The Great Transformation
Minor edits were made to Chapter six.
The old four-story building where the office was located was completely empty, and no one would be back there until morning. The last time she was all alone with Terry, Tara'd been turned back from the brink at the last minute by Mike's arrival at the house. This time, if things got out of control, there would be absolutely no external factor that could stop them. And worse, now she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. What had happened over the weekend and today had turned her on incredibly. She couldn't do this, she couldn't be alone with him, it was very risky that would be insane. Her mind was telling her to leave but she couldn't save herself from the excitement this dirty, corrupt game gave her.
Tara took a deep breath and said, "One last drink, that's all, then I'll be gone." This was the third time she'd said this today.
A sly, dirty grin appeared on Terry's ugly face. "Sure! Sweetie. Just one last shot." he said, clearly emphasizing the word "shot".
They headed towards the entrance of the building and went inside. As they reached the stairs leading down to the basement, Tara hesitated for a moment. But Terry quickly put his hand on her waist and guided her down. As the old troll was taking the blonde Goddess to his lair, the clack of her high heels echoed in the tense silence with each step. Each one was like a warning, telling her to stop, to not delve into this madness any further. Tara was incredibly nervous, but yet she didn't back down. They arrived, Terry reached for the old wooden door to the archive room. One hand was still on her waist, the tips of his fingers perilously close to the upper slope of her ass cheeks. The door opened with a piercing creak, and the familiar, heavy stench of mold filled Tara's nostrils. But she wasn't in a position to worry about that right now.
Terry continued to guide her until the table. He finally let go of her waist and settled into his old chair making it to creak loudly. He pulled a bottle of cheap whiskey and two glasses from his desk drawer and filled them. Tara too sat down in the chair on the other side of the table, her movements hesitant, she still couldn't believe she was here.
"To you, the Blonde Goddess," Terry said as they clinked glasses.
Tara smiled nervously, "Thanks."
Then they took their first sip. It tasted awful. As Tara grimaced, Terry grinned evilly.
"Really, you city dwellers have a hard time dealing with the hard things, don't you?" he said.
His sarcastic comment both angered and provoked Tara.
"Not at all," she said, and looking him straight in the eye, she took another sip of drink. This time, she didn't wince; instead, she adopted a defiant expression.
Terry was affected by her attitude. ""You're something else, aren't you? he said.
This comment only provoked Tara further. " I am," she said harshly.
He continued, "Then why do you tolerate that snobbish fiancé of yours ignoring you?"
Instead of responding Tara blew out a deep breath and took another sip of whiskey. Terry could see the fire in her eyes. His plan was working.
He continued, "I can't understand. What kind of man could neglect a Goddess like you. Either he really is an idiot or he's not a real man."
Tara was deep down amused that an old loser like him was insulting someone of Mike's stature. Her silence made him even more daring.
"That dandy doesn't realize how lucky a man he is. You know, If you were my woman, I'd never leave the house. I'd be with you every second, glued to your hip all day. All the needs of a Goddess like you must be met."
Terry's recklessness had already crossed the line. Worse, it was affecting Tara so bad.
"Be careful with your words. If I report you to Mike or Bridget, you'll be in big trouble." she said but from the lightness of her tone it was clear that it was more of a mockery than a warning.
"Come On! We're here alone, no one needs to know what's going on between us. You know, when I first saw you, I couldn't believe you were real. I thought I was dreaming until you spoke. I think, you are a true Goddess. You see, I'm just a straight guy who speaks his mind directly. " he said while devouring her with hungry eyes.
His words and lustful looks had a profound impact on her. The reality of she being here alone with her obsessed stalker, isolated from the rest of the world, hit Tara hard. The reactor between her legs had become active again. The atmosphere was getting hot.
"I know. I've been aware of how you've been looking at me since the very beginning. This is very wrong, you know I'm engaged to another man. Besides, you're even older than my father. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Tara herself could not believe the words coming out of her mouth. She was finally talking about the facts that had been going on for months, something they both knew about but had never been spoken about.
