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 I am sorry but I don't have much time for a big Wednesday post this week, but I just had to share these three things.

Firstly did anyone not faint when they saw Hannah Waddingham in that dress?

I nearly fainted again on Sunday night when the gorgeous Tess Daly stepped out to present Strictly Come Dancing in this slick black vinyl dress. Must admit though, the dress did not flatter the gorgeous 51 year of Ms Daly. It was just a little too unstructured, slick smooth latex would have done her perfect figure the justice it deserves.

Now I need to make sure you are all seated because our dear friend Ambre has created something truly stunning. Andy the Instagram selfie princess.

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Andy

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  Wednesday is here and that means the penultimate chapter of Mistress LeatherBeth's awesome story The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion.

  It also means to usual collection of bits and bob, videos and photos, but I will let you find all of those for yourselves.

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The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 9

George and Kerry glanced at each other as Olga got herself organised, switching on the laptop before shuffling through the documents in the folder. The screen flickered and an attractive fair haired female face appeared. She exchanged a few words in Russian with Olga, who then introduced her as Tatiana Alexandrovna Groncharkova, Junior Counsel of the Fifth Directorate of the FSB.

“I believe that we may save a great deal of time if you just study this document,” said Tatiana, as Olga passed it across.

George took it and he and Kerry read it in growing disbelief.

“Erm, Olga…,”

“Dmitrovna,” prompted Kerry under his breath.

“…Dmitrovna,” said George, “I don’t quite understand. This document seems to imply that the FSB will be taking no action to prevent the deal which Cooper Amalgamated is proposing.”

“On the contrary,” said Olga, “if the Second Directorate had any knowledge of what you had in mind, they would move with Extreme Prejudice. They do not, however, have any such knowledge. You are fortunate that intelligence of your intentions fell into the hands of the Fifth, which is, for all practical purposes, Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself.”

“But surely,” interrupted George, “you informed them and the Kremlin immediately.”

“Now, why on earth should we do such a thing? Oh! You’ve been assuming that we owe unfailing loyalty to Vladimir Vladimirovich? Really, George, for someone as astute as yourself, I’d have expected a little more nuanced understanding of Russian politics. No, I think it is safe to say that Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself allowed our membership of the Putin Fan Club to lapse many years ago”

“Let me get this straight,” said Kerry. “In return for a ‘non interference fee’ payable to you two ladies, Cooper Amalgamated will be allowed to proceed with its plans?”

“My dear Kerry,” said Olga, “your actual plans are brilliant. Your contract wording is a masterpiece of, er, what is the English word, obfuscation. Your money laundering structure is a joy to behold. You are so close to achieving perfection that we feel minded to allow you to proceed. For a consideration.”

“Ah, yes, your fee. A little matter of Two Hundred and Fifty Million US dollars.”

“You will see from document F that we are not unskilled in the laundry ourselves.”

“What do you reckon, Mr. C? Given that this morning we thought we were taking on the might of Russian intelligence, we now seem to be looking at a painless Eight Hundred Million dollars. These two ladies are taking at least as big a risk as we are, so their discretion is assured. By the way, isn’t the tea interval due to finish in a minute or two?”

“Don’t worry about that,” said George, “I had a word with Matt Crawford earlier. He won’t ring the bell until we’re ready. After all, light isn’t going to be a problem.”

Kat got the team together once they’d all grabbed their sandwiches and cups of tea.

Her talk stressed concentration and avoiding complacency. She reminded them to be ready to help JoJo by backing up in case of overthrows. She suspected that Derrington might even benefit from the lack of Chris Mills’ odious personality. Neil Carter and Rufus to open the bowling, hopefully bring on Will and Budgie for their first spells around the twelfth over.

George and Kerry still had a few more questions but, after Tatiana had explained the protocols for the cloud based contract exchange, verification and registration system procedures which they were using in conjunction with numerous banks (at least two of which weren’t Swiss), with fully guaranteed dual option part payment tranches, George committed Cooper Amalgamated to the deal. As Kerry had said that morning, by the end of the summer, the buyers whom George had lined up to pay handsomely for the rights, licenses, etc. which had just come into Cooper Amalgamated’s possession, would have made close to a billion dollars for Hamilton Associates, a wholly owned subsidiary Belinda Llc., a Cayman based company which was itself a subsidiary of a Jersey based shell company named Magdelena Enterprises, which was 100% owned by a partnership registered in the Bahamas… But you get the picture.

