“Aye, aye, Captain.”
The blond and the brown-haired men moved around the table and walked away, leaving her with the man who she couldn’t stop staring at.
He continued staring at her too, with a warm, open expression that had his eyes glowing with a blue fire. “D-four-R stands for Daddies for Rent. We offer single Littles the opportunity to rent a Daddy for a day or a weekend or longer. We offer them the experience of having a Daddy and what that would be like. If it works out, we’re hoping to expand into a matchmaking service between Littles and caregivers.”
Lottie nodded in understanding. D4R sounded like something she would love to try. To rent a caregiver to help her let out her Little and more fully embrace that side of herself would be amazing.
“So you’re pimping out Daddies,” she said with a giggle.
The man’s eyes went wide for a few seconds before he chuckled. “I suppose you could say that, but sex is not part of the packages we offer. In fact, we may need to rewrite the contract so it explicitly says sex is off the table. The last thing we need is for the cops to come after us.”
Lottie nodded. “Or make it an option on the contract that the Daddies and Littles can negotiate and agree upon without you being involved in it.”
The man looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Good idea. I’m Travis Williams.” He extended his right hand over the table.
“Lottie Smith, owner and head candymaker at Lottie’s Lollies,” she said waving her left hand toward her table while she slipped her right hand into his.
“Oh!”
She sucked in a breath when static electricity shot between their palms. The sizzle continued up her arm and spread throughout her body, heating everything inside her. She’d never had such an experience before with a man before, especially one that had her nipples beading and pussy dampening.
Looking up at Travis with wide eyes, she could tell that he seemed just as affected. Long after they shook hands, he continued holding hers and she did not feel inclined to break the connection. What she really wanted to do was curl up on Travis Williams’ lap and have him cuddle her for the next hour or two.
The announcement that the vendors’ room would be opening to the public in ten minutes jolted Lottie into pulling her hand away and taking a step back from the table. “Um, I’m sure I’ll be back for more information.”
“Here, take a pamphlet.” Travis picked up a folded piece of paper from the table. Before presenting it to her, he grabbed a pen and wrote across the top. “That’s my cell number. Call me if you have any questions.”
Lottie took the pamphlet, and after folding it up, slid it into the back pocket of her jeans. “Thanks.”
“Hope to talk to you soon, Miss Lottie,” Travis said with a grin as she took another step back, almost tripping as her feet got tangled together.
Travis sat down to try and hide the erection just shaking hands with the lovely Lottie Smith had given him. The electricity that flowed between them from a simple handshake made him wonder if maybe she was the Little girl he’d spent most of his adult life looking for. Hard to believe that at forty-three he’d popped a hard-on like a schoolboy.
Having just retired from the Navy, Travis had begun looking for new challenges to fill his life. Starting Daddies 4 Rent with his best friends seemed a perfect way to serve the Little community, meet people, and maybe find a Little girl of his own.
Before he could ignore his responsibilities and follow Lottie across the aisle to learn more about her, Sam returned with a bag of food in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other.
“Thanks,” Travis said, taking the food and drink Sam held out to him.
“She’s cute,” Sam said as he settled in the other chair and began to unpack the bag of food.
“Yes, she is. And I think she might be mine,” Travis said as he unwrapped his burger.
Sam looked at him with a smirk before he attacked his own lunch with the same gusto he’d had for every meal since they’d met in basic training. “Hands off, got it. I’ll pass the word.”
Travis did not respond as he watched the woman consult with the other two redheads in the two booths to the left of hers. Except for their hairstyles and clothing, the three women looked identical.
He wondered if Lottie Smith was single, Little, and looking for a Daddy of her own.
Chapter Two
Lottie’s hand continued to tingle even after she’d returned to her own booth. It would be difficult to not stare at Travis across the way as he talked with the blond who’d returned with food and ate his lunch.
Rubbing her thighs together, she sucked a breath as her clit pulsed and her panties grew damp. Never had she felt such a response to a man. Not even the one she’d almost married just after college. Thank goodness she’d come to her senses before she’d walked down the aisle and said ‘I do’.
Bruce had not been a Daddy. When they’d talked about moving in together and he’d asked her what she would be doing with her stuffies and other toys since married women didn’t have such things, she’d known she couldn’t stay with him. So instead of moving in with him after college, she’d moved back to the Smith family farm that had been in the family for generations. After her parents’ deaths, she and her sisters remained and shared the workload, though they had sold off the stock.
The only problem was the state had decided about a year ago to build a highway through the land and the living room. In afew weeks they would be moving out and into a three-bedroom apartment in town.
