The Hottest Babe Pt 05

Meet Anita Olsen. The most popular girl in high school, she ruled as president of The Hot Babes Club - and as a bully who tormented Freddie Simpson for being a nerd. Freddie grew up to be a tech billionaire who invented a system of mind control, and life got very different for The Hottest Babe. All characters are adults over the age of 18.

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Anita was nude in the surgeon's office. The doctor took photographs of every part of her body, concentrating on her face and boobs. She didn't like it at all. Freddie insisted that she show up for this assessment and consultation, which was intended to recommend cosmetic procedures that would make her more beautiful. Anita was happy with her body exactly the way it was, and it pissed her off that Freddie thought she needed work. It was a struggle to go through with the evaluation, but Freddie gave her very specific instructions: she was to act as though she was anxious to cooperate with the doctor and hear recommendations. Since he'd used some kind of new technology to make her his slave, she didn't have a choice.

Anita was particularly resistant to the idea of a boob job. Her c-cup breasts looked great in a low-cut gown or a bikini. She'd seen women with horrendous fake boobs, and she didn't want to risk that happening to her. She'd had a contentious conversation about it with Freddie, and he quickly used his ability to force her to do things against her will. "We will hear what the doctor has to say, and then we will discuss it afterward," he said. Those were her orders.

Still, the whole idea seemed crazy. When Anita entered a room, everyone thought she was the most attractive woman there. She enjoyed it when men got tongue-tied around her, and she particularly liked it when other women got upset being in the presence of someone who made them look bad by comparison. She knew that some of her affairs with married men happened because they were so entranced by her beauty. It made them willing to risk doing something that could threaten their marriage. It gave her a feeling of power.

Freddie didn't care about any of that. His feeling was that the best modern cosmetic surgeons were artists, and their clients looked gorgeous afterward. He agreed that Anita was stunning, but he imagined that it was possible for her to look even better. Realistically, he knew Anita was his property, and he could do whatever he wanted. Her opinion didn't matter much to him. She would do as she was told.

About a week later Anita and Freddie returned to the surgeon's office to hear her recommendations. Smithson was so attractive she was a walking advertisement for her medical services. "I've identified several options for you to consider," Dr. Smithson said. "You can do all of them or none of them. Do whatever you feel is worth doing."

They started by talking about enhancing Anita's breasts. "Right now, Anita, you have C-cup breasts that look like this," Smithson said, holding up a photograph of Anita's boobs. "Most women would be thrilled to have breasts like this. But a lot of us think that the small amount of drooping you see is something that could be improved. Here's what I'd do."

Smithson showed them a second photograph. "Here you see how we could give you a D-cup that sits a bit higher on your chest. The slight breast lift eliminates the drooping. One advantage of this particular procedure is that it helps your breasts withstand the test of time. Gravity will eventually affect your boobs, Anita - this procedure will mean your boobs will look better in 10, 20, 30 years from now."

Anita couldn't help feeling impressed. The picture of the enhanced boobs didn't look fake at all. They looked like natural breasts on a well-endowed woman with perky boobs. "Would they really look that natural?" Anita asked.

"Oh yes. You've probably seen pictures of women who've had cheap implants. Those things look like somebody implanted baseballs under the nipples. Breasts like that look OK under clothes, but they look comical in the nude. Cheap implants work by placing water-filled sacks of surgical grade silicone under the breast tissue and on top of the pectoral muscle. I don't do procedures like that. What I'd do for you, Anita, is place the implants beneath the pectoral muscle. Since you already have a generous amount of breast tissue, the implant itself will be concealed completely."

"I don't see any scars," Anita said.

"With this procedure, the implant is inserted through a very small incision in the armpit. Once in place, it is inflated with water. When I'm done, the scar will be almost invisible. Here, I've got a picture of the kind of scar you'd have," Smithson said, holding up a photograph of a woman's armpit.

"I don't see a scar," Anita said.

"Precisely. Look carefully. See this line right here? That's the scar. Obviously, this is a minimally invasive procedure. The only thing I'll mention is that recovery and healing takes a little longer when breasts are enhanced this way. I'd prescribe three days of pain medication, then recommend you take aspirin for another week."

