Big Baby

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Zora

“We’ve got a boob guy,” Bailey said, sinking down into the chair beside me with a sigh.

“What?”

Bailey, my boss, or near enough at this stage, leaned her body closer to mine and slammed her tablet in front of me. “A boob guy, you want in?”

We worked in a sex club with a unique selling point, and while things had changed over the last few months, safer regulations and rules, much remained the same. We still fucked paying customers. We still got paid to fulfill fantasies and pretend we wanted them too.

This place used to be far from above board, and the path to keeping us all safe, to preventing any more disasters, was a slow one.

Bailey had taken over from the former boss and was still finding her feet. So, it wasn’t unusual for an old-style booking to slip through the net. I’d never even done one… had only worked here a few months.

“Tell me more,” I said, looking down at the tablet, skimming through the messages between… JurassicPork69 and the club. Fuck me, JurassicPork69. Original. And… shit, he was a kinky guy, very open about what he wanted. There’d be no messing about tonight, trying to coax him into letting me in…

Ooh, does that make me excited or scared?

Yes, we set up scenarios, whatever kink our client desired, and we did it fucking well. And they knew we were professionals, but sometimes they’d be too shy to open up right away.

“He knows it’s fake?” I asked, looking up from the tablet, just confirming.

The rest of the folk working tonight skittered around the staff room, most in a state of half-dressed or just-fucked.

Noah, one of Bailey’s partners, was helping one of our new starters fit into a leather chest harness.

Neither of them was getting on well with it, and the barrage of curses coming from that corner of the room had me smirking.

Noah, in his deep desire to be helpful, always got himself into tricky situations. Most of the time, it was him strapping his staff into gadgets or fastening our chains before our client walked in. Always with a good luck and a kiss on the forehead as he left us alone to watch through the cameras.

“He’s cheating on his wife,” Bailey said, laughing at her boyfriend too.

“JurassicPork69 wants to suck your tits – you need more than that? No sex, so I thought it would work for you,” she asked, eyebrow raised, her eyes jumping over to Noah and Davey with a hint of annoyance.

She totally wanted to jump in and help, the mother hen that she was.

Bailey and Noah, their other partner too, were the sweetest. They set the whole tone of this place as one of love and camaraderie.

“Go,” I muttered, tipping my head in Noah’s direction. “I’ll read through the notes. When’s he coming in?”

Bailey stood up, rolling her sleeves to her elbows and beginning to stride across the room. “Last minute booking, you’ve got forty-five minutes.” She paused and studied me for a moment. “That okay?”

“For sure.”

Perfect. Enough time to pamper the girls on my chest stuffed into the cheapest bra I owned.

I looked down at my chest, an area of my body I had to grow to love after years of teasing because they came in so early.

They were big, soft and hung a little lower than I wanted without a bra on, but for something like this, a horny guy with a lactation kink and probable mommy issues, they were spectacular.

Big, round and perky boobs wouldn’t do for this.

Giving my tits a squeeze, I heaved my big ass off the seat and headed to the shared closet to find the perfect slutty mommy outfit.

I was here for a night of admin and maybe a dance on the stage in the club upstairs, but this?

This might be fun.

So often my job meant being degraded, being used for my holes or the rest of my body, being put into strange positions, used in ways I couldn’t even invent in my head.

Before Bailey took over, this job wasn’t safe.

These bad positions ended in damaged bodies or minds.

We’d had other workers go missing, quit in desperation mid-scene or work beyond their limits out of need.

Bailey changed all that, and the difference was wild.

Setting up this session was a pleasant break from the norm, less whips and chains and more…

soft lighting and billowing fabrics. Sure, we still accepted all the degrading shit, but it was managed with so, so much care now.

Everything from better security to background checks.

Even for something basic like lactation and tit-sucking, each step was safe, watched, researched.

I read through more of JurassicPork69’s notes and set the scene in one of our softer rooms. Low lighting, a plush bed and a deep, cushioned sectional made the room seem cozy, homely.

That’s what he wanted, comforting and warm, a place to relax and sink after a long, stressful day.

He’d made no mention of a mommy kink after all, only a long-running obsession with tits and sucking on them.

I would take care of him; he would take care of me.

