1. Danny’s Night Out

Chapter one

Danny’s Night Out

Three Years Ago

I stalked through the office, looking for Skyler. We weren’t very close, but anytime I needed a partner in crime—or I should say fun since we worked for a law firm—it was Skyler I wanted. He was young and mischievous and a little on the twink side. Yep. A lot like me. I was double lucky when I found him in the break room. “Sky!” I nearly shouted until he glared at me. So, I sing-songed the rest. “Guess what I got?”

“What?”

I held up what appeared to be a single ticket between my hands. “Afterglow is having an 80s night! And I’ve got a ticket.” I tilted it back and forth so he could see it.

“Shut up.” He closed the distance between us. “They’re exclusive. You can’t get in there without a membership.” His mouth hung open.

“Except on special occasions like this and guess what else I’ve got?”

His expression appeared appropriately stunned. “Danny…”

I slid the two tickets apart so he could see both. “I’ve got one for you!”

“Shut up.”

“No.” I waved them.

Skyler plopped backward without hardly looking and landed in a chair. “I don’t have anything to wear. What do I wear?”

“Hm…those tight grey slacks that hug your ass. You know the ones. And that thin pair of suspenders you wore last week.”

“Yeah. But what shirt? I have to have a shirt.”

“At least at first…” I wiggled my eyebrows to tease him. This was Afterglow, so there was a chance we would lose more clothing than our shirts. “Seriously, it’s 80s, so something neon.”

“Neon? Get real. I don’t have anything neon.”

“Oh, you poor boy. Well, good thing I do.” Of course I did. I had an insane wardrobe that covered all the basics from work to 80s to costume and kitsch to Little attire—my favorite. But I wasn’t planning on wearing the neon. “I have a blue one that’s perfect.”

“Cool. Thanks.” He practically gushed. “You are so my best friend now. When is this?”

“Friday night.” Then I started singing. Because, of course, I did. “Friday night and I’m feeling right…Oh yes, it’s Friday night. Time to party.” I made a weird hand movement and shook my ass, making Skyler laugh.

There was a tap on the break room window. It was a large glass pane stretching nearly the entire wall. I looked over to see Drew pointing at me. Then he put his finger over his mouth like a kindergarten teacher. Oops. I mouthed, “Sorry, boss.” Then I turned around and laughed. Drew was the coolest boss I’d ever had. I wasn’t in trouble, but I did need to be quieter. This was a law office and clients could be around.

Skyler snorted. “Busted.”

“Shut up.”

We stood outside about halfway down the line in front of Afterglow. They would be opening any minute, and saying I was excited was an understatement. I wore the tightest white T-shirt I could find, and it fit like a second skin. It was soft and thin. I wore about two tons of antiperspirant deodorant under it too. No way was I walking around with pit stains. Plan B was to take it off, but that was easier said than done. It took me damn near an hour to get into it. But I paired it with rainbow suspenders that attached to a pair of cuffed shorts. I finished my look off with ankle socks and Doc Martins. I probably looked like I was twelve, but that was kind of the point. My friend Skyler, on the other hand, wore what I had told him and kind of looked like a grown-up version of me. We both had golden brown hair and the same body type—twink. Although Skyler was a little taller but not much. It was enough that I looked younger standing next to him. Well, at least in my mind I did. I felt younger. That’s what mattered.

He grabbed my arm. “This is going to be epic.” He bounced in place.

“Right. I’ve never been here, but I’ve heard things.”

“I’ve heard all the things.” Of course we had. This was the best and most exclusive gay club in town, and not only gay but BDSM gay. Yep. There were actual dungeons in the back. Not that I wanted to go there, but it was kind of a thrill. What I was most interested in was the Little’s Playroom. I was dying to get in and maybe, just maybe, I could score a hunky daddy to play with. At least for the night.

And if not, well, I’d get to dance and drink with Skyler.

Finally, the doors opened, and the bouncers checked for either tickets or membership and let people in. When it was our turn, he took the tickets and tore the perforated part off, giving the rest back to us. “Here.” He stamped the back of our hands, winked, and let us in.

The inside was incredible right away. There was a coat check first thing, but it was early October, so we weren’t wearing coats yet. Tampa never got cold until almost Christmas, if then. Beyond that front foyer was a large area with booths and tables that circled a bar. People were already lined up for drinks. Off to the right, where it could be seen from the tables, was a stage and a wide-open space in front of it—currently empty. Before I could decide where to go or what to do, music came on. It was I Want Candy from Bow Wow Wow. I knew my 80s music for sure, especially the One-Hit-Wonders. I could thank my mom for that. It’s all she listened to, and I learned to appreciate it. Especially for dancing.

Skyler leaned over and shouted. “Let’s get a drink, then hit the floor.”

“Yes!” I threw my hand in the air to celebrate.

We made our way to the bar, pushing in between two dudes dressed all in black. They were sweet and offered to pay for our drinks. I winked and ordered a Hawaiian mimosa. It was obviously made with Prosecco. And it was pretty. Pink at the bottom and orange at the top. It also had coconut rum. I took a sip. “So yummy. Thank you.” I touched the boy next to me who’d paid for it.

