Bill knocked on the door and stepped back as he was always taught to do by his very proper mother.
Mrs. Philips answered the door, “why William, how lovely to see you, do step inside, Jay is just getting ready”.
“These are for you”, Bill handed her a bunch of chrysanthemums.
“Ooooh, how delightful”, she squealed, “Jay found a perfect gentlemen in you”.
Jay stood in front of the mirror. He was wearing his PVC jeans again, but trying to decide how to complete the outfit.
Bill poked his head around the door, “You look lovely”, he said.
“Thanks said Jay, but how to finish the look?”, he looked Bill over, “love the PVC jeans in red and the burgundy PVC trench coat is super”.
“The trousers are real leather, here have a feel”, Jay obliged with a saucy squeeze of his friend’s thigh, “but the coat is PVC as you guessed. I’m a bit worried for its safety, you know after what happened last time at the club”.
Jay replied, “I know, I’m trying to work out what I can wear that is not my black shiny trench coat. If Todd is there, and sees either of us in black PVC raincoats, he will assume it is his and try to steal it back”.
“You’ll need to wrap up warm darling, and it needs to be festive, do you have anything like that?”, replied Bill.
Bill stepped in to Jay’s bedroom fully and started to look through his wardrobe, that made Jay a bit uncomfortable, “I’ll just wear this”, he snapped, holding up a brown corduroy jacket.
“Yuck! No boyfriend of mine is going out looking like his own grandad, let me see what you have in here”.
Jay was taken aback at being called ‘boyfriend’, it felt right and he so wanted it, but at the same time, deep down, he still felt guilty at not living up to society norms.
“My my, what have we here?”, it was too late to stop him, Bill had found the livelier end of the wardrobe rail and was intrigued, puzzled, and a tad turned on, as he held up the glass-clear plastic suit.
“What on earth could this thing doing in there?”
Jay felt ashamed. Leather, latex and PVC were excepted in the club on the more extrovert members, but this was a whole different thing.
Bill hung it back up and skipped over the other rails of plastic clothing, he could see the embarrassment in his friend’s eyes and wasn’t sure what he should say right now, so he said nothing.
“Wow, this is gorgeous”, he held up a long black leather coat. It was very heavy, lined in a green satin, and was a similar design to the one’s worn in the matrix, but not as shiny, “very classy”.
“That is the single most expensive item of clothing I have ever bought, I will not risk Todd stealing it and in any case it’s not very festive”, Jay was relieved that Bill was silent on the topic of his beloved plastic-wear collection.
“But this might just do the trick”, Bill pulled out a bright red PVC biker-style jacket. It had lots of buckles and stud buttons, “you could keep this on all night in the club so no chance anyone would make off with it”, Bill said.
Jay slipped it on, the contrast of shiny red and slightly less shiny black jeans was an interesting look, “I’m not sure this is right for me”.
“That darling is because you have not seen what magic I will do with your hair and a touch of makeup”, he held his friend by the chin and moved his head slightly to each side, “a most gorgeous canvas to work with”.
Outside was dark and cool with a flurry of snow just starting. The couple darted down the drive towards Bill’s car, thankful of the instant warmth afforded by the fact that the engine was not yet stone cold, having stood quite a while patiently as the couple readied themselves.
Jay popped down the sun visor in front of him, hoping to find a mirror in the unfamiliar surroundings of the Volvo. He marvelled again at how Bill had sculpted a look that was dramatic, but not in your face. With his DM boots his whole look lacked any femininity which Jay did not think possible, having always associated makeup with women.
Bill was quietly turned on by the lovely creature he had created, proud of his own ability, he was happy for his boyfriend to be whatever he wanted to be, but preferred a more masculine look than when they had first met, if he was entirely honest.
Bill parked at the bottom of the multi-storey car park as close to the street that led to the club as he could. The pair darted out into the cool night, snow having turned to sleet, it stung their faces as they’d battled to keep the wind from their recently perfected looks. The two friendly bouncers on the front door were suitably dressed for the weather, both wearing vintage yellow PVC macs, done up all the way and with belts firmly in place to keep the weather at bay, all topped off with a matching sou’wester. Luckily leather and PVC kept Jay and Bill both dry, but as they entered the foyer they agreed that a trip to the gents was needed to try to patch up the damage inflicted by the weather.
Being a full-time gay establishment meant that the toilets were nicely kept with ample room and facilities to freshen up. A far cry from the smelly and dingy places usually afforded to men. Jay helped Bill and vice versa and they were nearly ready to leave when they heard a noise from one of the cubicles.
