1st story

The Seduction of Sue

Part 1

It was a typical Friday down at the local pub. Susan sat with a small group, around two hastily pushed together tables, cradling a barely touched drink. Next to her, and already on his fifth drink, sat Dave – her long time boyfriend.

“What the hell’s up with you, Sue!”, came the now famous retort from Dave, “got another one of your headaches?”

Dave’s laugh was loudest, the other two men also laughed, if nervously. It was always the same, a promising evening that descended into a series of non too subtle digs at his girlfriend by Dave.

“You’re a real pig sometimes, y’know Dave!”, Sue’s friend, Jackie, again came to her defence.

“It’s OK Jackie, really. I was going to say this later but, umm well, I suppose now is as good a time as any”, Sue said.

“Yeh! What is it that you’ve got to say? Maybe that you’re a frigid bitch?”, spat Dave.

This was worse than a normal Friday and the nervous glances between the other two couples spoke volumes about their embarrassment.

Red faced, fighting back tears, Sue rose and simply said “I’m leaving you Dave.”

Sue turned and marched towards the door, her tear stained face hidden from the group. Despite the drink in him Dave looked shocked and angry. His friends distanced themselves, partly at their girlfriends request and partly because they realised that they were also to blame for Sue’s Friday nights of misery.

“er.. well good riddance! There’s no crawling back if you leave this fucking pub, do you hear me!”, Dave’s false but rising bravado fooled no one.

The scene had been witnessed by a woman at the pub’s bar. A smile played on her scarlet lips as Sue brushed past her on her way outside.

“Well done, my dear,” the women whispered.

The chill November night brought Sue to her senses and the cold made her aware of her tear streaked face. She hadn’t really planned that. Yes she was going to leave him but not tonight and not without a place to go. Thoughts of going back to her mother, and admitting that yes she was right about Dave, jostled with the other options; such as sleeping rough or pooling the money she had brought out with her to rent a room for the night.

“That took courage,” came a voice from behind her.

“Who said that,” Sue asked nervously peering into the shadowy pub doorway.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I must have startled you. My name is Catherine and I heard what that little man said to you. He doesn’t deserve you,” her voice was deep, smoky sounding and made Sue a little giddy.

“It’s the drink really. He isn’t like that normally,” why was she defending Dave to this stranger?

“You’re not contemplating going back are you, ahem?”

“Sue, my name is Sue Jones and well, considering my options, swallowing my pride and going back isn’t the worst of them,” said Sue dejectedly.

“I for one will not hear of that Suzanne. You can stay with me tonight and tomorrow we will examine your options,” Catherine said in a manner that would brook no argument.

“Umm, th.. thank you. By the way my name is Susan not Suzanne,” Sue said timidly.

“Of course it is darling.”

Catherine hailed a taxi and joined Sue in the back. Sue her first good look at her new benefactor as the taxi moved off to Catherine’s stated destination. Her face was striking, not in the way of a model or anything, no Sue thought more like a sculpture. Prominent cheekbones and well chiselled slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and deep red contrasted with a skin tone that looked like porcelain. Jet black hair cut into a twenties style page boy cut completed the picture. Catherine was dressed in a black shiny coat that was not leather but looked waterproof , perhaps its PVC, Sue naively deduced.

“It’s really very kind of you to let me stay Catherine,” Sue gushed.

“Nonsense my dear. You were upset and it’s a cold, dark night. Besides I don’t get such attractive company …,” she trailed off seeing the prying eyes of the cabby focussed on her and Sue, “Driver, there are several road deaths per day in this city caused by inattentive driving. I have no wish to join those statistics.”

The driver shrank a little, Sue thought, as he muttered something like “Fucking dykes” just above audible level.

“Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. I was saying that I don’t often get visitors. You really are quite beautiful you know Suzanne, if a little unsure how to express that beauty,” Catherine peered into Sue’s eyes causing her embarrassment to deepen. Sue felt the hot breath from the women fall on her face and felt hand stroke her own leg softly.

Sue’s daze at Catherine’s attempted wooing was rocked as the taxi stopped and the light came on.

“That’s six pounds twenty luv,” said the driver.

“Here you are,” said Catherine coldly, “Oh yes a tip. My tip is to pick up someone with poorer hearing if you are going to insult them. Be thankful I don’t report you, you ignorant little man!”