Terry was surprised that Tara got straight to the point and the relaxed manner in which she did so. The sarcastic tone in her voice was incredibly tease.
"It doesn't matter how old I am or whether you're engaged to another man. I am just a man, a real man. You know, that hot body of yours can even resurrect a dead man. At least a part of him. So, you can't blame me for that, huh?" there was no filter to his words anymore. The cards were being revealed.
In a way, he was right: Tara was aware of the impact her stunning presence had on men around her. She had always been someone admired, dreamed, and pursued. Of course, respectfully and within reasonable limits. But Terry's attitude was different, his heavy obsession with her was obvious and he wasn't even trying to hide it. Although it would be optimistic to expect a different attitude from someone as uncouth, ignorant and corrupt as him. He was the epitome of vulgarity. In addition, his words about age had reminded Tara of the scandal that had broken up her family. Her father was having an affair with a young woman his daughter's age. Even being married did not stop him. That's why her family was broken up. Now, on top of her anger towards her fiancé Mike, her anger towards her father had also flared up. They had both failed her.
The loudly creaking of the chair as he stood up brought Tara out of her this thoughts. They looked at each other that moment. He started to walk slowly from where he was standing towards her. He had taken action. She knew, old pervert was about to try somethings. The atmosphere became tense in an instant.
Terry stood in just front of her, his ample hips resting on the edge of the table now. Tara couldn't help but her gaze shift to his crotch area. And there it was in all its grandeur, exactly as she had expected. The worn, thin fabric of his old trousers did nothing to hide details of his cock. Damn it was huge, so thick, so gnarled. It was like the embodiment of his heavy obsession and unbridled lust for her. A shiver ran down her entire spine.
Tara didn't realize that she had been staring at it intently for a while. Finally when she looked up, their eyes met again. He had a wicked grin on his face. She understood at that moment, Terry had caught her.
"Do you like it?" Terry asked her, clearly.
Tara was a little embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
"What?" she said, pretending not to understand.
"Come on, Tara. You know what I mean. You can't take your eyes off it. Admit that you are impressed."
But she couldn't accept it.
"Bulshitt! Be careful with your words, I am an engaged woman." she snapped.
"Look, it's okay, sweetie. You don't have to feel bad about this. After all, you're a young, healthy woman with needs. If your snobbish fiancé can't handle it, it's your right to find a real man who can handle this.. This is his fault. " Terry once again insidiously played the card of her anger towards Mike.
His plan was working, Tara didn't know what to say for a moment. As she sipped her whiskey, her eyes once again drifted to the massive protrusion in his pants. It seemed like it had grown even bigger. Her nipples were hard as bullets. The intense moisture in her panties had now turned into wetness. She was on fire.
Terry continued "Ahh sweetie. A Goddess like you shouldn't be neglected. The attention you deserve should be given to you in abundance by a real man who is insane about you. With great enthusiasm, never stopping, over and over again."
The message he was sending her when he said " attention" was clear. They both knew he was talking about fucks.
Tara couldn't believe it had come to this. The dirty game was no longer being played covertly. The cards were completely spread out. All boundaries had been crossed. She had to do something. She had to react before it was too late. She mustered all her willpower. She placed the glass of whiskey in her hand on the table and looked directly into his lust-filled eyes.
"You just are sick, a sick, dirty, old man. You need treatment. I'm leaving." she said. Then got up from the chair and headed straight for the exit. She turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly, but then she paused. She couldn't stay, she had to go, but she was desperate. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life. The itch between her legs was unbearable. Her entire body was on fire. It was as if time had stopped. After a long hesitation, she closed the door again and slowly leaned one hand and her forehead against its worn wooden surface.
"Damn it..." she muttered by deeply sighing.
Terry's eyes lit up that moment.
"I knew it," he said excitedly and started walking towards the young blonde from her behind.