“No problem. Happy to contribute to your delinquency.” He was a flirt. And cute. “You dancing?”

I held up my drink. “After this, yes.”

“Hell yes!” Skyler added.

“Well, all right.” The other boy answered and did a little shimmy.

And I had to assume they were boys since they both wore studded collars. Doms and Daddies did not wear collars. They had their boys wear them. I didn’t know if these guys had either Doms or Daddies, but if they were going to dance with us on the floor, that would be fun. We chatted and finished our drinks, then headed out. Wham’s Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go started up as we hit the floor. We hooted and jumped around.

Then we did what I thought of as the Wham dance. Butts swaying back and forth, arms up and swinging the opposite way. Then, right before the first chorus, we spun around. We were skipping around and having fun with it. All four of us doing it got a few other people into it. Before the song was over, it blended into another. This time, it was Hall & Oates. You guessed it, Maneater . The DJ cut out most of the intro and started with the saxophone. We kept dancing, but we all had a little more hip-thrust with this one. I looked up and saw the DJ nodding and bobbing along. When the first line of the chorus came on, I mimed scratching something or someone with claws. Skyler laughed, but then he copied me.

This was soo much fun. Neither of us gave a shit about what anyone thought. We sang along with the songs we knew. For me, that was most of them. We shook our asses. We shimmied. We paired up with the cute boys who bought us drinks for slower songs. That was better than slow dancing with Skyler. He was my friend, so it made it weird.

There wasn’t a lot of the typical grinding you’d normally find in a dance club. I figured that was because 80s tunes weren’t really grind music. But I was fine with it. I related more to this type of music and dancing. It was why I wanted to come.

After a while, a big guy, also dressed in black, who I had seen behind the bar, stomped out to the floor, pushing his way over to us. He handed me a card with a wink. Without even looking at it, I simply shoved it in my back pocket.

We danced to several more songs before I was too tired and sweaty. I grabbed Skyler’s wrist and dragged him to the bar. I ordered bottled water and another mimosa, which I sipped after downing the water. Our boys had disappeared, presumably to find others to play with of the Dom/Daddy variety. I bumped into Skyler’s arm, and he bumped back. We were both smiling like loons when he leaned into me. “Having a good time?”

I nodded furiously. Then I remembered the card and pulled it out. It said, “Pass to No Limits – Present to Dungeon Master for entry.”

“Hey!” I waved the bartender over and he leaned forward over the counter. “I’m new.” I held up the card. “Does this mean I get to go in the back? To the Little Room?”

He nodded and jerked his head up. I saw where a few people were slipping through a door on the far side of the stage.

“Can I bring a friend?” I tugged Skyler’s arm and watched his eyes go wide as he figured out what was going on.

The bartender shrugged. “Don’t see why not. Y’all are both super cute.” When he winked, I realized he had glittery eye shadow on.

“I like your eyes.” I pointed to mine and then to his in case he couldn’t hear me since a rock song was blasting very loudly. I think it was AC/DC. It made the barman smile.

I sipped some more of my drink.

Skyler jutted his hands toward me. “What? What?”

“You have to go back with me.”

“N-No.”

“Don’t be scared. You don’t have to do anything, but I really want to go.” I gave him the puppy face, complete with wide eyes and pouty bottom lip, stuck way out.

He sighed, using his whole head and maybe his shoulders. Very dramatic. “Fine…”

“Yay!” My internal Little peaked out. I sat my half-finished drink on the bar and clapped my hands. “Let’s go.”

“You’re not going to finish that?” He indicated the glass of pink liquid.

“Nope. I want to go.” If someone had bought me a drink, I would drink it all. It would be rude not to, but when I bought my own, I decided if I finished or not. And in this case… not. “I want to go.” I tugged his arm, and he followed me across the dance floor. We bobbed and weaved our way to the other side, but before I headed for the double doors that promised play time, I checked my shirt. “Pit stains?”

“What? No. You’re good. Me?” He held his arms up.

“Nope. Let’s go.”

I shoved at the door, struggling to push it open, but as soon as we were past it, a big man dressed in leathers stopped us. I held the card up and waved it. “Pwease? Can we come in?”

He grabbed the card and looked at it, then handed it back. “You need to pass a breathalyzer, and I also need your phones, please.” He stuck his hand out expectantly.

“Phones?” Skyler asked, pulling his out.

“Yes. No phones in the back. I keep them here. Please power them down, or at least turn the ringer off. I’ll give you a claim ticket to get them back.” We turned them over as instructed, and he handed us the ticket. “Don’t lose these.”

“Yes, sir.” By the end of the transaction, I was itching to get inside and couldn’t stand still, but we still had to blow in the little device he had.

“No one plays intoxicated. It’s not safe.” He handed the little yellow device to Skyler. “Blow in that nozzle. It’s new. Everyone gets a new one.”

“Ooh. Hygiene is important.” I didn’t know if he appreciated my comment, but he took the device back, nodded, and changed out the nozzle.