The assessment continued in that manner. Dr. Smithson showed pictures of Anita's lips, nose, hips, and eyes, then presented photographs showing how Smithson would improve their appearance. Anita objected to the whole discussion, participating only because she had no choice. But she reluctantly admitted that the before and after pictures made a compelling argument.

Her lips looked fuller. Her eyes looked more open, youthful and awake. It had never occurred to her that anyone could find fault with her hips, but Dr. Smithson recommended removing a tiny amount of subcutaneous fat, giving Anita's bottom a more sculpted look. Anita had heard bad things about botched liposuction, but Dr. Smithson assured her that couldn't happen because she'd use a different procedure that was better when small amounts of fat were removed.

Freddie seemed completely unconcerned by the six-figure price. "How long would these procedures take?" he asked.

"If you decide you'd like to do them all, I'd recommend having two surgeries on two separate days. It would be possible to do them all at once, but that would be a very long surgery. Splitting the work in half is a more sensible approach," Smithson said.

Anita was still grumbling when she and Freddie got home. Freddie was getting tired of hearing her whining. "All right, let's try this," he said.

Taking the stack of photographs provided by the surgeon, Freddie said, "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you are going to give me honest answers."

He held up before and after photographs of Anita's boobs. "What looks better? Before or after?"

Anita wanted to say, "Before," but the word "After" came out of her lips.

Next was the nose job. "Before or after?" Freddie asked.

"After."

The same thing happened with photos of the lip plumping, eye modification, and hip sculpting. "After." "After." "After."

"So, do you want these procedures now?" Freddie asked.

"No," Anita said.

Slowly, Freddie realized the problem. "It's because you're still afraid of doctors, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Anita, we talked about this. I banished your fear of needles, and blood, and surgery, and anesthesia. What are you afraid of now?"

"All those things."

That was surprising. Freddie thought he'd eliminated those phobias forever. "Those fears must be very deeply ingrained in your consciousness," Freddie said. "We may have to work a little harder to fix them."

Freddie looked Anita in the eyes. "Look at me," he said.

"Anita, you no longer fear doctors. Repeat that back to me."

"I no longer fear doctors."

"You no longer fear needles. Repeat."

"I no longer fear needles."

"You no longer fear blood."

"I no longer fear blood."

"You no longer fear surgery."

"I no longer fear surgery."

"You no longer fear anesthesia."

"I no longer fear anesthesia."

Anita felt a wave of sensation ripple through her body. Freddie noticed that she trembled. "Did you feel that?" Freddie said.

"Yes."

"We may have to do it a few more times to make sure it works. In the meantime, look at me Anita. You no longer oppose having these procedures. You look forward to these procedures. You are anxious to see how much better you look afterward."

There was a moment of silence. "Answer this question completely honestly, Anita," Freddie asked. "How do you feel about having these procedures?"

"I look forward to them."

Freddie was relieved. He was still learning the limits of the mind control tech he'd invented. "I guess that will do for now. We'll revisit this subject sometime before your surgery."

The actual procedures were easy, but the recovery wasn't. Anita came home covered in bandages. When the anesthesia wore off, she was in pain. Her breasts and nose hurt. They hurt a lot. The pain medication helped, but it made Anita sleepy, and it seemed to her that it was taking too long for the pain to go away. During the follow-up meeting a nurse practitioner removed the bandages, and Anita was shocked to see her breasts and nose covered in big bruises. She cried a little. Dr. Smithson decided to give Anita an extra three days of pain medication. That seemed to be sufficient to manage the pain, but Anita felt depleted, like she'd been hit by a bus. Freddie was surprised. He'd known so many people who'd had these procedures that he expected recovery and healing would be easier. He was sad to see Anita struggling with so much pain and lethargy.

The fact that Anita's sexual appetite had also been enhanced posed another problem. She was asking for sex almost immediately after she got home, and her pleas quickly became emphatic. She wanted Freddie to fuck her, but they couldn't think of a position that didn't cause intolerable pain. He finally agreed to eat her pussy, so Anita laid on her back and let Freddie make her cum over and over and over. That was nice, but she wanted cock, too, and she tried to persuade Freddie to let her give him a blowjob. He refused until after the follow-up appointment, when the doctor said Anita was healing normally, and there was no reason to expect complications.

