Franc #2

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They look like rubber boxers with a sock in the front – like those novelty elephant ones you see around Halloween. Except these are solid pink. Shiny and pink.

She’s on fuckin’ drugs if she thinks there is any chance in hell I’m wearin’ this.

Anyway, they’re too small – stretch is one thing but come on. The label said large, but labels have lied before.

My cell rings and I check the number. As expected, it’s Franc.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts.” I say.

“Bobby.” The ‘bee’ part has this kind of lilt that’s usually cute but today it’s whiney.

“No freakin’ way.” She’s not gonna win this time. “Besides it won’t fit.”

“Yes it will. It stretches.”

“Not that much.”

“Yes. That much.”

“Aw, come on! I’m not wearing this thing in front of my mother!”

“No! Bobby!” I can almost see her blushing over that one. “Under your pants. Geez!”

“Christ! You know what I mean. I’m not going to be comfortable knowing my mother and these things are in the same building never mind the same room together.”

“Bobby.” She whines again. “Please?”

“No way, Franc. Not gonna happen.”

She’s silent for a minute. Then she says, “Wear it or I won’t come tonight.”

“Aw, come on!” I’m trying not to shout but I know that tone of hers. She hangs up. Yeah, it’s rude but the conversation’s done and she does that. She’s done talking anyway; either I give in and wear the damn things or I go to dinner with my parents alone. She’s supposed to be meeting them today. Since it’s my damn birthday, I really don’t want to argue with her.

I pick up the boxers again. I could see if they were black; that might be kinda kinky. I pick up the phone and dial her back.

“Why pink?”

She’s silent for a minute and I can imagine her frowning. Then hesitantly she says, “It’s part of a set.”

“A set?” I can’t even guess what you would wear with this. “Where’s the rest of it?”

She’s silent again, longer this time. “It’s a surprise.”

I don’t know why I’m fighting – ever since this relationship started, she gets her way every damn time. I used to have a spine. Now it’s like that damn TV show of hers – resistance is fucking futile. “Promise me this is gonna be worth my time.”

“It will.”

I sigh, “What are you wearing tonight?” I ask, mostly to sooth my bruised ego. I can’t believe I’m gonna put these things on.

She’s quiet again – which is a good sign. It usually means she’s wearing something sexy. “It’s a surprise.” She finally squeaks.

“Give me one detail.” I prod. “Shoes.”

“Well,” she pauses, “I bought new boots.”

“High heel?”

“Four inch. But they’re kind of thick not the spiky kind.”

I love her taste in boots. I feel a pleasant throb in my groin. “OK, you win. I’ll wear ‘em.”

“Really?” the lilt is back.

“Really. I’ll see you at 7.”

Franc’s right – they do stretch. Like a second skin. I have a little trouble getting my dick into the sock because the joint at the base seems even tighter than the rest but once I realize that there is a separate ball sack, I get them on ok. They feel kind of like an all over condom, which annoys me a little – until I put on my pants. Then it’s this kind of weird tight squeezing but at the same time like I’m not wearing anything at all. I could see how this could become a whole lot of fun real fast. I just hope I don’t get a erection during dinner; unlike my usual brief, these things do nothing to diminish that embarrassing tent.

My folks are pretty cool – very open, but not in a creepy way. They stay out of my life in general but Mom likes having birthday dinners as a family. Four times a year, she says, you can suffer a meal. So, rather than argue the point, my brother and I just show up and let Dad pay for dinner. This year, Rich brought his latest boyfriend Bradford and their “roommate” Cindy – which is only a little suspicious because Rich’s apartment is a one-bed room basement. She’s a hot little blonde slut in a micro mini and spiked heels. She’s sleeping on the couch and I’m a virgin. I’m looking up her skirt because I’m a complete dick, so sue me.

Franc’s late which is a shock because she’s never been late before but that gives Mom plenty of time to update me on current family news and grill me on what Franc is like. “She’s nice, Mom. Ok? She’s not like my usual girls. She’s cute. A little shy, but really damn smart. She’s just, I don’t know, nice.” I leave out the part about her being a card carrying sci-fi geek – nobody needs to know about that.

“What on earth is she doing with you?” Mom asks.

Rich and crew laugh out right and even Dad has to crack a smile. I start to get indignant except I can’t answer the question either. I could tell them it’s because I can make her scream five nights out of seven but that’s not the sort of thing you share with your parents. I get up and look out the door again. This time, to my surprise, see Franc’s car is in the lot. I turn around and check the restaurant lobby again; Franc’s nowhere to be seen. Maybe she’s in the bathroom, I think and turn to find out and stop cold. Behind me is one of those visions you only see in real expensive porn flicks.

