Chapter 65

They packed up all the outfits, leaving out those that they had picked to wear. These were amazingly conservative, considering the events of the previous evening.

Alice and Candice bubbled with excitement.

They took a cab to Mae’s business.

Mae met them in the lobby. She held back, not knowing the relationship Sheila shared with the two lovely girls with her. Sheila moved into her arms and kissed her deeply.

“So you’ve decided to be totally out?” Mae giggled.

“I’ve decided to be myself.” Sheila said, holding her as she gazed into Mae’s deep dark eyes.

Mae shivered a bit by the power she saw there. Sheila was different somehow. Self assured and yet deeply caring. Mae’s insides quivered with desire for her.

The girls studied her. She was lovely. Mid to late thirties, with soft oriental features. Her hair was long and black, reaching almost to her shapely waist.

She had medium sized breasts and slightly dark skin to match her features. She was almost of the exact same size as Candice.

Mae turned to examine the two girls.

“And who are these two lovely ladies?” she asked, pulling away from Sheila.

“Mae, may I present Candice ... and Alice. They are here to model some outfits for you.” Sheila said.

“For me? You said you had something important to show me and talk to me about.” Mae said.

“You have no idea just how important it is.” Sheila giggled.

“Well, let’s go someplace more comfortable. Then you can tell me all about it ... and where you got those dynamite stockings!” Mae said.

Sheila just chuckled. The girls too.

Mae led them up to her office. She had a magnificent view of the bay and the golden gate.

She guided them into seats, offering refreshments.

“I think a little champagne for each of us.” Sheila said.

“Celebrating?” Mae asked.

“Yup. You see, we’re here to make you rich.” Sheila giggled.

Mae looked at her a moment. Coming from someone else she might have dismissed the remark. But not from Sheila. She buzzed her secretary.

“A bottle of the finest Champagne we’ve got around and four glasses.” she ordered.

She sat back looking at Sheila, wondering what she was up to.

They all had on well tailored, but conservative jackets over their outfits. Buttoned up the front. The girls sat back, feeling a bit self conscious. Sheila sat back self assured.

The secretary brought the Champagne and glasses on a tray. She popped the cork and poured, served them and then withdrew.

Mae held her glass waiting.

“So what’s this all about?” she asked.

Sheila grinned. She motioned to the girls and stood up herself. They all began to unbutton their jackets and remove them.

Mae sat back in shock.

Sheila was clad from neck to foot in a custom outfit. It hugged her every freckle. A skirt that matched the body suit exactly, hung from her shapely hips. The pattern continued down her custom stockings, which were all Mae had seen under the jackets. That and the hem of their skirts. Mae got shakily to her feet and moved up close to examine the outfit.

She was shaking a bit when she turned to the girls. Alice wore an outfit like the girls had worn when they first greeted Sheila. It hugged and defined her small breasts like paint. Candice wore a copy of John’s present to Theresa, with the moon on the cheek. She wore a white skirt which she removed at Sheila’s nod. Then rotated. Embarrassed at the look she received. Alice opened her skirt to show her the colors matched completely, blushing herself from the way the body suit accurately followed her every curve...

“Okay, I’ll bite. I know every major fashion designer in the world. None of them could touch these. Where the hell did you get these outfits?” Mae asked.

“They were all made in one day ... along with all the others we brought along. If the girls can use your fitting room, they will show you the rest.” Sheila said.

Mae nodded, dumbfounded. She took a long pull on her champagne.

The parade of outfits followed. Including Sheila’s entire business collection.

With each new outfit, the bewildered look on Mae’s face got worse. She called in her best designers who embarrassed the hell out of the girls. Poking their fingers at where seams should be, but weren’t. Feeling the fabrics and examining the designs closely, even if they were over private areas.

They all shook their heads bewildered as well.

Mae shooed them out.

“Okay ... are you going to tell me ... or not?” she asked.

“They were all spun on one machine ... I lied a bit. My business suits took a couple of days. But every outfit the girls have worn were made in eight hours.” Sheila giggled.

“Not possible.” Mae said.

“Wasn’t possible. Is now. You’re looking at the introductory line of fashions from Second Skin Incorporated.” Sheila said.

“And where might I contact this Second Skin?” Mae asked.

“Right here. You’re looking at their new CEO.” Sheila giggled.

“You?” Mae asked.

“Me.”

“I heard from Judy that you were off with some Mr. Wonderful like the world has never known ... now you come in with this.” Mae said.

“All true. Mr. Wonderful invented the machine that made these. His name is John Stevens. I love him. We all do.” Sheila said.

