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Chapter 1

“Hey, Chucky, your skills are required in the men’s room,” announced TJ with a slight snicker.

Even though Charles Maddox hated being called Chucky, he just rolled his eyes; he knew it was pointless to correct the large muscular man…again. At least he calls me by something close to my name, thought Charles as he headed towards the men’s room with his clean up gear to see what sort of disgusting mess needed to be cleaned up now.

As soon as he entered the men’s room his nose told him that he was right as the pungent stench struck him.

Just as he had thought, some asshole had puked in one of the stalls. Actually a better description would be that some asshole had puked all over the stall. With a shrug of his shoulders, Charles got to work and began to clean it up. It was the third time that week that he had to clean up someone’s mess in the men’s room. It was a shame that some people couldn’t control themselves, he thought; that and it was a huge waste of good alcohol.

Even though the clientele was exclusive, there were still those who over-indulged and it one of Charles’s jobs to clean up after them.

Naturally, he hated this part of his job, who wouldn’t, but he did it without complaining. He also knew that if he hurried, he could catch Cheyenne’s last dance of the evening.

Being the custodian at one of the most popular exotic dance clubs in the city had its moments.

Chapter 2

Charles had just turned twenty-two and was in his fourth year of college. He was currently a few credits short of finishing his degree in business administration. The job was a necessary evil as he desperately needed the money for is tuition and living expenses.

His parents had stopped paying his tuition because they wanted to send his younger brother to Yale. Charles got some money from a small scholarship, but it wasn’t enough to pay for his last year of college.

To pay his expenses, he had taken the job a month ago at Club Risqué. His academic advisor had told him about the job. While Charles was surprised about the job proposition, he eagerly accepted it. He wondered how his advisor had known about the job.

The pay was very good, and the hours weren’t too bad either. Yes, he had to work until around three in the morning, but Charles had always been a night owl, so he didn’t mind. Besides, the semester had just ended and he could sleep in all day if he wanted to.

Yes it was also true that he had to sweep floors, clean up after spilled drinks, empty trash, and clean up after drunken businessmen, but on the plus side, he also got to watch gorgeous women dance naked. Currently, Club Risqué had two dozen fulltime dancers and all were stunningly beautiful.

Okay, it was true they didn’t know he even existed, but he could dream. His friends were slightly envious that he got to see the best dancers in town on a nightly basis.

Deep down, Charles knew he wasn’t even in the same league as the waitresses, let alone the dancers. The women who served the drinks were also absolutely gorgeous.

Charles was barely five-eight, thin, and barely scraping by. Why would they look at him?

The other men who worked at the club did notice him, but it wasn’t the type of attention anyone would want. They constantly kidded him about his job and his size. Still, he took the kidding from the bartenders and bouncers without complaining, and his good nature was gradually winning them over. Besides calling him Chucky, the bouncers kidded him about the fact that he barely looked eighteen.

Still, Charles never thought they were being mean spirited, and it almost felt as if he was being tested somehow.

Charles managed to finish cleaning up just as the tall buxom redhead took the stage. He had heard that her real name was Terri and she was originally from New Jersey, but the owner of the club had molded her into a sexy cowgirl. The word was that he personally molded each dancer’s onstage persona.

Cheyenne took the stage dressed all in white. She strutted onto the stage wearing leather chaps, vest, cowgirl boots, a Stetson and noting else but her smile.

Charles couldn’t take is eyes off of her.

“She’s impressive isn’t she?” said a voice from behind Charles.

Charles turned around to see Vikki Martin, the night manager standing behind him. Her black leather dress looked as if it was painted on her shapely body.

He was about to say something along the lines that he was getting back to work.

“It’s okay, Charles, she’s worth watching. I also know you work hard,” she said. Then she pointed towards the stage. “Can you believe she started her as a barmaid two years ago?”

“Really?” he asked, still in shock that Vikki was even talking to him. It was also nice not to be called Chucky.

Vikki nodded as she reached up to brush her curly blonde hair out of her eyes. She had been a dancer at the club for five years. The job was just something to earn money so she could finish her business degree. To her total surprise, the club owner, Cain Renoir, immediately offered her the manager position when she graduated. She had been in her present position for two years.

“All the dancers started as servers, that way Mr., Renoir can study them and decide how he wants them to look, or if he even wants them on stage,” she explained.

Charles looked over at two of the women who were serving drinks. They were all extremely attractive. Their short black dresses barely covered their shapely bodies. He had to admit that Mr. Renoir’s way of grooming dancers made sense.

“Oh, by the way, Charles, when the club closes tonight, can you swing by my office?” asked Vikki. “I have something that I would like to discuss with you.”

Charles immediately looked at her with a worried look on his face.

Seeing his concern, Vikki smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.”

“Um, thanks,” he replied with relief. Now he was just curious why Vikki wanted to see him.

Chapter 3

Charles sat nervously in Vikki’s small office, which was located behind the bar. Charles had been in there once before when he was hired. Vikki had told him that she would be with him shortly.

Even though Vikki had said that he wasn’t in trouble, he had that strange feeling that he used to get when he was called into the principal’s office.

He looked around the small neat office, which contained a desk, two chairs, several file cabinets and a fake palm tree. On the pale yellow walls hung framed photos of various women, some of whom Charles recognized as dancers at the club. Although he knew that Vikki used to be a dancer, he was still surprised to see photos of her on stage. The exception to the photos was a large mirror that was mounted behind Vikki’s desk.

Charles glanced into the mirror and ran his fingers through his shoulder length dirty blonde hair as he waited for Vikki to arrive. As he pulled it back into a ponytail he wondered about the mirror. It seemed to be a strange place for a mirror he thought. For a second he wondered if it was one of those one-way mirrors he had seen in TV shows, but he quickly dismissed that as a stupid idea.

Unknown to Charles, he was actually right about the mirror. Vikki was just was watching his every move. She was standing next to the club owner, Cain Renoir.

“Do you think he’ll do it?” she asked the tall handsome man as they looked at Charles through the one-way mirror.

Cain nodded as he stroked his neat moustache and goatee; studying the young male who was oblivious to their observations.

His given name was Roger Harris, but that was another name from another life. He had changed his name years ago after he had joined the French Foreign Legion. He picked Renoir as his mother had a cheap copy of a Renoir painting in her bedroom. It was the one thing of beauty in their otherwise dismal home.

As for his first name, it had originated from an insult used against him by another Legionnaire. A particularly brutal corporal kept saying that Irishmen were so dim-witted and stubborn that only way to get to do anything was to beat them with a cane, just like any other stupid beast of burden. The corporal was an Englishman who took great pride in humiliating anyone of Irish heritage, and he particularly took pleasure in humiliating Roger.

Roger initially ignored the insults from the corporal, as he was trying to control his temper. He also knew that he struck back he would be severely punished. But as the corporal continued humiliating him, Roger was pushed to the breaking point, so he bided his time and waited for the right moment. That would come one night out in town.

The corporal made the mistake of passing a bar that was frequented by Roger and his friends. Seeing his hated tormentor pas by, Roger immediately left the bar and caught the corporal in an alley.

The corporal sneered at Roger when he saw him approach. “So, the mule has finally decided to stand up to his superior. Well, I don’t have a cane to beat you with, so I’ll just have to use my fists.”

Roger’s reply was two short punches to the corporal’s jaw. The rest of the fight was short and brutal as Roger beat the corporal senseless, much to the enjoyment of the rest of the platoon, who also loathed the arrogant Englishman. Still, when the fight was over they then carried the unconscious man back to their base and dropped him off in front of the hospital. After all, he might have been a total bastard, but he was also a fellow Legionnaire.

The corporal recovered from his beating and never bothered Roger again. No charges were filed against Roger as the other men covered up the incident, and the corporal never pressed charges. Instead he told a wild tale of being attacked by some unknown assailants. Most of the men in Roger’s platoon figured he was too embarrassed to admit that he had been bettered by Roger.

In a mockery of the original insult, they now called the young Irishman Cane, as it was now a badge of honor. Roger liked it so much that he changed his name to Cain.

While he liked the exotic sound of his new name, there was another reason he discarded his original name; it was connected to too many painful memories of his old life. As Roger, he had always been an outsider, never quite fitting in, due to the hand that had been dealt him by life. But as Cain, he had found a home.

“Mr. Renoir, do you agree with me?” asked Vikki.

“Yes I do,” he replied with confidence. His Irish accent was subdued but still detectible. It became more noticeable when he was angry.

He had commissioned a comprehensive background check of the boy. A detective had performed a detailed background check on Charles. Cain knew that the boy’s family was on the other coast and had cut him off financially the previous winter. He also knew the boy barely had five hundred dollars in his savings account. Without the job the boy wouldn’t be able to complete his degree. There were even more private things he knew about Charles.

“Well, if he does it won’t take much to transform him, he has such beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean on a sunny day,” continued Vikki. “How long have you been giving him the juice?”

“It’s been four weeks now,” replied Cain. “Just enough to prep the body, if he accepts the position, I don’t want any delays.”

Vikki smiled at her boss. “I agree, he’s not very masculine to begin with, so he should respond well to the second stage.”

“I concur, she’ll be quite lovely,” he said. “Good luck, Vikki.”

Chapter 4

A minute later Vikki entered the small office and sat down at her desk.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I was taking to Mr. Renoir,” she apologized as she set down a folder in her in-box.

“No problem,” replied Charles.

“Charles, I’m not one for beating around the bushes so I’m going to tell you this straight up,” stated Vikki. “I’d like to offer you a promotion.”

Charles was shocked. “Really?” His mind began to race as to what the new job could be. He was too small to be a bouncer and he knew nothing about tending bar and those were the only jobs performed by men in the club.

“Yes, really,” she replied. “We’re adding a new dancer to the show and that’s created an opening.”

He cocked his head in confusion.

“How would you like a job serving drinks?” she asked.

“Um, I guess so, but aren’t all the servers are girls?” he replied.

Vikki nodded. “Very observant. It would require a major makeover, but it would be worth it. Most of the servers pull in several hundred in tips alone on weeknights. You can easily double that on weekends,” she explained. She watched his face as her words began to sink in. The next few minutes would decide if Charles would stay or leave.

“You want me to dress up as a girl?” he asked fighting back his shock.

“I think you’d be quite lovely,” answered Vikki. “Have you ever dressed as a girl before?”

Charles nodded.

“Please tell me about it,” said Vikki as she leaned closer to him. Another good sign, but then again, Mr. Renoir probably already knew this, he seemed to know everything. “Don’t worry; I’m not judging you or anything like that.”

“I did it for Halloween a few times,” admitted Charles reluctantly.

Vikki noted how Charles’s voice got softer and she immediately suspected that there was more to it than that, Cain sure knew how to pick them. “Please go on.”

“I did it once in high school and also a party last fall,” he answered.

“Please tell me what you dressed as?” asked Vikki as she reached into the mini-fridge behind her desk. She pulled out two bottle of cold Heineken. “Would you like a beer?”

Charles nodded and eagerly took the bottle from her. “Thank you,” he said. He opened the bottle and took a sip, the ice cold beer really it the spot.

Vikki knew that from past experiences that she had him. If Charles didn’t want to dress he would have left by now.

“In high school, I dressed as a school girl. I went to an all boys private school and I wore the uniform of our sister school,” replied Charles. “One of the female teachers helped me.”

“And last year?” asked Vikki as she imagined him dressed as a proper young school girl. She decided that he would look very cute as Charles had a very youthful appearance.

Charles took a long drink from the bottle then grinned slightly. “I dressed like a hooker, sorry.”

“I’m not offended, after all it was Halloween. So, did you fool anyone?”

Charles nodded. “Both times.”

“And?”

“It was fun,” Charles replied, hiding a slight grin.

“Well, think about how much fun it will be fooling people and getting paid…correction, being paid A LOT for it.”

“Well, I really could use the money. But why don’t you just hire a real girl?” asked Charles. “I mean, wouldn’t it would be easier?”

“We have real girls working here, but Mr. Renoir also likes to have a mix,” she replied.

Charles wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, however he didn’t press the point. Then he realized that the club owner obviously was in on this.

“You mean, Mr. Renoir…”

She nodded. “Yes, he feels you have great potential to pull this off.”

Charles scratched his head. This was so strange, but at the same time it was very intriguing for a variety of reasons.

“Now, if you agree to do this, it would be for the whole summer, and it would also mean that you’d be living as a woman twenty-four-seven,” she continued.

Charles’s eyes opened wide. “You…you mean all the time?”

Vikki laughed. “That’s usually what that means. Honey, if case you haven’t noticed all the staff have long nails and get their hair styled regularly. You have long enough hair and wigs are so hot and uncomfortable. Mr. Renoir likes all the women here to look very feminine and sexy. So you really won’t look much like a boy after we’re done with you. If you worked a full schedule you’ll easily make a grand a week if you include tips…probably more than that.” She knew how much Charles needed money.

Charles thought about it. This could solve his financial difficulties and all his friends were back at their homes, so who would know? As for his parents, screw them. The job would allow him to complete school without their help.

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow, Charlene,” she replied. She then began to describe what would happen.

Charles didn’t argue when he heard the feminine day which pleased Vikki.

Cain watched through the mirror and smiled to himself as he sipped his glass of brandy.

Chapter 5

“You’re on time, very good,” stated Vikki as she glanced at her watch. It was early afternoon.

Charles nodded with a yawn. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. “I haven’t been up this early in a while.”

Vikki laughed. “I can relate to that. I’m also pleased you showed up, we’ve had some candidates change their minds,” said Vikki as she led him towards her sedan, her heels clicking on the pavement of the parking lot. “We have a lot to do this afternoon.”

“I do have a question, isn’t this going to be expensive? I mean I have to get a makeover, a new wardrobe and everything else, won’t it cost me more than what I’ll make?”

Vikki shook her head as she pressed the remote that unlocked her car doors. “I knew you were a smart one. Just so you know, your initial transformation is on the house. You’ll have a sufficient wardrobe for when you’re not at work, along with makeup, jewelry, shoes, etc. At work you’ll wear the same outfit as the other girls.”

Charles shook his head in disbelief. “That will take some getting used to.”

“The sooner the better, Charlene,” said Vikki. “It would be best that from now own you consider yourself a girl. By the way, Mr. Renoir picked out your new name personally, do you like it?”

Charlene nodded slightly. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Great. Now, you’ll also get a discount at the salon. You’ll need to get your nails done every two weeks. You’ll also get waxed there. As for your hair, we’ll see what it takes. The main thing is that you’ll need to pay attention to your appearance. I’m glad to see you have pierced ears, however, I’d like you to get some additional piercings in each ear.”

“That’s fine,” replied Charles.

“And you’ll also need to spend some time in the tanning booth. There’s a salon across the street that gives us a company discount,” she continued.

“Just as long as they don’t do that fake orange spray on stuff,” replied Charles. “I don’t want to look like a carrot.”

It didn’t take them very long to get to the salon.

It was obvious to Charlene that the women at the beauty salon were experienced in transforming men into women. They also knew the type of look that would be required at the club.

“Okay, Charlene, I’ll leave you in their very capable hands while I do some shopping for you,” said Vikki. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to get you an outfit so we can go shopping, I wouldn’t want to leave you out of the fun.”

“Don’t you want to know my sizes?” asked Charlene.

Vikki shook her head. “Not necessary, I already know them. I have a knack for sizing up people.”

Chapter 6

The women in the salon immediately went to work on Charlene. The waxing wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, although she hadn’t realized that her eyebrows would be styled so thin and highly arched.

She was also surprised that the woman doing the waxing insisted on doing the pubic region too.

“I’m just doing what your boss is paying us to do,” she said as she noticed Charlene’s concern.

Charlene’s hair went from dirty to platinum blonde.

“It’s rather extreme, isn’t it?” Charlene asked as she looked into the mirror.

“Mr. Renoir specifically mentioned the color and style,” said the stylist. “Actually it looks great on you, Charlene. You look classy as a blonde, not cheap or slutty.”

Charlene ran her fingers through the large curls that now covered her head. She wasn’t sure it was her own image she was looking at, as she looked so feminine now. Her fingernails were now long and painted a bright red. Each ear now had several more studs.

Her face was totally made up which further made her look like a woman. Vikki was right; she would have to live fulltime as a woman for as long as she held the job, as she no longer looked even remotely like a guy.

“The style will be easy to maintain, and can be adapted and changed as required,” explained the stylist.

Charlene was about to ask her what she meant by that when Vikki arrived.

“Well, well, don’t you look lovely,” said Vikki.

Charlene turned around to look at her manager. “I can’t believe this is me.”

“You look better than I expected, Charlene, I know Mr. Renoir will be very pleased. Now, let’s get you dressed. We have some shopping to do!”

Chapter 7

Charlene was amazed by the size of her new wardrobe. It was spread out over her bed in her tiny studio apartment. Vikki was helping her put it all away, while at the same time removing her meager male wardrobe.

“This isn’t a bad little place, Charlene, although it could use some decorating,” noted Vikki. “We can do that later this week.”

“Why?” asked Charlene.

“It will put you into a better mindset for being a woman if your home is feminine too,” she replied. “It won’t take much; new drapes, bedspread, and sheets would be a nice start.”

“I wonder what my landlord will say,” said Charlene as she folded a pair of panties.

“That’s been taken care of,” replied Vikki. “Mr. Renoir knows the owner of your building. We’ve had other girls live here, so there won’t be any problems.”

“Mr. Renoir thinks of everything, doesn’t he?”

“He sure does,” replied Vikki who sat down on the bed and patted next to her.

Charlene sat down next to her.

“Look, I know this may seem a little weird at the moment, but if you play your cards right and keep an open mind this will be very beneficial to you. Mr. Renoir is a very powerful man with lots of connections. He’s very generous to those who work hard for him …if you know what I mean.”

Charlene stared back. “I think so…um, there’s more to this than what I’ve been told, right?”

Vikki nodded.

“Are you going to tell me?” asked Charlene.

“Mr. Renoir will when you get to work tonight.”

Charlene’s face showed her concern.

“Don’t worry, dear. I can tell you that you can back out of this at any time, however, I don’t think you will,” continued Vikki.

“Okay,” she replied.

“I’ll swing by and pick you up at nine. I’ll help you with your makeup and hair too.”

