Jerry had to figure out a way to lure a couple of guys to his house, then use the chemical on them. But who should his "victims" be? And how would he get them to come into his house?
He turned and looked at Lisa, then smiled. With a hot babe like her at his disposal, he could lure almost any guy into his house.
"Oh, Lisa," he called to her. His ex-wife-turned-bimbo looked at him questioningly. "I want you to make a very special phone call for me."
She turned away from the closet and walked over to him. She looked so incredibly hot in that bikini and those shoes. Like a model, which the original Lisa was not like at all. She even despised women who modeled, saying that they were wasting their lives away, using their bodies to make money instead of their minds. Well, now Lisa barely had a mind left, so the only way she could make money now had to be with her body. With her reduced intelligence, she'd look to him for guidance. He briefly wondered what he would make her do for the rest of her life. Keep her around as his personal slut? Tell her to get a job as a stripper? Or a porn star? Or a whore? But, that was thought for another time. He had to focus on testing his chemical on guys first.
They both walked out of the bedroom and to the living room. Jerry remembered writing down this one boy's phone number. In the summers, he did lawn care, that sort of thing. Apparently, the guy was some sort of stud at the local high school. Well, not for long.
"Call this number, Lisa," Jerry said, handing her a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. "The person's name is Steve Farber. Talk really sexy to him and tell him to come to this address," he said, pointing to the address written on the same piece of paper.
Jerry took a step back and watched as Lisa called the phone number, then said with a really sexy and breathy voice "Hello? Is this, like, Steve?"
"Is it?" Jerry asked.
She nodded.
"Then tell him to come to the address I wrote down."
Lisa said the address, then turned back to Jerry.
"Problem?" he asked.
"He wants to bring his friends," she said.
"Sure," he said. "Tell him to bring them along."
"Okay," she said, then told Steve to bring his friends - Randy Goodman and Mike Matthews. When the call was over, she handed the phone back to Jerry. "They'll be here soon."
"Good," Jerry said. "Now, Lisa. What I want you to do next is take off all your clothes and go outside and get in the pool. When the guys come into the backyard, I want you to flirt with them, urge them to come into the pool to join you. Can you do that?"
She nodded, smiling. She was so glad that Jerry was so smart, telling her what to do. If it weren't for him giving her orders, she wasn't sure what she'd do. She'd be lost without him.
"Then get to it," he said. And then she was off to the backyard, stripping off her bikini top on the way.
