Chapter Twenty #2
“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.
Bowie nodded, although he’d never played make believe before, because he couldn’t include the times he pretended to have a family that wanted him.
Stop that, we’re here to have fun, he reprimanded himself, not wanting to disappoint Sweeny.
“I knew we was gonna be friends. Let me hear you roar.”
Bowie nervously glanced over at Kari once more. He gave him an encouraging smile. Bowie returned his attention to Sweeny, who wore an expectant look. He coughed to clear his throat, and because Bowie never did anything half-heartedly, he roared as loud as he could.
Sweeny clapped, bounced and giggled next to him. “You’re the bestest roarer I heard.”
Bowie blushed, smiling shyly. “What noise does a uni make?” he questioned Sweeny, intrigued.
“We don’t make lots of noise, we dance like a rainbow.”
“Really, what’s that look like?”
Bowie was tugged up off the floor with an ease that belied Sweeny’s size. “I’ll do it first, then you can copy.”
His arms flailed about in the air, and he wiggled his bottom, his head bobbing from side-to-side, sprinkling glitter everywhere. “Come on, you do it too.”
Bowie didn’t think twice before following Sweeny, giggling when the glitter landed on him and sparkled on his hands. He wasn’t sure how long they danced about for, but when they collapsed giggling on the playmat, Bowie was sweaty, and thirsty.
Then there was Daddy with a sippy cup, grinning.
“I’m thirsty,” he exclaimed, opening his lips to suck on the spout, slurping the same as Sweeny, whose Daddy had also appeared as if by magic.
When he needed to catch his breath, he rubbed at his damp lips, then squinted to see if he could look at his lips.
“Daddy did you see me dancing in the sparkles?” Bowie held up his hands watching them twinkle in the light. “Do I have sparkly lips?”
“I did. And yes, you do.”
He puckered up and when he got the kiss he wanted, he tugged back quickly, squinting, then grinned. “Now you do too, Daddy. I shared, so we’re the same. Can I have more sparkles when we go home,” he pleaded.
“You can have whatever you want, Babycakes.”
“Promise.”
“Promise.”
Bowie smiled brightly, peeking up. “Then I want Daddy never to leave.”