“Yeah, but I don’t know what. I’ve only ever worked fast food and danced and I’m over dodging drunks trying to grope me.” Or in last night’s case, grab and grind me against his erection. Yuck!
“I take it by the look on your face that last night was a grope?”
“Yes. Stupid people who think it’s okay to do that. I’ll never understand it. No means no and they were told that at the door.” The bouncers were adamant about that, and we tipped them well to keep us safe. In hindsight, it was kinda sad that we had to do that when technically they had been hired to protect us and the club.
“Had a few too many experiences like that myself.” Given Jobe’s last one when his daddy rescued him, I didn’t ask formore examples. I’d seen enough damage done to his body by others over the years to know better.
“Is that your only con?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” he tossed the notebook back on the desk. “You are the only thing holding you back from making what I, as the outsider looking in, can see as the best decision of your life.”
“As far as moving in, yes. But what about the job sitch?”
“Sorry, forgot about partdeux. I just signed a contract with a reputable BDSM wear retailer for an exclusive line. I can’t model them for myself and make the necessary adjustments to them while they’re on me, so I need an extra body. What if I pay you to be my human form model? The stationary one I have isn’t as realistic as I’d like, but you clearly have a lithe, dancer’s body, which is perfect for this.”
“We’re the same size,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yes, but as previously stated, I can’t make the alterations while wearing the gear and rather than keep taking them off and on until each one is right, it’ll be much easier with another model on hand.”
“Really? Jobe, that would be so perfect. Daddy can drop me off on the days he’s in the office and we can work and be together and play.” I got more and more excited with each word and Jobe rolled his eyes at me.
“Don’t make me regret this decision,” but he smiled and I knew he was kidding so I tackle hugged him. “Ugh, you’re killing me. Can’t breathe.”
“Fibber!” I giggled. “I love you so much, Jobe.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he waved a careless hand through the air. “I love you too, Squirt.”
Jobe gave me a nickname that wasn’t jackass or goober. I felt so loved.
“When do we get to start? Want to have a tea party?” Excitement got the best of me, and I was all squirmy to do something. I had a mad case of excited bunny hops to work off.
“First, I have a gift from your Daddy we need to get sorted out.” My eyes never left Jobe as he walked over to the closet and pulled out a garment bag. “Let’s see how this fits. Should be perfect given everything I make is always in your size.”
Jobe unzipped the bag and my eyes widened. “Bunny!”
“Yes, Daddy Crispin commissioned a new bunny costume for you.” Jobe held up a finger before I could protest. “And yes, I will do my best to repair the one you already have, but now you’ll have two.”
I was the luckiest boy in the world!
“Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny,” I chanted as I stripped down.
Jobe smiled and shook his head. “Okay, hold onto my shoulders as you step into the feet.” The footies were squishy soft under my toes. Jobe must’ve lined them with fuzzy fuzzies. He pulled it up my body, slid the bunny hood over my head and zipped it up. “There, go look in the mirror and let me know if you want anything changed.”
I hopped over to the full-length mirror and smiled at the cute bunny staring back at me.
“Here, one last accessory,” he handed me a stuffed carrot. “There, utter perfection.”
It really was. I turned to the side and shook my tushy, giggling when the fluffy white bunny tail bobbed around. “I love it! Thank you, Jobe. It’s perfect.”
“Any changes or alterations?”
“Nope, I can still wear a pull-up with it.” Oops, forgot to mention I liked those before. “Um, yeah, does that make me weird?”
“Not in the least, but I’m not the one you need the approval from on that.”
“I’ll tell Daddy!” I hollered as I hopped down the hall, around the corner and right into a… “Daddy!” I squealed and wrapped my arms around him. “Look at my new bunny suit Jobe made me. I’m a bunny, see my tail?” I wiggled it for him and he laughed.
