What mischief can I get up to now?
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I came home and had a message on my voicemail. I didn't recognize the number, but the ID indicated it was the marketing department of Red Horizons. While I am unlikely to buy anything they sell, they might be calling about a marketing gig. When I listened, I was right. However, the marketing gig was bigger than I thought. They wanted me to show off their nanotech clothing. They left a number, so I called.
"Hello, Sales Logistics, Mark Welling speaking. How can I help you?"
"This is Becky Sue Tate, returning Sally Nazer's call. She called about hiring me."
"Oh yes, she's been expecting your call. Unfortunately, she has left for the day."
"Can you have her call me tonight? I have a movie script to study for shooting next month. We have daily meetings, so I don't know when you can get me during the day."
"I will send her a message."
"Thank you."
I wondered who this Sally was. I don't recall ever hearing of a Sales Logistics group at Red Horizons. A quick search on the internet didn't turn up anything on the department, and little on her, as there were over a dozen listed and none mentioned the company.
I got my dinner, and halfway through, I got a call.
"Hello."
"Hi, is this Becky Sue? This is Sally from Red Horizons."
"Hi there, this is Becky Sue. Glad we connected. What's up?"
"Product development has requested we generate some commercials, and get some in-person publicity on the prototype clothing you worked on. You were specifically recommended."
"I am very interested. What kind of timeframe are we talking about?"
"For the commercials, a few days should suffice. The publicity, however, would need a publicity tour, and could take several months."
"I might be able to get a few days in, but I am shooting a film soon, and that will take several weeks."
"I see. I'll have to check if we can delay for that, but I'm not sure if I can clear it."
"Wait a moment. The film is a fantasy, with magic, and I am playing an oversexed witch. Having a wardrobe that changes on screen could work well. Can you send someone down here? I can introduce them. If you send something for me to model, I think I could likely ensure the 'sale'. Also, we might be able to shoot a commercial Saturday to demonstrate it."
"That sounds interesting. I will see what I can do."
After she hung up, I sent a text to the producer saying I might have lined up a product placement that he would probably like to use, and he should call. I nearly finished dinner when he called.
"Helen, my gal, what have you got up your skirt?"
"Nothing, of course. I did some work for Red Horizons on some unique clothing. It changes shape and color according to what the wearer wants. They want to promo it. I thought if my wardrobe were to be seen changing on camera, it would make my witch, Elvira, seem even more magical. In the club scene, I could be dressed for one kind of club, but after I get in, my outfit could morph into one more suited to it. Also, I am pretty sure I could make it reveal my vagina when Big Tim pushes me against the wall. Think you could use something like that?"
"Wow! That could be hot! Think it can deliver?"
"I left when they got the main bugs worked out. And that version could do something like that. They have been working on it for nearly two more years. I am sure they have a much better version now."
"Sounds interesting. How soon can I see it?"
"I am hoping they can be here Saturday. Even better, if they show up Friday night, so I can practice."
"Okay. Let me know what happens."
"I shall."
Thursday night, I got a call from Tex.
"Hello, Becky Sue. I just got some good news. I get to be the technical rep for your little demo Saturday."
"Hey great. What's your plans?"
"I'm getting a red-eye, and will be there in the morning with the equipment. I have some photos to practice on."
"Great. Don't bother with a hotel; you can stay at my place, as we have several guest rooms and a great chef."
"Ooh! That sounds great. See you soon." I texted Filipe to let him know Tex would be staying here for a few days.
I'm not sure if he intended it, but I heard his taxi pull up as I was getting out of bed. I opened the door just before he was about to buzz the doorbell. He did a double take at my opening the door in the nude, but I just said, come on in. He pulled a hand-truck with his equipment, and carried a large suitcase with his clothes. I took the latter for him, and led him to the elevator.
"Here is your room. It has attached facilities. I'm going swimming for an hour, then breakfast. The coffee will be ready, and I'll make breakfast for us both."
"I thought you said you had a cook?"
"I do. She does lunch and dinner. She also does the shopping, so there is plenty of good stuff to eat, even some leftovers if you want. If you fall asleep, I'll wake you up then. Now to my swim." I left and headed downstairs by the stairway, then out back.
Tex had showered and changed by the time he followed the smell of the coffee. "How come are you wearing an apron?"
I smiled and said, "Bacon grease splatter."
"Oh! That could hurt."
"How do you want your eggs?"
"Over easy."
We were quiet for a bit, and then I came over laden with food. We each served ourselves from the pile of eggs, bacon, toast, corn muffins, orange juice, and grapefruit.
When we finished, I stood and said, "Well, I am ready to try on the new outfit. Shall we?"
We headed to his room. "Do you have an open space we can work in?"
"Sure, the gym will do." I then led him back to the elevator.
"This place is huge! Is it bigger than the house?"
"It extends below the back patio. There's plenty of room on the mat over there."
He parked the hand truck just off the mat. The first box held a thin belt with a large matte-green box on it. "Put that on first. It's the power and nanotech brain." He then pulled out a pair of long-toothed, metal combs. They did not have any handles. They were the same green color. "These are the receivers, and the teeth are the antennas for the neural net. Place them, so their teeth face out along your scalp at the top of your head. No, a little bit forward. Yeah, that's it."
"They're not connected?"
"That's okay. The nanotech sends up a hard line that splits and connects to them both. Now for the block." He handed me a simple remote. "Don't use this yet." He removed the top box and opened the lower one, revealing a large block. "I charged it up first thing. Is there a plug about? It's a power hog." I pointed to a nearby outlet in the floor. "Oh! I didn't see that." He plugged the box in. "This box has a directional antenna that tracks the belt for remote power. Very short range, but it solves the power problem. Don't worry; it's safe, even cleared by the FDA. But it works best if it has line of sight, and you don't move the block too fast. Otherwise, it has to hunt for the block, and it loses efficiency."
"Okay you're ready. Stand facing away from the box; and with the remote push 'command' then 'apply'. You can turn your head to watch."
I did as instructed, and looked over my shoulder as I hit the buttons. Suddenly, the large block in the box began to melt, and a stream headed directly for me. When my feet were surrounded, in a puddle about two feet in diameter, the puddle contracted and started climbing me. Tex described the process.
"The belt sends out a beacon the nanites home in on. First they get under it, and then they determine where the feet are and climb the legs. They are even smart enough to get under the feet."
"I noticed."
"They don't try to get under them all at once, but a little bit at a time. That uses the malleability of the flesh to push totally under you, while supporting you with the part not being pushed on. Now they cover your sex, and determine you need the female setting. When it gets to your breasts, it knows how to cover them, so your nipples don't show, unless you use a setting that allows it. The second pair are treated the same. We even tried it on a dummy with four pairs, and it handled it fine. Now it has detected your arms, and is seeking your neck. Found it. That tickle you feel is the thin line heading up to your pair of combs. Ah! Finally. That beep you heard was the remote acknowledging the nanotech unit is ready. Go ahead and walk about a bit and let me know when you are ready."
I handed the remote back, and then walked about the mat a bit, did a standing split, a headstand, and then walked back. "Ready."