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VACATION in LATEX by cc & H.S.S. My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye My specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich and I'm good at it. Very good! My fee is a thousand dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work because my clients know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're rich and in a jam, come to my office... But not till I'm back from vacation! It was to be a real luxury vacation. My last case had been a real bitch - literally! - and now, I was ready to unwind... Ready, willing, and especially able, since my client - a lovely and quite wealthy young Englishwoman of the blonde persuasion -was so happy with the results, she'd thrown me a handsome bonus! Two weeks ago, I'd rescued Margot Egglemount from a rather difficult situation that she'd gotten into as a result of her submissive nature. It seemed she was a confirmed masochist with a bit of a spending problem and enough money to indulge both vices. Naturally, a woman with these weaknesses -- and attractive to boot -- had been easy prey for some rather unscrupulous loan sharks who weren't above using blackmail photos to guarantee payment! As I say, I got her out of that fix, and with her submissive nature she naturally looked up to me as her knight in shining armor and wanted to prolong the relationship a bit, so she'd offered me an all-expense-paid vacation... with her! Of course, I knew that sooner or later Margot would see that I wasn't the masterful type she envisioned, and she'd fall out of love with me pretty quickly. But this seemed like an enjoyable way of getting the point across! I settled back in the luxurious first class compartment of the jet and looked over at Margot as we neared the end of a flight that had taken us halfway around the World, to the kind of luxurious pleasure palace that can be found nowadays only in Bangkok! I first read about Si'in's years ago, in a travel brochure, but I certainly never thought I'd be able to afford it: An ultra-expensive hotel, with wide-open gambling, free-wheeling sex, accommodating employees carefully trained to give maximum service to the very wealthy, shops of every description, and a few very special pleasure features, for demanding clients -- And for the next two weeks, that was going to be me and Margot! I sighed pleasurably, just thinking about it. "Clinton Darling." Her soft voice broke in on my reverie. "I think that flight attendant is watching you again!" "I wouldn't be surprised." I smiled over at Margot, trying not to ogle, which wasn't easy considering her lovely face, lush form and expensive clothes. "She's probably trying to remember where she met me!" "Oh? Was she a client of yours?" "Not quite," I chuckled. "Her name is Nan Boros, and about a year ago, I took her thieving claws out of some very worried people!" "Oh dear." Margot wrinkled her pretty brow. "Do you think she's recognized you?" "Not likely!" Nan was, I remembered, a very dominant lesbian, who had a penchant for video-taping her lovemaking with various partners, then using those tapes to get whatever she wanted! In at least one case, she took one of her lovers - a debutante named Barbara - to a health club, and while the girl was in the shower, replaced her clothes with a cheap, revealing mini- skirt, tank-top, and high heels, all of bright, shiny red lycra! Then, while her unwilling victim searched the club for her, Nan went to Barbara's newly-purchased house, changed the locks on the doors, and simply moved in herself! With no money, no other clothes, frightened of Nan's incriminating photos, and no place to live, it looked like the girl would be reduced to living on the streets as a whore! But instead, she came to me. I had to chuckle again, as I remembered how completely I spoiled Nan's little racket. First I'd disguised myself as a woman, completely, with genuine breasts (the result of some temporary hormone shots) makeup, smooth skin, a fetching hair-style, and a false set of female privates glued over my crotch! Thus outfitted, I posed as a wealthy but naive lesbian and all but threw myself at Nan. She rose to the bait (me!) beautifully, but the whole time Nan thought she was trapping me, I was hooking her. I followed her to a secret office where she kept her videotapes, along with files on all her victims. Then I talked Nan into taking a trip with me, way out in the boonies, and once we were gone, I clued Barbara. She took it from there. Nan's tapes were completely destroyed. Then Barbara sold her house -- where Nan had moved in -- and disposed of all Nan's effects. When everything was ready, and I took over, tricking Nan out in an ultra- kinky fetish outfit that consisted of a tight latex corset and G-string, thigh-length rubber boots -- high-heeled and incredibly stiff --and a pair of hampering, shoulder-length black latex gloves, laced on so tight she'd need help to remove them ... and she wasn't getting