Male Latex Lesbian - Part Two:

Girl Party

By Lilith

Patty suggested that they use her car, a shiny red Miata convertible parked in the hotel's basement garage. George felt more than a little self-conscious in his exotic female disguise as the two "girls" rode down in the elevator to the underground parking area. But with his own face completely concealed under its sexy latex second skin, he gave no outward sign of his nervousness, except for the slight tremble in his nylon clad legs, perched on towering stiletto heels.

On the fourth floor, the elevator door slid open and the two good looking young men who entered did a double take at the erotically garbed twins already inside.

"Good evening, ladies, "said the taller of them, a slender blonde with a neat mustache and piercing blue eyes.

Patty responded with a cheerful "Hello!" while George, somewhat shocked at the sudden appearance of the strangers, merely inclined his masked head and smiled in a silent greeting.

The second man, a shorter, more heavily muscled fellow with curly brown hair that reached his collar, smiled at the two attractive female figures.

"Are you sisters?" he asked politely. "If not, you certainly are candidates for `Separated at Birth!'"

George spoke up, slipping naturally into the female voice that he had worked so hard to perfect while appearing in "La Cage."

"Actually, these are costumes, boys," he purred in a breathy contralto. "We're two girlfriends going to a party together."

The two men glanced at each other as if sharing the same thought telepathically.

"Well, if you are looking for escorts, we'd be very happy to join two such attractive ladies," said the blonde with a smile.

"No thanks, sugar," said Patti, raising one of her hands to cut him off and smiling with her mask's sensual latex lips. "This is strictly an all-girl affair tonight. I'm afraid you boys don't have the right kind of plumbing to fit in with this crowd."

George, stunned but amused at her brazen response, nudged her with his elbow and giggled.

The two boys stopped the elevator at the lobby floor.

"Well, in case the party turns out to be a bust and you two are looking for some company later, my friend and I are going to have dinner in the dining room, then spend the rest of the evening telling each other lies in the lounge," said the blonde as they stepped out of the car. "We'd be delighted to have you join us. We will probably be there until closing time."

As the doors slid shut, George involuntarily gave the blonde a tiny wave, then giggled into the palm of his latex hand. He was beginning to get into his feminine role. He found himself wondering how it would feel to get into a bed with a man. Somehow, dressed as he was, the idea excited him. How long would he be able to keep up his femme masquerade with a male lover? These were dangerous thoughts, but George enjoyed them thoroughly.

The drive to the party was uneventful, although the two gorgeous women in the red convertible drew more than a few stares from passersby during the 15 minute trip. The party, it turned out, was at the Women's Building on the outskirts of the city's lesbian and gay neighborhood northwest of the civic center area. As Patty parked the car, George felt a trace of nervousness. He would have to turn in the best femme performance of his life in order to pass at a party that was strictly for real women.

Patty seemed to sense his uneasiness. She turned to him with her placid but beautiful latex face and gave a radiant smile that seemed to bring the rubber features of the mask completely to life. Patting him gently on his latex hand, she teased him with a shocking admission: "Just to make things interesting tonight, I told a couple of my friends that my twin sister at the party is actually going to be a lovely man in drag. It will be up to you to figure out which of them know your actual gender and are just pretending that you are a real girl to go along with me. But don't worry, sugar. You'll be fine."

George was stunned. "Are your friends okay with this?" he asked anxiously in his breathy contralto, working hard at staying in character. "I mean, I would hate to cause some sort of a scene if somebody becomes upset with me crashing what is, after all, supposed to be a girl's party."

Patty shook her head emphatically. "There will be no problems with my friends, honey," she said. "They all think your masquerade as my female twin is terrific fun. They are as interested as I am to see whether any of the other guests catch on. And they are going to be stunned to see how beautiful and feminine you are. I've asked them not to let on what they know to anyone -- even you. Just keep acting natural and feminine, the way you have been. Don't put on too femme a show -- you did fine in the elevator with those two cute boys. Keep it up and nobody will have a clue. Even my girlfriends won't believe you aren't actually a woman."

Reassured, George took a deep breath and submerged himself into his new female persona. They had decided he was to be "Cheri," while Patty would be her twin sister "Teri." For the rest of the night, he thought to himself, I will simply be a woman.

