Such a pleasant .

I’m glad my apartment complex had a backdoor. I rarely, if ever, used it, but this seemed like a great time to start.

Could Maria still have people following my every move? It was possible. I wasn’t taking any chances with that. I wanted to have this day all to myself, without the fear of someone reporting my actions to her.

Not that this was 100 percent safe either. Perhaps they knew about the backdoor too? But then again, since I never used it, what were the chances that Maria would have posted people to watch for that exit too? Probably very low. Despite that, I was still very careful. I sneaked around for a while, from corner to corner.

After fifteen minutes of careful movements, I felt safe enough to assume I wasn’t being followed.

Good. Maybe I could ease my mind and forget about Maria for a while.

Just as long as Gloria kept her red ass hidden from her prying eyes…

I had ordered Gretchen to come pick me up in the morning. I had little trouble finding her red Fiat, dutifully waiting for me exactly where I told her to be. It was far enough from my house, that it felt safe to get in.

Her eyes popped open with joy once she saw me getting inside the vehicle.

“G-Good morning, daddy.” There was nervous excitement in her voice.

After that, there was a small, awkward silence. Then, she suddenly shifted in her seat, and moved closer to me. She was breathing a little faster. I could practically hear her heart beating. Whatever she was planning, she was hesitating quite a bit.

Then she puckered up her lips, turned her head slowly, and softly kissed my cheek.

It was a very light, tender kiss.

It lasted for three seconds.

Then she withdrew.

I turned to her. She looked at me like puppy who was asking for her owner’s forgiveness. Nervous if she had just done something horribly wrong.

“What the Hell was that?” I asked with an authoritative tone, although I don’t know if I managed to sound tough.

She looked down, ashamed. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“…Did I give you permission to do that?”

“No… daddy. But…”

“But what?”

“…I didn’t see you at all yesterday. So I wanted to…”

Then her answer just trailed off.

All of this was just unbearably cute.

I lifted my hand. First she was almost frightened by the sudden movement, but calmed down once I gently placed my palm on top of her head, and started slowly petting her short pixie hair.

“It’s alright. I forgive you. This time.”

Her eyes lightened up, and she smiled sweetly.

“And what do we say?” I asked her, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her closer to me.

“T-Thank you, daddy.”

“Good. Now drive, sugartits. It’s gym time.”

I let go of Gretchen and started typing on her navigator, putting in the gym’s address. The gym wasn’t that far, really. About a ten minute drive. But I was planning to have Gretchen drive me to other places as well today. Her working week might’ve been over, but on this Saturday she was my designated chauffeur.

…It’s not a thing I really wanted acknowledge, but Gretchen was in love with me, wasn’t she?

Was that a bad thing?

On our way over to the gym we didn’t speak. I was still thinking about the best way to ensnare Janice. Gretchen kept stealing glances of me. Every time I caught her doing it, she just smiled, and timidly turned her head.

Here’s the thing. In my former life, Gretchen was the number one bitch who kept trying to make me unhappy. Always shouting at me, cursing at me, making fun of my writings, and goddamn near firing me.

It was really fucking tough to deal with this hidden soft side of hers.

I wanted to use her, embarrass her, make her life the same type of Hell she had made mine. And I was definitely still going to do that.

If she was enjoying all of this, didn’t that destroy the whole point of the thing?

So what if I just give in? Enjoy her being a submissive slut to me? Just enjoy domming her around? Wasn’t this perfect already?

But what would happen then? Would she start thinking we were equal? That we were dating or something?

No no, that shit is way too complex to think about. She was now my sexslave. I order her to do stuff for my enjoyment. That’s it.

…I just hoped her softness was starting to soften me as well. I really tried to focus on what a bitch she had been all these years. And now I was going to use her like the tool with tits as she was. She deserved to be used by me, and not enjoy it one bit.

Well, not enjoy it a lot?

The perfume she was wearing was filling up the car.

It was… minty.

She never wore perfume at work.

She just felt so much more… feminine these days.

The car finally reached the parking lot, shaking my out of my thoughts about Gretchen’s perfume. Thank God. I needed to focus on something else.

“Alright. We are going to get some exercise now.”

“…we?”