any! She made quite a sight, hobbling about in the stiff, shiny rubber, breasts and butt jiggling with every awkward step -- especially when I coaxed her into a skin-tight latex discipline helmet that rendered her sightless and speechless! Once she was at my mercy, I got Nan into my car and drove into the City, to a kinky sex club. And that's where I dropped her off! I've often wondered how she got out of that place or what her reaction was when she got to "her" house and found a total stranger living there - - and all her things gone! Or perhaps she went to her office first, and found that cleaned out, too! Whatever the case, she was in no position to blackmail anyone again. I explained all this to Margot as we deplaned and waited for our luggage, and her eyes went wide with fascination. "Are you quite certain she hasn't recognized you, Clinton dear?" She wrinkled her pretty forehead as I retrieved her bags from the carousel and looked for my own. "It doesn't seem likely, under the circumstances," I reassured. "And even if she did, she'd scarcely be in a position to do anything about it." "Now where is my luggage?" **** Two hours later, we were comfortably settled in our room at Si'in's, enjoying warm showers in the oversize twin marble tubs. The airline had finally found my Luggage, offered profuse apologies, and chauffeured us to the super-plush hotel in the decadent heart of this oriental metropolis. There, our platinum cards opened all doors, as smiling, scantily-clad Eastern girls took our bags and escorted us across the Lobby. Now I'm pretty jaded, but I have to say that some of the sights on the way to our room raised even my eyebrows! It seemed there were women all over the place, in various costumes and - uh - accessories. Bondage was the dominant theme (no pun intended!') and as I looked at the shapely creatures hobbling about in different forms of restraint I realized that this place must be run by someone with a very active imagination! We finally reached our luxury suite, and the bellhops even offered to undress us! We smilingly refused, tipped them lavishly, and went about washing off the aches and wrinkles of the long flight. But when I emerged from the shower and opened my luggage, I found something wrong; they were my bags, all right, but those weren't my clothes in them -- instead, my luggage had been filled with latex apparel! Standing there nude in the plush bedroom, I gazed at the things in wonder: Latex boots, latex tights, corsets, gloves... even a latex discipline hood! Now how...? Just then, Margot came out of the Bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, drying her hair with a plush towel. "Something wrong, Darling?" She looked down at my luggage in surprise. "What's all this then?" Of course, it came to me almost immediately. "That flight attendant!" I sputtered. "Nan Boros! She must have recognized me, and..." "Arranged this little surprise?" Margot ran a delicate hand wonderingly over the profusion of soft rubber garments. "It would have been an extremely expensive stunt to pull, wouldn't it?" "And what has it got her?" I asked aloud. "I still have my traveling clothes, my credit cards... everything I need to replace my wardrobe." "Hmmm." Margot lifted a rubber corset. "But if it was she who'd pulled this, she must have known how little it would actually hurt you! So why...?" "Well," I decided, "we can worry about that later. Time now to get some dinner." Sighing a little with distaste, I picked up the clothing I'd worn on the flight. "Ugh." Margot wrinkled her nose. "The pants and shirt are all right - I guess - but those knickers and undershirt are just too soiled and smelly from the flight! Surely you're not going to wear those?" "Well," I considered, "I suppose I can do without, much as I hate not wearing underwear...." "You could wear mine!" she suggested brightly. "Unh-unh!" I shook my head firmly. "That scene is strictly for business! To tell you the truth, I've grown to hate women's undies. And even if I wanted to, your things are too small for me. No, I'll just...." And then I thought of the latex garments! Well it was worth checking out. Still nude, I sorted through the kinky things while Margot dressed, and found a pair of pink rubber briefs, and a matching T-shirt. I held them up to me, feeling the soft rubber across my nipples and privates. "You propose to wear those?" Margot raised an eyebrow. "Well, they look about my size, and they certainly seem better than flopping around without any!" "Perhaps." She giggled and shook her head dubiously. "But for a man who professes to despise lingerie..." She looked me up and down. I should mention, dear reader, that my body is almost totally hairless, except for my crotch and scalp, the result of frequently going in female disguise, often for long periods (and often unwillingly!) I blushed under Margot's amused smile, but my mind was made up; Kinky as these things were, they'd at least be preferable to borrowing hers! I had