“Hello? Are you ok in there?”, Jay approached the door and lowered his voice, “can we help?”
“Go away, nobody can help, it’s a disaster, my life is a disaster, leave me alone”, came an angry reply.
“Is that you Todd?”, Jay recognised the voice, “it’s me, Jay, come on mate let me help”, despite all that Todd had said, Jay was not one to hold a grudge, especially with someone in need.
“Look fuck off Jaybird, nobody wants your help”,
“Leave the prick”, said Bill, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder to guide him away, “he’s clearly not so bad that he can’t throw insults”.
But Jay was determined not to leave Todd in his current state, however nasty he was, Jay always believed in treating people as you want them to treat you even if they are not playing the same game.
Bill stood right next to his friend, making sure Jay’s bare hand rubbed against his shiny PVC coat and groped his black PVC covered bottom in an attempt to distract him, but it wasn’t working.
“I’m going to get a drink, see when you have finished with this loser”, Bill said in an annoyed voice, the left the room slamming the door as he went.
“Todd, come on let me help you”, Jay said in a soft voice. There was no response, but Jay waited patiently.
The club was buzzing as Bill approached the bar and ordered a rum and coke, “Hold the rum as I am driving tonight”, he told the barman.
“First soft drink is free to designated drivers”, replied the tall, thin, man.
“But God knows I could do with alcohol right now”, Bill said in a terse way as he accepted the glass of coke.
“Having a bad night are we William?”
Bill was aware of someone next to him, and saw the see-through red plastic covered arm of Vicky Voluptuous before he fully clocked her presence.
“I’ll have a JD on the rocks Dave, if you please, oh maybe make that a double”, she said, sitting herself down next to Bill so close that their shiny raincoats touched, “tell me William, what would drive you to drink if you weren’t so goody-two-shoes about being the driver?”
“Your sodding boyfriend is being an arse in the toilets and Jay is trying to help him”, Bill replied, looking straight forward and turning his glass in his hands.
“If you mean Todd, he’s not my BF, and he’s always being an arse about something or other. I prefer a strong man who stays cool and knows exactly what he wants, if you know what I mean dearest William”, she pressed herself against him causing her plastic mac to crackle as she moved, and placed her hand on his.
Bill remained looking directly forward, trying not to react to this obvious come on, but there was a heady smell of latex and plastic emanating from Vicky which was strangely turning him on.
Bill considered himself fairly neutral when it came to fetish clothing. He wore leather and cotton backed PVC because that got him attention from other men, but it never really did anything for him when he was an alone. Rubber was sexy to look at but he wasn’t keen on it up close and he positively hated a strong plastic smell. Why then was his body reacting to Vicky? Was it because he found those naughty plastic clothes in Jay’s wardrobe and was associating it with the man he liked?
Jay tried one more time, “look, I get it, if you don’t want to talk I’ll go, but just remember I’m here if you need me”.
He waited a few seconds, then turned to leave. The latch of the toilet cubicle clicked and the door creaked open slowly.
Todd was wearing a new black PVC trench coat. His face was a mess of smeared makeup and for some reason his legs and feet were bare.
“Why?”, said Todd in a quiet voice.
“Why what?”, replied Jay.
“Why are you being nice to me, I haven’t exactly been nice to you have I?”
Jay grabbed a ball of cotton wool from a box on the side and dipped it in warm water. He stepped forward and started to clean Todd’s face, “we can’t have you going on stage like that, let’s get you sorted and maybe you can tell me what this is all about?”
Todd did not resist Jay, and he closed his eyes to allow the smeared eye shadow to be removed.
Several dirty cotton wool balls lay on the side after Jay had finished, “there, all sorted”, he said.
Todd did not open his eyes or say anything, he was revelling in the comfort of the kind attention after such a harrowing experience earlier, unaware of the unintended effect on his body.
“Todd, you might want to put that away”, Jay said.
Todd opened his eyes and realised that his manhood had reacted and found its way out between the front of his PVC mac, and was now proudly stiff as a board and pointing directly at Jay.
Jay smiled, “is someone pleased to see me?”
Todd hurriedly pushed his dick back under the folds of soft PVC, embarrassed as heck yet again tonight.
Bill sat at a table with Vicky next to him. He felt conflicted as Victor, her real name, was being so charming and at the same time Jay was such a twat but he couldn’t help feeling that he ought to be checking on his friend right now, and not sitting here, failing to stop Vic from running his hand over his leather clad thigh.
“I love this red leather, so sexy”, said Victor.
