The girl stared at her, gazing closely at every inch of the older woman's face; then with a trembling hand, she reached up, asking with her eyes as Wendy laughed, "Go ahead…touch me, feel my skin!"
She stood still as Toni traced her fingers over her face, then grinned triumphantly as the girl cried, "My God! It's like a baby's skin!"
Wendy was moved to stand there and appreciate Toni's flawless complexion also, so flawless in fact, that it had been one of the reasons Wendy had hired her. The girl was a good advertisement for her cosmetics, but now both Wendy and Toni knew that Wendy's complexion was every bit as youthful and beautiful as Toni's.
Having proved the results of her discovery to her secretary, she turned and briskly walked to her office, all business once again as she turned and said, "Take any calls, Toni; just tell them I'm out of town. I don't want to be disturbed for any reason. I'll be in the lab, but don't bother me unless the building is on fire!" She chuckled at the stunned look on the girl's face, then walked through her office and into her private lab.
Carefully setting out the same creams and lotions she had used on her trip, she measured out as closely as possible the exact amount actually used on her face when making up. Weighing out each portion carefully, she made precise notes of each step of her operation as to the quantity and type of each different ingredient used. This done, she unlocked her safe and withdrew the bulky file that contained the formula of each of her cosmetic creations, her own patented formulas of the cosmetics she had used before being interrupted that night by the two drunk men. She sat down and studied each formula carefully, knowing that locked somewhere in their structure was the secret, the unknown catalyst that caused the miraculous reaction with the male semen.
After exhaustive scrutiny, she finally realized that she would probably never know exactly why the combination worked as it did, but she did know that it worked! The reason wasn't important. After careful deliberation, she completed her list of ingredients percentage by percentage, gram by gram-until only one factor remained. Sitting back wearily, she stared at the ceiling, wondering, Now, how in hell am I supposed to know how much semen a man shoots off! She giggled to herself, trying to visualize how many ounces or centimeters of semen were in each throbbing squirt-then, how many squirts to a good, healthy, passionate ejaculation. Laughing aloud, she got up and put the work sheets back into her safe, thinking, this is going to be the damnedest research ever undertaken in the field of cosmetology, but I've got to find out!"
Wendy knew that to activate her new formula she had to find out just how much semen was necessary-how long its effectiveness would last, would it lose its power after being blended with her cosmetics? She knew she had a lot to do, and it was beginning to be more and more evident to her that she was going to need help-male help! To conduct her tests she knew she would need a steady and adequate supply of semen, fresh semen to determine how best to use it and discover how it could not be used. Once satisfied that the semen could be stored and held before use and blending, she could arrange to have the semen supplied to her-how, she didn't know, but she felt sure she could arrange it. But for now, she knew she had to have fresh-from-the-testicles semen!
Wendy stretched wearily, not realizing how tired she had become, and when she glanced out the window, she was surprised to see how late it had gotten. Quickly walking to her mirror, Wendy saw that the magic of her complexion had indeed started to fade. Not so much that others would notice, but fading nevertheless, and she knew she would have to have another treatment before morning. Suddenly she remembered Toni! She'd been so engrossed in her work that she had completely forgotten her secretary. Wondering if the girl had gone without telling her, Wendy hurried to the front office, then smiled as she saw the tired girl asleep with her head on her desk.
She shook her gently by the shoulder, calling softly, "Toni! Wake up, honey." The girl stirred, then looked up with a start as Wendy smiled down at her saying, "I'm sorry, dear. P" just got so wound up in my work, I forgot you were even out here. Tell you what…you just take a little time off tomorrow. Come in after lunch, okay?"
Toni grinned, obviously pleased that at least she still had a job, even though the rest had been laid off. Shaking her head, still amazed at the youthful new look of her boss, Toni gathered up her things. "Well, if you're sure you won't need me, Miss Wendy… "
"Not at all. You run along and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, Toni."
Alone at last, Wendy rummaged through her purse, finally coming up with the scrap of paper she sought. Well, she thought, here's hoping, and she dialed Stevie's number.
Luck was with her and she smiled as she heard his voice answering the phone. "Hi, Stevie! Remember me? This is the gal that almost killed you last night!"
"In more ways than one, baby!" he laughed. "I'm surprised to hear from you."
"You shouldn't be. I thought you knew how much I-well, enjoyed your company last night. I don't think I could've made it without you." She laughed. "There are several things I wouldn't have made without you. How would you like to buy me a drink?"
The delighted surprise was evident in his voice as he readily agreed and Wendy laughingly gave him her office address. When she hung up the phone she checked to be sure her liquor cabinet was still well stocked. She kept a supply on hand for the many buyers who frequented her small plant when ordering the new products that Wendy constantly turned out.
She mixed herself a drink and sat down, laughing at herself for being so excited at the prospect of seeing Stevie again. Sipping slowly, she planned out in her mind how she would approach Stevie, how she would explain her need of him without telling him too much of what she was doing. She knew she needed him, needed what he could do for her, the arrangements he could make for her.
Chapter 6
"You mean you own this? This whole place belongs to you?" Stevie laughed shortly. "Baby, you really had me fooled. How the hell did a young chick like you ever get a setup like this? You can't be much older than me, and I don't have a pot to piss in!"
She laughed delightedly at his crude remark, pleased that he thought her to be his own age. "Stevie, please believe me…I am a few years older than you and I've been working all my life to get this place. I admit I'm doing quite well, and that's one reason I asked you to come here. I need help, and I think you can be the one to help me. I need someone I can trust, someone who wants to make a lot of money, and someone who won't ask a lot of questions. Now, are you interested?" He laughed, then drained his drink. "Baby, I was interested in you even before you said anything about needing me or paying me money, remember? Damn right, I'm interested, but it does take some of the fun out of it!"
Now it was her turn to laugh and she said, "It might not take as much of the fun out of it as you think." She fixed him a fresh drink and handed it to him, then turning away so he couldn't see her grin as she said, "Now, take your clothes off and come into my office. I'll be waiting for you!"
Wendy giggled as she heard his strangled gasp; then she quickly closed the door behind her. She wanted to see how he reacted to her sudden order, to see if he would obey without question. She didn't have long to wait. Without even a knock, her door flew open and there he stood, naked as the day he was born. He had regained his composure and stood looking coolly at her, drink in hand, leaning against the door jamb.
She felt her excitement mounting as she let her eyes roam over his lean, well-muscled nakedness, lingering on the long, thick tube of his flaccid penis as it hung past the twin pendulum of his balls. Even as she stared at it, she could see the effect of her warm, staring look, and it began to swell, to thicken and stretch longer and longer.