George went to the Committee room door, opened it and nodded to Matt Crawford, who immediately went to the front of the Pavilion and rang the bell for the end of the tea interval. George donned his white coat and straw hat and made to take his place beside Matt.

As Olga tidied up after their successful deliberations, Kerry said, “I assume you and Tatiana Alexandrovna will be keeping a low profile and heading straight off to a remote island immediately when you leave here.”

“My dear Kerry, not in the least. For one thing, we have a very busy work schedule lined up. For example, we are just going into post production for a new blockbuster, ‘Славянские мальчики-рабы’, ‘Slavic Slaveboys’, and now would be the worst possible time to draw attention to ourselves. Our own laundry will not be able to make a start on dealing with the first instalment of our fee, the initial Five Million, until it is processed by your bank on Monday morning, let alone the rest of it. Until absolutely all of our arrangements are in place, our safest location is at our desks in Moscow. After all, we have the total trust of Vladimir Vladimirovich. In a few months time it may be noticed that we have both taken leave at the same time, which may raise an eyebrow, but nothing more will be made of our absence for several weeks. But by then we will be who knows where, travelling on who knows which passports.”

Kerry, by now somewhat slack jawed, simply smiled. Shaking the Colonel’s hand he said, “Olga Dmitrovna, I wish you and Tatiana Alexandrovna every good fortune.” “And I, you,” she replied. “Give our best wishes to Belinda and Lady Magdelena. And Kerry, my dear, I hope you get laid very soon. Oh, don’t look so surprised. After all, I am a spy.” 

Izzy perused the paperwork George had handed to her just inside the Pavilion door. Her eyebrows rose and it was possible to imagine her counting the number of zeros quoted. “George, have I told you recently that you are a truly superb businessman? I think this deserves some form of celebration. I shall be in the garage later.”

“The pit? Oh, yeth, Mithtreth,” breathed Belinda.

“Very well,” said Magdalena, “you have a second innings to umpire, after which you may join the team for a drink, but if you are not back at The Grange by ten thirty, it will go badly for you.” She then strode inside.

“Yeth, Mithtreth,” whispered Belinda, before setting the alarm on his phone for ten thirty five, his face one huge smile.

Kat seemed to have been right. If the spring in the steps of the Derrington openers, Lee Baxter and Phil Webster were anything to go by, as they jogged down the Pavilion steps, Chris Mills’ decampment had indeed lifted a weight from their shoulders.

Neil took the first over and was almost successful immediately. His first delivery was too good for Lee. It pitched on off and moved away but failed to find the edge. The ball thudded into Jojo’s gloves, and he immediately adjusted his stance several steps backwards. Neil was deceptively swift.

However, the first wicket was not long in coming. The second ball of Neil’s second over was slightly overpitched. Phil’s big stride down the pitch, however, turned it into a yorker, with all three stumps cartwheeling, and caused Kat, at first slip, to take evasive action to avoid a flying bail up the left nostril.

“Great ball! Get in there!” shouted Jane. Mayfield was only able to keep a straight face for a couple of seconds before he and Jane both burst into laughter.

Webster b Carter 3 (6/1)

The next Derrington batsman, Tom Manship, had just emerged through the Pavilion door and was at the top of the steps when there was a loud car engine noise followed by a screech of brakes down the side of the Pavilion. The car door opened and a figure leapt out, padded and carrying a bat. “Tom! Get back inside! I’m in next,” he bellowed. And with that blunt statement Chris Mills announced his return to the fray.

To be concluded next week

Here is an unashamed favourite and fave of the blog Cherly Baker of Bucks Fizz, squeezed into vinyl, for the tv show razzamatazz, back in the 80s

And now something I would love love love to try. I adore Vacbeds and have been put in one on a few occations, but a vac Sac is something i would love to try. This just gives me the impression of what a sissy such as Andy has to go through when being transported without paperwork.

And what would Wednesday be without Andy putting on  a show

and finally four images which have tingled my imagination, 

She reminds me of a dear dear friend/Love

and she reminds me of another

 

I really adore this

 

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    Along with doing my own "normal" freelance work,  I am still rebuilding my software and as a result am falling behind on everything else, including my reading of various stories and Emails. My sincere apologies to everyone, but right now it is getting a bit overwhelming. Not that I can't concentrate on more than one thing at a time, after all I am writing this whilst watching only connect and that ain't no lightweight quiz.