"Teri" presented their tickets to two women behind a card table inside the doorway dressed as Ante Bellum Southern Maidens, complete with ornate curled wigs and voluminous gowns filled out with petticoats.

"Y'all have a good time, now - y'heah?" one of the women said with a smile as she stamped the backs of their latex hands with a little pumpkin symbol so they could go in and out of the building freely. "Y'all get tired of dancin' come on back out heah and sit a spell," she added with a wink to "Cheri" as she held her hand a tad longer than was necessary simply to stamp it. "Ah could learn to fancy a gal lahk you, honey chile!"

Behind the latex smile on Cheri's beautiful rubber face, George blushed deeply at the blatant come-on. Teri whispered in her ear: "I should have mentioned, a lot of the women here are lesbians and quite a few swing either way. You are probably just as likely to get hit on by many of these girls are you would be by a guy!"

The two latex ladies swept through the foyer into the main conference room of the Women's Building. The large meeting hall had been strung with orange and black crepe paper streamers and cardboard Halloween figures for the occasion, turning it into an impromptu ballroom. A four-piece female combo -- dressed in face paint and gaudy glam rock outfits like a male heavy metal group from the 1970s -- was playing dance music on a small riser at the right rear corner of the room. More than 100 wildly costumed women were already moving to the beat in the center of the room, garbed as cats, clowns, police officers, cowgirls and other classic Halloween figures.

At least one woman wore a powdered English barrister's wig, a large white fake mustache and a flowing judicial gown. Her robe came to just below her knees, and underneath its hem, her legs worked to the rhythm in fishnet stockings and a pair of shiny red patent leather mules with seven inch high heels and three-inch platforms. The gender-bending effect of her costume was as startling in its way as the male drag queens who dress in nuns' habits for Gay Pride parades and other functions.

Cheri could not help but smile with delight as Teri took her hand and led her to the dancing barrister.

"Lorna," Teri said, tapping the swaying drag lawyeress on the shoulder to catch her attention, "This is my girlfriend Cheri. Cheri -- this is Lorna. She is one of the top women lawyers in town."

"Patti!" Lorna shrieked with delight. "What marvelous costumes you girls are wearing! If it hadn't been for your voice, I would never have known it was you!"

Up close, Cheri could see that Barrister Lorna was wearing completely feminine makeup despite her male wig and mustache, a touch which only added to the exotic gender-bending charm of her costume.

"I'm so glad to meet you," Cheri said as she hugged Lorna with feminine familiarity and planted an air-kiss next to her wig-covered ear.

Lorna air-kissed her back, then put her arm around Teri's waist and looked at both the latex maidens with a lascivious grin. "You girls look good enough to eat -- and I mean that literally," she said with a lewd wink. "Those are very sexy costumes, Patti!"

Teri waved her hand in a gesture of negation. "I'm not Patti, tonight, honey -I'm Teri -- see, Cheri and Teri," she said, putting her arm around Cheri's corset-nipped waist. "We're the Doublerubber Mint Twins! If Rubber's Your Pleasure, We'll Double Your Fun!"

Lorna giggled at the lame pun. "Well you two can double my pleasure anytime you want," she said with a grin. "You are two of the hottest-looking women here!"

Cheri looked around with excitement. "What a wonderful party!" she said in her low, sexy purr. "Such great costumes! I am so glad Teri brought me!"

Surveying the room, Lorna showed a darkly lipstick smile beneath her shaggy white mustache. "Aren't they though," she said with satisfaction as she studied the other revelers. "I'm on the board of directors for the building, and the organization sold nearly 400 tickets for this little affair. It looks like nearly half of our guests have already arrived, and we only opened the doors forty minutes ago!"

Grabbing the two latex dolls by their hands, Lorna grinned and said, "Come on, girls! Let's dance!"

