Getting the deal with Lucy Thorne done had lowered Erin's stress level dramatically, at least for now. On the flight down to Florida, she had been able to focus on enjoying Jay's company and looking forward to spending a couple of days with Raquel and Zelina.

"Do you think they've planned anything? Or will we spend the time chilling at their place?" Jay asked as they walked through Orlando airport with their travel cases towards the arrivals area. So far, they had only been recognised by a fan once, which was something of a relief.

Erin knew why Jay asked the question. His social awkwardness made him want to know exactly what he was in for ahead of time when he was out, even with friends. In this case, she couldn't help him.

"I know as much as you do, honey. But whatever the plan is, we'll have a good time. I'm sure you're looking forward to seeing Raquel outside of work."

"Of course I am," Jay said quickly. "You know I have been. But you also know how I like to have everything laid out before I do it."

"Yeah," Erin said sympathetically. There wasn't much else she could say. They headed out through the arrivals exit, and spotted Raquel right away, waiting for them near the airport's main entrance doors.

On the way over to meet up with their friend, Erin found herself admiring Raquel's appearance. It was something she often did when they spent time together. Being that tall, that well-built, yet still beautiful, was almost impossible not to be jealous of. But there was always a little something in the background with Raquel that intimated Erin. She had killed people during her time serving as an army combat diver, Erin knew, and it wasn't at all hard to imagine her doing so. Being friends with her felt a tiny bit like having a tiger for a pet – all good fun until the day it decided it was in the mood to claw your face off. She put those thoughts out of her mind. There wouldn't be any face clawing going on today. Having noticed them, Raquel had a warm, beaming smile on her face.

"Hey, guys! Great to see you," Raquel said.

Erin let Jay approach her first since he had the closest relationship to Raquel of the two of them.

"Hey, mami. Thanks for inviting us," Jay said, embracing Raquel.

"No, thank you for coming. Hey, Erin. Damn, how do you always look so good?"

"Oh, thank you," Erin said, smiling happily. They hugged each other. "I could ask you the same question."

Raquel laughed. "What, dressed like this? I've just come from the gym." She was wearing a t-shirt which she had cut the sleeves off, and a pair of jeans. Hardly stylish, but she looked good nonetheless.

"How's Z?" Erin asked. Zelina had become possibly her closest friend, and it was her who Erin was most looking forward to spending time with. Very different people from very different backgrounds, they had still somehow clicked in a way that had formed a special friendship.

"She's good. I think she told you she's got a media day today? She'll be home tonight, so you're stuck with me until then. I figured we could head home and chill in the garden. There's wine, beer, whatever takes your fancy. We can order food in, even go in the pool if you've brought anything suitable to wear?"

"Certainly did," Erin grinned. "Z sent a text last night and reminded me."

Jay said, "That all sounds good to me. Especially the food. I'm starved."

"Then this is an emergency. Let's go feed you," Raquel said, already enjoying playing hostess.

Just under half an hour later, the trio walked into Raquel and Zelina's house. Erin couldn't exactly remember the last time she had been there. It had been too long that was for sure. She wished they lived closer to Eagle's Nest. Although one advantage of Florida was the weather. Even in October, it was still plenty warm enough to spend the day in the garden or the pool.

Raquel said, "You know where the guest room is. Drop your cases in there and make yourselves at home. I'll fix us some drinks. What would you like? I'm going to have a cherry, lemonade and amaretto cocktail."

"Oh, I'll have one of those too. Sounds lovely," Erin gushed. "Jay, have one with us?"

"Would you believe I've never tried a cocktail?" Jay said, looking slightly embarrassed as he often did when he felt like people might judge him, even over something so minor.

"Now's the time to try then," Erin said positively. "I'm sure you'll like it, so long as Raquel makes a good job of fixing it."

"Don't be doubting my mad cocktail skills," Raquel said with playful sternness that made Erin and Jay laugh.

"Let's dump these cases," Jay said, starting up the stairs.

Erin was aware that he knew better than to offer to take hers for her. She was too independent-minded for that kind of thing. Hauling her case up the stairs, she followed him to the guest bedroom. As always, the entire house was spotlessly clean and fresh, so much so that she wondered if it was always like this or whether Zelina really went to town before Erin showed up. As much as she hated it, there was no way of getting away from the fact that even her friends saw her as someone from money and of money, and therefore behaved differently than they would around their other friends.

