Message-ID: <5258eli$9710301245@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gnjal Subject: Rubber Doll Pt. 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.3.32.19971029190656.0079e820@postoffice.pacbell.net> 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! 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