To top it all Bill had the pert arse of a waiter moving close to his face as he attended to the adjacent table. The super shiny red latex tight-fitting leggings being worn as Christmas uniforms by both waitresses and waiters were both festive and super sexy.
“I’m loving the combination of the dark red coat and faux leather jeans darling”, Vic complimented Bill.
“They are not fake, they are real leather”, he replied with a touch of annoyance in his voice as having to correct someone else.
Vic ran his hand dangerously close to Bill’s crotch, “well they are utterly gorgeous darling, just like you”.
Bill was momentarily distracted by two curvy girls on a nearby table. One was talking, while looking down into an almost empty glass, playing with the remnants of its contents with the end of a straw. The other girl was clearly paying no attention, mesmerised by the butt of a waitress almost pressing shiny red latex into her face, “is there no loyalty here?”, he thought to himself, “is everyone just trying to get into the pants of everyone else?”
Vic’s hand was now fully on Bill’s crotch and his fingers toyed naughtily with the fly zip, “I’m about to go on, but it’s only five minutes, when I’m done I think we should go to this place I know out back and do it”.
“It?”, enquired Bill, trying to to play cool and not succumb to Vic’s advances.
“Yes darling, wild and rough IT”, he allowed the open front of his red plastic raincoat to envelop Bill’s face as he stood up, “I’ll be back soon, and he deliberately pressed his hand between Bill’s legs to feel the rising interest that gave the game away”.
Victor had left the majority of his second Jack Daniel’s, so Bill downed it in one. The warmth hit his brain almost instantly, but alas it also had the effect of lowering his resistance to Vic’s charms.
“Sorry for being a bitch Jay”, said Todd, “I don’t know why I do it, come out with nasty comments when I like someone, it’s silly I know. Can you forgive me?”
“Like someone?”, replied Jay.
“When I saw you at work I thought you were yet another sexy straight guy. All macho and unavailable, I think I use snide comments as a defence mechanism”.
Jay was taken aback and confused. He had Bill now, and he was happy, this new development threw everything in the air.
He decided to deflect the topic for now, “tell me what happened to you?”
Vicky Voluptuous was a hit, but during her performance Bill noticed that she was shooting him looks whenever the opportunity arose. She told a joke about a man who sounded a lot like Bill, and what she wanted to do to him in a dark alley.
“Another double rum Dave, please”, Bill was now leaning against the bar, his mind descending into a pleasant fog.
“What happened to the designated driver?”
“Fuck him!”, Bill replied as he words were drowned out by roars of appreciation as Vicky finished her short act, and immediately skipped off the small stage and headed in Bill’s direction.
“Bloody bastard Victor. He’s a con man”, said Todd with an angry voice.
“Who’s Victor?”, asked Jay.
“Vicky fucking Velociraptor, that’s fucking who”, Todd’s fists clenched in rage.
“What has he, errr she, done?”
Todd held his head in shame and didn’t reply for a while, then his voice was low and broken, “I thought we were an item. He seemed so genuine. He told me his mother was ill with a rare disease and needed money for private treatment as the NHS wouldn’t cover the cost. I said I didn’t have much money, but I could lay my hands on £5,000 in a few days. He seemed angry and pushed me saying it was urgent, so I got suspicious and tried to break it off. That was last week”, he paused for a moment and Jay waited.
“Tonight he came and apologised, said he had raised the money and wanted to patch things up. He bought me a few drinks and I got quite drunk, then he suggested we go to the back of the covered alley to fool around. It was fun and one thing led to another and I found myself naked and being seduced by Victor and his sodding sexy plastic mac on my bare skin. Then two girls turned up and started to join in. It was kinky as they seemed to be in to each other - one was wearing a shiny black latex catsuit and the other a very shiny nylon TKO maroon tracksuit. They played with my dick as they got off with each other and for a short while I didn’t notice Victor had moved away and was filming on his phone. I thought that seemed quite sexy and I guessed he got off on watching, but”, he fell silent again. He pulled his PVC trench coat tight around himself, folding his arms across his front as if protecting himself from some unseen threat.
“He said he was going to blackmail me with the video. He said he knew where I worked and would send it to my boss. He said he would ruin me unless I gave him £20,000”, another pause, “I don’t have that kind of money. I grabbed my raincoat and ran in here, I guess my other clothes might still be in the alley.
“Weren’t you cold out there?”, Jay asked, trying to deflect from the negativity for a moment.
“A bit, but there is a big fan from the kitchens blowing out warm air, I think it is a favourite spot for Victor to enact his dastardly plans. I wonder how many men have been caught out”.
