by J P Sayle
Where does this leave me?
Set up a date and see what happens, that’s where it leaves you.
Not able to argue with myself any longer, I pulled out my phone and opened the app.
DaddyL: You mentioned that you have a day off next week on Thursday, do you fancy meeting me?
Hitting send before I could change my mind, I was a little disappointed not to receive a response by the time the taxi pulled up outside the hotel. Paying the driver, I stopped at the door to chat with Rupert, the doorman. We talked about his family; his wife had been suffering from a recent cold, which had turned into pneumonia.
He’d been with the hotel for more than forty years and often said he’d learnt more about life and people by just watching the world go by. I often wondered what he thought about me. He was always friendly, but slightly reserved.
After a couple of minutes, I bid him goodbye and went off to deal with whatever was waiting for me in my office. The afternoon flew by and before I knew it I was home, sat in front of the telly, brooding over why SassyS still hadn’t responded.
Didn’t he want to meet face to face?
We’d talked about it, but as yet our work schedules hadn’t permitted it. And though next Thursday I’d still need to work, I had gone through my diary and moved several meetings so I could be free if SassyS agreed to meet. Hell, I’d even booked one of the most expensive suites in the hotel so I could spend a little time getting to know him in person.
As if that’s the only thing you want to do to him.
I sighed. All the flirting back and forth and the way I slipped into being a Daddy allayed my fear I wouldn’t be comfortable being that way in front of someone. Yeah, but you haven’t tried it yet.
I got up and threw the phone I’d been clutching in my sweaty hand onto the sofa and went to get a drink. The desperation and antsy feeling in the pit of my stomach left me undecided as to whether having an alcoholic beverage would be a good thing. I could taste bile at the back of my throat. Going to the kitchen cupboard, I took out a glass and filled it with some water instead.
The water splashed all over the counter as I darted for the door faster than a sprinter off the blocks. The sound of my phone buzzing was like the starting gun that let me loose. With wet fingers, I grabbed for my phone as I landed on the sofa in a heap, my chest heaving.
Bloody hell, pull yourself together man. My head shook at how I must look, panting and sweating over a message. I was pretty positive if anyone saw me right then, I’d be looking rather desperate.
With trembling hands I swiped at the screen and all my worries fled at seeing SassyS’s name on it. I fumbled to unlock the phone while attempting to calm my breathing.
SassyS: I’d love to meet. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.
The underlying enthusiasm quelled the worry eating at my control. I quickly typed back.
DaddyL: I work in a hotel, maybe you’d like to meet there and we can use one of the hotel rooms?
I hit send before I could chicken out. Was I being too presumptuous?
The screen lit with another message.
SassyS: That would work, but how would we do this? Will you want your work colleagues to know you’re meeting me for a…
The smile I’d been struggling to contain, fell from my lips. What were the dots about? And what had it got to do with my work colleagues?
I frowned down at the phone, when it suddenly dawned he didn’t know I managed the hotel.
DaddyL: I manage the hotel, so it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.
There I’d laid it out.
SassyS: Wow, you manage a hotel? Fuck, I’m feeling a little inadequate here.
DaddyL: Stop that right now. It’s a job, nothing more. It pays the bills.
SassyS: Okayyyyy… I can all but hear you growling at me.
Grinning, I typed out another message.
DaddyL: Damn straight you can, that might just garner you another punishment. What number are we up to now? Four.
SassyS: It’s a good job you can’t see my face Daddy.
He’d used the rolling eye emoji on more than one occasion, so taking a guess, I messaged back.
DaddyL: You’re rolling your eyes and that’s punishment five.
I waited to see what he’d do.
SassyS: Daddyyyyyy you’re making me hard and I’m at work. And you’re right I was rolling my eyes… I still am ;)
I roared with laughter at his cheekiness. Fuck I couldn’t wait to spank his arse. My cock was more than happy with the imagery floating through my head when another message came through.
SassyS: Gotta go back to work… pray for SassyS’s survival. At this rate, my balls might drop off with how blue they are.
With that the messages stopped and I sat grinning at the TV like the idiot I was.
The one that needed praying for was me, because the warmth flooding my chest spoke louder than any typed message. I was falling for the sassy boy. I just hoped that when we met he wouldn’t be disappointed in me.
The smile left my face. I glanced up at the ceiling. “If there’s a God up there, please let him like me. I swear I’m working on showing the real me.” My head rested on the back of the soft sofa pillow and I shut my eyes, trying not to think too hard about the tears welling in my eyes.
Scott
I raced to hail a taxi, my arm flailing in the air as my nerves took hold. Was I really doing this? It would seem I was, as a cab stopped and I jumped in, giving the driver the address of the hotel I was meeting my hook-up at.
Ever since Sawyer uploaded The App to my phone three weeks earlier, I’d wondered if I’d go through with actually meeting someone. The fact I’d spent all my free time messaging DaddyL, said I was more than keen.
Daddy kink was something I’d stumbled upon when a childhood friend and I were searching the net for porn. Yes we were a mere fourteen, but what can I say? Boys will be boys. What we found left me hard and interested in learning more about Daddies.