It’s Franc and she’s outdone herself. For starters, she ditched her glasses and I can see her bright brown eyes for once. Her solid black hair is out and curly and draping over bare milk chocolate colored shoulders. Her impressive rack is encased in a top that laces up like a corset to pushes them up but covers all that enticing cleavage with sleeves from just off her shoulders to her wrists. Her skintight pants look painted on with no VPL but severe camel toe. Then I see the boots – thigh high, lace up, thick high heels. Everything is pink. Everything is latex. The last time she wore something like this was the first night I banged her; she wore white spandex then. This is so much hotter that for a moment I honestly can’t breathe.

My dick’s suddenly so hard it hurts. So this is Franc’s surprise. Judging by the cheesy grin and the fourteen shades of red she turns, I guess I gave her the response she wanted. I notice that my mouth is open so I try to say something to tell her how I feel, just how incredible she looks. “Ho-ly shit!” Is what comes out.

She bites her lip and blushes even more, “Yeah?”

I nod stupidly, “Oh yeah. Oh hell yeah.” Then a brain cell turns on and a cold shower washes clean through me, “Are you crazy? These are my parents! I just finished telling them what a nice girl you are. Now you show up looking like the whore of Babylon.”

Her face quiets – but to my shock it doesn’t fall, “I think they’ll understand. Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Uh, ok.” She’s usually only that confident when she playing a game – when she knows all the rules and how to play her advantage. I confess, when Franc’s in her element she’s hot. I caught her at her office once when she was the middle of an investigation. She had a couple FBI agents crying for their mommies by the time she was done with them. She’s hell on wheels when she knows what she doing – she goes all shy when she’s out of her element. It makes me a little nervous here and now though, ‘cause it’s like I’m a pawn and she’s in charge. Then I remember she made me wear pink underwear – she is in charge.

I get more nervous when my mother greets her like an old friend and doesn’t bat an eye at the latex outfit. Rich can’t resist a comment and Bradford and I both hit him. When we get to a table by chance or design, I’m sitting across from Franc so I can look but not touch – which is probably a good thing because I wouldn’t keep my hands off her if I could reach her. I notice the restaurant seats us in a seclude space in the back. No doubt, they knew about the latex before I did as well.

Appetizers arrive and Franc and Dad get into some boring conversation that threatens to put the rest of us to sleep. I’m still hard. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s more to these briefs than I realized. Then it hits me and I nearly choke on my salad – the damn things must have a built-in cock ring. I’m actually glad that I’m wearing rubber underwear because I just about lost it at the table. When Franc got this ballsy, I don’t know but it’s definitely hot. If her outfit fits like my briefs do, she must feel like she walking around nude. This has got to be far and away the gutsiest thing she’s ever done and she did it for me. But she’s sitting there acting like she’s dressed for work, chatting mundanely with my family and sweatin’ my nuts with barely a glance. Her tits bounce every time she moves and she moves a lot tonight. If there are any other interesting events at dinner, I miss them because I’m too busy thinking about wearing Franc out when we get back to her place. I’m gonna to make her scream, loudly, then screw her until she’s begging me to stop. She has no idea how hard, how deep, how long, how…

Rich’s hand smacking the shit out of the back of my head wakes me, “Bob? Hello?”

“Dick!” I smack him back, “What?”

“Open it already.”

In front of me is a box. Ok, I’m a complete jackass; I’ve ignored everyone the whole meal. I open the box. It’s a nice pair of golf gloves and four passes to Dad’s golf club. Which, I gotta admit, is pretty cool. “Bradford, you play?”

“I little. I most ride in the cart and drink beer.”

“Good. We can let Dad and Dick here vie for the Master’s.” I clear my throat, “Look, sorry I’ve been a bit distracted tonight…” Cindy and Franc both snicker at that one and now I know Franc somehow planned all of this. “…but thanks. I really appreciate it. Next year’s on me.” Which is Rich and my ‘traditional’ toast, since Dad won’t let us pay, anyway. I try to pay attention to the conversation as dessert arrives and the waiters are convinced to skip the singing, but the incessant throbbing of my dick is driving me crazy. I love these people but if this meal doesn’t end soon, I’m going to burst. Finally I discover another working brain cell and excuse myself to the restroom.

