In the ladies room of the restaurant, Julia hurriedly applied the
cream to her zit and was amazed at how it seemed to shrink and vanish
as if by magic. She washed her hands and hurried upstairs to the
banquet room where the party was just getting started.
Julia was pleased when Mr. Newman from sales flirted with her. They
both had a lot to drink and soon found themselves alone back in his
apartment.
"Oh, damn, I don't have any condoms or lube," Newman confessed in a
sad voice. "I just moved in here last week. My wife left me or should
I say kept my place and is divorcing me," he sighed.
"Not to worry, Dickie, I'm on the pill. You don't have any nasty
diseases do you?"
"No, Julia, thank god. Though I hope here tennis instructor gives her
a disease. Anything in your purse we can use for lube?"
"Well, I have some cream," she said taking out the jar of ointment,
"but I'm not sure."
"Oh, the writings all Chinese. Let's have a sniff. Smells like
perfectly normal cold cream, I'm sure it will work fine."
He took a handful and liberally applied it to his hardening cock. The
two tumbled into his rented bed.
In his shop the old man looked up from his crystal ball, and began to
laugh hysterically. "One less unsightly blemish in the world! Hahaha!"