Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

Chris

Carol had told me about the two soldiers looking for work, and I texted John Lumb with my thanks. Despite our rocky start, we had developed a grudging like for each other, or at least shared interest in Charlie and Grace.

My girls had been fast asleep by the time I had gotten home. I slipped into bed and slept curled up to my wife.

The next day, I went to the Club around noon to meet the two soldiers with John, my security head. I saw Rose arrive and was pleased to learn that she was assigned here now. We chatted in my office, until we heard a knock on the door...
 
Tina Pritchard

As an engineer graduate I served 8 years in the British Army regulars before leaving and joining the reserves. This meant I returned to civilian life but the army paid me an annual retainer of £5,000 a year. In return I attended 12 weekend track Ning sessions every year and a fortnight every summer. Of course in an international emergency I would be one of the first to be called up.

As well as working as a freelance engineering consultant I joined Eagle Security, a private company providing security and protection to companies and individuals. I received a phone call telling me that both I and Michelle had been assigned to give protection to Christian Devon, his wife Charlotte and baby daughter Grace as well as the sex club he part owned and managed.

We arrived at our meeting to see Rose Tyler or 'Sergeant Rose Tyler' in attendance. I served with her in Afghanistan and Iraq before she left to join the police. In the army Rose had a reputation as a 'dominant lesbian'. I hasten to add she'd never made a pass at me, I would have her fingers, but I respected her as an amazing soldier.

After the introductions there was a knock on the door. I nodded to Christian (who told me to call him Chris) and with his permission I opened the door. Standing there was a young girl about 18 years old looking rather worried. "There's a man downstairs claiming he's from Public Health. He says he's got to examine every room, telephone and bar to see if we're complying with the Public Health Act."

Before Chris could answer I said "I'll go down with you when you're ready". I turned to the girl "Does he have an appointment?" She shook her head. "Then I suggest you tell him to go away and make an appointment. Any problems let me know and I'll deal with him."
 
Chris

A part of me could not but help shake my head inwardly. It was as though Charlie's Angels had been assigned watch over the Club. Rose, Tina and Michelle... I wondered, between the three of them, how much weaponry they were discreetly packing.

After some discussion, we developed a plan. John and the existing security staff would continue as usual, the very visible team that dealt with everything from under age guys trying to gain admission to those who drank too much or got out of hand. The new team would blend in with the staff and counter more serious threats. John was a little put off a first, but Rose just had to ask him about his daughter. He dialed up pics on his phone and soon was happily showing her off to his new friends.

I had to chuckle at the way Tina had handled the inspector, assuming that is what he was. I suggested Rose show Tina and Michelle around, while things were still quiet and introduce them to the staff. As they were preparing to depart, I had to comment, "I.. uh.. am not going all Trump on you, but, you are dressed a bit conservatively to blend in here. Rose can advise you as to the uniform of the day."
 
Rose Tyler

I was looking forward to working with Michelle and Tina again. Back in our army days we had a couple of training days with the SRR where we had to dress seductively, put on a virginal yet seductive look and yet be armed to the teeth. Chris's instruction that I advise of the uniform of the day reminded me of that.

I took them to the costume room where we found an Aladdin's Cave of dresses, tops, skirts and gowns and we picked out what we thought would be appropriate. Our weapons were concealed yet handy enough to be used if called upon.

I went back to the office and knocked on the door. He called me in and I brought the girls in with me. "I think you'll find we're suitably dressed now." I suppressed a smile as I saw his eyes narrow on the three of us. He was obviously impressed but we could tell he was admiring us from a distance. Chris Devon was a married man and a father and those two girls, Charlie and Grace were the centre of his life.

Getting serious I said "Would you like one of us to go home with you to check security for your wife and baby?"
 
Chris

"Married, not dead," was a phrase I had heard from a happily married friend some years back, describing how, even if he wasn't going to order, it was always fun looking at the menu. Only a year ago, I would have happily pursued each of them.

But that was then, and this was now. I did appreciate my Angels, particularly when it came to protecting Charlie and Grace. "I had never thought I would need a security system at home," I confessed, "but I guess things have changed. I could go in a half hour. Which of you do you feel would be best to do the assessment?"
 