The bruising was almost gone when Dr. Smithson said it was time for Anita to begin massaging her breasts. As was usual with this type of procedure, Anita's breasts were sitting abnormally high on her chest, and it would take a significant amount of massaging to get them to drop to a more normal position. Freddie became Anita's masseuse. She felt little twinges of pain during these massage sessions, but everything happened as the doctor predicted.

It took weeks for the last of the bruises and swelling to go away. Anita stood in front of her mirror, naked, seeing her amazing new look. The individual changes were subtle, but they added up to a big difference. Anita thought she looked like a movie star. She couldn't remember why she was so resistant to the whole idea of getting cosmetic surgery. Previously, Anita thought celebrities were entirely too quick to get cosmetic surgery. Now she understood why the rich and famous liked it so much.

"It's time to go shopping for some new clothes," Freddie said. "We haven't had a chance to indulge your new fondness for exhibitionism. Let's make that happen."

Freddie had ordered Anita to be aroused by flaunting her body. It added some spice to their private sex lives, but Freddie wanted Anita to wear revealing outfits in public, so they went shopping for sexy new clothes. The first outfit Anita purchased was a real head-turner. It featured boy shorts and a matching crop top. Both were in shiny red fabric, and both revealed more skin than they covered.

The outfit clung to Anita's curves so closely that she didn't wear a bra or panties because underwear would create a visible line. She wore this outfit on a day trip to Santa Monica. She and Freddie strolled up and down Santa Monica Boulevard, visiting the upscale shops and boutiques there and mingling with the wealthy consumers who patronized such places. Anita wore Roman-style sandals with leather straps that wrapped around her legs from her ankles to her knees. The black leather sandals emphasized her curvy legs, and added a bit of fetish vibe to an outfit that was already very sexy.

Everyone they passed looked at her, and several people gawked. They figured anyone who dressed like that was inviting people to stare. Anita was careful to look straight ahead, pretending she wasn't aware of all the looks she attracted. She wore big dark sunglasses that allowed her to check out her audience without being obvious about it.

As a new exhibitionist, Anita was in heaven. She and Freddie went from one shop to another, buying so many sexy new clothes it became difficult to carry it all. They finally summoned their limousine and began the trip back to the airport.

"You look stunning, Anita. Simply stunning. I couldn't believe how many stares you attracted today. Did you notice?"

"You could say that," Anita said. "I'm so hot I need you to let me suck your cock."

Freddie looked around. "Wait until we get on the jet. We'll have an audience if you do it now," he said, gesturing toward the driver.

"I want an audience," Anita said.

Freddie laughed. "Of course you do. I'm not sure I can get hard under these circumstances."

"I'm quite sure I can make you hard in a hurry," Anita said. She scooted across the seat until she was curled up under Freddie's arm, running her hand up and down the front of his trousers. As she predicted, Freddie got a boner quickly. She went to unzip his pants, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"I said, wait until we get to the jet. I don't want you to give me a blowjob in the back of a limo."

"People do it all the time," Anita said.

"Oh boy. You are just relentless, aren't you?"

"What do you expect, Freddie? You're the one who turned me into an exhibitionist. Well, it worked. I. Am. In. Heat. Miss Pussy is screaming. She needs to see Mr. Cock. Now. Right fucking now."

"We'll be at the airport in five minutes," Freddie said.

"You enjoy teasing me, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You'd better be ready to fuck the hell out of me as soon as we get to the jet," she said. "I'm thinking of reporting you to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Hot Smoking Bitches."

Anita squirmed on the seat as she waited for the ride to end. She worried that she was getting her shorts so wet that the spot might not come out in the wash. This had become such a problem that she'd taken to wearing panty liners much of the time, but that wasn't practical when she wasn't wearing panties.

Anita ran up the stairs to the jet and waited impatiently for Freddie, who made sure their shopping bags were stowed properly in the luggage compartment. When the crew raised the stairway and sealed the door, Anita threw herself against Freddie and grabbed his cock, which was still half hard.

"We should wear seat belts during the take off," he said.

"We are not going to do that," she said.