“All? All three of you?” Mae asked, looking to the girls.

“All seven ... or eight of us.” Sheila said.

“Huh? You don’t know?” Mae asked.

“There are seven of us women who now live with him. Alice is one of a matched set of three. In addition to me and the triplets -Alice, Andrea and Amy-, there is Cindy and Theresa and Candice here. That makes seven. There’s a girl in New York, Sally, who just might make eight ... If I guess right.” Sheila chuckled.

“And you all love this man?” Mae asked.

“Like air!” Sheila said. The girls nodded.

“Must be some fellow.” Mae said.

They all rolled their eye’s and nodded.

“So what does this have to do with me?” Mae asked.

“Well, darling. Seeing as how this will put you out of business ... How would you feel about being our first distributor?” Sheila asked.

“I’d love to be. But I don’t think we could begin to stock enough different sizes. Those things look custom made for each body.”

“They are. Each outfit. A machine scans the body of the person the outfit is to be made for, another makes an exact duplicate of that person, down to the freckle if so desired, and then spins the outfits over the duplicate, adding pigmentation as it goes.” Sheila explained.

“No inventory?”

“None!”

“But that’s fantastic! When can I get scanned?” Mae asked.

“Soon. John’s working on a production model as we speak. A good thing too. The prototype made the scanee just a wee bit too horny!” Sheila giggled.

“Horny? How so?” Mae asked.

“With little persistent fingers probing every place the outfits fit, taking measurements.” Sheila said.

Mae looked long and hard at Sheila’s outfit, then the girls. She nodded, grinning.

Her eye’s kept drifting back to Candice, who blushed a lot, but did her own looking at her. Sheila noticed, chucking to herself.

“Okay, you’ve sold me. How much is it going to cost me?” Mae said, finally.

“Well, not so much money, as connections. I was thinking that we could supply you with a modified version of the machine within a few months ... if we can swing it. Then you offer the service to your best customers first. Then you put together a show for Fashion week in New York, using all originals.” Sheila said.

“Oh, god. Are those folks in for a shock!” Mae chuckled.

“No shit. And when that’s over we’ll have people clambering at our doorstep. I’d like you to represent us to them.”

“Me? Why me?” Mae asked.

“Several reasons. First off, you being our first outlet solves a bunch of logistics problems. You’re well established in a high dollar, high fashion market. It gets us on the market, as fast as we can get it together. Second, you’ve got the connections, we don’t. Third ... Cause I love you.” Sheila said.

Mae looked at her, blushing a bit. Her eyes drifting back to Candice.

“So I guess I’d better start lining up models.” Mae said.

“That’s what I’ve hired Candice and the triplets for. That way we can start spinning outfits for them right now, without waiting for the re-design.” Sheila said.

“Triplets, huh? That should blow the socks off the fashion world. We could probably keep them busy full time, just working for other designers.” Mae said.

“I think we can keep them busy enough ... besides, I’d like to keep them close till they know what to watch out for.” Sheila said.

“Probably not the only reason you want to keep them close.” Mae giggled.

“Guilty. But I was thinking we could do some special projects just around them, like outfits with a design split across the three of them.”

“That sounds fun.” Mae said, nodding.

“The thing is, we can put any design on any outfit. If you can find a picture of it, or take one yourself, then we can copy it onto an outfit. I’ve been saving a special one just to show you that.” Sheila said.

She slipped into the fitting room and slipped on her body suit with Theresa’s skin on it.

She stepped out and at first Mae thought she was nude.

“Oh my god!” Mae gasped.

Sheila couldn’t help but blush, but she showed her the whole design. Even sitting down and opening her legs. Mae was in total shock.

Sheila slipped into the fitting room again, and donned the outfit with Cindy’s skin on it. Mae’s reaction was much the same.

“Makes you look like an un-natural blonde.” Mae giggled.

“You get my point, I take it.” Sheila asked.

“Yes, please put something else on. You’re making me wet.” Mae said.

“My same reaction to the owner of this skin.” Sheila chuckled, withdrawing to change.

She returned in her original outfit.

“I think we’re going to be very rich!” Mae said.

“Aww, you’ve guessed my plan.” Sheila mocked.

“So we’ve got a brunette and three blondes. All we need is a killer redhead for the team.” Mae said.

“I think I might even be able to come up with one of those.” Sheila chuckled.

“Hidden resources? Have you been holding out on me?” Mae asked.

“Haven’t met her myself ... but from what I’ve heard, I want to.” Sheila replied.

“How do you know she’d be interested and where is she?” Mae asked.