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Bringing the charcoal gray Range Rover to a smooth halt on the quiet little street of a sleepy little town. Quaint, and so very easy to slip away from the busy modern world in. Perfect really. Robert double checked the address, nodded, and stepped from the expensive vehicle with his briefcase. Italian leather shoes marching smartly to the door of the modest home.

One could believe anyone lived here. A good neighbor, pays their taxes, never causes trouble. Robert was betting the resident was all these things, with the addition of a social recluse, having their groceries delivered, and shunning unneeded contact with the world. Why else would a model, wanted all throughout Europe and America, a rising star, choose here of all places to reside after her accident?

Reaching the door the medium built man of very nearly six feet rapped on the door three times, and waited. He waited awhile, much longer, and much more patiently then many would think is typical for any house call. Jehovah's Witnesses were more quickly received, but he waited as if he expected this delay.

Finally the door cracked open, and barely enough of a womans face to expose one beautiful pale, blue gray eye appeared in the crack allowed by the chain lock. “Miss Andersen, I presume. I've a proposition for you, if you might allow me in. I feel I can make this worth your while,” the smooth talking man said through a genuine smile, which was only exaggerated by his neatly trimmed goatee. “I promise I am not here to ask of your past, your accident or an interview of any sort. Actually, it is a job offer.”

He hoped that would be enough to hook her curiosity. From all he could tell of her documented life before the traumatic car crash, which left her physical scarred for life and ending her promising career, he learned she was actually quite intelligent – not something truly needed in her former line of work, but could be useful in what he had to offer her.

“Please Miss Andersen, I ask for only a bit of you time, and I did come a long way to meet you.” Which was true, he'd been chilling out on a beach in Greece before a client called him up asking for help. Having been a bit of fan of Miss Andersen's, owning most of her swimsuit calendars, before the untimely end of her career two years ago Robert Cooper knew just who would be a perfect fit for the task at hand.
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Elise awoke, instantly annoyed. Her shutters, which were always closed, had managed to let a few rays of sunshine escape into her room, sending the light across her face. She grumbled a bit to herself as she flung the sheets off of her bed and walked into the mirror, splashing some cold water on her face to wake her up. She then looked up at her reflection in the mirror- big mistake. She hated what she saw. One side of her face looked pretty normal- looked gorgeous, infact- while the other was a complete disaster.

She used to be an internationally known model, famous for her swimsuit editions and print work. At 5'7", she was extremely short for a model, but never walked the runway. She was always featured in hair campaigns, her lush, long, natural locks emphasizing some famous hair brand or another. She never ran out of gigs, and got paid to travel the word and smile. It was the most fabulous job of her life, and she loved every minute of it.

And then the car accident happened. She was driving the airport when a drunk driver hit her. It had been raining, and the large pickup truck barely towards her crushed her little Saab coupe. She was hit immediately, the windshield breaking, a large piece of glass slicing through her face. The driver had been drinking at the time, and the alcohol thrown from the car had helped ignite an explosion of wreckage. She was barely conscious when the after effects were happening, and spent a long recovery process in the hospital. She had suffered third degree burns on her arms and collarbone area, and had a long gash along the left side of her face that had healed into a very distinctive scar. Therefore, her career had been ruined.

No one wanted to use her, no matter how beautifully half of her face had photographed; it would've cost any company too much to retouch the right side of her face. She was booking less and less shoots, and the company she was with broke her contract, telling her it would be just best to quietly leave. So Elise packed up, left Manhattan, and went back to her old sleepy home town of Sewickly, right outside of Pittsburgh. Her friends had no idea how to treat her, and eventually she ignored all of them- even going to the point to shun her family, who could only look at her with pity. Soon enough, Elise grew into a recluse. A very, very bitter recluse.

She grew out of the depressing daydream that haunted her every morning when she first looked in the mirror and sighed. Her fact was still astonishingly beautiful- once you coud look past the scar. Her light brown and dark blonde naturally highlighted hair shone in the light, sleek, strong, and long. Her forehead was framed by a sidesweep of bangs, followed by pale blue grey eyes that were traced with seriousness and sadness. Her prominent high cheekbones and ski-slope nose framed the middle of her face, her pale porcelain skin extending to her full lips and dimpled chin. If not classically beautiful anymore, she still could be considered to be pretty. She just wished people knew how to treat her. Her accident had been all over the newspapers, and the whole world knew that she was kicked out of the modeling community. And God, that stung, more than ever.

