This choice: my new airhead trophy wife • Go Back...Chapter #4my new airhead trophy wife by: Mr. George   "Your wife..." you murmur aloud before you can stop yourself.
His trophy wife, is known for her beauty, and nothing else. She has that refined look, that you'd expect from a woman who has her wardrobe picked out for her. Her academic record was spread over certain parts of the internet. A malicious individual posting her low grades, and IQ estimate, contrasting it against her physical perfection.
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"Yes, Cassandra. My wife." he purred back, snapping you from your thoughts. You hoped he hadn't heard. But at least he didn't hear the tone of your words.
"It's not negotiable. I just need to be sure, it's not a stooge, and your ... work is fraudulent."
He gestured vaguely to the pods. You bristle at the suggestion that you're a charlatan.
"I've told her it's a beauty enhancement treatment."
As you look over, he adds, "I did give her a little heads up. I told her it was personalised, and you'd read her mind, to find her imperfections."
He hands over a bearer bond, for $100,000. "I trust this shall be sufficient." His cold predatory smile, confident, his research just as diligent as your own. He knows precisely how much you need the money.
Reaching out, you slide it closer to examine it. You've never seen one before, so you look it over intently without the least clue whether it's real of fake.
"Since you've accepted. We can proceed."
You hadn't given your answer, but equally you don't want sound indecisive, or as if you don't have faith in the nanites.
So you nod, and swallow your words.
"Wh.. When would..."
The office door opens, at some signal you didn't detect, and the bodyguard, is silhouetted in the door frame. He carries himself with a military bearing, is over six feet tall, and moves with a confidence, and alertness, that you can't help but envy and admire.
Stepping out from behind him Mrs. Jensen sashays into view. You find your head shaking 'no', as you take in her body. The picture you knew, was out of date. Her body already gorgeous, has been turned into a sexual fetish doll. With her bust, even fuller, even firmer, and counter balanced by an arse that would make a mare feel inadequate.
She has to sashay and swish as she walks, her hips are so wide.
Her hips... Soon to be your hips.
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With the tuned sense of a trophy bride, she follows her husband's gestures, and steps demurely into one of the pods. The door hisses as it closes, and she gives you a cutesy wave to signal her readiness.
You find your throat incredibly dry, your lips parched. The whole situation going far, far too fast. You find your eyes drawn to Cassie's luscious lips, perfectly coated in a glossy layer of crimson lipstick.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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