Page 2 of Screw Me Daddy

Speaking of Little things…

‘Come on, let’s take a juice break and work out how we’re going to do this project on time,’ I say, flashing Lane my hazelnut-colored eyes and sweetest smile. ‘Juice and stuffie break?’

‘Ever known me to say no to a juice box and stuffie moment?’ Lane laughs, walking with me toward my bright red Ford F-150 truck. ‘Let’s do it.’

As we get inside the truck, I excitedly reach into the back and pull Shine my otter stuffie up front with me.

Lane digs into his backpack and gets out Claws, his bobcat stuffie.

‘I don’t know how we’re going to get this build finished in the time this guy wants,’ I say, piercing my pineapple and passion fruit juice box container. ‘But if we can nail this job, it could open up a whole new world for the Blue Collar Boys.’

‘A whole new Daddy world?’ Lane says, a mischievous grin on his face that I’m not quite understanding. ‘Wait… don’t you know?’

‘Know what?’ I reply, the puzzled look on my face causing Lane much amusement. ‘Don’t leave me hanging here!’

‘Reece Bellham is…allegedly… a Daddy!’ Lane says, a conspiratorial laugh in his voice. ‘And who knows how many of his former teammates are too!’

‘Huh…’ I reply, not wanting to give too much away. ‘Whatever. All I care about is getting his damn house built so we can invest in some new machinery and-’

‘Okay, okay, I get it!’ Lane roars, rolling his eyes. ‘You don’t want a Daddy…yeah,right.’

I try to act cool and ignore Lane’s provocation.

But Lane knows I want nothing more than to find a Daddy to cuddle me, care for me, and sing me to sleep at night.

And if that Daddy is able to sling me over his lap and give me a good, hard spanking when it’s deserved then I’mall his.

‘Come on, let’s finish these juice boxes and get back to headquarters,’ I say, turning the key in the engine. ‘We can daydream about finding our Forever Daddies on the way back to meet the rest of the crew. We’ve got some serious work to do, and we’re the boys to do it.’

So here’s the thing.

The Blue Collar Boys HQ isn’t a fancy office, or even a converted garage at the back of one of our houses.

No, our headquarters is based in pretty much the most adorable café in town…

Morning Milk.

We might just be the café’s most regular clientele, and for sure we’re the biggest.Morning Milkis run by a wonderful lady called Nanny Josephine, and she makes sure that all usBlue Collar Boys get our daily dose of warm milk, cookies, and sometimes even a big bowl of ice-cream too.

If you hadn’t already guessed,Morning Milkis a café that caters specifically to Littles. Set back from the beachfront and tucked away in a private corner, most passersby wouldn’t even know thatMorning Milkexisted.

But when it comes to word of mouth, pretty much everyone who considers themselves a Little knows where this delightful café and play place is.

As I pull up and park my truck, I exchange looks with Lane. The pair of us are glad to be here, but we can see that we’re not the only ones.

‘Yo! Jason!’ I holler, lowering my window and seeing that Jason and some of the other Blue Collar Boys crew have arrived before me and Lane. ‘Milk on order?’

‘Hell yeah!’ Jason shouts back, his handsome smile and freshly cropped sandy brown hair glistening in the morning sun. ‘Nanny Josephine made fresh apple pie this morning too.’

‘We need to get our asses inside before the crew demolishes the whole pie,’ Lane laughs.

‘If Nanny Josephine has brought it out already, we’ll be lucky to see a single damn slice,’ I giggle. ‘But fuck, we at least need to try and get a piece.’

Without any further hesitation, we get out of my truck and make our way as quickly as we can across the small parking lot and into the safe and cozy environment ofMorning Milk.

With the Blue Collar Boys crew all having taken their seats around the large center table, I can see that I’m going to have difficulty getting a slice of pie.

Luckily for me, Nanny Josephine was ahead of the game…

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