Page 2 of My Young Mafia Daddy

I’m body positive about how I look, and I know from the many admiring glances I get from customers that they like my full body too.

I guess it’s just a shame that my Mr. Dream Younger Daddy hasn’t walked into the bakery yet.

Speaking of the bakery, a fresh batch of perfectly glazed donuts has just popped out of the oven and it’s on me to make sure they get served up to the ravenous customers.

‘Donuts! Hot glazed donuts!’ I cry out, the looks of drooling anticipation on the customers seemingly not entirely because of the promise of fresh sugary snacks.

An older guy, maybe around fifty is smiling in my direction.

There’s no denying he’s hot, and with arms the size of tree trunks there’s no doubt that he would be more than capable ofgiving me a good old-fashioned spanking that would have me crying out for mercy.

But…

I just want something else.

I want my younger Daddy and I’m not going to settle for anything less.

‘Yo, Eddie?’ Mitch says, flashing me a smile as he finishes packing up a big box of Danish pastry horns. ‘You wanna jump on your break? I’ve got you covered. Rush hour is nearly over. Let’s just get these guys outta here and on their way and you’ll be good to go.’

‘Sure thing, boss!’ I holler, happily serving up one more box of my specialty cupcakes to yet another soon to be satisfied customer.

A few moments later and I’m sitting all chilled and soon to be refreshed in the small garden at the back of the bakery.

‘Time for some tropical goodness,’ I smile, taking a thirst-quenching sip from my juice box. ‘Never fails to hit that spot!’

It’s been super-busy so far today, but I’m totally cool with that.

When I come to work each day, I know there will be busy moments where I barely have a second to think. But I love what I do, and I know I’m fortunate to be in this position.

After all, so many people hate their work – for me, it’s just a pleasure to be here and serving up tasty treats for the citizens of NYC.

But now I’m on my break I can’t help but let my mind wander to my Daddy problem…

The birds may be singing and the sun might be shining in the sky above, but I feel a little bit glum.

Maybe if I just stomp my feet on the ground beneath me a young Daddy might just magically appear?

‘Hey, don’t tell me… you’re thinking about Daddies?’ Mitch says, poking his head out from around the back door. ‘Have you give any more thought to OlderLittles.com?’

Oh heck, I’d forgotten all about that.

OlderLittles.com is a new website and app that’s apparently meant to be brilliant at matching older Littles with – yes, you guessed it – much younger Daddies.

Mitch has even started seeing a younger Daddy because of this website. It seems crazy that I haven’t already jumped on and given it a go.

‘Well… I… yeah… but…’ I say, really having no idea what’s taking me so long to give this app a chance.

‘No buts!’ Mitch replies. ‘Well, apart from the rock-solid Daddy butts of steel that is!’

I laugh.

It’s great to have a boss like Mitch. He works hard, is a fair employer, and is always a good guy to work alongside too. The fact that he’s a Little like me just adds to the whole package.

And I think he’s right about OlderLittles.com.

In fact, I might just make a profile right here and now in the last few minutes of my morning break.

‘We’re still quiet, so take your time,’ Mitch says, closing the door and leaving me to it. ‘You’ve worked your tush off this morning, so enjoy your break!’

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