Once in the privacy of the stall, I do something I’ve never done – I pull down the boxers and whack off right there. It doesn’t take long; I’m damn near hair trigger by now. It feels so good but I know banging Franc later is going to be even better. When I get back to the table, Franc and Cindy are just getting up to head for the ladies room and I stare at Franc’s abundant, pink latex-wrapped, black ass. I used to be a leg man; now it’s all about that ass. Franc looks like Strawberry Shortcake’s dominatrix sister and my dick jumps at the sight. They walk off and I can’t get the image of the two of them naked out of my mind. Which pretty much puts me back at square one.

Mom yawns, “Oh, excuse me! You know, I think your father and I will just run home.”

“You sure, Mom?” Rich actually sounds sorry, “You’ll have a blast.”

“No, dear. You kids run along and have fun.”

I glance between them, “What?”

“Cindy and Franc want to go dancing.” Bradford supplies for me.

“Shit.” It slips out and Rich and Dad both snicker. Mom slaps my wrist. “Sorry. Slipped.”

Eventually the women folk return, tits bobbing in tandem. Dad pays the bill and we all head for various cars. Franc makes a point of not letting me get close enough to touch her for more than a quick kiss. By now, I think everyone is in on the plan but me. After I bang Franc, I’m gonna kick Rich’s ass. I’d get Mom too, but even I’m not that big an asshole.

In the car, I call Franc. “Let’s go home and fuck.”

“Bobby!”

“Come on, you know you want too.”

“Well we would have if you hadn’t cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“You relieved yourself, didn’t you?”

“I went to the john, yeah.”

“And while you were in there, you…” she paused – blushing again, no doubt, “…you know.”

“Say it.” I love hearing her talk dirty. “What do you think I’m doing right now?” I’m not but I want to.

“Bobby!”

“Franchesca!” She hates it when I call her that.

“You masturbated in a public place, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, baby. And thought about fucking you while I did it.”

“Bobby!” She’s laughing, “That’s nasty!”

“You’re dressed in latex and I’m the nasty one.”

“But I’m not, you know, making a scene in public.”

“Oh hell yeah you are!” I’m rock hard again but I figure in a dance club, I can find a dark place to fix that. “You look like you’re naked in that thing. Is it eatable?”

“Bobby!” she giggles, “No it’s not. Oh, I think this is the turn.”

We’re following Rich to some club he knows and she hangs up the phone I presume to concentrate on driving. We park in a lot across from the seediest dive I have ever seen. I pull Rich aside as we all head to the front door. “This place is cool, right? We’re not going to have to fight our way out?”

“In that outfit, she’s going to have a problem anywhere but it’s cool.” Rich shakes his head, “She’s impressive, I’ll say. Why didn’t you tell me she was a comic book collector?”

I shrug. I’m not going to admit I didn’t know she was a comic book collector. And he must be gay if he thinks that’s the impressive part.

Inside, is a veritable meat market with a loud disco beat and more smoke than light. We find a table and get a round of drinks. Franc doesn’t drink much so I’m not surprised when she’s giggling with Cindy a quarter of the way through her strawberry daiquiri. I don’t mind – every time she giggles her nipples get just a little harder. Bradford suddenly grabs Rich and drags him off yelling about his song. I, on the other hand, know that Franc’s going to a little more time before I’m going to be able to coax her onto the dance floor. It’s worth it since the sex after she get warmed up is great. I am therefore stunned when Cindy pulls her on to the floor and starts dancing with her. Franc’s a little stiff because, well, just because she is but Cindy begins teaching her a couple moves and Franc looses up. I stay in the chair watching this little floorshow. It’s better that any strip club routine. The low light sets a kind of glow around the latex shine and Franc looks like she’s half naked and oiled down. She has a great body; a little plump but all over so she curvy and cuddly - not too skinny or too fat. The latex seems to highlight every detail of her bouncing tits and gyrating ass and my erection is throbbing again. Cindy rubs her ass into Franc crotch and I nearly drop my drink as Franc grabs the girl’s hips and grinds back. Cindy then proceeds to rub, squeeze and stroke Franc – allegedly as dance moves – and Franc returns the favors.

Franc looks over at me and smiles – which I figure is my cue to join in but when I stand up she shakes her head. Cindy grabs a shot from a passing waitress and pours it slowly over Franc who rubs the alcohol all over herself. At some point, she acquired pink latex gloves so now the only exposed skin is her shoulders and her face and neck. She gestures to Cindy who first sucks Franc’s fingers and then licks her body. This just became the best birthday in the history of birthdays anywhere, ever.

