punch in a combination which Mandy gave
him, to open the massive wrought iron gate.
"Jeee-zus! What are you doing for a living these days? You didn't tell
me you were loaded now."
"You didn't ask. I'm sorry to say that I didn't earn all of it. My father
passed away several years ago, leaving me his company holdings and enough liquid
assets to build this place."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. If there's..."
"Oh, it's alright. It was sudden and painless. In any case, I made quite a bit
on my own in the market, but the inheritance allowed me to retire earlier, and
with quite a bit more income. I really don't have an interest in business
anymore, so I have accountants and lawyers run the consulting firm. I get about
half of the profits. It lets me pursue my interests in privacy and comfort, and
if I'm careful with my funds, I can almost live extravagantly."
Driving up the lane revealed a large and picturesque cottage style country
house. It was completely dark, not a single light in any of the windows.
"You two live here alone?" Jason asked, "You should at least leave a light
on."
"Oh, there are burglar alarms. Not to mention Charlemagne and Attila. Watch."
As they pulled up in front of the stone porch, a deep, loud barking began, and
several flood lights kicked on, illuminating the entire front lawn.
"You see: the latest electronic wizardry- anything that ignores the warning
signs, climbs that iron fence has to face the lights and then Charley and 'Tilla.
Two huge Rottweillers appeared at a dead run, surrounding the car. Mandy
rolled down the window, commanding, "Charley! 'Tilla! Make friends. Heel!"
The dogs came off of alert, and meekly sat down on her side of the car.
"It's alright, you can get out now," she told Jason.
"O-K, I'm convinced, you don't need to leave a light on," replied Jason,
nervously eyeing the dogs as he pulled the bags from the trunk. They watched him
constantly, but never moved.
While man-handling the trunks up the stairs, he took advantage of his position
to watch ` Maid Marion's ' muscular bottom wriggling within a pair of tight black
latex briefs under her short rubber skirt. Very shortly, he was having trouble
walking again.
When they were all inside, and Jason had finished ooh-ing and aah-ing over the
opulent front hall, they moved into the adjacent library where he collapsed into
an overstuffed leather chair. Maid Marion remained standing just inside
the room. He took a moment to drink in the sight of the black and white latex
maid's uniform. Now, in the better light of the house, it looked even better
than before. The second-skin bustier covered her completely up to the neck,
where a frilly Elizabethen collar topped the outfit. He saw that her white doily
apron was also made from rubber, although it had a softer, mat finish. The rest
of her uniform was polished to a high gloss. She had quite a curvaceous and well
-endowed figure, too. Although her bust was not as spectacular as Mandy's, much
of that must have been due to Mandy's outrageous bullet-bra corset-jacket.
The perfect fit of both their costumes was emphasized by the highlights thrown
on the skin tight material by the overhead lights. He wondered what it felt like
to have breasts with sensitive nipples rubbing within the lovely, stretchy stuff.
It was to be only a few days before he found out.
In an attempt to start the conversation again, Jason exclaimed, "Whew! That
chest was heavy. Do you by any chance have something cold and wet for a man
dying of thirst? If you'll point me toward the bar..."
"Just a minute." Mandy was doing something at the maids collar.
"I promised I'd take Flo... uh, Marion's mask off as soon as we got home...
There!" she exclaimed, and with a flourish, removed the dark wig from the maid's
head.
"Mask?" Jason queried, "But she's not wearing..."
"Shush! Watch and learn," she admonished. She pulled at the maids neck, and
began peeling a strip of flesh colored tape from the other woman's neck.
Beneath it were fine, closely spaced laces running up the back of her head!
As these were loosened, Jason it became clear what had been wrong with the
woman's eyes. Her head was completely enclosed in a skin-tight thin rubber
sheath, molded and colored to closely immitate a woman's head and face.
With makeup over it, it had looked quite natural. Only the hapless woman's
eyes had shown through carefully shaped holes in the face. As Mandy peeled the
hood off the woman's head to the front, a pretty, young face was revealed.
"Jason, allow me to introduce Flora, my house mate."
(to be continued...)