Page 2 of Their Little Helper

“Cuddles.” Waving my arms between them, I stepped back from their table. “Go find one of the couches in the corner. Quiet orgasms if you get that far.”

Because loud ones were evidently frowned upon.

Judgy idiots.

Orgasms should always be loud.

Business guy sighed at me and shook his head, but it was a familiar reaction anytime I won, so I knew I could move on. “Have fun.”

Hoping they could behave and not go back to the oral sex discussion, I forced myself to walk away. “You can’t babysit everyone. Sometimes you have to let people sink or swim on their own.”

It was painful, though.

But I told myself they’d make good decisions and understand why I was right as I started to wander around the room again. The Lactin Brotherhood meetings were always fun one way or another.

I liked getting to help people, but it was okay to be selfish once in a while. “Time to find someone for me.”

I’d helped the oral sex couple and the guy with a thing for the confused waiter and the Dom who was hot for the other Dom. That seemed like they were going to need a sub who loved to bottom, but they could figure that out.

Yes.

It was time for me to be selfish.

“I’ve done enough good deeds. It’s my turn for fun.” But what kind? “Love ’em and leave ’em over there?”

No, he was still pretending to be a bottom for fuck only knew what reason.

“Twink does not mean bottom. But I’ll work on him another time.” He was beyond stubborn because he’d been doing the same routine for weeks. “Who else is here?”

About half the guys showed up for every get-together because they liked chatting with people who understood them. I wasn’t sure why so many people were still shocked by men who lactated, but they were, so it was nice that the guys had friends.

But they were all yummy temptations too, so I needed to focus on the ones looking for something spicier than friendship.

I’d handled those guys last time and most of the friend groups were still behaving well. “Board game guys are still good. Looks like…yep…debating Dungeons and Dragons again.”

Warhammer was more interesting but they’d figure that out eventually.

“Gossip is still going strong and no red flags.” They were definitely the ones who’d get themselves all worked up without enough supervision.

“Who are you?” Big, nervous, and frowning had gone from group to group but hadn’t stayed anywhere. “You are…sexy and confused.”

Hmm.

“Eye contact…look at me, baby…yeah…oh a blush.” Bingo. “My invitation has arrived.”

And it looked like my weekend had just gotten more interesting because he was big enough to snuggle.

He was also as skittish as Jerry’s guinea pig, so I hoped he didn’t bite. I was the only one who was supposed to do that, but some subs didn’t know how to behave themselves. But my cutie looked like he was very well-behaved and ready to obey his…Master?

No.

Too nervous and not enough edge in either of us for that title.

We were both on the sweeter end of the spectrum.

His Handler?

It’d been a while since I had a pup.

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