Five minutes, maybe. I watch for five minute before I can’t take it anymore. I get up and join them on the floor – grinding my rock hard erection against Franc’s ass. I turn her to face me and feel Cindy rubbing against me from behind. I pull Franc against me, lifting her up slightly so that I can slid my hand around her ass and between her legs. The latex is wet and slippery and my fingers play with the familiar folds of her pussy. She feels like a very hot, overripe peach, ready to spill juice everywhere as I rub her clit through the latex. Franc wraps her arms around my neck and her whole body stiffens against mine. Then she cums, whimpering and shaking and between her and Cindy’s tits poking into my back, I cum too. I now know the joy of rubber pants. If I hadn’t been sandwiched between them, I don’t know how I would have remained standing. I have no idea how I managed to keep my usual swearing down to a couple words whispered in Franc’s ear. I kiss her shoulder, swaying to the music while I try to catch my breath, “Oh, shit. I love you.” Two sets of tits are rubbing against me and I’m still hard as hell. Does it get any better than this?

Franc leans up and whispers in my ear, “I want you to eat me through the suit.”

I shiver. I love it when she says shit like that.

Her fingers lightly caress my dick through my pants and I can’t suppress a groan. Then she squeezes hard and whispers again “Now.” She lets me go and walks over to Rich who’s leaning against the bar. I follow that ass, sweating. Rich hands her a pass card and smiles at me. I have no idea what’s going on but tomorrow, one of them is going to do some explaining.

The card unlocks a door at the back of the club. Inside, there’s a quiet lounge where the thump of the dance floor is a distant vibration and another door, which Franc also pass cards.

Inside is an orgy.

Bodies strewn all over bodies. Voices crying out. The smell of sex so strong it makes my dick dance even as I find it overpowering. Franc moves to an unoccupied couch and pulls me along. She pushes me down then rubs those lushes latex covered tits in my face. I begin licking and sucking the faint taste of peach shooters until I find her nipples – my favorite hard candy. I can’t find the zipper for this suit so I start unlacing the corset but she stops me. She’s breathing hard and her heart is pounding. I run my hand up and down her legs and around her ass, alternating between that and rubbing my face in her tits. My fingers crept up her legs until I’m fingering her slit through the latex again. I can smell her faintly but though I can feel the detail of her lips and clit, and I can feel how incredibly wet she still is inside all this rubber, I can’t find an opening.

“Shit!” Frustration is getting to me, “How do I get in there?”

She pushes hard on my shoulders, “Lick, Bobby.”

I get on my knees under her and lick. I can taste her faintly. She leaking out of the latex. When my tongue hits her clit, she shakes. I hold her hips to try and keep her steady. I clean her taste off the latex. I find that with a little effort, I can push the latex around with my tongue and lick her asshole and along with everything else. I can’t hear well between her thighs but her quivering becomes more intense and the latex is wet with her juices again. I keep probing and poking and finally find the almost imperceptible flap where the latex sticks together. When I open it, her juices flood my face. My dick is throbbing again. The latex sticks to my cheeks as I suck her clit and lick every inch of her sweet snatch. I can hear her gasping now which means she hasn’t screamed yet. So I stretch the latex far enough to get my fingers into her pussy and ass while I suck. I cum again – which is a rare treat – before she does much to my shock but she’s only another couple seconds behind me.

We collapse onto the couch. I’m still hard. I can’t believe it.

“Take off your pants.” She pants. I start to strip but she stops me with a wave, “Just your pants. And close your eyes.” In a few seconds, I’m standing there in a shirt, a latex wrapped, throbbing erection and aching balls. She moves behind me and I can feel her heat against me. Her latex covered hands reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples hard. When I cry out, she whispers, “Keep your eyes closed” in that tone that tells me she means it. She peels my shirt off and pulls another one on me. As the zipper in the back closes slowly, I feel the now familiar tightness and realize that it’s latex too. I keep my eyes closed; I don’t have to look to know it’s pink.

She keeps moving around me touching me with either her latex-ed hand or her talented tongue but never skin to skin. At times, I can’t tell if it’s just her or if she has a partner. She doesn’t say much – an occasional instruction like “bend over” or “open your knees”. Other than that, most of what I hear is the sounds of other people fucking around us. It’s an amazing turn on – like I need more at this point. The couple of times I make a mistake and open my eyes, she pulls a single hair, which hurts like shit, and finally a latex band is pulled down over my eyes to keep them shut. My dick is by turns stroked, squeezed, covered in cold, and soaked in hot. She rubs something latex and vibrating over all of me and into my asshole, which is new for me but is going to happen again and frequently from now on. I’m moaning almost continuously – I’ve never been sexually tortured before, but Franc’s keeping me so hard without popping for so long that everything in my groin area aches. And she keeps pinching my nipples which makes me break a sweat every time. She lets me eat her every so often, sometime latex covered, sometimes bare. A couple times, I’d swear she must have been upside down to rub those boots against my cheek or shoulder in that way. Twice she actually forced me to eat her with my neck at an odd angle so that by the time she came all over my face, my neck and jaw were both stiff and sore.

