The Flight Attendant Seduced by the Doctor

To achieve the ultimate flight attendant physique, I visited a specialized body restoration clinic on my boyfriend's recommendation.

Behind the doctor's office door, suggestive pleas and pained moans stirred the imagination.

As I turned to leave, the towering doctor pulled me inside.

He bound me in a humiliating position, picked up his tools, and prepared to restore my tightness.

My name is Isabella Roscente, and I am an exceptional flight attendant.

True to my name, I am breathtakingly beautiful.

Standing at 5'8" with a pair of smooth, fair, and slender legs, an enviable bust, and a face of captivating allure,

I possess the power to leave any man utterly spellbound.

My pursuit of beauty is driven by an intense desire,

I want my beauty not only to please myself but also to bring greater joy to my partner, Ethan Evans.

Thus, I have undergone numerous procedures to enhance my body, including breast augmentation and sensitivity treatments...

But soon, I grew unsatisfied with merely superficial changes.

I yearned for a tighter sensation down there, something to heighten the thrill and send me soaring to the clouds.

"Ethan, are you sure about this clinic? Is it legitimate? We can't be careless with something so intimate. One wrong move could ruin our happiness forever."

I pouted, lightly tapping my boyfriend's chest, my face filled with doubt.

"Relax, will you? It's run by a good friend of mine. Absolutely efficient and above board. I'm your boyfriend; would I ever steer you wrong? Don't you want to feel even better? We'll go soon. Just trust me on this."

My boyfriend looked at me with eager eyes, patting his chest repeatedly as if to solidify his promise.

The mere thought of the procedure—my boyfriend's friend's hands... just imagining it made my whole body flush with heat.

Finally, biting my lip in anticipation, I nodded in agreement.

And so, Ethan and I arrived at the clinic.

But the moment I stepped inside, something felt off.

In broad daylight, the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The examination room door was closed, and from within came sounds that stirred the imagination.

"Doctor, ah! I can't take it anymore, please be gentler!"

"Endure it. We've barely begun. So wet... shut up, you slut."

Listening to the clatter of instruments and the intense, slick, squelching sounds,

I couldn't help but blush.

Even Ethan seemed awkward, rubbing his nose as he tried to reassure me.

"Ahem... They see a lot of patients here every day. Their temper and attitude can be a bit rough sometimes. Just bear with it for a while, honey."

Soon after, the examination room door opened, and his good friend, Alexander Lopez, stepped out.

Seeing the man before me—with his sharp brows, starry eyes, captivating gaze, thin lips, and a tall, lean, muscular build—my heart began to race.

My mind involuntarily wandered: what if it had been me in that examination room, having my backside firmly slapped by his hands,

being insulted and dominated... how thrilling that would be.