Chapter 8

Charlene followed Vikki into Mr. Renoir’s office. She was a little wobbly in her high heels, but she was gradually getting used to them. They had four inch heels and Charlene was a little nervous about falling. The dress she was wearing was also very short. It was black in color, just like the other drink servers. She did notice that her nametag was white with black letters. The other servers all had nametags that were either pink or green, and she wondered what if it meant anything.

Her makeup was much heavier and sexier than she had been wearing during the day. Vikki explained that in the dim light of the club she would have wear more makeup and that she would also have to reapply it often.

“Your tips will be based on your appearance, I know it’s sexist, but that’s the way it works,” explained Vikki earlier in the evening. “Now, just remember, be nice, flirt, but if you get in trouble get help. The men can look but not touch. Oh, and the women guests cannot touch either!”

“I’ll remember that,” replied Charlene. “I still don’t understand why, I mean I look so much like a girl, who’s going to know?”

“Mr. Renoir will explain,” said Vikki.

As they entered the office, Charlene immediately noticed how spacious it was. It was also expensively furnished. There was a large leather couch against one wall. Mr. Renoir was seated behind what looked like an antique oak desk. Behind him, the wall was filled with photographs, flags, and military memorabilia. A white kepi was displayed prominently behind the desk in a glass display case.

As Charlene looked at the items she realized the rumors of Mr. Renoir being in the French Foreign Legion was true.

As they entered he looked up and nodded.

“Exquisite,” he remarked as he stood up to greet them. “Charlene, you are simply exquisite.”

“Um, thank you, sir,” she replied nervously. Still she was pleased that he found her attractive. “I owe a lot of this to Vikki.”

Charlene had only talked to Mr. Renoir once before and she was more than a little nervous about being in his office. Still, despite his reputation for secrecy, he seemed friendly enough.

She looked at his face and noticed that it had the weathered look of someone who had spent a lot of time outside. His short neatly styled hair had streaks of gray in it, which only served to make him look distinguished. She also noticed that he appeared to be very fit.

“Of course, please sit down, Charlene,” he said, motioning to the chairs in front of his desk. He waited until after they were seated to sit down. He noticed that Charlene carefully crossed her legs without being told.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but please allow me to speak first,” he stated as he pulled a large cigar out of the wooden humidor on his desk.

Charlene nodded.

“Good,” he stated as he precisely clipped the tip of the cigar. “I hope you don’t mind me smoking, I know it’s a nasty habit, but I got hooked on these when I was in Africa. I limit myself to one a day. It’s not so bad when you only smoke the good ones.”

“I don’t mind,” replied Charlene. She recognized the wrapping of the cigar as Cuban, the type her father sometimes smoked. She also knew they were both expensive and illegal. “I don’t smoke myself, but I like the aroma.”

“Good girl,” he said as he lit the cigar. “I suppose you’re wonder why I’ve given you this promotion. As you have probably noticed, we cater to a rather wealthy and exclusive crowd. Granted, money doesn’t always mean good manners as you probably noticed in your last position here.”

Charlene grinned as she nodded.

“Just so you know, if a guest cannot control themselves they are not allowed back,” he said. “I can afford to be picky, as our reputation for providing entertainment is well known. Just not anyone can get in here.”

She had always wondered why the club was always full, even on week nights.

“This leads us to why I offered you this position,” he continued. “In addition to providing the best exotic dancing available, we also offer additional services.”

Charlene’s breathing suddenly got heavier as she listened to her boss’s words.

“Yes, we provide escorts for our clients, and our clients have a variety of tastes. Now, before I continue, I want to make one thing very clear, I am not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I do ask that you listen to my proposal completely before you make any decision, is that clear?”

“Okay,” she replied softly.

“As you probably noticed, the staff wear different colored name tags, the colors designate those who are available from those who are not,” interjected Vikki.

He nodded. “You were hired with this position in mind. I can get cleaning staff anywhere, but I wanted to size you up. You have a good sense of humor and took the kidding of the men in stride. You never complained and always worked hard,” he said.

Charlene wanted to interrupt, but bit her lip and continued to listen.

“For the last month, I’ve had the bartender place a solution in your drinks. It has served to prep your body for physical changes,” he continued. “It is perfectly safe and totally reversible should you decide not to proceed any further. I apologize for doing this, but time is of the essence. I needed to have you ready to go as soon as possible. Please accept my deepest apology.”

On her breaks, Charlene always had a soda. She couldn’t remember any thing odd about the taste.

“Is it completely reversible?” she asked.

“Yes, if that’s what you wish, but please let me tell you the rest, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied. While she was a little miffed about being drugged, she was willing to listen to the whole proposal.

“The next phase of the treatment however will cause rather dramatic changes in your body,” he said. “If you decide to take it you will develop breasts, and the other curves associated with a woman. Your sex drive will not change, although your penis will be smaller. I want you to know everything.”

Charlene stared back in shock, not knowing what to think.

“The changes will occur rather rapidly. It’s not exactly a traditional medical treatment; rather it’s something I picked up from a tribal doctor in Africa. Once you start taking it, you will have a very feminine physique in two to three weeks or so, maybe sometimes even faster.”

He carefully knocked an ash off the tip of cigar into a large marble ashtray on his desk.

“Once you are comfortable in your new body, you will be added to the menu that our guests can select from. You will be paid a flat rate for accepting the assignment. The rate depends on what the guest requests. Your tips will depend on the client, but they are expected to be generous.”

Charlene glanced at Vikki who nodded back.

“Now, not every guest wants sex, some just want companionship. However, you will be told ahead of time what the guest has in mind. If they violate this contract, they will be punished. I make it very clear to them that no one, and I mean no one, hurts one of my employees,” he stated strongly. He took a strong drag on his cigar and blew out the smoke slowly. A good cigar needed to be enjoyed leisurely.

“I promise you, Charlene, that you will be taken care of in all matters, financially, medically, and career wise. If you decide to get up and leave right now, I will not hold it against you; however, I would like you to think about what I am offering. Do you have any questions?”

Charlene almost laughed nervously from this last question.

“Um, how did you pick me, just because I’m not very masculine?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Good question, I knew you were a smart one. While your physical size is important, it wasn’t the main reason. The solution can feminize even extremely masculine men. Attitude and willingness to please are also important. No, you first came to my attention when you attended a party last Halloween dressed as prostitute.”

Charlene’s eyes opened wide. “You… knew about that? You know…oh my god…do you know…everything?” she stammered

“Yes, my dear. I’m always on the look for girls like you. I just don’t hire anyone; I want girls who are intelligent as well as willing. I had an associate who just happened to be at the party, it was he who spotted you; at first he thought you were a girl.”

“What…what was his name?” asked Charlene.

“Kelly,” replied Mr. Renoir.

Charlene gasped as her hand went up to her mouth. “So…so that was…that all an act?”

Mr. Renoir shook is head. “No, he genuinely likes girls like you, and he said you were a lovely young woman. If he didn’t think so…you wouldn’t be sitting in my office.”

Chapter 9
Halloween; The previous year.

Charles walked into the party pleased with the way he looked. It was only at Halloween that he gave into his urges and went out dressed in women’s clothes.

His whole life he had the urges, but had learned to suppress them. This was done for self preservation as he had seen several guys in his school beaten up because someone thought they were gay. Being a student at an all male school made matters worse, and Charles learned to be always on guard.

Charles learned how to hide his feelings and give into them only at certain acceptable times.

Tonight he was dressed in a tight red tube dress. The dress had black stripes in a zebra like fashion. On his legs he wore fishnet stockings which were held up by garters attached to the corset he was wearing.

He was wearing four inch heels on his feet.

On his head he was wearing a red curly wig. His makeup wasn’t too bad, considering how little practice he had.

Judging by the looks of the others at the party, he had done a very good job, as he could see in their eyes that they weren’t sure if he was a guy or a girl. Charles decided to play along and not tell anyone who he really was.

A few of his friends were shocked when they found out who the sexy redhead was.

One of Charles’s best friends was stunned. “Fuck, man, I really thought you were a chick. Great fuckin’ costume!”

An hour into the party, Charles was sitting on a barstool in the basement of the house drinking from a plastic cup that held a heavily alcohol laced punch.

“Hi, is this seat taken?”

He turned around to see a handsome man dressed as a pirate sit standing next to him.

Charles shook his head. He had never seen the man before and he didn’t act like the typical college student, he seemed more mature.

The pirate sat down. “Thanks. It feels good to sit down in a quiet place.”

Charles nodded. The stereo upstairs was so loud that it could be easily heard in the basement.

“I know what you mean,” Charles replied.

“I’m Kelly,” said the pirate extending his hand.

“Pleased to meet you,” Charles replied. She noticed he had a slight English accent.

“And what’s your name, my lady?” asked Kelly still holding his hand.

Charles hesitated. He had been calling himself Candy as part of his costume.

“Actually, I already know you name…or is it names?” confessed Kelly. He had a sly grin on his face.

Kelly then leaned over and whispered into Charles’s ear. “Charles doesn’t fit a beauty like you. Just so you know, I like Candy…especially candy like you.”

Charles smiled back. “Thank you.”

Kelly then slipped his arm around Charles’s waist. “Does that bother you?”

Charles shook his head. It was all happening so fast, yet he didn’t want the handsome man to stop either.

“How would you like me to kiss you?”

Charles nodded slightly.

Kelly then began to kiss Charles, pulling him closer.

“Do you want to be my girl?” asked Kelly

Charles surrendered and Candy took over. So, this was what it like to be kissed by a man, she thought. It’s even nicer than she had thought.

“Yes, please let me your girl,” she replied.

“You want to leave?” he whispered.

Candy nodded.

Chapter 10

They drove away from the party in Kelly’s sedan. He had his arm around her shoulder and at each stoplight they kissed.

Charles had fantasized about something like this happening too many times to count, and now as Candy she would finally experience it.

She had to admit that Kelly was quite handsome. She figured he was in his late twenties, or early thirties, She also noticed he was muscular and in great physical shape. He had removed his wig and pirate hat when they got in the car and she noticed he had dark red hair.

When they got to his place, she surrendered to Kelly’s demands and soon she was on her knees in front of him. He was sitting on the couch and his cock was out of his pants. He gently guided her head towards it and she eagerly opened up her mouth.

Kelly was firm, but gentle with her and led her through her first blowjob. Candy was slightly in shock by how easily she had submitted to the act. She was also shocked how much she enjoyed it. She didn’t even mind when he came into her mouth.

When she was finished he helped her up onto the couch and pulled her close to him.

“Would you like to go to bed with me?” he asked.

Candy just nodded.

Kelly took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom.

Chapter 11
Present Day

“Kelly said that you were a very responsive lover,” said Mr. Renoir as he let out a puff of smoke from his cigar. “In fact he said you were in words ‘delightful and refreshing.’ I thought you might appreciate hearing that.”

Charlene just stared back not sure what to think. However, deep down she pleased that Kelly had really liked her and part of her wanted to see him again.

“I think you’ll see that this is a marvelous opportunity, Charlene,” he added in between puffs on the cigar.

“Okay, so you knew about me, but how did that led me into working here?” she asked.

“I used my contacts at the university to steer you to the job,” he replied. “You’ll find that I usually get what I want.”

Charlene nodded.

“However, I don’t force anyone to do what they don’t want to do. If you want to walk, you can, the preliminary effects will fade. If you want to start the second the phase just be warned that it’s more or less permanent,” he continued.

“So, I’ll be a woman from now on…” she stated softly.

“I can have your identity changed so that you’ll have legal status as a woman,” he said.

“Will I stay…functional?” she asked.

“For one to two years, sometimes longer, it all depends on your body chemistry,” he explained. “When you’re no longer functional, I will pay for the surgery to complete what was started. There is one more side effect of the solution; it does raise your sexual sensitivity.”

Charlene looked over at Vikki and then back to Mr. Renoir. “In what way?”

“Oh, I don’t mean you’ll become more sexually active or turn into a sex addict. You sex drive will stay the same as it is right now; however, you will find that you’ll enjoy sex more,” he explained.

“Charlene, he means you’ll find sex is much more enjoyable,” added Vikki.

“Okay…that doesn’t sound too bad. But what will happen to me when I no longer want to be an escort?” asked Charlene.

“At that point, if you still wish to work for me I will find you a new position,” said Mr. Renoir.

“You mean as a dancer?” she asked.

“That’s just one opportunity,” he replied as he took another drag on his cigar. He then cast a glance at Vikki. “I can provide other options.”

“He took care of me, Charlene,” interjected Vikki.

Charlene turned and looked at the dazzling woman sitting next to her. “You…you used to be…a guy?”

Vikki nodded. “Not much of one, but I was one a guy named Victor. I was given the same sort of offer as you were. I worked as an escort for a year or so and then five years as a dancer, which I truly enjoyed. I then moved up to being the club manager.”

“A position in which she has excelled, by the way. In addition to the club, I have other business interests that I can place you,” interjected Mr. Renoir.

“So, I can finish my degree?” asked Charlene.

“Of course, I want all my girls to succeed,” he said as he nodded. “Now, you have a lot to think about, Charlene. I don’t expect an answer tonight, but I would like one by the end of the week, is that acceptable?”

“Yes, yes it is,” she relied.

Chapter 12

Cain was very pleased with how Charlene had turned out. She had handled the entire proposal with maturity and open-mindedness. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. He was very confident that she would accept his offer.

He pulled a bottle of single malt out his desk drawer and poured himself a glass. Next he reached around and turned on his CD player and as the music came on, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as Edith Piaf’s voice singing “Non, je ne regrette rien” filled the room, and soon he was lost in his memories.

The old-timers in the Legion had introduced him to the music of the Little Sparrow and he too had learned to love her singing, especially the current song as it had been adopted by the Legion.

As he listened he thought of his past and how he had gotten to his present position.

He had been born into poverty in Northern Ireland slum. He grew up in a crowded flat with his mother and her family. His birth father was a British solider who had abandoned them even before Roger had been born. As everyone in his neighborhood knew he was illegitimate, he was constantly fighting off insults. As far back as he could remember he was constantly fighting to protect his family honor. As he grew older and bigger he began to win most of the fights until no one dared insult him. While he never quit fit in, he became begrudgingly respected.

All this fighting matured him quickly and by the time he was seventeen he was six-one and very muscular. He left his home to start his life over as a merchant seaman.

While in France for a port call, he met the love of his life, a petite brunette barmaid with a charming smile, and they were soon married. Unfortunately this momentary happiness was not to last and fate guided him into the Legion.

He refilled his glass to drown those unpleasant memories.

Thanks to his hard upbringing, he easily adapted to the Spartan lifestyle of the Legion. In many ways it was better than he life he had grown up with.

He had finally found the sense of belonging that he had been seeking; his past didn’t matter to the men he served with and in many ways it became his new family.

Like most of the men in his unit, he was proficient in combat. It was during these moments of combat that Cain discovered that he was also a natural leader. Older, more experienced legionaries were soon turning to him in times of crisis, respecting his calm demeanor in battle. His superiors also recognized his abilities and he rose swiftly through the ranks and soon held the rank of Sergent-chef or master sergeant.

Even though he was offered higher rank, Cain refused and stayed a sergeant, as it was this rank that he knew he could do the most good for his men.

As much as he loved the Legion, he knew that there was no real future in it. He wanted more out of life and for that he would need money.

Later, when he left the legion, he served several contracts as a professional mercenary. He only took contracts for causes he believed in. Yes, it cost him money, but he was still paid well for his services and at the same time he kept his sense of honor.

The last contract he worked was for the CIA. He was befriended by the field agent in charge of the operation, who grew to like the ex-Legionnaire. When the contract was completed, he assisted Cain by cutting red-tape and rewarding Cain with US citizenship.

Cain quickly remade his life and had moved from being a professional solider to becoming a businessman and entrepreneur. In a short time he turned a sleazy bar into one of the most exclusive gentlemen’s clubs around.

Even though he was now a businessman, he didn’t totally hide his background. It served to keep problems to a minimum. When the local organized crime boss requested protection money, Cain persuaded him to leave the club alone. The details of the deal were murky, but it may have something to do with the high explosives that appeared under the boss’s car. Cain had called the man up and told him where the explosives were hidden. He also said that the next time there would be no warning.

The word soon spread not to mess with the ex-legionnaire. There were also plenty of rumors about Cain’s past. Many weren’t true, but Cain didn’t mind, as they built up his reputation. Cain himself carefully released just what he wanted others to know about his past.

The money for the club partially came from his days as a merc, the rest came in from contacts he did for local businessmen who needed problems resolved in a manner that didn’t include the authorities. As his reputation grew, the mere mention of his involvement was enough to end any disputes.

As a boss, he was both liked and respected by his employees, all of whom profited from his business decisions. They also liked the fact that he genuinely seemed to look after them; often assisting them in solving personal problems. Cain liked to think of his employees as his extended family and he hoped that Charlene would be the newest addition.

Chapter 13

That night, Charlene was paired with bubbly brunette named Brittney.

Brittney had been working at the club for two years and was being groomed to make the step up to dancer.

“The job is pretty simple, Charlene,” she said. “You get assigned a couple of tables and you just make sure they get their drinks. Most of the guests order the same stuff throughout the night so it’s pretty simple. A lot of the time they’ll be here the whole night. The bartenders know what the regulars order and will often have it ready before you even ask. The real high rollers have their favorites reserved for them.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Charlene replied.

“This is a great place to work. I’m really happy that you got promoted so you can start earning the big bucks,” continued Brittney. “And you won’t have to clean up puke anymore!”

“So, so you know who I used to be?” asked Charlene.

Brittney laughed. “We all do. Don’t worry kid, you’ll be treated great. The guys really look after us, and they especially look after girls like us.”

Charlene’s eyes open wide. She couldn’t believe the shapely woman standing next to her used to be male. Brittney’s dress was look cut and showed off her large breasts.

“How long did it take to start seeing change?” asked Charlene.

“From the juice? I had small breasts within two weeks, these beauties took a month to come in,” she replied as she cupped her breasts.

“Any regrets?”

Britney shook her head and her hair flipped back and forth. “None at all, I had a terrible job and no future when Mr. Renoir hired me. I also hated my old life. If I had changed without his help, it would have been awful. Now, if you agree to date the guests, you usually only do one or two a week. Eventually you get your regulars, which is great as you know what to expect. Mr. Renoir probably told you that he doesn’t tolerate problems, and he means that.”

