As your eyes adjusted, you realised sitting across from you was a much older woman in a dark leather chair. Plump but droopy, her face held onto its dignity beneath a sea of tied back blonde and gray hair but it seems time could not help but make even her smile sour at the edges. It was a look of determination but also of transaction - she knew her deal.
“Who are you?” you remarked, vulnerable in your seat.
“Is that machine available yet?” the woman remarked, entirely ignoring the question.
“It’s a busy day. Macguire is still using it for his husband” remarked a woman’s voice behind you, salty and prompt.
The older woman before you began to tut, before visibly leaning back to reveal her figure. In another life she may have been a model, but time clearly had been dragging her down no matter how high she held her head.
“Beth, I’m tired of waiting. Grab me a bottle from the dispenser, settings should be already in”
A grunt came from behind as a four armed woman came into view to tap something into a panel, and a whoosh made its way through the walls. Must be a pneumatic tube or something! Within moments, a section of the wall whirred back and a small vial sat in the cavity.
“What are you going to do?” you puzzled, the four armed woman (Beth?) handing the vial over to the older woman who proceeded to fiddle with it in her fingers.
For the first time the older woman acknowledged you.
“I am nobody. But even a nobody has … needs. You have something I need”
So cryptic.
“Uh … what? I’m sure if you let me go I can …”
“No” the older woman stated, standing up in full view across the room. A tummy paunch and large sagging bosom marked by well looked after but tired skin.
“You are going to stay right here. If I had the machine there would be less mess, but these things need to be done quickly to avoid loose ends.”
She looked at the vial and admired the contents.
“You are a very young man. How would you like to be older?”
A smile passed her pursed lips as she sauntered over to your seat contemptuously.
“… no … I don’t think …”
She put a finger up to your mouth.
“That’s right. Don’t think. Don’t shout. Don’t be dramatic and I’ll compensate you afterwards. This will be happening either way.”
Her eyes fell to your crotch as she licked her lips. Clearly whatever she had was some sort of a transfer potion, and she was well versed in how to use it ...