A Little Christmas 4: Beck (Little Christmas Season 4)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Beck

“Hurry Daddy, we’re gonna be late!” Even when I had to take the city bus I was only ever late to work once.

They weren’t happy, but when my manager, Mick, verified the bus had indeed broken down, he backed off.

But only a bit. He put me in the worst section of the club that night and my tips sucked.

“Sweet boy, you’re fine. Your shift doesn’t start for another hour.”

It’s times like this I wished I’d learned how to drive.

“Yeah, but if I’m late then I get the really yucky tables and I won’t be able to pay my rent.” Should’ve kept that to myself because I knew exactly what was coming next.

“You wouldn’t have to do any of that if you moved in with your Daddy.”

Broken. Record.

For the last month that we’ve been officially dating, literally since the first night we met, when my bestie, Jobe and his daddy, Stanley, introduced us.

Daddy Crispin immediately insisted we be monogamous, which I had zero issues with.

Jobe was really the only one I’d slept with recently and that was finally over.

Not that it was bad, but it was more to take care of my friend.

I was beyond tired of the so-called daddies on the fetish apps who only wanted sex. I’d deleted all of them and just, well, focused on Jobe. Sex was great and all, but not at the top of my needs list, but dealing with my BFF going without it was a freaking nightmare.

Hard to explain but for Jobe sex was therapeutic.

So, I gave in, just to make him happy, even though topping wasn’t for me.

Good or bad, I’d perfected the art of faking it over the years and acting as Jobe’s top was proof of that.

A happy friend and mutual orgasms were never a bad thing, for the most part, but if I didn’t take care of Jobe, he found…

others to. And that never played out well for him.

He seriously had the worst luck with men, until Daddy Stanley finally gave in.

Jobe had tried and failed numerous times to land that Daddy, but he saw right through Jobe’s act.

It wasn’t until Jobe was in serious trouble one night that Daddy Stanley figured out Jobe’s bull-hockey and called him out on it.

Then Daddy Stanley knew what Jobe needed most, a daddy with a firm hand, but one that loved him even when he was acting like a spoiled diva.

Which was more times than not.

More than anything in the world I wanted a daddy of my own.

The ideal one would want me and my little full time, and I think I finally found him.

But my past dictated my present when it came to letting go and trusting someone to take care of me.

I’d been on my own for far too long after eighteen horrendous years bounced around through the foster care system.

Not all the homes I landed in were terrible, but none were really that great either.

But…yeah and now here I was, twenty-four and living on my own. My job wasn’t glamorous by any means, but it paid the bills and kept a safe roof over my head and food in my tummy.

Since daddy Crispin came into my life the first thing he changed was my taking the bus.

When he was in town, he drove me to and from work and when he had me stay with Jobe and Daddy Stanley while he was away on business, they took me.

If Daddy Stanley or Jobe didn’t drive me, a car service did.

One day soon Daddy said I’d travel with him and I couldn’t wait.

I’d never been anywhere outside of Vegas before, so I was super excited.

First, I had to get over the whole giving up my job and apartment freedom. My brain just wasn’t there yet, though my heart struggled with what exactly we were giving up. Hopefully one day soon those vital organs will be aligned.

“Alright, Bunny, let’s go.” Daddy grabbed his laptop bag and my backpack and off we went.

He always held a table in the section I was assigned to and watched and worked and growled.

He-he, I loved it when he got all growly and guys pulled their handsy-hands away from me.

The owner wasn’t too happy about that, but after Daddy talked to him in private, that changed.

To be a fly on the wall for that conversation.

My daddy had a way of getting what he wanted, so why I continued to put up a fight about moving in with him was just plain old dumb.

“Daddy, did you pack my bunny costume?” We were going back to daddy’s house tonight after my shift because he had to be at work early tomorrow morning.

I hated that he stayed up late with me on work nights, but daddy claimed if he wasn’t here keeping an eye on me, he’d be at home wide awake worrying himself into a frenzy.

“Of course, sweet boy though you really need a new one.” He was right, but it made me sad to think about it even though my bunny had lots of scars from the stitches I had to give him. “Why so sad, little Bunny?”

“’Cause, Daddy, it was one of the first things I saved up for and bought for myself that wasn’t a bill or a living expense.

My first fun thing just for me.” And it wasn’t cheap, especially for an eighteen-year-old renting a room with a bunch of other guys in a dingy Vegas apartment.

For so long I thought I just liked to play with toys and do dress up bunny style until one of the guys pointed out that he thought I was a little.

Kolb was the oldest of the four of us that shared the two-bedroom apartment, and he actually got me the job as a dancer.

He was like the cool older brother who taught you the stuff no one else would.

Dancing, gosh, we used to dance all the time and Kolb said I was a natural.

He showed me about dating and kink apps and all kinds of stuff and most importantly, Kolb was my first crush.

As far as first times went, I was glad it was with him.

But then one day he just disappeared and one by one the rest of us went our separate ways.

Kolb was our glue and I really hope he’s okay.

The first daddy I went out with took me to Cordes, the local BDSM club which was where I met Jobe. Kinda.

As soon as I went inside the littles room, that daddy disappeared. Lost to this new and exciting world, it wasn’t until closing time that I’d realized he was gone. I went outside to catch the bus, only I didn’t exactly know where I was.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you know what time the bus comes? My date left me here.” As embarrassing as that was to say, unfiltered honesty was who I was.

“Are you serious? You can’t take the bus at this time of night? Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” He winced as he nodded toward his car.