While they were in the limo, Freddie thought Anita was exaggerating her arousal. He thought it was a humorous little flourish that emphasized exactly how sexy she was. Now that they were truly alone, he saw that she was completely serious. "Get out of these clothes," she said, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

Her hands shook as she tried to unbutton his shirt. She was still dressed when they finally removed the last item of Freddie's clothing, but it took just seconds for her to whip off her top and shorts. She reached down to untie the leather straps that held up her sandals. "Stop," Freddie said. "I like the way those straps look on your legs."

Anita smiled. "Maybe you'd like it if I got some leather lingerie," she said.

"I would like that very much," Freddie said.

Anita pushed Freddie down on his back on the cabin floor. He was almost hard now, but Anita wasn't going to take the time to make him fully erect. He was hard enough for her to straddle his body and impale her pussy on his cock.

"Finally! Finally! Oh, God, I've been waiting forever for that!" she said.

Freddie wasn't surprised at all when Anita began slamming her body down on top of his. He'd seen her like this before. She needed a big serving of cock, and she was in no mood for anything slow, gentle, and romantic. What she wanted was a pussy pounding, and that's what she was going to get. It meant Freddie would have to work hard to avoid cumming too quickly, so he started trying to think of things to delay his climax.

That wasn't easy, because the sight of Anita's naked body was so stimulating. She'd always been a beautiful woman, but the time she'd spent with the cosmetic surgeon left her looking like a goddess. At that moment, as she rode his body on the jet, she looked like an especially sexy goddess, consumed by a level of arousal beyond what mere mortals could endure. Her scent filled the cabin, which would smell like an orgy by the time they got home.

The lingering scent guaranteed that the pilot would know Freddie and Anita used this flight as an opportunity to renew their memberships in the Mile High Club. She enjoyed working for Freddie, who owned a particularly nice jet that was fun to fly. He paid her well to be his pilot, and she enjoyed a lot of time off because he sometimes went weeks without flying. But she'd noticed that the cabin always smelled like sex any time he travelled with a woman. There'd been a lot of different women who'd joined the Mile High Club in the cabin of Freddie's jet; Anita had been instructed not to feel jealous or possessive of Freddie's other women, so her only concern was that he made sure to give her adequate servings of sex. She figured having a harem of willing bedmates was one of the benefits Freddie enjoyed being a young billionaire with an unusually large cock.

Anita was vaguely aware of the fact that the jet would soon smell like sex, but she did not care. They'd only been having sex for a little more than a minute when Anita had her first orgasm. She cried out joyfully, thrilled and relieved that she was finally getting what she'd wanted for such an intolerably long time. She'd had sex with Freddie that morning, but it seemingly did nothing to curb her appetite for more.

That first climax was amazing, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Walking up and down crowded Santa Monica Boulevard in a revealing outfit had gotten her more aroused than ever before. They'd spent some time walking to the end of the Santa Monica Pier, which was full of tourists who all seemed to want to stare at Anita's newly enhanced form. She felt their eyes caress her breasts, legs, and shapely little bottom. She walked down the pier like a supermodel on a catwalk, putting herself on display.

It made her feel excited inside and ignited the heat between her legs. Like any woman, she loved shopping for expensive designer clothes, shoes and purses, but her growing lust made that morning's shopping trip difficult. She wondered if Freddie had deliberately made her squirm that afternoon. That was the kind of thing he liked to do. Anita got angry about the teasing sometimes, but it always made her explode in powerful orgasms, so it was hard to stay mad for long.

She leaned forward and put her hands on Freddie's chest. Looking him in the eyes, she said, "Miss Pussy is very happy that Mr. Cock accepted her invitation to visit today," she said. "She hopes he can stay awhile."

"I hope so too, darling," Freddie said. "I'll do my best, but Miss Pussy isn't making that easy."

Anita was moving in circles, grinding against Freddie's body as she rode him like a horse in a rodeo. It wouldn't be long before she came again. Freddie felt the excitement building inside his cock, but he felt sure he'd last long enough to give Anita another orgasm. Ordinarily he'd eat her pussy first and make her cum that way before actually fucking her, but there was nothing ordinary about what Anita was doing right then. Clearly, she wanted cock, and nothing less would do the job.