Cindy tapped her feet impatiently as she and Keely waited outside the hotel room door.
She'd hurried out of the elevator with Keely's hand clasped tightly in her own as they approached the front desk in the lobby. Keely played around with the service bell chime as Cindy swivelled her head round uncertainly. God, please hurry up, Cindy had thought as they stood there. From the corner of her eye she spotted another strange couple huddled closely together, their middle aged heads perched onto the awkward bodies of two gangly teenage girls. Cindy overheard them comparing waxing techniques as they walked away, shuddering as she heard the male of the pair go into a bit too much detail about his hairy buttcrack.
Her voice had gone slightly hoarse from screaming for help when she heard a disgruntled groan come from an adjoining room behind the desk. She watched as a petite woman stepped out of the creaking door and plopped herself onto the black swivel chair behind the desk, her legs splayed out nonchalantly as she booted up the computer system. Her face seems familiar, Cindy thought, her mind likening her to the pretty blonde desk attendant she'd seen in the same place earlier in the day. However, this petite woman had a grim charcoal-black ombre in place of the other's blonde along with a dark attitude to go with it. Although she still wore the customary hotel staff uniform, more than a few of her shirt buttons had been undone to expose a buxom bra-less chest with a chest tattoo sprawled across it. The woman wore a tight black choker on her slim neck as well as a multitude of skull rings and clunky Velcro Doc Martens.
There was also a sharp contrast in demeanour to this woman than Butch. Whereas the cute Frenchwoman had eagerly flashed that perky little smile beforehand, the raven-haired woman at the desk had her black-lipped mouth drawn tight into a bored line that yielded little comfort to Cindy. "Yes ma'am, you rang?" the lady brusquely remarked with a surly Brooklyn accent as she idly scratched the silver nose ring slipped through her left nostril. Cindy was normally that type of mother so it was a struggle to hold her tongue and not break into a spontaneous rant like a true Karen. Instead she composed herself and calmly said, "Sorry to disturb you from whatever you were doing before, but I was told that earlier today my husband and my stepdaughter checked our luggage into our assigned rooms. I was wondering if you could tell me where those are so we can have a little... discussion about our stay here."
The woman sighed loudly, flicking her dark hair from her piercing blue eyes as she typed in a few commands into the database. "OK, gimme a second," she said as she read a list of information on the screen, "Alright lady, your rooms are E-25 and E-26 respectively, fifth floor up. Hurry up and you can catch those elevators before those fat little tykes start playing with the buttons again." Keely giggled mischievously as she watched two tubby little bastards from inside the glass walled lift begin to jam different buttons all at once, laughing heartily as they did so. Cindy gave the desk attendant a solemn glare. "Thanks for your assistance," she spat, "I'll be sure to tell your manager how helpful you were Miss..." She took a quick glance at the woman's nametag. "...'Cuddles'."
The busty noirette laughed as Cindy's cheeks flashed bright scarlet- yep, being cursed with a stupid name did have its own silver lining. Cindy snatched the silver key from the woman's glossy black nails before stomping off, Keely waving goodbye to the curt desk attendant. "Don't let the doors close on you on your way there!" Cuddles chuckled mischievously as she twiddled the bulky skull on her ring finger. Now back to current time and Cindy was still waiting outside the mahogany door- it seemed like the Master key had been slotted inside the room's scanner and was somehow overriding Cindy's own, much to her annoyance.
"Damon! Kenya! Anyone, open up!" She heard a quiet moan and looked over to Keely who had started hopping from foot-to-foot nervously. Crap, she's gonna explode all over this place in a second, Cindy thought as she banged on the door one last time, cursing herself for letting the little girl coerce her into buying two Deluxe Extra Large SlushyCups from one of the vendors situated near the ball pit. She was content to beat the wood until her knuckles bled when she heard the sound of a shower-head stop abruptly from inside. Following a soft padding of footsteps and distinct click of the latch being pulled open, the door creaked open to reveal the damp seventeen year old form that Cindy recognised as Kenya. Keely, due to her youth and desperate need to relieve herself, didn't even bother to greet the figure and instead pushed her way past their slight frame and scurried towards the bathroom.
