A few days later, when you sneek her in at work

It's only been a few days since you and Blanche went on your date. But since then she's occupied your every waking thought. When you close your eyes at night, you open them up to dreams of her, covered head to toe in brightly shining latex, begging for you to take her and use her like the doll she is; white. But sadly, between school and work, it's been impossible to spend more than a few fleeting minutes together at a time.

A few days pass and while sitting in class you feel your pocket vibrate. This is college not high school; if you want to waste your time texting instead of paying attention it's your loss. So you fish your phone out and take a peek.

Blanche: I miss you. :(

Sam: I really miss you, too.

Blanche: Work tonight? My evening's open and I don't have class till after ten tomorrow!

You grimace.

Sam: Yeah, sorry.

Blanche: :(

Sam: Want me to sneak you in? LoL

Blanche: Sure! Sounds fun. What's your plan?

You'd been joking. Apparently she'd glossed over the 'LoL'. ...Nevertheless, it IS an idea. It's not like anyone'll be there to notice. You can spend time with your girlfriend and earn a paycheck.

And so, before you even know it, you're walking down one of the many checker-tile hallways of the office building that you're supposed to be guarding, heading for the back door. Outside, you can hear heavy rainfall and the occasional boom of thunder. According to the weather app on your phone, it's likely to go on most of the night.

As you push the one-way door open, the torrent immediately rushes in, creating a puddle on the floor and soaking your nearest pant leg. You see a shadow moving out there and wave it in. Luckily you've already taken the precaution of nudging the camera in the other direction.

Blanche hurries in, folding her clear, plastic umbrella as she clears the entryway. Hurriedly, you haul the door shut behind her.

"Oh my gosh! Did you see how bad it's pooring down out there?" she exclaims.

"Yeah, I noticed," you reply, trying to wring the water out of your pant leg.

You look up at her. Today she's wearing a white belly shirt with some Chinese or Japanese symbols stretched tightly across the center by those gorgeous, full breasts of hers. Over that she has a black leather coat. Add to that a pair of baggy black cargo pants and darker than usual eyeliner and she had an almost goth look going on. And of course, that ever present backpack hangs loosely from one shoulder.

Without consciously thinking about it, you are drawn to her. One arm slips underneath her jacket and around her bare back, pulling her into your embrace.

"Your sure no one's going to notice I'm here?" she asks.

"Please, I have a hard time believing anyone comes here willingly during the day, let alone after dark," you say.

It's true. You've walked these halls night after night. It's all just an unending series of offices and cubicles, occasionally interrupted by the odd conference room or employee lounge. Given the choice, you're rather certain that you would throw yourselves off a cliff rather than work in this depressing place for the rest of your life.

"I feel so naughty, sneaking in here like this," she says, looking up at you.

"I'm pretty sure it's the most excitement this place has seen in years," you say.

"What do you say we liven it up a little more, then," she says.

You slide your hand down her back and give her tight ass a good, solid squeeze. She lets out a little gasp.

"I think that's a great idea," you say.

Her eyes beg you to do more, to do all those things you've dreamt about doing to her.

"Blanche-," you begin to say but she interrupts you.

"Call me white," she says.

You can't help but grin. "White."

That one word rolling off your lips clearly has a profound effect on her. She closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, as if in a momentary state of ecstacy. When the moment passes and she opens her eyes again, she looks even more **** than before.

Not one to make a lady wait, you take her firmly by the wrist and head down the hallway. You know exactly where your taking her. You round one corner and then cut through a dimly lit conference room into another hallway. Then you come to an office at the very end. It's locked but of course you have the master key. Inside, it's carpeted and more spacious than the others. A messy desk and over filled file cabinets occupy one end of the room while a couch, small refrigerator, and coffee table take up the other. Obviously the boss doesn't like to mingle with his underlings in the break room. You reach down and tug on the bottom of the couch and it folds out into a bed.

"That's convenient," white says.

"Yeah. Discovered it on my first night working here, actually," you say.

She sets her backpack on the coffee table and lays down on the bed on her side in what you take to be her best porn star pose. She supports her head with one had while cupping one of breasts through her shirt with the other, almost as if offering it to you. Your cock immediately hardens.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"I thinnk that you missed your calling as a model," you say.

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, right! I bet you say that to all the girls."

She pops one boot off and then the other. Her jacket soon follows.

"I... I want you to look in my backpack," she says, suddenly a nervous tone to her voice.

You of course oblige her. As you pick it up, you notice that her bag is quite a bit heavier than it was last time. As you unzip the bag and peer inside she continues to undress. Inside, you of course see the beautiful white latex suit, but that's not all that's in there. You also find two sets of very heavy-duty looking white leather cuffs, a pearly white ball-gag the likes of which your sure would stretch white's mouth wide open, and an almost painfully rigid looking corset.

"Sure you're ready for this?" she asks, perhaps seeing the look on your face.

You lower the bag to look at her and nearly drop it as your eyes land on her naked form. Her breasts, which you had originally appraised to be D-cups are obviously DDs if not Es! You follow her perfectly toned stomach down past her belly button, and between her legs. Even without them spread it's clear that she keeps herself cleanly shaven. And maybe it's just your mind playing tricks on you but you almost think you can see a slight gleen of wetness!

You're cock is so hard now that it's throbbing in time with your heartbeat!

You struggle for words. "I don't think I could possibly be more ready."

She reaches out and relieves you of the backpack. All you can do is watch and marvel as she carefully pulls the bright, shining latex suit out and begins her ritual of putting it on. First the legs, slowly inching her toes down the length of the entire suit which ends at a pair of impractically high platform heels, built into the feet of the suit.

A few minutes later, both of her legs are completely and perfectly encased in her second skin of latex. Not a single wrinkle or imperfection, whatsoever. With one last tug she brings it up around her hips. The material is so form fitting that you can clearly see the lips of her partially spread pussy. With an ever growing smile, you notice two plastic zippers; one running down the length of her latex pussy and another, partially obscured between her ample ass cheeks. You're not sure which one you want to unzip first!

She takes a deep, moaning breath. "Oh god, I swear I almost came."

The midsection seems to slip on easy enough, at least until she comes to her over ample bosom. It's obviously a strain to fit them inside the restrictive material. But when she does, it's well worth the effort. The suit lifts and supports them just like a bra would except better. Her large, hard nipples are clearly on display.

"Can you zip me up, sir?" she asks in a new tone of voice.

Normally she's so assertive. But now, kneeling before you on the bed... she seems so submissive. She told you that she is a different person in the suit but you hadn't imagined that the transformation would be so drastic. Not just her voice but her manerisms and her whole personality are changing before your very eyes.

Zipping the already taught material up is a slow process. She draws he shoulders back to give you just enough slack to pull it all the way up. Gods know how she ever did it on her own!

When she turns around, the sight is absolutely stunning. You fumble with your belt for a moment and your pants fall to the floor, releasing your desperately throbbing cock from its denim prison. In an instant your on her, running a hand up her infinitely smoth body to her breast. You run your lips along her neck to her shoulder. Just as your starting to feel around for her front zipper she starts pushing you away.

"Please sir, may this doll be allowed to finish dawning her skin before you use her," she practically begs.