Giggling, Cheri and Teri joined their judicially attired girlfriend, mincing and swaying to the music in their shiny PVC outfits and ridiculously high heels. Within minutes, the three gyrating women were joined by another couple. One was done up as a female drag version of Groucho Marx, complete with claw hammer coat, baggy striped pants and a black electrician's tape mustache and eyebrows. The other was a sexy witch with an oversized, hooked latex nose spirit-gummed over her own, while the rest of her face was covered with green foundation and black eyeliner, penciled eyebrows and sharply outline . She wore a revealing black spandex mini-dress with a plunging neckline and ragged cuffs and hem, shiny green tights and a part of black patent lace up boots that came to slightly above her ankles. She had carried her makeup scheme all the way down her torso, so that the mounded tops of her breasts peeking out of her shiny black gown were the same green as her face. Her hands had also been painted with green dye, and had been tipped by black three-inch plastic nails that looked like sexy claws.

Lorna hugged the two newcomers. "Linda and Pamela," she said, gesturing to the witch and Groucho, "Meet Cheri and Teri, the Doublerubber Mint twins!"

The witch hugged Cheri, then stepped back holding her hands and took in her costume.

"What a tremendously sexy look," she said, her full black lips twisting in a wicked smile appropriate for her costume. Glancing over at Teri, she added, "But which is which?"

Cheri giggled and squeezed her new friend's hands. "Sometimes even we can't tell who is who," she said with a broad latex smile. Linda the witch stroked Cheri's latex cheek gently. "Well, those are certainly erotic costumes," she said grinning. "Is that outfit very warm to wear?" Cheri shook her head, her long curls jiggling slightly around her rubber face. "Not really," she said. "Actually they are surprisingly comfortable. It helps that the hall is so well air conditioned. However, my own body temperature went up a few degrees when you showed up, honey. Your outfit is pretty saucy, too. Tell me now, are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

Linda laughed at the line stolen from "Wizard of Oz."

"When I'm bad, I'm very, very bad," she responded with a wink, familiarly putting her hand on Cheri's hip. "But when I'm good, my lovers say I'm fantastic! Frankly, you'll have to judge for yourself, honey. Don't leave here tonight without giving me your phone number."

The five girls chatted for a few more minutes, then Cheri and Teri excused themselves for refreshments. As they ordered drinks, Teri leaned close to Cheri and said, "So far, so good! You haven't been here 20 minutes and you are already being hit on like a dinner gong."

Cheri sipped a vodka and tonic through a straw. "Did you hear what Linda said to me?" she asked in an excited whisper. "What a fantastic turn on!"

Teri leaned close and brushed Cheri's latex lips with her own affectionately. "Just don't forget who brought you to the dance, sugar," she said. "You are on a diet tonight, girlfriend! Look at the menu all you want, but don't forget that I am the main course."

Cheri leaned forward and kissed her back. "Don't worry, honey," she said fervently. "Just seeing this wonderful buffet is giving me a tremendous appetite! I can hardly wait to dig in!"

Carrying their cocktails, the two rubber girls circled the dancers, bobbing and swaying to the music as they went. Teri excitedly pointed to a woman wearing a bright red PVC devil's costume, complete with a pointed tail, a shiny red latex hood with horns and extremely high- heeled red platform shoes that had been painted black on the toes and instep to look like hooves. The devil woman had painted her visible features with fire engine red greasepaint that almost matched her garish costume. She had set off her eyes and lips with dark black crayon and two pairs of the longest false eyelashes Cheri had ever seen.

"That's Janine Stevens," said Teri in a rough whisper. "She works with us at the office! I've never seen her looking so completely wild!"

Cheri looked closely at the scarlet costumed woman and suddenly recognized her under her highly painted features and grotesquely sensual costume. Of course, in her usual garb, Janine wore choppy blond hair and a pair of large-framed glasses. Cheri was stunned. Had Teri not made the connection, Cheri would never have recognized the bright red devil woman with her exotic pony girl hooves as the somewhat retiring accountant from the bookkeeping division!

On a whim, Cheri suddenly danced up to the whirling imp and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Great costume, dear," she said as the red devil turned and squinted at her somewhat myopically. "Where ever did you get it?"

Janine smiled broadly. "You like it? " she asked, glancing down a little self-consciously. "I put it together from stuff I bought at a fetishwear shop. It's a complete personality transformation -- I usually don't dress this dramatically, but tonight I am going full bore!"

Cheri smiled and nodded. "Well, it looks fantastic," she said, patting the red devil on her well-rounded rump. "Extremely sexy! You go, girl!"

Cheri danced back to Teri's side, beaming at her. "She didn't have any idea who I was," Cheri said with delight. "I've worked with her through three different projects at the company and she didn't have a clue who she was talking to!"