Julian

I had been reviewing the appointment calendar, when Rose brought two exceptionally attractive women to the salon for introductions. I smiled warmly at her, the memory of our bondage ménage still fresh in my mind.

I shook Tina and Michelle's hands, noting the firm grip of each. We appraised each other. I assume they decided I was no threat. I could see where they held their tension in those army trained, lovely bodies.

Sam emerged from one of the alcoves, and formally introduced herself to Michelle. She had met Tina earlier. When she left, Rose commented, "She looks so young."

"Of legal age!" I laughed, "but yes she does. She has become quite popular with the clients, in part because of that, I am sure. They will be disappointed when she leaves for massage therapy school."

Rose asked how I felt about it, "I am going to miss her fiercely, but understand. It will be good for her, on many levels. And if what we have was meant to endure, it will."
 
Tina Pritchard

Chris asked Rose who she wanted to send to his home and she immediately chose me. My first job was to sweep his car before placing sensors in the control unit. These would be programmed to recognise both Chris and Charlie's right thumb print. Should anyone attempt to enter the car without one of them thumbing to sensor pad a discreet signal would be sent to HQ and the car would be intercepted and dealt with.

After showing how it worked we drove in our own cars to his home. There I met Charlie, a sweet girl who idolised her husband and the beautiful Grace. That little baby tugged on my ovaries, one day, maybe one day.

I went through the house and placed sensors on the front and rear doors, ground floor Windows and the garage. I showed Chris how to programme them so he could ensure safe guests like his mother in law could gain access. I gave them both an alarm coded handset they could press which would summon immediate help.

After installing CCTV I showed Chris and Charlie how to switch it on and off. Especially in the bedroom for obvious reasons. Chris asked me how much this was costing and I told him it had already been paid for by his father in law.

We said our goodbyes and I drove back to the club.
 
Chris

I was quite impressed with Tina's work. "You're good," I commented before she left, "I suggest you have a look at our 'control center' at the Club. We have a variety of video feeds there for our website, but it would likely be useful for security as well."

Charlie and I decided it was time for tea, and happily used the new system to peak in at Grace sleeping. We flipped through the other feeds, until we saw ourselves from behind. We laughed and turned around, waving. I leaned over and kiased you, "we can do better than that...."
 
Bob

Life on the 'bridge,' as Cindy and I liked to call it, was pretty quiet now. We had long solved the bugs. Pretty much all hot activity in the Club was recorded and displayed on various monitors throughout. The website had been quite successful among those who liked live amateur action. Of course, we edited a bit, putting our best foot forward, so to speak.

Cindy and I were doing well. Each of us had other 'regular' jobs. This was just too much salacious fun to call work, although Chris did pay us well for our time.

Mostly, we were invisible, just doing out thing voyeuristically. So it was a bit of a surprise when a very buff woman walked through our door and said Chris has asked her to have a look at our system. She introduced herself, and asked a couple questions. Soon, Tina, Cindy, and I were chatting like geeks, us showing off what we had done.

Cindy caught my eye and winked, as conversation slowed a bit. It was evening and things were ramping up at the Club. Every monitor was displaying some sort of fun, and Tina, like everyone else whoever wandered in her, was a bit wide eyed...
 
Tina Pritchard

I left Chris and Carol alone with their beautiful baby and radioed to HQ confirming the success of my mission. Back at the club I reported to Rose who was back behind the bar and made my way to the security centre and met Bob and Cindy.

Some of their equipment was very dated and needed upgrading but for now I would have to work with what they had. It was obvious the fun was starting and soon the monitors were full of scenes that would make some of my ex army colleagues blush.

Cindy and Bob were exchanging glances as they watched my reaction but I was a professional and I soon started looking for any security risks. What restrictions were made on membership? Could anyone join? Were guests allowed? Were there spot checks by security? If the club came under attack were there procedures for evacuation?

I asked for a tour and as soon as I was on the dance floor I was approached by a guy who wanted sex without strings. Chris Devon was obviously doing a good job because as soon as I politely said I wasn't he smiled, nodded and turned away.