“Are you okay, mister?”

“Jobe, and I will be. Thanks for asking, unlike the asshole inside who took out all his aggressions on me. What’s your name?”

“I’m Beck. You’re um, you’re bleeding through your shirt.”

“Fuck, this is silk,” Jobe winced again as he struggled to look at his back. “Thank fuck for leather seats. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Needless to say, by the time we got to my building Jobe said it was a hard pass and drove off–with me still in the car.

The blood was so bad by the time we got to his place that I spent the night cleaning his wounds.

He’s the one who told me the place next door to his was available to rent and assured me I could afford it, but I doubted that.

Jobe lived in a super nice building with security and everything, so I didn’t believe him.

But in typical Jobe fashion, he took over and had me moved in by the end of the month.

That was five years ago, and it wasn’t until recently that I found out Jobe owned my condo as well as his. He could’ve been making a lot more rent if I wasn’t here. Guess all along, he’d been my one and only true friend.

With Jobe no longer living next door it was lonely to be here without him or Daddy. Daddy Stanley turned an area of Jobe’s workroom into a playroom for me at their new fancy place. But I couldn’t stay there all the time, it wasn’t fair to my pet fish Goldie, she got lonely.

Jobe was my only family, and now by extension Daddy Stanley was too. Jobe, Daddy Stanley, and my Daddy spoiled me this past Christmas. Guess when Jobe came into my life it changed, for the better.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

Daddy pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. “Bunny…”

“I know, Daddy.” I glanced at the dimly lit, aging building that’d been my job for way too long.

“I feel it too.” Honestly, there were very few adult dance clubs in the greater Las Vegas area that didn’t look as rundown as this one.

Dancers brought in so much money, especially while giving lap dances and the cut the house took was ridiculous.

They weren’t the ones shaking their money makers, giving grubby guys a cheap thrill, so you’d think the least they could do was make our workspace better.

Yeah, I was more done with this job than I thought. I’d get in one last shift, then clean out my locker, and give Mick my two weeks’ notice. He’ll likely let me go when I do but that’s okay. I’ll find something else closer to Daddy’s house once I get settled in.

Decision made, I headed inside to get changed.

The locker room was a locker room. Smelly, cluttered, the lockers and benches were beaten up.

The dancers had to clean it themselves, which meant me and two other guys did it because no one else cared enough to.

Honestly, I wasn’t giving up anything I wasn’t better off without, by leaving this job.

It had served its purpose and now it was time for my second act.

Here’s to hoping it doesn’t start out like the first one did. Alone, named by the first person to take infant me into foster care after being abandoned at the hospital. No clue who my family was or where I came from. No history of my history.

All hail act two.

But I never let that get me down before and I wasn’t about to start now. These were good changes I was making, positive ones.

I slid into my leather boy shorts and harness, took a deep breath and emerged from behind the curtains.

“You’re in station twenty-seven,” Mick barked in my ear.

As though we couldn’t hear his big mouth over the music.

Just having him that close to me made my skin crawl.

He was so nasty. Daddy glared at Mick when he nearly swatted my behind.

I mouthed thank-you to him and danced through to the waiting tables.

Here, the dancers did everything. Danced, took drink orders, delivered drinks, gave lap dances.

Behind the scenes some of the dancers did…

other things, but not me. Even before Daddy, I didn’t do that, but given the break Jobe gave me on rent, I hadn’t struggled to pay my bills for a long time and even when I did, I just took on extra shifts.

Throughout my life I struggled with being one of the forgotten ones.

Crying myself to sleep, wondering when a family would adopt me, but they never came.

I learned early on that I was the only one I could count on.

Now here I was, serving drinks while the first and only man I’d ever loved, Jobe doesn’t count, that’s a BFF kind of love even though we no longer played hidey hole.

The love I felt for my Daddy was the forever kind.

It hit me hard and fast as I watched him work from a nearby table tonight.

I’d never said those three fateful words to another human aside from Jobe and it was never one of those formal I love you’s like in the movies.

Now more than anything I wanted to tell Daddy how much I loved him.

It’s okay if he doesn’t love me back because I know it will happen, someday.

At least, I hoped it would.

“Da-“ Before I could finish the word I was spun around and landed atop some guy’s lap. A guy with a very…hard…lap. Daddy and our security guard practically flew across the room. Daddy had me off the guy and security yanked him out of his seat and escorted him right out of the club.

“Are you okay, Beck?” Daddy asked.

I nodded. “Daddy, please, just take me home.”

“Anything you want, Bunny.” Daddy packed up his laptop and work bag and led me toward the back. Mick came barreling out of his office.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get your ass back out there, Beck.”

Daddy growled, but I shook my head at him. This was my issue to handle, though knowing he stood behind me definitely gave me the push I needed. “Mick, I quit. Effective immediately.”

The nosy dancers in the changing area stood nearby, watching it all unfold.

“Empty your locker now.” Mick slammed the door to his office, as though he had any control over this situation.

“Good for you,” Israel, one of the other dancers said. “I wish I could get out of here.”

“Here,” Daddy pulled cards from his pocket and handed them out. “Call my office tomorrow. I’ll let my secretary know you may be reaching out. Get a resume together and she’ll give you the email to send it to.”

I emptied my locker while Daddy talked to them. They’d all been nice to me so far, I figured it was because I’d been here forever. But if Daddy could help them, he will. Daddy Stanley was right, Daddy Crispin is a really nice guy. My nice guy, and it was time to tell him how I felt.