Three sharp knocks at the door caused a scowled to come across her face and she wrinkled her nose at the intruder. "It's probably a solicitor..." she murmured to herself annoyedly. She threw on a pair of black and pink running shorts and a black Under Armor form-fitting tee shirt ,getting ready to go for her morning run anyway. In the disguise of big sunglasses and a huge ball cap, of course. She slipped on her sneakers and threw her hair up into a haphazard ponytail. Elise marched to the front door and opened it just a crack, keeping the lock on the ball and chain just in case.

"May I help you?" she asked calmly, revealing the good side of her face to him. A good looking and well-built man, several inches taller than her, explained why he was there to bother her. A job offer? Elise didn't need a job- she wouldn't need one for the rest of her life. The money she had made during her short career was enough to last her a lifetime. Her eyes narrowed as he brought up the accident and she stuck her nose haughtily in the air as she undid the lock from its chain, opening the door.

"Come in, I'm interested in what you have to offer," she said with a soliticious smile and a curt nod. She turned in and hoped he followed her to the kitchen, where she put a pot of coffee on. She gestured for him to sit but remained standly, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. She was clearly in a hurry and wanted him to leave so she could run in peace.

"How long of a way?" she asked, almost sarcastically. Anything who knew anything about her knew she was used to traveling from Hong Kong, to London, to Sydney, to New York, to any major cosmopolitan center in a few days, with literally no recovery for jet lag. Not that she ever needed it of course. In her hey-day, she was fabulous.

For a recluse, Elise certainly still had a lot of pride. She tried to thrive off of what she used to be when around others, and oozed a self-confidence that was still unexplicable. However, when alone, she was an insecure mess, confident only in the fact that she would never be good enough again.

She poured him a cup of coffee and finally sat across from him, a defensive expression still on her face. Elise waited for him to speak, her eyes glazing over him coolly as she took a sip.
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He smiled wider, and followed her inside, admiring her still perfect ass as she led the way. The T-shirt didn't do her justice any more, the scars too evident along the entire length of her arms, but he didn't stare – not at her beauty or the marred flesh.

He accepted the seat and answered politely, “Greece, when I first got the call from my client. I try to visit there at least once a year.” He didn't say more, knowing she'd miss traveling to exotic locations. Robert thanked her for the coffee, and extended a hand, “I'm Robert Cooper, a man who knows how to get whatever is needed. And you, Miss Andersen, I believe are about to be in demand again.” He knew he'd have her interest then.

“There is a company that's managed to produce a new material, they tell me it is a miracle of modern science, but really I'm here on the advertising end of things, so I hardly need the technical details. Well it was supposed to be wanted by everyone and their little sister in industry – firefighting suits, NASA, maybe military applications, but in the current economy, no one is trying new things. No one has the money to test it out for their purposes.” He shrugged, the current crisis wasn't hurting him too bad, just left more time for beaches, women, and drinks...in no particular order.

“Well they figured they would give one, thriving, industry a shot...the sex industry. Turns out people still like porn, hookers, and kinky toys when they are down about the rest the world. Only bars and funeral homes do better business. So, they think they can sell this new material to the fetish world, if only they had an icon to market it. That is where you come in Miss Andersen. You were the best, and you got there without all the normal bullshit.” He was always quite frank when complimenting people, it worked better, sounded more sincere that way. “No cutting your teeth on the runway, no jumping to play boy hoping to be discovered. Quite impressive. So you're the only one I thought of when they asked me to find someone that could really sell their outfits to porn producers, fetish stores, and the like. Who else could take on such an odd role, make it work, make everyone some money, and maybe even enjoy getting out of the house?”

That was all he was going to say about her reclusive ways, not wanting to hit that point too hard, but it was worth mentioning. “This is very good coffee, thank you,” he added with another sip, appearing as if nothing bugged him, and he always got what he wanted.
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Elise scowled somewhat prettily, her delicate nose wrinkled once more. Her ears perked up when he mentioned Greece, a small smile sliding onto her face involuntarily as she remembered its black beaches, exotic real estate, and wonderful food. She had shot a favorite swim suit cover there and closed her eyes to better enhance the memory. The photographer was a dream to work with, and the water was the perfect walk-in temperature. It was one of her big breaks. But she heard his annoyingly suave voice once more, and her smile turned into a frown.