“I’m not sure about the dating…I mean it sort of sounds like prostitution,” said Charlene.

“The only things it has in common with prostitution is money and sex,” replied Brittney. “The clients here are screened and pay really well. It’s clean and safe too. I mean people want sex so way not get paid for it?”

Charlene shrugged. “I guess that makes sense.”

Brittney put her hand on Charlene’s shoulder. “I know it’s a fine line, but it’s a good way to make money. Almost every girl who works here dates. If you don’t want to do it, that’s cool, but think it over first. Like I said before, if you decide to do it, it’s only a few times a week, unless you want to do it more often. But just so you know, I pull in at least two grand a week when I date. It’s allowed me to become financially secure for the first time in my life.”

Charlene nodded. “It’s just a lot to absorb.”

“Honey, this is a great place to work. Being a girl isn’t so bad either.”

“Did you want to be female before this?”

“I could have gone on as a guy, but I hated it. I wasn’t very masculine and got the crap beat out me a few times. The money was too good to pass up,” she replied as she looked at her watch. “Now, we need to get to work.”

Chapter 14

Charlene stared at the ceiling of her bedroom for several hours lost in deep thought.

She knew she had a big decision to make and she listed the pros and cons of it in her mind.

Unlike, Brittney, the money wouldn’t be the main reason for making the change. Oh, it was good, but Charlene wasn’t about to change her life just for money.

The idea of becoming a woman was very appealing. And then there was the sex; her mind drifted back to that night with Kelly. It was the best sex she had ever had; it made her feel whole for the first time.

As a guy, sex was always clumsy and stressful, as a woman it was pure bliss.

The more she thought about it, it became apparent to her that she was comfortable being a bi-sexual woman. Brittney had told her that some of he best clients for the transgendered girls were women. She also told Charlene that there were married couples that liked to do threesomes, and Charlene found this very appealing.

Yes, her family would be pissed, but then again, they had grown apart over the last year. Charlene’s parents were very conservative and status conscious. She suspected that was the real reason why they were sending her younger brother to an Ivy League college. The idea that one of their children was working as a transgendered escort would be a scandal. But Charlene decided that her decision wouldn’t be based on getting back at her parents, which was even dumber than just doing it for money.

No, she had to admit that she was intrigued other opportunities that Mr. Renoir mentioned. She could finish her degree and move on as a businesswoman, it was very an attractive offer.

The more Charlene thought about it, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Still, she played out the pluses and minuses in her head over and over until she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 15

Vikki arrived to find that Charlene was applying her own makeup.

“Wow, you sure are a fast learner,” Vikki stated. “Although, you need to watch your eyeliner, it’s a little crooked.”

“Thanks,” replied Charlene as she began to reapply the eyeliner. “I’ve been practicing all afternoon.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention about the gym,” said Vikki as she pulled up a chair and sat down next to Charlene. “Mr. Renoir owns a health club and you automatically get a membership. You’re expected to go there at least three times a week to stay in shape. The good thing is that we usually have a group workout scheduled everyday. We can go there tomorrow and I’ll show you around.”

Charlene nodded. “I’d like that. Um, Vikki, I made up my mind, I want to do it...do it all.”

Vikki smiled and hugged the younger woman. “I knew you would, but congratulations anyway!”

“Thank you,” she replied. She then told Vikki about her decision.

“Good. I’m glad you’ll finish college. Don’t worry about the admin side of the university; Mr. Renoir will take care of that.”

“How?” asked Charlene.

“The dean is a customer,” replied Vikki with a snicker.

“Wow,” exclaimed Charlene. “However, I want to do my own work.”

“Of course,” answered Vikki. “There will be plenty of opportunities for you when you make the break. Now, we’d better get to the club and tell Mr. Renoir the good news.”

Chapter 16

“I’m very pleased, Charlene,” he said as he handed her a champagne flute filled with what looked like orange juice. “The juice is very concentrated and so you’ll only need to take it once a week. “

Charlene took the glass and after a slight hesitation she took a sip. It was surprisingly pleasant tasting. “It sort of tastes like mango.”

“So, I’ve been told… I wouldn’t know myself,” he replied with a smile. “Now, once a week for the next month you’ll come by and I’ll give you the juice. After that, you’re body will start producing its own female hormones.”

Charlene finished her drink and handed the glass back to her boss.

“How does that work?” she asked.

“To be honest, I have no idea. I get the juice from a connection in Africa. It is produced by female tribal doctors, who closely guard its secrets. In exchange for the juice I fund village projects like wells and schools. I consider it a good trade.”

Charlene nodded. “So, what happens next?”

“Each week, I would like to see how you’ve changed,” he continued.

Vikki had told Charlene about the weekly inspection. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he replied. “I’ll start working on changing your legal status; you should have a new driver’s license in a week.”

“Okay,” she replied. “It really doesn’t matter as I don’t have a car.”

“That will change as you will soon be making enough to buy some transportation,” he said. “Vikki and the other girls will train you so you’ll be prepared when you start dating.”

“When will that be?” she asked.

“Not for a couple of months, I want you to adjust to your new life first,” he replied.

“Thank you, Mr. Renoir, thank you for everything.”

Chapter 17

Over the next few days Charlene was paired with several different women at work.

The first one was Lisa, who had been working at the club for eight months. Like, Charlene she was working at the club to pay for college. Lisa was tall and wore her long red hair in a single braid.

In addition to teaching her about the job, Lisa told Charlene a lot about the juice and the transformation.

“What’s amazing is how fast it works,” said Lisa as she passed her order to the bartender. “I mean, I was seeing changes almost immediately.”

“I know,” replied Charlene. “My nipples have gotten really big.”

“They feel good, don’t they?” stated Lisa with a big grin on her face.

Charlene laughed. “Very much so.”

“You’ll start to see breast growth after the second dose,” continued Lisa. “Your clitty will start to shrink soon, but you’ll still be able to get hard and to cum.”

“How much does it shrink?” asked Charlene.

“Before I started I was eight inches when hard, now I’m barely three,” she replied. “But the good news is that our clients seem to like it like that. But in many ways it’s more sensitive, and orgasms are a lot, and I mean A LOT better!”

They both started laughing.

The only other transgendered girl at the club was Shani, a dark skinned African-American girl.

Shani had been working at the club for two years. She was leaving in a few weeks as she was getting married.

“How did you meet him?” asked Charlene.

“He was originally a client,” she replied. “We just hit it off. Mr. Renoir gave us his blessings.”

“That’s wonderful,” replied Charlene.

“So, how’re you adjusting?”

“I’m doing okay,” answered Charlene.

“Have you ever been with a man?”

Charlene nodded.

“That’s good,” said Shani. “Being a blonde, you won’t have to worry about dates.”

“Um, Shani, have you ever had any regrets about being an escort?”

Shani shook her head. “It was my choice to do it, and I got paid, paid really good to do what I did. I mean, I didn’t do anything that I wouldn’t have on my own. I don’t see anything wrong about it.”

“I see what you mean,” said Charlene.

“Besides, Mr. Cain treats us really nice, he treats all the girls nice. It’s been a pleasure to work for him.”

Chapter 18

The next week, Charlene met Mr. Renoir in his office.

“Good evening, my dear,” he greeted. “How are you doing?”

Charlene gave him a hug and smiled back. “I’m doing great, thank you.”

“Are you getting along well with the other girls?”

Charlene nodded. Over the past week she had been paired with most of the other girls.

“May I see how you’re progressing?” he asked.

Charlene nodded and removed her dress, bra, breast pads and panties. She kept her stockings and heels on.

Standing nearly naked in front of her boss, Charlene felt strangely at ease. Her nipples were erect and sticking out. It was also obviously that she was developing breasts.

Mr. Renoir was pleased that she had no trouble disrobing in front of him. That meant she was accepting the changes.

Mr. Renoir inspected her body carefully. “I’m very impressed; I’m seeing significant breast growth already.”

“I was told that I’m ahead of schedule by the other girls,” she said.

“Very much so, I can’t wait to see what you look like in a week,” he said. “I’ll get the juice for you; please get dressed.”

Chapter 19

Charlene was on her own for the first time that evening and she was determined not to mess up. Thankfully she had two very cooperative groups to serve.

The first table was a group of men in expensive suits. They barely noticed her as she served them one round of beers after another. Still, she couldn’t complain when they left her several hundred dollars in tips.

The second group was mixed between men and women. Judging by their clothes and jewelry, they were all very wealthy. The women were all drinking Dom Perignon champagne while the men were drinking a variety of mixed drinks.

They all appeared to be having a good time and Charlene was tipped heavily with each round of drinks. She wondered what it must be like to be so free spending.

One of the men ran his eyes over Charlene. He was a good-looking man who appeared to be in his late thirties. The man had his arm around a stunning brunette, although Charlene would later be told that the woman had had numerous plastic surgery operations.

“I haven’t seen you here before…Charlene,” he said as he leaned closer to see her nametag. “Did Mr. Renoir just hire you?”

“Yes, I just started last week,” she replied with a smile. That was probably the hardest part of the job, smiling all the time, and not just a regular smile either, she had to have a big smile.

“You’re very lovely,” said the woman as she ran her tongue slowly across her lips. “When will you be available, my pet?”

“Next month,” Charlene replied.

“That’s perfect, just in time for my birthday,” said the woman as she looked at the man. “I want her!”

“She would be a nice gift,” said the man. “I’m Brad and this is my wife, Vanessa.”

The woman extended her hand and Charlene shook it. “Pleased to meet you.”

The woman stared into Charlene’s eyes. “I can’t wait to unwrap you my pet.”

Charlene just smiled back. Shani was right; she wouldn’t have any shortage of customers.

When Charlene was up at the bar, Vikki came over to her.

“I see that the Matson’s have taken an interest in you,” said Vikki.

“You know them?” asked Charlene.

Vikki nodded. “Oh yes. They’re really nice, big tippers, and fun to be around.”

“That’s good to know,” replied Charlene. “They’re definitely having a good time tonight.”

“That’s nothing new. Brad inherited a fortune and invested heavily in real estate; they say he’s worth millions.”

“What about Vanessa?”

“Believe it or not she’s a lawyer; specializes in lawsuits against the drug companies,” replied Vikki. “She’s also the boss of the household.”

“Really?”

Vikki nodded. “She doesn’t play it up in public, but she totally dominates Brad.”

“I never would have suspected,” replied Charlene. “I guess I have a lot to learn.”

“While we’re on the topic, tomorrow I’ll take you to the sex shop, it’s time you started training your body so you’ll be ready next month.”

It took Charlene a moment to realize what Vikki was talking about. “You mean…”

Vikki nodded. “Trust me on this; you want to be prepared down there.”

Chapter 20

“How’s Charlene doing?” asked Cain as he leaned back in his office chair.

Vikki sat down in front of him and crossed her legs. “She’s adapting quite nicely. I started her sexual training yesterday and put her on a routine to prepare her body.”

“Good,” he replied as he leaned forward to get a cigar. “How do think she’ll be sexually?”

“From what I’ve seen, I suspect she’s a switch, which will make her more marketable,” replied Vikki.

“Very good,” replied Cain as he lit his cigar. “That will make the Matsons very happy. They’ve already put in a bid for her first date.”

“What sort of requests have they made?”

Cain blew out some smoke. “They’d like her to be a school girl. That should work out nicely as Charlene looks very young.”

“I’ll start looking for a uniform for her,” said Vikki.

Cain nodded.

“She’s quite intelligent,” added Vikki.

“I’ve noticed. I think she’ll be a good person to be your replacement,” said Cain. “Assuming you still want to move on.”

“By the time she’s ready I will be,” said Vikki. “I love what I’m doing, but I think in a couple of years I’ll be ready for a change.”

“Good, I already have an idea for your next job,” he said.

Chapter 21

“I’m impressed, I’ve never seen such a rapid change,” exclaimed Mr. Renoir as he inspected the partially clothed Charlene.

“I measured her and she’s already a 32-B,” stated Vikki.

“I see that your clitty has begun to shrink,” noted Cain.

“Yes, but it’s even more sensitive,” said Charlene.

“How big were you before?” he asked.

“When I was hard seven inches,” she replied.

“And now?”

“Less than five,” she replied.

He cast a glance at Vikki. “Remarkable.”

“Charlene, you’re having the best reaction we’ve ever seen to the juice. Do you feel any different?” asked Vikki.

Charlene began to get dressed. “I feel more comfortable; it’s hard to explain, but I just feel more like a woman.”

“I know what you mean, I felt the same way,” said Vikki.

“Now, Charlene, Vikki has told me that you’ve been training your body, how has that been going?” asked Mr. Renoir.

“It feels great,” she replied. “I’m careful like Vikki trained me; I don’t want to hurt myself.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Oh, Vikki will take you by the DMV tomorrow so you can get your new license. I should have your Social Security card soon.”

“How can I ever thank you?” asked Charlene.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. This is going to be a very profitable and rewarding partnership for both of us.”

“Is there really that big a demand for girls like me?” she asked.

“Absolutely, if I could, I would have twice as many transgendered women working for me,” he replied. “For some men, it allows them to taste forbidden fruit…without compromising their own personal sexuality.”

“So they gave have an erect penis, but because it’s on the body of a beautiful woman it’s not gay?” she asked.

Cain laughed heartedly. “That’s one way of putting it, my dear. Some men actually prefer women like you and can admit it, some women like it too.”

“I think I understand,” she replied.

Chapter 22

The next day, Vikki and Charlene were having a late lunch together.

Charlene took out her license and stared at it again.

“I did the same thing when I got mine,” said Vikki.

“It’s sort of surreal, I mean a month ago I was a guy and now I’m a legally a woman,” she replied.

“No regrets?”

Charlene shook her head. “I love what’s happening to me.”

“That’s good,” replied Vikki. She then told her about the Matsons.

“Like I told you before, Vanessa is the dominant one in their relationship, she’ll definitely want to control you,” explained Vikki. “She’ll also want you to dominate and make love to Brad.”

“You mean she’ll want to me…to fuck him?” she asked in a near whisper.

Vikki nodded. “She’ll probably want to make love to you with a strap-on.”

“It still seems so strange…I never would have guessed, they seemed so mainstream….so normal,” said Charlene.

“I know, but even though they’re a little bent, they’re very safe. You don’t have to worry about them doing anything crazy.”

“And they want me to be dressed as a school girl?”

“Yes, I’ll help you with your hair and makeup and you’ll look like you’re sixteen,” said Vikki. “It’s a fantasy for them and this way it’s safe for all involved.”

“Is this…normal?” asked Charlene. “I mean, is this what I can come to expect?”

Vikki smiled. “The Matsons are a little out there sexually compared to most of the people we get. Most of the clients you’ll get just want straight sex; some will want to give you oral, things like that. Mr. Renoir frowns on real exotic sexual acts. He feels he’s providing a classy service. There are other places people can go for real kinky stuff. However, get used to costumes and very specific requests for outfits.”

“I assume if they make a request for that, the price goes up, right?”

Vikki smiled. “You do have a good business mind.”

“Thanks,” replied Charlene.

Chapter 23

Charlene found herself inspecting her body daily to see the latest changes. While she focused on her growing breasts, she also noticed that her waist was thinner and her hips and butt were getting larger.

Her face also looked different; it seemed softer, less harsh. Even without makeup and her hair pulled back she looked like a woman, which pleased her.

She had called her parents and told them that she was transgendered. Now that her name had been changed, it made no sense to keep it a secret.

They immediately hung up on her. Still, she called back several times. She knew her parents had Caller ID and that they were ignoring her calls, but she kept it up. Finally her mother answered the phone.

“What do you want?” her mom demanded.

“Mom, I just want to let you know that I don’t need or want anything from you. I also don’t want your permission. I’m doing this to feel whole and not to get back at you and Dad,” she blurted out quickly before she was hung up on again.

There was a long silence, but at least her mom was still on the line.

“Mom, please understand; I’m happier as a woman. I’m still going to finish college too…on my own.”

“I always suspected you were different,” said her mom softly following a long pause. “Are you really happier?”

“Yes, Mom, I am,” she replied.

“What…what do you want to be called now?”

“Charlene,” she relied.

“Nice choice. What are doing for a job?”

Charlene figured it was shock enough to tell them about her new gender and decided to stretch the truth slightly. “I got a job as a waitress. The money is good and it will allow me to finish college.”

There was another long pause. “I hope you know that that was not my decision.”

“Does it really matter now?” asked Charlene. “What was done is in the past. I don’t hold it against you or Dad.

“No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Mom, I’m happy now. Look, I’m not going to drop in unannounced or anything like that. I would like to maintain contact with all of you…after all we’re still family.”

There was another pause. Charlene then realized that her mom was relaying the conversation to her father.

“Okay, that’s acceptable,” she said,

Nice choice of words, thought Charlene, still it was a start. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Okay, Charle….I mean Charlene,” she said.

The call ended. However, an hour later, Charlene’s mom called back.

“Just one quick thing, could you send me a photo?”

“Sure, Mom,” replied Charlene.

“Use my work email please,” she continued.

“Okay, um Mom, thanks,” said Charlene. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dear. Please give us time,” she said before hanging up.

Maybe there was hope for them after all, she thought.

Chapter 24

“What’cha doin’ Charlene?” asked Brittney.

Charlene looked up from her laptop computer. “I was just figuring how much I’ve earned so far. After expenses I’m well into the black and have almost enough money complete college. If this keeps up, I might even go to grad school.”

“That’s nice. I never cared for college. I only attended a semester before dropping out,” she said.

“What to you want to do?”

“For now, I want to move up to dancing. I have to admit that I love the idea of being on stage. I know I should have better plans, but it’s what I want now,” she replied. “I’m saving money so I can try and buy a condo.”

“That’s good to hear,” said Charlene. “Um, did you always want to be a girl?”

Brittney nodded. “Oh yeah. I used to dress in my sister’s stuff all the time.”

“How did you get hired here?”

“I was hanging out in a drag-bar downtown and this guy came up to me and gave me his business card. He said I had potential.”

“What was his name, was it Kelly?” asked Charlene.

Britney shook her head. “No, it was Marc; he had a slight French accent, why?”

“No reason,” replied Charlene. She wondered if she would ever hear from Kelly again.

Brittney looked over at Charlene’s laptop.

“Can you teach me that?”

“You mean how to do a budget?”

Britney nodded.

“Sure, it’s a pretty easy program. Do you have a computer?”

