The Newbie at the Women's Rain Company    by Prim

Garth Capery could scarcely believe his luck. This was his dream: to get a job at the Women's Rain Company, and he had just been appointed 'window-dressing officer' in charge of street-side displays for the whole store. "Of course you have to be seen to be the Women's Rain Company representative at all times," declared Gladys Ripple, the floor manageress, "starting from now. We'll help you get undressed and fit you with your uniform mackintoshes." Mandy Hood assisted her superior as the two women set upon the astonished nineteen-year-old. They soon saw why he was trying to resist their hands on his clothes: as shirt and pants were removed the women discovered their new employee was wearing rubber underwear: a rubber bra, rubber suspenders and hose, and a pair of thick rubber bloomers which reached his knees with elastic cuffs. Garth Capery was an out and out rubberist. The slither of shiny white rubber surrounded him as he was put into his first raincoat, which the women buttoned up for him and secured him into his deep rubber belt. His erection felt like it was doubling in size, forcing his rubber knickers outwards in his white mackintosh. It was followed by a pink mackintosh in rubberized satin, with a deep pointed collar and voluminous pockets. The macks hissed over each other as the women buttoned him up mercilessly until he was double macked in women's raincoats. "You will wear a full rubber rain cape over your mackintoshes whenever you are visible to the public in the windows," announced Gladys firmly. "And you will wear your hood up around your face." "ALL your hoods," added Mandy, pulling up both his mackintosh hoods and filling his ears with rippling rubber, followed by the hood of his heavy olive green cape. "And we need to have that stiff penis on the outside to demonstrate forcibly how appealing our raincoats are to mackintosh enthusiasts." Garth stood submissively between his employers as they delivered his erection from its bloomers, encased it in a rubber corset sleeve, and rebuttoned his macks and his cape around it so that it pointed upwards in front of his waist. The scent of rubber filled his head as he was lead, as if in a dream, to the store windows, where the women showed him the rail of mackintoshes he was to use to dress every mannequin in the window, in front of the crowd of spectators. In just a few days, sales of their mackintoshes and capes sky-rocketed, thanks to that stiffened cock pointing ahead of the window-dresser in front of those shiny capes and macks.

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