Extemporaneity.Darry kicked back in his chair. The solution in the spray bottle had taken on an unearthly color but it had also clarified. And it didn’t smell all that bad either, kind of reminded him of spicy musk cologne. The two new batches he had started with the sludge from the bottom of the first had gone through the expected changes. By the evening of the Alti-Verse Bash, he would have three bottles of the potion ready.The Mu Alpha Deltas (MADs) were the college science and tech geeks. Though any MAD brother had a better chance at landing a job with a real paycheck after college, much of the campus regarded the MAD tech geeks as just that, geeks. Just ask any of the hot chicks on campus about MAD frat brothers and you’d get something like, “Oh they’re great, for geeks. I mean if you need help to cram for finals or need a term paper sure!”Last year’s party had been lame. Girls from the Heta Upsilon Gamma Sorority had made a token appearance and some of the brothers had brought girlfriends to the party. One very hot girl in NASA intern cosplay had shown up and flashed everyone her fine pussy and firm tits, then her boyfriend whisked her away in a hurry. Most of the frat boys had treasured GIF and j-peg stored memories of that infamous moment. But on the whole MAD parties were usually not very crazy or wild.Darry had sworn that this year would be different. Last year he’d been detailed to steal Johnny on the Spots for the party then had to power wash the interiors and decorate them with lights. Ugh. Having settled now in his new room at Mu Alpha Delta, no one in the house could have guessed the second year fraternity brother’s talents, no one knew about his unnatural gifts. When Darry had come up with the “Magical Acne Preparation” his frat brothers were his test ground. In a three-week trial, the treatment cleared the skin of every geek in the house without notable side effects or exceptions. With a campus full of terminally immature coeds, the acne remedy found a ready market.Suddenly everyone wanted Darry’s cream. Two MAD brothers took over marketing and the fraternity found a new enterprise. He’d gotten a private room for his concoction and a small laboratory was cleared out for him in the basement.”Darry, how’s the secret project?” said a gawky red-haired guy who strode into the dimly lit laboratory.”Winston, how’s the party planning going?” Darry asked.”Well, we got four coeds from Culinary Arts making fresh hors d’oeuvres upstairs right now. We need some room in your refrigerators.””Done.”The sophomore brother looked over at the rush party chairman. Winston was the most unlikely party host you’d ever meet except that he could organize a concert, an orgy or even a Rennaisance fair to the last detail. Besides that, he was an obsessive-compulsive, a jazz savant and wore a mean fedora.”How did you get chicks to Anadolu Yakası Escort come over and make food?” Darry asked.”Oh, we’ve been going to the sister houses for the last two weeks giving out samples of Magical Acne Preparation and invitations to the Alti-Verse Bash.””That’s fucking brilliant Winston!”A part of him wanted to remind the party chairman about diluting the market for the acne cream, but the invitations meant girls would be coming. The typical costume for a coed was lingerie and kitten or bunny ears and tail. It was a sorority house standard. When your typically nerdy frat house becomes suddenly popular, the girls come to party and do all kinds of whatever.”How’s the chemistry project going? You were going, I think you said, ‘to do a disappearing illusion,'” Winston asked.”One, it’s a solution, not an illusion, and b, it’s alchemy, not chemistry,” Darry’s subtle malaprop made the party chairman chuckle. The alchemist pointed to a rack of coat hangers. “The samples are over there and I think we have a winner.”Looking over at the rack near the wall, the party chairman saw wisps of translucence shimmering. It was as if gossamer had been made into clothes.”Did you camouflage the clothes or did they disappear?” he asked.”Don’t ask,” Darry advised. “Clothing samples of girls skirts, tops, lingerie in nylon, rayon, polyester, satin, and cotton. A small spray of the potion contacting any part of clothing will cause a chain collapse at the molecular level. Any pigment or dye is eliminated; the garment is rendered eighty-nine percent transparent. The collapse occurs over a period of twenty-two to thirty-four minutes depending on fabric density and weave. But there’s a little catch.””Wait, what? So the top five fabrics that chicks wear basically disappear when they spray on the potion.” Winston scratched his head absently. “What’s the catch? Do I have to ask?””The subject must voluntarily apply the spray.””So you need a label that says, ‘Magic Party Spray, one spritz and you’ll be puttin’ on the Ritz?'” Winston supplied the answer.”Call it ‘MAD Party Glitter Spray One Spray Does It!’ It’s a pheromone entrancer, just a quick sniff entices the user to want more.”From a pad on the desk, Darry grabbed the first page and handed it over. “Here’s a label that I drew for it. I even included an advisory note: This product can produce the adverse effect destabilized pigment desaturation.””Wow, so some chicks won’t get it and the ones that do… ” Winston continued.”Will think it’s just a crazy nerdy frat-boy joke,” Darry explained. There were things that he could explain and others that he couldn’t, not to his brothers, not really. Like where he’d found the elemental components to synthesize the acne medicine and the disappearing compound.’Sometimes it’s the very people who no Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine. That’s me all right’ he thought.”We need to have two spray pumps on the first floor, that’s going to be the girls’ bathroom,” Winston mused. “And we’re setting up a girls’ makeup table in the front hall so another there.””Put a mirror on a side table on the patio, and a bottle next to it. Chicks at parties look for a selfie or a mirror.””For the patio porta-potties, of course,” the party chairman approved. “How’re we going to judge costumes that are basically translucent iridescence?””Did you get any good prizes?””Actually, somebody suggested a kitten, because chicks love them. We were able to swap two samples of the acne cream for two kittens. But we’re also offering term papers and a week of pre-finals tutoring,” Darry’s frat brother turned back toward the door. “We have a committee to pick who gets to tutor some coed during finals. Half the house is volunteering.””I’d be more than happy to volunteer for that myself!” the alchemist smiled.”Darry?””Winston?” Darry looked back as the party chairman approached the door.”Should I ask you what you’re doing? Would the Chemistry Department understand?””Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”Winston nodded at the old saying and left the basement lab.On a nearby worktable a brew bubbled happily over an alcohol burner, racks of test-tubes and bell jars sat on shelves hung on the walls. His lab kind of reminded him of seeing his Uncle Dadeyo’s secret room for the first time. The summer he was twelve years old his parents sent him to the Colorado mountain home of his uncle and aunt.There he learned all the secrets of his family and their honored name among the Wicca. He thought of the day his uncle had brought out and shown him the grand book. A well-kept family heirloom, the antique tome was rumored to have been printed on a Gutenberg Press. The gold tooled cover read: (translated from ancient Celtic) ‘The Conjuror’s Canon and Words of Power’. Every summer afterward until he went to college was spent reading from the Canon and learning the family history, how his own mother descended from a line of witches both famous and powerful. Each page entranced him as he learned to decipher the cryptic letters like hieroglyphics. He learned not just his own history but also the craft, the practical application of the spells and potions in the ancient tome. At crafting potions he proved himself quite adept, at curses, spells, and incantations, less so.The potion that sat in the bottle on the table was famous in fable. A royal emperor refused to pay the tribute owed after a witch had cleared his castle of evil wards and demons. The witch had designed dyes which she’d sold secretly to Escort Anadolu Yakası the emperor’s tailors, then the tailors used the dyes to craft the ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’. Judging by the condition of the page in the book, it had been a well-used potion.He got up and walked over to the translucent samples of girls clothing, troubled by the idea that he hadn’t done a proper field test yet. ‘Who could he get to volunteer for that? And had he counted wrong?’ Because suddenly he needed four bottles.As if in answer, his cell phone started playing “My Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades.” He grabbed it off the lab table and saw the caller displayed on the screen. Mr. Robert Connor who liked to bet on the frat house football pool, and also the husband of hot wife, Janine Connor. An idea suddenly formed.”Hello Bob. Looks like you lost the football pool again,” Darry informed the caller. “I’m pretty sure that’s your third loss this season.””Here’s the thing, Darry. I guess I don’t know how to pick ’em.” Connor was delaying the inevitable. “So, how do I say this? I just don’t have the money to cover that bet, not right now”Mmm, hmm. That’s a bit of a problem, Bob. You went double or nothing on this. That’s four thousand.”Maybe I can get something to help with that party? You guys need music, entertainment?” His voice sounded a bit desperate. Bob was in a fix.Darry was ready to help him out. “All right Bob, I have an idea. You can provide us some entertainment. How’s Mrs. Hotwife Connor at doing favors for you? Cause I have a way she can pay off your bet.””Hotwife, he, he, she’d like that. So how does this work? She plays hottie house mother at the frat? She’d like that,” Bob answered laughing. “Knock off a grand a day. That’s four days. Ha, you going to make her nude waitress or something naughty like that?””Bob, I like the way you think!” Darry responded. “You drive a hard bargain, but I give you credit for working this out. I’ll be sending a text with instructions. Make sure she understands her role.””Thanks, Darry. She’ll be good. She’ll do whatever you need her to do.”***************The note from Bob this morning was surprising. Janine was to go check into the Park Moor Hotel in the middle of the week before five o’clock. She’d get a call with instructions when she got there. So mysterious, but it might turn out to be fun and sexy.She liked the Park Moor, it was really nice. A little expensive for Bob so another unusual suprise there. The room was very chic and comfortable. There was a nice bottle of wine and she was on her second glass. About half an hour had passed and no phone call or text yet.But her husband had been clear, “Don’t do anything until you get the phone call, then you need to do whatever you’re instructed.”She sat on the bed with a nice buzz from the wine wondering what was up. Her dress was cut low on her breasts, and she couldn’t wear a bra with that. Her best thigh high hose embraced her long legs; she’d worn the red heels that Bob always liked her to wear.Her cell phone beeped a text message incoming, grabbing her attention. Bob didn’t usually text, he preferred to hear her talk, he said; she picked it up and read the screen.