Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[EnglishRose95]

Michelle Warre

Chris had given Tina and me an office just off the main hall of the club. In it the walls bore several CCTV monitors which meant we could see everything that was going on. From one of the monitors I watched Michael check his diary and then reach for his phone to text. Suddenly he left off and started preparing what looked like bruschetta. My mind went to other things like where Tina was and arranging exclusive use of one of the small gyms for training.

About an hour later there was a knock on the door and a mini skirted server from the kitchen gave me a piece of bruschetta with a note 'Tomorrow at 2:00pm? I had to smile as I thanked the girl and enjoyed the slice. I didn't know how hungry I was.

That evening I went to the restaurant and told one of the waiters I wanted to see Michael. The guy introduced himself saying 'Hi, my names Scott' and offered to convey a message. "I'll try and remember that" I responded and ignoring his offer I made my way to the kitchen.

There Michael was rushing around in charge of his domain. Returning the plate I held his gaze and said with a smile "Tomorrow gym 3 at 1400 hours" I saw him getting flustered and I didn't want to embarrass him "Wear something loose and trainers" I said as I left. On my way out Scott piped up 'Goodnight Michelle'. I turned, smiled and said "Goodnight Steve." 'SCOTT' he shouted 'my name's Scott.' I smiled back "Goodnight er Scott!"

I couldn't help smiling to myself at the vanity of men.

 

[HSG1489]

Gerard

I liked this position. Not only could apply a controlled amount of force, I could watch
Tina carefully. You didn't fuck around with breath play, so to speak. I kept my hips moving at an even pace, enjoying the sensation, but not wild enough to make me lose my focus. This, was all about you.

Your eyes rolled back blissfully as I started to squeeze, your lips parting as your breath became labored. I pushed deep and paused, then resumed moving. My hands grew tighter and your eyes returned to mine and widened. I could feel your heart pounding in your veins, as I constricted further. A gurgling sound slipped from your mouth, and your eyes bulged. You tried to breath, but could not. I saw the momentary panic in your eyes and felt your body arch and writhe, your hands bound firmly.

I replied with a low growl, as I tightened my grip slightly and began to fuck you harder. You went rigid, your mouth opened wide in a desperate fight for air. You convulsed twice as tears ran down your cheeks, and then... You exploded!

Your pussy clenched my cock like a vise, pulsing rhythmically, as your body was rocked with spasms. I held you and continued to pump my cock into you, while carefully gauging you. I saw your eyes flutter and felt your body begin to relax, and immediately released you. Your eyes popped wider and you started taking huge gulps of air.

I slid from you and reached into my nightstand, retrieving a small tank of oxygen and a mask. I turned the valve on and set the mask over your mouth and nose. "Oxygen," I explained, "just breath."

You did as you were told, and soon the flush in your face faded and your breathing slowed. I lay next to you, holding you, keeping an eye on you. When your breathing returned to normal, I removed the mask. and set about unbuckling your hands. You tried to say something, and then collapsed back. "Just relax Love," I said softly, "you've been on a quite a trip."

Tina Pritchard

As I lay there masked and breathless I found myself hovering between this world of consciousness and something out there, above, beyond both life and even death. You had no fear of a woman's needs, a woman's body and you were in total control. Never, ever in my love life had I been totally conquered and defeated. My mind went back to the movie Fifty Shades of Grey and the conquest of Anna by Christian.

Yet I didn't want to show defeat, no military girl ever did, so as I found myself restored to this world I teased as seriously as I could "Is that all you've got?" You teasingly slapped my bare arse and we made our way to the shower. My body warmed to the water as you washed me free of sweat, sperm and other fluids.

I donned my mini dress and made my way to the office where I was greeted by Michelle's words 'Nice of you to drop in'. I responded by poking my tongue out and she looked me up down and taunted 'Fucked your brains out?'

I responded "Jealous?" And we both laughed as I said "Welcome back!"

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Charlie

The telephone rang and it was Michelle from the club. After I welcomed her back she asked if she could call round. She is a professional security minded body guard, NATO Rapid Response trained. Yet she melted when she saw Grace and I saw her feminine side.