Teri smiled. "Things aren't always what they seem to be, are they, dear!" she said. "Of course, don't forget that she's so nearsighted she can't see across the hall. Nevertheless, you are completely unrecognizable."

The rest of the evening went in a blue of introductions to exotically costumed women, rubbery kisses and hugs of greeting and goodbye, and girlish small talk. Every so often the two latex maidens would step outside to enjoy cigarettes, only to be quickly joined by other smokers who complimented them on their costumes and insisted on touching their tight-fitting PVC dresses and latex faces. It seemed each costumed reveler was more enticingly dressed than the last. Cheri danced and made girl talk with a legion of new acquaintances, never once slipping out of character. More than half her new friends insisted on getting her name and phone number so they could contact her later.

Of course, she had no idea what she would say to any of these women if they called George's apartment and asked for "Cheri." After all, all of them were expressly attracted to the latex vixen, not George, "Cheri's" male alter ego.

After a few hours of revelry, Cheri and Teri went to the ladies' room to relieve themselves and check on their appearance.

When Cheri emerged from her stall, Teri was nowhere to be found. She looked around with growing concern, but could not locate her PVC- suited twin. After about 20 minutes of circling the main dance area, Cheri spotted Linda, the green-skinned witch, standing near the band.

"Excuse me, Linda," she said as she approached from the side. "Have you seen my latex sister anywhere? I seem to have lost her for the moment?"

Linda the witch turned to her with a smile that sparkled through her exotic makeup. "Hi, Cheri -- it is Cheri, isn't it?" she responded. "Actually, I haven't seen Teri for a while. Let's look together."

Hand-in-hand, the two wildly costumed girls worked their way through the crowd.

Cheri felt somewhat puzzled. Something about Linda seemed slightly different. It could have been the set of her face, the tone of her voice -- any number of small things. But Linda didn't seem to be the same woman. Cheri wondered how many cocktails she had consumed, and whether they were beginning to affect her judgment

. Suddenly Linda pointed. "Look, there she is," she said, gesturing to the very back of the room to where a familiar PVC clad figure stood alone, smoking a cigarette and tapping one of her high-heeled shoes in time to the music.

Linda gave Cheri a gentle pat on the buttocks and said, "Go ahead, sugar, and catch up with her. I'll see both of you later."

Cheri zigzagged through the crowd toward her partner, still puzzled over why Linda had seemed so different. "Could I have had that much to drink?" she though to herself. "There is something about her face and voice that seemed so familiar, but not the same."

Teri turned to Cheri as she maneuvered the last few yards through the crowd. Taking her twin's arm, Teri leaned close and said, "Let's go, honey -- I'm getting a headache. I need to get away from this loud music. Let's go back to the hotel."

Cheri, who was both slightly tipsy and very horny, nodded quickly and the two rubber maidens headed toward Teri's convertible.

The drive back to the hotel was as uneventful as the drive to the party had been, only the streets were emptier and there were no admirers for the two latex females as they passed by. It was well after midnight when the two rubber girls pulled into the parking garage, so they met no one on the elevator back to their room.

Teri grabbed Cheri almost as soon as they were inside the room, kissing her passionately on the lips and pushing her back toward the bed. She unzipped the front of Cheri's shiny PVC dress and slipped it off her. The room's lights were turned low, and Cheri caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she undid Teri's dress and pulled it off. The seams of the rubber torso were almost invisible in the dim light. Only the little ridge down the back where the garment's zipper was hidden gave away the fact that Cheri was anything but a remarkably well-endowed genetic woman.

The two girls sprawled on the bed, still wearing their corsets, stockings and shoes. As they kissed, their tongues worked inside each other's mouths. Cheri felt light-headed with sexual arousal. She started to reach behind her head, to unzip her mask and strip it and the wig off her face.

Teri stopped her with a gentle hand. "Let's stay the way we are for now -- I've wanted you all night looking exactly as you do now. Indulge me, honey!"

Cheri nodded and kissed her twin.

