New Voice
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[I've been inspired due to recent true events to write a story, hope you all enjoy]
Terry had never been one to be noticed before. He was quiet, he never stood out in a crowd, unless it was in a literal sense of staying away from people, and he above all, had a squeaky voice. At work it was the same. His boss, his co workers, none paid him much attention besides telling him to do things, which he would never argue with, only unquestioningly obey. He wasn't at all a bad looking young man. Six feet tall, jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and not at all in bad shape. One wouldn't say he has a chiseled physique but it was obvious Terry kept himself in good condition. It was his voice that drove people away.
The sound Terry's voice made when it spoke had always been an odd mixture of soprano, as well as an unsteady falsetto, so even the squeak wasn't something one could call 'cute', only annoying. This was a problem for him all his life. People wouldn't want to talk to him so he made few friends, he didn't speak up in class so even when he was confused his teachers would never know, his grades would slip and he had nobody who cared enough to help him. This all changed rather abruptly, and so did the way Terry lived his life.
Terry had experienced quite a sickness at the age of 19. He couldn't attend his classes, or work for over a week, and his doctors diagnosed it as a new streptococcus strain in his throat. In order to combat it they gave him strong antibiotics and a surgery to take out his tonsils. After his recovery period Terry was released, but was still unable to speak at all(much to the pleasure of everyone around him) for at least a month.
Finally the day came when he could speak again. When he spoke, however, it was different. A new voice came out. A low, gutteral sound, one that sounded almost as if he growled out every word in his vocabulary. One would have to lean in to fully hear him, but if they did, it always sounded as if he was at least a little annoyed with the listener.
For the first while, Terry wasn't fond of his new voice, any more than he was of his old one. His mother always thought he was snapping at her, and his siblings always felt like they were bothering him. It was the same thing all over again, he had thought to himself, driving people away because I can't control how I sound.
A week passe,d and the low, guttural growl turned into something new. Not too far removed from the growl, but it had an actual voice. Instead of an angry hiss there was substance to the voice. A bass the likes of which he'd never heard before. His family didn't seem to show much notice to the change, but once he started going back to classes and work...things changed.
Terry first noticed things change at work with how his boss and co workers treated him. His figure, already well sized, was now imposing with its accompanying bass growl of a voice. The other men he worked with didn't ask him to do their grunt work anymore, and even offered to help him when he looked like he was having trouble. His boss paid him frequent visits to have chats with him. He felt it odd, because she never talked to him about work, and it never seemed to be about anything that mattered...she just...wanted him to talk, it seemed.
It wouldn't be too long until he received an answer to his confusion. His boss called him into her office and when he entered she asked him to close the door. Thinking he was in trouble Terry closed the door reluctantly, though slowly, making sure not to slam it or get anyone's attention. He turned to his boss and looked at her, she didn't seem angry, or frustrated. To the contrary she seemed...was she sweating?
"What do you think of my new outfit?" she asked him. Terry blinked, he hadn't noticed before but his boss had came into work with a new outfit, not a part of the uniform. It was a floral dress, and it ended in a miniskirt. Terry, for the first time in his career, noticed something about his boss. She had...the longest, firmest, and smoothest legs he had ever seen. Sitting at her desk she was sitting sideways to Terry, who had a full view of those legs that went on forever. That's when he noticed another thing. As his eyes traveled up, he noticed she had dropped her usual hairstyle. The bun she always had her hair tightly packed into was completely gone, her hair in red curls as it cascaded down her shoulders. She looked at him with her ocean blue eyes and smiled, "...Terry...an answer would be nice." Terry could only nod in an answer. She didn't seem satisfied with this, "A nod is not an answer to my question...Terry, need I repeat myself?"
Despite her words she didn't seem angered, in fact it almost looked like she was playing a little game with herself. So Terry answered in his low, growl of a bass voice, "...You look great in that dress Miss Duchrane." He said. She breathed in and sighed at his answer, "Please...call me Dorothy." she said. With a cough, Terry nodded, "Well...Alright...Dorothy." She closed her eyes and breathed in again, letting out the air with a sigh she shuddered and shook her head, "Oh...I don't know if you know this...but this new voice of yours is just...gorgeous." she said. Terry blinked, gorgeous? What does that mean? How can that be true? His boss continued, "There are few men in this world with a voice that can actually turn a woman on the way yours does Terry, and I'm going to be blunt...it's working real well on me."
Terry gulped, this was new, it was unexpected, it was wrong, but it felt oh so right.