Sue couldn’t resist a giggle at that. Catherine placed an arm round the still chuckling Sue and escorted her to the door as a smarting taxi driver sped off behind them.

“Wow! Nice place Cathy. What does a girl have to do to get a place like this,” said Sue, looking round the ornate hallway.

“Catherine is my given name. Diminutives do so much to rob a woman of her mystique,” scolded Catherine.

“I.. I’m sorry,” came the childlike voice in reply.

“You were not to know my love. As for my home, well it has taken a lifetime to accumulate the wealth to buy this house and its furnishings,” Catherine unbuttoned her latex coat letting it ripple like black waves down her body to the marble floor, “More correctly several lifetimes . I, you see my dear, am Catherine Dracul, a descendant of Vlad Dracul. You perhaps know him better as Count Dracula.”

Sue let out a gasp as the ebony clothed beauty in front of her said these words. She backed away from Catherine, as the latex encased body moved towards her. Common sense and child hood fears fought for dominance in Sue’s panic stricken mind.

“You… you’re making this up right?” her question lacked conviction.

“ha ha ha…off course I am. There are no such things as vampires .. well not the blood sucking kind anyway. You really are quite delicious though when you are anxious Suzanne.”

“You’re sense of humour is a little offbeat , you know Catherine,” the certainty returning to Sue’s voice matched the colour returning to her cheeks.

Catherine approached Sue giving her a sight of the stretched latex encasing her breasts, her button like nipples straining for release. The sheen from the highly polished latex was mesmerising to Sue. Catherine’s waist was severely nipped in by a latex corset that gave Catherine an almost impossible hourglass figure. A tight ankle length skirt hugged Catherine’s splayed hips provocatively. Even Catherine’s hands had the telltale sheen suggesting latex gloves. The overtly sexual sway to Catherine’s walk held Sue’s gaze.

“You … you’re wearing rubber clothes. Why would you want to be covered in that stuff?”, asked a confused Sue.

Catherine reached out and gently stoked Sue’s cheek. She looked into Sue’s eyes noticing that they were starting to dilate.

“I wear “this stuff” because it brings me pleasure. The embrace of latex, as it at once clothes and exposes your body, is almost beyond words.”

Catherine’s hand loops gently around Sue’s neck and draws her closer. Close enough that the women can almost taste each other’s desire. Catherine moves in and notes Sue slowly close her eyes as luscious ruby lips meet her own. Tongues entwine and explore each other and from deep within Sue sighs.

Their kissing rises in tempo, hands roam freely Sue feels the taught smoothness of Catherine’s rubber encased body and senses the heat from skin below the rubber veneer. Her attention is caught as rubber fingers begin to unbutton her blouse, a hand resting, no cupping her breast as it begins to methodically knead the aching flesh. Clothes fall from her now and soon her entire body is in contact with the latex covered Catherine.

Every nerve appears to be on fire, every fibre aches with longing as Catherine’s busy hands come to rest on Sue’s buttocks and begin to lift her even closer into contact with the, by now sticky, latex. Catherine’s right hand begins to stroke Sue’s moist sex, pausing to rub her clit, causing gasps of passion from Sue’s mouth. Then Catherine draws her face away and looks deeply into Sue’s eyes.

“I love you, Suzanne.”

A brief pause and then a latex covered index finger penetrates Sue and begins rapidly to bring the woman to orgasm, its rhythmic probing mated to the swirl of Catherine’s tongue tracing across blood engorged nipples. It takes around thirty seconds of this onslaught to break Sue, a violent bucking from her pelvis and her head flung back speak volumes as to the sexual fury breaking within Sue’s body. One ear splitting cry and Sue is spent, her body softens and slumps into the latex arms waiting to catch it.

Gazing down on the angelic, sleeping face of her love Catherine sheds a tear. She softly kisses the closed eyelids of the woman before whispering to her.

“Goodnight my love. You’re past life has ended and a new one awaits.”

Effortlessly Sue is carried up the winding staircase by Catherine and gently laid on virginal white sheets. Sue’s body glistens in the dim light, the perspiration of their passion looking like stardust on the sleeping woman’s skin.

Turning Catherine begins her own disrobing. A finger seeks out the laces of the corset and unties them. The front is then unattached and the heavy rubber corset is left to flop to the floor. Catherine groans as its embrace is broken and she massages life back into the previously compressed flesh.

