There was an exhibition, a bit like the Ideal Home show, and Rubberdonna and I went round for a look. We found a stand selling hot tubs and Jacuzzis. I had always wanted a Jacuzzi, but could never afford one, so we went for a closer look. I approached the young sales girl, and said that I was interested in buying a Jacuzzi, and asked if I could give one a try. I dont think she fully grasped the full consequences of what I was asking, but she said, that I could. Only two of them had water in them, so obviously I went for one of those first. I stepped into the blue Jacuzzi, soaking my black stockings and stilettos, but my red suit was untouched. I knelt slowly down into the water, drenching my skirt and the lower part of the jacket. The water was lovely and warm, which made the soaking more enjoyable. I turned around and sat at the edge of the pool, with the top of my suit still dry. I noticed that the sales girl was standing on the other side looking horrified.
Why have you got in with your clothes on? She asked.
Thats what Ill use it for when I buy one, I replied.
What? For getting your clothes wet? She asked.
Of course, thats why I want one? I said.
Do you do this often? She asked.
Well, at the moment I dont have a Jacuzzi, so I have to use the bath or shower to bathe in my clothes, what do you do? I asked.
What do I do to do what? She asked, sounding confused.
To get your clothes wet. I explained.
Well, I er dont, She admitted.
Oh! I said.
Youre not a drenchette? asked Rubberdonna.
A what? She asked.
A drenchette, sorry its a word we made up, to describe girls who get their clothes wet. Explained Rubberdonna.
Obviously youre not. Sorry we didnt mean to insult you. I just thought you would be. I said.
Why? She asked.
Well, youre young and attractive I said.
And youre selling Jacuzzis. Added Rubberdonna.
Sounds like a dream job to me, so many opportunities to get wet. I added.
Well no, Im not a drenchette, as you put it. She confessed.
You must have thought about it, though, wondered what its like to just get in with all your clothes on. I pondered.
Not really, she said.
You probably wont stop thinking about it now. Said Rubberdonna.
I dont know. She said.
Anyway, are you coming in Donna? The waters lovely and warm, theres plenty of room, and Im feeling a bit lonely in here, being the only one whos got wet. I said.
Well, if you put it like that, how could I refuse. She said, stepping in, in her high heeled sandals. Of course the water didnt reach the bottom of her short rubber skirt, but she wasted no time in sitting down next to me, drenching her rubber outfit.
The sales girl was still standing somewhat amazed by the whole thing, but didnt say anything.
Ooh it is nice. Rubberdonna agreed.
We fumbled around, and switched the bubbles on, which was nice. The sales girl seemed to lose interest and went to see to some other customers. We couldnt see the water below the surface any more, so I couldnt resist the temptation to have a quick feel downstairs.
Oh, thats lovely! I moaned quietly.
Oh yeah, thats fantastic! I think Rubberdonna was on the same wavelength.
Is everything Ok? The sales girl suddenly appeared again.
Yes, lovely, I said.
Maybe you could explain some of the settings. Rubberdonna asked.
Or maybe it would be easier if you showed us. I suggested.
Well, I would have to get in too. She explained.
Only if you want to. I said sympathetically.
I can see youre thinking about it. Rubberdonna noted smiling.
Well I dont know, Im just a trainee, I dont know what my supervisor might say. She said sheepishly.
Were both wet already, if your supervisor says anything, just say you were about to make a sale.
I suggested.
I would get a bonus for selling one of these models. She said.
We could say we made you get in. I suggested.
Then she gingerly stepped with one foot in a high heeled court shoe, then with the other foot.
Ooh! She cooed, still thinking about her reaction.
It is warm, she confirmed. She walked over to our side, having only got her shoes wet. Very slowly, she bent down, letting the water reach the bottom of her smart white dress. Once it had got a bit wet, she sank further down into the water and sat down next to us, with most of her dress soaked.
Mmm, she purred, it feels interesting.
Interesting nice, or interesting not nice? I asked.
Interesting nice, I think. It takes a bit of getting used to. She said. She submerged the rest of her dress under the water completing her drenching. She sat back up fondling her breasts.
Its just as well Im wearing a bra, she said, This dress is almost see-through, now its wet.
It looks gorgeous. I said.
Once she had got used to being in the water with her clothes on, she demonstrated the settings on the Jacuzzi.
What do you think? She asked.