Before long she did a security sweep and upgraded the system to conform with the new NRR2017/2 system which linked everything to her watch, phone and the office. She asked me if I wanted a guard on site but I declined for now. She assured me there was a privacy switch controlled by a pass number so Chris and I could be intimate when we wanted to be. She came across again as kind woman, a caring woman yet when it came to her professional life someone who could as hard as nails.

After she had gone I prepared supper, fed Grace, changed her, put her to bed in her cot and then had my own shower before changing into my red mini dress with the low cleavage ready for my husband to return from work. My engine was really running.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

Evening was crunch time. Lots of patrons wanting to try the new menu. Even the best kitchen is crazy, filled with shouts and rattling of pans and the clack of dishes. I am just barely riding herd over all this, when I look up and see Michelle standing in front of me. The visual impact of seeing you so unexpectedly caught my breath. My eyes briefly lingered on those parts of your body that you were showing off, finally realizing you were holding a plate out at me. I reached out and took it, as you told me which gym we were meeting. I wanted to say something clever, but my mouth went dry. Having most of the kitchen staff looking at us curiously was not helping!

You had mercy on me, telling me what to wear, and then leaving. I could not help but stare after you as you walked out of the kitchen. Your body just did not quit...

My erotic musing was immediately interrupted by new orders. Focus, man, focus! I launched into pan searing some scallops, but in the back of my mind, "I had a date tomorrow with Michelle... OK, not a real date... and you were going to kick my ass... But still a date!"


Chris

I feel as thought my house used to be the place I crashed at the end of the day. Now it was my home, the place I wanted to be, blessed with the people I held most dear. This was reaffirmed to me as I stepped through the door to be greeted by my wife, freshly scented, rocking this seductive red dress. I set my briefcase down and leaned in to kiss you in one movement.

I hummed low as our lips met firmly, each of us putting our desire into kisses. My hands came to rest on either side of your waist, then slid up to cup your face, "Mrs. Devon, I know that, someday, Grace will be old enough to spend time at daycare, or whatever, and you will want to pursue dreams you had before I shanghai'ed you into marriage."

My hands slid to your shoulders, pulling your closer, whispering, "But for now, I love the life we have and am the envy of every other man on the planet. I love you."

 

[EnglishRose95]

I must be honest, Iwasagoodgirl advised me on this post, especially some of the surreal stuff.

Micelle Warre

After returning from Charlotte & Chris's home I wiped the baby goo off my shirt and stripped down to my bra to wash it. I changed into my tennis whites and headed for the gym where I played a couple of sets with one of the girls I knew from the army we nicknamed 'English Rose'. Our match attracted a lot of men who said they wanted to watch the game and we both purposely teased them.

After showering I checked the office and my screens and noted Chris had set the cameras at his home to 'privacy'. No need to quess how he and Charlie were spending the evening. I got home, exchanged some E Mails with a guy I'd met online known as 'Lovingfingers' and went to bed.

Next day I was up early, went for a run, showered, had breakfast and went to the office where I checked all was well, spoke with Tina and while she manned the office I did my inspection rounds. All was well so I went to the changing rooms but decided to keep in my clothes of light blue shirt and short denim skirt. Michael's first lesson would be concentation.

He arrived at the gym bang on time and was dressed as I had instructed. "I'm glad to see you do what you're told" I smiled as I moved forward so he could see my cleavage. I was holding a kitchen knife in my right hand behind my back and continued "But you must keep your concentration. Terrorists come in all shapes and sizes." I moved my hand round so he could see my knife "Fist lesson! Keep your eyes off my tits and try to concentrate on everything. If someone has a hand behind their back it might be a weapon. Always be on your guard!"

I moved forward until we were face to face and again I smiled "Ready?"

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

I nodded as you lectured me on focus. Several thoughts occurred to me: Breast men are doomed. Was this the origin of the phrase booby trap? Did you have any notion as to the effect you had on me?

Asking any of those seemed right out, so I held my tongue when you asked if I was ready to continue. I was grateful my sweats were loose, as my erection strained my briefs.

Your instruction was pragmatic, detailing the alternatives to combat, before settling in to teach me the basics of self defense. You walked to a table and picked up a short, thick, wooden dowel. You said something about this being a knife, but my mind was focused on your hand wrapped tightly around the phallic shape dowel. You picked up a second and handed it to me. I took it, thinking mine was just as hard. Focus, man, Focus!

