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I need to call my friend, Alex and see if he remembers that girls number or address. Nope, I’ll check his phone out Tomorrow at work. Maybe he’ll leave it on his desk for a minute and I’ll check it out. It’s been a while since they dated, but maybe he still has it. Rhonda was her name. He broke up with her because she became obsessed with Latex clothing and fetish stuff. Alex would come home and find Rhonda in a catsuit or maids outfit. Finally he came home to find her laying on the bed in a full enclosure Latex catsuit, one of the ones with anal, vaginal, and mouth condoms made in it. There was a note on the pillow that said “use Rubber Rhonda”. That was it. "That’s too much for me", Alex told her. "I don’t mind a little of the shiny stuff, but you are too obsessed with this shit for me". Alex had told me this story at some point while we were drinking beer. I was like, that’s a little strange. I mean, I like catwoman and stuff.

The whole deal, kinda picked my imagination though. I began to search the internet for pictures, videos, and such. There was a lot to see and learn. I searched and searched for someone near my home who had a keen interest in Latex and everything fetish. I knew that Alex’s ex girlfriend did like that stuff too, but she had moved away. Next day at lunch, Alex left his phone unlocked and on his desk accidentally. There it was Rhonda’s number, almost scratched out. I could barely read it but got it. Alex almost caught me getting it. I really didn’t want him to know what I was up to. I wanted someone just like her to share our common interests in Latex and rubberdolls. I had been lucky with a few investments in the past and had made millions that none of my friends or coworkers knew about. One was in a company called Biochem Specialties.

Anyway, back to locating Rhonda. So when I made it home, I poured a glass of whiskey and sat down to make that call. I just hoped the number was still good. "Hello, Rhonda, this is Brad Phillips, one of Alex’s friends, how are you?"

"I’m good", she said. "I not sure why your calling though".

"Well, you know how guys are sometimes when they have a few beers and get to talking about women."

"I’m afraid of what you are gonna say next", she said.

"Well it’s about the Rubberdolls story Alex told me of."

"I’m so embarrassed, why the hell would he tell that about me. Now which one of his friends are you?"

"Brad, you know the shy guy with brown hair."...