During my tour I noticed fire risks, hiding places and other risks. I made a list and took it to Chris's office and left it on his desk. I reported back to Rose who told me to have a drink and enjoy the rest of the evening.
 
Edward

I was feeling pretty fine! Rose was back, although not behind the bar with me as much, she was still close. I had heard that former Army buddies of hers were bolstering our security. I pitied the drunken fool who pressed one of them too far.

I was using a momentary lull to do some dishes when one of them came to bar, asking for a drink. We introduced ourselves as I watched her survey the bottles behind me. I followed her eyes, and seeing where they were focusing, asked if she liked scotch. She nodded, and I directed her to the restaurant section of the Club. There was a tasting going on this evening. "Always good to try new things," I grinned.
 
Michelle Warre

From the moment I started school I knew there was something different, I loved playing with the boys and despite their constant teasing I joined in at football, rugby, cricket and other team sports. I remember one of my teachers said that if I was a boy I would walk into the school team.

This didn't change even when I developed breasts and started my periods and my parents even believed I was a lesbian. I remember the first 'pass' ever made on me was from an older woman. I told her I respected her, liked her and had nothing against lesbians. It just wasn't my scene. Mind you I wasn't over keen on men either but I did feel the odd hot flutter when seeing a handsome hunk.

I was always interested in medicine but didn't have the brains to be a doctor. Instead I went into nursing, specialising in emergency nursing. While at training school I learned about the army nurses and found it attractive so on graduation I signed up.

In my time I served in Iraq, Afghanistan and other areas where I met Tina and Rose. On my discharge I joined a private security firm which worked alongside the police and security forces. Of course I remain in the reserves and could be called back in the event of a crisis.

Of course I'd heard of Chris and Charlotte Devon and the club so the chance to work with Rose and Michelle again was jumped at. Dresses and skirts have never been my favourite clothing but I had to wear a low cut white blouse, a micro black skirt and stockings to fit in with the club members.

I could sense lustful eyes on me in the board room and as I joined in the security sweep. Down in the massage area there was what seemed like a disturbance. I rushed down there to find a 40 something year old client had gone into heart failure while being offered 'extras'. I immediately dived forward to give CPR while I told John (head of security) to dial 999. Soon I was joined by a club member, a nurse called Pat Roberts and together we brought our patient back to life before the ambulance took him to hospital.

This was going to be an interesting assignment.
 
Pat Roberts

There I was enjoying a nice off duty moment with Claude when I heard a commotion coming from the massage room. Next someone shouted 'IS THERE A DOCTOR HERE?' And I knew as a nurse I had to help.

I saw a near naked middle aged club member on his back with a girl I'd never seen before giving CPR. Immediately I joined her and together we got this guy breathing and restored a fragile pulse.

By now Rose Tyler was in the room taking charge while John was dialling 999. Of course the paramedics recognised me but they were too professional to say anything. The difficulty came when I was asked to accompany the patient to A&E. On arrival I saw some of my colleagues raise their eyes as they saw my mini dress.

I reported to the duty sister and quickly left the hospital. Suddenly I saw you, my French lover waiting for me. You had followed the ambulance and came to collect me.

"I really don't want to go back to the club tonight" I said "Would you mind driving me home please?"
 
Julian

I was used to hearing moans and cries coming from the alcoves of the massage suite, but one of my staff shouting for a doctor? WTF?

I excused myself from the person I was working on and entered the lobby to see Michelle running to an open alcove, where Tiffany was in tears. What followed happened so quickly. Nurse Roberts appeared on cue. She and the other woman managed to revive our client as John escorted the paramedics through the fire escape door at the rear of the salon. Ten minutes later, the guy was on the way to the hospital.

I closed the door behind them, I thanked Michelle for coming our rescue, "Seems you haven't arrived too soon. How can we thank you?"

You said you might accept a massage some time, and I gave you my card, "any time."

I then sent Tiffany home for the night, and herded everyone back to their alcoves, and adjusted the schedule, and in general tried to restore order. Claude had asked where the ambulance was headed and I gave him directions to the hospital.

