Jessica Visits The Thirteenth Floor · Part 1 (1/2)
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Braving the Elevator As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn't still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn't even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn't have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone's allowed a night of self-pity when they've just broken off a three year engagement, right?
Todd. What had she been thinking? How could she ever have imagined marrying a Todd. Even his name screamed blandness at her. That was it, he was just plain bland Todd. Dependable. Boring. She'd started seeing him before she finished college, but for the life of her now she couldn't remember why. The barman had asked her that too. Oh gods, the barman! She had been slow to remember the night before, but when she thought of the barman it washed back over her in a wave. A pretty girl on her own in the hotel bar, nursing her wine, lost in thought. Not a sleazy bar though, so the pick-up artists were few and far between, easily shooed away to leave her in peace. The barman though, he was a good listener, too good. Before she knew it she'd told him the whole sorry story.
The first bottle of wine already gone, took with it her self-consciousness, and she found herself opening up to him like she never had with anyone. The real reason she'd left Todd of course wasn't his name, it was his stubbornly mundane attitude to life. He was nice enough, but there was no real passion there, and hadn't been for years. The lack of spark was worst in the bedroom – when they did have sex, it was perfunctory, and for all his good intentions unfulfilling. When she had suggested tie-up games to 'spice things up', the look of horror on his face was enough to stop her from ever suggesting anything like it again, let alone some of the kinkier things she really wanted to try!
She'd never felt that she could tell Todd anything about her fantasies after that. Apparently a bottle of wine was all that was needed to get her to tell the barman though; gods, what he must have thought of her! He seemed to take it with good grace, nodding and agreeing at all the right places, but it was enough to mortify Jessica at the very memory.
It was those same feelings of mortification that stopped her at the entrance to the elevator this morning. But she knew that she had to satisfy her curiosity – telling herself that embarrassment was always fleeting, and she'd regret it the rest of her life if she walked away now. With her heart racing, she thrust her room key into the slot in the empty elevator, and the elevator began its descent.
Finding the TV channel had been a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. After a shower to clear her head, she'd just wanted some background noise before she lounged on the luxurious bed. That was what this whole trip was about – a getaway, a luxurious place where she could pamper herself, be treated like a princess, and generally forget about all the years she wasted with Todd. She'd stayed here on business several times before, never with Todd, and she needed that now. She hadn't even been thinking about sex before the TV went on, just about forgetting the hangover.
But the images of the deliciously dressed women in shiny slick rubber outfits spoke straight to her libido, and she was hot and flustered before very long at all. Jessica had always been proud of her figure – not over-endowed and fake like the celebrities she despised, but curvy in all the right places; she imagined how good she would look in outfits like that, but she'd never have the confidence to go out and buy them.
The questionnaire on the screen explored every aspect of the kinky things that she'd only ever read about on the Internet, and a few more which she'd never heard of but which made her moist just imagining what they might be. So when the instructions to use her keycard in the elevator came, she was fired up enough to decide to follow them. A brief period of agonising over what she should be wearing when she went out was settled by her fear that if she didn't take the TV up on its offer she might miss her chance; she rushed out of the door in a loose fitting white shirt and her favourite knee-length skirt. And now, with her heart in her throat, she would find out where it was taking her.
Meeting Darla The stark white room that greeted her when the doors opened onto the 13th floor was bright enough to make Jessica's hang-over briefly rear its head with a twinge. But as her eyes adjusted to the light level, her eyes were met by the room's other occupant. A statuesque woman, several inches taller than Jessica, was raising herself from a comfortable seat to greet her. Her coffee coloured skin was the lightest thing about her – her jet-black hair, tied back into a plait, was matched by an equally black outfit.
Jessica could only describe it as a leather dominatrix get-up; knee-high boots, a tight black mini-skirt and an equally tight top cut to show off the woman's ample cleavage. Since Jessica didn't really know what she had expected, she couldn't say she was surprised, but she knew she had never met anyone like this before. The woman exuded sexuality from every movement, clearly confident in her dress and body. She grasped Jessica's hand in greeting, and her grip was both firm and gentle at the same time.
