I hate mondays!

Two days after Susan had come clean with her family and told them all the truth about the last two months, Susan felt like a terrible burden had finally been lifted off her shoulders. Giving Reed a spare key to the building just in case he wanted to see her at work, she was grateful that he did not seem too terribly upset about the extramarital affairs. She felt bad about that, but she also understood that if she put all her appetites to her husband every night, he’d be a drained old man by the end of the week at best. She would make it up to him somehow, he deserved that much. But she did manage to convince him that for their relationship to survive as she was now, then she had to feed.

And that meant what she was doing right now.

Stepping out of the change room of the high-rise condominium suite, Susan stuck her blue latex clad boot out of the doorway, showing off its glossy sheen, pressing her heel against the door frame and slowly revealing herself to the man lying in bed. With her back now against the doorframe, Susan leaned her head back and smiled seductively to her client. She wore thigh high latex high heel boots, with matching shoulder high latex gloves and a one-piece body suit that clung to her every skin-tight curve. Tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, Susan turned to face the man, a sultry smirk on her lips the entire time as she sashayed towards the bed, the moonlight shimmering off the gloss of her latex suit from the moonlight cutting through the open window. In the light the latex almost looked fluid, rippling like water in the moon light as Susan stretched her arms over her head and turned, showing off her backside and looking over her shoulder with a wink and blowing the man a kiss.

“Damn girl, that is hot!” Chuckled the man splayed out on the waterbed, grinning with his arms behind his head and his legs crossed. Unlike her, he wore nothing and already he was getting hard watching the woman turn and twist, showing off her long legs and curves. “Come on Doll, lets have some fun.”

Making her way around the bed and tracing a latex covered finger across the bedframe, Susan teasingly let her latex suit streak across the material, creating a squeal that made her client squint before she climbed on top of the bed and straddled him. Sitting up over his waist, Susan thrust out her chest to let the man lick up the latex material covering her body, the surface so oily smooth, his hands slipped easily across the surface. His hands roamed over her latex clad breasts and down to her rear. His tongue going over the slopes of her top before she playfully pushed his head back down and the force caused the bed to wave with the motion. Looking up, he found her tug at a zipper at the collar to her suit, he swore it wasn’t there seconds earlier. Pulling the zipper down it unclasped the portion containing her breasts until the zipper met with her neck again and unclasped. Shirking the latex material away, Susan thrust her chest out again, her full, bare breasts exposed to the man invitingly.

Feeling between her legs to his throbbing erection bobbing under her naval, Susan cooed and pulled open a second zipper at her crotch, creating an opening for the man to find purchased and sink deep into her pussy. Again, how come he never noticed? Grabbing hold of her bare hips, the man winced, thrusting into the blonde woman straddling his waist. Getting into a rhythm, the man winced and panted, the blonde bombshell riding him for minutes and smiling down at his enthusiasm as he tightened his grip, feeling his fingers slip over the polished latex around her thighs. Catching a hitch in his breath, the man tensed up and went ridged, his orgasm crashing through him as the gorgeous blonde riding him cried out, her latex gloved hands pinning his shoulders down before smothering his face in her breasts.

“Damn girl, you are worth every penny!”

“Glad you’ve been satisfied, unless you can go another round?” Susan purred, sitting up and tracing circles around the man’s left peck muscle affectionately.

I don’t know… I might need some incentive.” He chuckled, raising his eyebrows with a hint.

Smiling again, Susan slipped off the man and turned to stand at the middle of the bedroom, she began to undo the latex gloves and boots, peeling the slick garments off her creamy smooth skin, then tugging behind her, then unzipped the back and let the rest of her suit come loose and fall to the floor. Leaving her completely naked. Turning her back to the man, she crossed her arms and looked over her shoulder with a pursed smirked. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at but for a moment it looked like something was flowing up her legs, enveloping her body and creeping up her shoulders and neck before covering her entire body. Slowly turning around, the man’s erection returned at the sight.

He didn’t know how, or why, but the blonde looking back at him and stretching her arms over her head glistened in the moonlight, her flesh made into living latex itself. “Is this incentive enough for you? Hot stuff?” She purred, sauntering back to the bed and crawling back on with her hands and knees. Her skin was slick and smooth, so much so she practically slid over him, giggling as she stopped with her breasts catching his chin between them. Her skin was a polished ocean blue and the way it glistened in the moonlight made her look like she was fluid.

“H-how?!”

“You paid extra; you get the ‘extra’ deal.” Husked Susan, straddling his waist against and smiling when she found his erection practically throbbing in her slick fingers. Letting him enter her again, the man gasped to find out that she felt like liquid latex on the inside as well as from out. With more effort than before, the man began to buck his hips and grind against her, making her giggle and laugh as the man under her scrambled to experience more of her. Licking the smooth slopes of her breasts. Smiling down at her client, Susan was certainly enjoying his effort, she was worried the middle-aged man would give out after the first bout but was pleasantly surprised when she upped the ante.

“Huhh… So close… So… Hnnnnnngh!” Wincing his eyes shut, the man cried out, gripping at her slick hips and thighs for only the briefest of seconds before slipping and rearing back, thrashing as his release overtook him. Lolling her head, Susan basked in the essence she took from him. Collapsing back and panting for air, her client had finally been satisfied, and her sated. “That was… That was…”

“Happy to have been of service…” Leaning down to give him a kiss, the two suddenly froze when they heard a door across the hallway open, followed by the click-clack of high heels. “Honey, I’m home!”

Grimacing into a panic, the man scrambled out of bed and unceremoniously tossed Susan out of bed to find something to wear as the man heard his wife return after a late night with the girls.

“You didn’t tell me you were married!” Whispered Susan angrily, getting up from the floor trying to get her clothes, only to be shoved by her client out the balcony window to keep hidden just as the bedroom door swung upon with the man struggling to put his pants on. “Hey honey, how was your night with the girls?”

“Great Sam, we had a helluva…” Looking down at the latex boots, gloves and body suit, the woman tapped her heel and glared up at her husband. “The fuck is this?!”

“Uhm…” Looking out the window, the man found Susan gone without a trace.

*

Flying high overhead of the city and huffing to herself in frustration, the nude demoness flapped her feathered wings, making her way back to her escort service in the dead of night and in the buff. With her arms crossed to cover herself out in the cool air, Susan huffed in frustration. “Great… Just great, hires me while his wife is drinking with her friends, two-timing asshole!” Crossing her arms tighter, Susan’s eyes shifted back and forth before she sighed a deep breath, letting her arms go limp. “Right Suzie, calling the kettle black, aren’t we?”

“Your telling me!”

Looking over her right shoulder, Susan found Janet in the air with her, in her draenei form and equally naked, holding a pair of heels in her hand, her two pairs of diaphanous wings flapping to keep her aloft.

“Hey Janet… How’s your night going?”

“Meh, Just came back from a bachelor party; they wanted me to come out of a cake, but some asshole ripped my thong, and someone stole my cloths, you?”

“Same boat really…” Susan shrugged, her silver hair billowing over her three sets of horns as the two flew back to the escort service.

“Mondays, am I right?”