Tinted Shades

Frank headed towards the left wing as his next target lived there and should be at home.

Christina was a stunning Latina who was razor sharp smart, driven as all hell, and a lawyer who was going places. She had lovely dark skin, deep, dark brown eyes a man could drown in, and an hourglass figure that could make a torn blanket look hot. Frank had met her when he moved in (she was the only person who had been here longer than him), and he had been smitten. And unlike most of the women, she had been pleasant and nice, and they had even gone out a bit. But in the end, she had friended him. He had taken it gracefully, and things had been okay.

But Frank had found some stuff out. She was a divorce lawyer, and while Frank had no issues with that, he had noticed some of her clients coming by, and then some other women who Frank had been suspicious of. Frank happened to be reading a paper when he saw an article about a big divorce settlement. Christina had been the wife's lawyer, and she had taken the guy to the cleaners. He had been cheating on her. But Frank saw a picture of the "other woman", and it was one of the ladies who had come by and met with her and the wife.

Frank put two and two together and read about another case I which the same thing had happened. Frank couldn't exactly prove it, but it certainly seemed like Christina was setting up men and then helping their wives clean them out. Frank had been disappointed by this realization and after that he had just stopped trying to date for a while.

Christina and he had continued to be casual friends, but Frank had never asked her out again. But the other day Christina had mentioned that she was getting ready to take a new job with a big raise and a partnership with a big law firm in Las Vegas, and Frank knew it was the perfect time to act.

"And with you my personal staff will be complete.'' Frank thought as he rang the bell.

After a moment the door opened and Christina opened the door. She was wearing a sports bra, visor, and running shorts. She always ran at 6pm, and Frank had caught her getting ready to leave.

"Hi Frank, what's up?" Christina asked.

"Hi. Well, it's a business question actually. I have a friend who is thinking hard about getting a divorce. I was going to mention you, but figured maybe I ought to run it by you first."

Christina looked thoughtful. "I appreciate you thinking of me. Man or woman?"

"Woman. She married to some programmer up in San Francisco. Works here, he's up there most of the time, never see each other, yadda yadda. Um, can I come in? I'm a bit nervous about talking out here about this, you know? Private stuff and that."

"Sure." Christina held the door open and let Frank in. She shut it and Frank slipped on his shades. She turned around and looked directly into her own reflection and froze with a loud gasp. She saw herself, but so different. She was dressed as slutty professional. A set of black, strappy, high heels, black stockings, short and VERY tight black skirt that barely covered her crotch, a tight sleeveless blouse with the top three buttons undone and barely holding her enhance cleavage in check, her face covered in slutty makeup, and her hair done up in a tight bun. She looked like every porn version of a secretary anyone had ever seen.

Frank focused on her mind and chuckled. She had always been fairly conservative and while she dressed nicely, she had never once really tried to be sexy. But Frank found her mind to be very open to the changes. Frank could see that she had been more than a bit repressed, and he felt his will simply flow over hers with almost no resistance at all. Frank saw her face smile as the changes took effect. She gasped again, and then shimmered.

Frank took of his glasses.

"Sir, how may I assist you today?"

"Well, Chrissy, you don't mind being called Crissy do you?"

Chrissy giggled. "Of course not Sir! That's my name after all. Christina is so boring and formal." She eased up close to him and ran a perfect red fingernail down his chest. "And your secretary is certainly NOT boring is she?"

Frank put his arm around her and pulled her in for a deep kiss. He felt the waxy lipstick and her tongue swirled around in his mouth.

"Heh, certainly not. Well my dear, have you quit your old job yet?"

Crissy groped his crotch and began to undo his belt. "Oh yes Sir! Today was my last day. I was taking a couple of weeks off before Vegas. But of course, that is off the table since I am YOUR personal secretary and assistant."

Frank smiled. While he had transformed her, he had also worked to keep her mind and abilities as intact as possible. Having a hotshot lawyer at his command could be very useful.

Crissy was on her knees and had his cock out. She kissed it, and then licked it and then began to suck his balls.

"Mmmmm, very good Crissy. You own your place correct?"

"Mmm-hmm." Crissy moaned.

"Good. Uhhhhh, oh you have some talent." Frank grunted. He took her head in his hands and began to pump into her mouth. Frank thought of those men she had ruined and began to pump harder.

"That's it my little fucktoy! Take it! I'm face fucking you for all the men you ruined! You like it?"