a bit of trouble pulling the tough rubber garments on at first, until Margot came up with something; "Here Darling." She proffered a plastic bottle. "Try some Cocoa-Butter!" The lotion made the rubber T-shirt glide sensuously across my sensitive nipples, sending involuntary thrills up my spine. But then, when I puffed on the tight pink rubber briefs, I discovered they had a plug in the seat! "What's that?" Dressing herself, Margot had almost missed seeing the addition inside my shorts - but not quite! "Er--nothing," I stammered, pulling them up quickly. Ooo! I adjusted the briefs as carefully as I could without drawing Margot's attention, and found that the plug slid between my oiled bottom-cheeks (making my ass rounded) but came nowhere near touching my delicate anus. It would do, I decided, at least until I could get to the shops downstairs and buy normal shorts, but from her half-hidden grin, I could tell Margot had noticed my problem... as well as my embarrassed attempts to hide it! And she had more bad news. "Shoes," she said. "We left ours outside the door to be shined, remember? I've plenty of spares, but you haven't any!" "Damn!" She was right I glanced enviously over at her assortment of stylish heels, then once again delved into my altered luggage and came up with a pair of black latex shoes and pink rubber stockings. "These will do, I guess," I said. "At least till I get new ones." The stockings were soft, and easily drawn up my smooth, slick legs clear to the tops of my thighs, but once I had them on, I found them uncomfortably tight and restrictive, making it bit difficult to bend my knees. The black latex shoes came next, and I discovered all at once that though they looked very normal, they actually had an uncomfortable pointed toe and a slightly raised heel! They buckled all the way past my ankles up to my calves, and though I was grateful that they hid the pink rubber stockings, they restricted my movements to a short, almost mincing gait, accentuated a bit by my rounder bottom. At this point l almost said to Hell with it and was about to take everything off, until I noticed that Margot was tapping her foot impatiently, and realized I was starving, tired from the trip, and really didn't have the strength or patience to change clothes again. Well, I told myself, it's just till I can get dinner and buy some things. So I pulled on my shirt and trousers over the rubber undies, picked up my room card, and we headed for the elevators. *** Downstairs, we made immediately for one of the luxurious restaurants on the vast ground floor, Margot subtly elegant in a stylish dress, and me swishing along in my latex shoes and stockings! I made a mental note of the clothing shops as we passed them. Margot was anxious to get to the gambling tables, but I warned her about the possibility of sudden jet-lag and cautioned her to get something to eat first, so she reluctantly accompanied me. But once in the restaurant, I made a disturbing discovery! As I sat down in a polished teak chair, the rubber plug in my latex briefs was pushed further up between my oiled ass-cheeks by the solid seat, until it tickled my anus! My eyes went wide, I squirmed uncontrollably (which made my rubber undershirt stroke across my thrusting nippiest) and gave a surprised squeal, which caused the scantily-clad waitress to scamper over and smilingly inquire if I needed anything! Margot giggled and I blushed uncontrollably, feeling as if everyone in the room must know what was happening to me! I stammered out a request for water and tried to study the menu, despite Margot's amused comments: "And here I thought I was the kinky one!" she tittered. "There you are, sitting unnoticed in the middle of a posh restaurant, blending right in with the elegantly-dressed ladies and gentlemen all around, yet under those clothes, you're encased in tight rubber and getting a terrible teasing from your own shorts!" "I've changed my mind about dinner," I stammered, positively giddy from embarrassment, "l-uh think I'll just go ahead to the men's clothing--" "Unh-unh, Darling!" Margot grinned and shook her head naughtily. "When I wanted to go straight to the gambling tables, you insisted on dinner before anything else, and I'm holding you to it!" "But Margot!" I protested. "Dinner," she said firmly. "Unless you want me to tell everyone here about your kinky undies!" Well, I didn't think she'd really do that, but I reflected that we were vacationing together, after all, with Margot paying most of the bills, so I somehow managed to control my giddiness and fill my famished frame with a delicious oriental dinner, while trying my best to ignore her teasing. What with my tight undergarments and the swelling food in me, I was a bit uncomfortable by the time we finished and Margot headed for the tables while I made my mincing way back out to the shops. They were closed! I checked my watch and silently cursed myself for not resetting the time. Well, I thought, I can always get back