


Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels

by SirSinn



Category: Novels and Novellas
Published: 2013-01-18
Updated: 2013-08-23
Packaged: 2017-04-24 16:22:51
Chapters: 5
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/charlene-s-not-so-non-nude-angels
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1439524&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Three down on their luck models get a visit.</p>
<p>2. The internet's top non-nude models go topless.</p>
<p>3. Debbie and Jardin get more than a little friendly.</p>
<p>4. Debbie, Jardin and Wanda have suspicions... and sex!</p>
<p>5. It all comes to a surprising end.</p>
Erotica Tags: Big Tits, Demons, Dickgirls, Girl/Girl, Magic, Models, Novels
and Novellas
Average Rating: 4.41





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels

Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 02

Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 03

Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 04

Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 05




        Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels


CHAPTER ONE  
  
"Merde!" Jardin Découpage swore, hitting the End Call button on her phone and
fighting the urge to fling it across her hotel room. She stared out of the
window at the New York skyline and wondered what she was going to do next.  
  
The call had been from her lawyer and had not brought good news. Her entire
business - - the website, the modelling, her appearances on main stream TV - -
was all ruined thanks to the financial dealings of her now ex-manager (and ex-
boyfriend into the bargain), Frederico.  
  
"Leave everything to me, darling," he'd said on more than one occasion. "You
just concentrate on not showing those fantastic tits to anyone except me, and
the world will be yours in just a couple of years."  
  
Jardin glanced down at her enormous chest which was currently trying to spread
the halves of her dressing down apart. She'd wanted to be a model since she
could remember and had followed Frederico's advice to get her breasts
enhanced. His twist, though, was to bill her as a non-nude model. Aside from
Frederico, the occasional make-up girl or photographer catching a glimpse, no-
one had seen her gorgeous, huge mounds naked since the surgeon had put them in
place.  
  
And the tactic had been working. Sure, she would appear on the web or in
magazines in skimpy lingerie; she did several shoots where the only thing
covering her nipples was her hands; but she never went topless, let along
totally nude. Her site membership had grown month on month; offers had come in
for television slots, not just from her native France but also America. She
was becoming a minor celebrity with plans to increase her exposure - - just
not to expose more of her.  
  
And now, as one of her English friends would say, it had all gone tits-up.  
  
Frederico was in hiding, wanted by the police of more than one country; almost
everything Jardin owned had been seized as either evidence or to pay off
taxes; her agent had dropped her like a stone; the only one ringing was her
lawyer to tell her how screwed she was.  
  
She glanced at the nightstand where a small photo of Frederico sat; she'd
carried it round for years and even the troubles of the last months hadn't
made her get rid of it. Now, however - -  
  
"Bâtard," she spat as she picked it up and pulled it from the small frame. She
tore it in two and then in half again before opening the window and throwing
it outside, the wind catching it and sweeping it away.  
  
"You might not want to do that," a woman said from the doorway to her room.
"The littering laws are hell round here."  
  
Jardin spun round and glared at the speaker. She was tall, like Jardin, and
beneath the smart business jacket and skirt obviously had a figure to rival
Jardin's own. Her blouse must have been tailored specifically to her in order
to contain the huge breasts that pushed against it. She was easily good
looking enough to be a model as well, her small round glasses not detracting
from her features in the slightest. Her hair, a rich auburn, was bundled up on
her head with just a couple of loose strands falling down to frame her
gorgeous face.  
  
"Who are you?" Jardin said with only the slightest hint of a French accent.  
  
"My name is Charlene Nicholson," the woman said and stepped forward, holding
her hand out.  
  
Jardin took it automatically and shuddered, her eyes closing, as a flood of
pleasurable feelings soared through her body. Her senses spun, she heard
herself gasp as her pussy flooded with juices, her nipples hardening, the feel
of them brushing against her gown making her moan slightly. Charlene lay naked
on a huge bed while Jardin hunched over her, riding a very life-like strap-on
cock, a tool much bigger than any Jardin had had in the past. They reached out
and grabbed at each other's big melons, the firm mounds of tit flesh much more
than either of them could hope to cover in their hands. Jardin stayed still,
letting Charlene thrust her hips, pounding her prick as far as it would go
into the model's tight twat.  
  
Jardin stepped back, gasping, opening her eyes, the vision disappearing as she
released Charlene's hand but still the feelings remained. She was hornier than
she'd ever been! She'd done a few photo shoots with other models and gone so
far as hiding the other girl's nipples with her own hands, but they'd never
been explicitly sexual. While she could appreciate another good looking woman,
she'd never really been attracted to one and yet as Charlene smiled at her,
Jardin had to fight the urge to tear her clothes off and enact the vivid, if
short, scene that had popped into her head.  
  
"Are you alright, Miss Découpage?" Charlene asked, giving no hint that she
knew what Jardin was thinking.  
  
"I'm fine - - fine," Jardin uttered, pulling her robe tighter, biting her
bottom lip and stifling a moan as the silk brushed against her super sensitive
nipples. "What can I do to - - for you?"  
  
Charlene smiled and reached into her jacket pocket, withdrawing a business
card.  
  
"My father, Damian Nicholson, has heard about your recent problems. He owns a
large modelling agency and would like to meet with you to discuss getting you
back on your feet. He's willing to pay for an all expenses trip to Los Angeles
to meet with him, even if you decide not to sign up with our agency."  
  
A free trip to LA would certainly help to put her troubles out of her mind,
Jardin thought, reaching for the card. As she took it, Charlene brushed her
finger against Jardin's and this time the model did moan, the briefest flash
of the pair of them fucking appearing in her mind.  
  
"The details are on the card, Miss Découpage," Charlene said, turning and
heading back to the door, Jardin unable to stop herself staring at her pert
ass. "I look forward to - - working with you," she said over her shoulder.  
  
Jardin slowly cupped her big tits, loving the feel of the silk against her
still hard nipples, and thought of the slim, cylindrical bottle of body scrub
in her shower that might be put to better use right now.  
  
† † † † †  
  
"Oh bloody hell," Debbie Romani said, her clipped English accent turning the
curse words into a soft grumble of disappointment. She placed the handset of
the phone into the cradle and looked out of her hotel window, across the
gravel forecourt with the croquet lawn to the left and the tennis court to the
right, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.  
  
Just a couple of years before, she'd been the premiere non-nude internet
model. Her gorgeous looks came from her mother while her dark hair and
slightly olive complexion - - inherited from her Italian father, along with
her surname - - had been an almost irresistible mix when coupled with a trim
waist, a perfect, round ass and the best surgically enhanced breasts money
could buy. Breasts which nobody other than herself had seen naked for years.
Sure, the photo-shoots had been sexy, a mix of normal street clothes one week
and lingerie the next, but Debbie had never gone topless, let alone nude,
despite the massive number of offers.  
  
Her plan had been to make a name for herself then move into acting and it had
almost worked. She'd had a few appearances on television but it was all in the
background. She'd been on a few British sketch shows, hired to stand there and
look pretty while the so-called comedians made lewd remarks about her ample
cleavage. She'd auditioned for dozens of commercials but all the casting
agents wanted was for her to flash some flesh.  
  
The phone call had been from her agent, or rather ex-agent now. Her refusal to
do show more than the merest hint of cleavage had apparently led to her being
branded as "difficult to work with" which, her agent said, meant the calls had
stopped coming and, as she'd sold the rights to her old modelling work, she
was fast approaching bankruptcy. He had to protect his own behind and had
dropped her like a stone.  
  
"Bugger it," she said quietly, completely unsure of what to do next.  
  
"Miss Romani?" came a voice from the door of her room. She turned to see a
stunning woman standing in the now open doorway, though she was sure she'd
closed it. Her business suit struggled bravely to contain the impressive bosom
beneath her shirt; her auburn hair caught the sunlight and almost shone red;
her gorgeous smile lit up her features.  
  
"Yes?" Debbie answered, suddenly aware that she'd been wandering round in the
tiny shorts and top she'd worn to bed. The bottom of her firm butt cheeks were
visible from behind and the pale pink cotton of her shirt revealed her deep
cleavage, the spaghetti straps straining to hold the shirt in place over her
huge jugs.  
  
"My name's Charlene Nicholson," the woman said, stepping into the room, her
impressive chest leading the way, her hand held out.  
  
"Pleased to meet you ooooh!" Debbie sighed as their hands touched, a
startlingly clear vision suddenly appearing in her mind's eye.  
  