They were soon back downstairs, joining Raquel in the kitchen. She was still working on fixing the cocktails.

One of the first things Erin noticed when she entered the room was that Zelina had left a pair of rubber gloves next to the sink. It started her powerful fetish going right away. These gloves were red ones, and Erin was sure she had an identical pair at home. The thought of Z wearing them turned her on, not that she was going to tell anyone that. She had made that mistake once already on a previous visit after Z had touched her while wearing pink rubber gloves, and had almost weirded Jay out. Pleading drunkenness seemed to have gotten him to forget about it, but the truth was that Erin had felt some kind of attraction to Z ever since that night, and had found herself several times imagining Z touching her intimately while wearing those pink gloves. Now here were some even sexier red ones.

Accepting of her kinks, Jay sometimes wore gloves to pleasure her during sex, although not as often as she wished he would. Even though he did it for her, she didn't think he quite knew how much it drove her wild. Or maybe he did? He sure got off big time on her mouth being taped shut. Different fetish, same gratification, she supposed.

Raquel had started talking about the Florida Treasure Hunters show she was going to be joining as their diving expert. She wasn't due to start filming until summer came around, but she was talking about some of the dives they wanted her to do. Erin told herself to focus on the conversation instead of her perverted thoughts.

"It's a metal casing drilled deep into the ground," Raquel was saying. "It's 30 inches radius, and it's nearly two hundred feet deep before it hits the chamber they've found. The chamber is what they want me to explore. Getting there is the problem."

"Thirty inches radius?" Jay asked, sounding borderline horrified. "You're going to dive down two hundred feet in something that narrow? And it'll be dark, right?"

Raquel nodded. "Probably next to zero visibility. Tough conditions, but not a problem for me. If it was easy, they wouldn't need me, right? Here, Erin. Let me know what you think." She handed the first completed cocktail to Erin.

Taking a healthy sip, Erin purred in delight. "That's amazing, mami. Might have to put a few of these away today."

"You can knock yourself out, until I run out of cherry cordial anyway. Here, Jay."

Jay took his drink and tried it. It took him a moment to assess the taste, then he nodded his approval. "I do like it. Not sure I'd choose it over beer, but it's nice."

"Glad you like it," Raquel said, smiling.

Jay said, "So, back to this thirty inch wide metal shaft or whatever it is that you've got to go into. What do you have to wear in there? Like, thirty inches must be no room at all to try and get yourself and a bunch of gear into?"

Raquel nodded calmly. "It'll be tight, yeah. There's no need for fins, so it's just my wet suit, boots, air tank. You have to breathe a mix of oxygen, nitrogen and helium when you dive that deep, which has to be piped down to you from topside. And they have to put a second diver in the shaft behind me to stay at the surface in case I get into difficulty. If all goes well, they'll just remain up there the whole time."

Now that Erin's brain had been put into fetish mode, she couldn't help picturing Raquel in a rubber wetsuit. If wetsuits even were rubber. She didn't actually know. "How about showing us?" she suggested innocently. "If you have your gear at home, that is."

"I do, actually. That's a good idea. It's the garage. Bring your drinks with you."

"Thinking of trying diving, honey?" Jay asked as they followed Raquel out of the kitchen, obviously having a good time now despite his earlier anxieties. Erin was glad, but not surprised.

"Maybe," she said. "Don't knock something until you're tried it, right?"

"Exactly," Raquel said, walking into the garage. She put her drink down on a work bench and Erin did likewise. Jay kept hold of his, now enjoying it.

Erin saw a black wetsuit with a manufacturer's logo on it hanging up near the wall opposite the door they had entered by. It wasn't rubber, she realised. But the fins hanging next to it were. Then she noticed that there were some black rubber gloves in a plastic container along with a scuba mask and some other kind of mask that wasn't like one Erin had ever seen before.

"So, wetsuit, obviously," Raquel began. "I'm not going to put that on because they're not easy to get on or off. But this is a clever piece of gear." She picked up the strange mask that Erin had looked at. It was designed to fully cover the face, kind of like a firefighter mask.

"I think I've seen those on some documentary I watched," Jay said. "You can talk underwater with it on, right?"