  Anyways, welcome to the Wednesday round up and as promised, we get to read Skinnie's story, plus re-live the original art work for both.

 We also have a special hello to a blog friend, plus a really super offering from another friend and finally something of my own discovering.

So here we start with Skinnie's wonderful version of "One Kiss" and I included both images from which Skinnie drew inspiration.

What If

by

Skinnie Stallion

The driveway up to Fullerton Towers looked  daunting.  The gravel ground beneath his feet as Will took his first steps with trepidation.   At the first crunch, Will saw a security camera swivel and focus on him.   Sound activated, he thought.  People always said Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones was a sophisticated woman.  She clearly valued her privacy and her safety.   He wondered what treasures she might be hiding in her mansion.   He was being watched.  But by whom?  Was the system just recording or was a guard watching in a control room.  

So what if he was being watched or monitored?    He had more to think about.  This was silly.   He was sure it had been Andy.   He thought it was Andy.  It had to be Andy.  Who could it be if it wasn’t Andy.  He hadn’t answered his mobile.  His WhatsApps didn’t even show as read.  He wasn’t at his parents’ house.  They’d said he was out.  “Probably at  Jane’s,” his mother had said.  (‘Jane?  Not Lady Jane?  Just Jane?’ Will had mused.)    “He’s always at Jane’s,” Andy’s mother had laughed.    “I’m sure he’ll be there. She’s such a tonic for him,” and raised one eyebrow somewhat wryly to him.   “You look anxious Will.  Do you need to see him?”

That was thirty minutes ago.  It hadn’t taken long to walk to the outskirts of town to where some of the old country estates started with their surrounding villages.  He hadn’t needed directions.  But it was going to take another three minutes just to get up the drive.  And now he was here. Was it such a good idea to have come?  What did he hope to achieve?   He’d better compose himself and think what he was going to say.   Will cursed beneath his breath.   Why had he come here and not thought about that?  Was it just impulse?  What was driving him?   He had to have something to say.   The more he thought about it the madder it seemed.   He thought he’d seen Andy in the shop.  So what?   What if it was?  It had nothing to do with him.   But the person had been crying.   Crying real tears.  And that had only started after they’d seen Will looking at them.   Will had scuttled away but had watched their reflection in the freezer cabinets as Lady Jane had tried to comfort them.  He was sure he heard her say “Andrew”.   It had to be Andy.  And hadn’t Lady Jane noticed Will’s own reflection too and returned his gaze while she talked to what he had initially taken to be a pretty girl?    So what was he going to say?

Another few steps, and unbeknownst to Will, a second camera pivoted in the laurel bushes and picked him up.    Will didn’t notice.  He was focused on the mansion ahead.   His course was tracked all the way up the drive past the manicured flower beds and bushes and round the low walled circle of grass where a croquet pitch had been laid out.   A silver BMW i8 Coupé was parked in front of the house - of course a Tesla was never going to be good enough for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.

Up in her study, there was a soft buzz.  Jane stopped reading “The Economist” and looked up at the multi-screen mounted high in the corner.    So, he had come after all.  She’d hoped he would but he’d taken his time.   “Andrew, when you’ve finished dusting the dining room, can you set out the tea things in lounge, please?”  Jane called down.   “An extra place, too.  I think we may have a visitor.” 

“Yes, Auntie,” Andy called back.  He was tidying the little flower arrangement on the table.  “I’ve just got a bit more dusting to do here.”  Flower arranging was so calming.   He’d done the ones in the hall and the library.  This one was so simple, and it wouldn’t be there for long.   He knew what would be occupying centre space on the table later that evening.  He was feeling a lot better now he was back into his Saturday afternoon routine.  When they’d got home, Auntie had got him out of those jeans which seemed to have caused such a stir at the supermarket and popped him in a relaxing bath with a fragrant Lush bomb.  His mascara streaks were washed away.  She’d towelled him down and oiled him before helping him into his maid’s dress.   She’d swapped his little stud earrings for nice gold hoops, and then it was make-up time again and what Jane described as the final finishing touches before he started on his chores: she fastened a little embossed choker titanium round his neck with a tag hanging from a little D-ring to cover his Adam’s apple.  They’d only been back two hours but he was already feeling calmer.   He’d been so silly to worry.   Crying in the supermarket.  Really!  Only girls cry.  And it had messed up his make-up too.   