She was on all fours on a huge bed, wearing stockings and a corset that had
been torn open, her huge tits swinging free, her head pulled up and back by
her hair, her back arching as a result, moaning as she was fucked from behind.
Charlene knelt naked behind her, one hand grabbing her hair, the other
spanking her round butt as she shoved an incredibly realistic strap-on cock
deep into Debbie's pussy over and over. Charlene also wore stockings and a
lace bra that had both cups torn free, exposing her own massive mounds of tit-
flesh.  
  
Debbie staggered backwards, breaking contact, and sat down on a chair, gasping
for breath. Her nipples were incredibly hard, aching to be touched, and nearly
poking through her shirt; the crotch of her shorts was damp, her pussy
immediately wetter than she'd ever known it and it was all she could do to
stop herself from fingering herself there and then.  
  
She'd never been attracted to other women. During her modelling career, she'd
appeared alongside other girls but never once let them touch her or vice
versa. Yet the sudden vision she'd had of the woman fucking her had her
feeling more aroused than she ever had before with any man.  
  
"Are you feeling okay, Miss Romani?" Charlene asked, clearly concerned.  
  
"Yes - - yes - - quite alright," Debbie gasped. "Just a little - - faint. What
do you want?"  
  
"Are you sure? I could get you some water," Charlene said.  
  
"No, thank you but - - I'm feeling good - - much better," Debbie said, still
trying to stifle the urge to slip something inside herself.  
  
"Okay then," Charlene said. She reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a
business card. "My father, Damian Nicholson, heard you were considering
getting back into the modelling business. He owns one of the largest modelling
agencies in the States and would love to meet with you to discuss your plans.
To tempt you, he's willing to pay for a trip to Los Angeles, all expenses paid
of course, to meet with him. If you decide not to sign up with our agency, the
trip's still yours."  
  
Charlene leaned forward, holding the card out, and for the briefest moment
Debbie thought she was going to slip it into her cleavage. Instead, she placed
it on the arm of the chair.  
  
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Romani," Charlene said. "You'll find all
the details on the card. I do hope you'll agree to - - work with us." She
turned and left the room, Debbie watching her pert little ass sway beneath her
tight skirt.  
  
She picked up the card and read it, her other hand sliding into her shorts.  
  
† † † † †  
  
"Goddamn fucking retards," Wanda Soldado hissed, slumping into the foldaway
chair beneath the shade of an umbrella, pulling her loose silk wrap over her
bikini clad body. She was supposed to be doing a photo-shoot on the beach just
a few feet away but, yet again, her shoot was being picketed by some religious
sect or other that wanted to ban her and other models. Over to one side, her
camera man, lighting guy and make-up girl were all arguing with the group of
true believers who waved placards and called her names.  
  
It wasn't as if she was even topless - - Wanda had built a healthy career on
teasing, never once showing even a hint of nipple. In fact, some had said that
her reliance on fully clothed shoots where her cleavage was the main
attraction hardly made her an erotic model at all, so why the religious nuts
persecuted her she couldn't work out.  
  
At least it had been a healthy career. This was the last shoot she was likely
to do if her ex-agent was right. No-one wanted the hassle that this group was
bringing with them, including her agent who'd said he had other, less
troublesome clients to manage, leaving Wanda looking around for work on her
own. It had taken her a month to find someone willing to do this tame bikini
shoot and now, no sooner had they set up, the nuts had arrived.  
  
"Fucking assholes," Wanda cursed. All her hopes and dreams had been pinned on
being a top model and she knew she had the body for it. Short and slim but
curvy in all the right places, she had one thing the other non-nude models
didn't. Or rather two things: huge but perfectly, 100% natural tits. Sure, the
years of carting them around had started taking their toll and maybe she could
do with a lift, but at least they were all her own. Now of course, everything
was at risk because of the guys with the placards.  
  
The irony was the main reason Wanda had never gone topless let alone naked was
she was a good Catholic girl. Well, mostly. Sure she'd had sex with guys
wearing rubbers, but reveal her goods to the world? Never!  
  
"Miss Soldado?" a woman said from behind her.  
  
Wanda stood and turned to see a gorgeous auburn haired woman who looked
totally over dressed for the beach and the sun. Despite her tight fitting
business suit that clung to her every curve - - including the huge pair of
tits that pushed against her shirt - - she didn't look hot or flustered.  
  
"I'm Charlene Nicholson," she said, smiling and holding out her hand.  
  
Wanda automatically reached out and shook it, her eyes closing and a groan
escaping her as an image rushed into her mind.  
  
In her mind's eye she saw herself as clear as day, spread-eagled naked on a
huge bed, her hands cupping her enormous mounds while between her legs,
lifting her hips up to her own, was this woman, Charlene. She too was naked,
thrusting what must have been a strap-on cock deep into Wanda's pussy,
Charlene's great, round melons moving in time with her thrusts. Even in that
briefest of flashes, Wanda couldn't help but notice her own tits were bigger,
rounder, more upright and she realised they were fakes! She had huge implants!  
  
Wanda released her hand and stepped back, trying to catch her breath. She
glanced down and saw her nipples were rock hard, poking through both her
bikini and her wrap, while her panties were almost soaked she was so horny.  
  
"What the fuck?" she gasped, trying to reconcile the sudden appearance of that
image in her head. The closest she'd ever come to having sex with a girl was a
threesome an ex-boyfriend had tricked her into. He'd got her and a friend
drunk and convinced Wanda to let the other girl play with her big tits as he
fucked her, but that was all that had happened. She'd never been attracted to
other girls and the only shoots she'd done with other models were all fully
clothed, not even in bikinis.  
  
"Are you all right, Miss Soldado?" Charlene asked.  
  
"Fuck yeah," Wanda groaned, reaching up and cupping her own tits for a brief
second before remembering where she was. "What the hell was that?"  
  
"What was what, Miss Soldado?" Charlene asked.  
  
That image of you fucking me, was what Wanda wanted to say but realised she'd
sound as insane as the religious nuts who were still waving their signs and
shouting at her.  
  
"Nothing - - nothing," she eventually said. "What do you want?"  
  
"My father is Damian Nicholson. He runs one of the largest modelling agencies
in the country and has heard all about the troubles you've been having,"
Charlene said, nodding her head towards the protestors. "He'd love to meet up
and offer you the chance to get your career back on track. If you'd like to,
we can offer a free, all-in trip up to LA which is yours even if you decide
not to sign up with us."  
  
Charlene reached into her pocket and took out a card, handing it over to
Wanda. Their fingers brushed against each other and for a split second Wanda
again saw the image of herself being fucked by this woman, the image of her
own new, fake breasts clear in her mind.  
  
"Details are all on the card, Miss Soldado," Charlene said before turning and
walking away. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I hope you'll - -
come - - and see us," she said before walking off.  
  
Wanda slumped back in the chair and found herself thinking of the large dildo
in her bedroom, cursing the fact it would take her hours to get back home.  
  
† † † † †  
  
Charlene stepped into her office, taking her jacket off and throwing it on to
the sofa to one side. She sat in the chair at her desk, switching on the large
screen monitor and then the PC to the side. As the machine booted up, she
undid the first few buttons of her shirt, the sides almost springing apart in
relief, her huge tits relaxing a little more in their still constrictive bra,
her cleavage deep and inviting. She pulled her hair free of the clips, letting
it tumble down past her shoulders.  
  
With the machine up and running, she quickly opened up a particular piece of
software and entered user and password details, smiling at the thought of what
anyone else would think if they knew what this was capable of. A few moments
later, a window opened on the monitor showing the silhouette of a man sat in a
chair. The only part of him that was clearly visible was his hands, the dark,
almost red skin and his jet black nails incongruous with his neat suit
sleeves.  
  
"Charlene," he said, his voice dark and rich. "How did it go?"  
  
"All according to plan, father," Charlene said. "I met all three of them and
gave them our details along with a little - - taster - - of things to come."  
  
"Excellent. Do you think they'll all arrive?"  
  
"We can't be a hundred percent, of course, what with their damned free will,
but I think so, yes," She paused for a moment. "I think Soldado might be our
biggest problem. She's Catholic, as you know."  
  
Damian Nicholson's silhouette nodded. "True, but we've never really had much
difficulty with the church in the past. They're all so repressed once they get
a taste of it they're putty in our hands. Still, it's worth bearing in mind.
Well done, I'm very pleased."  
  
"Thank you, father," Charlene said, bowing her head.  
  
"I'll speak to you soon," he said and the window went dark.  
  
Charlene closed the program down and turned instead to her pictures folder,
opening up a slideshow that displayed pictures of the three women she'd
recently met. They slowly moved from one to another, showing Jardin Découpage
in a bikini, then Debbie Romani in lingerie, then Wanda Soldado in a tight
T-shirt, then Jardin again, then Debbie, then Wanda, over and over.  
  
