Post by Ryan D'Alteau on Sept 17, 2012 20:27:10 GMT -5
C'mon, let's get high!
Well, I found a new way! I found a new way.
C'mon, don't amuse me! I don't need your sympathy!
La! La-la-la-la! Ulysses!
______________________________Franz Ferdinand - "Ulysses"
It had now been three weeks since Maurelle had last called upon him to attend his job but, as Ryan stood in the shower, the lessons which had been imparted upon him were very much fresh in his mind. Having failed to dispatch Morales and Sun with the expedience his employer had requested, he had found himself lumbered with a demotion meant to punish him and teach him to obey orders much more strictly from then on. Instead of being asked to attend another formal function as her personal assassin-for-hire, Maurelle had instead had a different duty in mind.
The address with which she had supplied Ryan corresponded to an office building on the outskirts of Brownsville and, with the risqué and very unorthodox uniform she had delivered that same morning, she had instructed Ryan to arrive and assume the role of her subservient secretary. Normally, people would have taken issue with the "mistreatment" and quit the job then and there but, as Maurelle and other women besides had quickly learned, Ryan was far from a normal person. Arriving at the office's reception desk punctually and wearing every single component of the uniform with which she'd supplied him, it was almost as if he was eager to jump straight into his punishment.
After a short lecture, during which Maurelle had given Ryan an official-looking nametag to wear - emblazoned with an innuendo-ridden fake name - she had shown him to his desk and quickly set him to work, taking phone calls and ensuring that any visitors were promptly shown into his employer's office and extended every courtesy. He had effectively been placed at Maurelle's beck and call. If she or her clients wanted anything to eat or drink, it was Ryan who was tasked with bringing it to them.
At midday, when the entire office traditionally ate lunch, Maurelle had commanded Ryan to venture to the nearest deli to collect the colossal order. Although the establishment in question had only been a couple of hundred metres down the road - barely a single block away - his boss' insistence that he remain clad in his uniform for the entire trip made the task a lot more embarrassing than it needed to be. Although the entire day had been intended to punish him for his insubordination, there had been a deep, dark part of Ryan's mind - the part which longed for Adele to bend him to her carnal whim - that had enjoyed every minute.
Much of his conscious mind couldn't fathom or reliably explain how or why he got such a primal rush from being embarrassed and humiliated but, when he had been given an order by Maurelle, he had carried it out with the prowess and enthusiasm befitting someone in his role. Upon his return from the deli, carrying a large box filled with freshly prepared food, he had been sent around the whole office, hand-delivering everything to the employees that had ordered it. Only he and Maurelle were aware of the truth; both behind Ryan's sudden presence and the specifics of what he had been ordered to do during the day. As far as everyone else was concerned, they were being handed their lunch by a cute woman in a latex bodysuit.
The entire day had continued in a similar vein until the time came to send Ryan home for the evening, his lesson hopefully learned. Although the day's punishment wouldn't have been sufficient for him to reclaim the role with which he had started working for Maurelle, it was apparently enough for him to begin the gradual rise through the ranks. Next time the two of them met in a professional capacity, he wouldn't be a lowly secretary and, as a memento of the occasion, she had even allowed him to keep the bodysuit.
A bodysuit to which Ryan had grown somewhat attached ever since. Costing the better part of a hundred and fifty dollars - according to the internet - it was a shame for him to lock it up in his wardrobe and never wear it again. Being as skin-tight as it was, Ryan had elected to wear it under his normal clothes, often in lieu of conventional underwear and, as he clambered out of the shower and dried himself off, that was precisely what he did. After lightly dousing himself in talc powder and satisfied that the latex wouldn't cling to his skin, he slid himself into the collection of azure rubber and, after zipping everything up, he threw on his shirt and jeans as normal.
It felt slightly strange to have his naked body covered with latex as opposed to fabric, but just the act of wearing the bodysuit evoked the pleasant memories of his day in the office. While Adele may not have fully understood his reasons for wearing it, Ryan had seen the look in her eyes when she had spotted him wearing it. She could see every contour of both his body and what the latex happened to cover in the process. In a change to the normal procedure, Ryan had - at Adele's urging - called Maurelle, requesting to see her. He had explained Adele's desire to meet her and that she would be the only "extraneous" person at the house when she arrived.
"She ain't gonna be long," Ryan explained as he sat himself down in the living room beside his fiancée. "She's gotta couple o'things to take care of b'fore she can drive down here." Since the discussion at the clinic, Maurelle's name hadn't arisen in conversation as much as Adele would have liked. Whenever it did, Ryan had quickly deflected the subject. It was only last night when he had finally relented, setting up the meeting she obviously wanted. "Now..." Ryan smiled, sliding his arm around Adele's shoulders. "Are y'gonna be a good girl when she shows up?"