This admittedly got really dark. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!
"Um, hi Dr. Cress," Lacy said from the doorway to the exam room. Dr. Cress took a moment to look up at her, clearly distracted by whatever he was thinking about. "I didn't...see anyone else, so I just, let myself in."
"Ah, Lacy, yes, quite alright," Dr. Cress steeled himself into professionalism and motioned for Lacy to come have a seat. "As I...mentioned on the phone, the glue used in your new crown from last week is...defective. I'm going to replace it at...no cost...and this was the only time I could...get you back in. I can...handle it myself so I...let my staff go for the evening..."
"Oh, ok," Lacy said, a little hesitant, but trusting, as she sat down in the chair. "So what would have happened with the crown if I didnt..." Before she could finish, she felt as sharp prick in her neck. "Mmm! MMPH!" she shouted into Dr. Cress's hand as he injected a sedative.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Dr. Cress said in a pained tone, holding back tears of his own as he kept her pinned down. Soon, she got weak...then limp...then was out altogether. Dr. Cress just stared at her for a moment, trembling, then jumped up to go alert the "collection crew".
A moment later, three men in dark clothing entered. Two entered the room and quickly carried Lacy out to their van. The third stood with Dr. Cress for a moment. "She's a solid get. We'll abandon her car a few blocks up and scatter her belongings. Won't be traced back to you." Dr. Cress, still trembling but trying to hide it, simply nodded. "Three, maybe four more, depending on 'quality', and we'll call our arrangement even. But I do have to say, you're well-positioned to make this a paying gig after. Maybe move to an office in a rougher neighborhood. Hell, you could even paint that as charitable. Makes the cover up easier..." Dr. Cress just nodded again. The man put his hand on Dr. Cress's shoulder and nodded back.
Once they left, Dr. Cress broke down...his gambling debt just cost a poor young woman her body...
(One Month Later)
"Fuck! This is so god damn hot..." 'Lacy' muttered as she kissed her boyfriend, Steve. She was working her clit while he was feeling up her breasts.
"This is a good body, I'm liking this," Steve broke away to say quickly.
"It's fine, I guess," 'Lacy' replied, pausing for a moment. "A good starter body, but I want to go a little younger...bigger tits...younger, you know?"
"Whatever you want babe!" Steve assured her with a smile. "I'll make the call to my guy..."
"Well hang on, this pussy is fucking amazing, so I definitely want to keep it," 'Lacy' added. "Way, way, way better than that old cock ever was..."
"Gotcha, well, we'll 'part' out your new additions then. My guy has been working with this dentist across town, gets us primo new inventory. I'll tell him to have his dentist be on the looking for young blondes...and maybe, double d?"
"Triple. I don't want to keep doing this, it's risky. Let's just go all the way right now," 'Lacy' corrected.
"Triple for my babe," Steve replied with a smirk. 'Lacy' pulled him in close to resume making out...and then quickly transitioned to fucking...
Meanwhile, the real Lacy was in a "spare parts" body, wishing the nightmare would end...