[end of part 1]
Terry had never been one to be noticed before. He was quiet, he never stood out in a crowd, unless it was in a literal sense of staying away from people, and he above all, had a squeaky voice. At work it was the same. His boss, his co workers, none paid him much attention besides telling him to do things, which he would never argue with, only unquestioningly obey. He wasn't at all a bad looking young man. Six feet tall, jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and not at all in bad shape. One wouldn't say he has a chiseled physique but it was obvious Terry kept himself in good condition. It was his voice that drove people away.
The sound Terry's voice made when it spoke had always been an odd mixture of soprano, as well as an unsteady falsetto, so even the squeak wasn't something one could call 'cute', only annoying. This was a problem for him all his life. People wouldn't want to talk to him so he made few friends, he didn't speak up in class so even when he was confused his teachers would never know, his grades would slip and he had nobody who cared enough to help him. This all changed rather abruptly, and so did the way Terry lived his life.
Terry had experienced quite a sickness at the age of 19. He couldn't attend his classes, or work for over a week, and his doctors diagnosed it as a new streptococcus strain in his throat. In order to combat it they gave him strong antibiotics and a surgery to take out his tonsils. After his recovery period Terry was released, but was still unable to speak at all(much to the pleasure of everyone around him) for at least a month.
Finally the day came when he could speak again. When he spoke, however, it was different. A new voice came out. A low, gutteral sound, one that sounded almost as if he growled out every word in his vocabulary. One would have to lean in to fully hear him, but if they did, it always sounded as if he was at least a little annoyed with the listener.
For the first while, Terry wasn't fond of his new voice, any more than he was of his old one. His mother always thought he was snapping at her, and his siblings always felt like they were bothering him. It was the same thing all over again, he had thought to himself, driving people away because I can't control how I sound.
A week passe,d and the low, guttural growl turned into something new. Not too far removed from the growl, but it had an actual voice. Instead of an angry hiss there was substance to the voice. A bass the likes of which he'd never heard before. His family didn't seem to show much notice to the change, but once he started going back to classes and work...things changed.
Terry first noticed things change at work with how his boss and co workers treated him. His figure, already well sized, was now imposing with its accompanying bass growl of a voice. The other men he worked with didn't ask him to do their grunt work anymore, and even offered to help him when he looked like he was having trouble. His boss paid him frequent visits to have chats with him. He felt it odd, because she never talked to him about work, and it never seemed to be about anything that mattered...she just...wanted him to talk, it seemed.
It wouldn't be too long until he received an answer to his confusion. His boss called him into her office and when he entered she asked him to close the door. Thinking he was in trouble Terry closed the door reluctantly, though slowly, making sure not to slam it or get anyone's attention. He turned to his boss and looked at her, she didn't seem angry, or frustrated. To the contrary she seemed...was she sweating?
"What do you think of my new outfit?" she asked him. Terry blinked, he hadn't noticed before but his boss had came into work with a new outfit, not a part of the uniform. It was a floral dress, and it ended in a miniskirt. Terry, for the first time in his career, noticed something about his boss. She had...the longest, firmest, and smoothest legs he had ever seen. Sitting at her desk she was sitting sideways to Terry, who had a full view of those legs that went on forever. That's when he noticed another thing. As his eyes traveled up, he noticed she had dropped her usual hairstyle. The bun she always had her hair tightly packed into was completely gone, her hair in red curls as it cascaded down her shoulders. She looked at him with her ocean blue eyes and smiled, "...Terry...an answer would be nice." Terry could only nod in an answer. She didn't seem satisfied with this, "A nod is not an answer to my question...Terry, need I repeat myself?"
Despite her words she didn't seem angered, in fact it almost looked like she was playing a little game with herself. So Terry answered in his low, growl of a bass voice, "...You look great in that dress Miss Duchrane." He said. She breathed in and sighed at his answer, "Please...call me Dorothy." she said. With a cough, Terry nodded, "Well...Alright...Dorothy." She closed her eyes and breathed in again, letting out the air with a sigh she shuddered and shook her head, "Oh...I don't know if you know this...but this new voice of yours is just...gorgeous." she said. Terry blinked, gorgeous? What does that mean? How can that be true? His boss continued, "There are few men in this world with a voice that can actually turn a woman on the way yours does Terry, and I'm going to be blunt...it's working real well on me."
Terry gulped, this was new, it was unexpected, it was wrong, but it felt oh so right.
