Page 65 of Daddy's Pride

A Babygirl for Rogue

M2F Trans Saphic Dirty Daddies Story

Siobhan Smile

Chapter 1

Trinity

Impulsivity and I had never mixed well, and the proof was walking out of the club bathroom before I'd even fixed my skirt. No thank you or an offer of future hookups, just… gone. My only reminders were embarrassment and a sore ass. Why did all my hookups end the same way? I'd never had one man who wanted to claim me as his. What did I do so wrong?

When my best friend and I packed up our old, shared car and drove across several states for new jobs and lives, Freida said I needed to loosen up. Halfway through our trip I'd changed into a pretty dress, removed the tie from my hair and applied just the smallest bit of makeup. Trinity was born, for twenty-five years I'd existed as a caricature of myself, and two of those I'd kept I'd started gender affirming care a secret.

Freida told me it was time, ordered me to pack my things; we were leaving. A year passed, I had a job I loved surrounded by supportive people and I was going to school. Romance was the only thing I hadn't gotten around to. And I knew that wouldn't happen in some club bathroom, but to be honest, I was a healthy mid-twenties woman and I'd wanted to get laid. Just a thanks would've been nice.

I made sure I was presentable and exited the stall, and glanced at myself in the mirror. Washing my hands, I checked to make sure my makeup wasn't messed up. I forced back tears at my feelings being hurt. Straightening my long, dark hair, I left the restroom to head to the bar. A few drinks seemed in order and I'd go home, and forget all about that night.

I sidestepped my way through the crush of the crowd. Club Q was the hottest place to party in Carlson Harbor. Being a college town, they were always packed every night I'd come in, granted that had only been a few times. Freida had a date and I hadn't wanted to sit at home.

I found a spot at the bar—it was surprisingly empty at that end—and leaned my forearms on the shiny surface as I waited for one of the bartenders to notice. It wasn't like I was in any hurry. An ear-shattering whistle broke above the music. I jerked my head around to find a slim woman in a dark suit and baby blue dress shirt.

"You rang, boss?" A massive drag queen glared at the stranger.

"Babygirl needs service." The woman's voice was husky, an intriguing rasping tone.

I turned as the bartender said something to me. "Excuse me?"

"What do you want to drink, darling?" she asked.

"Vodka and soda, thank you."

"Gigi, put babygirl's tab on mine."

"I can pay—" A perfectly arched brow and the disapproving tightening of her lush lips cut me off.

"I didn't ask if you could pay, babygirl."

"Best to just let Rogue have their own way, they don't listen to anyone else anyway."

"Slander. I listen just fine."

I picked up on the gender-neutral pronouns. Also, the extreme amusement hidden in Gigi's gaze with long lashes that swept sharp cheekbones above a well-shaped beard.

"When who's talking to you is pretty, sure," Gigi said as she made my drink and instead of giving it to me, placed it in front of the stool beside where the strange woman sat. She asked for my name and I gave it to her, and Gigi disappeared to the touchscreen register.

I brought my attention back to Rogue and debated leaving, but they weren't saying anything, just sipping at their drink as they waited me out. I rolled my eyes and eased closer, until I slipped onto the stool beside them.

"Thank you, but I'm not fucking you for one drink."

Instead of looking shocked, a slow smirk spread across Rogue's lips.

"I have no intention of fucking you. I bought a beautiful woman a drink. You could've taken it back to have with your friends. That—" Rogue pointed to the glass "—came with no strings attached. You're new."

"You know everyone who comes in?"

"For the most part."

"Are you really the boss?"

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