"And you, Miss Andersen, are about to be in demand again."

Those words got her attention quickly and she snapped her head up, gazing at him hungrily. Not hungry for him, of course; but hungry for success, for ambition. Her, in demand again? It would be a dream. She would be loved by the public again, by her family, her friends. Her career would be back. She suddenly grinned, exposing the straight rows of pearly whites she was famous for at the thought. It wasn't about the money, or the boys, or the famous territory. It was about the gratification of knowing you did your best and it was something to be proud of. That you were actually good at something.

Now all Elise was good at was moping around her house.

She listened to him, her nose unintentionally wrinkling when he mentioned military suits and firefighter uniforms. That wasn't the high-fashion, hair, and makeup life she was used to. How could uniforms be couture? She didn't understand what he was proposing. But then she heard him speak of sex, and 'the fetish world'. Her eyes blazed angrily, instantly making judgments and assumptions. He thought she could be high-end..in the sex modeling market. Well, of course she would be! Porn stars weren't as valued as high-fashion hair models. The idea was atrocious! Yet, the more Robert explained himself, Elise found herself listening. She wouldn't be selling sex or become a porn star or anything...just model the outfits that porn stars would use. The idea was absurb, in a twistedly humorous way, and she gave a wry smile when he mentioned her situation as a recluse.

"Thank you for the compliment. I've always tried to be a go-getter." She said, taking another sip of coffee. "Wouldn't they reject me anyway?" she said, frowning on a second thought. How would posing for the fetish community be any different? She was sure they wouldn't appreciate her scarred face and burnt arms and collarbone.

"I have nothing to lose, so I will take your offer," she said suddenly, standing up and draining her coffee. "But I would like to hear more about this- such as what I'm wearing and how much publicity this gets. I would never be able to tell anyone about this," she confided, looking down.
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He hid his surprise at how easily she agreed, and pulled his briefcase up to the counter, unlocking it and withdrawing several pictures. “I had a feeling that you would take it up, and dared to hope. No one else in the world with half as much talent would...enjoy...the certain amount of anonymity that could come from this role.” Robert placed several photo's in front of her of the suits his client had in mind. “They say they can make it textured, or slick as rubber. Shiny or a more 'wet look', and any color.” The outfits were full body cat suits showing examples of what he spoke of.

He pulled out more, this time of fetish models in rubber and latex suits, offering them for comparison. “These are popular in the industry now, but are rather fragile, and limited, the only advantage they hold is they could come in a transparent form while this new material cannot.” He shrugged, not knowing how important an issue that might be. All of this seemed to be based on personal tastes anyway, even if he did find the images somewhat arousing. “The general pitch is longer wear, more durability, with the same, or similar look.”

He let her analyze the photo's for a few moments, then pulled out a few sketches. “These are some ideas I had. Basically I would think to create a role, a character if you will, who would become an icon for these new looks, as well as a replacement to the latex. You could take this as far into the industry as you would wish, but the first stop is to win over some of the big icons in the biz. To do that, you'll need to be an icon yourself. That of course provides the layer, pun intended, of anonymity.” He smiled at his small joke. “I can act as an agent for you, help you move around the industry and meet the right people. I don't think we need worry about any contract or anything until after you've met our client, and we figure out just what this icon will be. My fee will be adequately covered by our client at least for the first year, so whatever money to be made is yours.” He smiled knowing she didn't need it.

He let her mull over the details a bit longer, then gathered up the photos to replace them in his briefcase. “Miss Andersen, I must confess to be working on a somewhat hurried timetable. If it would be convenient to you, there is a jet waiting to take us to Las Vegas. Demo's of the product, obviously not fitted to you specifically, are in the plane for your review.”
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[Sorry for the delay, I've been pretty sick. Sorry if my post is shorter as well.]

Elise cocked an eyebrow as he mentioned his subtle instinct, that he wasn't surprise she would take the job. Really, as she thought about it, was it that surprising? She had been almost nude for countless Sports Illustrated ads and the like; what was so different about this. In it's own, covered up way, she would be showing of her body just as much as she had previous in her initial, normal modeling career. This career in no way would be normal. That for sure was a definite. She raised a brow again and pursed her lips, saying nothing. She refused to give more away than she intended. That, too, was for sure.

