"Wake up, we're here." Olivia said as she pushed at Sandra. Sandra had been dozing off in Olivia's car, her usual schedule as a camgirl meant that she rarely got out of bed earlier than twelve, so when Olivia had come at exactly ten she had struggled to get out of bed and ring her in. She had been in a haze as Olivia directed her to take bath to clean off the smell of dried cum and sweat and put on some clothes. Olivia had specifically told her to look like a slutty party girl and Sandra had complied by applying heavy makeup, putting on a tight black tube top that pushed up her breasts, a white miniskirt and fuck me heels. She put up her hair in a high ponytail that left her neck and shoulders exposed and drew attention to her half exposed tits. Sandra had wanted to eat some breakfast but Olivia had insisted that they were already late and had shoved her into the car. However seeing that Sandra could barely keep her eyes open Olivia had relented and bought some strong coffee on the way. She had instructed Sandra to stay in the car as she went into the café, and if Sandra were still able to think critically she probably would have considered whether it was due to embarrassment of being seen with her or fear of being caught with the results of having illegally handed out faulty medicine. However the dumbing effects of the pills Olivia had given Sandra made that kind of thinking unappealing and difficult, so Sandra didn't bother, better to do what Olivia said, for a dumb slave like Sandra listening to her owner was always the best option.
Sandra, starting to feel the coffee wake her up, got out of the car and with half opened eyes and looked around. The parking lot was filled with expensive cars, though Sandra didn't notice, instead she was thinking about the last time she had been in a parking lot and had gotten fucked in the back of a van by a man she had met minutes earlier, the memory turned her on and helped her shrug off the rest of her drowsiness. In her aroused state she felt the slight fuzziness of her beloved vacuum humming, it was small but it still made Sandra giggle happily.
"Come on, we're already late." Olivia said as she grabbed Sandra's arm and started dragging her. Olivia let go once she felt Sandra keeping up with her. The building they were heading towards was large and white and on the front had a sign over the entrance saying 'BetterYou clinic', it took Sandra a couple of seconds to realize it was two words put together.
"Go sit there," Olivia said, pointing to a row of seats, "I'll talk to the receptionist, we won't have to wait long." Sandra obediently followed her orders. Waiting in her seat gave her time to look around at her surroundings. The interior was boring in a standard office building type of way; a couple of plants among grey chairs, glass tables and beige carpets. Sandra instead found herself looking at the girls sitting next to her, some were like her, skinny, slutty and unashamed of being filled with plastic, others were chubby girls embarrassed of sitting next the first kind, and there were also some older women who looked to have spent double the amount of time it took Sandra to get ready. Sandra's staring wasn't subtle, and many of the other women sitting there started feeling awkward at her blank gaze, though Sandra was too slow to notice.
Just a couple of minutes had passed before she heard the receptionist call her name. "Sandra," she said, "dr. Greenpatch will see you now."
Olivia gestured to Sandra for her to follow and Sandra immediately complied, she heard several women scoff as she got in before them despite having just arrived. Right before entering the elevator Olivia put her hand on Sandra making her stop, she then checked to see if anyone was looking at them before grabbing Sandra's throat and pulling her close, lowering her head so she could talk directly into her ear.
"Remember that I own you." Olivia said as she tightened her grip. Sandra tried to answer but found she couldn't say a word under Olivia's grip so instead she nodded furiously.
"Who decides what happens to your body, me or you?" Olvia asked in a clam tone as she loosened her grip slightly.
"You do..." Sandra managed to barely gasp out.
Olivia tightened her grip again.
"I own your body?" she asked, and Sandra once again nodded.
"You are my toy? My Property?" she asked, and Sandra continued to nod as she started turning red.
"And I can change my toy however I want? And make it fuck whoever I want?" she asked in her still calm tone. Sandra had tried to keep her composure so far, but the lack of oxygen left her gasping open mouthed and her body twitching, despite this she still managed to nod furiously as she stared submissively up at Olivia.
Olivia finally let go, and as Sandra was gasping for breath she pushed the button to call the elevator. As they waited for the elevator to arrive Sandra couldn't help but push out the occasional moan between gasps for air, she was turned on to the point of being close to shoving her own fingers down her skirt.
The elevator opened and the two of them stepped inside, Olivia, dressed in a well fitted pantsuit, looked like she was ready for a business negotiation, Sandra, in her tight and revealing clothes, looked like she was going to flash a bartender for free shots.
Sandra heard a female voice announce that they were on the third floor and then the doors opened. Olivia took the lead and started walking down the hall with Sandra dutifully following her behind. It wasn't until they reached the end of the hall that Olivia opened a door and gently pushed Sandra through. Inside a man was sitting behind a desk with two chairs in front of it, he was decent looking but in a way that didn't naturally grab people's attention. The only thing that stood out was his shameless glare as his eyes leered on Sandra, specifically her cleavage, though they occasionally dart towards Olivia.
"So how can I help you today?" He said smiling broadly.
"You know why we're here," Olivia said in a clearly annoyed tone as she and Sandra sat on the chairs, "you are going to give treat Sandra's lips and ass with the new botox solution we talked about; fast-healing and non-diminishing."
"Yes, well, like I told you before, that hasn't been approved yet," he looked Olivia in the eyes, "and, and," he stuttered, "it's still experimental. You can't, well, you just can't use it. Like I said on the phone there are plenty of other treatments I can offer-"
Olivia rolled her eyes as she interrupted with an exaggerated sigh. "It's just some papers needing pushing before it's approved. And the treatment is so simple a monkey could do it. Just do it and file it under some random other treatment. Stop being a coward."
"Oh I'm a coward am I?", the insult replaced some of his nervousness with anger, "well how come you needed me for this brand new and advanced treatment? I bet you didn't call any other plastic surgeons!"
"No, I didn't, because you're the only one I have leverage over." Olivia leaned forward, and Oliver's eyes went wide. "You remember that exam you just had to ace, but knew you couldn't? The one you had to pay Lizzy to do for you? Yeah, she told me. She also told me you tried to convince her that she needed your help to pass her math exam, and that you wanted her to pay for it with sex. Tell me, I know revealing either of these facts would destroy your career, but which would you find more embarrassing?"
Olivia's eyes stayed fixed on Oliver who was frozen open mouthed as if he was going to say something, but never did. Eventually Olivia was satisfied he'd had enough and broke the silence. "Relax Oliver, I'm not going to tell anyone. I just want to make sure you understand who's doing who the favor.