You explained that most anything could be used as a weapon to help even the odds against an armed attacker. I grinned, "if he enters my kitchen, he's a dead man."

You smirked, and showed me a defensive posture, useful both to defend myself and put doubt into the mind of my opponent. "Let your enemy attack. It puts them off balance."

"OK," I answered hesitantly. You lunged immediately, suddenly in my face, our bodies almost touching. I felt my blood start pounding. The only unpleasant part was the dowel pressing hard into my abdomen.

"Ummm," I ventured, "this is where the self defense part comes in, right?"

 

[EnglishRose95]

Michelle Warre

"Ummm, this is where the self defense part comes in, right?"

I nodded and leaned back encouraging you right leg to enter the space between my thighs pressing into my skirt. Holding you there I whispered "What did you do wrong?" You looked blank so I continued "You're totally focused on me and not on the weapon pressed against your abdomen. If that was a knife and I was a terrorist you would be dead!"

As I pushed you aside my hand brushed your hardness so I knew what I had done to you. Our eyes met and I smiled a knowing smile as you blushed. "If I was a terrorist you would be more interesred in bedding me than fighting me! RIGHT?"

You nodded with embarrassment as I added "That's ok, it's our hidden weapon but you must overcome it. Let's reverse the situation, you hold the 'knife' against me." As you did I raised my hands and said "I surrender, l'm your prisoner"

As you relaxed I lifted my right leg and kicked the weapon from you. In the same move I twisted you until you were pressed against me. "Right now I'm going to teach you that. Get it right and I'll reward you!" I gave you a knowing wink.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

I had known women before, my virgin days long behind me. I had never been in a power relationship, and certainly did not consider myself submissive. I was used to holding my own in a relationship, including in bed. So how was Michelle so completely in charge, all the time?

It was like my brain went numb every time you were close. Perhaps it was all the blood rushing to my cock, because God knows I was priapic every time you wandered near. And now you knew that too...

I could feel myself blush as you said you would reward me if I learned to disarm you. I felt like a pet dog being give positive reinforcement. And the maddening thing, I was ok with that!

I forced myself to focus as you showed me how to shift my weight and get the distance necessary to kick the 'knife.' We tried it once, then again. By the third time, it was more natural. I even added the twist which brought us close again. As we stood face to face again, I asked, "OK, what's next?"

If you patted my head and offered me a biscuit, I swore to myself that i would return to kitchen and never leave again.

 

[EnglishRose95]

Michelle Warre

When I was in the army my Senior Officer, known as GG introduced me to a site known as Literotica. She tried to use it demonstrate how we could deal with men. She accused me, laughingly, of being cruel in the way I tried to make them feel dependent.

I've tried not to do that since I left the army but you were so easy to tease. Yet you were making progress and deserved a reward. You managed to disarm me of the 'knife' on your third attempt and despite your embarrassment you held your ground.

"I'm pleased" I said with a smile. "Next time we'll practice it until it's perfect. Then we'll do it again." I stood you down and added "You show promise, I'll look forward to doing this again same time Thursday. Meanwhile I promised you a reward. When's your next night off?"

"Tomorrow" you answered.

"Any plans?" You shook your head "Girlfriend?" Again you shook your head.

"Right, tomorrow night you're coming with me to The Showboat. My treat, it's a cabaret in the West End of London. Our car will leave the club at 1930 hours. See you tomorrow."

I turned to leave as you dusted yourself down.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

As Michelle turned to leave, my mind caught up with what you had said. We were going out, on a date, a real date! I finished dusting myself off and gathered my things. As I left the gym, I did not catch sight of you, which was probably a good thing. As much as I wanted to see more of you, and let's be honest, wanted you, a part of me knew I was not in your league. Not even close.

You could have your pick of men and half the women, if you so desired. You had seen the world and rubbed elbows with soldiers, marines, supermen. What did I have by comparison? I had studied cooking in France. I was in good shape. And on good days, my cooking was to die for, or so I was told. In short, not much.

