Chapter 19 - Callahan

Don't take the bait.

I brushed my hair, fresh out of the shower, and then sprayed my cologne on. There was a knock on my door, and I went to it, knowing it was Eleanor. I pushed the button that slid up the door and smiled down at my Young Lady.

"Hello, do you need something?" I said, a little sharper than intended. I was still waiting for the shoe to drop, but she'd also been pushing my buttons all afternoon.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Well, as you're in for the night, I was going to go out with some of the other Daddies. It's my night off."

"You're going down to Gen Pop?" Her brows furrowed.

"I am." I nodded. "Did your previous Daddy not do that?" I knew for a fact he did. I saw him down there often, having drinks at the bar with the other Daddies.

"No, he did. I just-- I was going to invite you to watch a program with me."

I swallowed down the nervous excitement. That offer was tempting. Watching television with her could lead to more, which was... bad. No. I forced a tight smile.

"I'm sorry Eleanor, maybe another night. The Daddies are waiting for me."

"I understand." Her head fell, and guilt consumed me. She pushed the button on her end to shut the door, and I wanted to throw my hand out and scream for her to wait. I did want to do that with her, I-- no. I bit down on my lip and stepped away from the door. The thoughts I had about my Young Lady were wrong. I needed to go out with the others and forget about her.

I finished lacing up my boots and exited my room, giving her an awkward wave on the way out. I hated the only way to leave was through her room. It was such a design flaw.

"Have fun, Daddy," she called from her bed. She was lying on her belly, kicking her legs lazily, while drawing in a notebook.

"Thank you, Eleanor. I'll see you later tonight. Stay out of trouble," I teased, but as I left her quarters and started down the hall, I realized that nothing was stopping her from leaving. She could get in trouble, and I'd get punished for it. I almost turned back, but Henry, a Daddy, caught up with me and we went down together, meeting the others by the elevators.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually make it, Callahan," Ju-Won welcomed me and we piled into the elevator. He pushed the code in to go down to Gen Pop. "You're in for a treat. You see, There are places Daddies can go that DITs don't have access to."

The men around me chuckled.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"You'll see. I think this trip will help you get your frustrations about Eleanor out of your system."

I didn't like how he said that. Dread began to slowly slide down my throat and rest deep in my belly as we went lower and lower, finally reaching a floor I'd never been to. The doors opened and the men poured out into the dimly lit hall. I was pushed out, and inhaled the deep smell of cigars and old beer.

"Come on, New Daddy." Henry laughed and waved me to follow them.

My head swiveled left to right as I took in the sights. Music was pouring from every business, and people danced in front of them, as well as inside from what I could see. Everything was dark and lit up with neon signs. We kept walking until we saw a pink neon sign.

Dirty Darlings.

I hesitated at the door, but Ju-Won caught my elbow and urged me forward.

"Don't be a pussy, get in there."

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's a peep show, man. Now, are you a Daddy or not? Because I can speak to the warden and tell him you're not mature enough to be one. He'll send you right back to the DIT barracks with your tail between your legs."

There was no way that was happening. When I still didn't move, I was shoved from behind. I stumbled forward into Dirty Darlings.

‘A Big Hunk O' Love', by Elvis was playing loudly from somewhere. I righted myself and looked around. There were red velvet tables spread throughout the room, and a stage on the far wall. Daddies were already taking their seats and getting their drink orders taken by beautiful women in short dresses.

"You ever see a babe like that?" Ju-Won asked.

I hated to tell him I'd had and ruin his excitement. While I'd never been to this specific establishment, Milton had dragged us DITs to shady bars where we met some women with the morals of men.

"Let's go take a seat and enjoy the show."

I joined him and a few Daddies at a table. We had whiskey and watched women dance on stage, removing their clothes and revealing pasties over their nipples. After a few drinks, I began to let loose with the others. I hooted and hollered at the women. We pulled our wallets out and offered them CAFE bucks for putting their chests on our arms, or faces, in Ju-Won's and many other's cases. They tried to get me to let a woman named Barbara put her sweaty breasts in my face, but I politely declined.

There was only one set of breasts I was interested in and they weren't here.

After a few hours of watching the show, Henry stood and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm ready for the VIP treatment." I stood with them all, and we went to the house manager, who took us to a back room. There were about five or six girls lounging on velvet couches who leaped up with excitement when they saw us.

"Daddies!" They screamed.

My blood chilled. What was this?

"You know the drill." Henry walked forward with his arms stretched out. "Where's my hug?"

I cringed back and tried to leave, but a large man blocked the doorway.

"We'll go change," one woman said and they quickly went through another door. We were all directed to sit down on the couches. My breathing began to quicken. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I wanted no part in it. Moments later, the women returned and I was done. I stood back up and tried to bolt but was shoved back down.

"You want to be a Daddy, don't you?" Henry barked.

I shook my head. I did not. Not if this was what we were doing. I looked at the girls, all taking seats on the mens laps. They were dressed in crudely made copies of the Young Lady dresses. They were worn and didn't quite fit properly. Ribbons were torn and dangling from skirts, and some had brown and yellow stains on them.

"Give him the pink one." Ju-Won nodded to the only girl in the pink dress. The blood drained from my face. Her dark brown hair was in long pigtails.

"What's your name, Daddy?" The woman smiled and walked toward me. She saddled me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Or better yet, what's mine?"

"What?" I shook my head in disgust.

"What's your Young Lady's name? You can call me that tonight, I don't care." She ground her pussy into my lap. My cock responded, but it was purely nature and not because I was interested.

"It's Eleanor," someone called from across the room.

"Ooh, Eleanor, I've been Eleanor once or twice. With Daddy Dale. What do I get to call you tonight?"

My stomach began to roll. I was going to be sick. I looked around the room as my brow began to sweat. Around me, men were pulling out condoms and girls were slipping off their panties. Loud, fake giggling rang throughout the room as men grunted over them and offered them praise.

"Please, ma'am, I don't feel so hot."I pleaded.

The idea that these men were all imagining themselves fucking their Young Ladies and then going back upstairs as if nothing had happened was sickening. But, was I any better, having actually touched mine? Guilt, shame, and disgust piled on top of each other in my head. It was suddenly too hot, too loud, and the smell of cheap perfume was far too strong.

"Oh, Daddy, are you okay?" The brunette on my lap pouted. "What if we went to a more private room?"

I shook my head. "Miss, I don't think that's a good idea. I need to get some fresh air." I tried to push her off me but she reached down and grabbed at my cock through my trousers.

"Look, I am not leaving until I get paid and you're--"

Vomit rushed up my throat and I shoved her off me and ran to the trash can in the corner and began to violently throw up.

What the fuck was wrong with me? That I understood why they did this. Or I couldn't act out this fantasy with them because having your Young Lady for real was way better than these imposters down below. And as I stood up and wiped my mouth, I left the establishment with my cock still hard and the full intent of returning to my quarters and doing just that.