Charlene unbuttoned her shirt completely then undid the clasp at the front of
her bra, her enormous mounds filling her hands, her nipples hard and dark. She
lifted one up, bending her neck so she could lick and suck at her own nipple
before doing the same with the other, leaving a trail of saliva across her
firm yet pliant orbs.  
  
She quickly pulled her skirt up and placed her feet wide apart on the edge of
the desk, running her fingers across the sopping material of her thin panties,
gasping as she felt the heat and moisture of her pussy. Her fingers eased the
silk aside and easily slipped inside the wet folds of her twat while she
continued to grope and maul at her tits with her other hand.  
  
Staring at the screen the whole time, watching the procession of big titted,
non-nude models on the monitor, Charlene shuddered and moaned as she brought
herself to orgasm, thinking of how good it would feel to be doing this with
Jardin.  

And Debbie.  
  
And Wanda.




        Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 02


CHAPTER TWO  
  
The internet's top three non-nude models, Jardin Découpage, Debbie Romani and
Wanda Soldado, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography
studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. They held flags of their
native countries in front of them, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union
Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight
across their big, expansive tits.  
  
In front of them, the photographer Reinhard clicked away while his lighting
assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector.
Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured
in stills and high definition video.  
  
At the back of the room, watching intently, was the girls' agent
representative, Charlene Nicholson. Despite being there in an official
capacity, she wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled
over her huge, braless tits. Charlene had started out on her own modelling
career that morning but this shoot was all about Jardin, Debbie and Wanda.  
  
"Okay girls, moment of truth," the photographer said.  
  
Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly,
began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in
their careers, the three of them were about to go topless - - and they were
doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene's father's company.  
  
More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and
Charlene smiled, remembering how they'd arrived here.  
  
† † † † †  
  
Just two days before, Jardin had walked into the offices of Nicholson's Models
and told the pretty receptionist that she had an appointment. She'd flown from
New York on an all expenses paid trip after a brief meeting with Charlene
who'd told her they were interested in taking her on and rejuvenating her non-
nude modelling career. It had hit rock bottom recently with her ex-manager
(and also now ex-boyfriend) Frederico leaving her in trouble with the IRS and
him on the run from the police.  
  
Figuring she had nothing to lose, she'd accepted the offer and arrived at the
offices in L.A.  
  
"Jardin?" said a familiar voice. She turned and saw Wanda Soldado, the all
natural busty Latina model she'd met a few times over the years and even done
a photoshoot with. Wanda, too, was a non-nude model, the pair of them making
their names by not showing their large tits, and only posing in bikinis or
lingerie.  
  
"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked, stepping over to her and giving her a
brief hug as Jardin air-kissed both her cheeks. They'd gotten on when they'd
worked together but were not close, each one aware that the other was a
potential threat to her fame.  
  
"I have an appointment," Jardin said with just the hint of a French accent.
"Monsieur Nicholson is apparently interested in helping me with my modelling."  
  
"Yeah, I heard about the crap you're going through," Wanda said. "Who knew
Frederico was such a bastard, eh?"  
  
"Oui," Jardin said with a shrug. "But what of you? Why are you here today?"  
  
"Same reason, would you believe? I've been dropped by my agent and am looking
for work."  
  
Despite being one of the tamer models on the internet, Wanda's work had been
targeted over the last year by a religious group who appeared at her every
shoot waving banners and shouting slogans, disrupting everything. It had
reached the point where no-one wanted to work with her because of the trouble
she attracted. That she was a Catholic and had never gone topless let alone
nude didn't seem to bother the protestors.  
  
"Ah, the church people," Jardin said. "I heard about them. They are crazy,
oui?"  
  
"Damn fucking right they are," Wanda said. "I can't get a single job with
those fuckers turning up every time."  
  
"It seems we have both been having some troubles," Jardin said.  
  
"Debbie Romani to see Mr Nicholson," came from behind them. They turned to see
the ex-model standing at reception. When the receptionist asked her to wait
for a moment, Debbie turned round and froze, seeing the glares of the other
two models.  
  
Debbie had been the internet's most successful non-nude model before she'd
quit and tried to become an actress, a career move that had failed when the
British companies she'd worked for simply wanted her to flash some flesh for
the camera. Before her TV career had bombed, she'd spoken out in several
interviews, claiming that the non-nude models who followed her were never
going to be as good or successful as she had been. While she hadn't named
anyone specifically, Jardin and Wanda had known the remarks were aimed at them
and a long standing grudge had developed.  
  
"Jardin. Wanda. How nice to see you both," Debbie said quietly, her English
accent grating to their ears. In all truth, she was ashamed of the things
she'd said in the interviews, having been prompted by her now ex-manager to
say them to stir up some controversy.  
  
"Pah!" Jardin said with a derisive flick of her head. Wanda raised her hand
and popped her middle finger at Debbie.  
  
"Ladies? Mr Nicholson will see you now," the receptionist said, indicating a
large, wood-panelled door off to the side.  
  
"All of us?" Jardin asked.  
  
"That's right," the receptionist said.  
  
Jardin and Wanda glared at Debbie again and stalked ahead into the room,
leaving her trailing behind on her own.  
  
The room was spacious but dominated by a large white sofa which faced a desk
on which was a huge TV screen. At first the three models thought they were
alone in the room before they heard the sound of heels approaching from a
large alcove. They turned to see the woman who had invited them all here,
Charlene Nicholson.  
  
"Good morning ladies," she said, walking over with a tray containing three
glasses, a pitcher of water, some cordial and a pitcher of orange juice. She
wore a conservative dress suit but, as before, her blouse struggled at the
buttons to contain the huge pair of tits it tried so desperately to hide.
"Please, be seated," she said, nodding to the sofa, placing the tray on the
small table in front of it. "Can I get you a drink?"  
  
"I'll take some OJ," Wanda said, sitting at one end of the sofa. Charlene
poured her a glass and handed it to her, noting Wanda's gaze drifting to the
deep cleavage visible in Charlene's bent over position. Wanda realised she'd
be caught and blushed slightly.  
  
"I will have water, s'il vous plait," Jardin said, sitting next to Wanda. She
too couldn't help but stare at Charlene's impressive bust as it pushed down
against her blouse and looked away when Charlene smiled at her.  
  
"Some cordial, please," Debbie said, sitting at the other end of the sofa, as
far from the other two as she could, Jardin pointedly moving closer to Wanda.
Her gaze, too, was drawn to their host's huge tits and she found herself
hoping a button or two would pop.  
  
Unknown to the others, each of the models had had a strange experience when
they'd met Charlene for the first time. Each had received a flash of an image
of Charlene making love with them and while it had only lasted a second, it
had left them all incredibly horny. Jardin had ended up in her shower, fucking
herself with a shampoo bottle; Debbie had sat half naked in her hotel room,
fingering her pussy; Wanda had retrieved the largest of her dildos and screwed
herself silly with it.  
  
"I'm so glad you all decided to come and speak with my father," Charlene said,
standing up. "Hopefully you'll decide to work with us and we can all become
much closer friends."  
  
"Where is your father?" Jardin asked.  
  
Charlene turned round to the large screen on the desk, more than aware of the
three models staring at her pert ass in her tight skirt. She pressed the ON
button and stood to one side as the screen lit up.  
  
Damian Nicholson appeared on screen, sat at a desk wearing an open necked
shirt and a jacket. He was perhaps 50 or so but looked good so it was
difficult to tell; his hair was dark and thick and he sported a neatly trimmed
goatee; his eyes were dark but almost sparkled and his smile was genuine and
white.  
  
"Ladies, it is so very good to see you in the flesh, so to speak," he said,
his rich, deep voice a pleasure to their ears. "First, my apologies for not
being there. Unavoidable business keeps me from meeting you which, believe me,
is something I truly wished to do today."  
  
"You can see us?" Jardin asked with some surprise.  
  
"But of course," Nicholson said, pointing upwards. The models glanced up and
noticed a small, discrete camera attached to the top of the screen and
directed at them. "Technology, eh?" he said with a laugh. "I hope my darling
daughter has attended to your refreshment requirements?"  
  
"All done, father," Charlene said. "As you can see, our guests have their
drinks in hand,"  
  
"Excellent," Nicholson said, reaching off screen and picking up a small
tumbler of liquid. "Then may we have a quick toast to an amiable meeting and a
beneficial one if nothing else?" he asked, raising his glass. He waited until
the three models had raised their own glasses and watched as all three drank.  
  
