A new friend and an unexpected romance… Was there a better way to spend a Saturday night?
Jordan knows pining for her bosses is the worst thing she could do… well, it’s the worst until they all end up together at a lifestyle meet and greet. Obviously dating her bosses is now the worst decision she could make, right?
Shaun and Dylan thought dating the best admin they’ve ever had would be the stupidest thing they could do. But as they see her across a room full of Daddies, they realize just how wrong they’ve been. All it takes is one look at their sweet girl and they know letting her go would really be the stupidest thing they could do.
With change in the air and toys in the playroom, a Daddy, a Dom, and a little just might fall in love.
Jordan
This might’ve been a bad idea.
Wow. There were a lot of people here.
Oh, was that them?
This really was a bad idea.
Oops, I’d been caught.
Well, caught might not be the right word since I’d filled out an application to come to the munch for littles and caretakers, but… it felt like I was caught as the professional-looking woman crossed the main room of the BDSM club, coming closer with a don’t be scared smile on her face.
Clearly, I looked like a deer who was about to run.
“Hi, I’m Nicole, one of the people in charge of tonight’s meet and greet. I’m so glad you could come.” Shit. She was nice.
Wait.
Her dress was made out of My Little Pony fabric.
The internal panic and confusion froze me long enough for her to keep going. “Let me show you around.”
Shit.
I couldn’t leave.
She was too nice and I would look rude or like an idiot. “Thank you.”
Shit.
I was going to have to go with her.
Trying to look around the room unobtrusively, I realized Shaun and Dylan had disappeared into the crowd somewhere.
Had they seen me?
Had that really been them?
Hallucinations under stress were a real thing.
Dodging a couple that might have been my bosses wasn’t quite how I’d expected to spend the evening. Not that I’d had a good idea what would happen, but they’d said they had a meeting tonight. Not that I’d been listening.
No.
It wasn’t eavesdropping if they talked too close to my desk.
Nope.
She smiled.
Shit.
Had my looking for the guys made it seem like I was interested? Well, I was interested but not where they might’ve seen me. Hell, I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone to see me yet. There should’ve been a room I could hide in so I could enter in stages.
I had to figure out what I was doing first… then I could answer questions and be under a spotlight.
“Tonight we’re using stoplight colors as the safewords, and there’s no alcohol being served at the bar, but there are juices and all kinds of sodas.” As Nicole gestured toward the bar, she grinned naughtily.
“I’ve already had a soda, so my Daddy said juice or water for me… but spankings are fun, so if you want to help me be naughty, just let me know.” Her wide smile said she was being honest about it, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to giggle or hide. “I’m pretty sure we could talk the bartender into making us some kind of milkshake or fruity concoction that would drive my Daddy nuts too.”
Oh, was I the type of little who would help someone be naughty? “I… I don’t think I’m the naughty type.”
I wasn’t sure if that would sound stupid or too goody-goody, but she nodded and stood straighter. “Then I will do my best not to be a bad influence.”
She looked like she wanted to give me some kind of Girl Scout oath or secret handshake to show me how serious she was, and I couldn’t help laughing.
As the panic finally started to fade, I sighed. “I should probably be looking to get into trouble, though.”
Nicole looked understanding, and something about her made me comfortable enough to shrug and open up more. “Being good hasn’t gotten me very far.”
She shrugged and gestured deeper into the room, making it clear we were getting to the showing me around part of the night. “It depends on what kind of Mommy or Daddy you’re looking for. My Daddy needs to be shaken up once in a while.”
I found myself giggling as we wove our way through a lounge area that looked a bit like an old-fashioned gentleman’s club. But this time, instead of old men smoking cigars, it was filled with laughing people of all ages who were flirting and chatting. It wasn’t what I’d imagined a BDSM club looking like.
Realizing that if I wasn’t going to run, I actually had to start talking, I tried to figure out how to respond. “I think I’m looking for…” I shrugged, feeling ridiculous. “I don’t know. Is safe a good description?”
It felt stupid, but I wanted a Daddy who made me feel safe from the world. I wasn’t sure I could picture what he should look like or what I wanted aside from that because, honestly, I was having a hard time picturing anyone but my bosses.