“It’s not a lot of money in the grand scheme of things. I’ve managed to raise most of it, but I just need the final £50K and she can get her treatment. I don’t suppose you could loan me some cash, just for a while, I’d pay it all back”, Vicky was leaning in hard to Bill as he struggled not to fall off the bar stool, her hand was on the small of his back with fingers playfully slipping under the waistband of his leather jeans.
There were a few drops of rum in his glass, and Bill knocked them back, “another please my sexy Dave”.
“I think you need to take a rest Bill, you have already had far too much”, the barman replied.
“I agree with Dave, you need to clear your head, just have a soft drink”, Vicky interjected, “can I have a coke for Bill and I’ll have a double Jack Daniel’s please?”, she leant forward and her hand slipped fully down Bills trousers far too far and she touched him very intimately”.
Dave eyed her suspiciously but poured the drinks anyway.
“Let’s go and find a comfy place to sit and chat”, said Victor, retrieving his hand and picking up both drinks.
Bill felt woozy and was thankful of the red velour bench seat in the booth over in a quieter area away from the stage. He went to pick up the coke, but Vicky swapped it for the JD. Bill thought he smiled in appreciation as he took a sip, but to be honest at that point he had no idea what the muscles in his face were doing.
“Now, about the money you wanted to help me with”, Vicky schmoozed.
Bill screwed his face up as if trying to access a distant memory, “my financial anniversary, um, adiversary, tsh, advisory, financial chap warned me that people would want”, he stopped.
Victor wait then in a terse voice said, “what? What did they warn you?”
“Warn me about what”, Bill replied in a confused state, “oh yes, not to let on about all my money or they might, um, might try to, um, you know”, another pause, “take it.”
Victor’s eyes lit up at the thought that Bill might be loaded, suddenly changing tack, “of course if you loaned me the money for my mother’s treatment I would pay you back with handsome interest. In fact, for only my closest friends, I can introduce you to the investment of a lifetime guaranteed to return 22%”.
“Sounds super but no”, Bill replied, “I leave all that stuff up to my financial thingy”.
Bill was vaguely aware that Victor had moved next to him on the bench seat but didn’t notice that the comic drag queen had lifted his phone from the pocket of his maroon mac and put it on the table.
“Let me introduce my investment opportunity to your financial advisor so it is all strictly above board, but for now maybe you could help a little with my mum’s situation?”, he slid Bill’s mobile right in front of him, “I can give you my account details to make a transfer now.”
Bill stared at the phone, “nope, I need Rupert to approve that sort of thing, nope, nopety nope, maybe tomorrow morning?”
Victor knew he didn’t stand a chance once Bill was sober and especially if he wanted fucking Rupert involved, assuming that was the financial advisor, “look let’s forget all about that silly stuff, let’s talk about us”, he pushed his hand forcefully down the front of Bills jeans and grabbed his manhood, “oh wow, you turn me on William”, and he grabbed Bills hand with his free one, pushed it past the open front of his plastic mac and placed it firmly on top of his own latex covered crotch, “can you feel how horny you make me feel?”
“Let’s go and see if we can find your clothes, then we need to find Victor and sort this out”, said Jay forcefully.
“Oh you are a love, but how do we sort him out, he has the evidence”, Todd replied.
“No idea, but we’ll think of something”, Jay said as he turned to leave, but Todd lurched forward and gave him a big hug, “thank you”, Jay felt a bit awkward but thought that comforting Todd was the right thing to do, so hugged him back in a manly way that was not at all gay.
“I need you William and I think you want me, let’s go to a quiet place and have a little bit of fun”, he gave Bill’s dick a playful squeeze. Unseen, Victor texted one of the girls, “5 mins alley. £50 extra for maximum humiliation”.
Bill stood as best he could and stumbled into Vicky, planting his face right into her plastic clad chest, and taking the opportunity to grope her butt cheek, and slipped his hand forward to see if he could get into the front of he shiny bleach latex shorts, “all in good time William, you can have this and so much more”, and Victor pushed his hand aside as he helped Bill to straighten himself.
Todd and Jay had recovered a couple of items of clothing as they searched the dim alley, Jay came across a pair of clear plastic briefs which Todd vehemently denied being his, so Jay slid them into his red PVC jacket pocket for safe keeping, secretly wishing they were his friends and imagining his throbbing manhood trapped under their delicious see through naughtiness.
Suddenly they heard a door open and voices in th alley, “quick, hide”, said Jay, and the couple ducked down behind some bins.
A big rat scurried from its hiding place. Todd was aware of his exposed tackle under the PVC mac just at the right position for being mistaken for a juicy sausage by a passing rodent, “pass me those pants you just found, I need a bit of protection here”, he whispered to Jay.