I finally returned to my alcove to see my client napping on my table. I guess I had been away a while. I shook my hands and put some oil on my palms. She woke with a purr as I began to stroke her calf, "Now where were we?"
 
Claude

Such a transformation! One moment, my lover was relaxed and sensual, as we had teased each other over drinks. The next, you are hard and professional, willing life back into man. So very powerful! I could only watch from a distance as you left with the ambulance.

I pondered briefly as to whether you would return, then recalled that you had no car. I might not be able to resuscitate anyone, but I could at least take care of an angel. I asked Julian where the ambulance was headed and drove there promptly. After locating the emergency entrance, I happened upon you.

I smiled broadly at you, still delicious in your dress, "May I be of service?"

I could see some of your colleagues looking at us, and did not hide my affection, taking your hand and pulling you close as we walked into the parking lot. After I had placed you in my car and seated myself, I turned to you, "That was.. magnificent. I feel quite humble beside you."

You tried to defer, and asked to be taken home. "Of course," I replied, "whatever you wish..."
 
Charlie

Our little princess was sleeping soundly with the security system making us feel we could relax. Her breathing was regular and her eyes showed she was dreaming. What babies dream will always be a mystery but there she was, fast asleep and can't Brent.

I cuddled up to you and kissed you before we left her room. Holding each other's gaze we made our way to the bedroom. Breaking from you I went to the bathroom and washed, cleaned my teeth and then put on my white night dress, the one that stopped just above my knee and show d my cleavage.

Back in the bedroom I made my way to the bed and pulling the sheets back I got in. Meanwhile you went to the bathroom and on your return you were wearing just your boxer shorts. Climbing into bed you turned to face me as my lips closed in on your's "I love you Mr Devon" I whispered as we engaged in a kiss.
 
Chris

"And I you, Mrs. Devon," I replied, after a warm kiss. We lay side by side for a time, enjoying the simple pleasures of kissing and touching. I asked you to lie on your belly. You smiled and rolled over. I rose to my knees and straddled your legs, bringing my hands to your back. I was no Julian, but I did know how to give a decent back rub. You purred happily for a time, then directed me to the small of your back. I moved down and started working those tight muscles.

"Lower," you said huskily, and I happily slid my hands onto your derriere. Your night shirt had been rising throughout the massage, so it was easy to slip my hands beneath onto your twin cheeks.

I worked your ass harder, relishing the big muscles. The scent of your aex drifted to my nose, and I was only too eager when you said, "lower..."

I slid one hand down, between your legs, my fingers meeting your wet sex. I began a more gentle massage...
 
Charlie

I was so glad I had spent some time at the Debenhams woman's parlour and had my legs and inner thighs waxed. O it hurt at the time but your hands running up and down were sending sensations through my body I hadn't felt since you transformed me from virgin to woman.

My nipples were straining against the sheet as your hand finally found no my wet sex. Slowly you turned me onto my back and I saw the hunger in your eyes as I teased you "You have completely taken my resistance Mr Devon. I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you."

We kissed passionately as your hard manhood slowly entered giving me a sudden rush of lust. Your right hand took my left nipple and it leaped upwards adding to my desire. I arched upwards to give you even more access to my channel as I started moving with you.

"I love you" I groaned as I felt my fulfillment building "Fill me!" I demanded.
 
"Fill me," my darling wife had commanded. Before I could have a thought, my body reacted, thrusting hard, driving my cock deep inside you, until the head pressed against your cervix. I held it there and shivered.

God, how I had changed over the last year. Before I was scrupulously careful to avoid pregnancy. Now, even though our daughter lie sleeping a couple rooms down the hall, I ached to impregnate you again. Perhaps that is not what you meant by 'fill me,' but that is what the man in me heard!

I withdrew part way, slowly, then slammed into you again. We had been so careful over the last few months... God it felt incredible to fuck you again, like I knew you liked to be fucked.

I reached down and grasped the edge of your night shirt, and pulled it up, wrestling it off you, "I want you naked as I fuck you, Mrs. Devon."
 
Pat Roberts

I could feel my cheeks filling with blood as my colleagues looked at Claude and then back to me. One nurse, Nina, known as the hospital bicycle because many men and a few women had ridden her was trying to make eyes at him.

