So did the possible selling price. Stan figured if he kept the booth in working order, then at the end of the two years he could sell it for at least five or six grand. The problem was that it had to be used regularly to prevent the pumps, seals, and nozzles from drying out. He thought he could just cycle it every so often, but except for the cleaning cycle, the booth was programed not to run unless a person was inside masturbating it. And whatever you put in the tubes for the tanning agent had to be just the right consistency or the program would error out. That meant using real fake tan stuff when you ran it. So, once every two months, Stan would mix up a batch of faux tan and tits step into the machine. The first couple times he did that, the results were, at best, mixed. Fortunately, there was also a removal cycle that sprayed a solution that would take off anything that had been applied, even days or weeks later. After one of his worst initial attempts where he made a major mistake mixing the tan colors he stepped out of the booth a deep, all-over red. “I know what I am wearing next Halloween,” he said to himself in the mirror. He carefully wrote down exactly what he had done before resetting the booth to a removal cycle. With his skin dyed a deep red, Stan figured he could wear anything... or nothing... to the next Halloween party. But he still needed a gimmick that would put it over the top. So he turned to his cousin, Mark, who worked supplying special props to the movie industry. “What you need is horns,” Mark said. “But they have to appear only when you want to show that you are horny.” He then laughed at his own joke. Stan just scowled at him, but Mark said, “No, seriously. I’ve got these horns that glue to your hair and scalp. You just comb the rest of your hair over the little nubs. When you want them, just press on either one of them and they pop up slowly. You can make it look like you are just pulling your hair out of the way. Then when you want the horns to disappear again, just push on both asian of them slowly and the special springs push back down until the catch engages again.” “How much?” Stan asked. “I sold the final versions for three grand apiece,” Mark answered, grinning at the shocked look on Stan’s face. Then he added, “But I’ve still got the prototypes. I can let you have them at five hundred for the pair. They aren’t quite as flashy, but people will be seeing them actual size. You aren’t going to be up on a big screen.” All that was needed after that was for Stan to wangle an invitation to a friend’s Halloween party. His friend lived near the college and Stan knew that there would be a significant number of college students there. Free booze at a party near campus will do that. 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