Jay missed the arrival of Bill and Victor as he was watching Todd crouched down with his PVC raincoat open, struggling the panties on, and was annoyed that the final act of enclosing his dick in the shiny underwear was obscured by shadows, but nonetheless, knowing Todd had them on was making his own manhood into concrete.
Jay took out his phone and shielded the screen from view, tapping as quietly as he could through the camera options in search for the lowest light one. Bingo!
He peered over the rubbish bin, trying not to dislodge anything as he did so, then raised his phone and tapped the record button, wincing at the low beep it made to signal the event. Luckily he was not detected.
Victor had Bill pushed up against the wall fondling his body and kissing him passionately. Bill seemed to be reciprocating but his movements were less precise as he stumbled in his drunken state. Soon his beloved leather jeans were off and lying discarded in a damp puddle. Earlier events with Todd were playing out again and Todd winced, knowing what was about to happen, “we have to stop him”, he whispered.
“No”, replied Jay, “we need to get counter evidence”.
Soon Bill was fully naked, whilst Victor remained clothed pressing his plastic mac against his victim while working a finger into his exposed arse. The door opened again, but Victor took no notice, expecting his accomplices to join him.
The girls were dressed in their latex catsuit and TKO shiny nylon tracksuit as before, both with black eye masks to hide their identities.
“What have you got for our friend ladies”, Victor asked, all the time keeping Bill occupied.
The girl in shiny nylon held up a pink see-through plastic baby doll nightie and handed it to Victor, who carefully slipped it over Bill’s head and eased his arms through the sleeves, while the girl dressed in latex gripped Bill’s dick and the other girl ran her fingers around the rim of his butt hole playfully. Soon Bill was dressed and time for Victor to back off and start his own little recording session, leaving Bill at the mercy of Tania and Jane, who slipped a matching pink plastic baby bonnet on her victim’s head while Tania put a drug laced adult baby dummy in Bills mouth. Definitely humiliating.
“Time to intervene?”, Todd asked quietly.
“Not yet, we need to capture Victor trying to blackmail Bill”, hissed Jay.
“I have a plan, keep recording”, said Todd as he stood up and walked forward, relieved that his knees could be straight again and quickly closed his PVC trench coat before appearing from the shadows.
Victor was taken aback, but didn’t stop recording, “what are you doing here?”
The girls seemed concerned and briefly stopped their administrations to Bill, who managed to spit out the dummy without reproach.
“Hello darling”, said Todd in his best inebriated voice, he stumbled forward to add to his act, “hello girlies”, he looked at Tania and Jane, deliberately ignoring Bill, “I want to finish our little get together, just all of us and my friend Mr. Jack Daniel’s”, he held up his empty hand dramatically as if holding a bottle then did a comic, “where the fuck did that go”, double-take.
“Go away Todd, you are very drunk”, Victor touched his phone to stop recording as he had enough evidence and didn’t want to have to edit out anything about to be said.
“Oh look, someone else has joined our party, are we going to blackmail him too?”, Todd said, pointing towards the pink shiny plastic clad adult baby leaning unsteadily against the wall.
Bill shook his head as if to try to rid himself of the alcoholic fog in his brain, “Vicky darling, what is he on about? Come here and let me suck your lovely dick you gorgeous man”, he pushed off from the wall and lunged unsteadily towards Victor.
Victor stepped back but Bill had already grasped the top of his black latex pants and pulled them down. The rubber dildo flopped out onto the dark wet ground, it quivered slightly in the dim light as if shot by some unseen hunter, then lay still.
Bill pulled harder on the black latex pants until Victor was fully exposed, “your not a Victor your a bloody girlie”, Bill’s brain was rapidly regaining cognition, but his body had not got the memo, and he stumbled, let go of the underwear and it snapped unceremoniously and painfully back.
Victor fell backwards and ended up lying on the damp ground, not protected by the plastic raincoat, which had flapped up as he went down leaving his back covered in dirty gravel.
“Spill the beans Victor, what’s going on”, said Todd, all of a sudden losing all pretence to drunkenness.
“Fuck off, this doesn’t change anything, I’ve got the evidence here and you had better pay up. In fact consider it doubled - you owe me £40K and you”, he pointed to Bill, “you will be digging really fucking deep into your bank account to keep this from going public”, he waved his phone, “and don’t think you can just take it and delete the videos, that are already uploaded to my cloud storage for safe keeping”.
“What’s with the fake dick?”, asked Todd, ignoring the threats.
