Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Well…but we like our jobs, so we have to make sacrifices.” Right? “But we’ll make friends you can brag to. I’m sure there are a lot of other couples or people in the lifestyle around here that we can get to know.”
Just because my social life had sucked recently didn’t mean we had to keep that track going.
It seemed like Daddy appreciated my suggestion because it got me a big hug and a happy sound from my goofy mate. “Yes, we shall plan socially engaging activities designed to meet other Dominant and submissive mates.”
If anyone could do it, my Daddy could.
I just wasn’t sure how he was going to do it without outing us all over the neighborhood.
This was going to be interesting.
****
“So…” Amy nearly bounced at the register as I double-checked to make sure we were alone. “How did it go?”
Thankfully, after a flood of people at an ungodly hour, it’d settled down to just the regulars and I’d finally gotten some peace before the lunch rush would start. The morning had been great for the balance sheet but not good for a fuzzy-headed, well-spanked sub who’d just wanted to spend the morning floating.
I’d survived, but I was still frustrated enough that fucking with her and playing dumb sounded like fun…because the crazy had to be partly her fault. “Well, the morning went well aside from everyone on the street coming in to buy something weird.”
I glared at her because this much attention could not have been because Wright and I had gone out to dinner the other night. “That crazy old man who owns the smoke shop two blocks over even came in to ask me about cutting machines so he could make his own graphics.”
I couldn’t tell if he’d been high or just weird, but either way, we’d decided he should think about it before making a big purchase. He was nearly a thousand, so I wasn’t sure talking him into buying anything would be smart. The chances of him getting his money’s worth out of it were slim to none.
“What is going on, Amy?” She didn’t look guilty at all, just smiling and bouncing like her little side was desperate to come out. “Why am I the talk of the neighborhood?”
She collapsed against the counter in a heap of drama and giggles and rested her head in her hands, barely looking big enough to have the conversation. “You two were so cute.”
That was not helpful.
It was also distracting as fuck because I wanted to giggle right along with her and it wasn’t the time to be little.
No, I was going to stay big…and stern…and get some answers. Thankfully, all it took was a huff and another glare to get the words flooding out of her. “I wasn’t the one who told. It’s not my fault.”
She was delighted to be able to tell me that and it explained why she wasn’t looking more guilty. “One of the regulars at the meetups owns a sandwich shop a few blocks over and he’s the biggest gossip I’ve ever met.”
Rolling her eyes, she seemed to miss my panic. “But he knows I’ll cut off his penis if he talks about BDSM or little stuff, so he was just talking about how you were dating Wright.”
Great.
Well, at least the neighborhood didn’t know I was a sub?
“Nearly every sale I’ve made over the last few days has been to people who don’t craft. It’s ridiculous.” There hadn’t been a run of returns yet, though, so I was hoping that was a good sign.
“It’s like buying something to use the bathroom at the gas station.” Amy shrugged, not seeing the problem. “They have to buy something and just hope they get lucky.”
That was…
“My love life is not a bathroom.” That set off her giggles and she had to stand up and really work at staying big.
“Stop saying things like that. I have to go back to work.” Shaking her head like that would clear out the sillies, she went back to bouncing and wiggling.
If she got anything done the rest of the day, I’d be amazed.
“So you’ve got a love life with him?” She took my sigh as a yes and squealed. “I knew he’d like you. They’re so…and you’re so…aww.”
That made no sense at all but she wasn’t in the right headspace to realize that.
“I’m so glad you’re getting along.” Picking up a pink pen with a fluffy top that was really just good at being a fidget toy, she beamed as she twirled it between her fingers. “They’re supposed to be really good Doms and he was very open about wanting to be a Daddy. He’s so cute but he seemed gay, so I thought of you.”
She thought Wright was gay?
They really didn’t seem to notice gender much aside from a penises are fun to play with kind of attitude, so I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. But ignoring it seemed like the best idea when nothing reasonable came to mind.