Brittney shook her head. “Nope.”

“I can help you pick one out,” said Charlene.

“Cool, I’d like that,” said Brittney. “I’m really happy they hired you.”

Charlene smiled back. “Thank you.”

Chapter 25

By the third week, Charlene’s body was continuing to show massive change.

Standing in front of Mr. Renoir and Vikki, she showed them the changes in her body. She posed in her high heels for them.

“I would say that you’re breasts are large enough that you can stop wearing your breasts pads,” said Vikki. “The push-up bra should be enough.”

“I agree,” added Mr. Renoir. “I’m also impressed with your hips.”

Charlene’s hips and butt had undergone a growth spurt too, and she was developing a rather shapely figure.

“I see that your clit is smaller too,” continued Mr. Renoir.

Charlene explained that her clit, when hard, was just less than four inches, and was also much thinner.

“On the plus side, it‘s more sensitive and orgasms…well they’re incredible,” she finished with a sly smile.

Vikki nodded in agreement as a smile appeared on her face.

Mr. Renoir was very impressed and pleased with her progression.

“If this keeps up you should be ready to start dating ahead of schedule, if that’s acceptable to you, Charlene,” he said.

“I’d like that, Mr. Renoir.”

“What do you think, Vikki?” he asked.

“She’ll be ready in two weeks,” she answered.

“The Matsons are chomping at the bit for you. I understand Vikki has briefed you on their tastes, are you okay with that?” he asked.

Charlene nodded. “It’s fine.”

“Okay, Vikki, why don’t you make the arrangements,” he stated.

Chapter 26

That night, Charlene wore a low cut dress like the other girls now that she no longer wore breast pads.

Brittney immediately noticed and gave her friend a big hug. “Look at you! You’re a big girl now.”

“It feels good,” replied Charlene.

“I can’t believe you’re so big so quickly. I didn’t dump the pads for six weeks,” she answered. “So when do you start dating?”

“Two weeks,” she replied.

“Do you know who you’ll be with?”

“The Matsons,” Charlene answered. “Do you know them?”

“Very kinky, but great tippers,” said Brittney. “What sort of costume have they requested?”

“School girl.”

“Cute. I was a pizza delivery girl,” said Brittney.

Charlene giggled. “I would have liked to have seen that.”

“I have to admit that I looked damn good in that tight t-shirt and Daisy Dukes,” said Brittney as she struck a pose.

Lisa walked over and joined them.

“Where have you been, Lisa?” asked Brittney. “I haven’t seen you around for almost a week.”

“I was down in Miami with a client for last three days!” she squealed. “It was awesome and very, very profitable!”

“Good for you,” said Brittney. “Hey, Lisa, do you notice how Charlene had changed?”

Lisa ran her eyes up and down and then grinned; she reached over and gently cupped Charlene’s breasts with her hands.

“Very nice,” commented Lisa as she inspected her co-worker.

“She’s also going to start dating in two weeks,” added Brittney.

“That’s even better news, especially since Shani is leaving,” said Lisa.

“I know, tomorrow is her last night,” said Brittney.

“I think it’s wonderful that’s she’s getting married, although I’m a little peeved that we’re not invited.”

“Come on, she’s getting married down in the Bahamas,” said Brittney.

“I know, but I’ve always wanted to be in a wedding party,” said Lisa with a sigh.

“Well, if I get married I’ll have you in my bridal party,” said Brittney.

“Okay, and the same goes for me. What about you Charlene?”

“Sound good to me,” added Charlene.

“Well, we’d better get to work,” said Brittney as she glanced at her watch. “They’ll be opening the doors any moment.”

Chapter 27

“I’m so nervous,” said Charlene as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“You’ll be fine,” said Vikki.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Vikki looked at her employee and smiled. If she didn’t know it herself, she never would have thought that the schoolgirl sitting in front of her was a twenty-one-year-old transgendered girl.

Charlene was wearing a short plaid skirt, a white cotton blouse, knee-socks, and patent leather shoes. Over her blouse she wore a tight navy blazer, which combined with the undersized blouse, made her breasts appear very prominent. Charlene’s bra size was now 34-C, and they strained in the blouse, and her nipples pressed out through the taut material.

Her hair was styled into two pigtails held in place with pink bows. Her makeup gave her the appearance of a teenage girl, but also to give her the look of a good girl looking for trouble.

“You look fantastic, Charlene, you look like you’re barely sixteen, the Matsons will love you.”

“Thanks, Vikki. So… remind me again how this works, please?”

Vikki smiled back. She remembered how nervous she herself had been the first time.

“TJ will drive you to the Matson’s house and he will wait for you to call him when you are done. You should be done around one in the morning,” said Vikki. “Now, your fee has already been paid for, so there is no need to ask for payment. However, when the evening is done, you should get a sizable tip.”

“Okay,” said Charlene.

“Vanessa will tell you what to do, but again it won’t deviate from what the list of potential acts that she gave us. Remember, to stay in your role as the neighbor’s daughter who has stopped by to ask to use the phone.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“I’m know you’re a little nervous, but you’ll do fine. I have the greatest confidence in you,” said Vikki. “Just remember that this is just a game, so have fun with it.”

“Thank you, I will.”

Chapter 28

Charlene slipped her pink backpack over her shoulder and walked up the Matson’s driveway. She knew basically what would happen, but she had also been told to be flexible.

She arrived at the front door and knocked. Vanessa answered the door. She was dressed in a leather corset dress and knee high boots. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

“Good evening, Charlene, what are you doing out alone so late?” she greeted with a smile.

“Hi, Mrs. Matson, I lost my house key and my parents aren’t home. I was wondering if I could use your phone,” replied Charlene.

“Sure, please come in,” replied Vanessa.

Charlene entered the house and heard the door close behind her. She then heard the deadbolt lock shut.

“You know, Charlene, this is rather convenient, as I’m been meaning to talk to you for a while,” said Vanessa.

“About what?” asked Charlene innocently.

Vanessa grinned back. “I know your secret…you little sissy, and unless you do everything I tell you so will the rest of the neighborhood. I also doubt that your exclusive private school for girls would be happy to know what’s between your legs.”

She moved closer and pinned Charlene against her wall. She reached under Charlene’s skirt and slipped her hand into Charlene’s panties.

“You often forget to close your drapes my dear,” whispered Vanessa as she leaned over and began to kiss Charlene. At the same time Vanessa pressed Charlene’s hands against the wall.

Charlene tried to pull away, but found that Vanessa really was capable of overpowering her. The more she struggled, the more Vanessa got aroused.

Before she even knew what happened, Charlene felt handcuffs being clicked on right wrist. Her arms were pulled down and slipped behind her back. The second cuff clicked into place.

Vanessa then slipped a collar around Charlene’s neck and locked it into place. A leash was already attached to the collar; Vanessa gave it a slight tug.

“Please follow me, pet,” she ordered.

“Please, Mrs. Matson, please let me go, I won’t tell anyone,” whimpered Charlene.

Vanessa laughed. “I know you won’t, my pet. Oh, and from now on you will call me Mistress, do you understand?”

Vanessa then reached over and tweaked Charlene’s erect nipples.

Charlene gasped. Even though she knew this was all part of the act, she was actually getting aroused. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, girl,” replied Vanessa.

Chapter 29

Vanessa led Charlene upstairs to the master bedroom.

The room was dominated by a king-sized canopy bed. Charlene also noticed two chains with cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Within moments she knew what they for as her wrists were uncuffed and then attached to the chains. A moment later her arms were suspended above her head.

“I must admit that you are very feminine, and you have such lovely breasts. I wonder if they are real?” said Vanessa.

“They’re real, Mistress,” replied Charlene softly.

“I’d better check,” she answered and she began to unbutton Charlene’s blouse.

Charlene pretended to resist as Vanessa’s hands cupped her breasts.

“Well, well, they are real, and so pretty,” said Vanessa as she pulled Charlene’s bra down. She then leaned down and began to lick Charlene’s nipples.

Charlene couldn’t believe how good it felt as the older woman began to lick, suck and gently bite her nipples. She could feel her clitty getting hard in her panties.

“I think you like this, am I right…pet?”

“Yes, Mistress, it feels very good.”

“I want to finish undressing you, will you promise to obey me?” asked Vanessa.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“If you try to escape, I will hurt you,” continued Vanessa.

“I won’t, Mistress,” replied Charlene.

“What a good pet,” replied Vanessa.

Chapter 30

Charlene was released and led to the bed, where Vanessa began to undress her. Charlene noticed how slow and seductively the older woman worked. Every movement was designed to increase the sexual tension.

Soon, Charlene was completely naked, with the exception of the collar around her neck and lying on her back.

Vanessa took Charlene’s small erect clitty into her right hand as she used her left hand to play with Charlene’s nipples.

“You are truly a work of art, my dear, Cain sure knows how to pick them,” she said. She then reached up and removed the collar. “Enough games for tonight, I just want to make love to you, Charlene.”

The two began to embrace and kiss.

“You have such a darling little clitty, I can’t believe how sweet it is,” said Vanessa as she moved down to take it into her mouth.

At the same time, Charlene could feel Vanessa’s fingers rubbing against her ass.

Vanessa was soon working Charlene’s clitty in and out of her mouth. Charlene couldn’t believe how good it felt and began to wonder how much longer she could hold back her approaching orgasm.

Almost as if she could read Charlene’s mind, Vanessa stopped for a moment and looked up. “I want you to cum, my dear, don’t hold back.”

As Vanessa continued to suck on Charlene’s clitty, her fingers began to enter the young girl’s ass; it was all part of preparing the girl for what came next.

Less than a minute later, Charlene felt her orgasm build up to beyond the point of control and she screamed in ecstasy as she came. The orgasm swept through her whole body.

Vanessa sucked out every drop and then immediately moved up to begin kissing Charlene.

To her shock, Charlene offered no resistance and instead eagerly took her own seed, and swallowed all that Vanessa offered.

“I don’t know why, but you girls have the sweetest tasting cum,” moaned Vanessa. “It’s so good that I have to share it with you.”

Charlene couldn’t answer, and instead just nodded.

“Now, it’s my turn,” said Vanessa as she got up and reached into a dresser drawer.

Charlene watched as the woman inserted a double-ended dildo into her vagina. “The other end is for you, my dear.”

Chapter 31

Vanessa was surprisingly gentle as she positioned Charlene on the bed. She took great care to make sure that enough lubricant was used too.

Charlene was on all fours, positioned on a large pile of pillows.

“Now, try and relax my dear, you’ll enjoy it a lot more if you do,” whispered Vanessa as she prepared to mount Charlene.

Charlene felt the tip of the dildo press against her ass, and gasped slightly as it slid in.

Unlike the way that Kelly had fucked her, this time Vanessa took her time and was very gentle. The dildo slowly pressed deeper until it was all the way in.

“Does that feel good?” asked Vanessa.

Charlene moaned out a yes and Vanessa giggled.

Vanessa then began to slowly fuck Charlene, with each stroke; she slowly picked up the pace.

At the same time she reached under and began to play with Charlene’s nipples.

Charlene couldn’t believe how good it felt and moved to match Vanessa’s rhythm.

“Very nice,” moaned Vanessa. “You’re definitely worth the wait.”

Charlene lost all track of time as the woman made love to her. But soon she felt the pace quicken, and could tell that Vanessa was getting closer to orgasm.

To her own amazement, Charlene felt herself approaching climax too. The sensations were too good to resist and Charlene only hoped that she could hold on until Vanessa came.

Their orgasms were almost at the same time. Vanessa came first, but continued to fuck Charlene.

Both of them collapsed in post sexual exhaustion in each others arms.

Chapter 32

“You were excellent, my dear,” whispered Vanessa as she cuddled closer to Charlene.

“Thank you, I… I also enjoyed it,” she answered.

“I have to tell you something. Brad is out of town on a business trip. We had planned to share you the first time, but I couldn’t wait. When Cain called and said you were available I immediately grabbed you. I also wanted to be first,” she admitted.

“I’m glad you did,” said Charlene truthfully.

“Brad and I have a very open sexual arrangement; he knows how much I like girls like you. He likes girls like you too, but not as much as I do. I would like to become a regular with you, if you don’t mind,” explained Vanessa.

“I’d like that,” replied Charlene.

“I also have to admit that I love how young you look. I would never actually have sex with a teenager, but this gives me an outlet, does that make sense?”

Charlene nodded.

“So do you mind doing other fantasies with me?”

“No, not at all,” replied Charlene.

“Good. I have quite a few in mind. I can picture you as a cheerleader or a girl scout…just for starters,” said Vanessa, as she licked her lips. “I believe fantasy is important as it makes reality more tolerable.”

Charlene smiled back.

“I originally planned to share you with Brad, but I think that you will my indulgence alone. He has his eye on Lisa anyway, and I think he won’t mind.”

Chapter 33

“That dress looks great on you,” said Vanessa as she stood back and inspected Charlene.

Charlene nodded as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was now wearing a short red cocktail dress and high heels.

“I asked Vikki for your size. I really didn’t think that you’d want to leave as a school girl,” said Vanessa.

Charlene smiled back. “That was very thoughtful.”

Charlene had restyled her hair and reapplied her makeup to match the outfit.

“You still look like you’re barely eighteen, that will make you very much in demand,” commented Vanessa. “I can’t wait until we get together again.”

She walked Charlene downstairs where Charlene called her ride.

“You exceeded my wildest thoughts, Charlene,” said Vanessa as she gave Charlene another kiss. At the same time she slipped an envelope into Charlene’s hand. “Take care my sweet.”

Chapter 34

Charlene didn’t open the envelope until she got back to her home. She gasped as she saw the amount, as it was fifteen hundred in cash. Not bad for three hours works she thought.

She then remembered to call Vikki to let her know everything went well.

“Vanessa already called me to reserve you for next month. I’m glad you already have a regular client, Charlene,” said Vikki.

“It was a lot of fun,” said Charlene.

“It can be,” commented Vikki. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Charlene looked at the money again before placing inside a small safe that she had bought.

If this kept up she would easily have enough money for her fall tuition in a few weeks.

Chapter 35

“Wow, it sounds like you had a great time,” said Brittney after listening to Charlene tell her about her first session.

“It was pretty good. I realize not all are going to be like that, but it was a nice start,” replied Charlene.

“Well, wish me luck, I have a new client tomorrow night,” said Brittney.

“Wish me good luck tonight, one of my tables is a group of assholes,” added Charlene as she glared over to one of her tables.

Brittney looked over towards Charlene’s area.

“They look younger than our normal clients,” Brittney noted.

“They’re a bunch of frat-boys, two of them aren’t too bad, but the other two are morons,” replied Charlene. “The one with soul patch is the worst.”

“Do they go to the same college that you go to?” asked Brittney as she looked over at the table in question. She immediately saw the one that Charlene was talking about. He was good looking, but he also had the arrogant rich kid look to him.

“No, but that doesn’t matter. But the ones at my school are similar; almost as obnoxious,” continued Charlene placed her drinks on her tray.

“How did they get in, I mean it’s not like they could get a membership?”

“Apparently, the father of soul-patch is a long term member,” explained Charlene. “He signed them in and then left?”

“So what have they done bad so far?”

“They’re just arrogant and rude, also soul-patch and the redheaded one have grabbed my ass,” complained Charlene.

“You should tell Vikki, she’ll put a stop to that,” said Brittney. “They’re not supposed to touch you.”

“I asked them to stop, I suppose it will cost me some tip money, but to be honest I’m not exactly expecting a lot from them,” she replied. She picked up her tray of drinks and headed back to the table.

After she left, Brittney leaned over and told the bartender to keep an eye on the group.

Chapter 36

“Fuck, Mike, I can’t believe how hot the bitches are in this place,” exclaimed Larry Butler as he ran his fingers through his short red hair.

“I know man, isn’t it great?” replied Mike Franklin with pride. He knew he had made some points with his frat-brothers that night.

Mike was six-one and well built. He knew he was handsome and had his share of sexual conquests while at college.

“Thanks for bringing us, Mike. I’ve heard about this place, but never thought I’d get in,” said Kevin Mathis.

“I know, I tried to get in here a couple of times, but they always turned me away,” added Larry. “I thought it was bull that a strip club could be so selective, but now I understand why. I mean look at her tits!” He pointed to the girl on stage.

“My old man has a membership,” replied Mike as he did a shot of tequila. “Anyway, I told him that I wanted to show my frat brothers a good time and he gave me his card for the night.”

“What I can’t believe is that all the waitresses are almost as hot as the chicks on stage,” said Bob Jordan.

“I know, even though she’s a little touchy, our waitress is pretty hot,” said Larry. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her.”

Mike nodded and leaned closer to his friends. “I know. You want to know something else? My dad said that some of them work as escorts.”

“You mean they’re hookers?” asked Larry.

Mike shook his head. “Nah, it doesn’t work like that. They’re call girls, which means you pay a fee to go out with them. Anything else is done for tips. Basically it’s legalized prostitution.”

“I don’t imagine it’s cheap then,” said Larry.

“Nope,” replied Mike. “I get enough pussy without paying for it, but I have to admit that our waitress has a nice rack, I’d sure like to get my hands on them.”

The guys all started laughing loudly.

“Fuck man; let’s see if she’s interested, maybe she’ll give us all a blowjob, what do you think she charges?” said Larry.

Chapter 37

Charlene brought over the latest round of drinks for Mike and his party.

“Will there be anything else?” she asked with a forced smile.

“Yeah, how much to go out with us?” asked Larry.

“Do you offer a group discount?” asked Mike as be broke out laughing at his own joke.

Charlene rolled her eyes. Maybe it was time to get Vikki involved as they were getting more obnoxious by the minute. They were also getting drunk, especially soul-patch and the redhead.

“Well, I’ll check back with you in a while,” said Charlene and she turned to leave. She decided that she would let TJ know she was having trouble with some guests, he would know what to do.

“What a bitch,” stated Larry loudly. “She thinks she’s too fuckin good for us!”

Charlene heard him, but kept going, although she began to walk faster.

“That’s so fuckin’ rude. I mean she’s just a fuckin’ waitress. I’ll be right back,” said Mike. He stood up and smiled at his friends.

“Mike, forget it, she’s just doing her job,” said Kevin. He could see that the people around them were glaring at them. The last thing he wanted was to get kicked out of the club or worse. He had heard rumors that the club owner had been a mercenary or something like that.

