8. Donavan
Chapter eight
Donavan
“I’ve scored an invite to a special party.” I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about this. “It’s two days before the show, when you’ll be here.”
“Party? What kind of party?”
“It’s, uh, it’s a kink party. Super-secret.”
“Oh.” That didn’t sound as excited as I wanted him to be.
“It’s completely discreet. Every guest has been thoroughly vetted.” I didn’t want him to worry about being exposed to the general public. “What do you think?”
“Why? I mean, why go to a kink party?”
“Meet new people. There’s going to be single people looking for hookups or more.”
“I don’t want a hookup, Donny.”
I exhaled loudly. “Kay, we’ve talked about this. I can’t be your Daddy. I’m happy to play some, but you need—hell, we both need more than that.”
“You think we’ll find daddies there?”
“Maybe. At a minimum, we’ll meet new people.”
It was Kay’s turn to exhale. “What do I wear? Is it fancy?”
“No. There’s no dress code. It says be comfortable, and I imagine most people will be naked or nearly so by the end of the night.”
“Great. I guess. But…”
“Don’t overthink it. Wear your tightest jeans and your leather jacket. No shirt. That’s simple and emphasizes your fucking rock star vibes.”
“Jacket. Got it. I have to repack.”
“We’ve got this, Kay. It could be something really good for us. Worst case, it’ll be fun.”
“Better than a Gold record?”
“Probably not.” We both laughed with the tension broken. I had to figure out what I wanted to wear as well. I wanted to find daddies for both of us.