Then all touching stops.

I stand there, sweating and aching. I’m not sure for how long because time seem irrelevant when you’re blind folded and damn near naked in the middle of a fuck-fest. I could move if I wanted to – I’m not handcuffed or anything – but I don’t want to brake the rules of the game. My heart beat speeds up as I realize I don’t know the rules of the game and my adrenaline moves into overdrive even though I can’t figure out what I’m afraid of. I swallow hard and finally risk saying something, “Franc? Where’d you go, babe?” She doesn’t respond. “Please don’t stop.” I can still hear people fucking around me, but her voice isn’t among them, “Franc you win. Whatever you want, whenever you want. Shit, wherever, whoever and however you want.”

What I feel next is something warm and wonderful slide around my balls; Franc’s mouth is one of her best assets. She sucks them gently and my knees buckle. I can’t come again, I think, but she’s going to make me wish to all hell I could. After a couple minutes, she begins licking my dick. It feels good but it’s just more torment. Franc’s mouth is almost as tight and wet as her pussy but right now, I’m dying to take these shorts off and come inside her. I risk running my fingers through her hair but she pulls a hair on my wrist and I yelp. She keeps sucking me. It’s torment and rapture in one; I can’t take it anymore but I don’t want it to stop.

“I want to fuck you, Franc. Please. I’ll make you cum, Franc, I promise. It’ll be so good.” I keep it up in a kind of rhythm as she sucks me harder, promising anything I can think of – money, sexual favors, eternal slavery to her every whim. I know I’m begging but I don’t care. Pride went away a lifetime ago it seems.

Suddenly she stops, “You promise?”

I have no idea what I just said, but I don’t care, “Yes, I promise.”

She pulls me down on the floor, on top of her and rolls the blindfold off me. I kiss her face and realize how much I love the taste of her. This latex stuff is fun – I had no idea how much fun – but I can’t taste her. I stoke her body, admiring her figure in this pink wet dream come to life. This image is gonna stay with to my grave. She’s watching me, serious. I wonder briefly, what I just promised – it doesn’t matter, I’ll do it – but she looks so serious all of a sudden. My fingers are busy opening the latex flap guarding her wet pussy and guiding my rock hard aching latex wrapped dick into her. As I slid in, she bites her lip and arches her back. All I can think is how amazing she is and how lucky I am to have found her. And how hard I want to fuck her right now. She groans, a rare and wonderful sound, and I moan in response.

“Make me cum, Bobby.” She whispers. “That’s the rule.”

Slowly, I start moving. Make Franc cum. That’s the rule. At least she finally told me. I start to speed up my thrusts but she stops me and forces me to stay slow. After a few minutes, she slides one pink lace-up latex boot on to my shoulder – I don’t remember her being that flexible before – and whispers “Do you like my boots, Bobby?”

I rub my face against her leg, “I love your boots, Franc.”

“Do you want me to wear them again?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” I start to speed up again and she pulls a hair, “Ouch! Shit, Franc, stop that!”

“Slow down.” Her tone is flat and I slow down recognizing that it is a command and more, that I want to obey her. Franc’s in charge here; I’m just the guy in pink shorts who’s lucky enough to bang her.

“Yeah, ok.” I pump her slowly. Her pussy’s so hot I’m surprised the latex isn’t melting. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up and I sure as hell don’t know how she’s still going. I keep moving slowly, watching Franc’s face – I don’t think I’ve ever seen her enjoy anything so much.

“Kiss the boot, Bobby.” She says softly.

I kiss the boot and as much of her leg as I can reach without pulling out of her.

“Do you like the boots, Bobby?”

“Oh hell yeah.” I moan and she pulls another damn hair, “Ahh!. Shit!”

“Just ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Bobby. Ok?”

“Ok, ok!” I wince and correct myself, “I mean yes, Franc.”

“Do you like the boots, Bobby?”

“Yes, Franc.”

“Do you want me to wear them again?”

