Kari followed, placed the bag down and helped Bowie put his coat on. Every time he did that, it caused a heady feeling that was becoming quite addictive.
Bag back in hand, Kari nodded towards the door, his smile warm. “Time to go play.”
Bowie figured Kari was excited with how he marched down the busy sidewalks, chatting about what to expect, alleviating some of Bowie’s anxiousness around the unknown. This was Kari, the daddy, the side of the man that made Bowie feel ten feet tall and mostly invincible when he showered him with loving attention. Though he’d initially thought his animal was wrong, it definitely was loving. He was coming to see just how much happiness Kari found in Bowie’s joy when they played together. It was amazing to feel so treasured, and he wanted to share that with his friends. Only, when he thought of explaining himself, he came out in a cold sweat at what they might think of him being ‘Little’. Because he had acknowledged to himself there was a Little inside him that liked Kari being his daddy.
“Here we are.” Kari squeezed his fingers as he slowed and sidestepped a couple who weren’t looking where they were going. The club had windows that Bowie couldn’t see through, but the building didn’t look seedy. Music filtered through the door—something melodic with no heavy beat—and Bowie caught the scent of chocolate.
Kari pulled open the door and they stepped into a foyer that was decorated in soft pastel colors. The thick carpet underfoot was a deep rose color.Pretty.
The walls held pictures of New York in black and white, all quite dramatic. It was the attractive man wearing a colorful top, his hair full of sparkles that matched his cheeks, that held Bowie’s attention. He was sitting at a counter messing around on his phone, and behind him were a cloakroom and a door that looked like it was the entry into the club.
When he noticed them, he smiled widely, revealing crooked front teeth with a small gap. “Hello, welcome to Ty’s. Have you got a booking number or tickets?”
Kari squeezed Bowie’s fingers before letting go as they stopped at the counter. He tucked the bag under his arm, reaching into his trouser pocket to pull out his wallet.
“I have tickets.” He pulled out two and laid them down.
The man glanced at them. “I see this is your first time here, gentlemen.”
Kari slipped his free arm around Bowie. “It is. This is Bowie and I’m Kari.”
“Hi, I’m Sweeny, and this is my club.” Sweeny turned his full attention to Bowie. “It’s nice to meetcha Bowie. Are you a Little?”
The forthrightness wasn’t off putting because the guy was so smiley. “I am.”
He bounced on his seat. “Someone is coming to take over for me in twenty minutes, would you like to play with me? I love making new friends.”
His eagerness was contagious, and Bowie, who was never very good with strangers, found himself nodding shyly. “Okay.” He glanced at Kari, seeing him watching the interaction with interest. “Is that alright… Daddy?”
“Of course, Babycakes.”
“Great!” Sweeny exclaimed. ”You need to put these wristbands on as they’ll allow you access to the nursery play area. It’s a separate room, and no one can see in, just to assure you—that is, unless they go to the seated area where daddies like to sit and watch.” He pointed at the bag Kari still had tucked under his arm. “We don’t allow anyone to take bags inside the club for safety reasons. You can leave your possessions here, they’ll be perfectly safe.”
“It’s my dinosaur onesie,” Bowie murmured, blushing.
After seeing what Sweeny was wearing, Bowie felt drab, and he really wanted to wear the onesie. He was so glad Kari had suggested bringing it.
“Oh, we have changing rooms inside where we have storage lockers for clothes. Hang on.” He used his mobile phone and sent a text, then slipped off his seat. He was so tiny, he almost disappeared from sight. He popped around the counter, waggling his fingers at Bowie. “Come on, I’ll show you where you need to go.”
Before Bowie could reply, the door behind him opened and a gigantic man appeared. He was the exact opposite of Sweeny. Where he was as bright as a sunflower, this guy wore all black. His dark hair was styled off a very prominent forehead. His eyes were piercing blue, and he wore a surly expression.
“Daddy, look, I’ve got a new friend to play with,” Sweeny gushed. He reached back and took hold of Bowie’s hand, reminding him of Frey when they first met.
The man smiled, and it made Bowie blink twice at how attractive it made him.
“Have you now?” The man glanced at Kari. “Sweeny can be a little enthusiastic, he means no harm.”
“It’s fine,” Kari assured him, holding out his hand. “Kari Starling.”
“Kurt Hansen.”
Before Bowie could get his bearings, he was encouraged through into a club that was similar to the one he’d visited with Frey. He didn’t have time to get nervous, though, as Sweeny took him through to a separate area that was totally different. It wasn’t less sophisticated, just had a softer feel to it. More relaxing. Changed into his onesie and all but dragged into the play area where several other Little’s were playing with their daddies, Bowie’s gaze latched onto Kari, who sat with another man.
“It’s fine, I’ll be right here. Why don’t you play with Sweeny?”
Taking a look around, Bowie breathed a sigh of relief as he realised he wasn’t out of place in his onesie. He was grateful to Sweeny for encouraging him to switch out when he had nearly chickened out.
“Sit next to me.” Sweeny tugged Bowie down onto the colorful flooring that cushioned his bottom. “Do you like to play make believe? I do. I think you could be a roary dino and I could be a sparkly uni. You know, like a unicorn? What do you think?” He batted his eyelashes at Bowie, giving him a pleading look.
