William Faust arrived at his office a changed man. No one would really notice it yet, but he had been changed on the most basic of levels. He was now in the thrall of Tatiana St. Claire.
After his night with her, he returned home and assumed his life. He was a little brusque with his wife, but not belligerent. He kept his distance from her, almost afraid that she'd notice the changes in him.
She didn't question his whereabouts for the night. It was not uncommon for William and his partner, Jack Gamble, to spend nights together working or just in idle conversation. There was nothing suspicious there.
He passed Tara on his way into the building. The young woman barely acknowledged him as she smoked her cigarette before starting work. William just ignored her and walked into the building with a small package under his arm; a package that Tatiana had given him the previous night. He saw Jack Gamble talking with Sylvia and Mack in the lobby.
Jack Gamble was about five years older than William. He was a well-dressed, suave man who still maintained movie star looks well into his fifties. His blond hair was styled and feathered back. He wore expensive suits and drove a very expensive car. Jack had come from money, and he was as cultured a man as William had ever known.
Far from a snob, Jack Gamble was genuinely interested in his friends and employees. He was a bit distant to Tara. That was to be expected, as he felt uncomfortable around so young a woman. But he was almost fatherly to both Sylvia and Mack. Jack was a well-liked and respected man, admired by all he knew. He and his wife, Betty, were always involved with charity work and always looking to contribute to the community. Everyone in town knew that Jack Gamble was a soft touch if they needed money and he seldom asked for debts to be repaid.
"Hey, guys," William said, nodding to his coworkers. "How's the day looking?"
"Not good," Jack said, waving to his partner. "Jacoby and Sons are threatening to drop us."
William frowned as he approached the others. "They didn't like that estimate you gave them on the new building."
"No," Jack agreed. "They didn't. They want to go with someone else or see if they can use someone besides one of our recommended contractors. It's a beautiful design Mack came up with, and I'd hate to see them cut corners to the point that the whole structure collapses within 10 years."
"So what are you going to do?" William asked, wishing he could go to his office. He was not interested in work, right now.
"Mack and I are going to go over to Jacoby's office and see if we can't pound some sense into Walt Jacoby's little skull. Sylvia's coming along to help out with the financial aspects of it. Will you and Tara be ok until we get back?"
William laughed, trying to sound like his old self. "We'll muddle through. Good luck, guys."
"Thanks," Sylvia said, sighing. She obviously wasn't looking forward to this trip. She paused and looked at William closely. "William, did you forget to shave this morning?"
"No, no," William said, trying to move toward his office door. "Just decided to grow some facial hair." He walked quickly to his room and closed the door.
Jack shrugged and looked at his two employees. "Ok, gang. Let's go bust some heads. Who's driving?"
William had everything ready in his office. Inside the package was a desk humidor, filled with a variety of cigars. Tatiana had explained that each brand and type of cigar did different things and affected people in different ways. It was up to William to decide how best to proceed.
Tatiana had not explained her plans to William Faust, but he was a willing participant to anything she wanted to do. He just knew that he was hopelessly in lust with her. Love was not an issue for either of them, and William still loved his wife, although Tatiana seemed to make that love unimportant when they were together. He wanted to please her, more than anything, or risk losing access to her body. That was very important to him, for some reason.
He just knew what her instructions were and now that he was alone with one of the female employees, he was ready to proceed. He called Tara's extention.
"Yes, Mr. Faust?" came the twenty-year-old woman's quivering voice. Her voice always quivered; like she was a frightened little girl.
"Step into my office for a minute please, Tara, and bring your purse."
"Yes sir."
Tara walked into the office. She was a very attractive blonde and her weight looked more like baby fat than obesity. She had very small feautures; hands, feet, and face. She was wearing a knit dress with long sleeves and a high collar. It hugged her voluptuous form like a second skin and she complimented it with a matching pair of sling-back heels. It was not Tara's personal choice for clothing. She wore baggy, unflattering outfits and generally looked like a modern-day hippy away from the office. Sylvia had helped her pick out some work clothes after Jack had complained about the younger woman's "unprofessional appearance". Sylvia also presented the clothing bill to Jack Gamble, who didn't bat an eye when he paid it.
"Have a seat, Tara," William said, indicating a chair in front of his desk. The young woman sat down, trembling slightly. She was always afraid that she had screwed something up and was going to get fired. She was the most insecure person William had ever known.
"Relax, Tara," he said, smiling. "You can smoke if you want."
Tara was a little stunned, but accepted any opportunity to smoke a cigarette. "Thank you, Mr. Faust." She reached into her purse and pulled out one of her long cigarettes.
As she lit it, William began, "This is just a social visit, Tara. I've been concerned about your personal problems and just wanted to offer my support."
The cigarette shook visibly in the young girl's hand. "Oh god. I'm sorry, Mr. Faust! I try not to let my personal problems interfere with my work. If I did anything wrong, I apologize."
"Relax," William said, toying with a pen. He really wanted a cigar and the mesmerizing effect it would have on Tara, but he was curious to see how far he could go with her without one. She was a very insecure person, just ripe for the plucking. Billy, the new William Faust, was eager for her, too. His cock was swelling, telling him that he wanted this young girl very badly.
"But I... "
"Relax," he repeated. "You haven't done a thing wrong. I just worry about you. You're like a daughter to me, you know."
"Really?" Tara's eyes grew wide as saucers. She had a great deal of respect for William Faust. Tara had never known her real father, and the four men her mother had married since she was a toddler treated her like a doormat if they even acknowledged her at all. Truth be told, Tara was starving for the attention of an older man, and she swallowed whole any that was thrown her way.
"Of course," William said, standing up. He began pacing his office. "You're such a sweet person. Why, I'd adopt you myself if you weren't already an adult."
Tara blushed. She was loving every minute of this. Here was a man she admired greatly and he was saying things that she had always wished a man had said to her, when she was a kid.
"In fact," William went on, "I'd like for you to think of me as your father."
"Oh, that's very kind of you, Mr. Faust."
He winked. "You can even call