"You must be Jessica," she started, and even her rich, dark voice shared the confidence of her motions. "I'm Darla. Alan told me your story after he finished last night, I can absolutely understand. Men can be so up-tight when it comes to sex, and when it comes to understanding the attraction of the kinkier stuff they're stubborn like mules. You certainly don't want to land yourself with a vanilla bore when you've got so much more to experience."
This came somewhat fast for Jessica, still somewhat distracted by Darla's grip which showed no sign of letting go, so she settled for, "uh, Alan?"
"6'2, blond hair, pecs like Adonis? Tends bar in the evenings."
"Ah, right, yeah." Jessica couldn't believe that she'd forgotten his name. Had she even asked him? "I, uh, don't think I noticed his pecs."
"Oh you should, he's quite…" Darla's eyes rolled upwards and her lips pursed. It was only this break of eye contact that let Jessica realise how intently Darla had been looking at her. "Ooh yeah, he's… Well let's just say he's one of the good ones. And as kinky as they come." This was accompanied by a mischievous grin and a return to the intent staring. Jessica was acutely aware that her hand was still being held quite firmly between them, and Darla was far closer than any normal notion of personal space might allow. She'd never given much consideration to how sexy a woman could be, other than when dressing to impress Todd, but being so close to this woman was stirring unusual notions in her head. The sheer presence and intensity of Darla's presence, amplified by her closeness, was quickly stripping her of the embarrassment that had plagued her in the elevator.
Before she had a chance to say anything further, Darla continued. "So, since you've been denied life's little pleasures for so long, are you ready for a little bit of kinky fun?"
Jessica hadn't come this far by letting her head make reasoned and thoughtful decisions. A gleeful grin spread across her face, and she nodded vigorously.
"Good," Darla smiled, a deep and knowing smile, "then let's get you dressed in some more appropriate attire." The firm grip on the hand was quickly turned into Darla leading her through a door at the rear of the room, and into a long red corridor filled with doors. "Here's our wardrobe, I'm sure you'll find something suitable. Just remember, no conservative dressing. Conservative Jessica was left in the elevator. I want to see sexy, and I want to see kinky. I'll be back in half an hour, and if I don't like what I see, then I'll be stripping you off and dressing you myself."
From the stern look on her face at this last, Jessica could only nod as she was ushered into the room. Darla's face quickly relaxed back into a wide smile as she closed the door behind Jessica, leaving her to adjust to her new surroundings.
Dressing for Pleasure The first thing she became aware of was the smell, it took her a little while to place, but the unmistakable scent of rubber was thick in the room. Sure enough, the room was lined with rack after rack of hanging clothes, all with the glisteningly dull look of unpolished rubber. It was fairly hard to tell what any of them actually looked like; as Jessica browsed over the racks and pulled interesting looking items out to inspect, often she had to hold it up against her body to understand how it might look on a person. Many of them just seemed to be jumbles of straps and buckles, with no discernible shape to them.
It didn't take her too long to get some idea of the organisation though, this rack with strappy things, that rack with catsuits, another with dresses. Whilst a lot of the items were black, there was a fair amount of reds, blues, whites, hot pinks and transparent looking things. But the range of different styles was so overwhelming she didn't know where to start. Walking around she caught a glimpse of herself in one of several full length mirrors dotted around the room. The sight of her plain white shirt, loosely fitting but open quite deeply to reveal a flash of white lacey bra; an hour ago she would have thought that was quite provocative. Looking around the room now she realised just how conservative it really was.
That thought sparked a wave of defiance in her: that was the old Jessica, Todd's Jessica, and she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it to the floor. The skirt followed swiftly, and her flats and hose. She paused briefly at just the bra and panties, but a second look into the mirror was enough to convince her. This place, this wonderfully kinky place, had no room for plain white panties and a mildly lacy bra. Soon there was just new Jessica, naked as the day she was born. Now she saw the body she had always been so proud of. Firm, pert breasts; a flat stomach; a rear that, while not tiny, was at least firm and rounded; lastly her long, toned legs. She looked long and deep at her body, and felt for the first time in a long while a sense of satisfaction. No more worrying about Todd, or her life. She'd put a lot of effort into looking this good, and it was time to enjoy it.