I stood tall, looked you in the eyes and nodded as you agreed to take me home and I gave her a 'He's mine!' Look.

Roger, the security guard at the nurses home smiled as he saw you drop me off. I looked at him and whispered to you "Park up. I don't want to be on my own tonight." You parked and followed me into the hall. I collected my keys from Roger who smiled at you and we took the lift to the 8th floor.

Turning the keys to room 807 we entered my room and I turned the TV on. "That'll drown the noise" I said as the screen filled with SKY News dissecting the final days of the US Election.

Smiling at you I grabbed a couple glasses and poured two generous shots of sherry. "I'm sorry, that's all I've got" I said as I handed you a drink. Moving towards you I whispered "I hope you do not mind making love to me while Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton slog it out in the background."
 
Claude

I took a sip of sherry, as my angel turned on the news and proposed love. I blinked. Perhaps this was one of the differences between our nations.. culture? Did you British really find American politics erotic?

I saw the Republican orangutan thumping his chest and shook my head. I turned and swept Pat into my arms. As our lips met, I felt the remote you held against my shoulder. I reached one hand up to seize it. You purred for a second, until you heard the channel change.

You exclaimed and then laughed, saying I was a typical man.

I flipped through the channels, bypassing BBC Earth, until I found some dance competition show. Firey tango music filled the room and I tossed the remote aside.

I took your hand, and as you laughed, danced you towards your bed.
 
"Horny Frog!" * I exclaimed as you tried to dance the Argentine Tango in my bed sit. Each move you made brought me closer to the bed but as you turned I used my moves to thwart you. You wanted to tease? I teased back.

The dancers stood to receive the judges comments and scores but we continued dancing. The next dance was a slow waltz and we entered into the spirit of the moves. You held me close and I felt your urgency pressed against my belly.

Soon we were deeply bowed into a passionate kiss and I felt your hands loosen my top. My neck became the target of your mouth and then you picked me up and carried me to the bed.

"Make love to me!" I begged. "Take me!"
 
Claude

I loved it when a lover begged me. It meant that her senses were already aroused, and that each touch would feel exquisite. Pat's blouse already lay on the floor as I set you on the bed. I immediately lay down next to you, reclaiming your lips, as my hand began to remove the rest of your clothes. I slid the thin straps of your bra from your shoulders, then tilted you so I could access the hooks in back. I pulled the cups from your hard tipped breasts. I could not resist sliding down your body, my lips drawn to your nipples. Your cry and the arch of your back added to the pleasure as I teased your erect flesh.

My hands were free to tackle your skirt, which after a little exploration, opened to me. I slid the silken garment down your legs, leaving only your panties and stickings upon you.

I reached and looped my fingers around the waistband and your panties followed your skirt. The light from the TV reflectes off the wetness of your sex. Without hesitation, I spread your knees wide and settled down between your legs. I purred throatily as my lips lissed yours...
 
Pat Roberts

As your lips claimed mine I grabbed your right hand and raised it to my left breast. Without saying a word I tugged and pulled at your trousers letting you know what I wanted.

You left me for a few seconds that seemed like hours but soon our naked bodies were engaging in raw, forceful, love fulfilling sex. I arched as you entered me taking complete control of me. Soon we were moving in unison to fulfill each other's lusts and desires.

I felt you begin to build inside as your shaft prepared to fill me with your semen. Suddenly your name escaped from my lips as I found my own orgasm exploding on you as I waited for your eruption. I was truly your conquest.
 
Charlie

... "I want you naked as I fuck you, Mrs. Devon."

O how those words were music to my ears as my virile, fit, handsome husband wanted me naked. And soon we were there skin on skin as my breasts, my aching hard nipples were mounded to your muscular chest. Your manhood grinding inside me as you brought me to a multitude of mini orgasms before bringing me to an explosion deep inside me.

You were such an expert because at that very moment you filled me with your hot living seed. I arched, you moaned, I screamed your name and we were truly one flesh. Slowly as we came down we endured several after shocks before collapsing into each other's arms.

I whispered to you "I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you. You're mine Mr Devon. ALL MINE!"
 
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