Newly hired as latex maids, Lola Noir and I arrive at the home of Latex Lara and Rubber Jeff, eager to impress. But the house carries a different kind of energy. The couple grows intimate right in front of us, communicating only through glances and subtle gestures. No words. No explanations. Just control. Soon, their attention shifts to us. Lara steps closer, guiding us without ever speaking. What begins as confusion turns into surrender as we realize we are no longer just staff… we are part of their world. By the end, a final silent order binds us together. Used, exposed, and undeniably aroused. In this house, obedience doesn’t need a voice.
