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Though it was only tucked away a few blocks from the bustle of the city, Tom Row couldn’t help but turn his brown eyes on his girlfriend standing in the afternoon light and wonder how she had found this place.

Cali Rounder stood about a head shorter than him, right now looking in her own blue eyes with a pocket mirror, fixing her glasses and fiddling with her neck-length blonde hair, a sharp contrast to his “boring brown” as she teased him, short and simple. She was soft (not that he was cut with muscles) and curvy (which he decidedly was NOT), noticed best by the plump bottom that filled her jeans, and full, heavy breasts that Tom couldn’t fully hold in his hands, and which he knew from experience looked fucking incredible in a shiny corset.

And that was the secret they shared that made them so crazy about each other: for however normal they both looked, they were a kinky pair that never got off better than with latex, leather, and a bit of role play. Whether being his slave or his mistress, the sight of her in the kinds of suits and set ups he’d looked at for so long on the net got him more than a little excited.

“Hehehe, how about this for your first suit Tom?”

Cali gestured at the big display window where there was something like a pen with two mannequins, covered in glossy black latex from head to paw-gloved hand and foot, with cat tails, strap on dildos, collars, and cat-eared hoods with tinted lenses.

A bit too big a step for me today. Tom thought to himself, Not to mention how much it must cost.

“Hey, I said okay to wearing latex, not to selling my organs to do it.” He laughed, but he was honestly a little nervous and excited to be doing this in the flesh and he eyed the sign, a beckoning cat done in a metallic finish. “I don’t want to get too deep just yet. Let’s look around first. Maybe they will have some speedos or something.”

“Okay, okay, come on, I called ahead, so the shopkeep should be waiting for us. We’ll have the store to ourselves for a little while to get you suited up.”

And with that, Tom walked forward and held open the small door, following after his curvy girlfriend into Pretty Kitty’s Latex Emporium.

It was quite warm inside the store, more than Tom expected, and at first glance there was no one around, just a sea of shiny sex, costumes, toys, and all the bits and pieces that make it all work. The smell of it rolled over him, and he shared a brief look with his girlfriend as his blood started to pump. He was still nervous, but it was like a latex wonderland, and he couldn’t help being excited and a little turned on already.

From behind the counter ahead of them, a young woman stepped out and strode towards them with a greeting, but Tom was too busy looking to hear it.

She was a pale woman in her twenties, with blue eyes behind oversized round glasses. Her hair was gray, must be dyed, Tom thought briefly, and pulled back into a casual, sloppy ponytail. But while her hair was different, it was her slim body that he was drawn to, wrapped up like one of his fantasies. She wore a metallic silver bodysuit with short sleeves like a t-shirt, and that reached down past the glossy short shorts and belt that she wore, ending around her mid-thigh, and shining like a mirror with polish. She wore a tight top that matched her shorts, glossy black with a zipper that ran from her neck down between her B-cup breasts, further emphasizing them. Black latex leggings ran from below her knees down, ending in matching shoes. And after Cali stepped on his foot, he realized she was offering him a short black latex-gloved hand.

“You must be Tom. Welcome to Pretty Kitty’s. I’m Bri. Licorice?”

Cali declined with a sidelong glare at him, but Tom, feeling embarrassed, could do nothing but accept it with a thanks, and apologize for gawking, which she waved off.

“That’s exactly why I’m dressed like this. Sex is never going to sell harder than in a sex shop, right? And what better way to get people relaxed and ready to spend then showing off some of what we have for sale? And here, excuse me.” Stepping past them, she picked up a sign off the floor, setting it on the door. “And there! As we discussed, the next 90 minutes are all for working on Tom here.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll need that much time. I’d like to start out smaller, and try it out first. Maybe something like a shirt or some speedos.”

“Absolutely. Please, follow me.”

A short time later, Tom was in the dressing room in the corner of the store with a tight black latex shirt in hand, feeling warm and chewing a second piece of licorice. Given the warmth of the store, he was actually happy to take off his shirt a bit, setting it on a small stool while he picked up a bottle of oil off a small single shelf.

Popping the cap, he was surprised to find that it had a nice, heady kind of scent, and was doubly surprised when he began rubbing it on himself, realizing it wasn’t just lube, but some kind of oil, and the fragrance blossomed as he started rubbing his chest and stomach, feeling his skin tingle in a way that was strange, but not unpleasant, and being new, it distracted enough that he almost forgot to lube up the inside of the shirt, but caught himself, shuddering to think what would happen if he damaged any of the gear on sale.

All Tom’s worries were forgotten though when he slid the shirt on. The feel of the latex on his oiled skin as he pulled it into place was unlike anything he’d felt before, and more than he’d imagined. He smoothed it out gently, and seeing his chest in shiny black, he stepped out of the changing room.

“Hey hey, looking good!”

“Hmm. It’s a start. But it feels incomplete though when it’s *just* the shirt.

“I know just the hot pants to match! And I’ll bring you more black licorice sir?
“Ahh, sure, thank you for that.”

Shortly, Tom was back in the room, chewing two more pieces of licorice and stripping off his underwear for a pair of tight black hot pants, and after a bit more oiling, he slid the shorts up, turning his tingling, oiled crotch into a sleek bulge. He didn’t know whether it was the oil or just the excitement, but the latex pressed against his sensitive skin felt more than good, but right, like his fantasies were meant to lead to this. Looking at himself in the mirror and feeling warm, he couldn’t help but run a hand against his bulge, sending a shudder through him with the sensation of touch through the latex, pressing against it from both sides.

“Are you alright in there sir? Did something happen?”

“Come on Tom! Stop hiding and come out already.”

Tom blinked with a start and realized he had been staring blankly at the mirror, caressing himself with a cupped hand, and hurried out, trying to hide his embarrassment as he accepted another licorice piece, despite his mouth being thick with the taste.

“I do thank you, and I like licorice enough, but is it okay to give me all these?”

Bri smiled and brushed off the question with a flick of her wrist.
“Psh! We got them as free samples to give out, but surprise surprise, not a lot of people come into a high-class fetish store, and even less like black licorice. Please, relax without worries.”
“…Sure.”

“Mmmm. I don’t know my love. It’s nice, but it’s just not the same as a one piece suit.”

“This is literally my first time wearing this stuff. I said I wanted to start small, remember? Not to mention,” He broke off and rubbed his thumb and fingers together, not wanting to talk money in front of the store clerk.

He wasn’t subtle enough, however.

“Oh, if you were looking at something like my bodysuit here,” Bri swept a hand down, emphasizing her silvery second skin “not only does it stay easier to put on, but the price is still very reasonable. Plus we not only accept credit, but have several different options for payment plans~” she reported with the cheerful smile of a salesman at work.

He turned his eyes back to Cali. “You know the difference Tom. And think of how good it’ll feel~.”

Her pointed stare and small smile made him think about some of the pics saved on his computer, and he had to throw up his hands in surrender. It wasn’t like he disliked it so far, and if it made his girl happy, it was fine to just relax and not worry about it right now, rather than argue.

So he stood naked in the changing room, oiling himself up more as he chewed absentmindedly, feeling warm and pleasantly swamped in tingling scent of the oil in his nose and on his skin along with the taste of the licorice that felt like it was starting to overflow from his watering mouth, like it was seeping into his head and trickling down his body as he smacked his lips. But the shop clerk’s words came back to just relax and not worry, and he figured that was the right option as he got dressed into the next suit.