Page 3 of Kay (Daddies Ink #5)

Kay

After climbing the steps to Lennon’s apartment complex, I knocked on her door and smiled when she opened it almost immediately. “Did you check the peephole first?”

Lennon was coming with me to The Thirsty Turtle for the night.

She was a regular there, and danced every other weekend, but I was being selfish and was ecstatic to have her to myself even if just for a few hours.

The other Little girls and their Daddies would be there, but Lennon was riding with me and I hoped to be close to her all night.

She and I had texted back and forth all week between her two jobs and I was pleased to see her mood lifting.

I didn’t love how busy she was, but I did appreciate how hard she worked at making time for us to talk.

She flushed, but nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good girl,” I said, taking her jacket and small backpack from her arms. After helping her slide into the jacket, I said, “You look adorable.”

She was wearing a soft pair of pajamas with pink race cars on them. Her feet were stuffed down inside pink fuzzy bedroom slippers and her hair was in two space buns topped with pink bows.

“Thank you, these are my favorite jammies. You look very nice too. I like your Daddy sweatshirt.”

Fuck me, she was precious.

“Are you excited for tonight?” I asked, following her down the stairs, through the parking lot, and into my car.

“Yeah! I’m glad we’re doing crafts instead of a movie,” she answered as I started the car. It had been hard not to help her buckle her seatbelt or help her down the stairs.

“Do you like to craft?”

“I do, but I don’t like movie night. We always watch a princess movie and not all of us get represented. Is frustrating.”

“You feel like not all of the Littles and Middles are represented?”

“No, ‘cause we just keep watching Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Tangled, and Snow White. I love princess movies, but we needa switch it up sometimes so everyone feels included,” she said, very firmly.

It was hard not to smile at her passion over the topic at hand, but I would admit she was right.

I vowed to talk to Maddox, Travis, and Reagan, the owners of the Thirsty Turtle, about it before the night was over.

“I am appreciative of how big your heart is, sweet girl. It’s very sweet of you to want to include everyone. ”

She flushed and squirmed in her seat. “Sometimes we don’t know that people just need some kindness until it’s too late. I don’t want that to be the case with those around me.”

“You sound like you have some experience with that, Little one?” ”

She nodded. “Thank you for inviting me tonight. I’m excited to see everyone. I usually just play with Eloise.”

I accepted her wanting to change the conversation even though I wanted to know more. “I know. She said you always make sure her Barbie dolls have a ride to and from their beach house.”

She nodded adorably. “It’s a big job.”

Chuckling, I reached over and patted her leg. “It’s a very big job and I think you’re the right person. Did you bring any cars tonight?”

“In my backpack. I brought the special green Corvette that Eloise likes for her and my favorite one for me. Is pink and is a Mustang. Then I brought ones for Rogue, Allyson, and Ashley too.”

“Oh, that was so sweet of you to share your cars. Do you have more at home?”

“Yas. I have three hundred and seven.”

“Three hundred and seven? That’s a lot of cars for a Little one.”

“I love them all,” she said seriously.

“Oh, I bet. I bet you take such good care of them too.”

“Yas. I don’t even lose them either,” she said, shaking her head. “They would be so super sad without me.”

“You’re so responsible with them,” I praised, pulling into the parking lot.

“Stay there until I open your door, okay?” I waited until she verbally responded before walking over and helping her out of the car.

My command hadn’t been because I was in Daddy mode.

It was because sometimes cars whipped in the parking lot too fast and I didn’t want her to get hurt if one pulled in haphazardly.

After helping her slide on her backpack, I guided her to walk in front of me as we headed toward the entrance.

“Do you have your ID, Little one?”

She flushed brightly and ducked her head. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I wondered what her reaction was about, but didn’t comment. When we got to the door, I handed them my license and the bouncer chuckled when he saw Lennon.

“Good evening, RC.”

“Good evening, Mr. Bork.”

“RC?” I asked, confused by the name.

“Race Car. She goes fast all of the time, never slows down. Even when she needs a break.”

Well, I didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“Have you gone to pick up your license yet, RC?”

Lennon shuffled her pink slipper across the ground. “No, Mr. Bork.”

Where the hell was it at and why had she lied to me about having it?

She pulled something up on her phone and showed him. “I know who you are, kiddo, but a picture of your license on your phone isn’t as good as the real thing. You need to go grab your real one from Boonze when you get time.”

Boonze was a cruddy dive bar across town. Why the hell had she even been there?

“Yes, sir.”

He let us in. We headed toward the main room, but the tension was thick. Finally Lennon spoke. “I do have my license on my phone.”

“But that’s not what I was asking, was it?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“So you lied to me, didn’t you, Lennon?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.” Her shoulders slumped and her voice wobbled.

“Why did you lie to me, Lennon? Were you scared I’d be upset?”

“No, Ma’am,” she said, turning to look at me. “I don’t want you to think I’m scatterbrained. I did leave my ID at Boonze, but it was because I...” She trailed off, looking uncertain.

“Why did you leave it, baby?” I said, hating how unsure she looked. I guided her to a bench and knelt in front of her.

“Dakota won’t give it back to me unless I agree to go out with him and I-I don’t want to go out with him.”

