Having finished her face, she painted her nails, again in bright red. Once these had dried, she was ready to get dressed. The first thing that she put on was the knickers. If these had been cut in cotton, they would have been called grandma knickers. However, the bright red latex seemed to convey certain sexuality so that they looked very promiscuous, despite being so large that they covered her belly button. Wiping off the excess talcum powder, Alison turned her attention to her stockings, which were also made of bright red latex. She sprinkled liberal amounts of talcum powder inside the stockings so that they glided effortlessly up her smooth legs.

Next Alison reached for the boots. Apart from the corset, these were her favourite purchase. They gloss white, PVC, thigh high, boots with red laces that ran all of the way up the front that sported the most ridiculous six-inch heels. Alison had contemplated doing the Time Warp in these with dread and had therefore been practising wearing the boots, every evening when she got home from work, for the past two weeks. She was now quite confident that she could not only walk, but dance in them. Having pulled the boots on to her legs, she sat down on the bed and started to lace them up, pulling as hard as she could in order to get the tightest fit. Alison did not know why she liked having the boots so tight, since it made it harder for her to balance. It just felt right somehow.

Standing with practised grace, Alison then opened the front of her corset before placing it around her mid rift and securing the front. This was her favourite item. It was white with a red lightning stripe down the front, giving it a futuristic, flash Gordon look. Reaching behind, she started the long and difficult task of lacing the corset up. After half an hour, and several stops to adjust the garment, she had eventually tightened the laces up enough to make a difference to her figure, without restricting her breathing. By the time that she had finished pulling and fidgeting, the laces had lengthened considerably behind her. Grabbing the ends, Alison tied them in to a large bow. The laces were still too long and so she repeated the process twice more until the laces were of a manageable length. She then attached the six suspender straps from the corset to the tops of her stockings, which poked, over the top of her boots by three inches.

With her figure secured, she now moved on to the posture collar, or more precisely, the posture corset. This followed the red and white theme of her outfit; being made of glosses white rubber and sporting bright red laces at the front. The collar, while laced at the front, employed catches at the back so that Alison opened the collar, placed it around her neck and locked the collar in place before undoing the bow at the front of the collar and pulling the laces tightly until her neck was securely jacketed, her chin held high and sideways movement was impossible.

Satisfied, she turned her attention to her hair. Sitting at her dressing table she undid the towel around her head before brushing her hair. Taking two long strands of hair, from either side of her brow and working white dye in to them. Once she had dried these strands with the hair dryer, she worked thick jell in to her hair. Keeping the white strands separate, she back combed and styled her hair, surgically applying the hair dryer, until it was combed into a backwards explosion of long, spiky hair. Finally she coated the white streaks with hair jell and then combed these in to the front of the hair. Once she had dried these in place she then sprayed her hair with a generous coating of hair spray. The final result was a cross between the bride of Frankenstein meets Cruela DeVile. Perfect.

Picking up her new earrings, she secured them in place before appraising herself in the dressing table mirror. The Bright red three inch discs that now adorned her ears would have looked ridiculous when worn with any other outfit, but for this outfit and in a Rocky Horror context which, after all was a show that took the proverbial out of 1950’s and 60’s horror films, it was ideal.

Next she pulled on a pair of full length, white rubber, fingerless gloves that were attached to her middle digit only and sported bright red laces. These were again laced up tightly.

Standing up Alison approached the full-length mirror next to her wardrobe. The effect was stunning. She looked great. It was a pity that she could not pull the laces on her corset any tighter, but she would have to be happy with the effect. It still looked damn good.

Finally, she transferred her purse to her new handbag, which was made of bright red PVC and was shaped in to the shape of a corset, with a zip on the top and bright white laces, zig zagging down the front in imitation of the garment she was wearing.

Picking up the bedroom telephone she ordered a taxi before donning her new, red rubber raincoat and tying it loosely around her middle. She looked; she had to admit, stunning.

