1. Chad

I was working out with Cory when I remembered the inquiry I got from my website. Since he was involved in the kink community too, I figured he was a good person to ask about it. "Hey, have you been to Lashes and Lace?"

"Yeah, a few times. It's a nice set-up." He grunted through his set before stopping for a breath. "It's still kinda new, but the membership is growing pretty fast. They do a lot of theme nights that draw in guests from all over the state."

That sounded interesting. "They contacted me about doing an event there. A Little Play Night. They want me there for a feeding. What do you think?"

He grinned and then glanced down at my chest, as pretty much everyone did whenever we talked about my unusual gift.

And I truly believed it was a gift. Although five percent of the male population had started consistently lactating over the past twenty years, it was still not broadly discussed outside of those circles, so I felt lucky to be one of the chosen ones.

I was also one of the few in that population who had zero qualms about it.

Since the first time I noticed milk leaking out of my chest when I was in high school, I thought it was pretty fucking awesome. Most of my boyfriends did too… At least, at first. Eventually, the novelty and inconvenience wore off.

Which was why I didn't really do the dating thing much anymore.

My job was too hectic for anything serious, and when I needed to scratch an itch, there was always a line of milk sluts ready to show up for a quick booty call… Or nippy call, as it were.

"Yeah, you should do it." Cory shrugged. "It'd be a great way to meet new clients and probably make some decent money. It's an upscale place with a ridiculously high buy-in, so I would think they'd pay well."

"Yeah, two grand for the night. I'm guessing it'll be two or three hours… Depending on how many Littles are interested in partaking."

"Oh, they'll all want a taste." He looked up at me and winked. "What night is it? Maybe I'll show up too. I've always kinda wondered what it tastes like."

I finished the set of curls I was doing and put down the weight. "The message I received sounded like it was Littles only, so I doubt you'd be welcomed. But you know how to reach me." I winked. "I'll give you the friends-and-family discount."

He started up his next set and kept his gaze on the ground in front of him, suddenly not making eye contact with me. "Yeah, I might just do that."

Whatever. Everybody wanted to taste it at least once. Some people were really into it, others just appreciated the novelty and the ability to say they tried it. As long as they paid me, I didn't care what their intentions were. I worked with men, women, medical facilities, and tons of gyms. My milk was just a means to an end.

Besides, when I was getting paid for it, there was no sex involved. It was just business.

Of course, when I was hooking up with someone, either paid or unpaid, there was usually some degree of suckling involved. Mostly because I leaked like a fucking faucet once I got aroused.

At least, that was how it used to be.

These days, I was either losing my sex drive or getting bored of the business aspect of nursing, because getting off was not as fun as it used to be. Lately, the only time I got off was after I woke up to deal with my morning wood but not because I was super into it.

Maybe I'd never be into it again.

After our workout, I went into the break room and pumped, leaving a pint of fresh milk and another pint of frozen in their fridge for clients. Then, I picked up a sandwich for lunch and headed over to the hospital. My buddy, Dave, who worked as a pediatric pharmacist at the hospital asked me to come by. They wanted to contract me to come in twice a day for the next few weeks. A set of twins were born prematurely to an addict, and they needed "skin-to-skin contact." That was his code word for discreet nursing to help them put on some weight.

Those were my favorite jobs.

I loved not only cuddling those tiny babies and giving them the attention that their biological parents couldn't offer, but the fat and protein content in my milk was very high, making it an ideal supplement for an undernourished baby.

Everyone at the hospital knew me, so I grabbed my visitor pass from the front desk and headed up to the NICU.

"Chad, good to see you." Dave patted my shoulder and walked me to the room the twins were in. "Thank you for coming. These tiny little girls need to get some meat on their bones…" He turned and gave me a once-over glance. "And you look like you could use the cuddles."

I laughed and shook my head. "Always, and I'm happy to do it. I don't get nearly enough cuddles these days."

I said it as a joke, but we both knew there was more truth to it than I wanted to acknowledge.

He set me up in a gliding chair in the corner of a large room and rolled two incubators over to me. "They're surprisingly healthy, just small." He lifted the plastic lid from one of the bassinets and turned to me. "Do you want one at a time or both together?"

I had a big lunch and guzzled a bottle of electrolytes, so I knew I had plenty of milk available for their tiny little tummies. "Both is fine. Once I get them in place, we can just chill here for an hour or two. I don't have another appointment till tonight."

"Awesome. They need the time."

After I unbuttoned my shirt and wiped my skin with antiseptic wipes, Dave carefully detached the first baby from the monitors on her body and placed her up against me. Her little mouth immediately found my nipple and latched on as I curled her up in my arm.

We repeated the process with the other baby, and they were like two little footballs in my arms as he covered us up with a lightweight receiving blanket. "No one should bother you, but if anyone asks, just say you're the dad. Unfortunately, we don't expect any actual family members to come around for these two."

It was heartbreaking to know they might be alone in this world, but at least I was able to do my small part. "We're fine. Go do what you need to do."

He nodded and took a step back. "I'll be back to check on you in about twenty minutes to see if you need anything."

I gently rocked the glider and closed my eyes. At least for a little while, I had what I needed.

A purpose.