"Now then, to business," he said. "You have all, through no fault of your own,
fallen on hard times over the last year or two, is that fair to say?" The
models nodded. "And it would be useful for all of you to resurrect your
modelling careers if only for the sake of financial requirements, yes? Well,
my company is willing to take you on to our books, to represent you and find
you work, but not with other agencies or websites. We would manage you
exclusively; all your new content would appear on our site alone and you would
retain a majority copyright on that content so that whenever we lease it to
another site or publication, you will continue to be paid for it. We look
after our girls here, ladies, and are not in the habit of ripping people off."  
  
Wanda and Jardin smiled at each other; Charlene smiled sympathetically at
Debbie.  
  
"However, what we can't do is produce the same old things people - - your fans
- - are used to. Debbie, if I may start with you," Nicholson reached for a
file and opened it up, flicking through it as he spoke. "You had an excellent
portfolio when it came to mixing lingerie and bikini shoots. You could look
both innocent and, if you don't mind me saying, downright horny in either
outfit. Those magnificent breasts of yours are only part of your appeal,
though, as you have - - and I hope the others will forgive me here - - the
best arse I've seen in a long time."  
  
Debbie actually blushed while Jardin and Wanda glared at her. Or at least they
started to. Both of them wanted to refute the compliment she'd been paid but
they had to admit, Debbie had a fantastic ass.  
  
"Wanda," he said, pulling another file over. "You've concentrated mostly on
bikini and standard street wear shoots, not bothering very much with lingerie
and as a result, you're less of a sex kitten and more of the girl next door,
albeit one with a large pair of natural breasts. The curse of naturals, as I'm
sure you know, is that they'll head south quite quickly and that cleavage
flashing is only going to take you so far."  
  
Wanda surprised herself; had anyone else said that on their first meeting, she
would have delivered a mouthful of abuse but coming from Nicholson, she
actually found herself agreeing.  
  
"And Jardin. Of all of you, you're the one with the largest apparent
contradiction. You know you're making your fans horny; the way you cup and
fondle your breasts leaves no doubt you know they're there to make men hard.
You've done more than one video where you put yourself in a situation that
screams sex and yet - - you never go topless, you never go that extra inch or
two, leaving your fans disappointed and, ultimately, bored."  
  
Jardin would normally dismiss such criticism but, like Wanda, she found
herself nodding, realising the truth of what he'd said.  
  
"Now all three of you need to do something to break free of those roles you've
put yourself in and, if you agree to work for me, the most obvious thing is
the easiest: you all go topless."  
  
Debbie, Jardin and Wanda stared at the man on the screen. They'd had numerous
requests for topless shoots in their careers and every time they'd said no.
They were non-nude models, for God's sake! It didn't matter how much of their
breasts they showed if there were no nipples on view. They could be as
revealing as they wanted and still be classed as non-nude.  
  
And now, this man offering them a job if they'd go topless - - it was - - it
was - -  
  
"You know my father's right, girls," Charlene said. "This whole hide the
nipples thing is just ludicrous. You've all done the hand bra shoot, you've
all had the occasional nip slip and the world hasn't ended, so what's the big
deal?"  
  
"For what it's worth," Nicholson said, "Charlene is about to embark on a
career as a model as well, working alongside you and she's more than ready to
go topless. Aren't you, dear?"  
  
"Ready and willing," Charlene said, smiling at the three women on the sofa.
"Care to join me, girls?"  
  
"Oh what the fuck," Wanda said after a pause. "I need to get back into things,
so yeah, I'm in."  
  
"Oui, so am I," Jardin said. They both looked over at Debbie.  
  
"Bugger it. Yes, I'll do it," Debbie said.  
  
"Excellent. You've made the right choice, ladies. Charlene will draw
everything up and we can get to work in a day or two. Welcome to your new
lives, ladies."  
  
† † † † †  
  
A couple of days later, after a long morning's shoot where they'd slowly lost
various items of clothing, the internet's top three non-nude models, Jardin,
Debbie and Wanda, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography
studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. Held in front of them
were the flags of their native countries, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the
Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled
tight across their big, expansive tits.  
  
Before them, Reinhard the photographer clicked away while his lighting
assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector.
Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured
in stills and high definition video.  
  
Charlene sat at the back of the room, watching intently. Her own modelling
career had started that morning, posing alongside the other three for the non-
nude shots before her own topless pictures were to be taken the day after. She
wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled over her huge,
braless tits, her nipples hard and poking against the soft cotton.  
  
"Okay girls, moment of truth," the photographer said.  
  
Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly,
began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in
their careers, the three of them were about to go topless - - and they were
doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene's father's company.  
  
More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and
Charlene smiled as, with a little flourish, all three flags fell to the floor
revealing the girls' huge naked tits to the camera for the first time.  
  
"Oh my God," Reinhard said quietly, snapping away with his camera.  
  
All three girls cupped their own big tits and hefted them towards the camera,
smiling and laughing all the time.  
  
"Fucking hell," Adam sighed.  
  
Debbie, in the middle, put her arms around the waists of Jardin and Wanda and
pulled them close, their big tits squashing against her own as they angled
their bodies towards her.  
  
Charlene crossed her legs, fighting the urge to slip her fingers into her
G-string and ease them inside her now sopping wet pussy.  
  
She didn't know what it was that her father had supplied her with to slip into
their drinks the other day, but if it was this easy to get them to go topless,
she wondered what else they'd be doing soon enough.




        Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 03


"Wow. You two look fantastic."  
  
Jardin Découpage and Debbie Romani turned to the speaker, both of them smiling
when they saw their agent's daughter and fellow model, Charlene Nicholson
stood in the doorway, her hands behind her back. Though she wore a simple pair
of jeans and a T-shirt, she still managed to exude a raw sexuality that the
two models couldn't help being attracted to. Though neither of them - - nor
their friend and co-model Wanda Soldado - - had admitted it to anyone, each of
them had fantasised about Charlene since their first meeting when they had
each been assailed by a graphic vision of Charlene fucking them with a
realistic strap-on.  
  
Jardin and Debbie felt themselves blush a little at her compliment, each of
them glancing at the other. They both wore black fishnet stockings and the
tiniest of g-strings, their huge, fake tits encased in satin corsets, Jardin's
in black, Debbie's in red. The corsets were deliberately a little too small
for them, pushing up their gorgeous, big tits so that the rounded tops
appeared tantalisingly over the satin, at the same time forming a deep
cleavage that looked oh so inviting.  
  
"Merci, Charlene," Jardin said, her lilting French accent making her sound
even sexier.  
  
"Thank you," Debbie said, her clipped English accent a lovely contrast to
Jardin's. "To be honest, I think we're both a little nervous," she said,
Jardin nodding in agreement.  
  
Charlene smiled at them. Only a week or two before, there had been some bad
blood between them, the result of some catty remarks Debbie had made in
interviews about Jardin taking her place as the internet's top non-nude model.
Now though, they were getting on famously.  
  
"I thought you might be a bit worried," Charlene said, bringing her hands from
behind her back. "So I brought you each a small drink. Don't worry, it's
nothing too strong - - just a fruit juice with a natural relaxant."  
  
Jardin and Debbie reached out and took the small tumblers Charlene held, both
models sneaking glances at the huge mounds beneath Charlene's T-shirt. Neither
of them had entertained any thoughts of sex with another woman until they'd
met their agent's daughter and now, it seemed, they could hardly think of
anything else.  
  
"This is, how you say, a pretty big step, non?" Jardin asked, sipping at her
drink. "Our shoot today, I mean."  
  
"We've both done lingerie shoots in the past," Debbie said, drinking her
juice, "but never topless. And never with another woman."  
  
Charlene smiled comfortingly at them. "Well, it's like my father said a couple
of days ago - - "  
  
† † † † †  
  
"It's time to up the ante, ladies."  
  
Damian Nicholson looked out at them from the large TV screen on his desk. They
still had yet to meet him in the flesh as he was always away on business, but
the video conference calls kept them in touch. Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, along
with Charlene, sat on the large leather couch in the spacious living room of
Nicholson's house, though mansion might have been a better word. He'd had his
drivers pick them up a few days before and transport them from their hotels to
stay in his house along with Charlene. Since the launch of their new website
that exclusively hosted their topless pictures, the women were suddenly back
among the most wanted models.  
  
"Now Wanda," Nicholson said, smiling at the brunette. "You first. As I said
when we first spoke a while back, those gorgeous natural tits of yours are
only going to take you so far. That first shoot of the three of you topless
together? We could all see the difference between you and Jardin and Debbie.
What I'd like is for you to agree to getting your breasts enhanced like the
others have."  
  
Not that long ago, Wanda would have laughed at the idea - - her natural
breasts were something she'd treasured and she'd privately scorned the idea of
getting them done. Now though, she found herself agreeing.  
  