I hold her leg tight for a second to keep from changing my pace again, “Yes, Franc.” I gasp.

“I’ll wear the boots every time you wear the briefs, ok, Bobby?”

I make a mental note to buy a dozen of these things. “Yes, Franc.” The sweat is now dripping into my eyes and my back has joined the list of aching body parts. It’s a struggle to keep moving at the same pace but at least my dick stopped throbbing – I think it went numb at some point.

“Stop.” She says suddenly. When I don’t stop immediately, she pulls another hair. I hiss but manage not to say anything this time. She lies there for a moment and slowly grins that big cheesy happy grin of hers. Here and now, it’s bizarre. “Eat me, Bobby.” She says.

I pull out of her, shaking and groaning and put my lips on the pulsing fount I just fucked. The latex sticks to my face again and I’m nearly smothered in there. She locks her knees around my head. I lick, suck and generally let her grind her pussy into my face. My dick is throbbing again – it must have come back to life at some point. It takes a while this time but when she finally cums, it’s with a flood and a kind of deep shuttering groan. I keep licking until her knees fall away. She looks exhausted but pleased. Then her look changes to one of concern.

“Oh, you poor thing.” She kisses me softly, licking her cum from my chin and cheeks and strokes my face with her still gloved hand, “Are you having fun, Bobby?”

I’m panting and sweating and aching. “Yes, Franc.” I can not believe I just said that.

“Do you want to fuck me, now Bobby?”

I’m too tired to fuck anything right now but somehow my dick jumps at the suggestion anyway, “Yes Franc.” I say.

“Do you want to fuck my pussy or my ass?” she whispers, stroking my balls. The soft touch sends simultaneous jolts of pain and pleasure through me. I can only moan in response.

“You want my ass, don’t you, Bobby?”

“Yes, Franc.” I’ve forgotten how to say anything else.

“Floor.” She says and I lie down. She picks up a tube of lube I hadn’t noticed and slathers it on me. I moan again and I can’t tell if it’s in agony or ecstasy. She then straddles me and lets my dick slid into her tight ass. She puts her gloved fingers inside her pussy and I watch her bring herself slowly to orgasm yet again with me inside her. I can feel all the pulsing muscles inside her as her face screws up and she gasps and moans. That breaks me. I grab her hips and ram into her. It’s only for a minute or so but it feels like eternity. Then I cum. Hard. It’s the strongest orgasm of my life and I can’t even find enough breath to moan. I feel like my whole life empties into her. When my body stops shaking and I can almost breathe again, I realize that I’m still hard! I’m gonna have a heart attack if she doesn’t let me take this thing off. “Franc. Franc.” I pant. I can’t think past her name. I can’t move anymore. I don’t know if I fall asleep or pass out.

When I wake clearly again, I’m home, in bed. Everything is sore. I look at my dick and am relieved to see I still have one. It looks ok, if a little bruised. My pink undergarments are neatly folded on my dresser. I have no memory whatsoever of leaving the club or getting home. It occurs to me that I woke up because the phone is ringing.

I mumble something that sounds vaguely like ‘hello’. My mouth feels like I’ve eaten the entire Dallas Cowgirl squad.

“You ok?” Franc asks. She sound like my normal, shy regular girlfriend not the evil sex goddess twin I met last night.

“I don’t know yet. Ask me again when I wake up. What the hell was that?”

“I just wanted to give you something different. Was it, you know, ok?”

I think about it for a minute. Those boots. My dick jumps. “Yeah. It was ok. Was this from another one of your movies?”

“A costume website I found.”

“Good choice.” I figure I’ll be fine in a month or so. “Was it good for you too?”

“Oh my God!” she giggles, “I really like that, Bobby.” She pauses “I want to do it again sometime. OK?”

My dick jumps again. I don’t remember much but I know I’ve never cum so hard or so often. I find myself smiling, “Yes, Franc.”

“Really?” it has my happy little lilt. She is so damn cute. How can someone so damn cute be so damn nasty?

“Really.”

“And remember – you promised.”

“Yes, Franc.” Then I catch myself, “No, wait, I don’t remember shit. What did I promise?”

“Oh.” She doesn’t say anything.

“Come on, I promised. I’ll do it, no big deal. Just, what?”

She hesitates then blurts out, “You said we could have a latex wedding.”

“Oh.” In my mind’s eye, I can see Franc in a painted on white latex body suit under a demure wedding gown. My dick slaps into my stomach. She could get matching white boots. I could get matching pants. “Oh hell yes, Franc.”

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