She took an active, polite interest in the pictures, covering up her surprise and slight excitement of the pictures of the different fetish models in rubber and latex suits. To think that she would actually be one of those models, clad in skin tight rubber or latex. Completely anonymous. In some of those pictures, the girl’s faces were even covered. All you would see of Elise would be her eyes! And while her eye’s were beauties, a pair of pools the color of an ocean after a storm, a pale blue grey, they weren’t instantly recognizable. It was the perfect cover.

She shrugged and locked eyes with him for the first time since she had studied the picture. “The pitch seems workable,” she said stiffly, her former friendliness gone and a stiff demeanor up in its place. “I can see how it would be more wanted by those who would wish to wear their suits....for a longer period of time.”

However, Elise allowed a wry smile at the thought of an icon, a character. The Wonder Woman of the latex fetish industry. However, in her old business, the name Elise Andersen itself was an icon. She was a goddess, a King, well, Queen, Midas- everything she touched seem to turn to gold. Or, at least, it turned to money, success, and fame.

“I appreciate the offer, Robert, and would readily accept you as my agent. And as far as the money goes- work out whatever you think is best. I don’t need any, and I won’t for the rest of my life. Whatever money I make will go to a charity..anonymously, of course.”

She nodded after his announcement of having to leave, and stood up briskly. Elise was no surprise to departing quickly for any given destination, whether it be Sri Lanka or Las Vegas.

“Certainly, Mr. Robert," she said smoothly, already making for her bedroom. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting a short few minutes, I will be ready shortly.”

She entered her boudoir and packed the bare necessities: toiletries, undergarments, a few pair of shorts, t-shirts, a nice linen suit, and her very best dresses-both casual and cocktail. She returned, cleaning out the coffee pot quickly, and unplugged her electronics- Elise didn’t want her gorgeous house to burn down in her absence- and looked at the clever businessman expectantly.

“I’m ready if you are, Robert.”
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She was all business, and he appreciated that, nodding with a smile as she left to gather her things. It was not like she had other pressing engagements, since she had become so reclusive as of late. He would never bring that up, and acted rather grateful for her willingness to humor his timetable.

He walked her to the range rover, opening the passenger door for her like the perfect gentleman. He had to chuckle, to himself, walking around the car to put her things in the back. She was going to donate any money to charity. How bored did that make her then, to accept this without even the financial benefit of it?

Entering the car, he faced only her good side, and damn if it was not still very, very good. Other then the burns on her arms, she still looked like a million bucks from this angle. Pulling away he drove safely, if a bit fast, letting his expensive toy run a bit. This one was actually his car, having driven it from New York. He'd be forced to live with a rental while in Vegas, and so got what joy he could from a simple drive with polite, if simple conversation.

Pulling up to the private terminal, he again helped her out of the vehicle and carried her things to the waiting jet. He shook the Captain's hand, the only other person who would be on the aircraft with them, and boarded. The cabin was long, luxurious leather couches, a couple small tables for drinks, and a well stocked liqueur cabinet. He put her items in an overhead bin, and offered to make her a drink.

Soon they were air born, and Jim, the pilot, had told them it was safe to walk around. That was the ice breaker he was looking for to pull out a small case holding a sample of the clothing she would be expected to wear. In fact his employer had provided a full outfit, consisting of a one piece that would cover her from crotch to neck with long sleeves, tall high heel boots, and a simple eye mask that would cover most of her cheeks – all in a glossy black. He simply slid the box over to her, “For your review, Ms. Andersen. If you feel like it, there is plenty of room to change in the lavatory. If not,” he shrugged and took another sip of his scotch.
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Elise murmured a small 'thank you' as he opened the door for her and carried out her bags. She hadn't been treated luxoriously by anyone in quite awhile, and while she was used to being sucked up to my various peons- even after her accident- it was another feeling to have someone treat like that because they wanted to. She was slowly warming to Robert, which was also a strange feeling. Elise hadn't warmed up to anyone or anything since her accident, not including the various animals she offered to host until they were adopted. Cats, dogs, bunnies, and the like. She was thankful that she currently wasn't acting as a foster mother for any animal for the moment- it would've taken time to make alternate arrangements, and given Robert's busy schedule, she most likely wouldn't have been able to agree to his deal.