"I guess they could do with a little improvement," she said, hefting her big
tits through her T-shirt.  
  
"Excellent. Charlene will take care of the arrangements. We can use my private
surgeon who did hers; they use a new technique that'll have you healed and up
and about in just a few days with a new pair of tits the fans will love."  
  
"Really? I thought it took weeks to heal?" Wanda said.  
  
"Not this guy," Charlene said. "I was fine in just a couple of days. No
scarring, no redness or swelling. I mean, you three have seen them, right? You
know they look good."  
  
Charlene cupped her big tits and moulded them with her hands, the three models
watching intently, each one privately wishing it was they who had their hands
on her huge mounds. Charlene's topless modelling career had started at the
same time as theirs and they'd all seen her first shoots; unknown to the
others, they'd all masturbated that evening to thoughts of Charlene naked.  
  
"They do look good," Debbie said quietly.  
  
"So, as I said," Nicholson continued, "we need to do something more. While
Wanda's getting her boobs made even better than they are now, I'd like Debbie
and Jardin to pose together. Not just standing next to each other, but to give
the fans a little something to whet their appetite."  
  
"What do you want?" Jardin asked with a little trepidation.  
  
"Nothing too steamy," Nicholson said. "The pair of you in lingerie with the
hint that, maybe, after the cameras are put away, you two would get a little
more intimate."  
  
"A bit of gentle making out is all we're after," Charlene said. "Obviously,
only as much as you're comfortable with."  
  
Jardin and Debbie looked at each other. Not so long ago they couldn't bear to
be in the same room as each other and now they were being asked to make out.  
  
"What do you think, Jardin?" Debbie asked her.  
  
"Well, I suppose it could work," she said.  
  
"Excellent," Nicholson said. "And if this is a successful shoot, if you girls
really work it, I'm sure Charlene would be more than happy to pose with you
next time."  
  
Jardin and Debbie both looked hungrily at Charlene. "Oh, we'll make it work,"
Debbie said, her heart racing at the thought of getting close to Charlene.  
  
† † † † †  
  
"My God," Reinhard said as Debbie and Jardin walked on to the set - - a large
double bed covered with a quilt and several pillows set against a stark white
background - - and took their positions on either side of it. "You two look
absolutely fucking gorgeous," he said.  
  
"You're not wrong," his assistant Adam said, setting the high definition
cameras running.  
  
"I'm glad you like their look," Charlene said from the doorway. "Remember,
girls, make this as sexy as you can. I look forward to seeing the finished
video and pictures." She waved goodbye to the four of them.  
  
"Okay, girls," Reinhard said. "Let's get started."  
  
The first part of the shoot went as expected by both Debbie and Jardin.
Reinhard directed them into various poses both singly and together. There was
a lot of genuine smiles, some deep cleavage shots, the pair of them kneeling
on the bed, their perfect asses pointed at the camera as they looked over
their shoulders. All of which they'd done before.  
  
As Adam adjusted the lighting reflectors and Reinhard altered some settings on
his camera, Jardin leaned towards Debbie as they both lay back on the bed.  
  
"This is perhaps not as sexy as Charlene was hoping for, maybe?" she
whispered. "We have not even opened our corsets yet."  
  
"I know," Debbie agreed. "Maybe we need to take the initiative?"  
  
"Oui," Jardin whispered. "I think you are right."  
  
Debbie's eyes widened as Jardin leaned closer and kissed her, tentatively at
first but then, as Debbie's mouth opened, with more and genuine passion.
Jardin brought her hand up the silky corset and cupped one of Debbie's huge
tits, gently squeezing it as their tongues duelled in each other's mouth.
Debbie moaned and returned the favour, filling her hand with one of Jardin's
big mounds, feeling her nipple stiffen through the fabric.  
  
Reinhard and Adam both turned at the sound of Debbie's moan and stared for the
briefest of seconds as two of the most gorgeous women they'd set eyes on made
out together on a large bed. In an instant, though, both of them had their
cameras in hand, taking stills and video of the action.  
  
Jardin looked up and smiled at Reinhard's camera for a moment as she undid the
clasps on Debbie's corset, the two sides springing apart as Debbie's huge tits
were finally freed from the too small lingerie, her small, dark nipples hard
as stone. Jardin didn't hesitate but leaned down and slowly licked around the
crinkled skin, sucking hard on her nipple.  
  
"Oh God - - oh, bloody hell that's good," Debbie sighed, cradling Jardin's
head as she sucked first one then the other nipple. "Let me - - let me do
yours," she gasped.  
  
Jardin let her nipples go and moved up the bed, still leaning on her side, her
huge tits now swelling over the top of her corset above Debbie's head. The
English model reached up and pulled Jardin's corset open, smiling as Jardin's
big, fake tits almost exploded from the bodice. With a moan of pure lust,
Debbie grabbed one of her mounds, opened her mouth and guided the firm orb to
her, sucking and gently biting her nipple.  
  
"Oui, suce-moi," Jardin gasped, watching her friend get as much of her tit
between her lips as she could. She parted her legs and slipped her hand inside
the tiny lace G-string she wore, her fingers finding her soaking wet pussy,
two digits easily dipping inside. She had never been this horny, never been
this wet. "Dieu - - tout va bien," she moaned, fingering her sopping twat,
watching Debbie all the while.  
  
Debbie mimicked her, drawing her own legs up and spreading them wide. Still
nursing on Jardin's big jugs, she slid her free hand into her own G-string,
across the small, trimmed landing strip of her pubes and pushed two fingers
deep into her cunt.  
  
"Let me," Jardin whispered, taking her own fingers out of her pussy and
reaching over to Debbie's. Pushing her G-string aside, she slid her two juice
covered fingers into Debbie's cunt alongside hers.  
  
"Oh fuck!" Debbie cried, four fingers now working in her soaking pussy,
sliding over and around each other. Jardin leaned down and kissed her, their
tongues deep in each other's mouths as they finger fucked her. "Oh God!"
Debbie gasped, thrusting her cunt up over and over as they moved their fingers
faster and deeper. "Fucking - - cumming!" she cried, her pussy spasming and
clutching around their fingers until she could take no more and had to push
Jardin's hand away, laying back and gasping for air.  
  
Jardin looked down at her, smiling. "Was that good?" she asked after a minute
or so.  
  
Debbie smiled back, nodding. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard or fast,"
she said.  
  
"Bon. And have you recovered?" Debbie nodded again. "Bon," Jardin said,
climbing up and over her, flinging one leg over her side and leaning up
against the headboard of the bed, her knees spread wide either side of
Debbie's head. She hastily tore her G-string off and tossed it to one side.
"Eat me," she said not unkindly.  
  
Debbie's eyes widened for a moment as she saw Jardin's moist, plump pussy
descending towards her face but then reached up, grabbed her taut butt cheeks
and pulled her down. She kissed her pussy tenderly, running her tongue along
the soaked furrow, tasting another woman for the very first time, licking
gently at her clit before pushing her tongue as deep into her cunt as she
could.  
  
"Ahhhh - - oui - - oui - - manger ma chatte," Jardin moaned, loving the feel
of Debbie's hands on her ass as she pulled her cunt down on to her tongue. She
cupped one of her big tits and pulled it upwards, bending her head and licking
at her own nipple. She gasped as Debbie moved her hand round and easily pushed
three fingers deep into her pussy, fucking them in and out as she lick and
sucked at her clit.  
  
"Ugggnnnnn - - oui - - oui," Jardin sighed, feeling the tell tale trembling in
her insides as her orgasm built, her thighs shaking as she pushed her twat
down on to Debbie's face and fingers until, with a drawn out grown, she came
for the first time with another woman.  
  
Debbie pushed her tongue deeper into Jardin's pussy, loving the feeling of her
cunt clutching and twitching around her fingers, thrusting them in and out,
working her pussy through her orgasm until Jardin could take no more and
twisted away, falling back on to the bed. Debbie instantly rose up and crawled
over her, their huge tits squashing together as they kissed passionately,
swapping Jardin's pussy juices.  
  
"Fucking hell that was hot," Reinhard said.  
  
The two models looked up at him and Adam and giggled, remembering they were
there and that the whole thing had been filmed.  
  
"Do you think that will be sexy enough for Charlene?" Debbie whispered to
Jardin.  
  
"Oh, certainemaint," Jardin whispered back. "But who will be in the photo
shoot with her?"  
  
Debbie leaned down and kissed her. "I've a feeling she'd be happy to have us
both," she said and instantly thought of the vision she'd had when first
meeting Charlene, of herself on hands and knees as Charlene fucked her from
behind with a strap-on.  
  