[end of part 1]
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If I catch on to where this story is going, I'd say it's going to be one hell of a ride.
Though, in the corporate world, everyone would consider it to be sexual harassment.
Though, in the corporate world, everyone would consider it to be sexual harassment.
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nooooooo
resist Terry, resist!~
take your time to find someone better!
i'm simply not good with taking sound from text, but i can still get a sort of feeling as to what you're trying to describe, good job~
resist Terry, resist!~
take your time to find someone better!
i'm simply not good with taking sound from text, but i can still get a sort of feeling as to what you're trying to describe, good job~
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2xj00eL_HM wrote...
noooooooresist Terry, resist!~
take your time to find someone better!
i'm simply not good with taking sound from text, but i can still get a sort of feeling as to what you're trying to describe, good job~
Too long; did read. And it was awesome!!
How could you tell him to resist sexy time with his boss!?
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itsame00 wrote...
Too long; did read. And it was awesome!!
How could you tell him to resist sexy time with his boss!?
iunno...
just don't really like dat boss for some reason~
one of those things that is hard to explain
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2xj00eL_HM wrote...
itsame00 wrote...
Too long; did read. And it was awesome!!
How could you tell him to resist sexy time with his boss!?
iunno...
just don't really like dat boss for some reason~
one of those things that is hard to explain
One does not simply avoid sexy time with their hot boss.
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itsame00 wrote...
When do you think can we expect an update on this?Tomorrow. Since I posted this I've been swamped with work, and other interests. But I have tomorrow off and I'm a loser that doesn't do things on Friday nights, so instead I'll likely be updating the story with the next section. :)
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This is great, I just can't stop hearing Kaito's voice when the main character, Terry says something. Anyway, I'll be looking forward to the next section.
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[Unlike others, I'll be updating this story through new posts, I think it's better than expecting people to check up on it every day and see if I've re edited my original post to include a new section]
Terry stood breathlessly in the office of his boss. Dorothy was slowly hiking up the ends of her floral dress with one hand, smiling at her employee, and using the index finger on her other hand to give him a "come hither" gesture. Terry surmised that if he did as she asked, what would ensue would be more than he could ever hope for. But something didn't seem right. Something felt off about the whole picture. It was something about what she said, that it was his voice that was doing this to her.
Nothing about him had changed. His personality didn't change, his demeanor didn't change, the only thing about him that changed was....his voice. And that was it. That was the source of why she was now interested in him. He reasoned this out in his head. He imagined if his voice changing would be equated to winning the lottery. Would he be ok with her wanting to be with him intimately... solely because he won the lottery? Terry shook his head, no. This wasn't real. This was fake.
"I'm sorry Dor...Miss Duchrane, but I can't do this." he said with an apologetic bow of his head. Dorothy blinked, a little confused at this. She wasn't used to being rejected, "Why not?" she asked. Terry explained to her that he felt like things weren't right to just be with her because she found his voice to be a turn on. Plus, it wasn't appropriate, she was his boss.
What Dorothy said next changed his perspective. She chuckled to herself and shook her head as she ran one of her slender hands up her leg, "Terry...I'm not asking for a relationship. And I'm not asking you as your boss. I'm asking for us...to have some fun...no strings attached, because something about you is hot." Terry thought for a moment. There...WAS certainly a difference between her wanting to marry him for his voice...and just wanting to have sex for his voice. And besides, the more she stroked her legs and locked her eyes onto his, the fuzzier his reasons became for not doing anything.
With a sigh and a smile, Terry made a decision. Locking the door behind him, he picked Dorothy up from her chair and pushed her into the wall before kissing up from the base of her neck, to her earlobe, and stopping momentarily to whisper in her ear, "...You win. Now...spread em." he said, doing his best to accentuate his new voice for her. Dorothy moaned in response, but placed a finger on Terry's lips and smirked as she looked at him, "Don't push it." she winked as she lifted her right leg, wrapping it around Terry's waist as she wrapped her arms around him.
Somewhere between Terry sliding down to the ground with Dorothy on top of him, and him finding out that she wasn't wearing anything beneath that dress, Dorothy displayed some impressive skills as she not only unbuttoned, but unzipped and disrobed Terry's pants with nothing but her foot, her hands stroking his chest in the meantime. Terry's mind was in a daze. He had never experienced anything like this before, and wasn't too sure exactly what he should do. Dorothy giggled and leaned down, "Don't worry, I'll lead, you follow." she whispered.