Well, Louise, I said reading the badge on her sopping wet dress. I think you look fabulous, and that wet dress looks good on you. Now youre a drenchette too.
No, I mean what do you think about the Jacuzzi? She explained.
Oh, thats brilliant too, but could we try that one there? I asked.
OK, its more expensive, but it has more features. Louise explained. She stood up, letting the water flow off her dress, suddenly feeling how the dress was clinging to her body.
Ooh, thats nice. She said.
You have a lovely figure too. I complimented her. She climbed out of the water and sat on the edge dripping on the floor. Rubberdonna and I both stood up. The water made my jacket much heavier, but it cascaded down over my wet skirt nicely. Rubberdonna looked very shiny in her soaking wet rubber. We got out and followed Louise to the other Jacuzzi.
If only Id brought some spare dry clothes! I said.
So you could get changed to go home in? Louise suggested.
No, so that I can experience the thrill of getting my clothes wet again in this Jacuzzi. I explained.
Good point. Agreed Rubberdonna.
Its not quite the same when your clothes are already wet. I added.
Im getting used to the wetness now. Announced Louise, stepping in to the second Jacuzzi. As were all wet already we followed her into the water and sat down again the warm water. Louise fiddled about with some buttons, which adjusted the water pressure. It looked a bit like she really didnt know what she was doing. Suddenly water started cascading down the frame at the side of the Jacuzzi, so I had to stand up and let the water flow all over me, finally surrendering my hairdo. Rubberdonna had to have a go too of course, soaking her hair too.
What are you doing? Came a voice. It was lady in a blue pin-striped suit.
Im just demonstrating this Jacuzzi to these customers. Louise replied.
What are you doing in the water with your clothes on? She lady asked.
It seemed like the best way. Louise pleaded.
We wanted to sample the Jacuzzi experience as we intend to use it. I explained.
With your clothes on? She asked.
I dont think shes a drenchette either. Whispered Rubberdonna.
Thats two in one day. I whispered back.
Yes, with our clothes on. We like getting wet with our clothes on, and were the customers. I argued.
Yes of course. She agreed, The customer is always right. Has Louise showed you all the features of this model?
I am not too sure about this model, Shirley. Admitted Louise.
Perhaps you could see to some of those other customers, we seem to have a lot of gentlemen in all of a sudden. Ill help these ladies Said Shirley.
For a non-drenchette, I was surprised at how nonchalantly she stepped into the water soaking her high heels and trousers up to her thigh. She knelt down in the water by the controls, drenching her suit up to the waist, and dealt with the buttons, explaining their functions, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was in the water half drenched.
What do you think? She asked.
Im very impressed with the Jacuzzi, and Im impressed with your service. Louise was very helpful, and youve been very helpful too, even getting your suit wet to help us. I said.
Just part of the job. My aim is to please. She said modestly.
Well I think Im ready to make a purchase. I said.
Excellent, would you like to come into the office? She replied. She got up, paddled to the edge and climbed out. As the water poured off her sodden trousers, she briefly murmured a brief Hmm of satisfaction of the appearance of her trousers now clinging to her legs, and gleaming wetly. We climbed out and followed her to the office, leaving a trail of dripping water. I pulled my credit card out of my soggy handbag and put it in the machine.
There seems to be a problem with your card. Shirley said.
Im sorry, its got a bit wet. I said.
No, it expired yesterday. Shirley explained.
Oh no! Ive forgotten to put the new one in my purse. I exclaimed.
Have you got another credit card? She asked.
No, its the only one. Can I come back tomorrow with the right credit card? I asked.
OK, we cant sort out the installation until we get your card authorised. She said.
Great, I cant wait to have it installed. I said excitedly.
We left quite quickly. Louise was back in the Jacuzzi still with her sopping white dress on trying to demonstrate its functions to a fair-sized audience of men.
Youre so cruel. Rubberdonna whispered to me with a wicked grin.
I dont know what you mean. I said innocently.
That old expired credit card trick. You did that two years ago. She said.
Well, everybodys happy. Look at Louise in the Jacuzzi; shes loving it, and Shirley is just thinking about the extra customers. We had a good time, didnt we? I said.
Oh yes. Rubberdonna agreed.
Well lets go shopping for shoes then. I said.
Have you got a proper credit card with you? She asked suspiciously.
Of course. I said.

(This story is one of many published on my blog)