"MMMMPPHHH! MMMMMPHM!" Crissy's eyes were wide and they glazed over as lack of air began to cause her to fold up.

Frank pulled his cock out with a pop and with a grunt blew a load all over her face and in her mouth. Crissy was gasping and she swallowed some. Instead of gagging, she laughed and licked her lips.

"Yummy! Sir tastes wonderful!" She said as she began to lick her fingers.

Frank laughed. He zipped up and waited till she had cleaned off her face more or less.

"Crissy, stand up, I have some instructions."

Crissy jumped up. She click-clacked over to a table and picked up a notepad and pen. She put on a set of black rimmed reading glasses and said "Sir, please dictate."

Frank smiled at the professional attitude and rubbed his hands.

"From now on, you work for me as my personal assistant and secretary. You will dress like this always. Remember you are my personal assistant and therefore your body should always be on display for me and ready for my use. You will report for work every weekday to my office at 8 and depart when released. You will handle all my paperwork, correspondence, and so on. When needed you are my lawyer as well, but that is completely secondary to being my secretary and office fucktoy."

Frank looked around and nodded. Crissy's apartment was well furnished with expensive stuff. "How well are you financially?"

"Sir, I have several million in various banks, some of which are offshore."

"Oh? Why is that?" Frank asked.

"I helped set up one of the senior partners in my firm. Two of the junior members wanted him out of the way and they knew I played dirty. For a large payout, and a "recommendation" in another law firm, I helped set my boss up with some companionship that he wasn't married to and got it on film."

Frank nodded. "And I used to think you were so nice. Well, now YOU get the screwing."

Crissy licked her lips. "Sir, I'm not sure this is really a punishment. I LOVE how I feel right now. The thought of being your office fuck makes me wet and horny! Every day I get to suck that cock and have you fuck me on your desk or mine. That sounds like heaven!"

Frank snickered. "Well, so much for justice then. Okay, you keep what you need to pay the upkeep here and expenses as needed. The rest of your money is mine now. You want to be my secretary it will cost you."

Crissy nodded. "Of course, Sir. Is that all?"

Frank thought a moment and said "Come on by later tonight and set up for work Monday. I have some guests so keep out of the way. Talk with Brenda and figure out coordination."

Crissy frowned. "Brenda? Your neighbor?"

Frank laughed. "Not anymore. She's my maid, and Heather is my Chauffeur. Both reside in my house in the back room. The help needs to be available after all."

Crissy smiled. "Of course, Sir! Um, maybe I should move in? I can be available at all hours then."

Frank chuckled at the hopeful look on her face. "I don't have room right now. But once I finish things, we will see about it."

Crissy stood up and began to fix her appearance. "Thank you, Sir. I will start work immediately."

Frank grinned as he walked out of the door. "Well, that takes care of the help. And with that dirty money Crissy gives me makes life easier. I may even quit." Frank snickered. "Well, maybe not. I need to keep up some appearances after all. But I am seeing a LOT more vacation days in my future."

Frank looked out over the center courtyard. He had his entire block under control and nearly all of this one. Frank thought for a moment.

"I wonder if Anastasia is in? I haven't figured out what to do with her yet, but I do need to get everyone under my control. Hm, maybe I just see what the glasses tell me and we go from there." Frank said as he headed for the last door.

Anastasia, or Ann as she preferred, was a Slavic beauty with lovely dark eyes, a very athletic body, and a rack that showed she preferred to be in shape rather than shapely. Frank didn't know exactly what she did, but he knew it had something to do with TV and filmmaking. She was a producer or production assistant or something. Frank really didn't know her that well, but she was great friends with Mai and Vicky, and he suspected she had been the anonymous caller who had complained about him on their behalf.

He rang the bell and saw the video camera click on. A voice said "Frank?"

"Hi Ann. Sorry to bug you, but I just found some mail dropped on the floor by the stairs with your name on it. I had to drop something off at Chrissy, I mean Christina's and figured I just hand it over."

"Oh, huh, that's funny. I haven't been to the mailbox in a couple days. Uh, hang on."

Frank waited a few moments and he heard the door unlocking.

Frank had the shades on and he locked eyes with Ann immediately. She didn't even have time to say a word. Her eyes glazed over and her hands dropped to her sides. Frank kept his eyes on hers and gently pushed her back into her condo and he moved in with her. He shut the door with his foot and made sure to hear the click.