“You poofs disgust me. Look how easy it is to seduce you and you never fucking suspect I am not one of you. You deserve to lose everything and I’m going to make sure you do”.
“Not so fast little ladies”, Jay had stepped out of the shadows as he noticed Tania and Jane trying to sneak away. He pulled off the blonde girl’s mask, and Todd realised what was happening and did likewise for the redhead.
Jay held up his phone, still recording, to ensure that their identities were captured for posterity, and evidence of course!
“I don’t think so Victor”, Jay had turned his attention to the woman sprawled on the ground. He held out a hand to help her up, and she stood, brushing bits of gravel from the back of her thighs.
“Well I suppose I might as well drop the pretence”, and she tugged at her tight latex top, bringing it down to reveal a fine set of boobs that were relieved not to be squashed under the rubber anymore.
“This still doesn’t change anything”, she protested.
“Caught everything in here”, Jay held up his phone, the full unedited version from the moment you entered the alley and seduced Bill, right up until… oh look it is still recording!”
“Fuck off”, she said, “I’m still going to release the videos and no amount of money will stop me now”.
“Surely a conman, um, conwoman, always wants money?”, said Todd.
“It’s not about the money, it never was, it’s about taking control”, Victor replied.
Bill had composed himself enough to struggle out of the plastic baby doll nightie and was staggering on one leg trying to re-dress.
“I guess that means we are not getting paid then?”, said Tania.
“No! Now piss off the pair of you”, hissed Victor.
“Just for the record, her name is Amanda Lovett”, Jane said into the direction of Victor as she and Tania left, “good luck getting her to cooperate”.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the covered alleyway; the girls had explained to security what had been going on, and Vernon was dispatched from front door duties to investigate. He cut an impressive figure in his shiny yellow raincoat, “I understand there has been some bother going on here?”, he said in a deep soft but firm voice.
“These men have been harassing me”, Amanda quickly jumped in, “be a darling and escort me back inside and ban them forever”.
Bill’s face turned to anger, but there was no need for him to respond, “that’s not the way I heard it”, said Vernon, “I think someone here needs to have an appointment with the local constabulary”.
“Wait a second”, interjected Jay, “isn’t that going a bit far? Why don’t we let Victor, um, Amanda, tell her version of things, but maybe inside where it is a bit warmer?”
Amanda immediately moved towards Jay and grabbed him by the arm, “thank you sweetie”, she said. Todd stepped forward and forcibly removed the red plastic clad arm from Jay, “you don’t fool us missy, we’ll hear you out but things are not looking good for you”.
Inside the club Vernon found the group a large enough table in a quieter area. Amanda was sat on a bench seat with the bouncer and Todd either side to ensure she couldn’t escape. Bill and Jay sat opposite.
After ordering a round of soft drinks for all from a handsome young waiter, Jay said, “explain yourself Amanda”.
The barista’s heart fluttered every time she saw him come in for his Americano and pastry. It wasn’t every morning, but fairly regularly. He just seemed such a gorgeous man and had such a sweet voice and kind way of speaking.
Carla had spotted the way the girl responded and, as manager and friend, was able to approve the plan.
“Gosh those are a lot shinier than I was expecting”, said Carla when Amanda had first come on shift.
Amanda was a bit worried she had gone too far, “well they are regulation black”.
“Damn girl, I would succumb to you in those if I was that way inclined”, Carla replied.
“They had better work as it took me about half an hour to struggle into them and I only hope to God that I don’t need to pee”.
“So you are sure he will come in?”, Carla asked.
“Pretty sure. I have never known him not to come in on a Wednesday”, Amanda replied.
As the staff busied themselves making drinks for the customers, Amanda’s extremely tight and shiny PVC leggings were the butt of every joke, especially as they made a zippy sound as she walked which rivalled the noisiest machine that Costa had.
Amanda squealed uncontrollably as the man entered the coffee shop and joined the queue, but luckily he didn’t notice.
Although all the staff had been poking fun at their colleague all morning, they were all good friends and rooting for Amanda. Friends or not, Tony had had to try to conceal the bulge in his trousers every time he spotted Amanda’s PVC clad arse or heard that extremely sexy sound as she moved. He was the only one that wasn’t so keen on Amanda meeting this bloke, but he still wanted the best for his friend.
Todd got to the front of the line and casually ordered his coffee and pastry. Amanda was a bag of nerves as she took the order and made the luke-warm beverage. After Todd had tapped his card and paid he went to pick up his items and leave, just then, and right on cue, Carla walked by and accidentally knocked the coffee, sending its contents flying, all over Todd.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry”, she lied, the plan was unfolding, “let me think, um, why don’t you go and sit over there, we’ll find something to clean you up and make you fresh coffee, I really am very sorry, I hope you don’t give us a bad review, I’ll make things right”.