As I drove back to my flat to change, I shook my head. It was a mystery, and, well, stranger things have happened. You never know.

A quick shower and I was in my chef's 'uniform.' I glanced in my closet. The Italian suit tomorrow. Best I had, and it did look good. Come what may, I was going to give this my best shot.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

Anticipation made the evening shift and the next morning drag. Business was good, getting busier each week, which kept me occupied. I had heard of the Showboat, but never actually done it. The food was reputed to be excellent, and I was eager to see if that was true, assuming of course that I could think about food when sitting opposite of Michelle.

After my shift, I went back to my flat, showered, shaved, dressed. As I glanced into the mirror, I grinned. I clean up pretty well.

I drove to the Club, parked, and walked to the front door. It was a couple hours before sunset. It would be beautiful on board ship, quite romantic actually. Maybe, just maybe...

My musing was interrupted by a sudden whisper in my ear. Startled, I turned to see Michelle standing behind me, very amused. I set my hand over my heart, "Don't do that! I.. I might have given you a karate chop or something."

Your laughter was beautiful, as my eyes drank you in. Beautiful, so very beautiful... You cocked your head to one side, "C'mon karate kid, the car's this way."

 

[EnglishRose95]

Michelle Warre
This was very important not just to establish a rapport with you but also for what I had planned for later. I wore the ball gown I wore for formal military occasions when I had to 'body guard' important dignitaries. It was low cut turquoise with a right side thigh high slit in the skirt set off with fake fur (I would never wear the real thing) and balanced blue stilettos. Strapped to my left leg was my 'lady killer pistol' while my handbag (American women call it a purse) held its twin sister. My hair was up in a fan fare fountain which could be let down in one move.

I watched you arrive in your suite and had to admit you looked good. I approached you and after exchanging greetings we got into the car. "Tonight is on me. Our table is A231. We'll be guided to it." The meal went well and the cabaret was excellent. After the entertainment we waited for the dancing to begin. You were a good dancer and knew most of the moves. I couldn't help noticing your eyes go to my cleavage.

It was important to me that people there thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend and I would do anything to ensure they got that impression. It was also important that 'Target Fabian' who had been on our radar for years recognised you as the Chef of the club. He saw us but seemed to doubt we were an item. Only way to convince him was by taking the bull by the horns. In one of the slow dances I put my arms round you and pulled you into a kiss.

One of the floor managers came up to us and said "Room 136 is available". You looked at me and I looked at you with a smile on your face. Fabian was watching so I nodded. Now it was your choice but for me sleeping with a good looking guy like you was one of the perks of the job.

 

[lovingfingers]

Michael

I will remember Michelle's smile for all my days. The evening had gone beautifully. The weather was good, the food pretty good (although I could have done better!), the entertainment fine, from what I remember. Most of my attention was focussed on my date. You were simply beautiful, like in a movie. I only wished I had had some expensive necklace to add to your ensemble.

And then there was the dancing. One friend, who had studied social dance for years, said dancing was the closest thing to sex you could have while clothed and not violating the law. You could get away with murder on the dance floor. I was no slouch on the floor, and enjoyed leading you for a change. So many twists and turns, our bodies coming together and parting, touching, pressing... When you kissed me, it felt so very natural, just the next step.

So when the floor manager mentioned that a room was available, and I saw your smile and nod, I accepted happily. The floor manager said I could pick up the key at the desk near to where we boarded. We took a step in that direction, when the music changed. I laughed as I recognized Sinatra, and asked you for one last dance. One foxtrot later, we were leaving, stopping by the bar for a last drink, carrying them to the desk.

I could scarcely believe my fortune as we closed the door to room 136. We stepped onto the small balcony and watched the night lights of London pass by. At some unspoken signal, we turned towards each other, my hands circling your tight waist, as we came together for a kiss. It was soft and slow, each of us sighing lightly as it deepened into a second. We drew closer together, my hands slowly stroking your back. As my fingers passed over the back of your neck, I felt you shudder. I kept my hand there, massaging softly, then firmly. A sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, and I smiled, feeling a growing confidence that I could be 'man enough' for you.

 

[lovingfingers]

Meanwhile, back at the Club.