After some small talk in his car, she was seated comfortably in the plane. An exquisite, small but sleek, private plane- with the pilot the only other passenger. The setting was a little more intimate than she would've expected- but then again, given the clothing she would soon be wearing, she didn't mind. Even though her body was still in fantastic shape- Elise found no reason for it to go to waste, and religiously used her custom made home gym- she hadn't stripped down to the bare essentials in quite awhile due to her scars. However, this suit would take care of that. She grinned a little to herself and nodded, accepting his offer of a drink. With a generous amount of smooth champange in her glass, she felt comfortable and relaxed as the plane took off and was in the air.

After finishing her drink, a little more relaxed because of the alcohol, she still sensed his tone and posture change. Elise realized he was to present his sample to her and stiffened up slightly. Although she was open to the idea, she still had completely no idea what to expect. As he pushed the box towards her, she thanked him and walked towards the lavatory, not closing the door all the way or feeling the need to lock it. She didn't want to make either or them more uncomfortable than needed, and wanted to experience her own private reaction to the garment. She lifted it out of the box and stifled a gasp with one of her slim hands. The all black, shiny suit covered everything- he certainly wasn't over-exaggerating. There was no holes, except tiny slits for her nose. She gingerly took her time, putting it in, as it felt slightly fragile even if it was the new and improved "latex" like fabric. She struggled slightly, stepping into it and getting her legs and arms comfortably in the suit first. She then struggled a final time with the zipper, but managed. Elise then looked in the mirror, not quite acknowledging what she saw starring back at her. She looked beautiful- or, well, her body looked beautiful- in the suit, in a strangely erotic way. She turned, feeling it, moving in it for the first time: it was quite an experience.

She stepped out of the bathroom tentatively on the tall high heeled boots provided in the suit, a completely covered gloved hand sliding along the wall for support. She sighed softly, letting Robert know that she was ready, and felt his eyes on her.

"Well? I don't quite know what to expect, whether the look of it on me is a good or bad thing.." she said sheepishly, keeping her eyes downward. She secretly felt a little thrill in the bottom of her stomach with how she looked, but ignored it, deeming it to be the dip of the airplane as it went through a patch of clouds.
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He was impressed as she got up, not first peeking in the box, and left to put it on. He half expected an objection as she first laid eyes on the garment, but no such thing happened. Instead he just picked up the paper and read a bit of the happenings of the world while she dressed.

The sounds of her returning from the lavatory caused him to set the paper down, and turn to look, and the sight almost took his breath away. Struggling to keep a clear, professional expression (and only half succeeding), he cleared his throat and tried to look her up and down as if in some legitimate appraisal.

“Well, I'd say you're far too modest Elise.” damn, he slipped with her first name, the drinks having made him a bit more casual then he probably out to be. This woman was rather used to people staring at her – first for her beauty, then later for her scars. Being anything less then perfectly professional might well dive her away, and rightly so. This was a big leap, and she had to be able to to rely on people keeping this strictly business, and not some perverse, sinister underworld porno.

Standing up and nodded, trying to look thoughtful. “True, it could be fitted, ever so slightly better, but really, you look amazing. I knew I had the right person for the job.” Just talking like he wasn't drooling over her helped, and he was able to think business again. “I highly doubt many others could look half so elegant as you Miss Andersen – when everything is so covered, its the body that does the talking, the selling, in our case. The confidence and grace you've always had will come through like never before, as there will be little else to judge.”

He reached out, feeling the spots that did not perfectly cling to her body, taking note of and place that took away attention from her perfect body, nearly perfectly encased. “Some work to do, assuming you take the job, but that's for others to worry about, I think you'll come by this quite naturally.” It was quite the challenge to restrain himself from outright feeling her up.
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[Wow, I just typed a really long post and clicked the wrong button, and it all went away. . this one will be shorter, then. =/ ]

Elise flushed under the suit, whatever you could see of her cheeks absorbing a little pinkish tint. She was feeling oddly erotic in the suit, whether it be the shape and cling of it, or the compliments Robert was paying her. However, the informality and use of her first name took her aback, and she withdrew into her shell a little more. Elise was relying on one hundred and twenty percent professionality. .. . all business, no pleasure- except for those who would be experiencing it at her expense, and the ability of her body to market such clothing. She thought this with a wry smile.

"Thank you, you are too kind," she said softly, looking at him, her vision slightly askewed. Her breath caught in her throat a little as Robert reached out to touch her and test where the suit was loose in a few places, like her stomach and calves. No sexual places, she was glad about. But the feel of his hand exerting some pressure on her skin, with the strange suit as a mediator.. .it felt oddly good, and the twinge in the pit of her stomach erupted with each touch. Again, she promptly ignored them.

