Page 39 of His Little Sapphire

Christine

I’ve never been more nervous in my life than I am as Papi carries me to a large playpen where two Little girls are looking up at me with big smiles. When he lowers me into the enclosure, setting me on my butt, he taps my nose. “What’s the rule in the playpen, Baby girl?”

I’m embarrassed as I whisper. “Stay on my bottom.”

“Good girl. I bet you don’t want Papi to spank your sore bottom again this morning, so don’t forget the rule.”

My face is so hot from being reprimanded in front of other people like a child. I can’t even look at them yet. All I’ve seen in my peripheral vision is brown pigtails on one and red pigtails on the other. I recognize the red-haired girl. She’s Thabo’s Little girl. The one I saw at Club Zoom.

Both doctors, Thabo and Chadka, are resting their hands on the other side of the playpen. When I glance up at them, Thabo reaches over to stroke the redheaded woman’s cheek. “Christine, this is Janie. Do you remember seeing her at Club Zoom?”

I nod.

Janie glances at Thabo and then back at me. “Have we met before?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I was working at the club the day they brought you in, but you were really sick. You probably didn’t notice me.”

She lights up. “Oh, yes. I remember your voice. I remember thinking you were taking a huge risk working there.”

I nod again. “Apparently.” That’s an understatement.

Chadka tugs the other woman’s brown pigtail. “And this naughty girl is Olivia.”

When I lower my gaze, more nervous to meet people than I’ve ever been in my life, Olivia is rolling her eyes. “Livy,” she tells me.

Chadka tips her head back and gives her a stern look. “Are you going to be sassy today?”

“No, Sir.” She swallows.

“If you want Christine to call you by your nickname, you can ask her without being quite so naughty.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leans over and kisses her forehead. “Be good. Christine hasn’t met other Little girls yet.”

“We’ll be nice, Papi,” she tells him.

Papi pulls my head back by my braid and kisses me too. “I need to make a few calls. Play nicely.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer because that’s how Olivia…err, Livy did.

All three men move far enough away that I’m left alone with these two women.

I shiver. I’ve never felt so out of sorts. I want to cover my chest, but it’s immediately obvious that neither of these women cover their boobs. In fact, even before we’ve spoken, my gaze lands on their nipples, the piercings grabbing my attention before anything else.

Livy has hoops running through her nipples with gorgeous red stones dangling. Janie also has hoops and stones, but hers are green. They look so pretty with her pale skin, red hair, and freckles.

I shiver again and cross my arms under my breasts. The thought of having my nipples pierced like that makes me panic.

“It’s okay to look,” Livy says in a sweet, kind voice. “Everyone is curious at first.” She cups her breasts from the bottom and lifts them up, arching a bit toward me so I can see better.

“Olivia…” The stern reprimanding voice coming from across the room is Chadka’s, and I jump in my spot in surprise, wondering what she’s done to get that tone.

“I’m not touching them, Papi. I promise. I’m just showing them to Christine.”

“Chrissy,” I murmur.

“Oh, I like that name.” She lowers her breasts and crawls closer. So does Janie.

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