Page 19 of Kit
Just being around Kit, I was already getting into my daddy core. Some things were automatic, like paying for meals. But Kit made me go even deeper. I wanted to make sure he was cared for. Know his thoughts and feelings. Get him to trust. That was much more than a one-date trick.
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Kit
Parker without the beard, wig and false stomach made my jaw drop.
He was gorgeous. Tall and lean, with wavy brown hair that curved just right. He had flat cheeks and a strong chin. Right out of my dreams.
My first thought: how could I have missed this guy? If he was a regular at the club, why didn’t I see more of him? And a daddy? Surely he had visited the littles playroom.
He was such a daddy, too. Strong vibes there. He immediately said he’d pay for the meal, though I had money. I was perfectly capable as well.
But being put in the position of letting him do that caused my little to surface with glee.
I ordered a burger and fries, my little’s favorite meal other than a hot dog. And fries. I also ordered a Coke, checking to see if Parker would comment on that very sugary drink. He said nothing.
When the waiter left, I couldn’t keep my questions back. “If you’re a regular at the club, how have I missed you?”
“Maybe we go on different nights?” he suggested.
I shrugged.
“But I will admit I haven’t been as frequent this past year.”
“Why not?”
“I enjoy it, don’t get me wrong,” he said. “But business has been busy, and I’ve been trying to pursue my hobby more.”
“What hobby?”
“Acting.” He grinned. “I used to do it more when I was just out of college. Community theater. Dinner theater. Not much, but it was fun. I’ve been auditioning again. I did a play a few months back. Five performances. Then we were done. But it’s rehearsals that take up time.”
“So that’s why you’re such a good Santa Claus. You’re a real actor.”
Parker laughed. “I guess anyone who tries is a real actor. But Santa is my first paid gig.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.” He bowed his head. “It figures. Me in a Santa suit at a kink club. How’s that going to look on a resume?”
I giggled. “Looks good to me.”
“So, what do you do, Kit?”
I started telling him the whole, long boring thing about my tech job. Not that I hated it. But it was a job and that was that.
Then he told me about his.
With that stuff out of the way, we could move on. At last.
“Do you have hobbies?” Parker asked.
“If you count collecting stuffies and coloring books, then yeah.” Wow. That sounded boring.
“It counts.” Parker paused. “Sorry you lost your toy last night.”
“I didn’t lose it. Nicky stole it and then told his daddy it was part of the playroom’s selection and for everyone.”