“Your turn, little man.”

“Yay!” Everything new was exciting when I was in my Little headspace. I blew in the tube.

“Okay. You’re all clear.” The doorman waved us farther inside. “Have fun.”

I could not contain that part of myself that demanded to come out and play. I skipped down the hall. “Come on, Sky…Let’s go play.”

“What the hell?” It was a question and statement rolled into one. He’d never seen me act little, but he knew I was one. Seeing it was probably different, and I wondered what he thought, but at the same time, I only wanted his support and friendship, not his comments or criticisms, if he had any.

There were several doors along the hallway, but none looked like a playroom. We turned a corner and another leather daddy was leaning on a stool with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He might be able to help us. “Schoose me. Mr. Letter Daddy.”

“Hello. How can I help you? I bet you’re looking for the Little Room.”

I nodded furiously. “Yes, pwease.”

“Okay. I’ll show you. I’m the Dungeon Master here, and I determine protocol. That means if you have any problems at all, come find me. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Skyler echoed my answer, but he sounded scared, so I held his hand, and he smiled at me. Then we followed the Dungeon Master down another hall, and that was when I saw it. I gasped. The whole wall of the next hallway was a huge window and inside the large room were Littles. Some were coloring, some were playing with toys on the rugs, a few were finger painting. There were probably only six in there, maybe seven, but they were having fun. And along the back wall were chairs where daddies could sit and watch their Littles play. It was perfect. Perfect . I loved it so much, I sang it, “Perfect…Perfect place.” And that morphed into the Sesame Street theme song.

Skyler laughed. He’d heard me bust out in song many times. He thought I had a great voice, but it was only average. I knew it. But my enthusiasm often made up for the lack of talent.

“Have fun boys.” The Dungeon Master opened the door for us. “If you come back some other time, we have locker rooms through that other door, where you can change. If you want.” He pointed through the door, and sure enough, another door was on the far side. A Lockers sign hung above it.

“Yay! Thank you.” I hugged the Dungeon Master. He might have looked scary, but he was super nice. He patted my head before I charged into the room. “Come on, Sky!”

I immediately headed for the stuffies. There were no dragon stuffies, though, so I searched for something else to play with. There was a big bucket of dinosaurs on a low shelf, so I grabbed that. Dragons were my first choice, always. But dinos were also cool. “Come play, Sky.”

He grabbed a plastic triceratops, and I grabbed the T-Rex. I loved the T-Rex. It was the most dragon-like. To me, anyway. Our two dinos proceeded to have a battle. “You sure you’re not little too, Sky?”

“Yeah. Pretty sure, but hey. Anyone can play, Danny. Rawr.” He made his dino charge mine. I didn’t think dinos roared, but I wasn’t going to tell him that when he was being so nice to me.

Being able to play. Let my inner Little out. My heart soared. There was no thinking about work, bills, or responsibilities. Just playing dinos with my friend, Sky.

“Hello there, boys.” A handsome man stood by and watched us. His dark hair was a little shaggy but still in a business-type cut, and those eyes spoke of hot bedroom nights.

“Hi.” Skyler waved. But I bit my lip.

“You look like you’re having fun here.” He squatted next to us and picked up a Diplodocus.

Skyler seemed to be our spokesperson because I couldn’t say a word to this handsome man who had my heart pattering faster in my chest. And it was weird because he didn’t look at all like the typical daddy I liked. He was younger and a little wiry, while I liked older muscular men, not unlike the Dungeon Master at the end of the hall…but he hadn’t done anything for me. This guy, though…ugh. He was making my peen hard. I looked away when Skyler said, “We’re playing dinosaurs. I’m Skyler. This is Danny.” Of course he was glaring at me.

“Hi. I’m Lee.”

I repeated his name softly.

“That’s right. Lee. It’s nice to meet you, Danny.”

I felt the blush all the way to my toes. And just from him saying my name? I could be in trouble. I clutched the T-Rex to my chest.

“Do you have a daddy? Or are you here alone. I don’t remember seeing you before.”

Again, Skyler rescued me. “This is our first time here, and no, no daddies. I’m not looking for one, either. But Danny here…He could use one.”

“Well, I’d like to get to know you better and see if we’re compatible. Would you like that?” Lee asked.

I nodded. Because yes, please.

“You have to answer with words, Danny.” Lee put the dinosaur he had back on the floor.

I took a breath. I had to be brave. “Yes, please.”

“I can’t hear you, Danny.”

I yelled, “Yes, please!”

Lee laughed, but I think the rest of the room turned and stared at me, and that blush flared back. I dropped my dino and covered my face with my hands, but Lee pulled my hands away and got in my face a little. “I’m a good daddy, Danny. I can take care of you. But we should find out if we’re compatible. You’re super cute, though.” He leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. He chuckled and stood, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and fished something out. “Make sure he gets this, please.” He handed it to Skyler. “Call me, Danny. Okay?”

Call him? Did I even dare?

Oh, but I sure wanted to.