Page 2 of Daddy on Tap

The hotel was recently remodeled and huge. Several casinos were all connected by breezeways and trains and hallways, so everything I possibly needed was just a few turns and card tables away. A few of my friends were meeting for dinner at one of the sushi places, so I quickly unpacked and showered and then headed down to the restaurant.

Chad saw me first and stood up to flag me over. “Adam, hey! I saved you a seat by me.”

He was at a long table with several familiar faces looking up at me as I nodded and waved to everyone on my way to the empty chair. “Hey, everyone. Sorry I’m late.”

“Nah, you’re just in time. We’ve ordered a few apps and a ton of sushi. But if there’s anything else you want, just tell the guy when he gets here.”

He held up a glass of sake. “You’re safe to drink, right? No clients you need to stay sober for?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No clients for me. Purely pump and dump this week. So, yeah, I could definitely use a drink.

“Nice.” He waved to the waiter and asked him to bring me whatever he was drinking. That was fine. I rarely drank, so these trips were my time to indulge. And as Chad so kindly pointed out, I had no one to keep my milk clean for, so I was up to catch a buzz. “I’ve got my boy here, but he likes to get a little buzz from my milk, so he told me to drink up.”

I was just taking a sip of water and almost choked on it. “Seriously. I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“Yeah, Ricky.” Chad took a drink and then flashed a goofy grin. “He’s so cool. He’s a Little, and we’re basically in Daddy/Little mode full-time. He loves to nurse and lets me have full control. He’s more than I ever hoped for.”

“Wow.” Chad was one of those guys I expected to be perpetually single because he was a bit of a manwhore. A great guy and sexy as fuck, but not the settling-down type. At least, not that I’d expected. “I’m really happy for you. Surprised, but happy. Truly.”

“Thanks, man. What about you? Anyone special in your life?” He grabbed a piece of edamame and sucked the beans out of it and waved the skin at me. “You’re such a good Daddy. You hiding a team of Littles out there from all your speaking gigs?”

“No, that’s not my style.” The waiter brought my drink and set it in front of me. I paused long enough for Chad to lift his glass so we could toast and take a drink. “I don’t have time to meet anybody. Between hosting classes and traveling, there’s not a lot of time to get to know people.” I glanced around the table. “So which one is Ricky? I’d love to meet him.”

Chad waved to a wall that separated part of the restaurant. “He’s at a meet-up with a bunch of the Littles and subbies. You know how they get at these conventions.” He rolled his eyes and laughed. “I’m glad Ricky is the jealous type and doesn’t let me feed anyone else anymore. As much fun as these used to be, they were fucking exhausting.”

“Yeah, I remember those days.” When I first started coming to conferences, I got wrapped up in all the lactation scenes and lining up the milk sluts who couldn’t get enough. But after a few years, that got old. Lately, I’d basically become celibate, but sometimes that was just how things worked out.

Being alone was okay with me. I could be content to just help others and live without a partner of my own. Maybe when I retired, I’d find someone looking for a companion, but unless somebody walked into one of my classes and begged for my attention, I didn’t anticipate ever meeting someone for myself while I was still working.

“I’m really happy for you, Chad. You deserve to find happiness.”

He cocked his head and looked at me. “You do too, man. And you’re gonna find it. What I’ve learned is that love will sometimes show up where we least expect it.”

Since I didn’t expect it at all, I guessed it could be anywhere. “Yeah, maybe.” I reached for a dumpling with my chopsticks. “Now, let’s eat. I’m starved.”

Chapter 3

Riley

The hotel was loud, but that was to be expected. Last night was no exception. As soon as I’d fall asleep, someone or someones would wake me up.

There were drunk people walking through the halls, others giggling as they fumbled to their rooms, and more than one round of arguing with partners or strangers—I couldn’t tell. The scariest moment was when someone tried to get into my room. Eventually, they barked out that it was the wrong floor, slammed a fist against it one last time, and then went on their way. As if I were in control of what elevator button they’d pressed.

All that played out with the sounds of horns honking and sirens blaring down on the street below. I never realized how loud those combined sounds could still be even after traveling all the way up to my floor.

It was a lot to block out, and I failed miserably. Once upon a time, I tried noise-canceling ear plugs. They did work at keeping things quiet for me, but it didn’t feel safe because they blocked them out too much.

Somehow, my exhausted body gave in, and I managed to fall asleep to my cartoons. I got a few hours of sleep, but once midnight rolled around, either there was an escalation of activity or my brain was rested just enough to no longer be in crash mode. Whatever the case was, it sucked.

I kept dozing off, but I woke up again and again. First at 12:07, then 2:03, then 3:20, then 4:15, and again at 5:31. I tried but just couldn’t sleep for long. Finally, right at six o’clock, my alarm went off. It was time to admit that sleep wasn’t going to be a thing for me.

Sitting up with a groan, I turned off my alarm and hugged my teddy bear. “It’s time for me to go take a shower. You’re gonna be good today, right?” I pushed his head so he nodded before I climbed out of bed, taking my bottle with me.

I was beyond exhausted, but even though I didn’t have to get up so early, I wasn’t going to sleep, so there was no use lying around in bed any longer. Well, maybe tonight would be better after I was used to the sounds, or maybe not. I didn’t know. But worrying about it wasn’t going to change anything.

My bottle hadn’t been rinsed out before I dozed off, and I was paying the price. I went to the sink and rinsed out the bottle as best I could, kicking myself for not bringing any dish soap. Even if I had some, it would still be a pain to deal with. Chocolate milk had a way of clinging to everything. I needed to pick up some soap and a bottle brush in between work crap, maybe during a break… if I got one.

The schedule hadn’t been finalized as of yesterday because a couple of the rooms were under construction and changes were being made.

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