Even with the big bay doors open in the shop, there was just the hint of a little breeze to speak of and the sunshine that was streaming in, was happily being enjoyed by everyone in the shop. The sole exception to this enjoyment was Diandra, the beautiful day just seemed to be in direct opposition to how horrid she was feeling inside.
Spending the night with Ron and his ability to go multiple times, while trying to bend in her half, had left her stiff and sore. The physical pain she was feeling still didn't compare to the turmoil that was going on inside her. Since being away from Ron she'd had time to think and try to process everything that had gone on between them.
"What do we call this Diandra?" Pete, one of the shops full time employees came strolling past her on his way to the bathroom. "Walk of shame? Or is it more a work of shame?"
"Ha ha..." Diandra tried to convey that Pete's comment didn't sting, but it was clear there was no real humor in her response.
Pete was generally a pretty good guy, funny and had a dirty sense of humor, which Diandra normally found entertaining. Being around construction guys, those types of comments where to be expected, especially when you showed up to work wearing a man's extra large, button up flannel shirt.
From the moment the other guys had started showing up to the shop in the morning, a few that Diandra interacted with on a daily basis had picked up on the meaning of the shirt. Thankfully for her, they hadn't guessed that her own shirt had been destroyed, or that they had seen this shirt before on Ron.
"Just bugging ya Diandra!" Pete smiled and while picking up on the lack of humor in the student helpers voice. But what he and others had noticed was that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Least it was a good time!"
"Yeah, a great time." The young brunette wasn't sure if Ron had planned it this way, to destroy her shirt and force her to wear his. But he had been the one to decide that since her panties were also ruined, there was no need for her to bother with a bra either.
Planned or not, it was all just another sick way for Ron to show the new found control he had. Diandra had protested when he had undone several of the buttons on the shirt, but once again she had lost the battle. From the moment people had arrived, she had been terrified that the guys would know this was Ron's shirt, if by nothing else the way it smelled.
Several times when around other workers, she'd had to catch herself from bending to grab something or reaching a certain way. While helping load a truck that morning, Diandra was certain she had mistakenly given one of the job foreman's a very quick, but very clear look down her top.
Looking back from where she was painting, Diandra could see the smug asshole sitting behind his laptop at his desk. "Bastard..." Letting him fuck her had been horrid enough, but even the soreness in her pussy paled in comparison to everything he said to her. Those thoughts caused Diandra to look over to where Pete had left from.
"Was it true? Do they all think I'm just a spoiled princess? Is he just being nice to me, because he wants to fuck me?"
Diandra tried to shake those thoughts from her head, how could she believe anything Ron said. The man was blackmailing her, so nothing he said or did was to be trusted. "So why did you trust him?" Looking back towards the signs she was painting, Diandra's head began to hang low. It was dawning on her that even when her time with Ron was finished, she would never be able to undo what they had done together.
Ron had knowingly and unknowingly taken things from Diandra, including some of her firsts. He knew that he was the first man to ever cum inside of her and that was something she could never change. What Ron didn't know and what Diandra was determined never to tell him, was that he had also been the first man to bring her to orgasm
It had never been a problem for Diandra to get herself off, but in her limited experience, her ex had never been successful. Having had to finish herself off after each time they had made love, Diandra was now refusing to believe that Ron of all people had managed to accomplish this.
Shaking her head she wanted to believe that it was solely the work of the vibrator he had used to prime her. Before each of their sessions he had used that purple toy to get her excited and wet, before he penetrated her and fucked her to orgasm.
But what caused her stomach to fall, was knowing that Ron hadn't needed the vibrator during their third session. It seemed that after their previous two times, her body remembered the pleasurable feeling of an orgasm and so getting her excited had been less of a challenge for him.
Even being disgusted at having to watch herself on the large TV, couldn't prevent the biggest and hardest orgasm of the night. Ron had been delighted how hard she had cum and using her hair for a handhold, had made her watch every second of it in high definition.
"How could you orgasm because of him..." The image of the couple on the screen was burned into her memory, especially the look on the girls face. Lust and excitement were in her eyes, anyone seeing the way she looked in that video, would only see a woman lost in the moment.
Shaking her head slowly, she knew they wouldn't see a girl who had been blackmailed to be there. They wouldn't see the slap in the truck or the way he had forced her to keep sucking him off during their trip to his place. No, all they would see was a young woman, cumming from, as Ron had put it, a girl engaging in her kink of wanting to be with an older, stronger man.
"You deleted those videos...no one will ever know they exist..." Diandra worked to remind herself of this fact, but nagging thoughts would always override her. "But what about when he finds out you deleted them?" That small moment of victory she had pressing delete last night, now felt more like a ticking time bomb.
How would Ron react when he found out, would he turn her in, or was he just going to film her again. Diandra didn't want to think of either outcome now, but she was certain that Ron was just going to film her again. "You have to get out of this...you can't let this keep happening, you can't let him have more videos of you!"
"Hey princess, ready for lunch?"
So caught up in her thoughts, Diandra was startled by Ron's sudden and oddly quiet approach. More than anything she wanted to scream no, that she wasn't going to lunch with him. She wanted to quit right there and then, but looking up into the smiling, unkempt face of her boss, she softly nodded. "Ye...yes..."
Looking around to make sure no one else was within sight, Ron placed both large, meaty hands on either side of Diandra's face. "So where would you like to go? Somewhere quiet? Or should I just fuck you right here?"
"Som...somewhere quiet..." Diandra didn't want anyone to come in and see them this close and she wasn't quite sure if Ron was joking. More than once he had alluded to the fact he wanted everyone to know that he was now fucking her, which was something Diandra was desperate to hide.
"That's a shame, but...it's my girls choice." Leaning down to Diandra, Ron softly kissed her lips, feeling the slight tremble in them before they parted and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth.
