Page 2 of Pretty in Pink

But that was shaken when the man stripped off the sweatshirt he was wearing, revealing a leather harness strapped across his hairy chest. I looked down and questioned my outfit choice; my favorite jeans, a flannel button down, and a pair of boots. It was my choice pretty much daily; I dressed for comfort. But now I was worried that I wouldn’t stand out. Who would pay attention to me when there were leather beefcakes hanging around?

“Everyone has different tastes,” the man told me, once again picking up my silent thoughts. He slapped my back once more before leading me out of the room and around a corner, to a second door. Behind the heavy wood, I could hear the gentle thump of music. It wasn’t overwhelming; it was low enough to not hinder conversation, but loud enough to enhance the atmosphere.

“Relax and have fun,” the man told me before shouldering open the door. I followed him inside and allowed the door to close behind me. My eyes scanned the large room, widening as I took in everything I saw; men of all ages and sizes in all different stages of dress sauntered around. Hungry gazes abounded, but not a single look held judgement.

My attention was caught by a young man, wearing only a pair of tight leather shorts. His eyes were trained on the hairy harnessed man until he got close; then he cast his gaze to the floor before dropping to his knees. Mr. Harness ran his fingers through the young man’s hair and bent down to whisper something into his ear. Even though his answering smile wasn’t meant for me, I could still feel its warmth, along with their instant connection. The young man stood up again, the two of them clasped hands, and walked away.

Well, hell.I didn’t even know the man’s name, but it still felt as if my only friend in the place left my side. I was glad he found someone to spend time with, but I also felt dumb standing alone in the middle of the bustling room. So, I made my way to an empty loveseat along the wall. It was cool, comfortable leather, and I chuckled to myself as I thought,easy clean up.

Now that I was out of the spotlight, I took the opportunity to really look around. Scattered around the open room were many others like the man who had accompanied me inside; hulking figures dressed in leather and harnesses. On the flipside, there were several men scantily dressed in tiny shorts, or less.

And then my eyes fell on a sight that made my heart ache with adoration and envy; on their knees on the floor were two young men, each of them wearing cotton shorts and cropped t-shirts, allowing their diapers to be seen peeking out of the waistband. They were both pushing toy cars along the carpeted floor.

I wondered if the pair knew one another before their visit. They certainly looked as if they were acquainted; they were all smiles and giggles as they played together. Watching over the duo in nearby chairs were two other men, each dressed casually. I knew immediately and instinctively that they were the Daddies to these two boys by the way they watched them with dumb, lovestruck grins.

One of the men looked up from his boy and caught my gaze. At first, his face drew up into an irritated expression, and I understood; Daddies could be very protective of their boys. He didn’t know I meant no harm; I was just some schmuck gawking from across the room, and he wanted to make sure that’s where I stayed.

I raised my hands in front of my chest in a placating gesture, and, after studying me for a moment, his own face softened at whatever he saw. He gave me a tight smile and nod before looking back at the cute young man and his toy car.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I did not want to catch the wrath of another Daddy, so I quickly snapped my gaze away to survey the rest of the club. I noticed a long bar at the far end of the room, and I thought a drink may be the liquid courage I needed to stop hiding in the corner.

But a second swipe of my gaze down the bar suddenly had me thirsty for something other than alcohol. Leaning on the countertop was someone so beautiful, I would have thought I was already drunk and hallucinating, if I weren’t stone cold sober.

The young man was average height, but his slim body gave him an elongated appearance. As did the short pink skirt he wore; it landed halfway down his thigh, revealing his long, shapely legs.

He turned from the bar and my mouth gaped open when I got a full frontal view. He had shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed both focused and dreamy at the same time. His outfit was cute and feminine, but the sharp contour of his jawline and squareness of his torso was all man. He was the absolute best of both worlds.

His appearance didn’t scream ‘little’, but I saw what I hoped were subtle signs; his cropped white top was printed with a picture of Hello Kitty, and instead of sandals or heels, he wore a pair of glittery pink sneakers, like he was fashionable, but still ready to play.

Matching his tennis shoes was the sparkly purse hanging at his side. I wondered what was inside; toys, perhaps? Other tiny treasures? Maybe I was reading him wrong, or it was only wishful thinking, but damn, was I wishing.

My mouth watered as I watched his purse gently bounce against his thigh as he walked. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting until my stare settled on his groin as I wondered what was under that skirt. I didn’t see a noticeable lump from a diaper, but there was an undeniable bulge that had my heart racing.

I’ve got to stop.This poor guy was just trying to cross the room, and there I was ogling the hell out of him. I mentally kicked myself and raised my gaze to his face, and we locked eyes. I was caught.

But he didn’t seem irritated or nervous. A spark of mischief danced in his pupils and a predatory grin crossed his pretty lips. He kept laser focus on me as he sauntered across the floor. I savored every moment as he seemed to move in slow motion, yet somehow his hips swished in time with my racing heart.

He stopped when he was right in front of me, his toes only inches from mine. I searched my brain for something smooth or intelligent to say, but it was too busy shitting itself with excitement.

Before I could come up with anything, the young man held out a bottle of soda and asked, “Open this for me?” I took it on instinct and twisted off the cap before handing the bottle back to him. “Thanks.”

He plopped down beside me and my mind swirled with surprise and delight.I should say something. I’ll thank him for joining me. No, that’s lame. I’ll start with my name. Fuck, what’s my name?The little beauty was throwing me for a loop.

“Ford!” I said too loudly, and the young man blinked in surprise as he lowered the soda he was about to sip.Dammit.

But then his lips curled into a smile. “Is this a game?” My heart thumped at the excitement in his voice. “Chevy!”

A garbled whine left my throat before I cleared it. “No, no…it’s my name. My name is Ford.”

“Oh. I like it. I’m Keegan.”

“You’re very pretty.”Fuck. “I mean, that’s very pretty. Your name. But you’re pretty too. Or…handsome.” I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I was usually so cool, calm, and collected, but now my only hope was that the ceiling opened up and a bolt of lightning took me out of my misery.

“You’re nervous,” Keegan said matter-of-factly.

“A bit.” There was no sense in denying it; he’d already witnessed my bumbling embarrassment. I expected him to shake his head and get up to walk away; I was clearly not Daddy material at that moment.

But to my surprise, Keegan stayed put and unzipped the purse at his side. “You know what helps me when I’m nervous? Games.” My stomach fluttered; it was the second time he’d mentioned them, cementing that my guess and hope about him were correct. “Do you know how to shuffle?”

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