"And maybe she will wear a fake cock, eh?" Jardin asked, thinking of the
vision she had had with Charlene.  
  
Debbie looked at her, wondering how she knew what she was thinking.  
  
"I think we should compare notes," she said, moving lower and licking at
Jardin's still erect nipples. "Let's go back to my room," she said.




        Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 04


"Good Lord, Wanda," Debbie Romani said, "they look amazing."  
  
"Oui, ils sont incroyables," Jardin Découpage agreed.  
  
Wanda Soldado, their friend and until recently fellow non-nude model, stood in
front of them holding her blouse open. Her once all-natural tits had been
enhanced at the suggestion of their agent, Damian Nicholson, and she now
proudly showed off the result: two gorgeous, round fake tits that were bigger
than her originals, bringing her up to the same size and shape as those of
Debbie and Jardin.  
  
"I can't fucking believe how quickly they've healed," Wanda said, cupping both
her new tits, "or how good they feel," she said, her nipples hardening beneath
her fingers. She could feel her pussy moisten, the G-string she wore beneath
her jeans becoming damp. Despite having been blessed with big tits, Wanda had
never found them to be that sensitive; her new and enhanced pair were
different and she found herself getting horny just by touching them.  
  
"Before you get carried away," Debbie said with some difficulty, tearing her
gaze away from her friend's tits, "we need to talk about Charlene."  
  
"Fine," Wanda said, pouting playfully, closing her blouse over her huge jugs.
She sat on one of the large chairs dotting the room while Debbie and Jardin
remained seated on the big couch.  
  
Since signing with Damian Nicholson, their agent, the three former non-nude
models had re-launched their careers with a series of topless shoots. To
protect them from the attention this had received, Nicholson had moved them
into his huge LA mansion where they each had a suite of rooms comprising a
sitting room, bedroom and bathroom, with a communal kitchen staffed by a chef
and two assistants at their beck and call. They were currently sat in Wanda's
sitting room, Debbie and Jardin having the day off to meet their friend who
had just returned from her boob job.  
  
"So, what's up?" Wanda asked. "Charlene decide which of you lucky bitches are
going to post with her after that video you shot?"  
  
Debbie and Jardin swapped a brief glance, both of them smiling shyly. Their
first photo and video shoot together had meant to be steamy but, to the
surprise of both of them, they'd ended up having full blown sex, fingering
each other's pussies and Debbie even eating Jardin out. That a shoot with
Charlene had been on offer had started out as an incentive, but they'd
obviously enjoyed each other even without that.  
  
"You have seen the video?" Jardin asked.  
  
"Oh yeah," Wanda said with a big grin. "Charlene sent me it last night. Have
to admit, I've never been into girl-girl stuff but you two looked fucking hot
together."  
  
"Did it - - did it get you hot?" Debbie asked, a little nervously.  
  
Wanda paused before answering. "Honestly? Yeah, it did," she said quietly. "I
watched it five or six times, watched you fingering each other and you know
what I wanted? I wanted to be there with you, fucking and sucking right
alongside you."  
  
Jardin and Debbie smiled at their friend's admission.  
  
"I have a feeling the three of us will be starring together soon, non?" she
said.  
  
"I don't doubt it," Debbie said, watching Wanda's hand subconsciously slide
into her blouse, cupping her new, big tits. "But that's not what we want to
talk about."  
  
"When you first met Charlene," Jardin asked Wanda, "did you experience
anything - - how you say? - - out of the ordinary?"  
  
Wanda looked from one to the other. "Yeah, you could say that," she said.
"When I shook her hand, I had this - - this vision of her and me fucking. I
was laid on my back and she was holding my hips up, fucking me with this big,
fake cock that looked really real. And now I think about it, I had these huge,
false tits as well," she said, grabbing her newly enhanced mounds and
squeezing them, forming a deep cleavage that both Debbie and Jardin stared at.
"Something tells me I ain't alone in that," Wanda said.  
  
"When I met her, I had a similar - - vision," Jardin said. "Charlene was
laying on a large bed wearing a - - a big strap-on and - - I was riding up and
down on it."  
  
"I was on all fours on a bed - - and Charlene was - - was doing me from
behind," Debbie said, blushing slightly.  
  
"And yet," Jardin said, "none of us have ever been interested in women before
we met her. But that is not, perhaps, the strangest thing." Wanda frowned at
her. "I was in New York when Charlene met me, Debbie was in England, and you?"  
  
"I was here. Well, in LA, anyway."  
  
"And can you remember the date?" Debbie asked.  
  
"Fuck," Wanda said, trying to think back. "It was a Friday, almost a month ago
now - - oh wait, yeah, it was Friday the thirteenth."  
  
"It was also the same day that Charlene met me and Debbie."  
  
"What? Did she have a private jet or something?"  
  
Debbie shook her head. "No, we've worked out the times, even taking into
account the different time zones. Did she meet you in the afternoon?" Wanda
nodded. "Then somehow, on the same day, and at the same time, she was in New
York, LA and England."  
  
"But that's impossible," Wanda said.  
  
"And yet, it happened," Jardin said.  
  
All three looked up at a sudden knocking at the door. Wanda tucked her blouse
back into her jeans, though she didn't bother doing it up, and answered the
door, finding one of the chef's assistants srood outside, holding a tray.  
  
"Chef thought you might like a light lunch," he said. Wanda thanked him and
took the tray back to the small table in front of the sofa. It held a
collection of cold meats and some salad, a few pickles and sides and some
dressing, along with a jug of orange juice and some glasses.  
  
"You're sure about the date and times?" Wanda asked, pouring each of them a
glass of juice. When they didn't reply, she looked up to find both Debbie and
Jardin staring at her. Or rather, at her huge tits which, as she'd bent over
to pour the drinks, had spilled from her blouse. "Oops," she said with a
laugh, not bothering to put herself back in order.  
  
All three took large gulps of their juice as they picked at the light salad.  
  
"Are we going to ask her about it?" Debbie asked. "You know, being in three
different places, thousands of miles apart at the same time?"  
  
"I don't know," Jardin said. "I cannot think of an explanation for it."  
  
"Maybe she's actually triplets?" Wanda said. "God, can you imagine three of
her? That would be so fucking horny."  
  
"I think it's safe to admit it, now," Jardin said, "that we all want to fuck
her, non?"  
  
Debbie blushed a little but nodded. "I can't stop thinking about her. She was
the first woman I really fantasised about."  
  
"Was the first?" Wanda asked. "That implies there's others."  
  
"Well," Debbie said a little hesitantly at first. "Since we solved our
differences and started modelling together, I've sort of - - well - - been
thinking about you two, as well."  
  
"And I, also," Jardin said, looking from one to the other. "That is why I was
very happy you were - - receptive to me when we posed together," she said to
Debbie. She reached out and took Debbie's hand, pulling her closer. As Wanda
looked on, the two busty models kissed, gently at first then with more
passion, their tongues sliding around each other's.  
  
"God damn, that's hot," Wanda said quietly, watching them making out.  
  
Jardin broke the kiss. "I think Wanda is feeling, how you say, left out?"  
  
Debbie looked over at the American. "What do you say, Wanda? Want to get your
hands on these?" she asked, reaching up and cupping Jardin's huge tits.  
  
"Hell yeah," Wanda said, quickly stepping over the small table and kneeling in
front of the sofa, between Jardin's legs. Between them, Debbie and Jardin
pulled up her T-shirt, freeing her massive jugs, revealing her small, hard
nipples. "Mmmm," Wanda said, leaning forward and, for the first time in her
life, sucking and groping at another woman's tits.  
  
Debbie went back to kissing Jardin, at the same time sliding her hand down her
taut belly and under the waistband of her loose sweatpants. Jardin gasped as
she felt Debbie's fingers slide over her neatly trimmed hair and between her
already soaking pussy lips, spreading the hot folds gently before easing a
finger inside her.  
  
"Uhhhhnnn - - oui - - oh, oui," she sighed, spreading her legs to allow Debbie
even more access.  
  
Wanda glanced down and saw Debbie rummaging in Jardin's pants. "Mind if I join
in?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed a hand down the
front of Jardin's sweat pants, her fingers meeting Debbie's.  
  
Jardin groaned as she felt Wanda slip a finger inside her twat alongside
Debbie, both of them fingering her slowly. "Ooooh, c'est bien," she murmured,
looking up a moment later as Wanda pulled her hand free and knelt back up,
pushing her legs together. Before she could do anything, Jardin watched as
Wanda grabbed her sweatpants and yanked them off, flinging them to the side.
Wanda grabbed her friend's knees and spread her legs again, winking at her
before she dived between them, eager to get her first taste of pussy.  
  