“No way, she can’t treat my brothers like that,” shouted Mike over his shoulder.

“Go get her, man!” exclaimed Larry as he got up to follow his friend.

Mike smiled and walked towards Charlene. He really wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His dad had told him to behave, but he wanted to show his friends that he was a big man.

Charlene didn’t hear Mike approach her from behind due to the loud music blaring in the background for the dancer.

When Mike was almost behind her, he got an idea. He immediately reached under Charlene’s dress and grabbed her hard between the legs. He immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Holy Shit! She’s a fuckin’ dude!” he screamed as he pulled back.

Charlene dropped her tray when Mike grabbed her. Stunned, she turned to see who had grabbed her.

All of Mike’s friends were now standing and staring in his direction. This was just great; he would never live this down. He actually grabbed some faggot’s dick. Instantly he was filled with rage.

Unfortunately for Charlene, she was about to feel the brunt of Mike’s fury. Just as she turned she caught Mike’s first punch in the nose. This knocked her back and to the ground. Her head bounced off the hard floor.

“You fuckin’ freak!” screamed Mike as he sprung on top of her and began to punch her repeatedly in the face.

Larry ran over and began to kick Charlene in the ribs. “Get him Mike! Kick his ass!”

TJ and the other bouncers had seen Mike’s initial grope and were moving towards him when the first punch struck Charlene. They rushed in and tackled Mike and Larry. It didn’t take much to restrain them. The other guys hadn’t left their table, but they were also surrounded by bouncers. They didn’t offer any resistance.

The attack had only lasted a few seconds, but the damage was done.

Brittney had also seen the attack and screamed as she ran to her friend’s aid.

“Charlene, speak to me!” screamed Britney as she knelt down to her friend. She gasped as she saw Charlene’s injuries. “Please someone call an ambulance! Someone do something!”

“Don’t move her, Brittney,” said Vikki, who rushed over to the scene of the assault. She looked up at the bouncers, who were subduing the guys. “TJ, get them out of here, Now!”

TJ nodded and the frat-boys were led away.

Vikki knelt down next to Brittney and looked at Charlene. She could tell that Charlene was badly injured.

Charlene’s face was bloody as her nose was split open. There was also blood coming from out of her mouth.

“Why won’t she answer me?” cried Britney. “Is she dead?”

“She’s unconscious, you can see that she’s still breathing,” answered Vikki who was doing her best to try and stay calm.

The bartender yelled that the EMTs were on the way.

“I’m a doctor, please let me through,” said an older man with a gray beard.

The other bouncers let the man through and he immediately began to examine Charlene. He could tell immediately that her injuries were severe.

“She must have hit her head on the floor when he knocked her down, there might be a skull fracture,” he said. “Best not to move her until the EMTs get here; she might also have neck injuries. The good thing is that she’s breathing on her own.”

He didn’t see the need to point out that her breathing was labored. He could tell that she probably had a punctured lung as he gently felt her side and could tell that she had broken ribs.

“Can’t you stop the bleeding?” begged Brittney as she wiped her tears away.

“She’ll be fine, young lady,” said the doctor in a calm manner. “Why don’t you sit down?”

“I’m not leaving her,” cried Brittney.

The doctor looked at Vikki who shook her head. The doctor nodded and continued to examine Charlene.

Chapter 38

Cain hung up the phone and then glared at the four young men who were sitting his office. A bouncer was standing behind each one of them.

“What are you going to do with us?” asked Bob nervously. He had expected the police to arrive immediately after Mike and Larry beat up the waitress. The fact that the police hadn’t been called worried him.

“That will be decided as soon as David Franklin gets here,” answered Cain.

Mike snickered. “Big fuckin’ deal. So I punched out a waitress, I mean it was guy in a dress! A fucking sissy!”

Cain’s eyes met Mike’s. Without raising his voice he addressed Mike. “Shut your foul mouth before I do… or before they do.”

Mike looked up at TJ, who glared back at him.

This was the first time that one of the girls had been hurt on his shift and TJ badly wanted revenge. He would have gladly taken the punk kid out back and beat him to a pulp, and he would have enjoyed doing it.

Mike rolled his eyes. “I’m sooo scared. What are you going to do? If you have us arrested my dad will just have us bailed out. Besides, since you know my dad you also know how important he is, we won’t even go to trial. If you beat us up my parents will sue your ass,” continued Mike. He leaned back in his chair. “Fuck, he’s gotten me out of worse messes than this. You just run a strip club, you can’t scare us.”

Cain had enough of Mike’s false bravado and decided to make him sweat a little. Without looking away from Mike, he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a loaded 9mm Beretta. The handgun was fitted with a silencer.

“The only thing that is keeping you alive is the fact that I know your father,” replied Cain calmly. “I don’t tolerate anyone hurting my staff.”

“He’s bluffing, I bet that isn’t even a real gun,” said Mike with a smirk as he looked at his friends.

The others weren’t so sure and they began to squirm in their chairs. As they tried to pull away, they felt the hands of the bouncers holding them in place.

“Mike, I know guns and that’s no toy,” warned Kevin.

“Yeah, right, what’s he going to do, shoot me?” replied Mike with a snicker.

In the blink of the eye, Cain picked up the handgun, chambered a round, and pulled the hammer back. The sound of the round entering the chamber was deafening in the otherwise quiet office. He then pointed it directly at the frat boy’s head. The barrel was aimed between Mike’s eyes and was less than two feet away.

“Son, you wouldn’t be the first that I’ve killed, so if I were you I would shut your stinking mouth,” warned Cain. “I keep special rounds in this gun, they’ll go in and bounce around without exiting, and it saves on cleanup. All it will take is a short squeeze and it’ll lights out for you.”

“Mike, shut the fuck up, he’s not joking around!” begged Kevin frantically. “Mister, he’s a jackass, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Interesting observation. I’d listen to your friend…Jackass… he appears to have more brains than you do,” noted Cain in a calm manner as he continued to point the gun at Mike head. Cain’s arm was rock steady.

For the first time that evening Mike was worried. The barrel of the handgun looked as big as a cannon and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Maybe this guy wasn’t just trying to scare him.

“Mike, look behind him… look at those pictures and plaques, his guy is hardcore!” continued Kevin as he pointed to the wall behind Cain.

Bob looked at what his friend was talking about and saw photos of armed men. From their weapons and uniforms he could tell that they weren’t US forces. He had always considered himself a bit of a military buff, and as he looked at the photos he realized what they showed. The plaques and other memorabilia confirmed his fears.

“Mike, I think this guy was in the French Foreign Legion,” said Bob nervously. He pointed at the kepi. “Look at the hat!”

“Very observant, laddie. To be more precise, it’s called a Kepi Blanc. I served mainly in the 13th Foreign Legion Demi-Brigade which is stationed in Djibouti,” explained Cain without taking his eyes off Mike. “I was a master sergeant when I left to become a soldier of fortune.”

Larry looked confused and glanced over at Mike.

“What does that mean?” asked Larry.

“He’s telling us he was a mercenary, he killed for a living,” explained Bob. “I’m not ready to die because you’re an idiot, so keep your fuckin’ mouth shut, Mike! And that goes for you too, Larry!”

Larry began to tremble from fear.

“Seriously man, we’re in enough trouble as it is,” added Kevin.

Mike stared at the handgun and nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll be quiet.”

“Good boy, you’re not totally brain-dead,” said Cain as he set the gun down, easing the hammer down as he did. It had served the purpose to scare them. He then leaned over and glared at Mike. “But just so you know, I’ve killed men for assaulting a woman like you did and if she doesn’t recover I just might do it again. Oh, and I would watch would you say about her too. I’m not in a very forgiving mood right now. You’re starting to piss me off and I have a very bad temper.”

“How...how bad is she hurt?” asked Kevin nervously.

“She’s in surgery as we speak,” replied Cain. He then turned back to Larry and Mike. “You two did quite a number on her, you must be really proud of yourselves. I mean you’re both six feet tall and appear to be in good shape, you must feel like real men to beat up a petite young woman.”

“I didn’t hurt him…I mean HER… all that much anyway,” said Mike in a softer tone. He just thought that he had knocker her out, the thought that she was undergoing surgery sent a chill through him; he didn’t care about the waitress, rather he was worried that this might be too big a problem for his father’s money.

“Au Contre, I just talked to the doctor. She has a concussion, a broken nose, other facial injuries, three broken ribs, internal bleeding and a punctured lung,” said Cain as he listed the injuries. He then stared angrily at Larry. “And I haven’t forgotten what you did, laddie. That was real brave to kick an unconscious girl. I bet you’re very proud of yourself.”

Larry began to cry. “Please don’t hurt me, I…I didn’t mean to injure her.”

“I doubt that,” replied Cain. “But just so you know, if I decided to hurt you it would be on purpose.”

Larry tried to stand up and immediately was pushed back down into his chair by the bouncer standing behind him.

Cain then turned to Bob and Kevin. “Now, you two didn’t do anything…one way or the other, but I am holding you here anyway, until Mr. Franklin arrives. We’ll decide if an agreeable compromise can be reached or if the authorities will get involved.”

Chapter 39

David Franklin arrived at the club and was immediately escorted back to Cain’s office. He had been out to dinner party with his wife when he got he call and was still wearing a suit, although his tie was off and the top button of his shirts were unbuttoned.

Cain looked at TJ. “Take the boys outside. I’d like to talk to Mr. Franklin in private.”

The four boys were escorted out of Cain’s office.

Mike looked at his father and was about to speak, when David put his hand up. “Not one more word, Michael!”

Once the boys were taken out, Cain shut the door and extended his hand.

“Thank you for calling me. How bad is it, Cain?” David asked as they shook hands.

Cain explained what had happened.

“How do you want to handle this?” asked David as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Please sit down, David,” said Cain pointing to a chair.

David Franklin nodded. He was a building contractor who over the years had build up a sizable fortune. He also had his share of skeletons in the closet.

“Your son is a real piece of work,” said Cain as he filled two glasses with single malt whiskey. He handed one to David.

David didn’t reply as he took the glass.

“I take that you don’t disagree with me,” continued Cain who made a toasting gesture with his glass and took a sip.

“I suppose that I got him out of trouble one too many times,” said David sadly. “I kept hoping he would grow up.” He then lifted the drink to his lips and felt the warm liquid pour down his throat.

“The reason I called you is that I know that if the police get involved in this nothing good will come out of it,” added Cain as he refilled their glasses. “It would just make a bad situation worse.”

David nodded. His wife came from a very influential family with ties to the local government. Still, the last thing he wanted was publicity, as he was currently involved in some very delicate negotiations for a major redevelopment plan.

“Now, tell me about the other boys,” said Cain as he leaned back in his chair.

“Kevin and Bob are pretty good kids, I was hoping that it would rub off on Mike. I suspect the reason they didn’t do anything was that they were stunned by Mike and Larry’s actions. Larry Butler’s almost as bad as Mike; it doesn’t surprise me to hear that he joined in the attack. He’s not the type to start trouble, but he’s quick to join in, not very smart either. His father is an investment banker here in town.”

“Jonathan Butler?” asked Cain

David nodded. “You know him?”

“I’ve had some business dealings with him in the past,” replied Cain with a sly smile. “I think he’ll be cooperative too.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I appreciate you calling me first, but the question remains, what happens now?” asked David.

“I demand justice for what was done here tonight,” said Cain in an unemotional tone. “Carlene was just doing her job; she definitely didn’t deserve to be assaulted.”

“I know that. Of course, financially everything will be taken care of,” answered David. “All her medical bills will be paid for, and she’ll be financial compensated.”

“I know you’ll take care of that,” said Cain as he reached for a cigar. “But money isn’t everything.”

David nodded.

“Mike and Larry need to make amends for what they did; the other two also need to take a deep look at their lives, and the friends they make. Jail would only make them worse, and as much it would give me personal satisfaction, killing them won’t solve anything either,” continued Cain.

David stared at the man in silence, he wasn’t sure if Cain was kidding or not.

“I also want to make one thing very clear; the main reason I’m willing to make a deal is to protect Charlene. A trial would be very traumatic for her, considering her gender situation. She has suffered enough. Now, I want to remind you that I know things…things that people might not want to be made public, this is not a threat, it is just stating the facts,” explained Cain. “I also know that you are a man that I can trust to come up with a suitable resolution to this unsavory affair.”

David nodded again. He appreciated the fact that Cain was being so open about the situation.

“I want an acceptable agreement by noon,” continued Cain. “I’m flexible on Kevin and Bob, but Mike and Larry need an attitude adjustment.”

“And if we can’t come up with one?” asked David.

“Then I will take matters into my own hands. This is a matter of honor. You know me, David; I helped you out several times in the past, so you know I’m not bluffing.”

David nodded. Several years ago he was getting extortion threats from a local gang. Work sites were vandalized and equipment was stolen. Out of desperation, David had gone to Cain for help. While he never knew exactly what Cain had done, the gang problems immediately stopped.

“I’ll call you by eleven,” said David.

Chapter 40

Cain arrived in the hospital ER and found Vikki, Brittney, and other employees in the waiting room.

“Any word, Vikki?” he asked softly as he sat down next to her.

Vikki shook her head. “The last we heard she was still in the operating room, something about a blood clot on the brain.”

She had been trying to be the strong one for everyone else, but now that Cain was her she could let out her emotions. She immediately began to sob.

Cain leaned over to hug and comfort her.

A few minutes later Brittney came over. Judging from her eyes, she had been crying.

“Excuse me, Mr. Renoir, what will happen to the bastards that hurt her?” asked Brittney. “Please tell that they’ll pay for what they did.”

“That’s being decided as we speak,” he replied. He then stood up to address the dozens of employees that were crowded into the waiting room. “I know this is difficult for everyone. I’ve prided myself on the fact that no one gets hurt in my club. Unfortunately, you can’t account for everything. I also know that your thoughts are with Charlene so I’m closing the club for the next couple of days, however everyone will be paid.”

It was two hours later that the doctor came out.

He pulled Cain and Vikki aside to brief them.

“How is she doing?” asked Cain.

“She’ll make it, she’s a tough one, although she won’t be going anywhere for a while,” the doctor replied. “The good news is that I don’t think there will be any permanent damage. Thankfully, we were able to operate quickly and the clot wasn’t very big.”

“What about the other injuries?” asked Vikki.

“She has several broken ribs, and a punctured lung, she’s breathing with the aid of a respirator. There was some internal bleeding, but I think we got it all,” the doctor replied.

“And her face?” asked Vikki.

“She’ll need some reconstructive surgery,” said the doctor. “Her nose was split open and she has a several other broken bones, hopefully they’ll heal properly. I can give you the name of several excellent plastic surgeons.”

“Thank you, doctor, but I already have one in mind,” replied Cain.

“She’ll also need some dental work,” continued the doctor.

“I know an excellent dentist too,” said Cain.

“Of course. I hope they catch the thugs that did this to her,” said the doctor.

“We’re working on that too,” said Cain.

Chapter 41

“What about her family?” asked Vikki as she sipped a cup of coffee.

Cain rubbed his chin. “They should be contacted.”

“I’ll take care of it. I have the number in her file,” replied Vikki. “They live on the other coast.”

“If they want to come out, put it on the company card,” said Cain. “That includes hotel, rental car, airline tickets… the works.”

Vikki nodded. “So what is going to happen to those guys? Personally, I could care less about them, I…I just don’t want to see you in get trouble.”

Cain reached over and gently placed his hand on Vikki’s cheek. “Thank you very much, Vikki. No, I won’t hurt them. I have to admit that I enjoyed making them sweat. I’m waiting for a call that will decide their fate.”

Chapter 42

At eleven, Cain was sitting at his desk as David entered his office.

David looked exhausted and as if he hadn’t had any sleep.

“Please sit down, David. Would you like a drink?” asked Cain.

“Just coffee, please,” replied David.

Cain picked up his phone. “TJ, would bring in two mugs of coffee to my office.”

“How’s the girl?” asked David as he rubbed his eyes.

“She’s recovering,” said Cain.

David nodded. “That’s good to hear…best news I’ve heard all night.”

TJ entered with the coffee and departed without a word.

“I talked to the other boys’ fathers,” said David as he sipped the coffee. “I think we have an acceptable proposal.”

Cain didn’t say anything as he took in the aroma of the coffee.

David pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. “In financial terms, the girl’s medical expenses will be paid for. Additionally, we will provide a cash settlement to provide for her future.”

He then passed the paper to Cain, who reviewed the numbers. “These appear to be acceptable.”

David nodded.

“What about the boys?” asked Cain as he sipped his coffee.

“Bob and Kevin have agreed to join the Peace Corps,” said David. “They both told me that even though they didn’t participate in the assault, they should have done something. Both graduate in next year, and they said that they would try to do some good. They will give me proof of enrollment in the program and I’ll pass that on to you.”

Cain sipped his coffee. “That’s more than acceptable. They’ll also become better human beings from the experience.”

“I agree. As for Mike and Larry, his father and I agree that they need structure and discipline. They also need to be one their own so they learn to be responsible for their own actions.”

“Go on,” said Cain as he leaned back in his chair.

“If you approve they will enlist in the armed forces,” said David. “Larry’s father has them both downtown outside the main recruiting station.”

Cain looked up from his coffee without a word.

“Cain, I know your military background and you know that I also served. I don’t like dumping problems on the armed forces, but I don’t know of any other way. This is the only way I can think of to make them grow up. If it works then they’ll become men, and if it doesn’t…well, that will be their problem.”

Cain took another sip of his coffee. “The military doesn’t allow instant enlistments. I’ll need proof they are in.”

“I know, we’ll make sure that they get in,” said David.

“Make it the Marines,” said Cain as he set his mug down on his desk.

David nodded as he pulled out his cell phone.

Cain shook his head. “No need to call, we’ll go there right now. Besides, I want to see their faces.”

Chapter 43

Cain and David arrived at the downtown recruiting station and met Jonathan Butler and the two boys.

“So, everything is to your agreement?” asked Jonathan, a portly man in an expensive suit as he extended his hand

Cain nodded as he shook it. The last time he had seen Jonathan it concerned an employee who had stolen funds. For reasons that remained secret, Jonathan couldn’t go to the police. Cain arranged for the man and the funds to be brought back into the country.

Mike and Larry had their head down. It was obvious that they didn’t like the agreement. They also didn’t like the fact that Cain was there.

