Page 2 of Teaching His Babygirl

I ignore the private rooms; part of my tour includes a closer look at them, and for now, I just want to get a feel for the place before my official tour starts.

The opposite side of the club has an area dedicated to different stations for littles to play together at. Dollhouses, trains and cars, a bookshelf full of board games and puzzles, an area that looks like it’s entirely dedicated to art projects… the only thing I would ever be interested in when it comes to this stuff.

Don’t get me wrong… I have a favorite stuffie and love dressing up like a girly-girl, but dollhouses just aren’t me. I’m not into age-play. I can understand why some people are. I can imagine how freeing it could be to regress into a simpler time, but it’s not my thing.

After taking everything in, I end up back where I started—a plush area filled with overstuffed couches and dozens of pillows. The person who let me in explained the different areas of the club briefly… this is a waiting room of sorts. Littles and dominants can hang out in this area to let it be known that they are looking for a play partner for the night. There are several men and women chatting amicably. They all look like they know each other—and they probably do. Clubs like this tend to be fairly exclusive in their members. I can imagine in a place like this, the people would start to feel like family after a while.

I consider the couches for a moment longer before heading to the bar where I’m supposed to meet my guide. The bar is perfectly balanced to serve both littles and their dominants. There are juices and slushy machines beside high-end liquor. Colorful plastic cups alongside crystal cut tumblers and wine glasses. It’s a perfect representation of the juxtaposition between daddy and little.

The bar area is empty, save for the woman behind the bar and a man nursing a drink at the opposite end of the bar as me. I walk up to the bar and take a seat on one of the empty stools.

“What can I get you, princess?” the bartender asks.

“Can I just have water, please?”

She looks at me like I’m insane but grabs a bottle from behind the bar and opens it for me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’m Tessa,” she says, assessing me.

“Darlene,” I say with a small smile.

“Nice to meet ya. Is this your first time at the club?”

“Yeah. Is it that obvious?”

She shrugs. “You just have that touristy feel to ya.”

Not sure what to say to that, I take a drink.

“Tessa, leave the girl alone,” the man from the end of the bar barks, looking dark and imposing.

Tessa’s friendly demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. Her eyes are green fire when she turns to level a glare at the man. “Shut up, Ransom. No one asked you,” she hisses.

He gives her a meaningful look—the kind that promises a sore ass and a very unhappy little girl at the end of the night—and she stomps her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m allowed to talk to people. It’s kind of my job.”

“Talk, yes. Torment, no.”

Tessa looks at me and must see something that I don’t because her temper disappears as quickly as it came. “Sorry… I just meant that I haven’t seen you around before,” she says to me, looking every bit the chastised little girl.

“It’s okay,” I reply, but Tessa isn’t paying any attention to me; she’s looking over my shoulder with an almost dreamy look on her face. I turn to see what she’s looking at and am completely blindsided by the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life.

Blond hair, icy blue eyes… a strong chiseled jaw covered in a two-day scruff. He’s a little over six foot, and I can tell that he’s got the body of a god under his expensive suit. The man is sex on a stick, as Charity would say. And he’s heading straight for me. I sit up straighter on the stool and adjust the skirt of my dress.

Tessa gives the man a huge, welcoming smile. “Colt! It’s so good to see you. It’s been forever. What are you doing here?”

“Good evening, Tessa. I’m here for a favor to Aiden. He had a thing tonight and needed someone to cover his tour.”

Goosebumps shiver down my spine at the low rumble of his voice. My nipples peak, and my thighs clench together. Since when has just the sound of a man’s voice turned me on so much? It takes a few seconds to realize what he said… is this my guide? If so, lucky me.

Very lucky me…

Holy crap, he even smells fantastic like expensive scotch—woodsy with a hit of something else I can’t quite name. Basically, the man is a wet dream in the flesh. My long-dormant little side comes raring to the surface, ready to play.

“Colt, meet Darlene,” Tessa says, introducing us.

Colt turns his attention to me for the first time, leveling those icy eyes on me. I shift in my seat, nervous under all of his attention. I mentally shake myself. This isn’t me. I’m not some wilting flower that goes all gaga for a man she doesn’t know. I roll back my shoulders and take a deep breath, finding my hard-won confidence.

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