Page 3 of Daddy's Little Camping Trip
“That one. Yes.”
“Oh no. That’s not cool. Can’t you find any way around this? You have reservations and all sorts of money already laid out.”
“If I can’t move it to another date, they will reimburse me.”
“And you can’t explain why another date won’t work for you.”
“Not really, no.” I tapped a pen on the desk, trying not to let my frustration boil over. “I will try to get everything applied toward next year, but…”
Bridger’s voice held more sympathy than I probably deserved, but I still welcomed it. “But it doesn’t make it better. I wish I could do something to help.”
“It’s good to speak to someone who understands at least. Maybe we can meet up at Chained one evening soon.”
“Oh, that reminds me of why I called.”
Scottie poked his head in, offering to get me coffee, but I waved him off. He didn’t normally perform personal services like that, was just being nice.
Bridger went on, “I just called to see if you’re planning to go on the camping trip? I had forgotten you would be away. And now you won’t.”
“I’ll pass.” My idea of roughing it was a hotel without twenty-four-hour room service. “I don’t like bears.”
“Come on, you’ll be the only bear there.”
“Let me think about it.”
We made plans to meet up at Chained and hung up. I could tell him I wasn’t going on the trip then. Chained was always a great time.
Chapter Three
Quill
Finally, we were over the hump at work, and, thanks to bailing out my boss, I received a time-off award.
Normally, I hated those.Give me cash. Give me a promotion. Heck, give me a free lunch. But don’t give me time off when I’ve already accumulated enough comp time to make using it all nearly impossible.
But today, when they awarded it to me, the first thing I did was ask if I could use it right away. Justin laughed and said, “Sure.” He likely thought I was kidding. I was not.
I went home, climbed into bed, and had a nice, long nap and, when I woke up, my little group chat had gone wild. Apparently a lot of people were heading to Chained to play later that night.
The room was already darkening, so I glanced at the clock. As much as I’d slept, there was still enough time to get ready to go to the club without rushing. I wasn’t sure how cute I wanted to be—if I wanted to go with a onesie and shorts, or if I wanted a crop top. So I did what every good little did in that situation: I took out three outfits, wrote one, two, and three on pieces of paper, put them in a mug, shook them, and pulled one out.
It’s times like these it would be really nice to have a daddy or mommy who could just say, “This is what you’re wearing today.” But this would do.
I ended up with a crop top featuring my favorite Sanrio character Chococat, an adorable kitty. I threw in a headband with cat ears, a pair of lacy shorts, and some knee-high socks and completed the outfit I had officially picked out of the mug. I had no regrets. It was adorable. It didn’t shout little, but it would work in the playroom.
Once in a while, when I wore this outfit, somebody would think I was into pet play—somebody who wasn’t themselves because, if they were, they would see the nuance in my outfit. But, for the most part, it was a cute talking point. Most people didn’t remember the name of Chococat, which gave me something to start the conversation with.
I stuck it all in my backpack then took a quick shower and grabbed a cup of instant noodles before heading out. I wasn’t sure if people wanted to play or eat today, but it was best not to go in hangry.
We were all just going to hang out there with no set plans, which meant either everybody in the group chat or no one would show up. We were a pretty unreliable bunch. But it made sense, since we all pretty much needed a daddy to keep us in line.
I opted for the shared changing room, not wanting to waste the money on a private to be in there alone. They were a lot of fun if you had somebody dressing you or helping you take care of any hardening situations that might arise. My mind immediately went to far too many scenarios of how fun that could be. Before getting dressed, I had to stop thinking like that. An erection in lace had its place, and that place wasn’t here. I was just going to play. It wasn’t hookup day; it was a playing-with-my-friends day.
I checked myself in the mirror a couple of times to make sure I had everything in place and didn’t have my shorts on backward—which I had done in the past—and walked into the little room, scouring the area for friends. It looked like I was the first one there, which was fine. I didn’t mind coming alone.
Today was a no-glitter day, which was a bummer, but Miss Lily was not one for allowing crafts to get out of hand too often…something about broken vacuums and glitter in her ear. I didn’t ask too many questions about the ear part.
Today, there was a little beanbag-toss set up where, when you threw the beanbag, it would flip the tile with the hopes ofgetting tic-tac-toe. I started there. I was very not good at this game, and, after only getting one letter to switch over, I gave up and went to play with the race cars. At least those I pushed with my hands. That, I could handle.