Andy hummed to himself as he finished with the blooms.    Doing his household duties kept him occupied while Jane was catching up on her reading.   He felt the evening’s dessert warming too which made him even more comfortable.   An extra place for tea?  Jenevieve had probably arrived early.  Maybe she wanted to change and get in the mood for the evening ahead.  But tea!  This was too early.  Jane would not be happy to be disturbed.  Andy was sure Jenevieve would have to pay in some way later, although maybe that was what she wanted.  

“OK, darling,” Jane called again as she rose from her chair.   She checked the mirror.  She flicked her fringe slightly and had a final glance up at the multi-screen.   The blonde boy looked nervous. He was fidgeting and still hadn’t pulled the bell chain.  He was trying to arrange his hair.  It was delightfully tousled and almost slightly bouffant.  She briefly wondered whether she could take him to her hairdresser.  He had such a nice face.  She stopped herself.  She mustn’t be selfish.   She knew where her priority lay.  He might be pretty but was he right for Andrew?  She had to be sure. At least he’d come.  She moved gracefully on her 5” Loubous towards the stairs, her leather pants squeaking sweetly with each step.

  

Will shook himself.  This was silly.    He’d come this far.   She could only say ‘No’ or ‘Andy isn’t here’.   He pulled down the brass handle.  Inside he heard faintly the clang of a bell.   She might have hi-tech security but no electronic bell or buzzer for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.  He almost wondered if the door was going to be opened by a butler.   He was surprised to find the door open almost immediately.  It was if he was expected.  He was even more surprised to see that the door was being opened by Lady Jane herself.   But not Lady Jane as she’d looked in the supermarket.   Will gulped.   

She might be rather mature in years but this afternoon she looked fantastic.    He’d always thought her an attractive lady, and she’d been a notable figure around town for a while, attracting admiring glances wherever she went, mostly from older men admittedly, but this was something else. 
  As the door opened wider, the silver haired lady in awesome tight black leather pants spoke first. “I’d been wondering whether you’d come,” she said with confident assurance.  “You must be William.” 

“Er, yes.   How did you know?”

“Oh, I know young man.   Let’s just say someone’s been worrying about you.”

“Worrying about me!?   Why, me?  And who?  Who’s worrying?”

“Oh, I think you know, William.  Why don’t you come in and say hello?   I’m sure that someone will be pleased to see you.”

Will overcame his fears and stepped inside.  This really was madness.  

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"Don't worry.   Don't worry.   It's OK.  No-one saw you.   No-one noticed."

“But ….”

“Well, I mean everyone noticed.  It was hard not to.   But no-one knew.   You were just a pretty girl out with Lady Jane.”

“But ….”

“People were concerned.”

“Why?” queried Andy.

“They saw you crying.”

“But I was just worrying.”

“Why?   What was there to worry about?”

“I thought people had seen me.”

“Of course people had seen you!  Everyone had seen you.  It’s not every day you see a stunning girl in tight shiny jeans and a crop top.  People were nudging each other and pointing you out.  I even heard someone say, ‘You have to see the girl in Aisle 3.  She looks amazing.’”

“Oh no!”

“But Andy, that’s a compliment.”

“So people were looking at me.”

“Well, yes.”

“And they were telling people about me.”

“Er, yes.”   Will grew concerned.  Andy still hadn’t managed to look at him since he’d come in.  He’d turned away ever since Lady Jane had taken Will to the room where Andy was working.   Andy had turned his back and had been fumbling with the choker round his neck all the time they’d been talking.

Jane watched from the doorway in silence, quietly observing the two of them.  They’d been blathering away like this for the last ten minutes.  They’d been going round in circles.  All the time Andy had kept his back turned on Will.   At first Will had seemed fazed at seeing a maid in the dining room.   Jane guessed he’d been expecting to see Andy still in his jeans.  But instead there was a pretty maid.   A maid wearing latex.   Well, Jane had wanted Will to see Andy as his true self.   But her poor dear nephew, still hadn’t summoned the courage to face his friend.   All the time he’d been scrabbling at his neck as Will got closer and closer.   As Will finally touched his arm to give him what started as a gentle pat of reassurance but quickly become a soft, lingering caress, Jane realised that Andy had managed to remove the tag from his collar.  He clearly didn’t want Will reading ‘SISSY MAID’ enamelled on the silver, nor the plainer back which was simply engraved ‘Property of Lady Jane’.   But he was being silly, as ever.  His big hoop earrings might take just as much explaining and he’d probably forgotten his gunmetal collar was embossed all the round with the ‘SISSY BOY’ motif.  She had to hand it to BOY: their clothing, jewellery and device designs were very special.