Todd was a gentleman, “accidents happen, don’t worry, but I am quite soggy”.
Amanda was already making his replacement drink, “if you go and sit over there as my colleague suggests I’ll be right over”, she managed not to fluff her rehearsed lines.
Todd sat trying to pretend the soaking he got was not that bad.
Operation seduction was now in full swing. Amanda exited from behind the counter and started a slow walk with the tray to the table, chosen by the girls as being in direct line of sight from the counter with the chairs turned earlier to deliberately ensure that any occupant would be looking directly where needed.
Amanda was suddenly aware of the sound her leggings were making and wondered if she was being too tarty, but Carla had said men love this kind of thing.
Todd was gorgeous. They chatted effortlessly. He seemed clever, witty and open to topics other men might find boring. He had said only one vaguely weird thing, when she first walked over she was delighted that his first comment was to acknowledge the effort she had made with her wardrobe, “wow that is a fierce and confident look, love the leggings, I need to get me some of those”.
She assumed it was a cumbersome attempt to suggest he wanted her in them.
Carla walked over to enact the next part of the plan, “Amanda, we have supplies of spare new staff trousers in the office, why don’t you take this gentleman and see if you can find some that fit. I will be happy to get your trousers laundered a you can have free drink and pain au raisin when you come to collect them? The trousers are just plain black”.
Amanda’s heart was pounding as she led Todd into the office, consciously trying to make her PVC leggings as noisy as possible now that she knew he seemed to approve. Although she was nervous, Amanda was a girl used to getting her own way in everything and deep down she hoped Todd had no chance of resistance as the door closed behind them.
Todd exited Costa with a quick, “thank you, must go, I’ll be late for work”, as he passed Carla wearing the clean trousers.
The manager finished serving the customer she was with, then excused herself to go to the office.
Amanda was in tears. Carla was surprised to see the girl naked from the waist down, the small document shredder was screaming in agony as Amanda fed the leg of the PVC leggings into its thin slot.
“Amanda, what the fuck?”, Carla said.
The shredder buzzed, stopped and the overheat light came on, with the top of the leggings still hanging out, having destroyed both legs entirely.
Amanda turned around, giving Carla a full front view of her shaved pussy, “fucking gay bastard”, is all she said, totally ignoring her nudity in front of the boss, her demeanour had changed to dark and angry.
There was a tap on the door, but before Carla could not stop them in time and Tony came in, “boss it’s getting really busy…”, he stopped talking and stared at Amanda’s naked pussy.
Carla didn’t know what to do, but tried ineffectively to stear the young man out.
“Oh yeah, fucking grow up Tony, all men are just lame twats, go on have a good look”, Amanda was losing her shit and grasped her tee-shirt and pulled it up over her head then in one quick motion, released her bra at the man.
“Take a good fucking look”, she pressed her boobs together and parted her legs in what ought to have been a very sexy manoeuvre, but her rage was clouding the mood. Carla finally managed to coerce Tony out of the room, his head was still pointing towards Amanda’s fully naked form when he finally had to admit defeat and leave.
Carla locked the door to prevent any further interruptions, possibly expected if Tony reported back to the others, who might try to sneak a peek!
Amanda sat down heavily is the large black faux leather office chair, he naked body caused air to be trapped and the chair to give off a loud farting noise.
Carla couldn’t help herself and sniggered, Amanda looked annoyed, but then admitted to seeing the funny side and laughed. Just for fun she stood and sat down heavily a couple of times, causing increasingly comic noises accompanied by a, “oh pardon me”.
Her nudity seemed not to bother her at all. It did bother Carla, but not in the way Amanda might have expected. Tony’s reaction to seeing the girl’s pussy when she parted her legs was about the same reaction that Carla had, but as the manager, she felt it was her duty to mange the situation professionally.
“Come on, get some clothes on and let’s get back to work”, she said, but clearly her attention to Amanda’s nudity was more obvious than she had intended.
Amanda screwed her face up, “oh don’t fucking tell me you want a piece of this action too”, she wiggled provocatively, “seems everyone wants me except the one fucking poof I want! Sodding typical”.
“Look get dressed”, Carla was doing up everything in her power to resist, “find some trousers in the cupboard and sort yourself out”.