“Dad, does it have to be the Marines? I mean there’s a war going on,” whined Mike.

“Man, I don’t want to be shot at,” added Larry. ‘I don’t want to go in the Army either.”

Cain shook his head. “No, it doesn’t have to be the Marines.”

Mike smiled at Larry. “Great! We’ll join the Air Force.”

“Maybe we can go in the Peace Corps like Bob and Kevin!” exclaimed Larry as he high-fived Mike.

Cain flashed a wicked smile. “You didn’t let me finish; it’s the Marines or I’ll take you to Marseille myself and sign you up in the Legion. I’ll even pay for the flight. In fact I still know some of the men who would train you. I can guarantee you would have an extremely interesting time.”

Mike looked at Larry, and then they both looked at Cain; from the look on his face they could tell he wasn’t joking.

“I’ll take the Marines,” replied Larry immediately.

Mike looked at his father. “Dad, do something….please.”

“I am, Mike, it’s something I should have done years ago. You need to grow up!” snapped back David.

“You’re both damn lucky that Mr. Renoir is handling things this way,” added Jonathan. “If I was in his shoes your asses would be the county jail.”

“What do you want to do? Do we go in and talk to the recruiter?” asked Cain as he stared into Mike’s eyes. “Or is it the airport?”

Chapter 44

“I wish I could have been there,” said Vikki.

Cain smiled. “I thought the Butler kid was going to soil himself as he signed up. Of course, it’s not official yet, they still have to pass their tests, but they know that I’m not kidding. Now, how is Charlene?”

“She’s being kept sedated. The doctor says that she’s doing okay, all things considered.”

“Have you contacted her parents?”

Vikki nodded. “I talked to her mother; she’ll be arriving tomorrow.”

“And her father?”

“That hasn’t been decided yet,” said Vikki.

“I understand. Look, why don’t you go home and get some sleep, I’ll take the next watch,” said Cain.

“You don’t look like you got any sleep yourself,” said Vikki.

“Sleep is for the weak,” he replied with a snicker. “Seriously, go home and get some sleep and take Britney with you.” He pointed to the girl curled up in one of the chairs.

“Okay, but call me when Charlene wakes up,” said Vikki.

Chapter 45

“Excuse, me,” said the nurse as she gently shook Cain. “The doctor said that you wanted to be woken when Ms. Maddox was conscious.”

Cain immediately sat up and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at his Rolex to see that he had been asleep for two hours.

“Um, thank you,” he replied as he stood up and stretched. He then ran his fingers through his hair.

The nurse smiled and led him to Charlene’s room.

Cain entered quietly and saw his young employee in the hospital bed. Her face was heavily bandaged and she had an IV coming out of her right arm. There was also an oxygen mask over her mouth.

“She’s been breathing better on her own, but as long as she has the tube in her chest he wants to keep her on oxygen,” explained the nurse. “It’s standard for punctured lungs.”

Charlene’s eyes turned slightly and she nodded weakly at seeing her boss.

Cain sat down next to and gently took her hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled softly.

He shook his head. “I’m the one who should be apologizing, my dear. I’m so sorry you got hurt like this.”

He then felt her tighten her grip on his hand. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “How…how bad is it?”

Cain saw no reason to hide the truth. Having comforted injured men on the battlefield he never lied about their condition when they asked. It went against what they had been told, but he believed the truth was better than a lie. He then proceeded to tell her what had happened and her injuries.

“Now, my dear, I don’t want you to worry. You’re going to have a full recovery. I already talked to one of the top plastic surgeons in the country about your injuries. It’s all be taken care of.”

Carlene nodded. “Thank you.”

She then drifted off to sleep. Cain kept a hold of her hand and watched her sleep.

Chapter 46

Vikki arrived at the hospital and found Cain sitting beside Charlene.

“How’s she doing?” she asked.

“She keeps coming in and out. She’s a strong one,” he replied. “The doctor is pleased with her recovery.”

“That’s wonderful news. Oh, both her parents are flying in early tomorrow. I’ll be picking them up at seven,” said Vikki.

“That’s great,” he replied without looking up.

She then put her hand on Cain’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Just tired, I’m not as young as I once was,” he replied. “We should tell her that her parents are coming out.”

“I’ll do it the next time she wakes up,” said Vikki.

Cain fought off a yawn.

“Well, I’m here now, why don’t you go home and go to bed. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you actually sleep,” said Vikki.

Cain turned and smiled. “Thank you.” He stood up and stretched. He stared at Charlene for a few more moments. “Did I ever tell you that I was married once?”

Vikki shook her head, in her years as his employee she had learned very little of his past.

“It was before I joined the Legion. I was eighteen when I got married and six months later our daughter was born,” he said. “My wife, Marie had a lot of family in the south of France. We went over there to visit and show off our beautiful daughter Brianna. We then spent a week in Northern Ireland to see some of my family. It was while we were there that Marie and Brianna were killed instantly in an IRA bombing; they were on a bus that was passing a car bomb, just bad luck, as the actual target was a military convoy. Anyway, after their funeral I got drunk, when I sobered up I used what money I had left to travel to France and enlisted in the Legion. I needed to start my life over.”

Vikki just listened in silence. She knew little of his background, and was shocked hear that he lost both a wife and a daughter.

“Anyway, I guess I see a little of my Brianna in all my girls, so seeing Charlene in pain brings back horrific memories. In you, and Charlene, and all the others I guess I now have dozens of daughters,” he continued. “I guess that’s why I want all of you to succeed. I know the club isn’t the best way of doing it, but it’s a start.”

Vikki wrapped her arms around Cain and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Chapter 47

“Mr. Renoir will meet us at the hospital,” explained Vikki as she drove Charlene’s parents to their hotel. “I would have taken you directly to the hospital, but the doctors don’t want any visitors until after nine in the morning.”

“We appreciate everything that you’ve done,” said Tracey Maddox.

Vikki noted how much Charlene looked like her mother.

“How is…how is she doing?” asked Frank Maddox. From the tone of his voice, Vikki could tell that he was really worried.

“They still have a tube in her chest. She’s also still pretty heavily sedated due to the broken ribs and facial injuries. Mr. Renoir has arranged for a specialist to examine her as soon as possible for reconstructive surgery,” said Vikki.

“What about the bastards that beat her up?” asked Frank angrily.

“Mr. Renoir will brief you on that,” said Vikki. “I’ve taken the liberty of reserving you a suite, that way you get a kitchen too, which has been fully stocked.”

“That’s very thoughtful,” said Tracey.

“Mr., Renoir knows you may be for a while and he wants you to be comfortable,” she replied. “You can call me anytime if you need something.”

Chapter 48

Vikki introduced Charlene’s parents to Cain.

He told them about the arrangements made concerning the assault. Afterwards, Vikki took Tracey in to see Charlene.

Frank pulled Cain aside to talk more about the plan.

“I can’t say that I like it, but I understand what you did,” said Frank. “Do you think they’ll keep their word?”

Frank was a short man with a receding hairline. He was starting to show other signs of middle age as he now had a slight paunch.

“I have no doubt that both Mr. Franklin and Mr. Butler will keep their word concerning the financial agreement,” replied Cain. “As for their sons, they’re both due to report in two weeks. I made it very clear to them what would happen if they didn’t.”

“And what is that?” asked Frank. “You mean you’ll turn them into the police?”

Cain shook is head. “No, they wouldn’t be that lucky. We made a deal, if they break it then it is affront to my honor.”

“So what will you do?” asked Frank as he leaned closer.

“It’s best that you don’t ask,” replied Cain. “But they wouldn’t hurt anyone else again.”

Frank then noticed the tattoo on Cain’s exposed right upper arm. It was partly visible due to the rolled up sleeve of Cain’s shirt.

Cain noticed where Frank was looking and pulled up his sleeve to expose the rest of it. “I got that when I was stationed in Djibouti. It’s the grenade insignia of the French Foreign Legion. I got it right after my first fire-fight. I figured that I had earned the right then.”

“I thought that’s what it was; I was in the Marines and was next to some of you guys in Kuwait in 91. I was tank driver,” replied Frank. He then nodded slightly. “I think I understand you more now. Now, tell me one more thing, what sort of place does Charlene work in? She said she’s a waitress, but I doubt if you’re the type that would run a diner.”

“It’s a very exclusive exotic dance club. Charlene is one of my servers,” replied Cain.

“I see, and you obviously know all about Charlene,” continued Frank.

Cain nodded. “I have several other transgendered girls working for me, and all work out of their own free will. I pay a high salary, much higher than they could get working someone else.”

“And what about what happened to Charlene?” asked Frank.

“No one feels worse than me. It’s the first time we’ve had an incident involving one of the girls. I’m already taking steps to prevent a repeat.” He then explained what happened in greater detail.

“I suppose there wasn’t much you could have done to stop it,” said Frank. “I just hope the bastards that hurt her end up in a combat unit.”

Cain smiled slightly. “I’ve already made some phone calls that should ensure that they do. I have a few friends in the Corps too.”

Frank nodded. “Well, I guess I better go see how Charlene is.”

Chapter 49

Charlene was awake and listening to her Mom, who was seated next to the bed.

Frank had been told the extent of his child’s injuries, but he was still shocked to see her in the hospital bed.

“Hi,” he greeted softly.

“Hi, Dad,” replied Charlene.

He pulled a chair and sat down next to her. He tried to speak, but couldn’t as he fought back tears.

“It’s okay, Dad, I know how you feel,” said Charlene.

Vikki and Cain left.

“How was her mother?” asked Cain once they were out in the hallway.

“Very sweet,” replied Vikki.

Cain nodded. “I told her father about the club, I figured he would have found out eventually.”

“Of course,” said Vikki.

“I didn’t tell them about everything, if you know what I mean.”

“I agree, this is enough to take in,” said Vikki.

“I‘d like you to stay here, Vikki, as I need to get back to the club, call me if you need anything,” said Cain. “As you know, I’ve called a meeting of all staff to brief them on Charlene and how this will never happen again.”

“Good,” said Vikki. She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Cain, please don’t blame yourself for this.”

He smiled. It was the first time that she had called him by his first name.

Chapter 50

Charlene was still in the hospital two days later, although she was doing much better.

Cain came in to see her, as he had done many times before. Each time he entered her room she noticed more flowers.

“Good afternoon, Charlene,” he greeted. “I see that you’re floral collection continues to grow.”

She smiled the best she could thought her bandages. “Hi, thank you for the roses, that was very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome. I thought I’d run into your parents,” he said as he pulled up a chair.

“They just left, Vikki is taking them by my place to pick up my mail,” said Charlene.

“How are things going with them?”

“Very well…all things considered,” she replied. “They’re still confused about why I’m now their daughter, but they accept me, so that’s a start.”

He nodded.

“It may sound strange, but this assault may have been the best thing to happen to me…at least when it comes to my relationship with my parents,” she explained. “I mean, before this…we had nothing…but now in some sort of weird way we realize how much we love each other.”

“I would have preferred that it didn’t take you almost being killed to accomplish this,” said Cain.

“Me too, but you take what life gives you. Oh, Vikki told me how you took care of everything, thank you,” she said.

“I just wish that it had never happened.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t remember much. I guess that I was knocked out from the first punch,” she said.

“It doesn’t,” he said as he took her hand in his. “The good thing is that you’ll be set financially now, you can concentrate on college, and even grad school without worrying about working.”

“I know, but…I still want to work in the club…when I’m recovered that is,” she said.

“Why?” shocked at her response.

“Part of it is I can’t have it end like this, part of it is that I like the people I work with…they’re my family,” she said as slight smile appeared on her face. “I also have a lot to learn about being a woman.”

“Well, you have plenty of time to think about that, but when you’re ready, you come talk to me, and let me know if still feel this way,” he said.

“Okay, but I know I’m not changing my mind,” she replied firmly.

He just nodded. “So is there anything I can get you?”

She shook her head. “No, just being here is enough. It’s nice to have people around me.”

“That’s understandable,” he replied.

“Can… can I ask you something?” she asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

“Obviously, you don’t just hire transgendered girls because of money; what is the real reason? I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”

He rubbed his goatee for a moment as if he was contemplating his reply. “It’s not easy for me to give up my secrets, Charlene,” he replied. “You’re right; it’s not just for the money. I once knew a transgendered girl, although I didn’t know it at the time, as she didn’t bloom until I had moved away.”

“What happened?” asked Charlene.

He rubbed his chin absentmindedly. “When she came out the only job she could get was working in a bar…nothing like the club you work in, it was a dive in a rather bad part of town. She also worked as a prostitute… and she was murdered by a client.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” stated Charlene.

“When I heard about it, I decided that someday I would do something to help girls like her,” he continued.

Cain closed his eyes and thought about his actions following her murder.

“She must have been special to you,” said Charlene.

He nodded. “She was my half-sister.”

The man who killed her was not arrested; the police had better things to do than to track down the killer of a transgendered whore. The man bragged to his friends how he had slit her throat. Cain took leave, quickly tracked the man down and efficiently executed him; it was a matter of honor.

Charlene clutched his hand tighter. “Did you know? I mean did you know when you were growing up?”

He shook his head. “I never suspected a thing, but I was five years older, and my home life was less than ideal. I quit school when I was twelve and starting working fulltime to support my family, as my father had abandoned us. Anyway, I was already in the Legion when she wrote and told me. My next leave I tracked her down and found her, working in a club in London. I tried to talk her out of being a prostitute, but she told me that it was the only way she could earn money for her operation. I offered to send her my pay if she would try and get another job, but she refused. She was murdered less than a year later… I guess that’s part of the reason I opened the club; I thought I had created a safe haven….I was wrong.”

“I don’t blame you, Mr. Renoir, it was just something that happened,” she said. “It was a freak thing.”

“I appreciate that, Charlene. Oh, I’d like you to call me Cain, when we’re alone.”

“I’d like that…Cain,” she said fighting off a yawn.

He stood up and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Now, you get some sleep.”

She drifted off before she answered.

He stared at her for nearly twenty minutes before leaning down and kissing her goodbye.

Chapter 51

Charlene was sitting up in bed reading when Brittney and Lisa came in to visit her.

“How you feeling?” asked Brittney.

“Better. They removed the tube from my chest this morning, it everything goes well they plan on releasing me in a day or so,” replied Charlene.

“Are you in much pain?” asked Lisa.

“Not too much, they’re giving some good drugs. My side hurts when I breath, they tell that will be like that for a while.”

“What about your face?” asked Brittney.

“It’s sore,” replied Charlene. “A plastic surgeon stopped by yesterday and did an exam. He feels that he should be able to repair all the damage, and in some ways make me look even more feminine.”

“When?” asked Lisa.

“It won’t be for a while,” she replied. “The dentist also came in and took a look. I’ll need a few crowns.”

“Ouch, I hate dentists,” said Lisa.

“Me too, but it needs to be done. I have some temporary ones in now, so I can at least eat,’ said Charlene. “I guess I won’t be going out on too many dates for a while.”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Brittney.

“Yes, just worry about recovering,” added Lisa.

“Thanks,” replied Charlene.

“How’s your head?”

“Other than a small bald spot where they shaved my head, everything is okay. Apparently they can do wonders with microsurgery today,” said Charlene. “The doctors say that there’s no damage.”

“That’s good to hear,” said Lisa.

“We do miss you,” continued Brittney.

“Thanks, so how’re things at the club?” asked Charlene.

“Good. They made some changes in terms of who can come in; we’re calling it the frat-boy rule.”

“I still think we should call it the dick-head rule,” piped in Lisa.

Charlene winced in pain. “Oh, please don’t make it laugh; it really does hurt when I do.”

“Okay,” replied Lisa with a grin.

There was a knock at the door and Vikki entered.

“I thought I recognized your car in the lot, Lisa,” said Vikki.

“Did my parents get off alright?” asked Charlene.

Vikki nodded. “Yes, they promised to call as soon as they get home.”

“I’m so happy they came out here,” said Charlene.

Brittney looked at her watch. “Well, we need to run…some of us have to work tonight.”

“Yeah, unlike you, we can’t just lie around and read,” added Lisa.

“Seriously, call us if you need anything,” added Britney as she leaned down to gently kiss Charlene good bye.

Lisa did the same. “Take care, Charlene. Good bye, Vikki.”

“See you tonight,” said Vikki as she sat down next to Charlene’s bed.

The two girls departed.

“I can’t stay long myself, but I wanted to give you a few things to think about,” said Vikki.

“What?” asked Charlene.

“I have a guestroom at my place and would love for you to stay there as you recover. Cain has already arranged for a nurse to check on you, but we both thought it would be best if you weren’t alone.”

“That’s very nice of you,” said Charlene.

“So, is that a yes?”

Charlene nodded. “What’s the other thing?”

“Since you won’t be able to tend tables or do others things for a while, I’d like you to be my assistant. I can barely keep up with all the admin, and could really use a hand. It would give you great insight to the business end of running the club.”

“You mean that?”

Vikki nodded. “You’re almost done with your business degree as it is, so I suppose you can use some real experience. And it would keep you working at the club.”

“So, Mr. Renoir talked to you?”

Vikki nodded again. “I fully understand why you want to come back, it makes sense. But you’re not going to be able to do your old job for a while and after a while you may not want to. Working the tables is hard work and you can do much more.”

“Thank you,” replied Charlene.

“This will help you in your transition too,” added Vikki.

“Cool,” replied Charlene.

“Good, so why don’t you rest and we’ll talk more later, okay?”

“Thank you, and tell Mr. Renoir thanks too.”

Chapter 52

Things at the club returned quickly to normal. Most of the guests were unaware of the vicious assault that had recently taken place.

One of the steps that Cain took was to hire additional security. He also held training for all the staff on how to handle disruptive guests.

The staff was given instruction on how to handle problems, and how to recognize potential problems. There was no way that Cain wanted another of his staff attacked.

He was pleased that Charlene had moved in with Vikki. He knew how lonely it could be recovering from injuries as he carried the scars of being shot twice in the chest and he remembered the long boring hours lying in a hospital bed.

The idea of training Charlene becoming Vikki’s assistant also pleased him. He understood why Charlene wanted to return to work, but he didn’t want her waiting tables. If she wanted to date, that would be her choice, but he hoped that she didn’t. Financially she was set and there was no need to be an escort.

He was about to make his rounds of the club when his office phone rang.

