The living latex gimp suit pealed back revealing the face of the mindless gimp Etta Candy, Wonder Woman’s mortal friend.
“Tell me my dear slave,” The Rubber Queen cooed, “What does the mortal mind think is happening?”
“Your Majesty,” the entranced young woman purred, “The waking mind of your slave believes she is hiking the trails around Niagara Falls to east of the city, she will be staying with a cousin here in Metropolis overnight on Friday and Saturday, she will then drive back to Holiday College Sunday morning.”
“And what of your mission in Holiday College?” The Rubber Queen asked.
“All of the sisters, administrators and professors have bonded with a symbiote,” The young woman droned, “Only a few of the students have yet to feel your touch and influence. Our students have begun bonding members of the government agencies and Amazon embassy staff via the internship programs the College has set up.”
“Are they embracing latex fetishism?” The Rubber Queen asked.
“Over half of the students wore rubber as part of their ‘loose and tight party’ outfits,” Etta recounted,
“Everyone who wore latex was well received while those who didn’t were made to feel inferior.”
“And so far not a single one of these women realize they are my servants,” The Rubber Queen purred, “And now they make more servants for me without realizing I have told them to.”
*
One of those servants parked his car next to the Victorian Georgetown building. The two armored Amazons flanked their boss as they waited for the guest to exit the vehicle. The ambassador breathed sharply and then composed herself when she saw the man stepping out of the vehicle. The man came around to the front gate of the building’s small yard.
“Greeting Madame Ambassador,” He bowed slightly.
“You must be Dean Scott,” ambassador held out her hand.
“Yes,” he shook the offered hand and then looked down, “I understand you wished to speak to me.”
The amazons all noticed the man eyeing the threshold of the embassy property and then the guard’s ceremonial axes.
“We treat our embassy as a pier extending into the world,” The ambassador said, “All may tread on it as visitors, and it is not our sacred home. Please come inside.”
The former home was neatly decorated with mostly modern furishing and only a few ancient greek touches. The ambassador talked to Dean Scott as they went to a side office.
“Congratulations are in order,” she smiled, “I understand you were promoted after Doctor van Dyne was prompted to college president by the board of trustees.”
“Yes, thank you,” Scott said.
“I believe this was what was known as a ‘tea room’ by the builders,” the ambassador gestured.
Scott noticed that the room looked like a dinning room out of an Ikea catalogue. The ambassador pointed to a chair across from her as she took a seat. A plate of sliced bread and a pitcher of water were in the middle of the table.
“Not the Victorian Greco-Roman revival furnishing you were expecting?” the Ambassador asked, “We have had to purchase much of our furniture locally since our traditional ceremonial things are barred from international shipping by modern endangered species treaties we have elected to observe.”
“Zues was tied to eagles and they are endangered,” Scott remembered, “An actual stuffed eagle would create a bit of a stir.”
“Among other divine animals,” the ambassador smiled.
“So what seems to be the problem with our students?” the dean asked.
[How can I say this?] the ambassador asked herself in Amazon Greek, “It seems the interns are trying to become Amazons.”
“Well,” Scott shuffled in his seat, “Everywhere the Amazons show up, there is a noted increase at local gyms of ladies joining. If our students are spending too much time at the gym, I can address that…”
“Dean Scott,” The Ambassador cut him off, “I was referring to the old custom of a nation grating citizenship to the bride of a native child.”
The man opened his mouth to speak and then closed his mouth, his cheeks went flush. There was a long pause, finally he spoke again.
“Ah Madame Ambassador,” Dean Scott, “I am not sure what we can do, given our schools policy on being inclusive to our LGBT community members… If that is a problem for your facility… We have to maintain our standing if we are going to continue to work with democratic members of congress…”
“Dean Scott,” The ambassador interrupted, “I can assure you, I was just as happy the day my daughter was born as the day she married as I am today having my daughter and her wife standing at my side when we welcomed you into this building. I can assure you that we are not concerned about the sex of one’s lovers. How do I say… my daughter-in-law! My daughter and daughter-in-law earned their place on this staff by merit as members of the royal guards. They have been faithful to each other since they married. They have never entertained the idea of sharing their bed with another, yet they have reported that some of the interns have requested just that. I myself have been the subject of some very direct romantic attention.”
“Ah,” Dean Scott realized the situation now, “Sexual harassment is an extremely grave problem. We will began addressing the concerns you have raised immediately.”
“Thank you,” The ambassador extended her hand, “I would like to say, having been a widow for three thousand years, I have never considered having a lover after my husband.”
The two shook hands and then an Amazon came to escort the man out. After a few minutes the ambassador was joined by her daughter-in-law.
[Did you address the mortal’s advances Mother?] the royal guard asked.
[Yes for a minute he thought I disapproved of Amazonian brides,] The ambassador smiled, [You have made my daughter the happiest bride I have ever seen.]
[Is there something wrong with your hands?] the guard asked.
The ambassador noticed she had been rubbing her hands.
[The college man’s hand seemed a bit greasy or something.]
The guard sat down on at the seat the Dean had used and immediately jumped back up.
[We must have everything that mortal touched cleaned!] the guard shouted, [I felt something slimy on the chair!]
*
The Rubber Queen smiled as information from the two amazons were added to the collective knowledge of the empress symbiote and her. She decided that the two amazons would make great latex fetishists and that the symbiotes should slowly influence their hosts.
*
[I was wondering,] the royal guard said as she went to join her bride, [Have you seen the outfit the mortal singer wore for the awards show? One of the mortal girls said they make cloths out of treated rubber now. Would it be improper for us to try and find some of these outfits?]
[Only if you use the royal funds,] the ambassador said, [Although I do remember that talentless singer wearing an extreme outfit when we were welcomed by the last administration.]