Don went another week before he finally quit. He felt elated at being free of the place he'd worked at for nearly 25 years. He was excited about the idea of being his own boss, and working on projects he chose. But he was also nervous about the prospect of finding clients and the sudden loss of income. He had savings and investments, but those were supposed to be for his retirement, which really, wasn't that far off.
Luckily, as Don's income dropped, Flora's rose. It wasn't in equal amounts, but everything helped. Flora's subscribers more than doubled in the week following the release of the video they made together.
"It's huge, practically viral," Flora told him excitedly. "You know, for porn."
That was the first time Don really realized that he'd been in a porn video, and that it was circulating widely on the internet. The thought both disturbed and titillated him.
Before his last day, Don emailed all his former and current clients to inform them he was leaving, and thank them for their fruitful collaboration and the opportunity to work on their interesting projects...blah, blah, blah. He didn't want to be accused of fishing from the company's pier, but he did let everyone know he was starting his own company. None of them were interested in transferring their projects to him, he hadn't really expected them to, but it did generate a few leads that turned into work.
Flora, for her part, let all of her social media followers know that the man who did such an amazing job on her website was available and very sexy. That actually generated more work for Don. He began to wonder if his new career was going to be specializing in making pornographic websites for hot young girls. 'A guy could do worse,' he thought.
The irony of working at home was that he felt it put more distance between him and Flora. He stopped watching her 1 o'clock 'shows', it just seemed weird with her in the next room. And she did not invite him to watch her live, nor did he ask. That would've been even weirder. He did watch them though, if she asked him to upload them for her, or later that night in bed. But it lacked that earlier intimacy and feeling that she was doing it for him.
Flora must have been feeling that distance too. She started making a habit of coming out of her room after masturbating and curling up on Don's lap. She'd purr quietly and fall asleep as Don smelled her pussy and felt her trembling.
He would often spend that time thinking again about the spanking he'd given her. He'd thought a lot about it since it happened. It had both exhilarated and scared him. He hadn't experienced much emotional complexity for quite some time. The equipment he had for deep self-examination was rusty and broken. It had taken him a while to work through it to some point that felt like completion.
He came to the conclusion that it had been about control. But it wasn't just some simple notion of one party controlling the other. There were many more layers than that.
First, there was the dichotomy of self-control versus letting go. Don had definitely lost control of himself. But again it wasn't that simple. What he'd done wasn't exactly wrong, Flora had confirmed that. It was simply that it was outside of his normal experience and behavior. It wasn't that he was completely out of control, but that some deeper, more primal, instinctual part of him had taken over. He felt the accuracy of what he was doing at the time, and it thrilled him. That felt like a more real kind of control than he'd felt in a long time.
Besides self-control, there was also the dynamic of control between the involved partners. Flora seemed to be showing Don that she liked giving up control, at least with him. But she was doing it on her own terms. He'd seen her take complete mastery of those two boys in the field, so he knew that wasn't beyond her. In fact, seeing her give up control surprised him more, than seeing her be her usual 'in control' self.
But maybe that was the point. Maybe having to be in control all the time, because of the mess her life was, meant that she needed to find some time when she could let go of it all--a time and place when she could make herself vulnerable and innocent again. Don came to understand that letting him do what he had, meant that Flora trusted him. He realized, fully and for the first time, that Flora wanted more from Don than just his hard cock.
He had known that she needed more than that all along, but he'd never gotten the idea that she knew that. This realization changed things for Don.
But he still wasn't exactly sure what it all meant, or what, if anything, he could or should do about it. Realizing that Flora had a more complicated view of him was gratifying, but not clarifying. And it did little to dispel his deep seated self-doubt.
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After a few weeks at home, Don was working when the doorbell rang. Flora came shooting out of her room.
"I got it," she said excitedly as she whizzed by. There wasn't even a chance for Don to watch her tits bounce as she ran.
"Hello," he heard Flora sing as she opened the door. There was a pause, then, "Oh my God. You're so hot!" Flora's exclamation got Don's attention.
"Come in, come in," he heard Flora say. "Before the neighbors start to stare."
Flora walked into the room followed by a beautiful young woman. Her skin was a luscious, smooth dark brown. She was taller than Flora by at least six inches, maybe more. She wore a red and white checkered cropped halter top that hung loosely off of the ends of her perky breasts without touching her stomach. Below that was a pair of tight fitting low-cut blue jeans that showed off the slimness of her long legs. Her eyes were big and dark, and under her button nose was a bright smile. She had a loose wavy afro about 4 inches high that flowed around her face and head whenever she moved.
She was captivating. Don had to force himself not to stare at her. He thought she looked familiar somehow. He suddenly felt slovenly and unkempt. He wished Flora had told him she was expecting a visitor.
"Hey Don," Flora said, bouncing into the room. He rarely saw her this giddy. He wondered what was up. "This is Stacy."
"Hi Stacy," Don said. He smiled widely and waved awkwardly.
"Actually," Flora added. "You two already know each other. Kinda."
"Oh right," Don suddenly realized. "It's, um...Star, right?" Actually her name was Starfux, but he thought it would be acceptable to leave the last part off. Hers was one of the first websites Don had done as a freelancer. She wanted something pretty much like Flora's, so it had been a quick easy job. The thing that Don most remembered about Star was her ass. It was beautiful, and reminded him a lot of Flora's.
"That's right," Stacy confirmed. "The site is so great, by the way. I love it. I'm so glad Fawn...uh, Flora recommended you." Her voice, like her skin, was smooth and rich.
"Thanks. I'm so glad you like it. Are you having some kind of problem with it?"
"No," Stacy answered.
"Oh, uh...I thought maybe that's why you were here."
"Relax, Don. She's here for me." Flora giggled and swayed nervously with her hands behind her back.
'What is going on here?' Don puzzled. He'd never seen Flora like this before. Was she putting on some new kind of act for this girl?
"Come on," Flora said, grabbing Stacy's hand. She pulled her through the room. As they passed, Don watched their butts, and confirmed that they were beautiful, luscious twins, only one was much higher than the other.
