Plastic Obsessions 006: Leaving HQ... (Patreon)

Agent Williams stood by tensely, the wall of a man seemed ready to spring into action at any moment as the alarm continued, his corded musculature very apparent even through his suit.

"Miss Steele," he repeated, his gravelly voice crunched out the words as a command more than an acknowledgement.

Denise squinted up at him, half scowling at his tone, then grinned sheepishly. He was, after all, looking out for her safety, right?

"Sorry, big guy," she offered in a friendly voice, "Let's get out of here!"

Within a few moments, Denise was escorted out of the reception hall, through the building's entrance plaza, and down into the building's parking area.

Agent Williams turned to her, gesturing towards a finely polished, spotless black sedan, "I've been instructed to take you home," he said as he reached into his coat, producing a presentation card and handing it to her, "Additionally, I will be serving as your PSD for the time being."

Denise raised an eyebrow, "PSD?"

"Personal Security Detail," he replied, "Part of your contract. I will stand watch over you and ensure your safety, 24/7."

She frowned, "Eh? I don't need a bodyguard, I can take care of myself!"

"Considering your recent treatments involving Nereidyl exposure, and your previous combat training, I do not doubt that, Miss Steele," Williams replied, removing his shades to fix his gaze upon her,  "However, these are corporation rules."

Denise's eyes widened slightly as she stared into the agent's eyes. Although naturally a deep  oak brown, turquoise swirls seemed to flicker and ebb through through his irises.

"Huh," she mused, "Guess I'm not the only one here with some secret FabPharma-grade enhancements..." she muttered, leaving out the part about how they obviously seemed to have pulled and studied her ex-military file.

"Combat grade stimulants," he grunted, "Top of the line, and fresh off the corporation's labs."

She shrugged, "Whatever you say, big guy," she smirked teasingly, arching her back so her massive orbs prominently featured between her and his powerful frame, "Just give me some sort of privacy, is that cool? Don't need top of the line, combat grade protection when I'm taking a shower, or chilling at home in my underwear."

Williams nodded curtly, Denise was slightly crestfallen at his lack of a reaction, "I can assure you the utmost discretion on my part, you will not see me unless you call for me."

"Uh huh..." she replied, heading over to the sedan, "Just take me to my place, I need to meet up with someone soon and I really need to take a shower."

"Understood, I will inform Miss Everly of your plans."

Denise froze, then spun around, "Wha-... wait, how did you..." her face reddened, "Fuckers! You're tapping my phone too?!"

"It is part—"

"Of the contract, right?" she snapped, "FINE, fuck it, I don't care, let's go."

—

Back at her home, Denise was already on the phone with Camille.

"...And they even have some sort of super-soldier set up as my security detail!" she exclaimed into the phone, narrowing her eyes and glancing at her apartment door, "He's probably just standing there outside my apartment listening to our conversation right now!"

Cami giggled, "Mmm, price of greatness, no?"

Denise sighed loudly, rolling her eyes, "I guess?" she replied, exasperated. She took a deep breath, then smiled, biting her lip, "Listen... I got your photos... just, wow"

"So, you're coming over, mon cher?" Cami asked huskily, "I can't wait to see how you've changed..."

Denise grinned widely, "Oh, you'll see... I can't wait to see you too. I just need to hop into the shower and change, then I'll head over to your place, OK?"

"Mmm, can't wait," Camille purred, "See you soon,"

click.

Soon as the call was ended, Denise was practically tearing off her clothes as she giddily made her way to the bathroom, "I'm gunna get some Caaami!" she sang to herself amidst giggles as she switched on the shower and hopped in.

Minutes later, she was out of the bath, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, dripping wet.

"God," she murmured, staring at herself, "I look like... such a fuckdoll," she murmured, her hands sliding around her breasts, cupping them up and lifting the heavy orbs, cradling them in her arms as her fingers lightly teased her nipples, "And Cami wants to fill me up further already..." she bit her lip, her eyes glued to the mirror, "hah, this is crazy, I love it!"

[Continued in the next poll!]