[DENISE] Plastic Obsessions #005: Denise's Day Off! (Part 6) (Patreon)

"Well..." Denise smirked, looking wryly at Cami, "I'll bite. How can I not pick your super secret option?"

"Ah," Cami replied, smiling slightly, "Mystery it is, then."

She disappeared back into the dressing room, leaving Denise standing there, somewhat confused, "Huh," she said, "So... what now?"

"Get changed, let's finish your shopping!" Cami called out.

"I mean, what are we doing tonight?" Denise retorted.

Silence.

Denise sighed, heading into her own dressing room, changing back into her street clothes, "Guess it's sport bras and this tiny dress for now..." she murmured to herself, picking up the items.

As she stepped out, Camille was already paying for some things she had picked out, getting rung up by Zoe. She headed over, "So I guess this is all I'm getting for now," she said, smiling at Zoe.

Zoe, finishing with Camille's purchase, looked at Denise, "Well, probably the best idea, right? Might be better for you to pick out more stuff 'after' you've... uhm... gone bigger!"

Denise nodded, grinning at Zoe, "Thanks for not trying to talk me out of it."

Zoe shrugged, "Well, you sound pretty serious about it, so..." she furrowed her brow in slight concern, "Just be safe, okay? If you need help while you recover, just call."

Denise smiled warmly, "Thanks, I will. I..." she said, suddenly noticing Cami heading out of the store, "Er, listen I'll call you later, okay?" she started after Camille.

Zoe shook her head, "Uh huh," she mumbled, crossing her arms as she watched Denise run after the buxom babe.

"Cami, wait!" Denise called out.

Cami stopped, then turned to Denise, smiling impishly, "Come on, mon cher! It's really time for you to go home for a bit and get ready."

Denise looked at her quizzically, "Ready for what? There's still a few hours before sundown... what are we doing, anyway?"

Cami giggled, "Oh, you'll see!" she cooed, beginning to walk away, "I'd offer to take you home, but I need to make some preparations myself!" she called back, "See you in a few hours!"

Denise breathed out in exasperation, "Cami, what the fuck..." she murmured before letting out a soft laugh, "I guess I'd better get home..."

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Back at home, Denise was just about to finish getting herself ready for a night out. She checked herself out in the mirror,

"Mmm, that's right," She cooed at herself, striking a pose in her tiny black dress, "I'm a sexy bitch!"

Denise looked ravishing. Her slim, athletic body was in full display, the dress clinging to her like a second skin as she stood atop slim stiletto heels. She had even dolled herself up, adding just enough makeup to draw attention to her big, dark eyes, with just a big of clear lip gloss to accentuate her lips. She even let her hair down from her usual ponytail, her straight, raven black tresses spilling liquid-like down her back.

She laughed, smiling, before sticking her chest out, "Just a little longer 'til I have some big round tits to show off, along with the rest of me!"

Her reverie was suddenly broken by a knock at the door.

Expecting Camille, Denise rushed to the door and quickly opened it,

"Well hello there, Miss Camil-" Denise stopped, somewhat startled, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was expecting somebody else."

A clean-cut man in a black suit stood before her door, standing impassively with a neutral expression, "Miss Steele, good evening," He nodded at her with a slight bow, "I am to take you to Miss Everly, for your rendezvous."

"What?" Denise asked in surprise, "What exactly is Camille planning? Where are we going?"

The man clasped his hands in front of him solemnly, "I am not at liberty to say, Miss Steele," he said, "Miss Everly was very strict on her instructions," he extended a gloved hand, bowing slightly once more, "If you'll come with me, please, I shall escort you to the limousine awaiting you downstairs..."

Denise's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, she noticed a single pin hanging from his lapel. Those criss-crossing DNA strands would be hard to forget, "You... work for FabPharma?" she asked, taken somewhat off guard, "What is this about, anyway?"

"Again, Miss Steele, I am not at liberty to say," the man replied, his gloved hand still extended for her to take it, "However, I can guarantee your safety, this is merely a social call," he said, "Now, if you'll come with me, please..."