[DENISE] Plastic Obsessions #005: Denise's Day Off! (Part 8) (Patreon)

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Exiting the ballroom, Denise followed Camille through a sleek hallway within the ship's bowels.

As they walked, Denise felt she needed to break the silence, "So, uh, you know Mr. Montgomery, huh?"

Camille smiled, "You could say that," she replied cryptically, finally stopping in front of one the final door the hallway led to, "Here we are!" She said, turning to face Denise.

"Now, sweety, be on your best behavior," she said, looking directly into Denise's eyes, "You have to trust me, oki? Whatever Nicholas asks of you, you very much consider accepting his request."

Denise's face pinched as she curled her nose, "Well I'm sure not gonna fuck him, if that's what you're hinting at."

"Anything he asks," Camille repeated in a dead-serious tone, then whipped around to open the door. Denise looked at her back, dazed. This was the first time she had seen Camille adopt such a serious demeanor.

Before she could think of much else, Camille opened the door, her serious attitude falling from her like a discarded mask, "Monsieur Montgomery!" She called out in a sweet tone, "We are here, at your request..."

The door opened into one of the yacht's lounge areas. Nicholas Montgomery stood on the other end of the room, his back to them as he looked out the lounge's spacious windows into the dark waves rolling by the ship, their crests glinting in the moonlight.

Beside him, the FabPharma CEO was flanked by his assistant, Denise instantly recognized her as Dani, recalling their brief time together when she had first been evaluated within FabPharma HQ for the medical trial she had been denied. On Montgomery's left side, Denise also recognized the sultry, turquoise-haired woman perched against him.

Alice turned slowly as she heard Camille, "Ah, look, Monty," she purred, "Your guests are here."

"So they are," Nicholas replied, turning to face the arrivals, "Welcome, ladies. I'm very glad I could secure your company this evening!"

He walked over towards the pair, meeting them halfway into the lounge, first greeting Cami, "Camille, as breathtaking as ever," he murmured, lightly kissing her on each cheek, "Merci, Monsieur Montgomery," she purred.

Nicholas took a step back, then turned to face Denise fully, "Miss Steele! It is wonderful to make your acquaintance officially," he said in a charming tone, taking her hand in his briefly, then motioning towards the seating arrangement nearby, "Please, have a seat."

Denise didn't reply, trying to get a measure of the powerful CEO who had summoned them here. However, she complied, stiffly sitting down on a couch next to Camille, her back completely straight, her eyes glued to Mr. Montgomery.

"Now," Nicholas started, "Allow me to apologize for going about this in such a covert manner," he chuckled as he sat opposite to the pair, "These get-togethers are a logistic nightmare!"

"I bet," Denise finally spoke out, "Looks like I walked into an Illuminati yacht party," she said dryly.

Nicholas looked at her for a moment, then laughed heartily, "Oh my! It sure does look like that to a newcomer, doesn't it?" he grinned, "Nothing that sinister, I assure you. People in our positions just like keeping tabs on each other, maybe share a corporate secret or two along the way..."

"Uh huh," Denise replied, unconvinced, "So nothing sinister about handing out some sort of immortality serum to the world's most powerful group of people."

Nicholas' eyebrows raised slightly. Alice laughed, "Well, she's definitely a sharp one, Monty," she cooed, sauntering over to Nicholas' side once more, sitting on the arm of the chair he occupied.

Mr. Montgomery eyed Alice for a moment silently, before turning back towards Denise, "Indeed she is, Alice, precisely why I invited her to join us tonight!"

Denise rolled her eyes, unaccustomed to these kinds of back and forths, "Listen, Mr. Montgomery... this has been a pretty crazy night so far. Can we get to the part where you tell me why the hell I'm in a multi-million dollar boat with the world's 0.001%?" she smiled apologetically, "I mean... I don't know what Cami's told you about me, but I'm no one important. I'm just some fitness instructor that got rejected for a medical trial in your company, that's all."