Which was not a good idea or a reasonable one since they’d been a couple for years.
Nicole didn’t seem to mind, though. She smiled and nodded as we walked down a long hallway away from the bulk of the people. “Are you looking for a Daddy or a Mommy?”
It should’ve been easy to answer, but as the hallway opened up into a large room, there was too much to look at to keep the question in my head. “I… a Daddy?”
Two wasn’t a reasonable option, was it?
With Shaun and Dylan being in the lifestyle, somehow the idea of having two partners had gotten stuck in my head. I just wasn’t sure if saying that out loud was a good idea. Even from what I’d seen of the kink community so far, it wasn’t that common.
I started to confess it because it seemed like important information if she was going to help me meet people… but then we walked into the back of the club and my brains melted.
It was finally starting to look like a BDSM club.
The front part looked like a fancy library… if those had a bar. But this was a large open space with smaller stages sprinkled around the edges of the room. They were obviously set up for different scenes. Some pieces of… furniture, I guess, were completely unfamiliar, but I recognized the spanking bench.
I’d seen those online… and on Shaun’s computer.
He had a bad habit of leaving weird things up on the screen… which was how I’d figured out the little stuff to begin with. With anyone else I’d have thought it was sexual harassment or something, but he was honestly the absentminded professor type and seemed to think I was some kind of completely asexual being.
So it was helpful but also aggravating.
Oh, a tea party.
So maybe a BDSM club wasn’t all leather and spanking benches?
If one of the scene areas was set up like a tea party with little cups and stuffies around the table, it couldn’t be too stressful. Right?
Before I could figure that out, we’d circled the room and were heading back toward the lounge. Nicole’s smile and cheerful tone pulled me out of my mental wandering. “There are a lot of nice Daddies here tonight and even some couples who are looking for a third.”
Couples?
I knew I should’ve acted more casually, but I found myself going still and searching the room. Were they really here? Had I wanted to see them so bad they were like a sexy mirage? “Really?”
Shit.
I had to have looked like an idiot… but they didn’t seem to be in the room any longer.
Maybe I had hallucinated?
If I was just going crazy, I could relax and have fun, right?
Nicole managed not to laugh as I got myself moving and followed her toward chairs on the edge of the room. “We’ve got a mix of Daddies here tonight—gay, bi, demi. Some are straight and want a female little, but we’ve got a lot that are looking for something a bit different.”
I tried to look open-minded and not stupidly naïve as we sat down, but her grin said I wasn’t doing a terribly good job of it. She was nice about it, though, nodding her head toward the other side of the room to distract me. “Those guys over on the couches in the far corner?”
Nodding and attempting to look relaxed, I let her continue to steer the conversation. “They’re some friends who’ve known each other for years. One is single and just looking for a female or male little.”
Her smile said she liked him even if she hadn’t spelled it out. But it seemed casual and friendly as she kept going. “The others are two couples who are each looking for a female third. They’re all nice guys. The tall one on the love seat is a laid-back, sweet Daddy, but his partner, the guy sitting beside him, is looking for a sub who’s a bit adventurous.”
I knew I looked silly when she gave a naughty giggle and waggled her eyebrows. “You don’t have to tell me what you’re into, but let’s just say he likes toys.”
Trying to swallow back my surprise, I sat straighter. “The… the grown-up kind?”
One sweet Daddy and another naughty one?
They came like that in a package deal?
“Oh yes. He likes hearing his sub’s pleasure and pain.” Nicole giggled again, clearly enjoying my reactions and gossiping about the sexy men.
She let me search the room for another minute, just taking everything in, before she smiled. “Come on. Let’s get a drink and I’ll pretend to be patient for a few more minutes.”
I probably shouldn’t have asked, but I chuckled and raised one eyebrow. “Patient about? Or do I not want to know?”
As we stood, she grinned wickedly and laced her arm through mine. “We’re going to start with your name and then move to the fun questions.”
I groaned and sighed. “I’m never going to find a guy to even talk to if it’s taken me this long to realize I haven’t told you my name.”
Sighing again, I looked over at Nicole, mentally swearing to do a better job of being a functional person. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jordan.”
