A night out at the Premium Club
When Alice landed at Confins airport, it was Friday afternoon. She was clutching her suitcase and a cardboard box containing her most revered treasure. The flight was packed with businessmen returning to spend the weekend with their families, their faces beaming with smiles at the new contracts they had signed. The good times were back! Those last few years, since the pandemic had dragged most of the world into recession, had been tough, but now things were finally getting back to normal. Alice had started traveling on business again, and the representation fees she received were excellent. This time, she could treat herself to a first-class weekend, with a party at the hottest rubbers' club in Minas Gerais capital, Premium Club.
Nothing like the baroque notion of sin instilled by priests in their believers to create a libidinous society. The parties in Belo Horizonte were very wild, something never seen in Rio, where Alice lived. She realized that in beach towns, where sensuality naturally emerges by the sea, where half-naked bodies are exposed without shame, there was a lot of talk about sex, about perversions, about new waves, but people felt bored and insensitive at heart.
In the religious upbringing of Belo Horizonte, everything seemed to contribute to the creation of sensual souls: the priest and his sermons always present in family homes, the images of saints in slow procession from house to house, the gaze of the Lord omnipresent and attentive to all, absolutely all the peccadilloes and bad thoughts of believers. Helena, Alice's best friend, was one of these cases. Baptized and confirmed, she attended church every Sunday, where she took communion and went to confession. What did the priest advise her? Whatever was said in the confessional didn't seem to stop her from continuing to attend the Premium Club parties every fortnight.
That Friday afternoon, after crossing the city from north to south, Alice finally arrived at Helena's new apartment, where she would be staying for the weekend.
- Your friend lives far away, huh? Why would she choose such a distant neighborhood? The exit to Nova Lima is just around the corner. - the taxi driver commented to Alice as he helped her unload her suitcase and pointed with his chin to the crossroads 50 meters away.
Helena took a short break from work to receive her at her apartment, but soon returned to her office in the same building, where there were still two patients waiting to be seen. Alice decided to take advantage of her free time to wash the new clothes she would be wearing on Saturday evening. Slowly, she opened the luxurious package she had clutched to her chest, which contained her biggest shopping dream of recent years: stockings, hold up tabs and suspenders by Atsuko Kudo, as well as gloves, a magnificent corset and neckpiece, which had been delivered by post just two days before. All made of latex, but with details that looked like lace. Although they had cost a small fortune, she had no regrets, as the ensemble was simply magnificent! But before anything else, she had to get down to work, wash the pieces to remove the talc and then polish them, leaving everything sparkling for the next day's night out.
The sensation of pleasure caused by the contact of her hands with the latex garments combined with the fatigue accumulated over the week made Alice slowly slip into a state of torpor. Soon she saw herself at the age of ten, playing dolls alone in a quiet corner of her parents' house. Surprised by the sound of footsteps, she stopped brushing her Barbie's long blonde hair and watched attentively as the bedroom door opened.
- Happy birthday, darling,” her father said, as he bent down and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. He then handed her a new doll, identical to the one she had held in her hands seconds before, but dressed in a hot-pink latex dress. Alice stood there, ecstatic, without thanking him for the gift or even tearing open the cellophane wrapping. She only came out of her daze when she realized that her father's footsteps were already far down the corridor.
-Alice! Where are you? - it was Helena arriving home, her high-heeled shoes clacking down the hallway. As she entered the living room, she saw her friend leaning back on the sofa looking sleepy and exclaimed loudly - What's the matter, woman, were you asleep? I've spent the last two appointments imagining the look on your face when you open the curtains! Have you ever looked out of the living room window?
Opening the curtains, Alice saw that on the neighboring plot there was an immense two-story high pool with glass walls, where two divers were rhythmically tapping their feet, followed by a cloud of bubbles, while another dismantled a piece of equipment at the bottom. Outside, three people spread talcum powder on their skin before putting on their Neoprene suits.
- It's a diving school. You must see the look on their faces when they put on the rubber suits for the first time. Everyone is surprised by the difficulty of putting the suit on and the pressure it exerts on the body, like an intimate, tight hug. It's a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Then they spend hours showing off in front of the mirror and taking photos to post on Insta. It looks like us, doesn't it friend? - and they both burst into laughter.
On Saturday, they woke up late and, after a hearty breakfast, went to visit the Church of St. Joseph. After a few minutes admiring the biblical scenes painted in bright colors on the walls of the sanctuary, they walked between the Corinthian columns towards the pews, where they sat down to make a quick prayer. Their modesty led them to choose the side of the church originally intended for women, where they prayed under the watchful eye of fourteen statues of female saints. Feeling their sinful souls appeased, they returned home early. They walked lightly, as if followed by a flock of angels.
On the way out of the church, they had to cross a group of people protesting for a more humanized society and greater respect for women. At that moment, one of the protesters approached Helena and tried to hug her, while holding out a leaflet with her other hand. But Helena shrank back and protected her bare arms with the palms of her hands. Alice, seeing that her friend felt trapped, reached out to rescue her, and the two of them ran off in the direction of a taxi.
- I hate being touched by strangers! - Helena said with her eyes closed and her breathing fast, while Alice patted her hand to calm her down.
- Relax, remember that we're going for a night out at the Premium Club - and the two exchanged a complicit smile under the attentive gaze of the driver, who was watching them through the rear-view mirror.
After showering, they began the long preparation for the party. Helena smeared silicone all over her body to make the clothes slide easily over her skin. Her black latex garment covered every millimeter of her body, leaving only her feet, hands, neck and face outside. She needed help to put it on, spreading the material out little by little and carefully. At the end, they applied a product to make it shiny and observed the effect in a full-length mirror, satisfied.
When it was Alice's turn, the ritual was simpler, as her garment was made up of a series of smaller pieces. She put on the long stockings up to mid-thigh, as if they were nylon stockings. Then she put on her panties and garter belt, and fastened the stockings with the suspenders. She fitted the corset over her bust, put on the gloves with long sleeves up to the middle of her arm, covered her neck with a latex collar decorated with a lace print and then began to polish all the pieces. At the end, Alice gently caressed the places where her skin was covered by the latex: it felt voluptuous.
They both shared the bathroom mirror as they expertly applied their make-up. Their luscious skin was covered with a sequence of products: moisturizer, primer, foundation, compact powder and blush. Their eyes received false eyelashes and shimmering eyeshadows, and their lips a creamy crimson lipstick. The result was dazzling: their faces looked like porcelain dolls and their bodies were perfectly modeled by the shiny latex.
Half an hour later, the doorman called to say that the Uber they had requested was waiting for them in front of the building. It was time to leave. Helena then covered herself with a black chador decorated with pink trim, which she had bought on one of her trips, while Alice put on a gabardine trench coat. Anyone who saw them leaving in this discreet and smiling way could not have imagined the world of adventures they were about to explore that Friday evening. What happened next, dear reader, I leave to your imagination.
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