The stranger watched Foxxy strut away, and smiled. It was such a grand improvement, and yet, he was reminded of something. Ah yes! While it seemed like a long time ago, he had shifted not just Harold Burr (Now proud of the Valley Strumpet that he ran) but his family members. His wife and youngest daughter had folded into their new roles instantly.
But the oldest one, Wilma Burr, was another matter. Indeed, when he realized where she was, he laughed. The poor navy officer was at this very club, desperately trying to explain things to a superior.
She had resisted quite well, perhaps aided by the influence of wholesome forces at this club, but even now the petty officer's dress uniform threatened kept tightening here, and unbuttoning there, right in front of Rear Admiral Sycamore in another part of the club. With a thought, the Stranger moved to the corner table in the bar where the older man was drinking.
"Petty Officer Burr," The senior officer growled as the buttons guarding Wilma's cleavage came undone again, "You assured me you had no interest in your father's... so called business, that nudie magazine. Is that right?"
"Yes sir," the woman said, mortified and rebuttoning. She wasn't sure why she'd come back to this town. Her father's liveliehood wasn't something that was going to help her naval career in the slightest. Not with folks like Rear Admiral Sycamore, who was a devout traditionalist in so many things, "I... he's offered," She couldn't believe he offered, "But I told him no." What she didn't tell him was the odd urges she had, the urges to approach men and offer them vulgar things.
"Then why do you seem to be in a constant state of undress near me?" Her superior demanded as the buttons came loose again. "My god, you're not even wearing a bra!"
"I am! I mean, I was!" Wilma felt a panick growing.
The Stranger laughed and realized anything he did for the poor woman here on would be a mercy.
"I take my job very seriously!" Wilma assured R.Admiral Sycamore even as her formerly dark jacket grew white and the tie shited to a knot on a white blouse. Indeed, the brunette beauty was now wearing something akin to a 'sexy sailor' halloween outfit, and buttons were no longer even in the equation, which was a good thing as her expanding E cups would have probably popped them completely. Wilma kept talking...
"And that job, sir," She felt a delicious warmth fill her, a confidence growing in her as his eyes stayed riveted onto her swaying breasts which she moved slightly starboard to port to control his gaze, "Is to take your good ship lollypop," She reached under the table enjoying the control she felt along with his hardening shaft under his pants, "And guide it safely into my warm, wet, port for a good hard docking!" She licked her lips, "Are you ready for boarding, stud?"
The Rear Admiral's outrage had shifted to lust. His loyalty to his marriage vanished. How could he resist this sexy hot whore, "How much?" He moaned signaling a valet to get his car keys so he could drive this gorgeous costumed hooker to the nearest motel and fuck her all night.
"Don't worry, sir," Wavey Wilma assured him, "Members of the C.V.E. are top of the line,and you'll find it worth every penny to ride our waves." She made a mental note to give Foxxy a call and let her know she'd made her hook up with this deviant naval officer. The take if she could hook him regularly would be good news for the small organization. After all, it was only the two of them....
For now.
The Stranger smirked. Wilma was happier now, she wasn't fighting her new truer self. No doubt she and her daddy would even be on speaking terms again. How very nice.
Then he frowned again, the debauchery wasn't having as much fall out in the rest of the place as it should, and frankly, it was beginning to annoy him.
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