Click, click, click... The sounds of Jean's heels echoed through the hallways once more, hurrying straight back to the spot where she got them. What she was going to do once she got there? She honestly had no idea. There was the confused idea in her head that maybe, just maybe, she could draw out the culprit with her presence. She wasn't even halfway there when he struck again.
The smell of rubber filled her nostrils while her clothes suddenly clung to her in a very peculiar manner. She gasped in shock at her clothes; they had turned into shiny black latex. With a trembling hand she touched the sleeve of her jacket. "It's rubber..." Her eyes darted around in panic, expecting to see people staring and pointing at her in shock. But, like before, they were going about their business as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Jean shook her head and spun on her heel, not knowing just how quickly she could walk back to the safety of her office. All the while her clothes creaked with every step, with every movement. Yet no one took notice.
As she closed the door behind her she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The combination of stiletto heels and latex clothes made her look achingly sexy, she could certainly get behind the idea of dressing like this to work. Right now, though, she had to stop whoever was behind this before he went too far. She planted her latex clad bottom in her chair and reached for her pen. Suddenly she was hit by a bout of intense arousal. Biting her lip she looked down between her legs and spread them wide. Her hand reached down to gently tease herself through the layers of latex with her golden pen. She hadn't even had the chance to take the cap off, let alone write anything.
Jean parted her lips, letting a soft moan escape. Images of herself dressed in high heels and latex flooded her mind. By now her whole hand was rubbing her crotch. Soon, the pen dropped to the floor as she lost herself in sexual reverie.