"She's a handful, I'll tell you that," Kenya's velvety voice laughed as Cindy stepped through and splayed backwards onto one of the comfy queen beds. "You can say that again," Cindy agreed as she nestled herself into the soft mattress. She closed her eyes in a vain attempt to process what she'd seen earlier, oblivious to her husband in his daughter's body sidling up to her beside the bed. She exhaled an exasperated sigh as she clutched her temples. Soon she felt the tender touch of dainty fingers massaging her shoulders from behind. She laughed quietly as Damon kneaded out the bundled tension that'd accumulated over the stressful day, his slender digits working over all her usual sore spots.
"That feeling better?" Damon whispered softly. He moved slowly but assertively, slotting his rounded chin into the cradle of her shoulder and breathing quietly as he rubbed. A sensual moan escaped Cindy's lips as she felt her collarbone shift satisfyingly. A gentle nod from her spurred on Damon and he meekly pressed his glossy lips onto her neck. Whilst Cindy appreciated the uncommon TLC her 'daughter' had been giving her, she was still slightly on edge and the kiss finally pushed her over. She quickly squirmed away from the massage, giving Damon a once-over much to his confusion.
"Wait, what's wrong honey?" Cindy shook her head apprehensively as Damon continued, "Did I do something wrong?"
No, no, no, no... she thought as she backed away. Damon stepped forward cautiously, raising his milky nails upwards in an innocently inquisitive manner. "No, stay back!" she screeched as her back pressed against one of the white walls, unintentionally causing a scenic painting of a sunset to come careening downwards. She noticed how Kenya's (or whomever was currently piloting her body's) eyes seemed to look increasingly more alarmed and concerned. "You don't seem to be yourself right now, Cind. Let's see if there's a doctor on the resort, get you checked out..."
"No!" Cindy roared as she threw the nearest object directly at her stepdaughter's body (unfortunately it was just a pair of balled up socks but the thought still counts, right?). Damon momentarily stopped as the socks bounced off one of his breasts harmlessly. "Fine, I'll stay back but you still... you still need..." Cindy's mouth gaped as she watched the impostor's eyes roll up into their head before crashing haphazardly onto the carpet below. Suddenly she began to notice a green fog beginning to suffuse across the room, feeling her body go limp as she inhaled its noxious odour. She groaned as her legs collapsed, leaving her in an awkward bundle on the floor. Before she blacked out she thought she saw a ghostly apparition of the dark-haired desk attendant with her bright blue eyes obscured by a bulky gas mask. The figure waved menacingly as her vision turned completely dark.
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"Delivery for one Lawson Swanson!" The Doctor groaned as he watched Cuddles wheel in a three-tiered dumbwaiter with a thick shawl barely obscuring the lopsided bodies hidden underneath. He harrumphed effeminately as he carefully lowered his disposable face mask and curled his rosy lips into an exasperated frown. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something," he sighed as he gestured his creamy nails towards the two figures laid on the gurneys in front of him. On the left was what Cuddles assumed was a fairly affluent male judging by his expensive slacks, shoes and lavish cologne. On the other was a fairly pretty woman that would've looked a great of a deal better had it not been for her extravagantly bloated facial features and other assorted augmentations.
"It's hard enough to work in these conditions as it is," he muttered quietly in German as he deftly sliced off the sinews connecting the woman's augmented breasts to her chest. Cuddles rolled her eyes sarcastically, making a great deal of admiring her painted nails as she bluntly stated, "Sorry Doc, just delivering orders straight from the Boss. Said these ones were of 'highest priority'." Lawson scoffed, flicking his brunette hair out from his eyes as he lifted the flabby breast tissue onto a disinfected cloth on the table beside them. Highest priority my arse, he thought as he slipped off the nitrile gloves and disposed of them in a bin beside his feet. For someone who didn't do the procedures themself, Ms Deverne sure had a lot of nerve to impose her will on him whenever she felt like it.
But she's still the one that pays the bills, he smirked as he studied the bodies of Damon, Cindy and Keely. "What'cha thinking, Doc?" Cuddles called out as the Doctor tenderly caressed their sleeping forms. His bewitching features relaxed into a perverted grin as he said, "My dear girl, I think I'm in the mood today to..."