Change is the only constant

The early morning sunrise was only just peaking over the mountains to the east as Deedee’s long eyelashes fluttered open. Her internal alarm was so used to waking up at five each morning that it was almost impossible for her to sleep in anymore. At first it had been because getting ready had taken that long. Then as she had streamlined that process, she had added early morning workout routines in an effort to keep her body in the toned milf like version it was now. Laying there on her side, she could feel the other person in the bed move in their sleep as they tugged at the blanket.

Her eyes stared across the room blankly as the memories of last night bloomed in her mind. Both her and Trent had shut down afterwards. Each of them in their own way. Deedee fell back on the training she had been given, cleaning up each of them, getting them into night clothes and getting them ready for the next day. For Trent’s part he had mostly gone into a zombie-like state. Deedee didn’t think he had actually had a mental break, just that he was trying to avoid the thoughts and feelings that an event like that had to have created inside of him.

She thought back to her first real cock. It had belonged to an intern at the company that she and Chloe worked at. Chloe had hired the man weeks before it had all gone down. Only after Deedee had fallen too far down the well to save herself did she find out the young man was a plant by Chloe. He had helped orchestrate the clever ruse that had put her into the place she was now.

Her lips pursed at that thought. No, neither the intern nor Chloe were the ones that had her in the place she was now. She could only blame herself for that. She could feel the anger of last night, the sense of rejection coming from Tiffany again all over again. She had taken it too far. Anger at herself replaced the anger she had felt towards Trent. It had been her choice, if any possibility of her and him having any sort of real relationship had existed, it certainly didn’t now.

The anger at herself made her want to yell out, to scream. The surge of energy that came with it needed to go somewhere. She wasn’t ready to deal with the person behind her just yet, not ready to deal with the fallout that came with losing her control like she had. Slipping from the bed, she carefully tiptoed her way out of the bedroom and into her large closet. With the door to the bedroom closed, she let out a breath she had been holding.

Stripping out of the silky nightgown, she pulled out a pair of tiny workout shorts and a sports bra. Slipping the black and pink outfit on, she pulled on a pair of tiny ankle socks and the only shoes in the house without a heel, her pink workout trainers. Making her way across the hallway, she stepped into one of the other two rooms in the house. The small bedroom made an excellent workout studio. With a stair climber, treadmill, and a handful of free weights, Deedee had built the perfect room to keep her body in shape.

Slipping in her earbuds, she turned on a workout playlist and began to work out as she did almost every day. It started with climbing the stairmaster, long deep steps worked out her legs and warmed her up for the squats, lunges, and hip thrusts to follow. Even with her favorite music blaring in her ears and a workout to occupy her attention and burn off energy, she couldn’t help but focus on the problem she had created the night before. She had hoped that sweating through a workout would distract her enough but found herself zoning out and thinking back to the blowjob.

Stepping off the treadmill, she moved over to pick up some free weights and begin her split squats. Focusing on her form and making sure each muscle moved the way she wanted helped more than the cardio warm up had. The issue became the rest breaks between sets. After finishing her squats, she sat on the bench and stared into the mirror. For the first time in a long time, she was not happy with the woman staring back at her. The feeling of self hatred that her early months with Chloe had brought about were perhaps not as healed as she thought they had been. Now, here she was taking it out on her child.

“I’m the world’s worst parent.” The worst part of all of it was that she had enjoyed it. The feelings of power, the pleasure coming from someone following her orders, the look in his eyes as he listened to his girlfriend **** him while he sucked his first cock. Even now, thinking about it caused her to begin to harden in the tiny shorts she had on. Her mind began to focus more on what had felt good instead of why she was so terrible.

In those thoughts, she began to rationalize each action. He could have left at any time, embarrassment was the only thing keeping him here. If he had been a real man he would have stood up to her, he would have fought her. Hell, a hard enough bite the night before and he could have sent her to the hospital. Instead he had allowed her to lead him down the path, he had shown how much he enjoyed it. There was a tiny hollow voice in her mind that tried to fight these thoughts. Between the tide of lust from the feeling of finally getting off the night before and the wave of power that being dominant had brought her the last few days that voice was pushed farther and farther back.

Standing up she pulled the earbuds from her ears and marched out of the gym into her closet. It was simple enough to collect a similar outfit to hers. A tiny thong, the same style of shorts, even the matching sports bra were gathered up in her hands. Her other hand reached out and collected a red scrunchie as well as the red wedge heel sneakers of a few days before. Not giving herself the time to think about her actions, the dark haired woman made her way into the bedroom.

“Tiffany, get up.”