Page 1 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

Chapter 1: Nick

Kinkwas the name of the club I owned. Opening up a club catering to specific kinks had been a dream of mine ever since I fell in love with the age-play lifestyle. As the co-owner of the club, I did everything in my power to make it one of the best, and I was glad people noticed the effort. Soon the requests for memberships rose to an insane amount and we could only let in a select few after thorough vetting.

I wanted to let in people curious about different kinks, but now it was only possible to take members who were already in the lifestyle. I took interviews whenever the back office came up with a list of suitable candidates. It was my second most favorite part of the job, the first being spending time in the playroom dedicated for Littles. Whenever I was in there, it didn't feel like work. The happy cries of Littles running around and laughing as they played were the best parts of the job. I was a bit biased when I decided to make the playroom the largest area of the club, but it turned out to be a good decision since the club became an important part of the local age play scene.

Now after having a chat with Luther in the back office and signing all the paychecks, it was time to briefly check on all the playspaces and see if everything was in order. The moment I entered the main part of the club, I was bombarded with a rush of loud music, people swaying and dancing in every which way. I liked peak hours the most since the club was filled with people. It reminded me that I was the reason they could have such a fun and carefree night. Somehow all the noise made me feel less lonely.

First I headed into the playspace dedicated to couples who were into role-playing. The room was filled with helpful props that could be used in various scenes, anything from the headmaster spanking some sense into a naughty girl to a doctor giving a private medical exam. Members could choose to have some privacy, but today's participants chose to have it open to all.

After confirming with the dungeon monitors in the other playspaces that everything was in order, I headed towards the Little playroom where I would spend a better part of the night.

Courtney nervously waved at me from a distance just as I was about to enter the Little playroom. She fidgeted with her fingers and twisted her wrists as she smiled sheepishly. It was a sign she needed help, but she was too embarrassed to ask for it.

Courtney was a dungeon monitor in the main part of the club and a submissive. It was my idea to have a submissive dungeon monitor. Some submissives were shy around dominant dungeon monitors and found them intimidating. Having a submissive in charge helped them easily confide when a breach of consent had occurred.

I beelined to her, pushing my way through a big group of friends who were here as guests.

Courtney adjusted the red bandana on her forehead, which was a part of the dungeon monitor's uniform. She blushed every time I talked to her, which sometimes made me think she was romantically interested in me. But things could never work out between us because she wasn't a Little.

My ex wasn't in the community and while I thought things would work, I was wrong. I badly needed to satiate my need to protect and take care of someone.

"How are things going, Courtney?" I asked.

"Great," she lied, bouncing on her heels and having a hard time staying still. "Everything's going extraordinarily well. No… I mean just the right amount of well."

"Courtney, what did I tell you about ignoring the problem and hoping it goes away? The dom dungeon monitors are more than happy to help you should you face any problems."

"Fine." She sighed and her body instantly relaxed. "Jax is drunk again. So drunk he can barely stand. He's been bothering some of the single submissives and he's very persistent in his ways. I haven't received any complaints yet, but I gave him a stern warning. If he bothers another submissive, he'll be banned from the club."

"Great job!" I said and her chest swelled up with pride. "I would've kicked him out sooner, but keep a close eye. Everything else going smoothly?"

When she nodded, I instructed her to ask some of the submissives if they were bothered by Jax’s presence and take action accordingly. It was important that the members felt safe in my club. I wanted it to be a place where members could be themselves without fear of judgment. People came to the club to have a good time but we had formed a strong community that supported each other.

Sending Courtney on her way, soon I was back on my way to the Little playroom. The room was soundproof, so the moment I stepped in and closed the door behind me, all I could hear was the happy cries of dozens of Littles.

It might be too loud for some, but it was like music to my ears. Some were screaming as they went down the adult-sized slide, some were crawling to the toy bins, some were noisily chatting about their Daddies in a tent in the corner, and some others were busy playing in groups. Everyone was dressed differently based on the age they were playing as. Most were in onesies but there were also some in jammies and babydoll dresses.

"Uncle Nick!" Rebecca's pigtails bounced as she skipped towards me, throwing her arms around me briefly before taking a step back. "Thank you for taking care of me. I thought I'd miss Daddy terribly, but you took such good care of me."

Sometimes Daddies liked to drop off their Littles with me for a couple of days when they were going out of town and needed someone to take care of their Little. It felt great to know that they trusted me with their Littles.

"It was a pleasure having you over, Rebecca." I tapped her nose with a finger. "You were so polite and well-behaved. I told your Daddy and he was so proud of you."

Her eyes twinkled up at me as she smiled, giving me another quick hug before running off to play with her friends.

I often had Little members of the club over to my apartment. Single Littles needed guidance when they were overwhelmed by big decisions in their lives. Others just needed a dom to discipline them when they knew they hadn't been good.

It was sad when Littles came to me with their fears of never finding the Daddy of their dreams. Littles were so innocent and pure of heart, they deserved everything they ever desired. If it were up to me, I'd set them up myself. But the truth was that there weren't enough Daddies who were seriously looking for something long-term. Littles would settle for scenes in private playrooms at the club with strangers, usually a playdate to see if they were the right fit. But more often than not, the Little would end up heartbroken and come to me about how hard it was to find a caring Daddy.

I told myself I was content with watching over Littles now and then, guiding and disciplining the ones who needed them. I wasn't sure if I was lying to myself. Deep down I knew I needed a Little of my own to be happy, but ever since my breakup and the tragedy with Bradley, I didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts. I had drowned myself in work to numb the pain, micromanaging and perfecting every single aspect of the club. But on the bright side, the club was bringing in more money than ever.

I walked across the room to the corner where there were lounge chairs for Daddies who liked to watch over as their Littles played, while some preferred to leave their Littles on their own while they danced in the main area.

Just as I took a seat, the door to the playroom opened, and in walked my friend, John. Michael, his boy, was on his hip as he held onto his Daddy as if for dear life, vigorously sucking on a binky. He looked around the room scanning for his friends, but his face lit up when he saw me sitting in the corner. Smiling around the binky, he waved at me and then pointed towards me.

Carrying him to me, John licked two fingers and pushed down his boy's cowlick, but it sprang right back up.

Michael kicked his limbs about with a frown, popping his pacifier and looking up at his Daddy. "Daddy, you're embarrassing me before uncle Nick! I'm a big boy now."