It piqued my curiosity. “See what?”
“Nothing, man. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you for doing this.”
“Sure. No problem.” I shrugged and went back to finishing my task. It was almost four in the morning when I finally left the club and headed home.
I lived on the outskirts of town. The sleepy little town didn’t have a nightlife outside of its two clubs. Club Deviance that people could only get in by invite, and Club Pinnacle where all the frat boys and sorority girls from the local college went.
Deviance was the town’s best kept secret. If you had a kink, that’s where you could go to be yourself. No judgments, no strange looks. As long as you and the partner you were with were two consenting adults and followed the rules, you could live out whatever fantasy you wanted.
The owner, Damian Savage, ran the club with an iron fist. His employees were all handpicked and went through hard background checks and psych evaluations. He didn’t want anyone in a place of authority in the club to abuse that power. He also did monthly health screenings on each employee and member to make sure nobody was spreading any diseases.
Damian Savage paid us well, and I enjoyed my job. I mainly watched out for the Littles. Some of them even called me Dungeon Daddy because they knew they could always come to me if they needed help.
Over the last year and a half since Club Deviance opened, I’d seen a few Littles find a Daddy, and they were now in committed relationships with their partners. I envied them for making that connection because I hadn’t met a Little yet that made me feel anything deeper than passing amusement.
I thought that being a Daddy wouldn’t happen, and I just needed to accept it, but I was a jock in school, and I never really got good at accepting defeat.
Chapter 2
CHARLEY
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”I stamped my foot and set down my arm full of groceries when I realized I didn’t have my car keys to open the apartment.
I was finally moving out of this little one-bedroom studio apartment that had been mine for the last four years while I completed my business degree. I’d taken night classes in Culinary Arts as well, hoping one day to open a restaurant. My lack of a life outside of school was part of the reason I was still a virgin, and a target for the creeps in my complex.
One creep in particular really gave me the heebie-jeebies—the apartment manager. I took to only getting my mail on Sundays when I knew he wouldn’t be around because he looked at me like I was naked. I’d also caught him in my apartment more than once. He always had excuses for why he was there, but they always seemed a little rehearsed to me.
The manager made me feel uncomfortable and dirty anytime he looked at me. His eyes were always glued to my chest, my lap, or on my backside. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was leering at me like a piece of steak in front of a starving man. He’d even lick his lips like he was expecting a taste of me.
Now that I was graduating, I was moving out of this place and away fromhim.I never told Martin why I was moving because, knowing my big brother, he would have wanted to do something about it. Martin was older than me by thirteen years. Mom and dad thought they were done, but I was the surprise and miracle baby they didn’t plan on.
I sighed and looked at my watch. It was almost time for the guys to be here. Martin had roped one of his buddies from work into helping me move this weekend, and I told him I would pay them with steaks which were in the grocery bags. “Fuck,” I muttered, heading back to my car. Sure enough, my keys were hanging from the ignition and my phone was still in the cupholder.
“Just fucking great,” I cursed as I looked over the only way to get in my car—the moon roof, which was thankfully still open.
I kicked off my flip-flops and tiptoed over to the front of the car as quickly as I could. The asphalt was already heating in the blistering Georgia summer. “Ouch,” I whined as my skin burned from touching the hot metal. I climbed up past the windshield and bent into the car, trying to reach my keys, which were just out of reach.