tomorrow. Might as well find Margot and tell her I'm heading back to our Room. But on my way to the tables, I passed one of the three nightclubs in the hotel, and my eye was immediately caught by the floor show... One of the most famous features of Si'in's is the erotic entertainment, and as I entered the bar and watched, I could understand why! Exotic women of every race were out there on the floor, moving about sensuously, in a variety of outfits. There was a tall negress in flowing silks, a soft blonde in leather boots and corset, a stunning red-head in lacey lingerie, and (I blushed again) a petite feminine thing totally encased (except for her startlingly bare breasts and bottom I) in red rubber! It was exotic, erotic, seeing those bodies intertwine, back and forth, in that bizarre garb. I almost forgot my own kinky undies as I gazed, entranced by the sensuous sight I watched: the negress and the red-head seemed to dancingly capture the other two girls, spreading long bolts of silk around them until the blonde and the rubber-girl were bound face-to- face, wrapped from waist to shoulders in brightly colored silk. Then my eyes went wide as the two voluptuous captresses lowered their panties, revealing massive, rigid cocks! Unable to move, I looked on as in a dream, the two hermaphrodites sodomizing their moaning captives as the music rose and fell. They prolonged it, switching partners, caressing their prey and each other for what seemed like hours, until the music finally ended and the stage went dark to thunderous applause. Whew! Feeling a bit spacey from what I'd just seen, I decided to order a drink and regain my composure. But as I stood at the bar, doing multiplication tables in my heed and trying to ignore the disconcerting feel of my rubber underthings stroking across my swelling cock and tingling nipples, the feminine-shaped thing in red rubber started slowly hobbling towards me! I watched, fascinated, as she stepped daintily forward, her bare breasts and bottom jiggling wildly, in exciting pink contrast to the tight-red- packed rest of her. I could barely take my eyes off the sight as she stepped nearer and nearer... then, at the last moment, she swerved aside and brushed past me. I felt the tickle of her soft rubber-gloved arm stroke across my shirt, the soft shirt-fabric sliding between our two layers of rubber. And then she was past, and I watched in bemusement as she jiggled off and out a nearby door. I turned back to the Bar. There was a note lying there: Mr Crayle, Meet me outside. I need Help! Account #44438** Bank of Siam. I recognized the Number imediately as the reference number from a letter of credit issued by a major international bank - with the last two numbers missing! Without those numbers, the rest was useless, but with them... well, depending on how much there was in that account, you could present that number to just about any hotel in town and pretty much buy the place! I looked at the door through which the rubber creature had vanished, wondering if I should follow. Might be a lot of money in it for me. Maybe there was someone in need of my help... Or it could be a trap! I turned over the options in my head as I slowly finished my drink. Then I made the choice I knew I would and followed. *** It was a tiny, cluttered dressing room, filled with bizarre garments, mirrors, makeup, and the dingy look of cheap dressing rooms everywhere. The red rubber girl was seated at a rickety chair in front of a mirror. Except for her, the place was deserted. As I approached, she turned her rubber-covered face to me and I could make out the tiny nose-and-eye slits that left her just barely able to see and breathe. She looked up at me with a sort of pantomime expression of pleading and - with helpless rubber-mittened hands - gestured at a tiny catch on the back of her hood. I flipped it up, pulled the zippered seam apart, peeled the mask from her head... And stood there looking at one of the loveliest faces I'd ever seen --one of the loveliest male faces, that is! The rubber lady's story: My name is - or was -- Gardner Reginald and I am (or was!) quite wealthy. I'm not sure what my financial status is at the moment... or my name, either! I came here on vacation with my wife Grace a few months ago. We're both rather adventurous sexually, and this seemed like a good place to unload some cash. I thought I could easily afford it, but.... They have this game here that's played at a special table. Most gamblers don't go to it till they're nearly tapped out, but I didn't know that at first. It's kind of a bizarre version of our American Table Stakes Poker. You can bet all you have on you, just like at home, but in this game, if you want to raise or even just stay in, and you don't have cash, you have to make the bet with your body! That's right; You can cover any bet simply by pledging yourself to the House as a slave until the bet is paid! My cards looked good that night, the game was close, and I knew I had