Teri gently reached inside Cheri's silky panties and placed her fingertips inside the lips of Cheri's latex vagina, the pressure stimulating the rock-hard penis hidden underneath the rubber cunt. Her rhythmic massage was excruciatingly arousing, and Cheri could barely stand the waves of pleasure that washed over her. After a few moments of steady friction, Cheri climaxed in a series of spasms that made her body buck with passion beside her latex twin.

As soon as her orgasm had ended, Cheri pulled down Teri's silky panties to expose her pink rose of passion. She splayed the soft tissue of Teri's pussy with her latex fingertips gently and began kissing it and probing it with her tongue.

Finding the little bump of Teri's clitoris, Cheri methodically licked and teased it until Teri's legs were trembling and she began giving small cries of ecstasy. In a moment, Teri, too, had climaxed, arching her back with the exquisite torture of her orgasm and moaning uncontrollably.

The two rubber-clad girls reclined in each other's arms afterward, silent except for the steady hiss of their breath flowing through the thin nostrils of their rubber masks.

Finally, Teri rose to one elbow, fished two cigarettes out of a package on the nightstand and lit them, placing one between Cheri's dark red latex lips, while she inhaled smoke from the other.

"That was fantastic," Teri said, sending a thin plume of smoke into the air above the bed. "I've been looking forward to that every since I saw you tonight."

Cheri sighed and took a deep drag of her cigarette, letting the smoke trickle from her latex nostrils in a pair of thin grey streams. She stared at her latex twin. Now she was certain something had changed.

"I've been looking forward to it, too, Patti -- or should I say, Linda," Cheri said decisively. "Although I was expecting that it would happen with somebody else."

"Teri" said, "Damn!" and placed her cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed. She stripped the wig off her latex head, then unzipped the back of the mask and peeled it off her face with the moist, sucking sound of damp latex.

"I thought I might be able to fool you a little longer," said the smiling woman whose face emerged from the mask as she shook out her spiky red hair and used a tissue to wipe the perspiration from her face. She still wore traces of her green witch's makeup, although most of it had obviously been creamed off her face and body before she donned the "Teri" outfit and mask.

Linda tossed the mask aside and looked toward the closet. "You might as well come out now, Patti," she said.

The door opened and Patti -- now wearing Linda's sexy witch costume -- emerged from it wearing a giant grin.

"Hi, sugar!" she said to Cheri as she sat on the bed next to her and kissed her gently on her latex lips. "Trick or treat. I played the trick and I hope Linda here was a treat."

George peeled off his own mask and wig and stared at the two women sitting beside him on the bed. "I should have figured you had something like this in mind when you told me earlier tonight that things aren't always what they seem," he said with a smile.

"I hope you aren't too upset, George," Linda said, touching him gently on his cheek with a tender look. "Patty told me about her masquerade plan and I was all set to go along with it. But then I saw you in that incredibly sexy outfit -- I hatched this plan almost as soon as we met."

Turning to Patti with a smile, she added, "Patricia here is an old girlfriend -- and lover. She was more than a little reluctant at first -- she said she had plans for you herself. But I argued there was no reason why you shouldn't enjoy being with both of us tonight. Eventually she went along."

Linda leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "I just had to see if you made as good a lesbian lover as you did a latex woman, dear. My passion and attraction to you was genuine. I was doubly turned on by knowing that, inside the woman I was making love with, there was actually a man -- a very attractive one, I might add."

Patty squeezed George's hand. "You aren't angry, are you honey?" she asked anxiously. "It wasn't really a mean trick, after all."

George shook his head with a grin.

"How could I be angry," he said with a shrug. "Thanks to you, I have been able to spend an evening in the most delightful masquerade en femme, enjoying intimacy with an entire ballroom full of beautiful women. I danced, drank and partied with one gorgeous female after another, most of whom made passes at me. Now I just had one of them make love to me exquisitely. What do I have to be angry about?"

He sighed again looking at his two sexy bedmates. "Well," he said with a smile. "It was certainly a strange and pleasurable end to a strange and pleasurable date."

The two women looked at each other with a grin.

"Who says it's the end," Patti said with a giggle. "Put your masks and wigs back on, and your plastic dresses, too, girls! We three ladies are going down to the hotel bar for a nightcap -- and to see if those two cute guys we met in the elevator are still hanging around.

"It's just possible," she said with a grin and a wink, "that they might be interested in joining the three of us in a five-way !"

The End