"What should I do now?" she asked tentatively. "Since I most definitely will be taking the job- you have assured me that I have the right qualifications, and I thank you again- should I remain in this suit to test its durability and comfort? Or try on another sample, or even return to my old clothing?"

She stood uncertainly on the heels, leaning against the wall. "It's your call. . .I leave myself in your more than capable professional hands," she said with a short laugh and a smirk. Elise vaguely wondered how close they were to their final destination.
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He smiled at her, and took a step back. “Miss Andersen, you are most welcome, I am glad you decided to accept.” He retook his seat, and pondered what it was she should do. “Well, we're still an hour out of Vegas, I guess we can have you stay in that suit until we arrive. I didn't bring other samples, getting that one without you on a contract was a pain in the ass as it was.” He smiled, knowing he always got was was needed in the end though.

“I hope you don't mind it. Your work might well require many hours in it, and not just at some photo shoot. Conventions, and real appearances are likely in the works. The idea is to simply prove that you can last longer in what you wear, and look just as fantastic wearing it, then other fetish models can. If it takes off, someone will likely come up with a true persona for the industry based on this stuff, everything in the world of sex seems to have a few dedicated 'artists', but what we're hoping for is to sell it to those who are already established, already have their own followings. If they use this stuff just part of the time, its a boon for our client.”

Robert sat back, and poured them each another glass, handing one over to the rubber-looking female form with hypnotic eyes. Her covered hand, just grazing his skin, was erotic, and exotic. He'd never been much into this particular fetish before, finding it all terribly expensive and delicate lingerie. This new product only removed the delicate part, and he never figured he'd be any more interested. But seeing Elise in it, her grace, her undeniable elegance, made him very much interested in seeing more.

“Please, share your thoughts Miss Andersen. How does it feel, is this something you might enjoy, other then just the idea of working again? Any thoughts on what sort of persona you may wish for this? A vicious Dominatrix perhaps?” He chuckled. “Or maybe the meek submissive that can take more then any other thanks to her magical suit!” Again he laughed, hoping to keep business business, but also light hearted.
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Elise smiled politely as he made his decision. She could tell that he was trying to accomodate her, as well as get her used to the product, and eventually the option of wearing the suit until they arrived in Las Vegas won. She nodded and murmured a small, "that's fine," and walked again, sitting down in the suit. Sitting was a strange feeling altogether as well; the plush leather seats were cold against the new latex, which was so tight, smooth, and form-fitting it felt like a second skin. She took a moment to compose herself and turned to face Robert, listening to him.

He spoke of conventions and real appearances, and a slight blush appeared on her partially covered cheeks. To be showcased as a model of a completely different kind, yet unable to be recognized by anyone who looked at her! The thought was unimaginable, yet completely alluring. Elise smiled to herself at the irony of anoynmity as Robert continued to talk, making the remainding time in transit to Las Vegas go much quicker.

She thanked him demurely for the refill of her glass and held it carefully, the cool of the glass spreading easily from the suit to her skin. She shivered a little and sipped the champange, watching Robert ever so carefully. His hand on hers filled her with a new kind of cold as a shiver ran up her spine. She felt the moment become more serious and was thankful when it broke, due to Robert clearing his throat and asking her a light-hearted, playful question.

She laughed, a little too long she thought, at his question. When he said the words "meek submissive" Elise knew that it was the answer to the question she had been asking herself ever since he knocked on her door. That would explain the thrill she got from the suit. . .the thrill of being almost helpless or at least, completely covered. . .she seemed to seek his approval more often than necessary, asking him if she should remain in the suit. .. Elise finally had the answer. Granted, it wasn't an answer she liked or asked for. But it explained all of her symptoms...she truly was a submissive little thing.

"Well I haven't had much time to think about either, especially in this suit!" she said, laughing a little again, "But if I had to absolutely pick one, it would probably be the meek submissive."

A question hung in the air at her answer and she hurriedly said, "You know, since you were talking about almost creating an icon or character of some sort for me. If I have any say in that 'character' that could be created and help launch the suit, I would prefer the submissive. . I've never been very bossy."

She smiled, instantly relaxed, knowing her answer sounded much more normal.

