The Consultation

Shadows cling to the rundown porch as the door creaks open, revealing Patricia—a scrawny 18-year-old with thick glasses and a body she loathes, squeezed into a dowdy skirt and blouse. Her voice barely a whisper, she pitches her door-to-door knives, scraping for cash to escape the high school hell of taunts calling her flat-chested and hideous. While other girls primp for college, Patricia's clawing to fund a fix for her 'flaws.' The homeowner brushes her off, slamming the door in her face. Cut to the next stoop: same timid spiel, same rejection. At the third house, as her case flops open and she forces a strained smile, the man inside—Dr. Swell, eyes gleaming with dark intent—asks about free sharpening. Defeated, she nods and slinks in. Cut to nightfall: Patricia hurls the case into her car's trunk, fury boiling after another bust. Engine key in hand, her phone buzzes. It's the office of the elite plastic surgeon she's stalked for months. Her savings might just buy one cut to salvage her before the new school grind. Breath hitching, she assures the icy receptionist she's 18, a consenting woman ready to trade her innocence for beauty's brutal promise. Inside Dr. Swell's lair, Tommy Pistol as the doc circles her like prey, his hands probing her untouched curves with clinical hunger. Adria Rae's Patricia trembles, skirt hiked as he whispers filthy incentives—free surgery for her tight virgin slit spread wide, enduring his throbbing cock's invasive 'exam' in a haze of coerced ecstasy, her whimpers echoing the forbidden thrill of transformation through raw, pounding submission.