I'm jonesing man, i need a fix man...
SL.
Right here! Third update is served! I hope you all enjoy it... see on Tuesday for more, right on schedule! At 2300+ words, this is the longest update yet!
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't fucking believe it. What did they do to me... this wasn't me. This wasn't
me. I would never be me again. The face looking back from the mirror was still covered by white gauze, so that I could only see the swelling around my nose, the dark circles around my eyes and my cheeks and lips, but it was enough to show me I had been operated on. My nose ached. Not in a painful way, much like your neck when its stuck too much in a position and then it has to take it time to stop hurting.
Fuck. Fuck.
With trembling hands, I lifted my fingers to instinctively take off the bandages. Another hand wrapped around mine, stopping me.
"What are you doing?"
Oh. Of course. Julie. This girl was supposed to the my new room-mate. She seemed to also have had work done. Maybe if talked with the Director she could explain...
"J-julie?" I asked, my voice still coarse, half from dehydration, half from shock. "Julie... do you have... water. Please."
"Uhm... sure." Julie lifted a cold glass of water up to my lips and slowly - I had to stop myself from gulping down too fast - I drank the precious clear liquid. "Thank... you..." I felt better. My head cleared. I had to talk with Julie and see what could be done about all this.
"Julie. What happened? Why am I here?"
"Uhm... they only told me..." the girl seemed to look for words. Now that I was getting used to look at her, I noticed she really was pretty. Even behind the bandages, her face was young and symmetrical and filled with joy and life. She looked a little too perfect for her appearance to be completely natural, though. Her voice had a soft nasal tone, which I guessed came from her surgery. Fuck. I had been awake for maybe one minute and already my pussy was starting to ache too, thinking I was in a hospital with a nice young girl who just got a nose job... and I apparently had gotten one
too.
Fuck. My heart picked up pace as my pussy clenched at the thought of what I must now look like underneath these bandages. Did I also sport a doll-like nose, prettied up, so that my face would appear more youthful and inviting, more attractive? Did I just... did I just become more
plastic? Fuck. I balled my fists.
"Uhm... are you okay? You seem scared."
I laughed. Poor, innocent Julie, no, I wasn't scared. I was... I had been violated, I had been operated on, and all I could think of was how
wet this was making me. Fuck. Marianne would be ashamed of my behaviour. I had to force myself to be better. For her sake also.
"No, Julie. I'm just... how did this happen?"
Julie put one index finger atop her lip, in a pose that struck me as adorable and silly at the same time.
"Uhmm... M.me Directeur said you were looking at patients with her, and you were just about to enter my - I mean our - room and then you sorta... collapsed?"
"I collapsed." I remembered losing consciousness, and everything turning dark. I had felt dizzy, but I believed it had been mostly due to the effect being in a hospital full of operated barbies would have on my sex drive. But...
"You collapsed and kinda broke your nose."
"What?!"
"Yes. M.me Directeur said you were kinda a mess when they brought you in. You had all the... uhm... tingie... here..."
"The
nasal septum, Julie."
"Yeah the, like, sap-tum, and it was like all broken. So they brought you under. And they fixed you up.
Yay?"
I blinked, then tried to calm down. So... I didn't remember exactly what happened before everything turned to black, but... I did remember losing my footing. I remembered hitting the wall. Maybe that was it? But then, why operate me right then and there? Maybe my cover pushed them? What was I supposed to say in this conundrum? My forged documents would hold a basic scrutiny, but how much time did I just spent here?
"Julie, how much time... how many days since I was brought here?"
"Uhm I'm not sure, they kinda put you to sleep when you were here so..." she counted on her fingers. Thumb, index, middle finger... "...four days? I think?"
Fuck. Did I sleep for
four days straight? By now Chief must be thinking I was dead. I ought to call him and let him know I was alright. Maybe Julie could help me. Just as I was about to ask her a few more questions, I saw Julie pressing the nurse call button at the side of the bed.