Chris

I don't remember when we had scheduled this. It had come about from a note dropped in the suggestion box. (We actually do read them...) But tonight was a Star Trek theme costume party. Charlie had insisted on going as an Orion slave girl, and we had had fun coating most of your skin with green face paint. Grace had giggled wildly on seeing a green Momma. I had donned one of Q's judicial costumes, lots of red and black, which contrasted nicely with Charlie's green and golds.

When we pulled into my parking space, I was amazed to see the queue stretched part way round the building. As we walked to the door, I was even more amazed to see how much effort people had gone to in their costuming. Not surprisingly, people were already flirting. It felt like a galactic shore leave, with numerous races eager to engage in alien love.

We entered by the staff door. I chuckled when I saw that our entire security staff were red shirts. Hopefully they would all survive the night!

I checked in with various and sundry staff people. Things seemed to be running smoothly. I was told I had a seat waiting on the main floor. I raised an eyebrow as Charlie and I made our way through the throng of life forms. Sure enough, dead center, was a raised dais with a throne Q would have loved. I looked at Charlie. Why not?!

We strode through the crowd, which made way for us, for the most part. I mounted the dais, pulling Charlie with me. A spotlight hit us as I took my seat and pulled Charlie onto my lap. A server appeared, mimicking Deanna Troi, "I feel as though you need something."

"Romulan Ale, Counselor," I bellowed, "And be quick about it!"

Laughter engulfed those around us, and I turned my face to kiss my wife. It was going to be a good evening!

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swan

I was new to this area of London and as a new recruit to REME I was alone for the next few weeks. It was at a Star Trek Convention that I heard about this theme night at the club and that the owner had offered free admission to serving members of the military.

Being an only child I was used to doing things on my own I decided to take the bull by the horns and attend. Who knows? It might be fun! I dressed as my heroine from NTG Lt Tasha Ya (the original actress was Denise Crosby the granddaughter of Bing Crosby). I arrived at the club in costume, showed my military ID and entered.

There were Vulcans and Klingons as well as several Captain Kirks, DATAs and Captain Picard. In the centre on a throne was someone dressed as Q and a beautiful woman I took to be his wife in real life.

I made my way to the bar and bought a drink.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/TashaYar.jpg​

 

[EnglishRose95]

At the Showboat Hotel

Michelle Warre

Events were moving faster than I imagined they would but I wasn't complaining because it had been so long since I'd been with a man and my body was crying out for fulfillment. What you didn't know was that as well as working in security for Chris and the club I was also enlisted with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment searching for 'Target Fabian'. I had to let HQ know he was frequenting the Showboat. But that would wait until the morning.

Our dancing and flirting had become so intense that once we were in the bedroom events were only going to move in one direction. Your hands began to massage my neck and your demanding kisses were bringing a response I had not felt in months. As you held me I felt your urgency spreading against me as you hands began to release the zip at the back of my gown.

As my top left my shoulders your eyes were drawn to my strapless bra. I kissed you passionately before attacking your jacket, tie and shirt and soon your manly chest was on view. During our next kiss my bra came away as our tongues danced with each other. We spun round and crashed onto the king size bed where the slit in the gown skirt exposed my 'lady killer pistol'. I was worried you might recognise it as military issue so I whispered "A souvenir, I use it for protection". Changing the subject I added "Talking of protection I'm on the pill, medically clear and I know you are clean too. I checked the records at the club". I kissed you demandinly again and whispered "So I hope you like bareback."

I moved your right hand onto my left breast and groaned as it became the first man's hand to touch me there for some months. The next move had to be yours.

 

[lovingfingers]

In bed on board

Michael

I should not have been surprised, but being with Michelle was a series of surprises. In the last few minutes, I had discovered you were armed and had checked my medical history. If it had been anyone else, either of those would have given me pause. But the aching want I had for you overwhelmed any other thought.

"Mmm hmm," I replied to your question about my likes, "but first, I want you truly bare."

We were lying on the bed, your dress partly off. Thank heavens there was a zipper along one side. I exhaled as I pulled it down and the dress parted. I held my breath as I unveiled you. You raised your hips slightly and I slid the dress out from under you. I extended my arm and laid the rich garment over the back of a nearby chair, then turned back to you. You were stretching, dressed only in a wisp of panties and your gun.