Her skirt is, likewise, stripped away and falls, not ungracefully, at her feet resembling, with its tiny ripples, a small latex pool. The cool bedroom air causes goose bumps to form along her long toned legs. Her wrist gloves are her next targets and she pauses, noting with joy, the glistening mucous on the fingers of her right hand. She places a rubber finger in her mouth sucking fiercely the bitter taste of latex gives way to a musky saltiness that is her beloved.

Her other now bare hand seeks out her breast and, with increasing fury, squeezes and twists the latex covered orb until she too falls into the sexual abyss. Her breaths coming erratically, explosively as her body convulses and her legs give way depositing her onto of her earlier shed garments.

Slowly her senses shake her out of fogginess and she realises she has more to do before morning. Her latex top is pulled over her head and her remaining glove discarded. She leaves Sue still sleeping and goes to the bathroom. No time for a bath she thinks and instead opts for a quick shower. She begins to lather her skin wiping away the physical remains of her seduction of Sue.

After drying herself she grabs a bathrobe quickly tying it round her.

“Now for my latest project,” she says aloud.

Quietly she enters her bedroom and sees that Sue still sleeps. She approaches the nearest closet and opens the doors. She is greeted by a curtain of shimmering latex clothing all neatly hung on a system of moving rails. At her feet is a sizeable collection of footwear, boots, from monstrous crotch high affairs to subtler ankle boots vying with ballet boots and skyscraper platform shoes for Catherine’s attention.

She selected a pair of lack latex leggings and a pink latex crop top and, looking inquisitively at the footwear, settled on some four inch patent ankle boots. She settled on her look and began to liberally talc her body and the insides of the leggings. She pulled the leggings into place and smoothed the wrinkles along her now gleaming legs. She ensured that her bulging sex was tightly covered and visible her hand brushed the area causing an involuntary shudder. The pink top was pulled over her head and again smoothed into place, Catherine’s magnificent breasts were held yet again in a snug embrace as they settled into the latex top.

Her next task was her face. She commenced applying foundation covering her own porcelain skin with a garish fake tan tone. That done she moved on to her eyes and painted them grey-blue, thick mascara followed and Catherine’s eyelids felt heavy with accumulated cosmetics. Blusher was applied along her already prominent cheeks and pinkish lipstick completed her metamorphosis.

Looking round, as Sue moved on the bed, Catherine decided that her hair was all wrong. Deciding that blonde was the way to go she walked again to her closet. There, in one of several hatboxes she retrieved a shoulder lengths blond wig and pulled it over her own lustrous black mane.

Quickly she grabbed as metallic silver purse, stuffing it with condoms and a pack of cigarettes. A matching silver leather look biker jacket was the final addition to her ensemble and, blowing a kiss to sleeping Sue, she proceeded downstairs.

The night air was decidedly colder than when she had earlier met Sue. No time for subtlety thought Catherine, shivering as she entered her garage and fired up her sports car. Slowly edging from the garage she revelled in the feel of her rubber covered behind against the soft leather of the upholstery. Fearful of waking Sue the car’s mighty V8 engine gurgled as Catherine coaxed it slowly on minimum revs to the road.

The drive into the now quiet city centre began uneventfully. Catherine, glanced in the rear view mirror. A police car drifted into her field of view. The car started to follow her for about a mile, its male no doubt exchanging crude comments about the driver of the new Jaguar XK8 they were following. Eventually the siren and blue strobe light began and caused her to pull over

After a calculated minute or two (no doubt intended to let Catherine stew) one of the officers approached the car. The other looked on smiling to himself.

“Good evening miss. I’m afraid that you failed to stop at the last set of traffic lights. I take it that this is your car,” came the well rehearsed clipped English from the office. He stood rocking backwards and forwards on his heels and indicated that he wanted Catherine to get out of the car.

“Yyes officer It is my car. A special friend bought it for me,” came the sickly reply as Catherine deliberately made a meal out of her exit. Her latex encased leg extended and flexed with feline grace as she slowly rose from the seat.

The other officer, mouth wide open in shock had also got out of the car and moved, almost jogged to his colleague’s side. With an over-sexed audience Catherine turned on the little girl lost routine and proceeded to exploit the situation. The request for identification enabled her to unzip her silver jacket exposing the pink latex crop top and those delicious orbs that were imprisoned by it. And she fumbled her hands over her shiny pink chest in an attempt to show the officers that she was searching for her driver’s licence. That coupled with her rubbing her latex rump along the gleaming bonnet of the car warmed up this particular bitter November evening.