“But Will ….”

“But Andy  ….”

“But Will …..”

“Enough!” interjected Jane sternly.   “You two!   Just stop yattering like two lovebirds.”  Both Andy and Will looked startled.  “Andrew!  Look at me.”  Andy turned to face her.   “Will has been here or at least ten minutes and you haven’t even had the courtesy even to look at him.”

“Sorry, Auntie.”   

“Don’t say sorry to me.  Say it to William.”  

Andy turned shamefacedly towards his friend.  “Sorry Will.  I’m so sorry.”  Tears started to well in his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.  Please don’t cry.  I can’t bear to see you cry,” said Will.

“But you’ve seen me.   You saw me,” pleaded Andy his face now upturned and staring into Will’s eyes.

“Yes, I saw you.  I’m seeing you know.”  Will reached out and held Andy by his upper arms.  His arms gripping the soft shiny latex but he was focused on the person beneath.  His friend.  His beautiful friend.

“But I’m dressed.  Dressed like this.”

“Yes.”

“But I’m dressed ….”

“Yes, Andrew, we can see you’re dressed,” said a sarcastic Jane.  “In fact I’m sure William is glad that you are.  Imagine how embarrassing it would be if you weren’t.   If you mean, you’re dressed as a maid.   Yes, you are.   And a pretty one too, if I may say so.  Wouldn’t you agree, William?”

“Er, yes.   Very pretty,” mumbled Will.

“You’re dressed as my maid.   My lovely latex maid.  In fact, my lovely, latex sissy maid.   You’ve been my sissy maid for several years now, haven’t you Andy?”

“Yes, Aunt Jane.”   Will was charmed by the subservient tone Andy adopted when speaking to his Aunt.

“Does that concern you William?” queried Jane.

“Er, no,” mumbled Will again.

“Then I suggest you two stop bickering and we all sit down and have a nice cup of tea.  Shall we go next door to the lounge?  Come on you two.”  Jane beckoned them to follow and as she turned from the doorway asked, “Do you like cherries, William?  Cherries with cream?  Or do you prefer them with chocolate sauce?”

Andy blushed.  Will thought it has the prettiest blush he had ever seen.

Awwwww that was so sweet. Thank you S XXX

                                                                                              

                                                                                                   

   Now a quick moment to wish our friend PS a belated happy Birthday for the 20th

Happy Birthday XX . However this is not just a birthday greeting, but also It gives me a chance to share this rather lovely dress PS thinks would look good on Andy. I happen to agree, so stay tuned and we will see what happens.

Now a lovely donation from our friend Latexo Sev. It features beautiful Spanish reporter and TV presenter Pilar Rubio in a pair of stunning vinyl/Latex pants on a challenge TV show.

These pants are just so perfect and the colour is so sexy. I really am so very grateful to Latexo Sev for sending me these pics and links. 

   So what do you think? Latexo says Latex, I say PVC/Vinyl

and lastly. A superbly funny little clip, to which all us vinyl lovers and wearers will relate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JJAqMVEivc

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Andy

New Art. Dec' the Halls with bells and Andy

Hi Everyone
  Time for a Christmas special, I wanted to get this out a little early, just in case you were going away, and i did not want you to miss it.
 Well I never intended this to get this big and to be honest I was happy when I was finished, but I wanted to do a Christmas piece of Christmas art but with a difference, not sexy Santa, or helpless Elf, something that only Jane and the people at Boy? could come up with. It also features for the first time, StrangeQuirk Laboratories, a company we will be hearing more of in the future.
  Not fitting into any particular time line outside of the obvious,this really has all you need in the art and text, all 9 pages of it!  10 if you count the double spread.
 Hope you enjoy and I might have a little to say at the end
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Andy

Hello again

   Well I hope I was right, you won't see too many Nutcraker sissies this year, especially ones melt wrapped.

Originally I had drawn the outfit as just that a cute Nutcracker soldier but then I had the idea of moulding Andy into part of the decorations to Janes big house and so it developed into this all in one melted on suit. It had to be in vinyl, A) because it was shrink wrap and  B) because it would give Andy thatt ultra smooth, permanently shiny and semi-rigidity needed to become an cute decoration.