"Wha...?"
"I'm just following M.me Directeur's orders, Josephine."
Josephine. Good. So maybe my cover was still up. What did she mean with orders though?
"What kind of orders?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know. I just had to call nurses when you woke up."
A few seconds of silence stretched, as the thunderous booms in my chest got stronger and stronger. Fuck. I had been played with. I was no supposed to be there. This job was supposed to be quick... and it all went to hell because my pussy started running hot at the mere thought of the words 'cosmetic surgery'. Fuck.
Maybe I could just leave? Maybe I could just enter their logs and look for Marianne. Her name must be there somewhere. Maybe there was a...
The door opened. In came a black-clothed nurse. Angelique. She looked at me with nothing of the mirth and goodwill she displayed as we first met. She was all cold efficiency and strained top over her enhanced bosom. They were hidden now but maybe that was the reason they seemed even more prominent now.
Or maybe she got an upgrade?
Fuck. I was supposed to stay focused.
"Hey, Angelique."
"Good morning, M.me," she answered, coldly.
Well at least I now knew it was morning.
"How do you feel," she asked stepping to the side of the bed. From there I could see her perfectly made-up face and the bulge of her fake tits inside her uniform.
"Numb. My nose hurts. What did you do to me?"
"You received a corrective procedure."
"I did not ask for anything."
Angelique seemed to snap. She regarded me with cold fire in her pretty eyes.
"You were bloody and unconscious on the floor, M.me. We did what we had to do, and
quick."
I suppose that could count for something. Another question begged to be asked, though. I was not sure what the answer would be, but mostly I was not sure which answer I wanted it to be.
"Did you... correct anything other than my nose?"
Angelique wrapped my arm in a plastic bag, which softly inflated. She was taking my pressure.
"M.me Directeur personally operated on you. You should ask her yourself."
The Director... she did this? To me?
It was equally shock and arousal. That massively enhanced, beautified woman, to the point it was almost impossible to know how exactly old she was, used that kind of craft on herself? M.me Lapedìte was the most mysterious part of Chateau Rouge. I did not know she used to be a surgeon. Was she still one? On how many nurses did she operate? Maybe Angelique's tits were just as much a show of her craft as my new nose was...
Angelique deflated the plastic bag and presented me with a large white pill.
"Here, take this," she commanded, handing me another glass of water.
"What is this?"
"Painkiller. It also helps with scar tissue."
"Does this have a name?"
"It's our own product."
"Then I..."
"
Madame," Angelique said, her voice now not only clear but with a hint of threat, "I have been instructed to put you on the path to recovery, and if I have to insert that pill the hard way in your body, so help me I will."
Message clear. I grimaced and took the pill, washing it down.
"There. That wasn't so bad, now, wasn't it?"
"I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Good idea. Maybe the first you had ever since you entered this building, M.me."
She unhooked the medical bed and began pushing me out of the room. I only had time to look at Julie waving her hand at men, then the door closed behind her and I was at Angelique's full mercy. And my cover was most likely blown.
Fuck.
We passed corridors and doors. I tried to ask a few questions to Angelique but she seemed uninterested to answer, so I just dropped after a few more tries. Then we took a short elevator trip, went down another corridor and... with my heart beating in my chest, we passed through a clean marble hallway and wooden doors, into the office of M.me Directeur herself.
She was at her desk, talking with a man dressed all in brown. I recognized him immediately, even before he turned his head to look at me, even before he frowned and looked at me with disappointment, veering on disgust.
"Hey." I said. There was no more need to keep up the pretense, was it? "Hey, Chief."
"Amie," he began, using the nickname he had given me ever since I began working under him, "I knew about... your accident."
"Yeah." Why was he here? How did they find out about my cover? Or maybe Chief called them? From behind the desk, the beautiful and impassible face of M.me Directeur looked at me, impossible to read.
"The Director told me they'll take good care of you."
