“No, sorry, I don’t do public appearances.” Celeste replied as she pulled up her panty hoes as she prepared to leave.
As a exclusive companion to some of the richest people in the city, she had the question quite often, but her answer was always the same.
She was happy to provide her exclusive services in private, but that was as far as it went. She didn’t want, or need, to be some trophy girlfriend on the arm of her client.
Jason, someone she’d seen often over the last six months, had finally gotten up the courage to ask her for a dinner engagement, so she’d had to keep her boundaries.
The look on his face told her everything she needed to know, like a lost puppy, he wouldn’t be a problem. It was when there was anger or fear in their eyes that she needed to fire them as clients.
She stood up and walked over to him, putting her hand on his cheek she smiled, “Don’t take it the wrong way, I like you. You’re nice. But this is business and I’m not a public figure, and don’t want to be.”
He nodded and managed a smile, “Well, if you ever change your mind…” he said, trailing off.
She nodded, then leaned in and kissed him softly, “You’ll be at the top of my list.” she replied afterwards, and honestly.
Celeste was checking her phone as she walked down to the parking lot and her waiting ride, after finishing her final client for the day.
A notification flashed on her phone, from Jason, and a slight smile crossed her lips. She hadn’t seen him since last week when she’d had to turn him down gently. That wasn’t unusual though, he often went weeks between sessions, so she was happy to see him reach out so soon.
“I’m working late tomorrow night, are you available?” he asked in the message.
She stopped walking and quickly tapped out a reply after checking her calendar, “If you can do 10pm?”
The typing dots started pulsing, but she never saw the response as she felt something stab her in the ass and before she could turn around, darkness engulfed her.
Celeste woke up and rolled over on the cold floor that she was laying on, but something was wrong.
She managed to get upright, crouched down on her haunches, and realized she couldn’t see anything even though her eyes were open. She reached up to her face and felt the cool latex covering her hands touch the matching latex cover her face.
Her fingers went to her mouth to find a circular ring there with loose latex extending past her lips, before she let out a muffled scream.
She pawed at the latex covering her face for a moment before a voice filled her ears, “Stop that.”
Then a shock came from the collar she hadn’t even noticed around her neck, and she spasmed for an instant before falling back down on to the floor.
“Do as your told and you won’t feel that again… disobey, and well…” the voice said as she recovered from the shock and she let out a small whimper.
“Now, sit back up, put your hands behind your back, and wait for your next instruction.” the voice said, and not wanting another shock, she did just that.
Celeste had lost track of time long ago, but it didn’t matter, all that matter was getting a cock into one of her holes.
She was currently suspended from several chains, but her ass could just touch the padding below her and she was actively rubbing her ass against it to show she was ready for use.
She’d been hanging there for quite a while, she could hear footsteps around her, so she knew there were cocks near by, so she kept at it.
Eventually it paid off as one of the men came up to her and gave her pussy a hard slap.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Use me!” she cried out.
Another slap, then another, happened before he reached down and unzipped her holes and pushed his cock into her ass.
“Yes fuck my ass like a cheap whore! Make me cum like a dirty anal slut!” she managed to cry out before another man grabbed her head and turned it to the side, then pushed his cock between her lips.
She was in heaven and the orgasms that crashed over her burned through her mind like a wildfire.
Celeste was in the recovery room, the doctor had said her surgery went well, but all she could focus on were the two large mounds wrapped in medical gauss on her chest.
She knew there had been other procedures on her body, but they paled in comparison to what she was staring at now.
A shiver ran through her, her pussy moistened, all she wanted was a cock between them, even though she knew it would be weeks before that happened.
Instead she listened to the doctor, taking in his instructions for care, then listened to the nurse that demonstrated how to massage her tits during the recovery, and asked her to repeat the steps just to make sure she got them perfect.
Her training had been complete and thorough. When they’d dropped her off at the hospital they had told her to pay attention to the doctors and nurses, obey what they said, and thank them when appropriate to do so.
She’d thanked the doctor for his skillful surgery before he’d left her recovery room.
She’d thanked the nurses each time they came in to check on her, and doubly so when they’d shown her the massage techniques.
Now that she was finally alone, she reached over and picked up her phone, calling the only number in it, “Yes.” came the simply greeting.
“The doctor says I should stay here for two days, but I can be checked out on Thursday morning.”
“Good, we’ll pick you up at 11.”
“Thank you Sir.”
Then she hung up, put the phone on the nightstand, and got to massaging her tits once more.
Celeste waited patiently even though every fiber of her being was buzzing with excitement.
The restaurant was empty except for her and the waitstaff, it had been bought out for this exact moment… the moment she would meet her new owner.
She had known for a while that those that abducted and retrained her into being the perfect fuck doll she now was hadn’t done it for themselves. They were hired help… and expensive help at that.
But in the weeks since her final surgery, it had become apparent that they were preparing for her to leave their tender care, and now all she could do was wonder who would come to the restaurant to claim her.
Standing there, she finally heard voices and footsteps, she turned slightly and pushed her tits out even farther if that was possible, before she saw the face of the man that had paid for all of this.
Her heart skipped a beat as she took in a sharp breath as Jason came in to view and she almost orgasmed right then and there.
She remained silent as he walked over, though her inflated lips attempted to curl into a smile, until he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in tightly.
She pushed her tits into his chest as they kissed, their tongues probing each other’s mouths as his hands grabbed her ass and squeezed. Her knees wobbled, her pussy tingled, and she was pretty sure her nipples could cut glass.
He broke off the embrace and smiled at her, “I have to apologize Celeste… my heart just couldn’t take no for an answer.” he said surprisingly warmly.
She titled her head down a little and blushed, “It’s alright… Sir?” she replied, making the question of what she should call him obvious.
“Just Jason while we’re in public… we’ll discuss what to call me in private later.” he said an another shiver ran through her.
Her guided her over to the table and pulled out a chair for her, before taking his own. They made small talk, as if nothing had happened since their last encounter and they were just old friends catching up.
They both ordered, him a steak, her a salad, and after a while their meals arrived.
Celeste had to be careful with eating now, not just because she needed to maintain her weight, but also because once of the many procedures they’d done to her had made her lips a sexual erogenous zone. She wasn’t sure how much of that was a physical change and how much was a mental one, but it didn’t matter. If she wasn’t careful she’d be moaning and orgasming in no time.
It was the same with the valley between her enormous tits, the nipples that adorned them, her outer pussy lips, and of course her anus. Pretty much any stimulation in those areas made her a quivering orgasm machine in no time.
Which only made her desire to get Jason’s cock between one of those locations even more urgent.
Finally, after Jason had finished his steak, he looked over at her with embarrassment on his face, “Celeste, would you… ah… would you suck my dick now?” he asked sheepishly as if the answer was going to anything but yes.
Smiled and nodded, “Of course Jason, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me too…” she said, then pushed her chair back, dropped to her knees and crawled under the table between his legs.
Her fingers made short work of his zipper, and then her lips even shorter work of his member, before her world was filled with pleasure. Not just from the enhanced lips, but for the act of obeying his request.
The only thing that could have made it better was if the restaurant was filled with people so she would be on display for them all to see.
