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Saturday? I didn’t have any plans. I didn’t quite believe Andy as he ducked away to help the customer. He went to a local club that catered to BDSM, but I never imagined he’d want to take me. And find me a daddy? Who did that? I certainly did not have a daddy complex. But…

The thought of finding someone to take care of me continued to roll around, ruminating in the back of my head through the rest of the shift and during my long walk home. Could I even get a sugar daddy?

I was dumpy, not too bright. What did I actually have to offer?

I stopped under a streetlight and tried to look around at my ass. Was that my only asset?

And how long had it been since I’d gotten laid? And was I even good in bed?

Probably not.

At least not good enough for some hot daddy to take care of me.

No, if I did this for real, I needed to sort things out. Drop a few pounds, borrow some cooler, sexier clothes, and, oh yeah...learn how to please a man. That was something I had never worried about before. I’d only ever had a couple of hookups, and neither party cared about the other. It was only getting off, then never having to see the other person again. This would have to be more, and my experience was severely limited.

I had a lot to think about before Saturday.

Uncomfortable wearing leather boxer shorts and a pink, sleeveless T-shirt while we drove to the club was an understatement. Plus, Andy had me wear my hair down, saying it was my best feature. Great. I put it in a low bun for work, mostly to keep it out of my face, but it was required. I thought about cutting it, but Andy shrieked at that suggestion and yelled, “Don’t you dare!”

Andy wore similar shorts to mine and a leather halter but had thrown an oversized dress shirt over his shoulders, leaving it open in the front so most of his bare chest and stomach still showed. His shorts didn’t ride up his ass the way mine did. Half my cheeks were on display, but Andy had assured me it was best fordisplaying the goods. I wasn’t so sure. It was more like my ass was too big for Andy’s tiny clothes, and it made me feel like a cow. But when we entered the club and looked around, I was happy I listened to my friend. In fact, this outfit was more modest than most. Just woah!

Afterglow was a private BDSM club, but they were open to the public that night. A lot of posters at the coat check promoted an upcoming New Year’s Eve party, so that might have been why.

As we made our way through to the tables, I caught glimpses of all types of people. Some were obviously from the BDSM team, dressed mostly in scraps of leather or less, and others were dressed more casually. People were sporting chains everywhere I looked. I even spotted a few glamorous women. It wasn’t anything like what I’d expected. Though, I wasn’t sure what I had expected. Maybe a bunch of huge leather daddies stalking around the club, snapping whips at everyone? Well, there were a few leather daddies but no whips. Thankfully. I was not into pain play.

A bar stretched across most of one wall near the tables where we sat. On the far side, a stage was set up with one of those big crosses that they strapped people to. I knew about that. I’d done some research, after all. It was flanked by smaller tables, a cabinet, and something like a gymnast’s horse but smaller. I assumed people were strapped to that thing as well, but I wasn’t entirely sure how it worked. Well, my research hadn’t actually been that thorough. I didn’t get far since I wasn’t interested in that sort of thing.

Andy bumped my shoulder. “See anything you like?” Music played in the background, but not loud enough to be distracting, simply a backdrop for mingling and chatting. The lighting was brighter than I’d expected but still had a reddish tint to it. I didn’t think Andy was talking about the decor, though.

“Sure. Yeah. Everywhere. Not sure where to look first.”

“Right. Hot bods on patrol. Rawr.” He winked and flashed a charming smile. “Just make sure you’re up front with people. Don’t mislead anyone.”

“Oh, right. So, I should say I’m Colin, and I’m looking for someone to take care of me, pay my rent, and feed me. In exchange, you can get some of this.” I smacked my ass.

“Well, maybe don’t be so blunt. All I’m saying is don’t, you know, don’t misrepresent yourself and what you’re after. That can go bad fast. There were rumors of someone doing that a year or so ago. He misled his Dom completely and ended up in jail.”

“Jail? What?” Was anything about getting a sugar daddy illegal? I didn’t think so.

“Yeah, right. Well, I guess it was more complicated than that. Just be yourself.”

“I get it, Andy. Subtle but no lies.”

“Exactly. Oh, there’s Desirée. She’ll be able to help us.” Andy stood and waved his arm in the air. “Desirée!”

Across the room, a woman turned to face us. She smiled and made her way over. She wore a halter top that showed off her cleavage and flat stomach and a long, full skirt that accentuated her hips. It flowed over the floor as she walked. Her makeup was a bit ostentatious for me, but she seemed friendly enough. She leaned in and hugged Andy. “Oh, who’s your friend?” she asked in a huffy voice that was very low for a woman. Then it clicked. Duh. This was a man in drag. In fact, all the women here were in drag. I felt incredibly naive.

“This is my friend Colin Turtle. He’s looking for a sugar daddy.” Andy winked and nudged my shoulder again.

“Well…” She winked and slid into the booth beside me. Her perfume was soft, lingering, like honeysuckle and oleander. “You have come to the right place, boy. Plenty here to choose from. Anyone strike your fancy?”

My gaze wandered around the open room. It landed on a handsome, slightly older man standing near the bar. The man had an authoritarian air to him. His height and wide shouldersmade him seem protective, comforting. I wouldn’t mind being wrapped in those arms. “How about him?”

“What?” Desirée screeched dramatically. “That’s Rourke Lazarus. Darling, he iswayout of your league. Like way-way out of your league, baby boy.”

“Yeah, Colin,” Andy added. “To landthatas your daddy, you’ll seriously have to hit the gym.” Exactly what I needed to hear. Not.

I rubbed a hand down my chest. Surely, I wasn’t that bad? Yes, I was a little plump, but it was a cute plump. Right? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was entirely in over my head.

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