"So it seems... Chief..."
"Don't interrupt me. This has been an embarrassment, for both of us. When you finish here..." he began to walk outside. I followed him with my eyes. I felt tied to the bed. I would have wanted to stop him, to tell him to wait, that it wasn't my fault, that... "... you can turn your weapon in. I'll be waiting, Amie."
He exited the office. Not once did he stopped to look back at me.
A few more steps, and he disappeared.
The world, since then kept precariously in balance, at last feel onto my chest, with crushing pressure. I fucked up. My job. My hunt for my childhood friend. My sexuality and fetish fucking it all up. My nose-job. My pussy still wet at the sight of M.me Directeur and Angelique with their enhanced bodies, looking at me.
Fuck.
My vision blurred. I blinked, but this time I could not hide tears. Wet, warm tears as they passed through my eyes and onto the gauze around my cheeks.
"You can leave us," the Director said. Angelique nodded and, with one last look at me, one that seemed marginally less venomous than the last few ones, she closed the doors behind themselves.
Once again, silence stretched. This time, filled with my low sobbing.
After a few more minutes, even those stopped.
There. I fucked up. I had put everything on the line, my job, my career, my pride... and I had fucked it all up because I couldn't control my body. Because I couldn't control my reactions.
The Director cleared her voice.
"M.me Amelie."
Not Josephine. Not that I would expect anything but.
"Yeah," I croaked. What did she want?
"I regret what has transpired."
"No shit."
"I have a few more news for you."
"Fucking great."
"You trespassed into a private building, forging documents and papers, to take a look at confidential data."
"It's" - it was? - "it's my job, M.me."
"So it seems. Nobody told you to 'ask nicely' for something you want?"
I grinned. It felt wrong, but I couldn't help but let out a snicker.
"Heh. It doesn't work that way in the real world."
"You'd be surprised."
The Director exhaled through her pretty enhanced collagen lips. I enjoyed the sight. At this point, what did I have to lose?
"This is not the gravest matter, though."
Apparently I still had something to lose.
"Great. Then what?"
"The matter of your operation."
"Ah. I have been told you've been the one..."
"Yes, I was the one who operated on your nose."
"It must have cost me a fortune, eh? I hope the national healthcare service..."
"This is a private structure, M.me Amelie, the national healthcare service doesn't insert a
fingernail between these sacred grounds."
"I guess. So? How much?"
"You seem to take this pretty well."
"What can I say? My life is a mess."
"You see M.me Amelie it's not a matter of the operation. I'm a surgeon, second. A businesswoman,
first."
Oh. Oh, fuck. I hoped this didn't go where it seemed.
"And as they say time is money. Even more so my time."
Fuck.
Fuck.
"S-so? H-how much?"
M.me Directeur smirked.
"I hope you don't have plans for your pension fund."
I laughed. Really. All this was so fucking surreal.
All because - even then! - I couldn't keep my pussy from clenching at the mere thought of looking at the Director's glorious inflated tits, full with silicone... and at the many, many years to come. Hey I'd be poor as fuck, but at least I'd be perpetually aroused at the mere sight of my worked-on face! My new nose, courtesy of M.me Lapedìte...
"At this point, M.me Amelie, I'm sincerely curious. What pushed you...?"
"M.me, is this some sick joke?"
"Never. I'm just asking you. As I said, maybe it has all been one giant misunderstanding."
Yeah, right.
Then again, telling her the truth... telling her about Marianne... was it the right thing to do?
Maybe it just might make me feel better.
"Entertain me, M.me Amelie. If you manage to make it worth my time, I might have a proposition for you."
So... the plot thickens! What is the Director's proposition? What does she has in store for our sleuth Amelie? And who is Marianne? Answers (maybe not all of them) to come next Tuesday, from your one and only Nailclip Satan! If you enjoyed this update please leave a reply to let me know! I hope you all have a great weekend and see you soon!