plenty of dough in reserve to get myself bought out of servitude, just in case. So when the time came to stay in the game and I didn't have the cash on me I went ahead and bet myself! And lost. I didn't think at first it would be like this. I thought I could get out with no problem. So I went along with it when they made me surrender my clothes and room card right there at the table. I even let them put a tight rubber G-string on me and tie my hands to the waistband with rubber cords. But when they put a collar on me and started leading me away, I figured it was time to put a stop to all this, and I told them to call my wife to redeem me. But the cute young girl leading me on a leash just smiled and told me Grace had checked out! Naturally, I tried using my credit cards, only to discover that Grace had cancelled them! I couldn't even access my bank accounts, and the numbers I kept on my computerized date book had all been changed. I couldn't reach anyone! The attendant girls just laughed at my distress and led me down to a sub- basement where they operate some sort of slave-conditioning clinic! I was wrapped in a latex cocoon, suspended on a rack, and fed all sorts of feminine hormones through a tube, while another tube expelled my wastes, which were analyzed for hormone content. And all the while this was going on, they played subliminal tapes in my ears and showed me movies of lovely young women in bizarre costumes and bondage! By the time they untied me and let me out of that latex sheath, I was like a radically-altered butterfly emerging from a cocoon: My body hair was gone, my breasts and bottom enlarged, and my- my cock shrunk down to practically nothing! Even my face and voice were changed! I looked and acted just like the submissive feminine slaves in the movies they made me watch! But that's not the worst of it. Not even the shameful performances they make me give are as bad as..... my own wife! She keeps coming here to watch me and tease me. She brings her lovers with her, and they all laugh at the way I look now, and the things I have to do for them! Grace has told me that she has control of all my assets now, and she intends to keep them. And as far as she's concerned, I can just stay here the way I am now. But she doesn't know about my Secret Account. That number I gave you: it canaccess a cool five million I was hiding for -er- tax purposes. But there was no way I could get out of here and got to it! Then you showed up. I recognized you from a party you were at in England once, and I'd heard about you from some friends. I knew that if anyone could get me out of here, it was Clinton Crayle! If you just promise me you'll do it, I'll give you the rest of the number and the other information you'll need to access the account. And I'll split it with you, I swear I will! Just please get me out of here! *** Back in my room, I peeled out of the tight rubber garments and reflected on the rubber girl's story. I'd told her I'd help her, of course, but as I slowly extricated myself from the confining-latex boots and stockings, I began to wonder: Supposed this "Gardner Reginald" was a shill, working with Nan Boros in some kind of cleverly-laid trap. It didn't seem likely, of course, that Nan could've coordinated her efforts so thoroughly with an exclusive place like this, but still.... I pulled off the clinging rubber T-Shirt, peeled down those awful shorts, and pitched the whole lot of it down the incinerator chute, shivering in the frigid air conditioning as I went to the bathroom for a shower. As the water ran over me, I reflected a bit more on the situation: Okay, maybe it was sort of unlikely that Nan could've engineered something like this; she shouldn't have known where I was staying - Hell, she couldn't even have known I was coming to this part of the world! And yet..... Even if Nan hadn't plotted all this, I was still in a pretty vulnerable situation here, with most of my clothes gone and Margot in charge of the purse-strings. Did I really want to risk getting involved in a case under these circumstances? I thought about Margot, probably still down at the gambling tables, as I toweled off. I'd told her I was coming back to the room and urged her to join me, but she seemed mesmerized by the game, and told me rudely she'd be along when she felt like it I wondered what her luck was like, and whether I could depend on her. She'd sure gotten a kick out of seeing me stuck in those awful rubber undies! Back in the bedroom, I shivered again in the cold and sorted through my luggage for something I could wear to bed. I settled on a rubber jock- strap and something that looked like a long rubber nightie with no arms. There was a hole at the top for my head to stick through, and little bands at the open bottom for my ankles, to keep it from riding up on me, but I had quite a time sticking my feet through these, and once I got it on, I had to hobble to the bed with tiny, mincing steps and squirm under the covers as best I