For once you find you're not alone when you wake.
Ashley jumps away from your bed with a yelp. You don't understand why until you notice you've startled upright like a man possessed.
"My bad, baby." You read your alarm clock and yawn. Not an act; you haven't gotten up this early since retiring the apron. "What's up?"
She's still wearing your black shirt from last night almost like a one-piece on her smaller body. You finally process what the flash of white fabric you'd caught as she stumbled backwards must be. Luckily, your sheets tented over your knees hide how hard you get.
"I need a ride to school," she says.
Deep breath. You compose yourself to not betray arousal. "Didn't your friend say she would pick you up?"
"Claire can be flaky like that."
"Not very smart of you then, Ash. What if I had something very important to do in, say, thirty minutes?"
You leave her in suspense for a second before reassuring with a smile you're not feeling. Your disappointment at her lack of responsibility is palpable. In those ten years Jessica's also managed to undo one of the few good things you'd left all your girls with.
"So can I get that ride?"
"What do we say when we ask someone a favor?"
She makes those begging puppy eyes that would always work back when you wanted nothing more than her happiness. "Please, Daddy."
You find that satisfactory and get out of bed slowly. You drag your sheets with deliberate intent down your chiseled chest, your steel-cut abdomen. This opportunity to expose your body to her is one you can't afford to pass up. With so much time to work out now you're even more fit than the late-twenties you she remembers. Her eyes stay locked on yours only after stealing a glance at your nearly nude form rising to tower over her. You wonder if she's noticed the outline of your sizable cock still not entirely flaccid hanging in its cloth prison.
"Pass me my shirt," you ask with the most unaffected air you can manage in the circumstances.
Her cheeks are tinged with color, her mouth a little agape. "But I'm not wearing anything under it."
"Not that one, baby."
You point out the Hawaiian print she's sitting on and laugh when she realizes. She turns to give you privacy as you dress, ending your little show. You don't mind.
She's already seen enough.
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The rest of your morning is a cold shower, or at least a substitute for the one you had no time to take. Over breakfast Ashley tells you that Jessica would pick her up after school, typically late but eventually. On the way there she tells you that with her belongings still in her old room she'll need until the weekend to smuggle them out through Claire. And when you park your car she tells you even her last month of high school tuition is yet unpaid for.
Upon second thought you realize the latter's a blessing in disguise, and seize the opportunity. There, in the parking lot of her tony high school a world removed from the inner-city meat grinder you'd clawed your way out of, you make Ashley a deal. You'll pay her remaining balance out of pocket once Jessica cuts her off; one grand is a week's entertainment to you now. All you ask of her in return is compliance with your house rules. Of course you know establishing your authority won't be so simple, but you now have her word to hold over her head should she test you later.
You're busy enjoying the view of her firm ass in that pretty yellow dress as she runs off to class when someone taps the window of your Mercedes.
