Body to Worship
From time to time I surprise people with tales of my adventures. This story focuses on Body Worship in NYC, palace for the sexually adventurous. At the time of my last visit, Body Worship had this fabulous full-length rubber dress just screaming for me to try it on. The significant other at the time thought this idea was just ducky, so I chose to humor him and slipped out of my clothes in the dressing area {a shower curtain hanging on a rod overhead - this is giving me privacy?} Once stark naked, the salespeople in the store, two gay men, came in to assist me in putting the frock on (I had NO idea I'd be sharing my nakedness with two strangers, let alone requiring help.)
Giant powder puffs appeared out of nowhere, and I found myself being powdered from neck to ankle--after all, the dress IS rubber, how else would the damned thing place itself on my body? Once I was bathed in talcum, it was time to put the dress on. The sales guy rolled the dress on me, from the bottom on up. The garment was tank-top style, with a zipper at the bottom and another at the top. You could zip down or up, depending upon how racy you wanted to be. Well I think the salesperson who was rolling the dress on me became a bit overzealous in his zippering -- as he not only zipped my entire body in the dress, he also managed to catch some skin and pubic hair in the process. Ouch.
A glance in the mirror brought the horrific realization that the shop was full of customers, and the boyfriend notified me that I had just given the performance of my life -- naked, powdered, and dressed for all to see and either appreciate or depreciate. I blushed. Upon returning my attentions to the mirror, I realized I had turned into a blonde Jessica Rabbitt, with a figure that definitely didn't belong to me the last time I looked. Ahem! Where DID all that cleavage come from? The rubber placed extra skin in all the right places, and the boyfriend licked his lips lasciviously like a werewolf ready to pounce on its prey. "WELL DONE!", he bellowed. The dress was a mere $350, and after careful consideration and evaluating the number of times I'd wear this getup, and the number of places I could wear it to, I decided not to buy it, no matter how great I looked in it.