“Ahem, well Miss If you can’t find your licence you are required to present it at a police station of your choice within seven days,”, the first policeman stammered. Catherine grinned sweetly at them.

“Oh! Thank you officer. I thought you were going to arrest me for sure,” she whimpered and ground her thighs together for good measure.

“No, no Miss. Just report to the station and things will be alright,” the second officer said, ignoring the pointed glare of his colleague.

“Foxtrot, tango, charlie three, “ the radio squawked from the patrol car, “reported incident at the City Arms pub.”

“We’ve got to go,” apologised the first officer with much regret evident in his voice,

Catherine waived and again, for good measure bent to fasten her already fastened boot. Her tight perfectly shaped bottom strained for escape from its latex covering. The tight latex of the leggings leaving little to the imagination as it framed and presented Catherine’s sex for all to see. The squeal of tyres and desperate steering she heard from behind her left her in no doubt that two people had certainly caught a glimpse.

“Cindy sends her love,” she squeaked in a highly stylised hooker-for-rent sort of way and smiled satisfied with her act.

She parked the car in a side street and clambered out. It wasn’t a particular pleasant part of the city populated by the usual detritus that all cities attract. Unzipping her purse “Cindy” drew a cigarette from the packet and slowly approached a man walking slowly and none too straight on the other side of the road. Her stiletto boots signalling her approach by their clicking retort against the cracked pavement. Her latex coated thighs brushed effortlessly against each other as she adopted an exaggerated walk again straight out of a bad forties movie.

“Hiya honey,” she drawled “can you help a girl that in a fix?”

The men, startled for an instant, turned and dimly, through heavy bear dulled eyes, he saw the latex vision before him.

“Of course, you name it “, he spluttered, half in shock and half in something resembling passion.

“Well I … ha ha ha ha …. forgot my cigarette lighter. I was just ..um … wondering if you had a light,” this voice act was killing Catherine’s vocal chords.

“Sure, here darlin’ ,“ the man said and offered her a match.

Sue took the match and struck it on an adjacent wall. The brief glow was brought to her lips and waiting cigarette. The cigarette tip took on a reddish glow and she breathed out a plume of smoke directly at the man. Smiling inanely at her, the man wheezed and coughed several times.

“Thank you ever so much,” Catherine smiled. She placed a hand on his arm and drew closer to him. He responded by pulling her body tightly against his, Catherine could feel the man’s cock harden despite the booze flooding his system. Thoughts of raising the dead came into her mind and inwardly she chuckled.

His lips sought out hers but Catherine shied away and began to unbutton his fly. This act caused his frown at her refusal to kiss to change to a wide grin. Slowly she sought out his ever hardening penis and extracted it from his pants. Deftly she took a condom from her purse and began to roll it up the mans erect organ, the latex slimy from lubricant. Her cigarette was stubbed out and her head lowered towards the groaning erection, the man eyes shut in blissful anticipation..

Her mouth opens and her tongue begins to flutter against the very tip of his erect penis. He groans and falls back to rest at an angle against the wall. Harder and harder her tongue dances across the darkening head of the man’s penis. Then she takes him into her mouth, the slick head scrapes across her tongue and nestles near to the back of her mouth. Catherine can feel the throb of life within the man’s penis and using her lips and tongue she begins to work from the base to the tip, her actions rising in ferocity. There is a second’s warning as the man grimaces, his knuckles clenched shut whiten noticeably and Catherine senses that he’s climaxed. The condom grows heavy with his seed and the spent organ rapidly diminishes in length and girth.

Catherine withdraws her head careful not to take the condom with her. She looks up and sees the man eyes still shut. Quickly she stands and one vicious push sends his head back against the wall, the man's eyes fly open only to closes as head meets bricks.

Catherine removes the condom from his lifeless prick and lets it fall down a nearby drain. She folds his penis back into his trousers and lifts the man to his feet. Though it is a struggle she rounds the corner of the side street back to where she has parked. Passers by nod understandingly as she labours with her load. At last she has him in the passenger seat of the car and gets in the driver’s side.

“I can only say that I hope you’re worth it when your time comes,” Catherine says to the unconscious passenger. The car is started and a quick blast of acceleration scatters old newspapers and litter in her wake.


End of part 1