Nicholas clapped his hands together, "Indeed you are! But, as far as being important..." he stood up, "...you could be!" he looked at her up and down, as if evaluating a racehorse before buying it, "I mean, not yet of course."

Denise was taken aback, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"That's Monty for you," Alice cooed, smirking, "Always such the charmer,"

Nicholas waved away Alice's quip, "You have certain aesthetic goals, am I right? Camille here has talked to me about your passion for... improving yourself."

Denise blushed slightly, shooting an embarrassed glare at Camille. Whether Cami noticed or not, she didn't show it as she continued to look up at Nicholas, a soft smile on her calm face.

"...yeah... so what?" Denise grumbled, "Doesn't look like you have a problem with it,"

Nicholas laughed, "Oh, on the contrary! If anything, call me a fan," he grinned, "I looked up your training videos, they're pretty good," he stretched out, patting his abdomen, "I've actually been trying out some of those 10 minute ab-blaster routines myself in the office on my free time between meetings!"

Denise looked at him as if he'd grown another head, "Oookay..." she replied, "So... you want me to train you or something?"

Nicholas shook his head, "No, no, that's alright," he said, sitting down once more, "However, you used to be rather popular in the fitness and health trends online a few months ago, then you seem to just have fallen off the radar," he said, leaning forward, "I want to place you back on the top," he half-whispered conspiratorially.

Denise's eyebrows shot up, "Uh, well... thanks, Mr. Montgomery..." she raised her hands palms up apologetically, "but I don't really see that happening. My message was always that you could be the best version of yourself through healthy habits and exercise," she bit her lip for a moment, "I'm not entirely sure my followers are gonna buy into it anymore after they see me after my... upgrades."

Nicholas tsked, "Oh, nonsense!" he smirked, "The general public will welcome you with open arms, we'll just need to adjust your messaging to... fit you!"

Denise looked at him quizzically, "And what's that messaging gonna be?"

He smirked, "Call it a... reinvention. A journey of self-discovery, if you want... truly indulging your visions, making them a reality..." he raised his hand, index finger extended, "...with the revolutionary help of Nereidyl and other self-enhancement products, provided by the folks at FabPharma."

Denise's eyes narrowed, "So... you'll make me famous... and I become a walking billboard."

Nicholas' smirk widened, "Well, not 'just' a billboard, my dear..." he said, reaching into his coat pocket and quickly producing a clear vial, much like the one he displayed during his speech, "You'll be one of the select few to taste the future in its entirety," he leaned forward, presenting the vial to Denise, "A modified version of Nereidyl Ultragen, crafted just for you. All the benefits of Ultragen, with the added capacity of allowing surgical interventions, for all your modifications. You can become a full-blown bimbo one day, push your limits to any extremes you desire, with the possibility of reversing everything at a moment's notice," he raised one eyebrow, "You'll need to look a bit more contemporary when we film you or book you for public appearances, after all."

Her mouth dropped open for a moment, considering the possibilities. Never become old, never get sick or hurt again... and on top of all that, look as extreme as she wanted, for any length of time she wanted... she could be as big as Dyna or... fuck it, get implants twice as big as hers, just to show her up, and be her regular self a few days later if she felt like it... oh, how she could tease any guy she wanted, any girl she wanted...

So many possibilities... and all she needed to do was take up her mantle as an online influencer once again, but at what cost? She had been sponsored by teas and sport drinks, maybe a few clothing brands before to just do a few photos with their products, but never something as big as this... this would turn her into one of those vapid quasi celebs with a million followers who photogram every second of their day, chirping about the most basic shit, never really having a truly private life again...

On the other hand, she was already a night away from accomplishing her dreams of bigger tits on her own. She could still go through with it as planned, be herself without having to get thrown in the spotlight. Plus, the regular Nereidyl Rejuvenation was already available... sure it wasn't something as powerful as this, but she could do her own thing still, without getting chained to this corporation, and its power-hungry CEO...

Denise stared into the vial in front of her, focusing on the luminescent liquid within...