Amanda huffed and went to the cupboard where Todd had found his trousers. She looked through the pile to see if they had her size, when she spotted something shining in the corner behind the other door. She delved in and pulled out something soft and slippery, “oh what do we have here?”
She slipped the red plastic mac on over her naked body, “there we go, all dressed and ready for work boss”, she swivelled round and gave a Marilyn Munro type of pouting kiss, “is this yours you kinky minx?”
Carla was really struggling to contain herself seeing Amanda’s bare skin through the see-through plastic and imagining what it would be like to fuck her right now on the office table.
“No idea”, Carla replied, “it was there when I took over”, which was a total lie, it was hers and she loved sneaking a private wear of it when nobody was around, but she didn’t want to admit it.
“Super, if it doesn’t belong to anyone I can have it?”.
Carla went back to the counter. Amanda followed few minutes later, properly dressed, but carrying her new favourite raincoat over her arm. This would go on to be an important part of Vicky’s costume once her plan to get back at Todd was in motion; something she had not yet conceived of.
Carla would come to hope to see Amanda in her plastic mac in work on rainy days, and would use her break time to look for a replacement for herself.
A look of realisation spread across Todd’s face as he listened to the story and tried to match the girl in front of him to the coffee shop incident all those weeks ago. Her plan was very clever, a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. No wonder he was rebuffed when he tried to touch between her legs with a gentle, “all in good time my love”.
“I don’t understand”, interjected Vernon, “are we calling the police or not?”
“Apart from Todd and your attempt at Bill, have you done this to anyone else Amanda?”, Jay asked, “be totally honest”.
“No”, was the reply.
“Then I think we can manage this between us’, said Jay, “first of all you are to delete all video evidence and show Vernon as an independent witness”.
“Fuck that”, said Todd angrily, “she tried to take all my money the bitch”.
“But she didn’t, seems to me like a crime of revenge passion”, said Jay.
Vernon smiled, “I’m happy to help, out. Maybe I need to check out Amanda more thoroughly, you know, make sure she’s telling the truth”.
“How do you propose to do that?”, Amanda said with an air or indignity.
“Well I could take you on a date and observe”, he replied.
“Are you hitting in me?”, Amanda said with even more indignity, then her voice softened, “I have always liked a man with big muscles and that shiny yellow raincoat is very becoming on you. Maybe a drink or two would be nice, but I couldn’t be sure to be a good girl if you were to come dressed like that”.
It was agreed to leave Amanda in Vernon’s capable hands, but Jay would not agree to delete the video he recorded in case Amanda tried it on again, but he agreed to keep it safe and private”.
Todd, Jay and Bill all had a stiff drink at the bar. Bill didn’t want to risk being caught driving after all the alcohol he had consumed earlier, so they agreed to share an Uber. Todd was now considered in the friend circle, and instead of one of them riding up front, all three squashed into the back of the Nissan Leaf, rubbing PVC outfits together and chatting about the night’s events.
The taxi reached Bill’s house first, “want to come in for a nightcap?”
“Don’t mind if I do”, Jay replied, and got out of the car and stood next to his friend.
Todd sat dejected in the back seat.
“Well?”, Bill said.
“Well what?”, replied Todd.
“Do you want to come in?”, Bill had a fake impatience in his voice.
“Really? But surely three’s a crowd, besides all those nasty things I said, I’m not sure…”, Todd replied.
“Poppycock, come on, you can try out my collection of single malt whisky’s”, Bill replied with some cheer in his voice.
The room was spacious with a modern, uncluttered, bachelor feel about it.
Jay and Todd walked in and sat down, not stopping to remove their macs. Bill was a bit surprised, so not wanting to be different, he left his burgundy PVC jacket on too, “coffee anyone?”
“Don’t mind if you have anything stronger, didn’t you mention single malt?”, said Todd.
Bill was only offering coffee to be polite and was pleased with the suggestion and the opportunity to show off his collection of Scotland’s finest whiskies. He walked in to the living room with a tray of bottles and three glasses, but was dismayed to see Jay with his hand in the front of Todd’s raincoat. Jay never could get the fact that Todd had to wear the plastic pants after failing to find his in the alley, and was desperate to investigate another man’s dick trapped in gorgeously soft see-through vinyl.
Todd smiled at Bill, “come and join us for some fun Bill, I’m keen to see what you what’s below those lovely leather trousers”.
“Oh yes do Bill”, said Jay, although they both knew perfectly well from earlier events.
“Are you sure I can’t interest you in a little see-through plastic baby-grow Bill”, taunted Todd.
“Oh sod of you gorgeous poof, now let’s get rat-arsed and have sex”, Bill replied.
The End