could, since my arms were held loosely at my sides by the confining garment. I wondered what Margot's reaction would be seeing me like this. Probably absolute hilarity! That settled It I had to get some money of my own here -- a lot of money, so I could say Goodbye to Margot if she became too demanding. And there was just one place to get money like that: I had to take the case! Morning. Late morning. Soft bed. Warm body next to me. I rolled over, feeling the rubber nightie roll with me, somehow much tighter than last night! I could still move around, though. Sort of. With my arms pinned at my sides and my ankles hampered by the loops at the bottom of the nightie, I squirmed up in the bed and looked over at Margot, still asleep but just beginning to stir. Gawd, she looked sexy! Lying there in a loose nightie of heavy red silk, with her hair all tousled, she was like an open invitation to Rape! I felt a tingle in the tight Jockstrap I wore, and suddenly became aware of another urge: Sliding carefully across the bed so as not to awaken Margot, I got up and hobbled as best I could to the bathroom. Damn! That nightie was much tighter than last night! Had it shrunk somehow? I couldn't get it off! I felt the smooth, warm rubber caress my bare skin like a soft hand as I made my way to the toilet and tried to figure out how to use it! Let me spare myself some embarrassing details and just say I finally managed, by squatting down on the toilet seat with my knees pulled up, in which position I could barely - just barely - raise the hem of the rubber nightie to my waist. I still couldn't get the rubber jockstrap off, but there was a convenient hole in the front for me to relieve myself. Then there was another major struggle, to get the ruffled rubber hem back down over my waist so I could straighten my legs once again, and I went shuffling back to the bedroom. Where Margot was waiting! "Clinton!" She sat up, her breasts bouncing delightfully in see-through silk. "Whatever have you got on?" "I-It's all I could find last night," I managed, blushing furiously as I wiggled onto the bed. "Well I think it's just darling!" Margot pulled me close and kissed me, running her hands teasingly over my body, through the rubber. I tried to return the embrace, but with my hands trapped beneath the nightie, all I could do was squirm! Margot seemed to barely notice my handicap, though. She was all over me, a passionate tigress, kissing, rubbing, until I felt my poor cock swelling painfully in the tight rubber jock-strap! "Nnnngghhh!!" I moaned in agony. But Margot look it for a sound of passion! Next thing I knew, her legs were across my shoulders as she shrugged her nightie down to her waist and pulled my head between her demanding thighs! Incapable of satisfying her any other way, I kissed, licked, and nuzzled passionately as she writhed around me! How long it went on, I couldn't say. All I was aware of was Margot's wanton wiggling, the ache in my neck as I strained to satisfy her, the growing heat inside my rubber cocoon... and the painful swelling of my cock, pressing up against my poor testicles in their tight latex prison! At last it was over though. Margot, totally satisfied, dozed lightly beside me, completely nude, with one arm across my chest (pinning me to the bed!) as I lay helpless on my back, aching and frustrated, with her silk nightie tangled over my head! When she finally awoke, it was to scamper off to the bathroom herself. I managed to sit up on the bedside, but I still couldn't get out of my rubber bondage - or even get that warm scrap of silk and lace off my head! So I sat there, waiting, until Margot emerged at last. "I ordered breakfast from room service," she said brightly, "I hope you're hung -- Uh-hee! Uh-ha-ha-ha!" She broke up at the sight of me sitting there like that, a rubber tube with a silk nightie for a head, and I was glad at least she couldn't see how red my face was! "S'matter?" she teased. "Can't you get out of your pretty nightie?" Well, so far I couldn't. But damned if I'd admit it! With Margot's laughter ringing in my ears, I lowered myself to the carpet and tried to pull the straps off my feet. No good. Somehow, they'd shrunk overnight, like the rest of the garment, and I couldn't get any purchase on the slippery rubber with my fingers! I remembered reading something somewhere about rubber designed to shrink in response to body heat, but I never thought of... Oh well, no time for that now... gotta get out of this some way! I got my hands under the ruffled hem and started tugging.... "Uffgghhl" It was halfway up my butt. Standing there in a loose satin negligee Margot laughed fit to burst! "Unnnnggghhhl" It was up to my waist now, but I was having trouble keeping the leverage on my arms. And the resilient rubber had contracted again, pulling my calves up against my narrow waist! I pulled my arms inside the nightie, so I could try pushing up from inside, got them tangled around my knees... KNOCK-KNOCK! "Room Service!"