"Uuhhnnnn, oui - -ahhhh - - eat me, mon cher - - ahhhhhh, oui!" Jardin groaned
as Debbie continued gently strumming her clit while Wanda enthusiastically ate
her out, plunging her tongue as deep into her cunt as she could, lapping up
the juices that poured forth.  
  
"Looks like you like the taste of pussy," Debbie said to Wanda, kissing
Jardin's neck. "Want to try mine?" Wanda looked up, her lips shiny with
Jardin's juices, and smiled at her. Debbie quickly sat up and pulled off her
T-shirt, her huge tits jiggling softly, before her shorts went the same way.
She flung one leg over Jardin, straddling her, her big mounds in her face, her
twat and perfect ass pointing towards Wanda.  
  
Wanda grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, shoving her tongue deep into her
soaking wet cunt in one move, licking and slurping at her pussy while Jardin
sucked on Debbie's huge jugs.  
  
"Oh - - oh, bloody hell - - oh, that's good," Debbie sighed as her friends
kissed and licked at her. "Ooooooh!" she exclaimed in surprise as she felt
Wanda raise her head slightly, her tongue darting and licking at her tight
asshole. "Oh - - oh, Jardin - - she's eating my arse!"  
  
"La sale pute," Jardin sighed, slipping two fingers into her own cunt,
fingering herself as she returned to sucking on Debbie's huge tits.  
  
"I like a bit of butt play," Wanda said, kissing Debbie's asshole. "Figured
you would too with this gorgeous fucking ass of yours."  
  
"Oh - - oh - - no-one - - no-one's ever done - - that before," Debbie said,
reaching behind her and helping Wanda spread her butt cheeks, giving her more
room to get her tongue as far into her ass as she could. "Oh God - - oh God,
yes!" she cried as she felt Wanda slide a finger into her pussy and then, a
second later, another one eased into her tight asshole.  
  
"Are you going to cum, mon cher?" Jardin asked her, still finger-fucking
herself.  
  
"Oh God - - oh, God - - yes - - cumming!" Debbie groaned as her body shook
from the stimulation she was receiving, her orgasm racking through her from
the top of her head to her toes. Beneath her, Jardin started gasping as well,
bringing herself off at the same time.  
  
As the two models slowly came down, Wanda moved back, pulling her fingers free
of Debbie's holes. She looked at them as Debbie collapsed on her ass back on
the sofa, and stood slowly, walking off to her bedroom. She returned a moment
later, naked with a large, black rubber dildo in her hands, a smile on her
face.  
  
"You two have had yours, now I want mine," she said, waving the fake dick at
them. She moved them apart and sat between them, Jardin on her right, Debbie
on her left. Spreading her legs wide, she handed the dildo to Jardin, pulling
Debbie's head down on to her huge, fake tits. "That's it, baby," she said,
"suck those big fucking titties."  
  
Debbie did just that, cupping and sucking Wanda's huge, enhanced jugs.  
  
"Come on," Wanda said to Jardin. "Put that big dick to some use."  
  
Jardin reached between Wanda's legs and ran the head of the rubber cock along
her pussy lips before sliding the thick length inside, half its impressive
size easing in on the first stroke she was so wet.  
  
"Oooohhh, fuck yeah, that's it - - fuck my pussy, bitch - - fuck it hard!"
Wanda groaned.  
  
Jardin did as she was told, shoving the thick cock deep into Wanda's cunt hard
and fast, bringing it almost all the way out before ramming it back inside
her, dipping her head and sucking on one of her huge tits as she did, Debbie
sucking on the other. Debbie moved her hand down and under Wanda's ass, gently
fingering her asshole which was slick where her cunt juices had run down from
her pussy. As Jardin continued fucking her pussy with the dildo, Debbie pushed
a finger inside Wanda's ass.  
  
"Ahhhh fuck! Yeah! That's it, bitches - - fuck me - - fuck me good!" Wanda
shouted, holding their heads to her tits.  
  
The pair of them slid their finger or the dildo in and out of her pussy and
ass over and over, building up the tempo as Wanda shouted encouragement until,
with a great gasp and a moan, Wanda came, shaking and shuddering as she did.  
  
"Fuck - - fucking hell," she gasped a few minutes later as the three of them
lay on the sofa. "What have we become?" she asked with a laugh.  
  
† † † † †  
  
Charlene Nicholson sat in her office, watching her computer monitor. There
were two windows open on the large screen, one showing Wanda's sitting room,
the three models relaxing after their sex session. The other showed her father
sat at his desk in his customary suit and tie, his hands clasped in front of
him. His skin, however, was a deep, dark red, his fingernails jet black and
his eyes glowed yellow.  
  
"It seems they're beginning to suspect something's odd," Charlene said to her
father.  
  
"Hardly surprising," Damian Nicholson said. "They've gone from being slightly
prissy models who wouldn't even go topless to having impromptu Sapphic
orgies."  
  
"Shall I initiate the next phase?" Charlene asked, stroking her own huge tits
as she stared at the three naked women on her monitor.  
  
"I think so. I'll leave it up to you which one you choose."  
  
"Thank you, father."  
  
Charlene closed his window, looked back at the three women and smiled.




        Charlene's Not So Non-Nude Angels Ch. 05


_Warning: dickgirls, demons and magic make a strong appearance in this story.
If that's not something you're after, then move along. _  
  
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Charlene sighed as she sat at her desk, looking at the onscreen message from
her father. She'd had plans to draw things out, to tease and have fun with
Jardin, Debbie and Wanda but it was apparently not to be. Her father's plans
had moved faster than either of them had anticipated so they were calling a
halt to their operation here and moving on. Her hope was that the three models
had enjoyed their time here enough to want to come with them.  
  
A knock at her door made her look up and call for her visitor to enter.  
  
"Oh, hello girls. I was just thinking of you," she said as Jardin, Debbie and
Wanda walked in.  
  
"We are wondering, Charlene," Jardin said in her light French accent, "if we
might speak with you."  
  
"Of course, take a seat," she said, indicating the large couch in front of her
desk. She stood and walked around the front of it, leaning her pert ass
against it as the three models sat on the couch. "Actually, I needed to talk
to you as well so this is quite fortunate. You first, though."  
  
The three of them looked at each other before Debbie spoke up in her clipped
British tones.  
  
"We were talking this morning about how we all - - first met you and - - and
when it happened."  
  
"And?"  
  
"Well, we were all thousands of miles apart - - I was in England, Jardin in
New York and Wanda in LA - - but you met us all on the same day at roughly the
same time. Which - - which is impossible."  
  
"That would be unusual. Anything else unusual about when we met?"  
  
"Something - - something happened when we shook your hand."  
  
"And what did happen?" Charlene asked, reaching up and toying with one of the
buttons on her blouse, the sheer white silk stretched tight across her huge
tits.  
  
"Each of us had a - - a vision of you - - having - - having sex with us,"
Debbie said, blushing slightly.  
  
"Really?" Charlene said with a broad grin. "And what was I doing to you all?"  
  
"You were - - you were - - " Debbie faltered and fell silent.  
  
"You were fucking us with a big strap-on," Wanda blurted out.  
  
"Uh-huh. And did you like it?" Charlene said, looking at each of them in turn,
grinning as they all nodded shyly. "And would you like me to do that to you
now?" she asked, popping a couple of buttons on her shirt, exposing more of
her impressive cleavage. "Would you like me to shove a big cock inside you,
one after the other?"  
  
All three watched transfixed as she undid more and more buttons, her silk
blouse falling open, her huge, fake tits encased in a black lace bra that
pushed them up and together forming a deep, dark, inviting cleavage.  
  
"Fuck yes," Wanda said quietly, reaching up and cupping her own tits through
her T-shirt.  
  
"But - - how could you be - - in three places at once?" Jardin asked, trying
desperately to remember the reason they were there.  
  
"Because I'm not human," Charlene said, unzipping her skirt and letting it
fall to the floor, standing before them in her bra, black lace hold up
stockings and a tiny black G-string. "My father and I are magical creatures -
- demons, I suppose you'd call us - - and we have powers that you can only
dream of. But," she paused and pulled aside her underwear, sliding two fingers
into her sopping, hairless pussy as the other women stared enraptured. "Mmmmm
- - fuck - - ahhhh, yeah," she sighed, gently stroking at her clit. "But you
can enjoy them, too - - mmmmm - - if you'd like to join us,"  
  
Debbie, Jardin and Wanda watched her finger fuck herself in front of them, her
words not registering at first.  
  
