Vanessa ran her slender fingers across her cheek, smoother than her finest silk. "Jordan, this stuff is amazing! How did you find it?" She picked up the jar of goop-y blue cream, searching the ingredients list. "Naturally created proteins, enzymes and filtered water. That doesn't tell me anything!" She poked her head out of the bathroom, securing her towel around the tops of her breasts to glare at her boyfriend. "Jordan? Are you listening?"
Jordan looked up from his issue of Manly Men Monthly. "Uh, what was that sweetie?"
She thrust the jar towards his face. "This? This...O Face skincare cream? Where did you find it? It's fantastic!" Jordan took at second look at his girlfriend's face, and even from across the room she seemed clearer and more radiant than ever before.
"Uh...there was a girl handing them out as free samples, some new factory that just opened up?" He scanned the desk in front of him, rummaging through papers before finding a small coupon under a box of condoms. "They gave me this too, some sort of coupon for 20% off a tour of the place?"
Visions of every inch of her and Jordan's skin smoother than polished stone as they rubbed against one another filled Vanessa's vision for a moment. "We're going. Today. Take a shower." Plucking the coupon from his hand, she sat on the dead and brushed her hair, stroking the thin slip longingly.
*****
The O Face factory was a couple towns over, just far enough for Jordan to get impatient waiting as they drove. He glanced over at Vanessa in the passenger seat, his eyes drifting from her lips to her tits. He could feel the tug of blood rushing south and quickly looked back to the road. Vanessa was not a fan of road head; might as well just drive.
As they pulled towards the parking lot they were stopped by an attendant, a blond women in khaki security garb, who waved them on through when Vanessa flashed the coupon. "Pretty trusting these folks." She remarked, stashing it back in her purse. "How much did you say the tour would cost?"
"Uh...I think they said like $50 a piece? So like $80 for both with the coupon."
"If there are free samples as good as this it'll be worth it." She traced her cheek again. "God I've never felt this pretty."
"You've always been that pretty Vanessa." Jordan replied, almost automatically.
Once inside, the couple was greeted by air a mite warmer than outside. Nothing too uncomfortable mind you, but just warm enough that Vanessa shrugged off her sweater, and Jordan unbuttoned his polo shirt, letting his chiseled chest peek out and say hello to the clerk, who swapped their coupon and cash for two lanyards and IDs, gesturing with a wave of her gloved hand towards a tour group about to embark.
"Ah, you're just in time. My name is Camilla, and I'm here to show you how O Face, the naturally produced miracle of skincare, gets from our factory to your stores. Follow me!" With a chipper air and smile reserved for wait staff and secretaries, Camilla led the group, a rough dozen of mostly women, through a pair of swinging double doors.
The room was even warmer than the lobby, like the adjoining room of a sauna, without the steam. Instead, a large conveyor belt dominated the room, stopping intermittently at various stations where jars and tubes were filled with the blue cream, labeled, sealed and packaged for shipment. The women working the line paced back and forth as the machines worked, inspecting for quality and occasionally sampling the cream, rubbing it on their faces, necks, and hands.
Camilla kept talking as they walked around the belt. "O Face is the mastermind creation of our company's founder, Hugh Cook, who wanted to find a better way to get better skin. Artificial compounds and preservatives choked pores, as his own research shows, and he wanted to give women, men, and non-binary people the skin of their dreams. O Face is locally produced, biodegradable, sustainable and sadly, has a short shelf left, going rancid after a few short weeks."
A few of the women began to murmur, before Camilla plucked a tube from the belt. "Would anyone like to try it, fresh off the press as it were?" Vanessa elbowed Jordan.
"You have to try it."
Jordan sighed and raised his hand. Camilla smirked, amused by some private joke, and tossed him the tube. He popped it open and gave it a wary sniff, his nostrils filling with the scent of blueberries and...something he couldn't place. He squirted a small amount of the goop in one hand and rubbed it into his face. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, but as he rubbed it in he felt his fingers begin to positively glide over his face. His smoothest shave had never felt so good. "Wow." he muttered. "Wow."
Camilla clapped her hands. "See? It's the best product out there, at any price. Shall we continue?" She led them down the assembly line, letting any who were interested take a sample off the belt before reaching a set of doors at the other end of the room. Occasionally a worker had gone in or out, but never when the tourists would be able to see past them inside. The belt started on the other end of the door, large buckets of the blue cream rattling through from their unknown source.
"Now, this is where the basic tour ends. However, a few lucky folks were randomly selected for a much more expansive tour of our facilities. If you'll all look at the back of the ids you were handed?"
Vanessa and Jordan flipped over the cards, revealing a gold star on each. Another woman in the crowd whooped as she too won. "As for the rest of you, we have some light refreshments and conciliation baskets over back by the entrance. Marsha will take care of you, won't you Marsha?" A brunette checking the buckets as they emptied into jars walked over, and graciously escorted the rest of the tour group away.
Camilla pulled out a stack of clipboards. "I'll need you to sign these non-disclosure agreements before you go inside. Can't have our secrets getting out after all." Vanessa scanned the page, tilted her head at a mention of "no screaming" but quickly signed and handed it back, eager to find out the source of her newfound glow. The others followed suit.
