Description

Sally Flanagan was at that age. Still young and attractive, but starting to see wrinkles and the odd sag. It was hardly surprising she couldn't find a decent man! Determined to just keep soldiering on, she focused on work and kept herself as presentable as possible. Then an unexpected conversation with an old friend led her down a path she would never have contemplated… Dr Whittleton was pioneering a new form of transformation surgery. There was no cutting or filling involved and it took much less time. The problem was the exorbitant cost! Then he made her an offer she just couldn't refuse!

A highly charged erotica short from Master Marcus Darkley.

Extract:

"So, how am I supposed to find that sort of money?" I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. Unsuccessfully!

He sat back and had the lizard look on his face again. "Well," he said slowly. "I certainly wouldn't offer this to all my clients but you are a very attractive woman so we could possibly work something out…!"

It took a moment to sink in and then I realised he was talking about sex. I said nothing for a moment or two, I was in shock. When I answered, it was pure sarcasm. "I can't be that attractive if I need a couple of hundred grand spending on my bodywork!"

He chuckled. "That's just an investment for the future, my dear. If you walked out right now, you would still be one of the best-looking women around." He paused, thinking. "Stand up," he said finally. "Slip the robe off and let me have a good look at you. I mean, there's nothing I haven't just seen."