My excitement bubbled through me as the time crept closer, and I got myself into position, perched on the sectional with a book in hand and two glasses of white wine on the coffee table.

I kicked my feet up and relaxed, waiting him out.

If he wasn’t here to schedule, the whole thing would be canceled.

JurassicPork69 knocked on the door a minute past the scheduled time.

“Come in!” I called, trying to put on my best gentle, light voice.

I’d styled my strawberry blonde hair in soft ringlets, and wore a see-through pale pink nightgown and robe, with slippers on my feet.

It was so cozy I might have dozed off myself if he hadn’t knocked when he did.

The doorknob turned, and my client walked in.

Though of course, we wouldn’t be calling him that tonight.

Ah, handsome. Nice. Tall, too.

Light brown hair fell over his eyes, his head ducked down as if afraid to look up.

It was an interesting vibe for someone so enormous.

He was huge, so tall he almost had to duck into the room, with big muscles, a soft stomach and…

Christ, the biggest feet I’d ever seen. But even looking awkward as he did, he held it well.

Moved and stood with a confident ease in his body despite his bowed head.

I wanted to curl up on his lap and snuggle into his chest, enjoy his trunk-like arms wrapping around me and squeeze…

“Hello,” I said, knowing to stay where I lounged, peering up at him with a serene expression on my face.

“Can I come in?” he asked. “Are you… Rosa?” Fuck, he was acting so shy. Red flushed up his neck and cheeks. This was part of his act though, not a product of real nerves, at least, I assumed.

“Yes, sweet thing, I’m Rosa.” I smiled, hoping he’d look up. “It’s nice to meet you.” A pause. “Do you want to come here?”

He nodded, shut the door with a soft snick behind him, and took a few tentative steps toward me. I knew this was part of the game he wanted, that he likely wasn’t anything like this in real life, but it was incredible to watch. He sank into the role with such beauty.

“Onto your knees,” I told him when he was at the sofa. “Let me see you.” I kept everything calm, soft, slow, gentle.

He obliged, of course, dropping his large body down so he was almost my height, still taller than me where I sat, though, which only brought a frisson of excitement rippling through me.

I placed my slippered feet on the floor and put the book down, leaving it open on the page I was on – I’d picked it at random but it was pretty fucking good.

“Can you give me a name?” I asked him, reluctant to use Jurassic fucking Pork.

He hesitated, then, “Harry.”

“Hi, Harry.” I rested a hand on his cheek, cupped his face, and stroked right under his pretty, bright eyes, making him meet my gaze.

We were almost face to face here, and when our eyes locked, my breath caught for just a moment.

His irises were so damn green, so vulnerable and alive with need.

I wanted to kiss him, to lay waste to whatever negative feelings he was having and replace them only with good.

It was a powerful sensation, one I didn’t often have here.

This was… clinical in my head, usually. It was a rare client that made me feel anything beyond physical.

He bit his pouty lip into his mouth, his white teeth poking out, and I had to taste. I just fucking had to. He hadn’t asked for kissing, but it wasn’t on his limits, so I leaned in. Slow enough he could pull back with no hard feelings, but he didn’t.

Just a soft one, a peck on the mouth, and it was magic. He groaned, sighed out a little huff of air, and moved his lips a fraction against mine. God, he was so warm, so sweet. My entire body buzzed from that simple touch alone. My blood raced through my veins with excitement.

When I pulled away, I wanted to dive right back into this man. To own him, let him own me. It was insane, but a possessiveness washed over me without my consent. In that moment, I didn’t want to question it, just ride through whatever this was going to bring…

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said then, falling back into the role play, reminding me what I was doing here. You’re working, Zora. Working.

“She won’t know.” I played along, enjoying the thrill of pretending to cheat.

Of course, he might actually be cheating, but I didn’t know for sure.

Couldn’t police it. If he wanted to pay for sex, and I wanted to be paid for it, we made the perfect team.

What occurred outside these doors wasn’t something within my control.

“We have to be careful. She’s only in the other room…” Harry groaned when I ran my nails through his hair, to distract him away from the mystery wife. The woman he was sneaking off from to fuck around with someone else.

“Shh,” I hummed. “She’s busy. Come here. I need you to touch me.”