By Prender

Sunstone fanfic; Anne/Alan, mentions of Lisa/Ally

Anne had never quite got latex.

Leather, yes, she totally saw the appeal of leather. It looked hot. It was cool. The day she got her first leather jacket was a proud one.

As a 15-year-old hard rock fan, she’d gone to see some half-forgotten band. They’d had a female singer, and she’d come out on stage in a leather catsuit. As the set went on, the zipper on the front of the catsuit got lower and lower, until it had practically reached her crotch. Anne’s very visceral reaction was one of the signs that made her think she might be very, very slightly bisexual.

Well, that and the crushes she was developing on several of her friends. (Oddly, a decade later she found it difficult to even recall their names, while the one friend she’d never had a crush on — Cassie — she spoke to every day.)

So, yes, leather. But latex? Not so much.

As with with so many other things in Anne’s life recently, she’d changed her mind.

Part of it was Lisa. The little fashion shows that her friend had given her, showing off the extensive wardrobe of latex outfits, had been an eye-opener. Even the maid outfit. Okay, especially the maid outfit.

And then there was the maker of Lisa’s outfits.

Somehow Alan had recruited Anne to be a model for him while he was making clothes, and it was proving quite an education.

There were drawbacks, of course.

“Can you stand still?” Alan said, with just a touch of annoyance as he worked around his model.

“Stand still? Dude, I’m freezing in here!” Anne snapped.

“Oops, sorry. I’ll get the heater. I just thought, latex usually makes people hot … uh … not that way.”

“Well, maybe I’d be hot if this outfit was more … extensive?” Anne indicated her clothing. Which seemed to consist of a couple of straps and nothing more. “Who commissioned this one?”

“Tanya. It’s for some party she’s throwing. A little surprise for Harper.”

“Little is right.” Anne snorted. “Hope she’s got a good gardener, because she’s gonna need to get the hedge trimmed, if you know what I mean.”

“Uh-huh,” Alan nodded.

“Plus, it’s obvious she doesn’t have nipple piercings, because these are rubbing on mine something fierce.”

“Huh, good point. I’ll add some discreet padding.” Alan jotted the idea down on a notepad. “But you’re wrong. Tanya does have pierced nipples.”

Anne perked up. “Ooh! Another of the Sisterhood of Steel!”

“Yep, you, her, Lisa, Cassie …”

“Hey, Cassie’s not a sister yet. She’s just talking about getting it done.” Anne snorted. “And I bet she’ll be talking about it for a while to come.”

“Heh. Maybe.” Alan made a few final adjustments and then stepped back to survey his work. “Good … only …”

“Only?”

“Wait there.” And he stepped into another room.

“Hey, you promised me a heater!” Anne called.

“Won’t need one. Just let me get these.” And he returned with something rolled up which he threw to Anne. “Try these.”

Anne unrolled the items. “Ooh, shinies!”

Alan smiled. “You ever tried on latex gloves and stockings before?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Okay, you’re gonna need help. Don’t be like Ally and just assume you know what to do. ‘Please, Alan, I got this!’ she told me, and an hour later …”

Anne giggled. That sounded exactly like Ally. “So what do I do?”

“Take a seat. I’ll get some lotion and grease you up.”

Huh. That’s easier said than done, Anne thought. Even lowering herself onto a chair slowly caused the strap that ran between her legs to head straight up her ass crack. Finally she was seated, if not comfortably, without too much squirming.

Alan squirted some of the lotion into his hands and then began to rub Anne’s legs. She blinked.

“Wow, this is really … uh … something …”

“Glad you enjoy it. It’ll make putting on the latex so much easier, believe me. Talc’s good too.”

But I bet it’s not as good as this, Anne thought. God, was she really getting off on this?

Alan moved on to her arms, paying particular attention to her fingers. “Okay, let’s get these gloves on.”

Even with the lotion, it wasn’t exactly easy. Lisa had told Anne that latex fought you, that it felt like a second skin that was just a little tighter than your regular skin. Turned out that every word was true.

Slowly, carefully, Alan tugged the gloves and stockings onto Anne. “There. Go take a look in the mirror.”

Oh my God. Anne stared at herself in the mirror.

The shiny, long red gloves and stockings were the perfect match for the arrangement of straps posing as an outfit.

Anne put her hands behind her blonde hair and let it tumble down over her shoulders, over her back tattoo.

Alan grinned. “You like?”

“I think I’m in love,” she breathed. Then she caught herself. “With the outfit, I mean. Not with … uh …”

“I know what you mean. Wait. Let me get something else …” Alan rummaged around in his storeroom before returning with an object.

Anne frowned at the sight of the metal ring. “A collar? Dude, I’m not going to call you master.”

“Relax, it’s not that kind of collar. Just pull your hair up again.” Alan snapped the collar around Anne’s neck. It felt slightly uncomfortable — which, she supposed, was the point — but he was right, it was the perfect finishing touch.

“Although,” Alan whispered close to her ear, “maybe one day you will call me master.”

“Ain’t gonna happen, dude,” she grinned.

God, it felt nice to flirt like this. After the string of dating disasters she’d had, it felt good to just hang out with someone who she could share things with …

Wait. Dating? She wasn’t dating Alan. She was just being his model. Right?

Right?

“So,” Alan said casually, “you’re getting a taste for latex?”

“I don’t think I ever want to take it off.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Believe me, if you thought putting latex on was hard … you haven’t seen anything like taking it off.”

“Oh.” Anne thought for a second. “I guess I’ll need even more help taking it off.”

“I guess.” Alan mustered his straightest face.

“Thank heaven you’re here.”

“Well, yes, thank you, heaven.”

Anne went back to the mirror. “So I guess if Tanya’s wearing this, I can’t go to the Crimson in it.”

“Nope. Wouldn’t be right. Besides …”

“Besides?”

“I want to to give you a present,” Alan said, “I have something else in mind for you.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Nuh-uh. It’ll be a surprise.”

“It better not be a maid outfit.”

“Of course not.” That would never suit Anne.

Alan smiled to himself as he pictured Anne in his gift.

Lisa wasn’t the only one who would look good in a straitjacket, he thought.