This reverie was broken soon enough when she realised she had no idea how much time had passed already. Darla might be back any minute, and here she was, naked as a jaybird, admiring herself. Time to make some decisions. She quickly decided that red was the colour for her. Catsuits and dresses were discounted because she was worried they'd be "too conservative"; she wasn't confident she could figure out any of the strappy things in time or even at all, and she didn't want to have Darla come back to find her wearing something sideways or back-to-front. That narrowed down the field enough that she could pick out a few potentials.
After some pondering, she settled on a deep cut bustier which the hanger claimed to be the right size and a frilly looking pair of panties. Around the sides of the room were various low shelves with shoes and boots of all sorts, as long as you didn't mind heels at least several inches tall. From these she selected a pair of bright red pumps with 3 inch heels and little buckling straps for around her ankles.
She was definitely worried about time now, especially when she started to put on the bustier. The rubbery latex felt strange to her, not like normal clothes, and it caught and grabbed at her skin. She remembered reading something about this though – talcum powder? A quick hunt around the edges of the room revealed a small shelf with bottles of talc and other substances that she didn't pay much attention to. With the talc, the process was easier, but even then it seemed like it was far too small. She went back to the hanger to double check the size, but she had it right the first time.
With a bit of effort and stretching (she found it amazing how much give the latex had), she finally had the top in place. Looking in the mirror she realised the small size was doing incredible things to her bosom; the latex hugged her like a second skin and pushed her breasts close together, they looked like they were about to pop out and make a break for it.
The panties were a much easier proposition, except for one minor flaw – now she was putting them on, she realised they weren't panties at all, but were actually just an incredibly short skirt. She'd assumed from the look of the thing that there was a crotch under there somewhere, but it was really just a waistband. The pleated section flared out like a cheerleader's uniform, when she'd pulled them up and over her hips, she turned around to check them in the mirror. The skirt flared out as she turned, clearly exposing her crotch to view, but when she stopped moving, it returned to hanging down enough to cover her modesty. Well, she thought, at least Darla can't accuse me of being conservative, if I'm not wearing any knickers!
Lastly Jessica stepped up and into the shoes, and as she was buckling them the door opened and Darla stepped in. Jessica quickly straightened up, all too aware that the short skirt probably didn't hide her rear when she was bent over.
Polish is Important "Well then, let me see what you've come up with!" Jessica carefully turned to face Darla, conscious that she was wearing far higher heels than she was used to walking in. The appreciative look on Darla's face remained as she slowly looked Jessica up and down, and walked around her to get a better look. Jessica held her hands behind her back and let herself be judged, looking straight ahead at a mirror. Then without seeming to cover the intervening distance, Darla was suddenly right behind her. With the heels, they were roughly the same height, so Darla's head appearing right over her shoulder in the mirror was a little unsettling. Reaching round, Darla's finger traced a line down the bustier and over her nipple.
"And what's this? Talc everywhere? That just won't do." Darla moved past her, to the shelf with the talc, and retrieved a spray bottle and something which looked like a fluffy cloth. Returning to behind her motionless fashion model, she sprayed the bottle's contents onto the cloth and started caressing Jessica's back with the cloth. For her part, Jessica tried to stand still, even when the cloth was particularly ticklish. Stepping in close behind her again, Darla reached over her shoulder and began buffing the front of the top. Her hands were pressed against her back by the front of Darla's leather-clad body, but she didn't want to move them and break the spell.
Darla's wandering hands pushed down onto her breasts, both wiping off the talc and massaging them at the same time. The closeness and sensations were making Jessica breath faster and harder, and she closed her eyes to lose herself in the feeling. This continued for, Jessica was sure, far longer than was actually needed, but she certainly wasn't going to complain.
Jessica Visits The Thirteenth Floor · Part 1 (1/2)
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