One of the Masters Little Suarez

She arrived at the bar in good time, ordering herself a drink and positioning herself so that she could spy her quarry when he arrived. She was soon spotted by her fellow co-workers, who were all amazed at her transformation quizzing her intently on who the lucky man was and where she had brought such an outrageous costume. One girl showed a particular interest. She had also come, to Allison’s amazement, in rubber.

Alison was surprised to learn that Bobby also worked at her firm, from the marketing section. The girls chatted amiably for several minutes, while Alison kept a discrete eye on the door for the arrival of her quarry. Bobby, short for Roberta, admired the corset and suggested that it could be made even tighter. Alison explained that she had tied it as tightly as she could but it was difficult to get enough leverage. Before she could say another word, Alison found herself being whisked to the bathroom by the other girl. Although smaller, Bobby was surprisingly strong and soon Alison was grunting while holding on to the sink in the ladies room, as the other girl heaved on the laces.

By the time that they had finished, Alison considered, her waist had shrunk by at least two inches. If she looked good before, she now looked fabulous. They returned to the bar just as the admission bell chimed and the two girls made their way in to the auditorium. Alison scanned the crowd as they made their way to the seats, but was not able to find Simon. Disappointed, she slipped in to her seat. To her surprise Bobby sat next to her.

�Well isn’t that a coincidence. The only two rubber clad girls in the company have tickets right next to each other,� Bobby exclaimed with a mischievous grin as she waved her ticket at Alison.

OK, so the love of her life had not turned up. No knight in shining armour, or at least no stilettos and fish nets. But at least she had found someone that she could enjoy the evening with.

Bobby turned out to be the perfect person to go to the Rocky with. She knew all of the responses that a fan is expected to hurl at the stage. She knows all of the parts where you would throw rice, water, or wave lighters. There were even a couple of responses that she had not read on the web page. By the end of the show, the two girls where chatting and joking like two old school friends. The only draw back, apart from the fact that Simon had not shown his face, was that her feet were killing her. However, Alison put on her bravest face, linked her arm with Bobbies and strode off towards the nightclub.

The club was everything that one would expect from a town centre establishment. Although the girls had no trouble getting in, the men were definitely not wearing what the bouncers considered suitable club attire. However, after much discussion and the fact that the company had pre-booked tables, allowed the workforce to continue their outing.

The advantage of being young, pretty, female and clad from head to toe in rubber ensured that neither girl was short for a drink, or company. However, the girls managed to play their admirers without actually having to leave with any of them, which was a welcome change. It was, Alison considered, like watching a wrestling match. As soon as one of them was getting in to trouble, the other would leap in and distract the other enough to ensure that they were not cornered, although the butt pinching and slapping was more than would normally be expected if they had been wearing ordinary club clothes.

By the end of the evening, both girls were shattered. Alison collapsed in to a booth seat while Bobby went to get drinks. Alison scanned the crowd, admiring the fact that, despite the length of the evening, some of her colleagues were still going strong. She was even quite impressed by some of the men. Perkins, from brought ledger had really made an effort to look the part and she was amazed that, not only had he worn five-inch stilettos, but was also quite graceful in them.

At the bar, Bobby took the two drinks and in a nimble feet of misdirection that would have put a stage magician to shame, uncorked a small vile and poured clear liquid in to one of the drinks, before returning the bottle to her bag and carrying the drinks over to the booth.

Alison sipped her drink as she chatted to Bobby. It really has been a long night, she reflected as the first tell tale signs of having too much alcohol started to rear its ugly, swaying head and she suggested that it was time to look for a taxi. Five minutes later, the two girls were standing in line for the next taxi. Alison was beginning to feel slightly woozy and had to lean on Bobby for support. When she started to slur her words Bobby advised her that she did not look so well.

�Look, I can’t let you go like this, you don’t look so good. You can stay at my place tonight OK�

Alison was too disorientated to argue and allowed herself to be bundled in to the taxi. She did not catch the address that Bobby gave to the driver. She did not feel herself lean in to the other girl as she collapsed against the other girl. She might have felt the other girl run her hands over her legs and fondle her breasts and only had a vague idea that she might have been kissed.

The River of Nights Dreaming