"Right," Raquel said, enjoying explaining something that she was knowledgeable about and enjoyed. "You don't have a regulator in your mouth so you can talk normally, and the mask can be fitted with a microphone and an ear piece, so I'll be able to communicate with the guys who are topside, and they can broadcast my comms on the show, too. It's comfortable to wear. We would use these in the military when we were doing ship repair work and that kind of stuff."

Erin watched Raquel put the rubber straps over her head and place the mask on her face. She pulled one of the straps to tighten the rubber seals against her head. Only her pretty eyes were now visible to Erin, as from the outside looking in the black part of the mask rested on her nose and covered everything below that. All Erin could think about was that there was a lot of rubber involved, and that was a huge turn on.

With no regulator attached to the mask, there was a hole in the front of it, so Raquel could talk to them normally. "You can talk just like this, even when there's a regulator connected."

"Can I try it on?" Erin asked, trying as hard as she could not to blush. She just couldn't help asking, any more than she could help being excited and turned on. "Also, you were these gloves under water? How does that work? They must get water inside?"

"Yeah, they do get water inside," Raquel said, unsurprisingly thinking there was nothing more than curiosity behind the questions. Erin sensed that now Jay might be on to her, however. But she only had attention for Raquel, who was now putting on the black rubber gloves. They looked thick, but shiny and smooth. Very hot, in Erin's opinion, who imagined Raquel touching her with them.

"They're not lined inside, so water doesn't damage them," Raquel was explaining as she worked her hands into the gloves. They were tight on her, which only made them look sexier. "They're to protect your hands while you work underwater, not to keep them dry. You put these plastic cuffs on them to make sure they don't come off while you're down there working." She showed them some kind of plastic rings that would snap around her wrists if she actually put them on.

"Okay, let me try," Erin said, playing down her eagerness.

Raquel took the mask off and helped Erin to put it on, basically doing it for her while telling her how to do it. Erin breathed in the mask's rubbery smell and felt the soft material against the bridge and sides of her nose. There was a piece inside the mask that her nostrils rested on. The mask gave her an enclosed feeling that was a new turn on for her. She had a major league rubber fetish, and had just discovered a new aspect of it.

Unfortunately for her, Raquel took the gloves off and tossed them back in the container. Erin could hardly ask for them as that would definitely seem odd. Raquel was explaining more about how the mask worked, but Erin wasn't paying much attention. She just wished she had one of her own to wear where at home where she could properly enjoy it.

"Here, I'll take it off for you," Raquel said after a minute or so. Erin allowed her to help, and unfortunately the mask was gone a few seconds later.

"We'll have to go diving sometime. I think maybe we talked about that before," Raquel was saying as she put the mask back in the container.

"Yeah, we did," Jay said. There was a half smile on his face. "Safe to say Erin's up for it."

"Right, let's get out by the pool," Raquel said, picking up her drink and leading the way out of the garage.

"You kinky bitch," Jay playfully whispered into Erin's ear.

"Shut up," she hissed, feeling her cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

"Secret's safe with me," he whispered before heading off after Raquel.

Oh God, how embarrassing, Erin thought. But it had been worth it nonetheless. Not only had she gotten to wear the mask, she had seen Raquel wearing it and the gloves at the same time. Now both Raquel and Zelina had turned her on, and neither of them knew it.

Following behind Raquel and Jay, Erin walked through the house and out into the garden, where there were some poolside chairs that could partially recline to become like sun loungers. Thankfully she had stopped blushing before they all sat down and relaxed. Erin reclined her chair.

"Ah," Jay sighed contentedly. "This is what I needed. Some real R and R."

"Right?" Raquel said, looking at her phone while drinking her cocktail. Abruptly, she almost choked on it. "Erin, what's this about Clementine?"

"What's what about Clementine?" Erin asked, looking at her in confusion.

"Apparently she's leaving WWE."

Erin sat bolt upright in shock, feeling like her stomach had just sunk to the floor. "She's what?"

A/N: Now we know more about Erin's kinks than Jay does. Do you think she'll ever be able truly open up to him about what she feels?

She was having a great time until Raquel dropped the bombshell about Clementine, announcing the latest disaster at work. What has happened between Clem and WWE that Erin was unaware of?