"Demons?" Debbie said at last. "But they - - they don't exist."  
  
"Really?" Charlene said. She leaned back against the desk, raising her left
foot and placing it on the wooden surface, her fingers still working in her
now splayed open pussy. "Would you like to see my true form? My demon self?"  
  
Without waiting for an answer, Charlene sighed and closed her eyes. Her skin
began to darken, as did her hair, the former turning a deep crimson, the
latter becoming jet black as did her nails. Her already big tits swelled,
becoming even bigger yet remaining high and firm on her chest. Sprouting from
behind her, above her perfect ass cheeks, a long, prehensile tail appeared, a
few inches thick, the end of it slightly bulbous. Her underwear dissolved,
stockings, G-string and bra simply falling away in tatters leaving her
completely naked, her now dark red nipples exposed. Two thick horns sprouted
from the top of her forehead, rounded at the ends rather than pointed.  
  
Fingers still sliding in and out of her juicy pussy, Charlene opened her now
yellow, cat like eyes and smiled at them.  
  
The three models sat stunned, watching as Charlene's long tail slid around her
belly, up between her huge tits and nuzzled against her mouth. A long, spit
covered, forked tongue lolled out of her mouth and wrapped around her tail,
moving up and down, as if it was jerking off a big dick. None of the models
were that surprised when the bulbous head of the tail expanded a little, skin
rolling back to reveal a flared cock head. It moved up and Charlene purred in
delight as she started to suck on the end of her own tail/cock.  
  
"Fucking hell," Wanda whispered, the first to find her voice.  
  
"Vous avez dit que," Jardin breathed.  
  
"That - - that's impossible," Debbie said.  
  
Charlene popped her tail out of her mouth and licked the end, pre-cum
dribbling down its length.  
  
"And yet here I stand before you," she said. "If you'd like to join in,
there's more to go round," she said. At her words, the skin above her pussy
bulged briefly before a thick, foot long cock emerged, the rounded knob's slit
dripping clear pre-cum as it bobbed in front of her.  
  
Charlene hefted one of her huge tits and licked her nipple, her long forked
tongue leaving a stream of saliva on the red orb. One hand continued sliding
her fingers in and out of her cunt, the other took hold of her big cock and
jerked on it slowly.  
  
"Oh my God," Wanda said, unable to tear her eyes from the sight. "I - - I have
got to have some of that," she said.  
  
To the surprise of her friends, she stood and rushed over to Charlene. She
dropped to her knees and without ceremony buried her face in her twat, eagerly
slurping and sucking at the folds, cramming her tongue up her cunt. At the
same time she reached up and wrapped her fingers around Charlene's meaty
shaft, joining her in jerking on her big cock.  
  
"Ahhhh, yes - - eat me, Wanda - - eat my pussy," Charlene said, kissing the
head of her tail/cock as it bobbed and weaved in front of her as if it had a
life of its own. She looked over at where Debbie and Jardin still sat. "Well,
girls?" she asked.  
  
"Mon Dieu," Jardin said as she stood. "I cannot resist."  
  
She quickly joined Wanda, kneeling beside her but while her American friend
continued lapping at Charlene's pussy, Jardin wrapped her lips around the dark
red head of her crimson cock and took as much of its length into her mouth as
she could. Charlene grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed her
further down on to her cock, the pre-cum drooling knob nudging against the
back of her throat and making her gag but Jardin didn't complain.  
  
"Fucking hell - - damn that feels good," Charlene sighed, looking down between
her enormous tits and watching the two girls make a meal of her cunt and
prick. "Come on, Debbie," she said, taking hold of her tail/cock and pointing
it at her. "Come join us."  
  
Debbie sat, staring at her two friends who were so obviously enjoying
themselves with the transformed Charlene, Wanda eating her pussy while - -
though it seemed strange to think it - - Jardin sucked on her cock. Debbie
felt her own nipples become hard, her own pussy flooding with juices and yet -
- something held her back.  
  
"Girls," Charlene said to Jardin and Wanda, stroking their hair and making
them look up at her. "It looks like Debbie's going to need some persuasion to
join us."  
  
The two former non-nude models turned back to their friend and, as one, almost
pounced on her, holding her in place as they stripped her, pulling her
sweatpants and T-shirt off despite only the slightest resistance from Debbie.
Once she was naked, Charlene stepped over to them, her huge red cock bobbing
in front of her, her dick-headed tail weaving alongside her.  
  
"Oh God - - this is wrong," Debbie said as Charlene knelt between her legs.
Despite her words, she didn't struggle as Jardin and Wanda pulled her legs
apart, all three of them watching as Charlene took a hold of her cock and
rubbed it up and down her soaking wet cunt lips.  
  
"Ahhh, but it feels right," Charlene moaned as she moved her hips forward,
sliding the bulbous knob of her cock into Debbie's cunt, inch after scarlet
inch slipping deep inside her.  
  
"Oh fuck - - oh my God yes!" Debbie cried as Charlene started fucking her,
pushing more and more of her cock in and out of her cunt with each thrust,
fucking her with long slow thrusts. As Jardin leaned down and sucked on one of
Debbie's big tits, Wanda kissed Debbie, the pair of them darting their tongues
into each other's mouths as Charlene fucked her. Charlene's tail moved
forward, the big dick-like held slipping between their lips, letting both of
them lick and suck at it.  
  
"You like this now, Debbie?" Charlene asked her, speeing up her thrusts.  
  
"Oh yes - - oh hell yes," she gasped into Wanda's mouth, Charlene's tail/cock
slipping inside for a moment.  
  
"And do all three of you want this to continue?" Charlene asked them. She
laughed as all three gasped that they most definitely did. "Good. Accept my
sacrament willingly and my father and I will make you queens of an Earth."  
  
She pulled her cock from Debbie's pussy - - making the Englishwoman moan in
disappointment - - before moving forward, straddling Debbie's hips. She
withdrew her tail and smiled as all three models began licking and sucking at
her huge cock, taking it in turns to feed it to one another.  
  
"Do you - - ahhhh, fuck - - do you take this - - of your - - ahhh - - own free
will?" Charlene gasped.  
  
"Give it to us," Wanda said, looking up at her.  
  
"Oui, give it to us," Jardin said, running her tongue along Charlene's cock.  
  
"Give us your cum," Debbie gasped.  
  
With a groan, Charlene came, a huge stream of white jizz splashing out of her
dick and over Debbie's face before she clamped her lips around the head and
took the second spurt down her throat. Jardin grabbed the bucking fuck meat
and swallowed the next shot before pushing it over to Wanda for her to eagerly
swallow the next. Once all three had taken her cum, Charlene reared back a
little and stroked her cock, sending the next dozen or so shots over their
faces, painting their gorgeous features with her cum.  
  
Finally, she moved back a little and watched as the three of them lapped her
jism from each other's faces.  
  
"Oh my father's going to love you," she said.  
  
† † † † †  
  
Sometime later, the four women stood behind Damian Nicholson, Charlene's
father, as he stared at a large screen in front of him. His skin, too, was a
deep, dark crimson like Charlene's though hers was currently back to what the
girls thought of as normal. Each of the women was naked; Nicholson preferred
them that way and they were happy to oblige.  
  
On the screen in front of him was a naked woman, kneeling, her long black hair
pulled into a ponytail falling down her bare back, her round, pert ass sat on
her heels. Her arms were held up and in front of her, her wrists together, her
head bowed. Her huge tits hung in perfect orbs from her chest, her pale skin
almost golden in the light. Arranged on a rough shelf in front of her were
five golden statuettes and in front of each of them was a large candle, the
only light source in the chamber where she knelt.  
  
"Thank you, Jennifer," Nicholson said to the woman on the screen. "You've done
well to find these idols."  
  
"I am here to serve you, Master," the woman said without looking up.  
  
"That's good to hear," Nicholson said. "Complete the ritual and our reign on
your Earth can begin at last."  
  
Nicholson, Charlene, Jardin, Wanda and Debbie watched as the woman, Jennifer,
stood up and, one by one, kissed the golden idols on the shelf. She took hold
of the candles and, not letting the flames extinguish, dripped molten wax over
the tops of the gold statues. When all five had a coating of the pale, creamy
wax, she moved the idols together into a circle and chanted something under
her breath. Once she was finished, she stepped back and returned to her
previous position, kneeling down, arms up and out, wrists together.  
  
"Arise, my lord," she said. "Arise so that the gate may be opened to our
Master."  
  
Watching from his office, his daughter and new recruits behind him, Nicholson
smiled.  
  
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_So, that's the end of this story. If you want to find out more about that
ritual at the end, go read my story Kara Lofts and the Five Idols. _




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