Work-Cassandra Blair MD PhD

The next morning you awaken alone. You figure Renna and Liza already left for school.

You take your time with a long hot shower making use of the Evil Glam products.

You get out of the shower put on your face. Then get dressed.

When you arrive at your lab there is a yellow Post-it note from Curtiss on your computer. The Post-it note says Cassandra Blair MD, PhD and there's a room number here on the fourth floor.

You walk down the hall and find the room easily. You knock. A brunette bombshell answers the door. She has long black hair and pale skin. She wears a black dress with a plunging neckline like Elvira. Unlike Elvira this dress does not go to the floor but rather to mid-thigh. Between her pert breasts she wears a pendant a silver upside down star with a circle around it.

"Yes you must be Wendy Wershaw, Curtiss told me you'd be coming." The gothic woman says, extending her hand.

You grasp her hand in a proper handshake and she invites you in.

Her lab is the same size as yours but feels cramped. The walls are lined with plastic cages holding different animals you recognize newt, Salamander there are some rats. Plants hang from the ceiling. The tables are covered in a mix of scientific accoutrements and bric-a-brac. An expensive electric microscope next to a junk shop crystal ball.

Cassandra walks to a corner where you see two armchairs facing one another. She takes a seat and gestures to the other one. You dutifully take a seat.

"Ms. Blair the reason I sought your counsel is because Curtiss assigned me to work with an inky black material and I just feel I've used most of the tricks up my sleeve, though now that I see your office, I'm thinking animal experimentation." You say a cruel grin coming to your lips.

Cassandra nodded her head. "The black goo. Well as far as animal experimentation it's all been done pigs, horses, monkeys, dogs. I'll send you all the information. Still I don't think logic and reason will quite be the help you think to understanding the black goo. There's going to need to be more intuition and gut feeling."

You reply. "That's a bit discouraging but I'd appreciate any data you might have on the subject."

"The main reason Curtiss and I thought we should meet today is not the black goo but rather Renna." Cassandra explained.

You state. "Renna is selling the Evil Glam."

"And she started with the cheerleaders didn't she?" Cassandra asks.

"Yes." You acknowledge.

"Been this way for decades, schools and their sports icons." Cassandra says reaching under an end table next to her chair. Cassandra produces a white and black cardboard box.

"Have Renna give the senior football team these protein bars." Cassandra instructs. "Like a testosterone boost increased aggressiveness, increased sex drive. Ten percent increase in strength. Ten percent increase in endurance and stamina, twenty percent increase in sexual endurance. The jocks will run that school."

You thank Cassandra for the parcel and information and stand-up to go.

As you stand Cassandra tells you. "You maybe interested, I have a band and it's playing tonight."

You smile. "That sounds like fun I haven't been out in ages."

"It's a rundown neighborhood but that's how I like it, the wharf warehouse district." Cassandra informs you.

"So what do you call the band?" You ask.

Cassandra replies. "Satan's spit".

"Sounds raw." You say.

"As raw as they come." Cassandra acknowledges.

You head back to your office however you don't see a lot to do until you get those test results Cassandra said she send you.

You run over some notes you've made but your mind is on tonight. You decide to leave early.

You find a seedy shop and buy yourself a short tight latex miniskirt and a backless PVC top.

You call Renna from the shop. "Hey I'm just picking up a few things. I found out my co-worker is in a band playing wharf district tonight. Thought it might be something you and Liza are into."

"O.K. OK see you at home." You finish the call.