“Yes?” he asked. All his calls were screened first by the staff.

He listened for a minute before speaking.

“I see, well done. I will make the appropriate arrangements,” he said. “Thank you, Kelly.”

Chapter 53

Mike quietly watched the condo from his car. It had taken him a few days to track down where the girl had gone to after she left the hospital. But now he knew exactly where she was and that she was all alone.

He had watched the other woman leave an hour ago and he suspected that she wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon. She was probably on her way to the club and that meant she wouldn’t be back for a while.

Still, just to play it safe he sat in his car until it was after nine. As he sat in the darkened car he fumed about how his life had been turned upside down. None of this was his fault, he thought.

There was also no fucking way he was going to join the Marines. No, he would get his revenge against that freak and then leave the country.

Mike was furious that his father hadn’t helped him out. It was just some stupid barmaid, who cares if she had a few bruises?

Thankfully, his mom was able to provide him with money. He had a first class ticket on the redeye flight to Rio and tomorrow, he would start his life over in Brazil. Yeah, it sucked that he had to leave the country, but eventually he would come back. He picked Brazil because he had heard that they had very strict extradition laws. He would hangout at the beach and work on his tan which was a lot safer than joining the Marines.

Mike had talked to Larry and offered to pay his way to Brazil, but Larry declined. Fuck him, thought Mike, if he wanted to waste his life as a jarhead, so be it.

But there was no way Mike could leave the country without first getting his revenge. He debated going after the owner of the club, but the man frightened him, and Mike doubted hat he could kill him. No, he would have to be satisfied with killing the freak that got him in this problem in the first place.

Mike got out his car and slowly walked up and checked the front door. To his total surprise, it was unlocked. This would be easier than he could have hoped.

He crept into the condo and carefully closed the door. Next he stood in absolute silence and listened. The only thing he heard was his heart beating. He was so scared that he thought his heart would beat right of his chest.

For a moment he almost turned around, but then he felt the gun in his pocket, it gave him new strength and confidence.

Cautiously he pulled the revolver out of the pocket of his coat. The gun, a snub-nosed 32, belonged to his father. Mike had stolen it from the nightstand before leaving the house.

He knew that his victim was in the condo, as he had been watching the condo for several days. Now, everything was in place. In the trunk of the car was his passport, his suitcase, and plenty of travelers’ checks. He also had money in an international bank account. If he lived carefully, he would have enough to live on for at least a year, maybe longer.

Mike slowly walked up the steps, making sure not to make any noise. He hoped that the girl would be asleep, and then all he would have to would be to suffocate her with a pillow. If she woke first he would shoot her. Of course, the use of the gun would increase the chance of him being caught. If he smothered her, then no one would know she was dead until long after he was gone.

Once upstairs, he inched his way towards the room where he knew she was staying. He had watched the last few nights and figured out which room she was in by watching the lights in the window.

He stood by the door and listened intently. There was no noise and he smiled. That meant she was probably asleep. From what he had learned about her injuries, she would still be on painkillers, so that meant she was probably out cold.

Still, he was very cautious and it took him nearly five minutes to enter her room. In the dim light he could see that she was asleep. This would be so easy he thought as he approached Charlene. Suddenly, without warning, everything went dark.

Chapter 54

Mike slowly came to. His head was throbbing and he tried to reach up, but found that his hands were cuffed to the arms of a chair. He tried to free himself and found that it was impossible. He looked around and saw that he was in what looked like a warehouse. The only sound appeared to be that of waves. Mike realized he must have been down near the bay, most likely in the port area.

“What the fuck?” he cried. “Let me go!”

“Shut up,” ordered a voice from behind him. “No one else is here to listen to your cries.”

Mike immediately recognized the voice as that of the owner of the club. He suddenly felt ill.

“Now, I gave you a chance to make up for your dreadful behavior and what do you do? You try to kill an innocent girl and flee the country, disgusting,” continued Cain. “Still, I’m not totally surprised by your cowardly actions.”

“How…how did you know?” asked Mike nervously. He could see that the man was holding the revolver.

“I’ve dealt with others like you. I suspected you would try and run away, so I had you watched,” explained Cain as he continued to examine the revolver. “I’m a little surprised that you tried to commit murder…I didn’t think you had the balls.”

“I wasn’t going to kill her,” said Mike as he shook his head.

“Don’t lie to me, boy. What were you doing in her home with a loaded handgun?” asked Cain as he continued to study the handgun. “All chambers loaded, that’s not very safe, sonny.”

“Are you going to kill me?” asked Mike, his voice starting to break.

“I should and to be honest, I wouldn’t feel any guilt for it,” replied Cain as he unloaded the handgun before placing it on a large crate next to Mike. “By the way, just you know, if you had killed Charlene, there is no place on this Earth that you could have gone. I would have tracked you down and killed you myself.”

“Then…then what are you going to do to me?” asked Mike nervously, not sure if he was out of danger.

“I’ve been thinking about that. Since I’m not going to kill you, you’ll need a major attitude adjustment if you’re going to function in society… and I’m just the man to give it to you. As you now know I hire transgendered women to work in my club, in fact I help them in their transformation. I’ve debated turning you into a woman, since you obviously have a problem with transgendered women, it might be good for you to walk a mile in their heels. Granted, with your build and physical size, you wouldn’t turn out very pretty, but then again you never know,” said Cain as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a vial of red fluid. “This solution would do it, and it would be fun to watch.”

“You’re joking, right?”

Cain shook his head. “No, I’m not. I discovered this liquid in Africa and so far I’ve only seen it work in its concentrated form once and it was quite impressive. The effect works pretty quickly, although the one drawback is that in the concentrated form the transformation is very painful…or at least that’s what it looked like. The man I saw transformed was screaming like a baby.”

“Dear God no…” cried Mike. “Please, don’t do that…”

“I could be wrong, you might turn out looking pretty enough to work the streets,” continued Cain. “Can you picture yourself with large tits? Can you imagine feeling them bounce as you strutted in your high heels? Can you picture what it would feel like to feel your ass sway back and forth?”

Mike’s eyes opened wide in fear.

“Of course you would lose all those big muscles, but a girl doesn’t need to be strong, does she?”

Mike shook his head in disbelief. This was his worse possible nightmare.

“Now another interesting side effect of the solution is that when given in its pure, highly concentrated form, the transformation only takes a few hours. Imagine, my dear Michelle, you could have a soft and feminine body in a couple of hours,” continued Cain.

“Please….” begged Mike.

“Oh, and did I mention that the transformation wouldn’t be complete? You will still have your penis, although it would be very tiny, actually petite would be a better word…nice for a girl like you. The good news is that the concentrated form will leave you with a very strong sexual urge. You would always be horny, and very eager for sex…perfect for a street whore.”

“Please, I’m sorry….don’t turn me into a freak!” cried Mike.

“If you use that term again, I will pour this down your throat right now,” threatened Cain as he leaned down, grabbing the boy around he neck with one hand, holding the vile next to Mike’s mouth, all while staring directly into Mike’s eyes.

Mike began to sob uncontrollably.

Cain released the boy and shook his head in disgust. “And to think, you called Charlene a sissy. She didn’t cry when you beat her up, in fact she hasn’t cried during her recovery either, which has been very painful. No, while it would be interesting to see you become feminized, I don’t see that as a punishment. I offer this solution, in a diluted form, to help those who desire to be a woman. No, I have other plans for you.”

Cain placed the vial on he crate next to the handgun. He then pulled out a cigar. Without a word, he leisurely prepped the cigar. First, he clipped the tip, then striking a wooden match; he lit the Cuban and inhaled the smoke. He then blew the smoke into Mike’s face.

“No, I have a very different plan for you, sonny, in fact I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself, and who knows, if you work hard, you might even become a real man.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mike meekly as he sniffed.

“In a few minutes, some friends of mine will come in here and take you onto their ship,” explained Cain as he let out another breath of smoke.

“A ship?” asked Mike.

“Yes, a ship…I didn’t stutter,” said Cain, slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted. He then pulled Mike’s passport out of his coat pocket. “After a nice ocean voyage you’ll pull into the lovely port of Marseille.”

“France?” interrupted Mike.

Cain took another drag on the cigar as he paged through the passport. “Yes, the last time I checked that’s where Marseille is. This was in your car’s trunk, and will make it so much easier to get you into France. Your money will be returned to your father, along with the ticket to Rio; hopefully he can get his money back on that. Anyway, I digress, once there, you will be met by some other old comrades of mine, and they ‘assist’ you in enlisting in the Legion.”

Mike’s jaw dropped down. “The French Foreign Legion? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, I’m very serious, boy. My friends will take you to Augbagne, and there you will be signed up for a five year enlistment. After the screening process, and by the way… don’t worry you will pass, you will go to the training base at Castel, where you’ll graduate four months later. If you’re smart you’ll get additional training before joining to a combat unit. I’ve already ensured that you will go to my old unit, the 13th DBLE in Djibouti, that’s in Africa by the way. It’s pretty dangerous there. If you’re still alive in five years, then you can leave…or stay, either way it will be your choice. But don’t try to run away, that would be…bad, very bad.”

“This isn’t legal,” whined Mike as he shook his head back and forth.

“Neither is murder. Also, since you planned on leaving the country after you joined the military…that’s desertion…,” said Cain, blowing out some more smoke into Mike’s face. “No one knows you’re here, I could kill you and no one would be the wiser; or I could turn you over the police and let them charge you…there’s also another option….Michelle. What do you want to do?”

Mikes head dropped down in defeat. Cain reached down and placed his hand under Mike’s chin. He lifted Mike’s head up so that he could look the boy directly in the eyes.

“Listen, boy, you’ve fucked up your life so far, but you’re still young, use this opportunity to make amends. This is your last chance,” explained Cain.

“My…my family will look for me,” Mike replied softly, fighting back tears.

“Let them, you will have no contact with them for several months. By then your attitude may have changed. But so you know, my friends in the Legion know everything about you, and I mean everything. They have broken stronger men than you. So, you can accept this fate and move on, or you can do it the hard way, and trust me, it will very hard.”

Mike shook his head. “This isn’t fair,” he said in a very meek tone.

Cain shrugged his shoulders. “Life isn’t fair. Now, before you start your journey I have a few recommendations. One, start learning French on the trip; it will make life easier for you. The crew of this ship will teach you. Second, drop all ideas of revenge from your mind. You’re no match for me, and if you try something stupid, I will kill you.”

Two burly men entered the warehouse and walked towards Cain and Mike. Cain smiled and spoke to them in French. The men looked at Mike and laughed. The men nodded and Cain handed them each a roll of money.

“Have a nice life,” said Cain as he watched the two men easily pick up Mike and carry him away.

Mike wanted to be brave and shout back some sort of insult, but all he could do was sob.

Chapter 55

“Do you approve?” asked Cain.

David nodded as he stepped out of the shadows.

Cain handed him the gun and the bullets. “I assume this is yours.”

David stared at the gun in his hands. “It looks like it.”

“I’m sorry it came to this,” said Cain.

David shook his head. “You’ve been more than fair. Beating up a woman when drunk is bad enough, but to attempt murder? I don’t think I would be so forgiving if I was in your place. A trial would kill his mother. I’ll explain it all to her when the time is right.”

Cain shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I’m getting old. Ten years ago I would have killed him and felt no more remorse than I would if I stepped on a cockroach. But I’ve seen so many young men die over the years…I suppose that I want to give your son one last chance to grow up.”

“It won’t be easy for him, will it?”

“No, it won’t, but if he applies himself he’ll get through it,” answered Cain. “His life is in his own hands now.”

David nodded. “Was that stuff you said about feminizing him true?”

“Partly,” replied Cain. “It does everything I said it does, but even in the concentrated form, it takes a day to change someone.”

He had discovered the juice while he was working a “security job” for some miners in equatorial Africa. There was a village in the jungle near the mine. The job was pretty easy and he starting spending his off time there helping the villagers fix it up, as most of the young men were off working other jobs in the city.

The villagers grew to trust him and one night they came to his tent and asked him for help. One of the mining employees had raped a young girl. The villagers knew that the local authorities would do nothing; and if they took the law into their own hands they would be severely punished.

Cain asked what he could do. The village elders explained their plan and Cain agreed to help them; if only out of curiosity. It was also a matter of honor.

Cain easily tracked down the man, who was one of the truck drivers at the mine. The man was from a different part of the country and openly bragged of the rape.

The next part was a little tricky, but Cain pulled it off. Abducting the criminal and delivering him to the village was the easy part; but to avoid an investigation, Cain had to fake the man’s death. He did this by crashing one of the trucks into the river. It was assumed that the man’s body was swept away by the current. To the rest of the world he was a dead man.

Cain watched as the tribal doctors prepared a red liquid, which they poured down the man’s throat. In less than twenty-four hours the man was feminized. Cain was amazed how dramatically the man changed into a very feminine and sexy woman. The only sign of her original gender was a minuscule penis.

They then gave her two options. One was to leave the village and never come back, and the other was to work as the rape victim’s servant. The feminized rapist left the village and was never seen again.

Seeing he powerful nature of the juice, Cain questioned the women who made it. He then explained how it could be used to help people and they agreed to provide him with a regular supply in trade for helping the village.

“That stuff could make you a very rich man, I mean there are people who would pay for it,” continued David.

“I’m rich enough,” replied Cain with a smile. “I’d rather help people with it.”

Over the years he had paid for the education of many of the villagers, two of whom now ran a school for the village children.

“Of course,” replied David. He then extended his hand.

Cain shook it and then watched David slowly walk away.

Chapter 56

Five months later, Charlene walked back into the club. She was wearing a short gray skirt and a white silk blouse that gave her a professional appearance. It was also the first time she had been back in the club since her assault.

She had just gotten back into town following her recovery from surgery. Additionally, she had spent some time with her parents.

“Hey, look who’s back!” announced Brittney as she hugged her friend.

“Thanks,” she replied.

“Your face looks great,” said Lisa. “What a great smile!”

“I agree, they did a great job on your nose too, you look even cuter than before,” said Brittney. “I’m so jealous.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to go through what I did,” replied Charlene.

Brittney laughed as she hugged her friend. “You got that right.”

Lisa nodded. “Vikki told us you looked good.”

“I’m amazed that I healed so quickly from the surgery,” said Charlene.

“It’s the juice, it speeds up your recovery,” said Vikki as she walked towards the girls.

“Well, it just feels good to be back,” said Charlene.

“Mr. Renoir would like to see you when you get a chance,” said Vikki.

Charlene nodded and headed back to his office.

Chapter 57

Charlene sat down across from Mr. Renoir, who was sitting at his desk.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Nervous,” she replied. “I thought it was all behind me, but as I walked up to the club entrance, I felt apprehensive.”

Cain nodded. “That’s to be expected.”

“But, I’m glad that I’m back,” she added.

“I still would like you to take it easy,” he said.

“I will,” she replied.

“Here’s the plan, Charlene, I’m grooming you for a management position, so I want you to learn as much as you can from Vikki.”

“Thanks to the…assault, I had to skip the fall semester.”

“That’s fine. Trust me, Charlene, by the time you take over the position I have in mind for you, you’ll be more than ready. A degree is fine, but ability is more important.”

“I won’t let you down,” she replied.

He smiled. “I know you won’t. So, tell me, how is everything else going?”

“My changes have seemed to have leveled off. My measurements are now 34-22-32,” she replied.

“That’s still very impressive,” he replied.

“Um, I have a request, if it’s okay, can I see Ms. Matson again?”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You don’t have to.”

Charlene nodded. “I really enjoyed being with her.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said.

“It’s not just the money, in some ways it helps me in my mental transition…if that makes sense.”

“Of course,” he replied. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she has inquired about your availability.”

Charlene smiled. “She sent me some very lovely flowers.”

“She’s always been very thoughtful.”

“Oh, thank you for the recommendations for investing the settlement. I ran them past my Dad and he was very impressed.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. So, how did the rest of the visit go?” he asked as he reached for a cigar.

“Not too bad. They’re still confused about my gender change, but they’re pleased that I’m heading into a real career too,” she replied.

“So you told them everything?” he asked as he lit the cigar.

“Sort of, they know what type of club this is, but I didn’t tell them about the side business, it wasn’t relevant to the conversation. Besides, I could tell that they really didn’t want to know about my sexuality right now,” she answered. “Besides, I think it would confuse them to know that I’m bisexual.”

Cain nodded. “Is there anything else?”

“Just one thing, the guys who beat me up, are they…um, okay?”

“Yes,” he replied as he let out a puff of smoke. “The one who broke your ribs, among other things, is currently in San Diego in Marine boot camp. I understand that he’s doing quite well.”

“And the other…the one that was going to kill me?”

“It’s funny you should ask, I just got an update on him. He’s currently undergoing basic training in France. My friends say that they’ve made some progress in his rehabilitation, although he’s still a bit of a hardhead, but they’ll squeeze that out of him.”

Charlene nodded.

“Do you approve of my solution?” he asked.

“I suppose so. I just hope that he really changes,” she said. “I mean, I’d hate to hear that he hurt someone else.”

“It would be the last mistake he would make,” said Cain as he flicked an ash into the ashtray. “Well, don’t worry about him, Charlene; he’s no longer a threat to you.”

Chapter 58

A month later, Charlene was running the club by herself two nights a week. It wasn’t that hard as the rest of the staff was extremely cooperative and helpful.

Vikki was also available for any questions that Charlene had.

After the club closed, Charlene was doing some paperwork, when Cain stopped by her office.

“How did we do tonight?” he asked.

“Not bad for a Tuesday,” she said as she looked up from her computer.

“Good,” he replied as eh looked over her shoulder at the night’s numbers. “Oh, there’s someone out by the bar who wants to talk to you.”

Charlene wondered what Mr. Renoir was talking about as she got up from her desk.

She walked out of her office and saw a man sitting at the bar. He was drinking coffee and he smiled as soon as he saw her.

Charlene’s jaw dropped for a moment.

He was a pleasant looking man with short red hair.

“Hello, Charlene,” he said as a sly grin appeared on his face.

“Kelly?” she asked.

He nodded as he got up and walked over to greet her.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said as he gave her a hug.

“I’m sort of surprised to see you again,” she replied. “Stunned would be a better word.”

“I was out of the country for the past few months,” he explained.

“And before that?” she asked.

