Page 2 of Slippery When Wet

After giving his friend an eyeroll, Ellery trailed after him to turn in his green band. The subsequent reassurances from the host that it was okay to be shy, and to wait until he knew if the kink life was for him, didn’t help. While he was sure the guy was only being nice, it made him feel even more out of place.

They made their way back into the main area of the club, the huge square-shaped dance floor occupying the center. The bar was at the far end, with the other sides occupied by tables and chairs to the right, and sofas and floor pillows to the left. Ornate, wrought iron sconces with faux candles attached to the support beams illuminated the lounging area, with similar pillar candles set on the tables.

Many times, Ellery had been to Thrust on the regular BDSM nights, so he was familiar with the layout. What struck him this time, though, was that the medieval castle theme didn’t really lend itself to what he’d associated in his mind with age play enthusiasts. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. It’s not as if they could redecorate the massive, warehouse-sized building once a week for Littles, Middles and Daddies.

As they shouldered their way through the crowd gathered at the edges of the dance floor, Ellery wondered if maybe the scene rooms accommodated the needs of the night instead. Perhaps there were cribs and toys and…other things. He swiped the back of his hand across his sweaty upper lip.

Diaper changing tables…

The thought of a man tending to him in such an intimate, non-sexual way sort of turned him on. Sort of. He could barely admit such a thing tohimself, and he absolutely refused to confess it to anyone, even Reese. Despite his friend being the one who’d suggested age play, Reese didn’t wear a diaper.

But he’d planted the thought in Ellery’s head, so he’d done some research. Seen pictures…videos…

Ellery had placed what he considered the more extreme aspects of age play to the back of his mind. Part of him was terrified to discover that he not only liked butcravedbeing a Little. That he’d need it from now on, but it would be worse than his Dom problems. That he’d never find a true Daddy to care for him and he’d be left all alone.

Beyond the spanking and chastity, the only other thing that turned him on while interacting with a Dom was Total Power Exchange. So, if he didn’t have his very own Daddy who was all his, then he wouldn’t have the fulfillment of that either.

“Check it out.” Reese tugged on his arm. “There’s a spot at the bar. You can sit down, and I can hover, assess the Daddy goods. Then I’ll report back to you.”

Ellery allowed himself to be dragged to the priceless vacant stool, a prize to be claimed before someone else nabbed it. Reese shoved him toward the narrow, metal perch. Ellery had concluded a long time ago that the club had made them the most uncomfortable—almost torturous—seats, to guarantee that no one would want to hog them for too long.

Reese regarded him with a grin. “What do you want to drink? I’m getting a Fireball shot.”

Gack. Ellery leaned in so he wouldn’t have to shout. “I don’t think I should have any alcohol. I need to stay focused.”

“What you need to do isrelax. Come on. One shot won’t kill you.”

Ellery shook his head vigorously. No way was he having any of that poison. “Okay, one drink. But not that. I’ll just have a cranberry vodka.”

Reese pursed his lips and shook his head as if he were very disappointed. “Borrrring. But fine. I guess that’s a compromise.”

“It’s settled.” Ellery shoved two twenties into Reese’s hand. “Here. I’m buying since you’re helping me out.”

Reese eyed the cash. “Jeez. How many drinks do you want?”

Ellery smirked. “With the prices they charge here, we’ll be lucky to get one each. Just don’t order me top shelf, I’m fine with well.”

In the three years since Ellery had hit legal drinking age, he’d dropped more money on liquor at clubs then he cared to acknowledge. Good thing he wasn’t much of a drinker, or he’d be living on the streets.

While Reese tried to get one of the bartenders’ attention, Ellery took in the surroundings. He noted that even though many of the patrons wore various styles of Little attire, and there were a few Daddies in leather gear, most of the men wore street clothes. Although, per the dress code of the club, no jeans or T-shirts were allowed. The suits and dress shirts on several of the men actually did it for him more than fetish wear ever had. Suit porn and death by white shirt were his crack.

To that end, Ellery gazed around the immediate area, checking out who might pique his interest. Then once Reese had downed his shot, Ellery could get feedback on each guy who was a possibility. He chuckled to himself. This procedure was so foreign to him. Typically, he’d put on his most alluring sub outfit, pretty himself up, then wait for a Dom to approach him. He’d never gone Top shopping before.

Maybe that’s been the problem.

Once they had drinks in hand, they perused the room. Reese’s shot had lasted all of three seconds. He’d slammed it down right after he’d handed Ellery his cranberry vodka, which Ellery was now slowly sipping on.

Ellery’s gaze landed on a tall, bearish looking man who stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the dance floor. He didn’t seem to be with anyone, and while Ellery wasn’t a huge fan of full beards, a hairy guy always did it for him.

Ellery tapped Reese’s arm. “Hey, what do you think—” He frowned. Reese had turned around and was waving at the bartenders again. Reese regarded Ellery with a grin.

“You want another?”

Ellery held up his still-mostly full glass. “I’m good.”

Reese snorted. “Are you drinking it or saving it for a rainy day?”

Ellery took another dainty sip. “You do you. I’m here to potentially change my life. Not get wasted.”

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