Grinning with their secret, the two walked from the apartment and were on-their way. When the doorman called her car up, Wendy motioned to Toni to drive, wanting time to collect her thoughts.
Toni was still a little taken aback by what was expected of her. The thought of going up to a strange man or boy and somehow getting his semen both frightened and excited her. Try as she might, she couldn't picture herself doing it, but she was determined to do anything necessary to protect her new affluence. Not only had she become totally addicted to the pleasures of her fabulous income, she had become equally addicted to her beautiful and generous employer. She smiled grimly to herself, more determined than ever to safeguard her position with Wendy at all costs!
When they arrived at the center, neither of them wasted any time, and grinning at each other at what each knew be awaiting them, they hurried inside. Stevie met them at the door of his office, his own smile matching theirs as he led them inside and closed the door.
"You look like the cat that ate the canary," Wendy laughed. "How have things been going?"
"Boss, you wouldn't believe it!" Stevie grinned. "I've had a busy morning." He pointed to a wide rack, partially filled with sealed vials, all containing various amounts of milky liquid.
Wendy gasped as she picked up the rack and examined the vials. "So much! But-but how did you get so much so soon?"
Stevie laughed delightedly, happy that she was so pleased with him. "One of the kids in the Village brought his whole gang with him. They were a little hacked when they found out there weren't any girls here, but when I offered them three bucks apiece to jerk-off they went right at it. I did tell them we'd have girls here the next time they came by," he added.
Not able to take her eyes from the vials, Wendy muttered softly, "And girls you will have, Stevie." Already adding up the profit, Wendy then cried out loud, "Even if Toni and I have to jerk-off every boy in the Village!"
Stevie leaned back against the table, grinning as he lighted a cigarette, then said, "Well…if you mean that, I have six guys waiting for me to bring them the vials! They came in right before you got here."
Wendy laughed as Toni smiled apprehensively at her, then at Stevie as she said wonderingly, "But Stevie, what do you tell them? Don't they even ask questions about what you're doing…or why you want their semen?"
He shrugged, saying, "I just tell them that we're collecting spunk for a secret science project for the government, and that as long as the word doesn't get out about what we're doing, they can come by. and pick up a few bucks any time they get a hard-on!"
"And they believe that?" Wendy gasped laughingly.
"Hell, I don't know!" Stevie joined in. "I don't really think they give a damn as long as they get their rocks off and get paid for doing it They're not apt to blow the whistle on a good thing…and speaking of blowing a whistle, what about those guys I've got waiting in the extraction room?"
Wendy grinned and started taking her clothes off, motioning for Toni to do the same as she said, "Okay, Toni-it looks like we go to work! Stevie, hand us two of those smocks we ordered."
Kneeling together, the two girls looked up expectantly at two remaining unserviced men. Without a word, both of them advanced on the girls and quickly stuffed their hard cocks into the waiting mouths before them As if trying to outdo each other, the two girls sucked, trying to devour the gleaming lengths of cocks that stretched their mouths. Tongues, lips and hands worked sensuously between each man's trembling thighs-licking-sucking-tonguing-draw-teasing, until both men, almost simultaneously, groaned tightly with their completions. Hips arched out, they began to come violently, filling the tender young mouths with their flowing semen, twitching with lust as eager lips and tongues coaxed still more, urging one more spurt, then still another throbbing stream of come until drained testicles could deliver no more. Gently releasing the diminishing tubes of cock, both girls reached for the vials and let the white, thick nectar drool from their lips into the waiting containers.
The sight aroused the others, who had already made one contribution, and the girls found themselves surrounded by half-naked men, their cocks once again erect and ready. Wendy and Toni exchanged smiles as each reached for fresh vials and fresh cocks, holding the vials in readiness as they went down on new meat, sucking the jerking stems greedily, their slick tongues lashing turgid cockheads before plunging them down eager throats.
When the last fleshy penis hung limp and spent, dangling uselessly between each panting, exhausted man's thighs, the two girls leaned back, licking tiredly at the sticky remains of semen as they surveyed the results of their efforts. Twenty vials filled the rack, all containing a worthy amount of semen, and with jaws aching, they watched as the men filed tiredly from the room. Some of the younger men had managed three and even four pops, and although the last climax didn't deliver any huge amount of semen, Wendy saw that it was enough to use.
When they got back to the office where they rejoined Stevie, Wendy was amazed to see that the day was half-gone.
"My God!" he cried, examining the rack. "You two got as much from six guys as twenty boys got by jacking-off themselves!"
Wendy laughed with Toni as she answered, "Well, that ought to show us the need forgetting girls as quickly as we can."
"I figure the girls we get will be willing to work for fifty bucks a day easy, and with the results you and Toni got, you aren't going to be spending half what we originally thought!"
Wendy nodded. "That's right, Stevie." As she looked at the long fine of vials, she knew she was a rich woman.
Chapter 11
The next few days were hectic for Wendy and her staff. To make room for her new product, old inventories had to be disposed of, a feat quickly accomplished by marking the prices down drastically to her old customers. The retailers knew of the excellent quality of her regular cosmetics and they were quick to stock up at the reduced prices.
Wendy knew there would be howls of protest when she came out with her Fountain of Youth, as the stores would already be overstocked with her old merchandise, but she also knew that once they found out about the miraculous qualities of her new cream, they would be beating a path to her door. With Toni's help, she carefully supervised the preparation of the first production, personally adding the catalyst of semen. Through exhaustive experiments, she carefully deter-mined the exact percentage of semen that had to be used to make her cream effective. She was just as careful in making sure that she added only to make the results of the cream last one day only. She wanted to be sure that every woman would have to use it daily. She knew that any woman, on seeing the results would be forever addicted to its use, and at fifty dollars a jar, she would be wealthy beyond her dreams.
The Extraction Center kept a steady supply of semen-filled vials coming to her, and although she knew the present supply wouldn't be nearly enough once they really started selling, it was sufficient for the time being. Knowing what her eventual needs would be, she had already located another lab and production plant much larger than her own. She knew it would be available when she needed it and she could already visualize the endless jars of Fountain of Youth pouring from her assembly line.
Both Stevie and Toni had turned out to be loyal and invaluable assistants and Wendy rewarded them well. Stevie had a staff of fifteen girls working at the Extraction Center, girls recruited from all walks of fife. Some were prostitutes, others merely housewives anxious to bring home fifty dollars a day. Each girl was carefully made aware of the fact that she would be discharged immediately should she discuss her erotic occupation with anyone. The fabulous salary welded a bond of loyalty and Stevie carefully made his selections of girls he knew could be trusted, and girls who were beautiful enough to raise a hard-on for any man coming in to make his "donation." Once the Center was in full operation, men and boys quickly became steady contributors. When they found that they could walk in at any time and earn three dollars by jerking-off, one dollar by letting a lovely young girl jack them off, or merely get a free blow job, many returned two and three times a day. To Wendy's relief, she found that most men, even if they collected the first three dollars, were anxious to give their next climax free for the thrill of having the girls suck them off.