He sighed. “When I first met you it was work…but I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

Charlene cocked her head and one of her eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I was hoping that we can go out to dinner and talk about it,” he continued.

“I guess so,” she replied coyly.

“That’s great. How about tomorrow?” he asked.

“I can’t, I’m working, but what about the following night?”

“That’ll work,” he said.

They made the arrangements concerning the date.

“Thank you, Charlene” he said as he stood up. “You know, I knew you’d be attractive, but I had no idea how beautiful you’d turn out.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she replied with a grin. “But, it is appreciated.”

Chapter 59

“Stop fidgeting,” said Vikki. “You look fabulous.”

Charlene leaned towards the mirror and inspected herself again. She was dressed in a short black cocktail dress. Around her neck was a single string of pearls.

“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all,” she replied.

“Only a little nervous?”

Charlene turned around and giggled. “Okay, a lot. I mean this is my first real date as a woman.”

“Kelly is a nice guy,” said Vikki.

“Um, what do you know about him?”

Vikki shrugged her shoulders. “I know that he once served with Mr. Renoir in the Legion.”

“Really? He doesn’t look old enough?”

“I know, he has that deceptive look to him, like he’s only twenty. I think he’s in his thirties, but I’ve never seen his birth certificate. He was a kid when he joined and Mr. Renoir sort of took him under his wing.”

“Oh,” replied Charlene.

“You can trust him, Charlene; he’s like a son to Mr. Renoir, and therefore he’s trustworthy.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell going off.

Vikki looked at her watch. “Right on time,” she said.

Chapter 60

“You look lovely,” he said as they drove to dinner.

“Thank you,” she replied. “You look nice too.”

Kelly was dressed in a designer tailored suit.

“Thank you. Sgt. Renoir taught me to dress properly…among other things.”

“Vikki told me you knew him from the Legion, is that right?”

Kelly nodded. “I was in his platoon in the 13th.”

“Please tell me about it,” asked Charlene.

“I joined the Legion to get away from a bad situation. I stole my brother’s birth certificate in order to get in,” he said.

“How old were you really?”

“Almost sixteen,” he replied. “Trust me; I didn’t miss my old life. I was raised, if you can call it that, in a poor area of Liverpool, basically it was a slum. My pop was a criminal; nothing big time or anything like that; he wasn’t smart enough to be anything more than a thug. He was mostly involved in petty crime, although he had dreams of being a real master criminal. He taught my brother and me what he called the family trade, but he wasn’t any better at that then he was at crime. Anyway, he tried to move up by robbing a bank; he used my brother as backup. They were both killed as they stupidly tried to shoot it out. Thankfully, I wasn’t in on that one.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Charlene.

“It’s water under the bridge. Anyway, I had no one else and the authorities were going to put me in an institution. So I pinched my brother’s ID and caught the next ferry from Dover. I had no real plan; I just wanted to get away. When I reached France, I saw the recruiting posters for the Legion and I figured… what the hell!” he said with a laugh.

Charlene smiled.

“I was allowed to enlist, even though the recruiter obviously suspected that I wasn’t old enough.”

“It must have been rough for you.”

Kelly shook his head. “Actually, it was better than what I was used to. I was actually getting three meals a day and it wasn’t any more brutal than what my previous life had been. I was also looked after by the older men. They sort of adopted me.”

“How did you meet Mr. Renoir?”

“I was posted to Djibouti and began to run with a bad crowd. I was hanging out with a Spaniard and a couple of Germans. They were involved in some black market smuggling and they wanted me to join them. Thankfully, Sergeant Renoir stepped in and saved my ass. He turned the others in and they were all booted from the Legion. He made me his personal project to straighten out. If it hadn’t been for him I would probably be dead now.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Spaniard, Marco Franco, was killed a while back. In fact that entire crowd died violently around the same time, I suspect it was all related, knowing Marco… he was a real bastard. Um, sorry about that…anyway, Sgt. Renoir helped me change my ways. When I left the Legion, I worked for him again.”

“As a mercenary?”

Kelly nodded. “I can’t tell you what we did, nor do I want to. But, thanks to our last job we gained US citizenship. Sgt. Renoir got me a job as a private bodyguard… among other things.”

“All legal, I assume,” said Charlene.

“Trust me; Mr. Renoir is always on the side of what’s right.”

“I noticed that you didn’t say legal,” noted Charlene with a smile.

Kelly shrugged, “Legal isn’t always right. Anyway, I continue to work for him whenever he asks me. He is a man of honor and you can always count on him.”

Charlene nodded. “Were you the one guarding me?”

“He said you were a smart one,” said Kelly. “Yes, he had he watch you as you recovered. I was the one who delivered that punk who broke into your place to Mr. Renoir.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“It was my pleasure. I just wish I had been in the club that night so it never would have happened in the first place.”

Charlene shrugged. “It was just one of those things. I try not to think of the past. I prefer to look ahead.”

“That’s a good attitude. Well, we’re here.”

Charlene looked ahead and saw that they were pulling up in front of the top French restaurant in the city.

Chapter 61

“I’ve never had snails before,” whispered Charlene. “I have no idea what to do with them.”

“It sounds better if you call it escargot,” replied Kelly. “Trust me, they’re wonderful. I was apprehensive about eating them at first too. Now, watch how I do it.”

Charlene saw the way he held the shell with the tongs as he removed the meat with a small fork.

“It’s that simple,” he said.

She followed his example and cautiously placed an escargot in her mouth. She smiled as she discovered it was quite tasty.

“They’re excellent, so delicious, not at all what I expected. Well, there’s another first,” she commented with a smile on her face.

“I know what you mean,” said Kelly. “I love they way they make them here; just enough garlic to enhance the flavor.”

“I sort of feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman,” she said with a smile.

“You’re better looking,” said Kelly as he winked at her.

Charlene smiled back. “So, is part of you job to look for girls like me?” she asked as she tackled a second escargot.

“Not really a job, more of a favor for Sgt. Renoir. I was at the party and when I saw you I suspected that there was more to you than what met the eye. Thankfully, I was right.”

She nodded as she took a sip of her wine.

“Are you angry with what I did?” he asked.

“No, not really…okay, I was a little pissed about it at first. I thought you’d at least call me or something,” she said.

“I wanted to, Charlene. However, I had a job that took me out of the country right after we met. When I got back, I figured you wouldn’t want to see me, so I stayed away. I then was told that you started working at the club, so that meant you were off limits.”

“I suppose that makes sense…so why did you come back?”

“Sgt. Renoir told me that you were shifting to management. I think he knew that I really liked you,” said Kelly.

“And is he right?”

Kelly nodded. “Yes, Charlene, I like you, I like you a lot. The question is, do you like me?”

Charlene looked into his deep green eyes and smiled. “Yes, I do.”

He reached over and took her hand into his. “That’s a good start.”

Chapter 62

“So what exactly do you do…when you aren’t working for Mr. Renoir?” asked Charlene as she cuddled up next to him in his bed.

“I’m a professional bodyguard and security officer,” replied Kelly as he stroked her hair. “I work mainly for businessmen who are traveling overseas, sometimes I guard them, but most of the time I precede them and set up security, investigate threats, provide intelligence, things like that.”

“Oh,” replied Charlene. “So, that means you’ll be away a lot.”

“That’s right, but I’ve saved enough money to quit the international part of the job. In fact, I’ve been offered a position to train bodyguards.”

“Really?”

Kelly nodded. “Sgt. Renoir is part owner of the school.”

Charlene looked up into his eyes. “Do you always call him by his military rank?”

“Old habits die hard; I owe him a lot,” replied Kelly with a smile. “In many ways he’s more of a father to me than my real one.”

“I can understand that; he’s very special to me too.”

“Anyway, the school is located here in town, so we can see a lot more of each other,” continued Kelly. “Um, that is if you want to keep seeing me.”

“I’d like that…I’d like that a lot,” she replied.

He leaned down and began to kiss her softly but passionately.

Chapter 63

“You’re an excellent cook,” noted Charlene as she took another bite of her cheese and mushroom omelet.

“I’m okay, the main thing is that I like doing it,” he replied with a modest shrug.

“I’m not much of a cook myself,” continued Charlene.

“No one’s perfect,” he replied as he stared at Charlene.

She was dressed in one of his shirts, which fit her like a nightgown.

“Isn’t that the truth,” she said as she took another bite.

Kelly sipped his coffee. “Are you happy now?”

“You mean this very minute? Yes,” she answered with a grin.

“You know what I mean,” he said.

Charlene nodded. “Yes, all things considered, I’ve very happy with my life.”

“Did you always want to be a woman?” he asked.

“Yes, but I was able to function as a guy so it wasn’t a priority. I wanted to get my degree and then plan out the rest of my life,” she explained. “I guess the degree became important to show my parents that I was worthwhile. Now that they accept me as their daughter…more or less, it’s not quite as important.”

“I’m glad they accept you, family is important,” said Kelly.

“Do you…um have any family anywhere?” she asked.

“I have a few relatives in New Zealand, but I’ve never seen them. Sgt. Renoir is the only real family I have.”

Charlene nodded not knowing what to say.

“It’s okay, my sweet, I play the cards that were dealt me,” he said as he reached over and took her hand into his own. “I do know one thing; I want to be with you.”

Charlene felt her face get warm and realized she was blushing. “I’d like that too.”

“Just so you know, Charlene, I love you, and will love you regardless of what you do.”

“You mean, you won’t mind if I get a sex-change?’

“Of course not,” he replied.

Charlene sighed and a smile appeared on her face.

Kelly leaned immediately over the table and kissed her.

Chapter 64

Cain took a puff of his cigar as he sorted through his mail. The letter with a French stamp caught his immediate attention. He opened the envelope with a letter opener and took out the letter. It was from Mike.

Mr. Renoir,
This is the hardest letter that I’ve ever written. I don’t expect you to accept my apology as even I don’t think that I’ve earned that right yet, but I’ve made some decisions that hopefully will earn me the right to come home some day.
I’m starting to fit in here. It isn’t as bad as I thought it would be and there are others like me who are starting over fresh. In some ways, I have been reborn. I am leaving today to join my regiment in Djibouti and am quite excited about it. I have also picked up French faster than I would have thought possible. But I am better at speaking it than writing. I will try to write to you in French next time, but no promises.
I’m deeply embarrassed and ashamed by my past childish, stupid, and selfish behavior. I lay awake some nights thinking about what an idiot I was. I don’t know if I can ever really redeem myself. I brutalized that girl for no real reason; there is no excuse for what I did. I then made matters worse by trying to kill her. Thank God you stopped me.
Someday, I hope that I can tell her how sorry I am, but I haven’t earned that right yet, and who knows if I ever will. For me to just say that I was sorry now would be hypocritical. I haven’t earned the right to be forgiven.
However, I do want to thank you for giving me this second chance; I won’t let you down. I have talked to several men who served with you. They all hold you in the highest regard. I hope that maybe one day I can call you Sergent-chef, but as of yet I haven’t earned that right. For now I will be content to live up to the motto of “Honor and Loyalty.” I promise you that I will not let you down.
Respectfully,
Michael Franklin
Legionnaire de 2em Classe
13e Demi-Brigade de Légion Étrangère

Cain didn’t smile as he read the letter, but he was pleased the boy was on the path to becoming a man.

Chapter 65

Five months later, Charlene Maddox made her way through the crowds at the club. Everything was going smoothly that night. She even had time to stop and watch the club’s latest star, Brittney, take the stage.

Charlene was now the manager at Club Risqué, now that Vikki had moved on to running Mr. Renoir’s new exclusive nightclub.

Charlene smiled as thought how her life had turned out. Everything was going great in her life. She had just finished her degree in business administration. It was very important to her that she completed her degree.

In terms of her personal life, she now wore a simple, but elegant diamond engagement ring on her left ring finger. It had been given to her by Kelly three months ago. While they hadn’t set an exact wedding date, she was just pleased to be engaged.

As promised, she asked Lisa and Brittney, along with Vikki, to be her bridal party. All three were thrilled with the offer.

Kelly was now a fulltime instructor at the security school. He admitted that while it wasn’t as exciting as being out in the field, he did enjoy teaching others. She was just glad that he was around all the time now.

To her total surprise, her parents had totally accepted Kelly as their son-in-law. They seemed overjoyed that she was getting married.

As Charlene continued her rounds, she looked around the club; she noticed that the Matsons were at their usual table and she walked over to greet them.

Vanessa smiled when she saw Charlene. She immediately got up and hugged Charlene.

“How’re you tonight?” asked Charlene.

“We’re having a wonderful time as always,” replied Vanessa.

Charlene had stopped seeing Vanessa after Kelly proposed. She had told Vanessa immediately afterwards and instead of being upset, Vanessa was very excited for her and requested to throw Charlene’s engagement party.

“Trust me, we’ll put the boys and their little party to shame,” bragged Vanessa with a wink.

Charlene accepted this offer. She was now blessed to have a circle of very close friends, granted they weren’t conventional, but they were caring people and that’s all that really mattered.

Charlene excused herself and continued on her rounds, ensuring all the guests were also enjoying themselves. She was slightly nervous as tonight was the night that she would offer the new cleanup boy a promotion.

Jeff was a tall thin brunette who had been working at the club for a month. Like Charlene had been, he was in desperate need for money to complete college. He was also a closeted crossdresser who was active in local theater. Mr. Renoir told her that he also was seen in some the bars that catered to transgendered women.

Charlene couldn’t complain about the way she had been treated. Yes, the assault had caused a change in her career, but it also allowed her to find the man of her dreams. She knew that she could offer Jeff the promotion with a clear conscience. Mr. Renoir had already picked out Jeff’s new name; Jewel.

Chapter 66

As Cain sat in his office he read the latest letter from Mike. He was pleased to read that Mike had been promoted to Legionnaire de 1re Classe or Private First Class. What pleased Cain even more was that fact that Mike was promoted for bravery in the field. Mike’s unit was on a so-called “peacekeeping patrol” near the Somalia border to stop smuggling and bandit actions.

Cain knew what this meant as he had participated in many such missions, which usually consisted of small brutal firefights that all sides involved never acknowledging as ever happening. It was on one such patrol that Cain received his first wound, a bullet through his left shoulder.

Cain had received a letter from Mike’s sergeant that went into detail about the young man’s heroics. The sergeant, a tough Russian, had once been in Cain’s regiment. According to Uri’s letter, their patrol had been ambushed and Mike dragged two wounded legionnaires out of the line of fire, saving both their lives. Mike himself wasn’t wounded thanks to his body armor. The sergeant wrote that Mike had the makings of an excellent soldier and was being groomed for further advancement.

None of this was in Mike’s letter, which pleased Cain even more. Mike downplayed the action as a minor affair, and that he had done what anyone would have done. The lad was learning humility.

Cain also noted that Mike still felt remorse over his actions, but appeared to be making strides to putting it behind him, and using it as a life lesson. The last thing Cain wanted was for Mike to throw his life away, especially now that he was becoming a man.

After reading the letter twice, Cain wrote out a response. He told Mike that it might be time to write Charlene and offer an apology. He went on to write that while she might not be ready to forgive, it was time that Mike start to make amends, and tell her how he felt. Deep down, Cain knew that Charlene also wanted closure and he hoped that this whole nasty affair could be put to rest.

In a fit of nostalgia, Cain slipped a CD in the stereo in his office. He also opened a bottle of strong red wine. While he preferred whiskey, he always drank red wine when he though about the Legion. The music came on and as he listened to it he began to sing along.

Charlene walked up to Cain’s office and was about to knock when she heard the music, she stopped and leaned up close to listen. It actually sounded as if Cain was singing! The lyrics were in French and she wondered what they meant.

Tiens, voila du boudin
Voila du boudin
Voila du boudin
Pour les Alsaciens, les Suisses, et les Lorrains
Pour les Belges, il n'y en a plus
Pour les Belges, il n'y en a plus
Ce sont des tireurs au cul. Tireurs au cul

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to interrupt him, but knowing it was time, she knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said Cain. He then took the last drink of his wine.

Charlene stepped in. “I’m ready to talk to Jeff, do you want to watch?”

“Of course, Charlene.”

Cain stood up and was about to turn off the stereo when Charlene stopped him.

“Um, Cain, what’s that song?” she asked.

Cain smiled. “It’s called Le Boudin, and it’s the official marching song of the Legion.”

“It doesn’t seem fast enough to be used as a march, I mean the tempo is rather slow,” she noted as she listened to it.

Cain laughed, “It isn’t, not by regular military standards anyway. But the Legion does everything different; when we march we march at 88 steps her minute, vice 120 steps like the rest of the army. That is why the Legion is always last in the Paris Bastille Day parade; otherwise we’d disrupt the whole spectacle.”

“What is the song about?”

Cain laughed even louder. “Believe it or not, blood sausage!”

Charlene shook her head in disbelief, not sure he was kidding. “By the way, you have a wonderful singing voice.”

Cain nodded as he took a slight bow. “Thank you, my dear! Singing is a big part of the Legion, it helps builds camaraderie, and it helps the new recruits to learn French.”

“It’s nice, but I still like it better when you play Edith Piaf,” continued Charlene.

He smiled as he reached to change the CD player. He was pleased that Charlene had become a huge fan of Edith Piaf. “Do you have a favorite song?”

“Non, je ne regrette rien,” she replied. “It sort of applies to what I’ve gone through in my life…no regrets…it’s all been worth it…if you know what I mean.”

Cain pressed a button on the CD player and in a moment the rich sound of Edith Piaf’s voice was soon filling Cain’s office.

“I know exactly what you mean, my dear, it applies to my life too in many ways,” he said as closed his eyes as if to better absorb the music.

Together they listened to the song; neither said a word until it ended.

Charlene let out a contented sigh. “Changing the subject, what do you think about Jeff, do you think he’ll take the offer?”

“I think she will,” replied Cain as he walked out his office with Charlene. “Come, it’s time to welcome our newest member of the family.”

The End

Sources
French Foreign Legion
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Foreign_Legion

http://www.foreignlegionlife.com/chapter1.htm#top1

http://www.legion-recrute.com/en/

Le Boudin
http://www.kraffe.org/brevin/legion/boudinlegion.htm

Edith Piaf’ singing “Non, je ne regrette rien”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_QABS88nDc&mode=related&search

French Foreign Legion Bastille Day Parade
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2g8BZRzhNY&mode=related&search=

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWXYMYgAMq0&mode=related&search=