"I hope you don't mind," I ventured, as I undid the Velcro closure on the holster and pulled the gun off your leg. I crawled up the bed, straddling you, as I set it down on the nightstand, within easy reach for you. I saw you glance at your protection, then at me, a hint of approval in your eye.

I descended upon you, my lips taking yours, as my chest pressed against your breasts. One kiss became many, a torrent of desire that left us both gasping. When we came up for air, I slid lower, my lips tracing along your throat. Your skin flushed as I descended, kissing the hollow of your throat, your collarbones, and then your cleavage.

You were open about your sensations, your breath and small sighs telling me what you liked. As I slid over one of your breasts, your body shifted, bringing your hard nipple to my mouth. I feasted on the erect morsel, and delighted in the way your body undulated as I did. I slid a hand over your other breast, and my thumb mimicked my tongue.

A shudder and low moan, and the rocking of your hips against my abs, signaled it was time for me to descend further. My hands clasped your waist, as I slid down, trailing my lips along your abs. A low growl greeted my ears as I teased you, kissing your mons through your panties. I chuckled quietly, then moved lower, fingers of one hand easing your wet panties to one side. It was my turn to moan as I had my first taste of you, a slow, gentle lap of my tongue along the length of your furrow.

 

[lovingfingers]

Back at the Club

David

The night was young, as they say, and already I was sweating. I shook my head. How had Michael Dorn done this every working day, for years? The Klingon prosthesis, replete with ridge and mane, looked good, but dang! It was hot!

The rest of my uniform was reasonable, comfort wise, but I was still burning up.

Of course, it might also have been the environment. This was the first time I had ever been to the fabled Club. I had heard about this party from a guy I work out with, who was also a SF fan. I had been to Cons before, so had a vague notion as what this might be like. But now that I was actually here... umm, not so much.

On first glance, the costumes were familiar. On closer examination though, people were revealing a lot more than they did at any Con I had attended. And doing a lot, whole LOT, more than they did at any party that I had been invited. As I wandered towards the bar, I saw various improbably couplings in the making, and more than a few appreciative glances my direction.

As I eased up to the bar, a gold shirted blonde took a half step back and bumped into me. She turned around and I found myself looking down into the eyes of a very good Tasha Ya. "Pardon me Lieutenant," I rumbled with a smile, before looking at the bartender, "Prune juice, chilled."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keel is Swan

I was used to being the new girl on the block so I didn't feel out of place. The organisers had gone to a great deal of trouble to get this right and I even saw 2 Mr Spocks playing the 3D Chess made famous by the original series. I found out the manager was a Mr Christian Devon who was the 'Q' character. He had arranged to donate 50% of any profits to the local children's hospice.

My concentration was disturbed when an excellent Mr Worf knocked into me. He apologised and then turned and ordered chilled prune juice. I smiled and made my own order of chilled tomatoe juice. I wasn't going to get drunk tonight. "Do you have any peanuts?" I asked the bartender. She smiled and served me some honey roast which were free.

Turning to the Klingon I said "They weren't able to import any live gagh so you'll have to find something else. Honey roast nuts?"

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Charlie

The party was in full swing and I was so proud of you for not only organising it but for donating half the prophets to the sick children. Word must have gone round because there were several new people there. Hopefully they'd take up the offer of membership. You knew Michelle was still a part time soldier and her duties took her away today. Thankfully Tina was inspecting visitors and I saw her recognise a new visitor dressed as Tasha Yar. Being nosey I asked Tina who she was and she told me she was a serving soldier and a Trekie.

I made a point of telling you about her and you remarked we all felt safer with the military around. You were an excellent 'Q' master ceremonies organising competitions and dances with prizes which pleased everyone. We noticed our Tasha Yar was in conversation with a Mr Worf and they seemed to be getting on well.

We danced and flirted like young lovers and I whispered to you "Do you remember when you went where no one had been before?" You smiled as I brushed my hand against your hardening manhood. "If you want to relaunch you'll have to wait." We mixed with others and danced and mixed enjoying the night.

I was so proud of you and proud to be your wife.

