Chapter 5
Wendy held the door for the parking attendant, then tipped him lavishly for bringing in her luggage. After instructing him to have her car washed and serviced, she closed the door and looked around the familiar surroundings of her apartment, tired after such a long ride, but happy to get home. Smiling to herself she thought about Stevie, wondering if he was thinking of her, and if so, what? She had let him out on a nondescript corner in the Village. She had refused to give him her address or even her telephone number, but had taken his down, promising to call him. As she thought back on the long night spent with him, she realized how lucky she had been. He had done all the driving while she slept soundly at his side. After their lustful pause at the side of the road, Wendy had slept like a baby, content and satisfied by the thorough fucking he had given her, and secure in the knowledge that her beauty had been restored by the shower of semen over her carefully applied makeup.
When they had stopped for gas and a brief rest for him, Wendy had hurried inside the ladies' room, eager to confirm whether or not her newly found formula had indeed worked. She grinned at her reflection with almost insane pleasure. Once again her complexion was perfect, creamy and smooth as a baby. She had washed her face hurriedly and put on fresh lipstick before returning to the car to complete the trip.
Glancing in her bedroom mirror, she saw that she had lost none of the youthful look and she was beginning to judge how long the results of the applications lasted. Quickly unpacking and bathing, she couldn't wait to start work on her formula, the cosmetic discovery that was going to make her rich beyond her dreams, and she dressed hurriedly before calling her secretary.
She had most of her plan worked out in her mind and she gave her startled secretary a rapid-fire list of instructions, smiling to herself at the girl's obvious confusion. Satisfied that he beginning of her plan was in the works, she gulped down a quick breakfast and called down for the doorman to have a cab waiting.
Humming happily to herself, Wendy walked from the apartment building, nodding to the smiling doorman as she tipped him and got into the waiting cab. She grinned as she saw the pompous old man ogling the exposed length of her thighs as she got in the cab, then intentionally gave him a flashing glance at her crotch by quickly spreading her legs wide for a brief second as she sat down. It was all she could do to keep from laughing at the expression on his face as the cab pulled away from the curb.
Go ahead and look, you old goat, she thought gaily. If you weren't so old, I might just recruit you for the biggest money-making deal in the history of cosmetics!
When they finally pulled up in front of the lower New York laboratory, Wendy quickly paid the driver and hurried inside. As soon as she entered, she could see her orders already being carried out. Ordinarily at that time of day she would've been able to hear the hum of the filling and packaging line, the sound of her employees busily working on the manufacture and shipping of her different cosmetics, the normal busy atmosphere of her small office staff. But this day it was different, and Wendy looked around as she stood just inside the door, happy to see the results of her earlier instructions from the motel, mforming her staff to stop production for the time being. Except for her secretary, the place was empty.
She sniffled as her secretary finally noticed her, saying abruptly as she looked up, "yes, can I help you, Miss?"
Wendy almost laughed with joy. Even her own secretary hadn't recognized her! Walking up to the desk, Wendy watched the girl's face carefully for the first sign of recognition, then laughed at the puzzled, then shocked expression. 'Toni! Really now, I haven't been gone so long that you shouldn't know me! It's me...your boss...remember?"
The staring girl pushed back from her desk, not believing what she saw, her mouth working noiselessly as Wendy grinned back at her. "It-it is really you," she stammered. "B-but what happened! You-your face...your skin...."
"So young-beautiful?" she grinned. "Honestly, Toni, I really must've looked bad before if you carry on like this over such a small change in me!"
"Oh, no, Miss Moore...it...it's not that at all!" the stunned girl replied quickly. "But you've changed! You do look younger...so young it's impossible! What did you do?"
Wendy was enjoying herself immensely. "You're right, Toni--it is impossible, but I've done it! Something new...so different, so wild...." She stopped, knowing that she had no intention of telling what she had discovered, then continued, saying more calmly, "But I'll tell you more about that later. Did you do everything just as I told you?"
The girl sat down, her eyes still glued to her beautiful employer's face as she answered. "Yes, Ma'am. I told everyone that we were closing until further notice and that they could pick up their checks this afternoon."
"And do you have them ready?"
"Yes. Miss Wendy...am...am I fired, too?" she asked quietly, her eyes downcast.
Wendy laughed, "Of course not, Toni! And we will probably bring back most of our people later, if they still want to work for me. I just didn't want anyone here except you and me until I'm ready to produce-well, something new."
"This...this 'something new'...is this what you've discovered to make you look so...so young?"
Wendy grinned crazily, unable to restrain her excitement as she cried, "Yes, Toni...a new formula that will be the biggest thing ever! A formula that only I know about, that only I know how to make!" She stepped closer to the wondering girl and leaned forward to give her a closer look. "Take a good look, Toni. You know I never had too many lines and wrinkles, but do you see any now? Any at all? Even a single blemish?"
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.