Ann looked much different and in a way Frank would not have guessed. Her hair, normally a dark black, was now a bleach blonde and long, down to her ass. Her lips were puffed up, her eyes were now light blue (obviously contacts), and her body had gone from athletic to, well, porn star.

Her tits were huge. DDD if not EEEs. Her waist was slimmed down to that exact hourglass shape with her hips and ass ballooning out. She had some tattoos, one around her wrist, a large rose one on her bare arm, and Frank somehow knew she had some tramp stamp over her bubblegum ass. She wore a set of black stockings and six-inch heels, a set of tight metallic black booty shorts and a metallic halter that barely held her tits in check. She had large hoop earrings and a big necklace of cheap looking stones. She looked like she just needed someone to shout "Action" and then she'd be fucking like a pro.

Frank snickered. "Well, looks like Ann's been hiding some nasty thoughts. Okay Princess, or should I say Duchess? Either way, let's make your repressed fantasy true."

Frank focused. Ann gasped. Her mind had been filled with her nasty fantasies since she had opened the door. Frank was right, she was a producer in one of the major streaming companies. But deep down she had always fantasied about being a star. Not just any star though. A PORN star. She was secretly a huge fan of Nikita James and how that woman had made it big in the porn industry. But she was pretty, and not that adventurous. Until she had looked into the shades that is.

Her mind filled with images of her doing porn. Of her fucking men and women in front of a camera and live online. All those people getting hot and horny while watching her. All those men fantasizing about fucking her hot body. Kissing her huge fake tits. Eating her hot pussy. Fucking her awesome ass. Making her scream as the shoved cocks into her holes. Sucking cock after cock.

Her former self just washed away without hardly any effort at all. She just seemed to blink and accept the new her. Frank saw her shimmer almost instantly and he laughed.

"Damn. You really DID want a change didn't you Ann?"

Frank pulled off his shades as she closed on him and grabbed his crotch while pulling his head down for a porn opener kiss. Frank was gasping for air when they broke it and started as he realized that his pants were already down.

"Ann? Who is dis Ann? I yam Duchess, hot Slavic porn star, da? You like hot women like me da?"

Frank laughed. He had known Ann's parents had come over after the wall had come down back in the 90s, but she had been born in the US and had never had a hint of accent even though she spoke Russian (or maybe Ukrainian? He wasn't sure as she had never really said). How she sounded like she barely spoke English and her accent was thick and sexy.

"Duchess?" Frank said as she knelt down and began to stroke his cock.

"Yis. My name is Anastasia, like Grand Duchess was. So good porn stage name da? And I tink I am very good and not, how you say, commoner when it come to sex."

With that she went to work. Frank gasped. For all the oral sex he had had that day, for some reason Duchess hardened him right up. Where the other blowjobs had been great, this was off the scale. Duchess kept eye contact, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes and long lashes while her long nails tickled his balls while she sucked him all the way down without a single gag. Frank moaned and had to grab the entry table to hold himself up.

"Oh Jesus! DAMN! Fuck Duchess! You are...UHHHHHHH!" Frank growled as he came again hard. He tried to pull his cock back but Duchess pushed him against the wall and pinned him while she gulped and sucked every drop of his cum. Her final suck caused him to jerk hard and bang his head against the wall.

Frank blacked out. The bang to his head, along with all the sex and blowjobs that day had overloaded his system and he slid to the ground in a grinning heap.

Duchess giggled. "Mmmm, my man must like Duchess very much! Poor baby. Duchess will let you sleep a bit."

Duchess got up and eased him over onto his back.

"You take a nap while Duchess goes and touches up." She kissed him on the lips and swayed off.

Frank came to several minutes later. "Uh, fuck. My God, that was one hell of a blowjob! Shit, I need to drink more fluids." Frank looked around.

"Duchess? Hey baby, where are you?" Frank called out. He checked his front shirt pocket and nodded that his shades were there and stood up.

"Hey lover! Duchess just had to touch up." Duchess swayed into the entryway with fixed makeup and hair. She still looked and moved like a porn star ready to fuck.

"Sooooo, what now baby? Back to my room? I've got a nice big bed and a free night." She purred.

"Actually, I came over to ask you over to my place for dinner and a nice big orgy afterwards. You know Mai and Vicky?"

"My two next door neighbors? The two hot little Asians?"

"The two strippers. Yes, them. I'm having them stay overnight, I think you can join us. Four consenting adults, plus my maid, chauffeur, and secretary. Should be a fun night."