 

[lovingfingers]

David

I was about to comment that it was a sad state of affairs when a warrior was reduced to eating roasted nuts, when the bartender handed us a card, "we do happen to have gagh at tbe restaurant this evening, although I think the blood pie is better."

I perused the menu, "it has been some time since I had a good blood pie..."

'Tasha' grinned at me, "you've mentioned your mother's pie before. How could they possibly compete?"

I grinned back at the fierce blonde, "it is a risk I am willing to take."

I stood up, my eyes not leaving you, "they also offer blood wine."

I extended my hand, "It is best.. shared."

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

I felt truly blessed. Not just by this club and all the good people working here. And not just by the amiable crowd of people gathered here tonight and the money being raised for charity. I felt most blessed by the green skinned woman moving around the Club like she owned the place, chatting with patrons, leaving everyone who spoke with her a little happier.

I was taking a break from being master of ceremonies to check on Grace, the other great joy of my life. The security cameras at home were accessible through my phone, so I could see my sleeping angel. I felt a familiar embrace from behind, your chin settling on my shoulder, saying softly how beautiful she was.

"Just like her mother," I replied.

Your embrace grew tighter, as you giggled, "flatterer."

"Funny to think that she will be an older sister some day," I mused.

"Awww," you crooned, "and how many brothers and sisters will she have."

Unseen by you, I grinned, "Oh, seven, maybe eight."

"Eight!" you shrieked into my ear, "Are you crazy?"

I turned around, a huge smile on my face, "Not at all! I always wanted a big family."

I couldn't help but laugh, then took a step towards you, "I think we should get started now!"

You didn't reply, but bolted towards the bar. I gave you a head start, then went in eager pursuit.

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Charlie

EIGHT CHILDREN! I knew you were joking! I HOPED you were joking! Then you said we'd start now! I screamed and joined in the fun by running allowing you to chase. I was going to involve Tasha Yar and Mr Worf but they were beginning their own alliance. Instead I turned and touched my badge "Frume to Enterprise! I'm under attack! Invoke emergency procedures!"

Turning to face you I cried out "I must remind you I'm Counsellor Frume from the Planet Werto. We are protected by the United Frderation of Planets and in alliance with the Klingon Empire!"

You continued to pursue me until I reached the administration building. I turned and said "I'm prepared to sacrifice myself to protect the Enterprise. I'll come back to your quarters tonight and I'll completely sacrifice myself to your will. As a Wertonian my word HAS to be my bond. Do you accept my terms?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Keelia Swan

Did you say 'blood wine?' I had to have some of that. You teased me and I teased you as we made our way to a room with a make do label 'the Enterprise Bar'. The wine was poured into a large goblet which we both shared and drank from together.

There was a noise outside when the Q character chased Werton girl teasingly. Then a Reiker character came in and turned on a target screen. "Free dinner for anyone who scores 100%."

"Dinner for two?" I asked, the guy nodded. Turning to youI said "I'm in theBritish Army" I took the 'gun' and hit all 12 targets. The Reiker guy clapped and handed me a ticket. Turning to you I said"Coming?"

 

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Chris

I had finally cornered Charlotte near the office spaces, when you made your dramatic plea. I set my hand to my chin, considering, "So, is it true what they say about your Wertonian girls?"

You smiled seductively at me, "maybe.. what do They say?"

"I'll tell you over a gnosh," I chuckled, "c'mon."

You accepted my arm as we walked to the dining room. Fortunately, my usual table was free and we made a beeline for it, only stopping to ask Worf his opinion of the heart of targ.

"Just like Mum used to make," the Klingon rumbled sentimentally.

"Did she kill the targ herself?" Tasha teased.

"With her teeth," he grinned, "Mother was fierce."

A passing server carried a tray of blood wine. Charlie and I snagged a couple glasses and we toasted our fierce mothers.

We left the two of them in peace and seated ourselves. 'My' table was off in an alcove, affording a bit of privacy. One of the servers appeared promptly and asked for our order. We selected a platter for two, featuring all the delicacies of the evening. Our server told us it had been popular this evening, and there was a twenty minute preparation time. As she wandered off, you looked at me curiously as I slid down in my seat, moving under the table.

"I hear Wertonian girls are delicious, and I am starved," I ventured .