  I would like to thank our friend Dr Strangequirk for allowing me to us his name and I believe our very own intrepid reporter Amanda Keira is paying the ;Laboratories a visit soon, so maybe we will find out more next time I hear from her, over there in the US.

  I will be back before Christmas, with a little Christeen, but until then

XXX

Andy

Katy Perry always in fashion

Hi Everyone
   Firstly, Thank you so much for your votes, the polls are still open and now a quick post from Amanda K in LA. 

Hello form LA.

I seems that despite her on going court case, the gorgeous and fun Katy Perry can still shine on a night out. 

This time the shine was provided by this  hot vinyl mac/dress.

In LA for SmoothSlicknShiny. I'm Amanda Keira

XXX

"With Love On your Retirement" . A new story

                      

Hi Everyone

 Here is a new story, It is not perfect, could have had more of an edit and reworking, but i have re-written it 3 or 4 times and just want to post it as it is now. Because of this concentration issue in my head, this is the first full length piece I have been able to write for ages and it has taken me since last November to complete and it might not take you where you think you are going.

  This is part 1 of about 3.

Hope you enjoy

XXX

                         With Love On Your                                                  Retirement.

                             A Fantasy by AndyLatex

     The discussions had gone on a long time. Should we get Ms Holden a clock, for her retirement, or perhaps some jewellery, or even perfume. No, Jane Emma  Holden was not that dull.  Jane Emma Holden was an exceptional woman.

  Independent and cultured, stunningly beautiful and blessed with a body and figure well below her 60 years, she had never been married, nor indeed had expressed any desire to be so and although here private life was very private we all guessed her emotional and sexual needs were well catered for by the often mentioned Jenna.

 Permanently stilettoed and leather clad she was a confident woman who wore her immaculate grey hair with honour and with one look from her crystal blue eyes, could dominate all those around. Whilst her kind and warm nature drew the utmost obedience and loyalty from her staff  from the lowest store boy to the stores very own deputy manager……and that… was me.

   

No it had to be something special, something we knew she would really cherish and adore, something personal and as unique as the woman herself….. and that was when we had our idea.

 

  I had been looking out from my office as our young window dresser Andy had been re-Skinning one of the mannequins when it came to me, Re skinning is a term we use for literally re applying the polished skin to one of our models, over the years they get worn with use and the ultra thin and smooth vinyl skin is placed over the cleaned mannequin then with a heat gun or hair dryer the plastic is shrunk to fit. This can take some time but the finish is important. Then once that is done a final permanent sealant is sprayed prevent the new skin decaying. Usually an un sealed skin loosens after a few weeks so it is important to…..I do apologise, why ever am I boring you with this.

   Any way the idea I had was perfect, unique, special and very, very naughty indeed.

      A week later I called the young man from display to my office. Andrew was a sweet, nice young man, very polite  and tidy, and despite the fact that he was well under half my age, also very cute and innocently sexy . He had only been with the store for 6 months, straight from school, but had shown himself to be very reliable and eager to please. Traits I had noted during his 6 month appraisal and contract formalisation meeting a few days earlier.

   He looked nervous as he entered my office , but  I quickly told him he was in no trouble and that quite the opposite. I explained about Ms Holden and that part of her retirement gift had been delivered to the local post office and I needed him to pop out during his lunch break to collect it for me. Typical of him he eagerly accepted his task, not caring that he would have to give up a large part of his well earned break.

   An hour later, the large plain box in arms he returned to my office. Sweetly he even apologised for being so long and In return thanked him dearly.

“I won’t forget this Andrew”, I said, a tingle of excitement fluttering through me as he handed me the box, the box in which was contained something so wicked, so stunningly erotically naughty that I could barely resist opening it up there and them before him. But no, I remained as cool as I could and placing the box under my desk added I would need him to help with Ms Holdens gift later that week.

  He beamed with pride at being involved in such an important event.

   And so, on the eve of Ms Holdens retirement a few weeks later, myself, the other female department heads , met in the ladies department after the store had closed and a few minutes later we were joined by one more very important person.

   “I am so glad you came Andrew”, I said. Offering him a glass of the champagne we had opened earlier and beckoning him into the perfume scented group. “I think you all know Andrew here, He has been has been secretly running our errands and helping prepare our gift”

  He was clearly nervous, having never had much contact with half of the group before, he  stumbled sweetly over his thank you’s ,before taking a rather large glup of the sparkling champagne. 

