I clear my throat and knock the side of my fist against my lips. My mind is not in the game tonight. But I need to focus. There's work to do.
"Yeah. I'll be out there. Somebody's got to keep an eye on all you fucktards who lose your heads the second a fresh meat walks in."
Leo shoots me a hard look. "I'm poly, man, what can I say? I like variety, but I'm totally upfront about it with my girls. You'd be surprised how many of them want a Daddy and don't mind how many other littles are part of the group home." He lets out a dark chuckle.
I push up from the desk, rolling my head around on my neck.
The only little I'd want in my life is a completely off-limits, fucked-up fantasy. It’s my niece who tortures me day and night. She turned eighteen this year, and I think my dick celebrated her birthday by getting hard and staying hard for twenty-four hours straight.
Now, because my identical twin brother, who is, honestly, the more upright of the two of us, ended up getting his ass in a serious pickle and had to be flown out to San Diego for some HR-approved rehab situation so the school where he’s the vice-principle can cover their ass, and because image means more to him and his wife than dealing with real business, guess who's standing in for him?
I’m going to be driving his car. A fucking mini-van for God’s sake.
I’m going to be staying at his house. Sleeping in his bed. Mowing the fucking lawn.
I haven’t mowed a lawn in twenty-years.
But, the worst part. I’ll be sleeping right next to the source of my deviant obsession.
"Well." Leo gives the monitors one last scan before turning back my way. "Eight o'clock. Doors are open. Look at that, they're streaming in." He takes one more look back at the people coming through the door. "Rye, man, look at that trio. They look about sixteen. Are we not checking IDs at the door?"
I follow his eyes to the monitor. Three girls who do look pretty fucking young are coming through the entrance. "They better be checking IDs, and everybody better be signing their waivers. Or there are going to be a few new additions to the unemployment line."
“I’ll have Sam double-check,” Leo says.
He might act like he’s thinking with his dick, but like most people in this industry, he’s a good guy deep down. Anyone hints at interest in anything underage, we’re the first to dig up evidence and turn it over to the police.
Or, on occasion, I’ve put a more permanent end to filth that crossed certain lines. With me, there are things that don’t allow you a second chance and I have enough friends in all walks of life that are more than happy to help me with the cleanup duties when necessary.
I run my hands over my face, knowing I only have a few more hours here before I have to go face my demons back at my brother's house. Playing daddy to the girl who has my dick on a leash.
"Let's go." I snap at Leo, nodding toward the office door. "Let's get this night over with."
He scoffs. "Get this night over with? What’s your deal? What’s with your perpetual disinterest in life’s more hedonistic pleasures? Is there something I don't know?"
"There's a lot of fucking things you don't know, Leo. There's a reason for that. Stay out of my personal life, and we'll continue to get along just fine. Let's go."
We work our way through the back halls, passing staff dressed in everything from black leather barely-there straps—tits out, ass out—to one of our guys who's deep into his puppy play. Out on the floor, at least fifty new patrons have already cleared the paperwork and are milling around.
Some look nervous as hell. Others are laughing, joking, and pointing.
Kink or Dare has been good to us. But other than the money, women have been an afterthought for me for a long time. I could count back the years. More than a decade since I partook in anything more than my own hand. It’s efficient and I don’t have to talk to it. My body gets its release. It's been enough.
Until the last few months, anyway.
Now, Elodie is the only thing that gets me off. And being that I'm her father's identical twin brother makes things more than complicated.
Stepfather, I remind myself, though I’m not sure it makes a difference. He raised her. I met her at the rehearsal dinner for his wedding to Adrienne.
I’m a fucking asshole is what I am.
I do my best to push away the thoughts of the dark, sinful things I'd do to my step-niece if I ever got the chance, and try to focuson business. I make my rounds, sticking to the corners and edges of the room, making sure everyone understands this is not a free-for-all.
The first hour, all the fresh newcomers are oriented to the space. They’re told how the evening works, what consent means, safe words are taken. Soft and hard limits are discussed and noted. Then the doors reopen and in come the more experienced doms, daddies, and others who have been vetted and paid their hefty fee to participate in the evening.
Leo takes the center of the room and launches into his usual opening speech before he starts calling the first names.
He's barely ten words in when my blood turns cold.
