Ch4

Thought whirred inside Mary’s brain. “Am I really into this stuff, or is it just the endorphins of this whole new thing, new sensations and new adventures?”. Going for a shower, washing off the lubricant and the sweat from the latex felt refreshing. Almost, as much as just having the new feel and trying out this stuff. “Please, please, kinky mind! Keep me off browsing porn websites for this stuff, half the nights, please!”. She dried off herself, put on her own clothes, and went out to a sitting arrangement in the main entrance hall, where Jean sat waiting. “Ready, yeah?”, Jean asked, to which Mary nodded. “Off with us, then!”, she said. They walked to a set of garages, at the side of the house. Jean pressed a button on one of the garage doors, revealing a big, red SUV. “Hop in, little bird!”, herself hopping into the drivers seat. Mary went in, sitting on the front passenger seat, looking around, while Jean entered the name of the road, where May had left her car. The car was covered in tan leather, on the inside, smelling as fresh as that can be. “Well – We’re off!”, They drove down the couple hundred feet to the main gate.

The first part of the trip went quietly. Mary just looking out the windows, avoiding eye contact with Jean. Jean noticed, smirking and then asked “So – How did you find it? The rubber thing?”. Mary looked at Jean through the corners of her eyes. “Erm..It was ‘interesting’?”. “If you need some time to process it all, take what you need! But if you want to try some more, or get introduced to more in that realm, in general, just poke me! – Also, I got a little thing, to perhaps help you get a bit more accustomed, and see if you would seek it out some more, yeah?”. Jean pressed a button on the steering wheel, which opened the glove box. A black cardboard box, marked “Henson Rubberworks”, with a white sticker on the front. “For Mary”, plus Jean’s phone number. “No sweat – Apart from if you try out the contents”, Jean giggled. “So how did you find it? The latex clothing?”. Mary sighed through her nose, then went. “It was something! I actually think I liked it? – The sleeve thingies really set the brain in motion, but that was nothing, compared to the shirt and leggings – It all felt so weird, but so empowering, as well! I could live life, with this stuff, without ever needing a low-life guy, trying to push his way into my life”. Jean snickered. “I get what you mean – For me, one thing is being high in status, but also most men get scared by me, and my tendencies – It’s hard, sometimes, but for now, I have my staff of robotics, and being the main ideas lady, and product tester, for the more kinky side of the business””.

15 minutes into the drive, Mary sat, trying not to think too much about it all, just looking through her side window. Jean smirked, while taking a short look at her. “You know what – Poke at the little present in the box, yeah? And then, if you feel like trying some more, or something else, in that realm, just call me, okay? – It might be Whetherby, the butler robot answering, but still!”. Mary side-eyed Jean for a moment, then smiling at her. She opened the box, finding a pair of black latex boyshorts, a ballgag and a bottle of lubricant. She smiled, looking out the front windshield, when Jean put her hand on Mary’s hand, in between them. “You good, yeah, Little Bird?”. Mary looked at Jean. “I guess so – We’ll see how much I dare, when it comes down to it, okay?”. Jean put her arm around Mary’s shoulders, almost driving into the wrong lane, while leaning. “Ooop, shit!”, she exclaimed, getting the car back in the right lane. “Luckily, there’s barely any traffic on this side of my house”, she said. A few silent minutes, and they started just talking without any real purpose or direction. “Well, we still have a good 10-12 minutes driving, left! So – I guess we gotta fill the time! – Feel free to open the music streaming app on the car”. Jean, slightly split-minded, tried juggling both the car, and starting the app. “I’d love to hear some of the stuff, you’re into!”. She poked out a new playlist. “Put in your name, and put on a few tracks!”. Mary sat for a moment. “Err – Anything?” – “Anything”, Jean went. Mary then poked through the searches, adding a bit of everything. A couple of tracks of Rammstein, Kashmir, The Midnight, Vangelis, adding them all the playlist. Taking a quick peek, Jean went “Ah damn! So both a bit of the big, emotional release, and the brutish heavyness, with the Ramm’s?”, then starting the playlist from the top. “Damn! I hope we aren’t going full on ‘Mein Teil’!”, she went. “Yeah, ugly story!”, Mary replied. “I’m not into blood and gore, either, so probably won’t go “Ich Tu Dir Weh”, either”, to which Jean tried keeping in a giggle, then sputtering out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m ‘Dangerous’ but not ‘that kind’ of dangerous, little bird!”.

Arriving at the car, finding the mechanic with his minivan waving them down. “Hello, ladies! You wouldn’t happen to be Jean and Mary?”. They stepped out of Jeans car, going in to shake his hand. “Wow-wow-wow, careful! My hands are dirty!”. “No problem!”, Jean went, holding forth her hand, again, surprising the mechanic, who held out his. “Well – The car’s going, again! But you might need to fix a good walk-through, before next MOT! – It’ll be 250 quid, for now, though”. “250 quid? Holy cheese!”, Mary thought, the moment before Jean pulled out her handbag, pulled out a debit card, and paid, without asking. “There! This should do it”, pressing the chip to the mechanic’s portable car terminal, then turning to Mary. “I hope you’ll be around, soon, yeah, little bird!”, hugging a shivering Mary. “I’ll keep touch, at least!”, Mary said, stepping into her car, driving off, while Jean and the mechanic stood behind, waving. “Holy cheese, for a trip!”, Mary thought.

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