That chest was heavy. Do you by any chance have something cold and wet
for a man dying of thirst? If you’ll point me toward the bar…”
“Just a minute.” Mandy was doing something at the maids collar. “I
promised I’d take Flo… uh, Marion’s mask off as soon as we got
home… There!” she exclaimed, and with a flourish, removed the dark
wig from the maid’s head.
“Mask?” Jason queried, “But she’s not wearing…”
“Shush! Watch and learn,” she admonished. She pulled at the maids
neck, and began peeling a strip of flesh colored tape from the other
woman’s neck. Beneath it were fine, closely spaced laces running up
the back of her head!
As these were loosened, Jason it became clear what had been wrong with
the woman’s eyes. Her head was completely enclosed in a skin-tight
thin rubber sheath, molded and colored to closely immitate a woman’s
head and face.
With makeup over it, it had looked quite natural. Only the hapless
woman’s eyes had shown through carefully shaped holes in the face. As
Mandy peeled the hood off the woman’s head to the front, a pretty,
young face was revealed.
“Jason, allow me to introduce Flora, my house mate.”
Jason looked on in amazement as Mandy gently removed a rubber balloon
gag from Flora’s mouth, and finished removing the mask. Her real face
was remarkably similar to the face of the mask, although a little
flushed-looking. Jason guessed that the mask had been molded from her
actual features.
Flora blinked, sputtered and licked her lips several times. “Ahh.
Roowaah. Christ, Mandy, did you have to leave it on so long? I
thought I’d die of thirst!”
Jason stared as Mandy finished removing Flora’s restraints. Flora had
quite a pretty face, if not quite up to covergirl standards, and the
tight rubber maids’ dress emphasized her hourglass figure.
“Incredible!” he murmured.
“Oh, this is nothing,” Mandy said, “we’ve done things much more
interesting, haven’t we, my dear?” Flora blushed.
“Umm, Flora, you must be pretty brave to wear a rubber mask like that
for so long,” Jason commented, “it must have been very uncomfortable.”
Flora smiled. “A little, but I don’t mind. After a while, my face
does get a little numb, but that’s okay. Actually, this one fits like
a second skin. A friend of Mandy’s makes latex masks for the movie
industry, you know- zombies and such. He made this one for us. And
believe me, I’ve worn much more uncomfortable things. I’m actually a
bit of a pig when it comes to hoods and helmets. It feels good to have
my head wrapped in a tight rubber hood. I can’t explain it,” she
finished lamely. “Of course,” she added, “Mandy knows I like them, so
she’s always trying to make them more difficult to wear.”
“OR… I just leave her in it for eight hours or so,” Mandy put in.
“If it’s a severe enough hood, that usually wears down her resistance.”
She got up from the couch. “Why don’t you fix us some drinks, Flora,
while I ahh, slip into something more comfortable, as they say.” She
disappeared up the stairs.
While Flora got creative with ethanol and ice, Jason looked around the
paneled sitting room. “This is really quite some place you have here.
Mandy’s father must have had quite a flair for luxury.”
“Oh no, he had nothing to do with it. This is entirely her own
…End of the part20. To be continued..