“Yeah, that’s right, tits. I want to keep you in good shape. I think you might be getting a little fatter. Around here, especially,” I said, while squeezing one of her big mammaries.

She let out a small gasp, as my fingers pinched tighter around her sweaterpuppy. She didn’t try to pull away, or remove my hand. She just bit her lip until I let go of her hefty titflesh.

The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, but it was oddly intense.

“o-okay… but, I don’t have…”

“Gym clothes? Never worry. Here you go.”

Naturally, I had my trusted backpack number two with me. I reached in and grabbed an outfit, which I then dropped on Gretchen’s lap.

She picked it up with confusion. “B-but, how…”

“Stop arguing, cunt. You’ll wear it.”

She swallowed. “Okay.”

And… Damn. No points.

Getting new points with her was insanely hard now. Well, I had plenty of ideas left for today, this was just one of them.

I needed to know what happens at +100. And Gretchen was going to get there, one way or another.

I had Gretchen go in ahead of me. She was going to sign up to Janice’s gym, and signing all the papers for a gym membership might take a moment. It was going to be one-year deal. I wanted her to keep her body in tip top shape. And who knew, we might come back here more often.

I went in a little bit after her.

I didn’t need to search for Janice. There she was, waiting for me in the lobby.

The bitchier version of Michelle, if such a thing was possible.

Still, seeing her in her form-hugging black leotard was always a treat, even if the personality inside them was pure trash.

“I can’t believe it! Holy fuck! You actually made it!”

“Yeah yeah. Is this how you treat all of your customers?”

“No, this greeting is reserved for the little bitches who make me waste my time on a busy Wednesday. What the fuck were you doing, eating cheeseburgers and jerkin’ off?”

Damn, she was in an aggressive mood. Even for her. I guess I really pissed her off by being tied to that chair, fighting for my life.

“I told you Janice. It was work. It was an emergency.”

“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you tell me exactly what kind of an emergency.”

Oh shit. I never thought about that.

My grandma died?

The dog ate my homework?

“…The magazine was about to be sold to a new owner, so that caused all sorts of unexpected little fires I had to put out. Okay?”

“Wow. That was really… unspecific. Almost like you made it up. But hey, the first part of getting in shape is you have to admit to yourself that you’re a little pussy who’s afraid to get sweaty. From there, we can start building you up again.”

Yeah, how ironic. I’m about to start building you down.

Then, like an exclamation mark to her speech, she slapped me on the back. Not hiding one ounce of the power that her muscly forearms were already exhibiting. I nearly fell over, but I just about managed to stay up.

“Anyways, the locker room is that way. Don’t get confused, but there’s two choices. Men’s or women’s. In case you didn’t know, you’re supposed to be a man, so use that one. Then meet me on the bikes, we’ll start there.”

I was about to step into the direction she was pointing, until I heard her start speaking again.

“Jokes aside, I am actually surprised you had the balls to start exercising. Never an easy thing to do. Especially for a scrawny little boy like you.”

And after that gem, she walked away.

I had to breathe in. And breathe out.

Calm down, Jack.

She knew how to push my buttons.

I had expected her to act like this. This was just a starting point, and I needed to keep my cool. Yeah, sure it wasn’t going to be as fun as fucking four gorgeous redheads as a morning exercise like yesterday, but…

I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

It might surprise you to know, but yesterday I actually had the wherewithal to buy new gym clothes, after I had left the restaurant. I definitely didn’t want to hear Janice laughing at my old broken down sweats again, so this time I bought the very top line. After all, I still had a big chunk of Gretchen’s money sitting in my bank account.

And it didn’t look half bad. Well, compared to me at least.

My body on the other hand, was not the top line.

Should I start bulking myself up? Exercising hard? To become a strongman? With months and months of dedication?

Absolutely not.

This was all just a ruse to get at Janice.

So, knowing that I was already at the peak of the physical power I was ever going to have, I took confident strides towards the exercise bikes.

Janice was already there. Based on her facial expressions, I could tell that even she was a little impressed by my choice of clothing.

She didn’t have any time to mention it though, as both of our attention was directed towards another newcomer, who just stepped into the gym floor.

In fact, almost everybody in the gym now stared at her.

My little gym bunny. Gretchie-doll.