 It was Ms Jordan, head of design who calmed his doubts, “Do not worry young man”, she purred in her satin smooth Texan accent. “We have been planning this evening for weeks. Trying to think what to get Ms Holden. After all, Money, success, beauty, she has it all, so we had to think of something very, very special and you proved an inspiration”.

  Again a glow of pride flushed his cheeks. Which deepened still when Ms Steel added her thanks, saying how she had seen him always eager to please and very conscientious about his duties, “A real asset”.

   I waited for each of my colleagues and friends to finish, noting their very approving looks and secret smiles. Our glances and barely perceptible nods, linking us all in agreement that our plan was perfect. I smiled.

 “Well let us waste no more time”, I said relieving him of the glass, before taking his hand. feeling him jump with surprise at my gesture,  “Come along Andrew we’ll show you”.

 I led him up the carpeted stairway, my colleges following and through to the warmly perfumed ladies departments. “We really struggled”, I said keeping up my calming commentary. “We could not come up with anything unique and beautiful. But then it came to us. Now baring in mind she is retiring to Monaco, we have decided on something practical and beautiful”.

  When Andrew sees the mannequin before him ,he comes to a sudden stop. For a moment I let him stare, I feel his hands warm in mine. “Well? What do you think, do you like it?”

  For a long moment he was lost for words. Hardly surprising really, after all it was not a common event to be asked to comment on a mannequin dressed in the impossibly frilly and  feminine uniform of a French maid. Especially one made of rubber!!.

 “Andrew?”. Ms Steel said, her hand on his shoulder

 Finally he found a voice, it was soft and trembling, “Its Um…v..very nice”, he whispered.

  “Do you really think so”. I squeezed his hand and drew him closer to the mannequin, “oh I’m so glad, we did not know if it was a little over the top, you know having it made entirely of rubber, but I love it”.

  Again a pause, a long pause, “Um, a…no its fine”. He stammered totally unsure of just how to answer.

“Don’t worry this and the others, are all made to measure ,so they will fit perfectly”.

 “Others?” he asked almost without thought.

  “Uniforms. I think we ordered ten, all in different colours. No I think there are 3 Black ones, formal and various shades of Pink and of cause red”. I gestured to the wetly glistening dress before us. Taking up the hem and offering it into his nervous hand . “All rubber, or Latex as it is called, a couple of long ones but mostly short like this. Plus underwear, petticoats etc, a full waredrobe, day  and night. I think it cost almost £4000 in all”.

 For a moment he seemed lost in the outfits shiny sparkle, his fingers rolling the smooth liquid like material in his fingers, then “ For who?”

   My stomach tingled, I had been waiting for this moment. I glanced to my colleges, sharing the moment. “Sorry?” I toyed.

   “For who?”, he repeated, “You….you said they were made to measure…….for who?”.

  “Oh my”, I teased, “I thought it was obvioius. Why,they are for you Andrew”.

  “M….Me?, but you can’t expect…” The look on his face was a dream, his eyes just widened with shock.

  “Why so shocked Andrew, there are no lines these days between a male or female job. I know you will make a perfect Maid, as Ms Steel said, you are a real asset to….”, But I could not contain myself and broke into a wide smile.

   “Oh I am sorry Andrew, that was naughty of me, do forgive me. No they are for Ms Holden Maid, Jenna. Ms Holden revealed a secret to us a few years ago, that she likes polished and shiny outfits. I don’t know why it was a shock I mean can you recall seeing her out of  those gorgeous leather pants, we can’t. Anyway with that in mind and Jenna measurements we thought we would surprise her. Don’t worry Jenna is in full agreement and she has such a beautiful body, these will look….Are you OK Andrew?”  I looked to our young guest, his face was red and flushed. “Oh I am sorry Andrew that was thoughtless of me. I do apologise for teasing you then, I do hope you can forgive me”.

  Andrew nodded, but he still looked a little shocked and confused.

  “Sorry Ms Kirkwood”, He mumbled, “but I feel a little dizzy”

  “That’s ok Andrew”, I took his hand, “Nothing to worry your pretty head about Andrew. It is just the sedative taking effect.”. As I spoke his eyes raised to mine.

  “Seda…..”

Oh, he had no idea what I was talking about or indeed of what was about to happen to him and as I stroked his cheek his slump into unconsciousness was caught by the other ladies.

                                                                                                                To be continued