Lowering the last piece of cloth that separated the two from connection, Dorothy lowered herself and inserted Terry into herself. With a gasp, her eyes widened and she shuddered as Todd let out a low guttural growl. In her mind, something seemed to have just snapped in Terry, and in reality, something very well might have. Terry viewed Dorothy not as his boss anymore, but simply as a woman. Not only that, but she was on top of him, and that wasn't right either. In a swift motion, Terry sat up, and shifted positions, putting a surprised Dorothy on her back as he growled out to her, "Quiet." he ordered. Dorothy blinked and nodded, knowing that shouting out in any case would probably disturb anyone working near her office. Terry thrusted into her, and grabbed one of her legs, slinging it over his shoulder as he rolled his neck. The force he exhibited surprised Dorothy even more as pleasure coursed through her body. She looked up at the single bright light in her office and stared at it as Terry continued to growl and grunt animalistic ally with every thrust.
[end of part two, I'll update within the week ;)]
Terry stood breathlessly in the office of his boss. Dorothy was slowly hiking up the ends of her floral dress with one hand, smiling at her employee, and using the index finger on her other hand to give him a "come hither" gesture. Terry surmised that if he did as she asked, what would ensue would be more than he could ever hope for. But something didn't seem right. Something felt off about the whole picture. It was something about what she said, that it was his voice that was doing this to her.
Nothing about him had changed. His personality didn't change, his demeanor didn't change, the only thing about him that changed was....his voice. And that was it. That was the source of why she was now interested in him. He reasoned this out in his head. He imagined if his voice changing would be equated to winning the lottery. Would he be ok with her wanting to be with him intimately... solely because he won the lottery? Terry shook his head, no. This wasn't real. This was fake.
"I'm sorry Dor...Miss Duchrane, but I can't do this." he said with an apologetic bow of his head. Dorothy blinked, a little confused at this. She wasn't used to being rejected, "Why not?" she asked. Terry explained to her that he felt like things weren't right to just be with her because she found his voice to be a turn on. Plus, it wasn't appropriate, she was his boss.
What Dorothy said next changed his perspective. She chuckled to herself and shook her head as she ran one of her slender hands up her leg, "Terry...I'm not asking for a relationship. And I'm not asking you as your boss. I'm asking for us...to have some fun...no strings attached, because something about you is hot." Terry thought for a moment. There...WAS certainly a difference between her wanting to marry him for his voice...and just wanting to have sex for his voice. And besides, the more she stroked her legs and locked her eyes onto his, the fuzzier his reasons became for not doing anything.
With a sigh and a smile, Terry made a decision. Locking the door behind him, he picked Dorothy up from her chair and pushed her into the wall before kissing up from the base of her neck, to her earlobe, and stopping momentarily to whisper in her ear, "...You win. Now...spread em." he said, doing his best to accentuate his new voice for her. Dorothy moaned in response, but placed a finger on Terry's lips and smirked as she looked at him, "Don't push it." she winked as she lifted her right leg, wrapping it around Terry's waist as she wrapped her arms around him.
Somewhere between Terry sliding down to the ground with Dorothy on top of him, and him finding out that she wasn't wearing anything beneath that dress, Dorothy displayed some impressive skills as she not only unbuttoned, but unzipped and disrobed Terry's pants with nothing but her foot, her hands stroking his chest in the meantime. Terry's mind was in a daze. He had never experienced anything like this before, and wasn't too sure exactly what he should do. Dorothy giggled and leaned down, "Don't worry, I'll lead, you follow." she whispered.
Lowering the last piece of cloth that separated the two from connection, Dorothy lowered herself and inserted Terry into herself. With a gasp, her eyes widened and she shuddered as Todd let out a low guttural growl. In her mind, something seemed to have just snapped in Terry, and in reality, something very well might have. Terry viewed Dorothy not as his boss anymore, but simply as a woman. Not only that, but she was on top of him, and that wasn't right either. In a swift motion, Terry sat up, and shifted positions, putting a surprised Dorothy on her back as he growled out to her, "Quiet." he ordered. Dorothy blinked and nodded, knowing that shouting out in any case would probably disturb anyone working near her office. Terry thrusted into her, and grabbed one of her legs, slinging it over his shoulder as he rolled his neck. The force he exhibited surprised Dorothy even more as pleasure coursed through her body. She looked up at the single bright light in her office and stared at it as Terry continued to growl and grunt animalistic ally with every thrust.
[end of part two, I'll update within the week ;)]