Hot blinding rage filled surged through me. “Who is Dakota, Lennon?”

“The bartender. I was supposed to meet someone there and when they didn’t show I decided to buy myself a drink and have a single girl night, but after I showed Dakota my ID, he wouldn’t give it back. I think it’s my fault.”

***

Lennon

“I think it’s my fault,” I admitted wanting to disappear under the cloak of my own stupidity. “I think I was too nice to him. I wasn’t trying to flirt, but he said I was. When I told him I was gay, he didn’t believe me and now he won’t give it back.”

“No, baby. Nothing you could ever do would give someone the right to keep something that is yours, especially something as important as an ID. Even if you had flirted with him. I know you didn’t though.

I’ll handle getting it back for you, okay?

” Kay rubbed her hands up and down my arms and I leaned into her touch, my rapidly beating heart started to slow down.

“No, he’s not very nice. I’ll just go get a new one. My address was incorrect on that one anyway. That’s the only reason I didn’t panic about it. It’s not like he could find me or anything,” I told her, thankful she wasn’t angry with me. The whole situation was kinda messy.

“He doesn’t know what not very nice is, honey. Don’t worry about him anymore. I’ll handle it tomorrow. Let’s focus on having fun tonight.”

Her soft words soothed some of the tattered edges of my heart, but still I hesitated

Kay helped me stand and then, in a very daddylike way, straightened my pajamas. “Let’s go have some fun, yeah?”

I nodded and took her hand, leading her to the playroom. She laughed, loud and unbothered, and let me lead her though the building.

I grinned, liking that she was letting me pull her along her even though she knew where to go.

“Well, there are two very happy ladies,” Bash said, when we entered the room. He was signing himself and Allyson in for a headcount. He was right. I’d been much happier since Kay and I had started talking. My depression had started to lift.

I stepped in line, still holding Kay’s hand and wrote our names after Bash and Allyson’s.

“I’m da boss,” I told Bash, nodding seriously.

“Oh, you’re in charge tonight?”

“Yas-huh.”

“Wow. Are you sure? That’s a big job for a Little girl,” he teased.

“I’m not Little. I’m a growned-up.”

“Oh, how old are you?” He was going along with my lies, but his big grin told me he knew I was full of shit.

“I’m firty-nine,” I lied, making Kay snort.

“I’m are firty-nine!” I scolded her.

A laugh burst out of her mouth, loud and carefree. It cut though any yucky feelings I was having. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a small squeeze. “You are a breath of fresh air, honey.”

***

“You have glitter everywhere!” Kay laughed as she tried to clean my hands with a wipe.

“Sparkles is very ‘portant.” I yawned.

“I think some Little girls are very tired,” Leland said.

He was cleaning Rogue up too. She wasn’t nearly as sparkly as me, but she looked just as exhausted as I felt.

I’d worked late the night before at the club, and helped that morning with renovations at Rolling in Dough.

Every other Friday and Saturday were the only days I had off for the month.

Only having four days off a month was starting to wear on me, but I still owed several thousands in medical debt.

“Let’s try and wash your hands in the bathroom, honey. I think we need all the help we can get.”

I let Kay guide me into the restroom and run my hands under the running water.

“You look like a disco ball, Little girl.”

I yawned before I could reply and she looked concerned. “You really are tired, honey.”

“I’m sorry. I worked late last night and then early this morning. I’m having so much fun with you, though,” I rushed to explain, not wanting her to think I was bored.

“I thought Rolling in Dough was closed for repairs?” she asked as I allowed her to dry my hands with a paper towel.

“It is, but I was working my other job.”

She raised her eyebrow at me. “ Other job?”

My tummy flipped and not surprisingly my pussy clenched at her firm tone. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“What is your other job?”

“I’m.. um… I dance at a club full time.”

“So you’re working three jobs?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She was quiet for a minute, before asking, “You do burlesque at another club as well?”

I did do themed burlesque at The Thirsty Turtle every other weekend, but that and working at Rolling in Dough wasn’t enough money to pay for all my living expenses.

“No, ma’am. Like exotic.”

Shame pricked my skin and my eyes stung with tears of embarrassment. I didn’t tell other people what I did for money in fear of judgement, but I hadn’t wanted to lie to Kay.

“That’s beautiful, honey. I’d love to watch you dance sometime, but I do worry about the many hours you seem to be working.”

“Y-you’d like to see me dance?”

She tossed the paper towel in the trash can and cupped my face in both her hands.

“You’re surprised I want to see that lean little body strip?

Shocked that I want to see your tits bounce as you swing around a pole?

Stunned that I want to see you perform for people who will never get to explore your delicious body while knowing–hoping–that I’m the only one who will ever get to touch you once you’re done on that stage?

Silly girl, you have no idea how much I want to see you dance. ”

My breath caught in my throat as I stared in open mouth shock at her. “Do I have a chance at that, Little one? To explore your body and claim it as mine?”

I nodded, still shocked.

One hand slid from my face to my neck, cuffing my nape and drawing me closer. Her mouth moved closer to mine and her breath fanned across my face. “Words, Lennon. Use your words. Do I have a chance to get to know you, date you, Daddy you, and pleasure you?” “Yas, Ma’am,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Fantastic,” she said right before she lowered her mouth to mine.