Nicole was trying not to laugh as she grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Nicole, and I’m going to show you how to be naughty.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be naughty… but if she wanted to show me how to talk to a man or men… I was definitely game for that.
“Let’s take this one step at a time.” My dry response had her laughing.
“Deal.” She stepped away as we got to the bar, both ordering bottles of water before we found another place to sit. “Now, you don’t seem like the let you wander and throw you to the wolves type, so we’re going to play twenty questions instead.”
I wasn’t sure which sounded more painful, so I gave her a pitiful look. “Don’t you have important things I’m keeping you from doing?”
She laughed. “I have a wonderful staff who’s handling the details behind the scenes, and if I have to hover for them to do their job, I haven’t hired the right people.”
Shoot.
“My bosses are the same way.”
Oh, shoot.
Hadn’t meant to talk about them.
I managed not to look too panicked, but the comment must’ve sparked some kind of memory because she cocked her head. “Your application said you found out about us through your boss, right? I remember you mentioning hearing about it from them, but that you didn’t want to talk about your private life at work.”
Okay, that wasn’t too bad.
“Yeah, they’re very professional and we don’t talk about anything like that.” Even if I wished it were otherwise. “However, I did see the email about the event and looked you guys up online.”
They’d asked very specific questions in the application about how people had found them and I hadn’t wanted to lie. I also hadn’t wanted to tell the truth just in case it got back to my bosses. But since they’d said they weren’t going, I hadn’t thought there was any reason to lie.
I should’ve just had more common sense and not come at all.
Thankfully, Nicole didn’t seem to mind the roundabout way I’d found out about them. “I’m glad you decided to check us out.”
Scanning around the room, she smiled. “Everyone here has been through a thorough background check and we’ve been in the lifestyle long enough that we know most of the locals. But there are quite a few people from further abroad tonight, so we don’t know everyone personally.”
The background checks had been a big drawing point, so I grabbed on to that. “I liked the background check part. I don’t think I would’ve worked up the nerve to come otherwise. I’m very new to all this.”
That didn’t seem to surprise her. “Everyone starts new at some point. How did you discover your little side?”
Swallowing, I had to work to keep my heart from racing. Talking about it still felt weird and stressful. “I… I had a difficult couple of years for a lot of reasons right before I started working for my current company. I was looking for something; I just didn’t know what it was and during the interview process my bosses explained just enough about their personal life to make sure I would be a good fit.”
It hadn’t been creepy, but it had opened my eyes.
“Evidently, their previous admin had gone nuts when she realized they weren’t as vanilla as she’d assumed.” I shrugged. “I manage the office and handle emails. It’s not my place to judge, but it did show me a few things. So I’ve been doing some research and talking to people online. This is my first attempt at meeting a Daddy in person, though.”
The ones I’d met online had ranged from sweet to strange, but most of the nice guys had lived all over the country.
I was a lot of things, but impulsive wasn’t one of them… and neither was trusting.
“I’m assuming you haven’t talked about this with your bosses?” She chuckled when my eyes got wide and I shook my head.
“Oh no. That’s not professional at all.” And they really didn’t see me that way.
“Okay, but just playing devil’s advocate here, how is it professional that you’re seeing emails about their personal life then?” She paused, raising one eyebrow.
I sighed, knowing that part sounded odd. “I have one boss who is brilliant but would forget his shoes if they weren’t on his feet. So part of my job is checking up on his personal email and calendar. It’s not conventional, but it keeps him from forgetting doctor’s appointments and his husband’s birthday.”
Office gossip said that had only happened once before I’d started, but Shaun was adamant that he wouldn’t do it again.
Which was why I had access to his personal emails and kept his calendar.
But since I was also doing it for his husband, who admitted that he went overboard on remembering everything, it kept the peace in their relationship.
I seemed to be the mediator that kept them from killing each other when they got stressed, and it was working for them… but my personal life had taken a nosedive and I was doing my best to fix it.
Obsessing about making them happy was good for Shaun and Dylan, but I needed to face the fact that I needed someone in my personal life to obsess over or I was going to need to look for a new job.
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