Duchess giggled. "Sounds like exactly my kind of party. I'm in. Need me to bring anything? Toys, or some other outfits?"

Frank took her arm, spun her around, and cupped her tits. He nuzzled her neck and she turned up her head and they kissed again.

"Nah, just your hot body. I'm not even sure we will eat a lot."

"I like how you tink. Ok lover, lead on."

Frank took her by the arm and lead her over to his place. He opened the door and walked inside. He heard moaning from the living room.

Frank led Duchess into the living room and stopped.

"Looks like the party has already started stud." Duchess whispered in his ear in a sexy voice.

"Yes, it appears so." Frank said with a grin.

Mai and Vicky were seated on his matching recliner chairs wearing nothing but heels and leg wraps each. Both were leaning back, legs up and spread, moaning and panting while Frank's servants ate them out. Mai had Brenda's face shoved into her pussy and was holding her by her hair. Vicky was doing the same with Heather. Brenda was in her maid's uniform but was missing the top and the panties, while Heather was naked excepting her thigh boots and driver's cap.

Duchess stepped forward and took off her top. She began to slide her booty shorts down as she looked back at Frank.

"I tink I join in. Why don't you watch? Get some rest? Join in when ready?"

Frank moved over to his couch and sat down. "I like that idea. Please, have some fun."

Duchess slinked over and got down on her back behind Brenda. She eased Brenda's legs apart and slid under her ass. She then gently pulled Brenda's waist down and Brenda shuddered as Duchess's mouth covered her pussy and sucked hard. Mai pulled Brenda closer and said "Work tongue! Ohhhhh, face fucky so good! Me wuv it! Ohhhhhhhhh GAWD! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mai screamed as Brenda shuddered and jerked. Frank grinned as he watched Duchess's fingers dive into her own pussy and finger her self as fast as she could. Frank let his cock out as it was again rock hard and eased his pants off.

"Oh, this is better than anything on line. That's it you sluts! Brenda! Make Mai cum! Don't you DARE cum before my guest does!" Frank said.

Mai was now shuddering and twitching. "UhhhhhHH! SSSSSSSS! FUCK!!!!! MAI WUV DIS!!!! TONGUY SO GGGGOOOOOOODDDD!!!" Mai howled, and jerked so hard she nearly fell out of the chair.

Brenda shuddered at the same time and jerked hard several times, with the last one jerking her body off of Duchess's face. Brenda let out a huge gasp for air and then shuddered once and passed clean out. Her eyes rolled up and her arms flopped limply to her sides. She let out a loud sigh and then a soft snore.

Mai was sprawled over the chair, her legs spread out and her arms hanging over the arms. Her head was flopped back and her eyes were rolled up into the top of her head. Her mouth had a huge smile on it. Duchess had arched her back and was fingering herself rapidly muttering "come on, fucking come on!" as her fingers worked.

Frank turned his head as another loud "YESSSSSSSS!" as Vicky arched her back and shuddered while Heather shoved her face deep into her pussy. With a loud grunt, Vicky's body jerked three times and then she flopped back with a huge grin on her face and her eyes rolled up as well. Heather sat back with a big smile on her face.

"Heather. We have another guest, see to her immediately." Frank called out.

"Yes Sir, right away sir!" Heather replied with a big grin. She crawled over and gently pushed Duchess down on her back and pulled her hand away. "Please Ma'am, allow me." She said and shoved her face in between Duchess's legs.

"Oooooooo, OOOOOOOOO! You good at dat! AHhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, yeah, right der! That's it you cunt! You fucking help! That's it! Fucking eat my super pussy! Best in the biz! Fuuuuccccckkkkk!" Duchess hissed out as Heather worked her mouth and sucked on her clit.

Duchess looked at Frank and grinned. "Oh yeah baby! You are a fucking stud! FUCK! I'll be your bitch! You want me as your porn star girlfriend? Fuck! I'll fuck your brains out every day and night! You fucking want this bod? It's yours Frank! I'm your fucking woman!" Duchess nearly screamed as Heather sped up.

Frank laughed and began to stroke his cock. "Maybe Duchess. But I'm not a guy who has just one "girlfriend". You're hot as fuck, but I like women, lots of women. I'll be fucking my secretary, my chauffeur, and my maid every day. And my stripper and escort neighbors. You're just one of many bitches." Frank said with some heat. He wanted to see how this might affect Duchess, and if she might get mad at him or lose her cool.