Page 3 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
Very little muss and fuss. That was how my boss, Trent Winterbourne, liked it. I made it my sworn duty to ensure things were handled as quietly as possible, fast and discreet. Trent paid me well for it. I loved my job.
In the early morning hours as my shift ended and the club closed down, I got a call. It was Trent.
“I reviewed the scene tonight, Briar. Good work.”
“Well, we lost a member over it. A life ban.”
“I don’t care. The club has a rep for being safe. You’re part of that process.”
“Glad I can be of service.”
“I don’t think you know how grateful I am.” A pause. “So, how’re things with you?”
Trent wasn’t being fresh with me. We’d been good friends for ten years. “Okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.” He knew I hadn’t had a steady boyfriend in years. I hadn’t played daddy to a boy in far too long. And I never played where I worked. Which meant in my off time I didn’t play at all because the last place I wanted to be was back in some sweaty club where I worked looking for a kinky date.
“It’s hard to meet people, I know,” he said.
“Yeah.”
I thought Trent would be single forever. But he had his own little now, living with him full time.
“Here’s what I want you to do.” Trent’s voice took on a firmer tone.
“What?”
“I’m having a big party at my Christmas tree farm this year. The whole deal. The house will be full, but I have room for you. Come and stay the week of Christmas. There will be annual our tree-lighting contest, lots of food and booze and other events. Everyone coming to stay is family if you know what I mean. Kink family. We’ll have other parties for those who want that, too. I’ve got the big playroom in the basement set up. Littles are coming. Yes, some are already spoken for, but they have friends. Maybe you’ll meet someone.”
I had no plans for the holidays. But I hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“I know you, Briar. You’ll spend the holidays alone again. You don’t need to. The place is spectacular this year. There’s already a fresh snowfall. If you want to be alone in your room, that’s okay, too, but you should still come.”
Trent didn’t used to throw parties like these. He had a loner nature like me. That slowly changed after he met his little, Ozzy. Ozzy transformed him. And brought some light into his darker, secretive life.
“I’ll think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about.” Trent used his boss voice now. “You’ll come and you’ll drink my wine and eat my food. The house opens to my rooming guests on December 19th. Many are staying through New Year’s. See you then.”
“Wait. I’ve only been there once.”
“I’ll text you the address.”
The phone went dead. Then beeped. A text came in from Trent. Address. Directions link. And the words,December 19th. Be there so I’ll have someone to go to if things get rangy.
I laughed to read that. I texted him back.
You’re not hiring me for security, are you?
Nope, it’s a vacation. I’ve got room for you to stay until New Year’s.
I hadn’t said yes. Yet. But the offer was amazing.
As I drove home through the cold morning streets and headed to my gray apartment building, I realized I’d gotten into a rut. I loved my apartment as much as I did my job. My rooms had everything I needed and wanted. I didn’t answer to anyone. But I needed to get away. Christmas was a good excuse to take a break.
If I remembered correctly, Trent’s Christmas tree estate was a veritable resort. There would be lots to do. Cross-country skiing. Hiking. Swimming in heated indoor pools. And much more. And hopefully Trent might find time to hang out. I enjoyed our discussions. We’d spent years analyzing kink whenever we talked on the phone, facetiming, and in person. We always had a meal together whenever he was in town.
