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“You girls can go play now,” Finn said.

Monroe hesitated and held on to her Daddy. She didn't know if she was brave enough right now to go and play with another Little. Charlotte walked up to her and held her hand out.

“You can go play,” Daddy said. “If you get too overwhelmed and can't handle it, you just come to me or call out my name. I'll come and get you. But try, okay?”

She was glad he whispered toward the end because she didn't want to offend Charlotte. Grabbing her hand, Monroe got off of her Daddy's lap and let Charlotte lead her to her nursery.

“Come on,” Charlotte whispered.

CHAPTER THIRTY

MONROE

It had been several minutes since Charlotte and Monroe had walked into her nursery. Monroe liked it but she liked the one Daddy had better at home. He had changed some of the colors in the room so it was green. While she liked blue, the color of Charlotte's nursery, she didn't enjoy this much blue, but to each their own. Charlotte loved it and she wasn't going to tell her she didn't because it wasn't her nursery.

For the past minute, Charlotte had been wiggling and hissing every time she moved. Monroe had no doubt her bottom was pretty tender right now and she wasn't envious.

She had done her time a couple of days ago and had a love-hate relationship with it. While she hated being in pain, she also couldn't deny that it turned her on. The little pain she had felt reminded her that her Daddy cared for her.

She also couldn't forget that during that punishment, she had a butt plug in and that butt plug…while she hated it, she also loved it. The feeling of it moving and hitting just the right spots turned her on just thinking about it. Would it feel similar to have Daddy's cock in her?

“Do you want to play?” Charlotte asked.

Monroe shrugged her shoulders. She felt Little right now but didn't know if she wanted to play. She didn’t really feel comfortable right now because she didn't know Charlotte that well.

“That's okay. We can play another time. Right now, we can get to know each other,” Charlotte said. “What do you want to know?”

She was so energetic and while Monroe loved that, she didn't know if she could be around it for hours and hours. Or at least not right now since her mind was torn worrying about Jared coming after her.

“I don't know,” she whispered. “Does your Daddy let you work?”

That had been something that had been on her mind for the past couple of days. What if Monroe stayed with Daddy? Would he let her work or would he expect her to stay in the house like Jared did?

“Yep! He does and my boss is also a Daddy!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I work at a bakery and have for years! It’s so much fun and I love doing it.”

“How does it work with you being a Little? Have you ever fallen into Little space while at work?” Monroe asked.

She was genuinely curious about this. Ever since Daddy found out she was a Little, she’d been in that mindset a lot more and was worried if she went anywhere else she could possibly fall into it. She didn’t want that to happen.

“Oh, definitely. My boss makes sure I’m safe when I do. It’s not often, but it does happen, especially if I get scared or really super-duper stressed out,” she explained. “Though, Daddy and my boss don’t let me get super-duper stressed anymore—or they try.”

Monroe found it fascinating she had found a job where her boss was also a Daddy. Did she know he was a Daddy when she got hired? She had thought several times in her life about getting a job, but Jared never made it possible. Maybe once Jared was gone forever, she could find a job. Though, she didn't know who would hire her since she was a twenty-seven-year old who had her GED and didn’t have a lot of work experience.

“You should come visit sometime! It'll be so much fun and I can show you how I work and where I work and you can try one of my treats,” Charlotte said, bouncing up and down. She quickly let out a hiss and stopped, rubbing her backside to soothe the pain, no doubt.

“I don't know when I'll be able to. I'll have to ask Daddy,” Monroe replied.

She honestly had no clue if he would let her go to the bakery. It was different than coming here because he knew this place and maybe he knew the bakery, but it was out in public. She didn't know if she would feel safe out in the open like that. It was a different ball game, and she wasn't sure she was quite ready to do that yet.

“That's fine. Come whenever you can,” she said. “Maybe once you come, you'll see you love it just as much as I do and you could get a job at the bakery.”

Unease filled her stomach. Why would they hire somebody like her when she didn’t have a lot of experience?

“I haven’t worked much,” Monroe said, looking to the side in embarrassment. “Only for two years and that was a while ago.”

“That's fine. There are no job qualifications for it. They're hiring somebody to decorate the cupcakes or any treats I make and put them up in the front when they're ready so that customers can buy them,” Charlotte said. “Are you good at drawing? Are you creative? Can you make things neat?”

“I guess. I do love drawing some. I wouldn't say I'm amazing at it but it's fun. And I can definitely be creative and make things organized. I love organizing things. It's so much fun. The satisfaction of it being finished is amazing.”

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