Chapter 9
The phone rang more times than Sheila would have Liked. She hoped the cowboy from the diner would answer at such a late hour. She needed energy. She felt horrible about what had happened to Marius. She had taken thirty years of his life before Ishtar could stop her. She had nearly killed him. It was as if she had been consumed by an undeniable thirst she needed to quench.
"Answer damn it," she growled under her breath.
The collar on the panties Joshua had given her would no longer fit over what had been her clit. According to Ishtar, it was another effect of the energy transfer from Marius, his offering. It accelerated her transformation.
She couldn't truly think of it as a clit anymore. The head had developed a thin
sensitive ridge around it now, and her urethra had started to form at the base. If it continued to grow at this rate, she could stand up and piss soon. Ishtar said that by the weekend she would have the real deal. It was all happening so fast. It excited Rosa and concerned Sheila. But, it felt right. Everything about Ishtar felt right.
"Hello," a sleepy voice said into her ear.
"Hey, Charlie. I'm sorry I woke you, sweetie, but I was in the neighborhood and hoped we could talk," Sheila said in her sexiest Rosa voice.
"Who the hell is this? I aint tryin' to buy nothin'."
He was clearly upset about being stirred at 3 a.m.
"We met at Guido's diner a few days ago. This is Rosa."
His demeaner suddenly changed.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I was a sleepin'," he stammered.
"I know, I'm sorry, sweetie. Can I stop by for a minute?"
She had his interest, now she needed to keep it.
"I would like to talk about your big problem," Rosa added.
The line fell silent.
"Are you there, Charlie?"
"Yeah, I'm at 214 fourth street. My house is above my garage. Are you coming right off?"
His breathing had become noticeably heavier.
"I'll see you in about ten minutes, if that's ok."
"Awright, see ya then."
The phone line clicked.
Sheila considered it fair trade. Charlie would get a fantasy fulfilled and she would get energy to give to Ishtar to replace what she had taken from Marius. Tomorrow Charlie would have a terrible hangover, but would recover in a day or two. Sheila knew that hangover well.
She wouldn't let the horse-dicked cowboy fuck her though. He was clearly large enough to seriously hurt her. But whatever else he wanted was fair game. Time was of the escence, she only had a couple
of hours to do this. Bring him to peak and take his energy offering. Simple.
Everybody wins.
Marius was waiting.
* * *
Sheila climbed the poorly lit stairs that were attached to the side of the large metal garage. An oval sign with an arrow pointed up the stairs and had one word painted on it in faded red paint: "Office."
Sheila could see lights on in the upper floor of the structure.
Good. He was waiting.
Standing outside the door at the top of the stairs, she checked herself one last time. She had decided not wear underwear at all, since the ring quit fitting around her...
What was it now?
She chuckled, deciding she would name it half-cock. Everything felt uncomfortable anyway against her rapidly changing parts. Besides, she thought proudly, it was beginning to hang down like a real one now.
Rosa tapped lightly several times on the old door.
The door was filthy all around the doorknob where greasy hands gripped it on a daily basis.
She heard heavy steps plodding to the door, and the curtain was pulled aside as Charlie peeked out. He licked his lips and smiled through the glass at the woman he knew as Rosa.
"Hiya, Charlie." She made a cute two fingered wave.
Charlie fumbled with the locks on the door, and a few moments later pulled it open. He was wearing a comfortable looking robe that fell to his calves, and a pair of soft slippers. The robe was tied at the waist, and Sheila could see a definite bulge below that. He was already getting hard.
"Come in," he said, still smiling.
Sheila slid between Charlie and the open door, allowing the cheek of her tight butt to slide across the lump in the front of his robe.
His bulge immediately started to grow larger. Charlie made a slight, low growling sound.
"I'll put sornething more on," Charlie offered, attempting to sheild his bulge from her view.
"Why Charlie?" Sheila looked down at his bulge. "I think you look fine."
Charlie shuffled over to a ragged, and dirty-blue recliner. He dropped down into it. He wore a puzzled expression.
"Have a seat, Missy."
He motioned to an old couch.
There were a number of automotive magazines strewn across a coffee table in front of him. Clearly, not many people had ever visited here.
Sheila looked around the space Charlie lived in. Several dirty dishes sat on an end table next to him. But, with exception of the dishes, the room was actually quite tidy. Nearly everything was worn and ragged, but neat.
She strolled across the room and took the offered seat. Not having time to waste, she tossed him a sexy look.
"l have a proposition for you, Charlie," Rosa said sweetly.
Charlie sat quietly, still struggling with the growing bulge tangled in the folds of his robes. He stared at Sheila's hard nipples.
"I will help you with your rather large problem, Charlie, but I need to be in total control. Whatever I say goes. Do you understand?"
Charlie nodded yes, but was clearly still confused. He almost looked irritated while struggling with his growing cock.
"For starters, Charlie, let that thing go. It isn't going to offend me." She raised her eyebrows.
He slowly removed his hands. His half-hard problem lifted up against the soft cloth in a thick arch. Though still covered in the cloth, his enormous manhood was very apparent. He remained quiet, staring at her breasts.
"Here's the deal, Charlie. You don't do anything I don I t ask you to do. I run the show."
Energy radiated from him.
Sheila could feel the energies fueling his desires which were steadily rising.
She was sure this wouldn' t take too long.
