|·._.·´¯ ✨ The Adventures of Abigail in the Rubber Institute ✨ ¯`·._.·| (AbbeyChase x HotNSpicy)

[AbbeyChase]

Abigail stood there in the change room, barely believing the new job she was undertaking, but the money was just too good and ever since her temp job playing "Rubber Woman" at the local "House of Horrors", Abigail had grown fond of latex and rubber. Not truly an addict yet, but definitely enjoying it. But this new job was a whole new level, and never in her life would she have ever imagined finding herself here, getting ready to become a high priced latex fetish escort, a rubber whore, for people willing to pay top dollars to enjoy a myriad of various scenarios with Abigail, all enclosed in latex.

Abigail knew she'd be safe, she had signed up to be a "total enclosure" latex fetish doll, always totally enclosed in latex from head to toe. No matter what scenario she would find herself in, she knew she'd be wearing a total enclosure latex catsuit, with attached socks, attached gloves, and attached open face hood, and a full face latex hood over her already hooded catsuit. In a way, the anonymity the full face latex hood gave her was part of the deal, this way she could do this job and no one would recognize her later on, this way once she'd be done with this kinky rubber world and went on with her career, she would feel somewhat safe about her past not catching up with her. Well that and the latex catsuits were all "condom catsuits", so she knew sex would always be safe.

Obviously, the type of clientele interested in this sort of stuff was very niche, but they were also willing to pay a lot of money. At $3,000 for just a few hours of work, Abigail just could not say no. The money she would make here would not only pay for her expensive University tuition, but for her rent, clothing, makeup, even some trips... She'd be able to finish her degree in marine biology without any debt, and probably with a lot of money saved in the bank...

So here she was, staring at the black latex catsuit she was asked to put on. She wasn't sure what the scenario would be yet, she was just putting on base layer. She knew she might be asked to add additional layers of latex afterwards, like a latex maid uniform, or latex nurse, or latex secretary, or.... whatever the customer wanted. She didn't even know who the customer was....

The latex catsuit was custom fitted for her. It was total enclosure, with attached socks, attached gloves and an attached open face hood. The catsuit had no zippers, and cleverly hidden between the legs were two barely perceptible pin prick holes, behind each of which hid two small pieces of super thin and super stretchy latex that was seamlessly integrated with the catsuit, and the little patches would stretch and mold around anything that pushed into Abigail's vagina or ass, thus acting as on-demand latex condoms. And given that the catsuit was entirely made of Duratex latex, she knew none of it would rip or tear, that there were no risks of accidental pregnancies, or STD's....

Abigail was already used to squeezing herself into tight latex catsuit because of her previous job. With a little bit of Compound 7 to help her in, it would take her less than five minutes to end up fully rubberized from head to toe. Add to that the full face latex hood and she was ready. She'd look at herself in the mirror and staring back at her was this utterly enthralling 5'10" vision of latex beauty. The flat fronted latex catsuit pressed her perfect round F cup breasts against her chest, flattening them a bit, but for the most part the thin latex simply molded itself around her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her nipples, her belly button, a hint of her femininity, the depths between her perfect buttocks, she simply looked incredible. And without a bra, the catsuit did little to dull the bounce in her perfect breasts. She'd look at her long slender feminine fingers, now sheathed in the gloves that are part of the catsuit. wiggling them around a bit since she enjoyed the feeling of wearing latex gloves.

After admiring herself in the mirror and putting on a brave face to hide her nervousness and hesitation, she'd step out of the change room, expecting to find 'The Madam', the owner of the Rubber Institute, and find out what her first 'gig' was.