Chapter 10 Daddy Dorian
DADDY DORIAN
Phoenix was at the door with Murry and Raleigh when I pulled up behind the strip club to pick them up, pleased that they had been able to rearrange their schedule so they could attend the Murder Mystery Night supper theater with me.
Unfortunately, it had meant that they’d worked until closing the night before, after swapping places with other dancers, but I knew this would be a treat for them and something they’d never had the opportunity to experience before.
In time, I hoped to broach the subject with them about how much they made dancing at the club and if the contracts I’d offered them were sufficient to replace that income, because I really wanted them working exclusively with me.
Of course, I’d also love to one day have them moved in and living in the loft too, but I was waiting for the right clues before approaching them about it.
Hell, who was I kidding? If things trended the way they’d done so far, they’d be the ones to bring up our living arrangements long before I sussed out whether or not they were ready to discuss it yet.
I grinned as they hugged Phoenix, then rushed for the car, giggling as they piled in one after the other, instead of using different doors.
It didn’t bother me that they chose to buckle themselves in the back together, though it did make me feel a bit like a ride-share driver about to ferry two gorgeous young men to the site of a wonderful evening one of them had planned.
Hmmm.
I loved a bit of roleplaying, and now that the thought had popped into my head, I wasn’t about to let it go.
I would definitely be setting up a scenario sometime in the near future where the pair would be treated to a healthy dose of flirting from their rideshare driver.
And hopefully end with a steamy encounter where we debauched every inch of the car, inside and out.
I grinned as thoughts of what we could get up to in the warehouse garage flitted through my mind as they started firing off questions at me about my evening.
“One at a time, boys; we’ve got a short drive, so I might not be able to fill you in on everything that took place until we get back to the loft later.”
“Did you finally narrow down the list, Daddy?” Raleigh asked, cutting off Murry’s attempt to repeat the question he’d asked.
“I did indeed,” I said. “There will be eight this time, thanks to you little imps.”
Raleigh squealed, bouncing in his seat as much as the seatbelt would allow him to. “Does that mean you are going to make imp gear?”
“Indeed it does,” I said. “Thank you again for your suggestion and your advice, Murry, about putting a poll up on the website to get my clients to help narrow down the list when I couldn’t manage on my own.”
“How’d it turn out?” Murry asked.
“Imp was actually the number two choice, right behind mermaid/merman, so we will be adding both to the fantasy collection.”
Raleigh giggled, and when I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw that he was quite pleased with himself. “I knew people would like it.”
“Oh, they did; several of them messaged me to say that it would be the perfect outfit for their mischievous littles, so I’ve already made a note to up the number we produce in the initial release.”
“I can’t wait to model them.”
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” I reminded him. “I still have to sketch everything out.”
“What are the other six outfits going to be?” Murry asked.
“Well, there was a great deal of interest in pony gear after the success of the unicorn, so I’ll be designing four different sets of gear in that category to create a mini collection, since it received the third highest votes.
Fourth highest was Red Panda, another wonderful suggestion, Raleigh, and of course, we will have a traditional panda outfit to go right along with that one, because so many wrote in to ask for them too, though they weren’t a part of the poll. ”
“And the final three, Daddy, what are they going to be?” Raleigh asked, bouncing in his seat again.
“A tiger, snow leopard and a lion,” I explained, loving the way Daddy sounded rolling off his lips.
“People were extremely excited about the possibility of skintight catsuits that came in something other than the traditional, sleek black look. I am going to have fun crafting those. In fact, I was thinking that for the backs, I’d use faux fur to simulate the feel and appearance of the real thing. ”
“So, the outfits would be dual textured?” Murry asked, already catching on to some of the lingo I used when discussing the construction of the gear.
“Precisely,” I replied as we pulled up in front of the Honey Hearth B they were leaning forward in their chairs, staring in rapt attention, hanging on every word.
Occasionally, one of them would pause and jot something down on the back of their papers, while I was having too much fun observing them to make any notes of my own. I was listening enough to be able to make an educated, though likely incorrect, guess while we were enjoying dessert.
“Who do you think it is?” Murry asked as he pressed his head to my shoulder, keeping his voice low so folks at the tables beside us wouldn’t be privy to our conversations.
“Early guess, Donna Sue, after the way the judge reduced her to tears with his critique.”