"What would be a more pleasing image for the clients of this suit?"
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Robert nodded, and tried not to think too much on how he might enjoy such a submissive himself. Using the act of sipping his drink as a polite delay he then just nodded. “Submissive it is then, at least mostly.” He leaned back trying to get more comfortable as he explained what he knew of the industry to her.

“Submissive would certainly be exciting to many, but, at least from my own limited observations, this particular genre seems to have rather...versatile...active women. The characters created seem to focus more on the nature, or the perceived nature, of the fetish then a given role. Many being submissive, or dominant, or both in a single session, but always eager for whatever is coming.”

He felt more comfortable talking about the business of it, and forced himself to keep his eyes locked on hers, not roaming all over her encased form. “Some do the meek submissive thing, almost exclusively, and their characters seem to be more helpless victims. Perhaps something in between would be a refreshing addition to the scene? An eager, total submissive?” Robert shrugged, as if he were just making a casual observation, and trying not to let his cock grow any more thick with blood from the idea of seeing this beautiful woman, a model who had dominated the industry, in a truly sexual, submissive role.

Soon the plane's angle changed, on approach to the air port. “There will be a limo waiting for us. If you like, you can change back into your clothes, I'm sure our hosts will have more for you to try on and get fitted properly on arrival.” He felt guilty at how hard it was to make that recommendation.
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She smiled thinly, refusing to let Robert know how much his answer pleased her. To wear this suit for long hours, almost all day, every day, in the role of a submissive was incredibly exciting to her. Elise had dabbled with a few friends in the fetish industry a few years ago, a little more than tipsy on a cocktail of alcoholic beverages. They had gone online and explored a few "BDSM" websites. While her friends and she had simply laughed about it, Elise had first felt that pulsating thrill and pull in her stomach when she saw an image of a girl completely naked and restrained. The girl was blindfolded and gagged, her arms restrained behind her in an arm binder, a collar on her neck attached to a pole behind her, her legs spread wide with a spreader bar. The image, while highly erotic, never left Elise's mind.

She wanted to feel like that girl. And the confining suit was definitely making her feel like that. Elise truly didn't know how to thank Robert for how she was feeling. Or, how to hide her feelings. Surely as they got more into character and she was forced into more submissive positions, her body- well, mainly her breasts and pussy- would begin to react. The aroma of her sweet nectar would fill the air, and then he would know how truly turned on those suits made her. What a predicament.

"Yeah, that sounds good," she agreed casually, struck out of her own musings, as she smiled at him once more. She nodded and got up to walk into the bathroom, throwing on the clothes she had on earlier. She came back out, gingerly handing him the carefully folded suit.

"Should I know anything about our hosts before I meet them, Mr. Cooper?" she asked, hoping her previously burning cheeks were a little less flushed with excitement.
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He had to calm down while she was changing, and as she emerged he thought he'd been pretty successful and was also saved by the captain announcing that they were making their final approach, so to please be seated and buckled in.

The landing was pleasant enough, and the limo offered a bottle of champagne, which he offered her a glass of, since she had already agreed to take the job. “Don't worry about the clients, their more lost on this stuff then you are. Hell, their just excited to get this stuff to market – any market! It was an act of desperation for them to contact me in the first place. I work on people, not products. But, it seems it all worked out.”

He took a sip of the bubbly, and continued. “So if there is anything you want, any questions or concerns you have for them, speak up. From a color, to a style, texture, you name it – while we're offering to demo this stuff for them, really they need to make you happy to do it. I'll be getting your first set of outfits for free, merely with the promise to show them off in the right places....places they have no contacts in.”

He was grinning, but hen a thought struck him. She had agreed, and obviously was getting caught up in the excitement of something new – understandable given the way she had been spending her time as of late. It must have been lonely. But still, he'd overlooked something as well. “Miss Andersen, forgive me, I got caught in the moment, I never even considered if you wished our hosts to know you identity. If you with to remain anonymous, even from them, I understand, and we have time, still, to make such accommodations.” By accommodations he meant there were a couple masks and hoods to choose from in the bag of outfits.

“Certainly we can arrange for you to have a contract with me, or with the manufacturers, whichever is more comfortable for you.” He'd managed a couple contracts, privately, himself before. Not his favorite thing, but he understood her desire for secrecy...the less that knew, the more reliable it was that the secret would remain just that.
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