Page 3 of Daddy’s Little Camping Trip (Found by Daddy #14)

Quill

Finally, we were over the hump at work, and, thanks to bailing out my boss, I received a time-off award.

Normally, I hated those. Give me cash. Give me a promotion. Heck, give me a free lunch. But don’t give me time off when I’ve already accumulated enough comp time to make using it all nearly impossible.

But today, when they awarded it to me, the first thing I did was ask if I could use it right away. Justin laughed and said, “Sure.” He likely thought I was kidding. I was not.

I went home, climbed into bed, and had a nice, long nap and, when I woke up, my little group chat had gone wild. Apparently a lot of people were heading to Chained to play later that night.

The room was already darkening, so I glanced at the clock.

As much as I’d slept, there was still enough time to get ready to go to the club without rushing.

I wasn’t sure how cute I wanted to be—if I wanted to go with a onesie and shorts, or if I wanted a crop top.

So I did what every good little did in that situation: I took out three outfits, wrote one, two, and three on pieces of paper, put them in a mug, shook them, and pulled one out.

It’s times like these it would be really nice to have a daddy or mommy who could just say, “This is what you’re wearing today.” But this would do.

I ended up with a crop top featuring my favorite Sanrio character Chococat, an adorable kitty.

I threw in a headband with cat ears, a pair of lacy shorts, and some knee-high socks and completed the outfit I had officially picked out of the mug.

I had no regrets. It was adorable. It didn’t shout little, but it would work in the playroom.

Once in a while, when I wore this outfit, somebody would think I was into pet play—somebody who wasn’t themselves because, if they were, they would see the nuance in my outfit.

But, for the most part, it was a cute talking point.

Most people didn’t remember the name of Chococat, which gave me something to start the conversation with.

I stuck it all in my backpack then took a quick shower and grabbed a cup of instant noodles before heading out. I wasn’t sure if people wanted to play or eat today, but it was best not to go in hangry.

We were all just going to hang out there with no set plans, which meant either everybody in the group chat or no one would show up. We were a pretty unreliable bunch. But it made sense, since we all pretty much needed a daddy to keep us in line.

I opted for the shared changing room, not wanting to waste the money on a private to be in there alone.

They were a lot of fun if you had somebody dressing you or helping you take care of any hardening situations that might arise.

My mind immediately went to far too many scenarios of how fun that could be.

Before getting dressed, I had to stop thinking like that.

An erection in lace had its place, and that place wasn’t here.

I was just going to play. It wasn’t hookup day; it was a playing-with-my-friends day.

I checked myself in the mirror a couple of times to make sure I had everything in place and didn’t have my shorts on backward—which I had done in the past—and walked into the little room, scouring the area for friends.

It looked like I was the first one there, which was fine. I didn’t mind coming alone.

Today was a no-glitter day, which was a bummer, but Miss Lily was not one for allowing crafts to get out of hand too often…something about broken vacuums and glitter in her ear. I didn’t ask too many questions about the ear part.

Today, there was a little beanbag-toss set up where, when you threw the beanbag, it would flip the tile with the hopes of getting tic-tac-toe.

I started there. I was very not good at this game, and, after only getting one letter to switch over, I gave up and went to play with the race cars.

At least those I pushed with my hands. That, I could handle.

I got lost in the fun of it when I got a tap on my shoulder. It was a little I didn’t know before. She had pigtails and a bright-pink duck suit on. Where she found a duck suit that was pink, I didn’t know. But she waved for me to come with her, and we went and played with blocks.

I never did get her name. She didn’t speak a word, but we played and played and played, and I was having fun, until I got distracted.

I felt bad, but anyone in my position would’ve felt the same, especially with the hot daddy so nearby.

And not just any hot daddy, one I’d been eyeing a couple of times now from afar.

I hadn’t been sure he was a daddy before—he’d always been hanging out with his friends in the main area—but today, he was in the little room, leaving no room for doubt.

When the girl I’d been playing with waddled away in her little pink duckie outfit, I decided, why not ask the daddy, for fun? There was plenty we could do still. The night was young.

“I’m Quill.” I waved—just like pink-duck girl had with me. So much for communication.

But I always found it important to let the daddies take the lead, and I wasn’t sure if he wanted somebody who talked big or not.

Which really shouldn’t change how I acted, but there it was.

I didn’t have a preference, and it was just a random day.

If this had been a date or something formally set up, it’d be different.

For tonight, I was letting him take the lead 5000 percent.

He took a breath. “You can call me Daddy G.” His face scrunched up. “Can we take that back?”

I nodded. It did sound weird.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask me, Quill?”

“Do you want to play?”

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

He looked at his friend, who just rolled his eyes. I wasn’t sure what was going on with that, but it didn’t matter. I had a playmate.

We started with the plastic bricks, moved on to coloring, and then I found myself back with race cars…only this time going down tracks with my daddy for the night, declaring the winners.

Then we were interrupted. Ms. Lily called for everyone’s attention and announced that the camping sign-ups were available. He looked down at me and asked if I was going.

Normally, I would’ve cracked up at that. He saw my lace shorts and my kitty-cat ears. What part of that shouted camping? There were a thousand reasons going was a bad idea, and every one of them related to camping itself.

But what did I do instead?

I said, “Oh, that looks like fun,” marched over to Ms. Lily, and put down my name.

Please let Daddy be going too , because it was the only thing that could make bears eating my feet in the middle of the night worth it.