Don’t get me wrong, I had no craving for a father figure, I have a great bond with my parents. There are no skeletons in my wardrobe, none. I just liked the dynamics of that kind of relationship. The idea of being cared for and having someone make all the decisions, with maybe a little punishment for being naughty, made me yearn in ways I never had before. I came to accept that this desire was just a part of who I am.
The problem was, I’d not found that person that fitted my ideal. My past two real relationships with a Daddy, though an enjoyable dynamic, had been a little flat. They’d been reluctant to take it to the level I needed. I wanted them to treat me as their boy all the time, not just in the bedroom.
There was also my need to sometimes wear feminine underwear. It was an essential part of who I am. I loved the feel of the satin and lace against my skin. I’m an odd mix of contradictions and I felt like this might be why I’ve been single for over four years, since my last Daddy found my needs too much.
With a groan, I shut my eyes, not needing to add to my nerves with thoughts of my past relationships.
It’s only a hook-up, not a lifelong commitment. If I kept saying it, it might sink past the need for it to be more. Yeah, right.
I rolled my eyes at my own needy thoughts.
We’d finally managed to agree a date, though we still hadn’t exchanged names. And though I’d divulged my initial and surname so I could collect the room key for the hotel room he’d booked, DaddyL explained he wouldn’t reveal his name until we met in person.
Excitement coursed through my body at the reality of that happening today. The flirty messaging since I’d tapped his profile kept me on tenterhooks. He said he was new to Daddy kink, and though initially I’d been a little sceptical about meeting a newbie, he’d slipped right into the role more quickly than I’d anticipated. I’d worked on the proviso that if it didn’t work, then I didn’t have to see him again. Though, that thought often made my stomach twist into terrible knots.
; The taxi stopped outside one of the poshest hotels I’d ever seen. Oh fuck, this can’t be right. “Is this the Worthington Hotel?”
“Yeah mate, that will be twenty seven pound forty,” the guy said, not looking my way as he spoke.
The anxiety that had been riding my arse pretty hard since I’d made the date decided to gallop to the forefront. My hands trembled as I tried to fish out the money from my pocket. Chest heaving, I blinked and prayed I wasn’t about to have a panic attack in the back of the taxi.
Sucking in a deep breath, I managed to find the cash and hand it over. Actually getting out of the taxi? Yeah that would be a little harder with my knees knocking together.
I’m not sure how long I sat looking out at the austere hotel before the driver poked his head through the small glass window. “Hey, you alright back there?”
Wanting to say no, I nodded instead and with clammy hands I opened the door and stepped out of the taxi, after thanking the driver. He didn’t give me a chance to do more than step away before he took off. Shoving my hands into my jeans’ pockets, I eyed the dude stood outside the massive glass doors.
The posh outfit and top hat gave me a sense I should have made more of an effort with my clothing choices. I’d paid more attention to the lacy underwear I was wearing than to the jeans and black fitted top I’d pulled on over my underclothes.
The urge to run away and forget the whole thing weighed on me. Could I go through with this? Two weeks I’d been building myself up to this moment and now I was here, I wasn’t sure I could walk through the hotel door. The fact the place was so posh wasn’t helping my cause. Shit, he managed this place. He was so out of my league!
How was I going to manage to go to reception to pick up the room key he’d left for me? I kicked at the ground with my scuffed trainer and scowled at how I thought meeting in a hotel was a good idea. When he’d suggested a hotel, it appealed because that meant we were both free to go without the awkward moment of someone having to ask the person to leave. Or, God forbid, you overstay your welcome.
Now however, in the light of day, I wasn’t so sure this was the best idea. This guy managed a posh hotel, and I was a mere waiter. My mother often called me a heathen, posh is so not my thing. I might work in a well to do restaurant but that was different.
“Sir, are you all right? Can I help you with something?” The tall dude stood by the door, unnoticed by me, had walked towards me. His face was a neutral mask, though he sounded a little concerned. I wasn’t sure if he thought I was up to something, or if he was picking up on my panic.
I gave the best smile I could summon. “Erm…well… you see… I’m meeting a friend here.” I stopped, realising if the dude asked me for the friends name I really couldn’t say DaddyL.
“Have you been here before, Sir?”
I shook my head. I mean really, do I look like I frequent this type of hotel?
“The reception is on your left as you go through the door. I’m sure one of the staff will direct you to where you need to meet your friend.” As he spoke he stepped back to the door, opening it and encouraging me into the foyer.
My feet moved reluctantly and as the door shut at my back I heaved out a loud sigh at the gorgeous surroundings.
Why did I think this was a good idea again?
The place was beautiful, all gleaming glass and wood. The building was old, but was beautifully maintained with a lot of what had to be the original features. Massive chandeliers hung from the ornate cornices on the ceiling. There were stunning murals painted on the walls and ceiling. The seats scattered about were plush navy velvet and matched the carpet. The air was scented with expensive perfumes.
My mouth dried at the people walking around or sat in chairs. I stood out like a sore thumb, my scruffy outfit screaming imposter.
With a sweeping glance of the foyer, I spotted the reception desk. Could I do this? I glanced over my shoulder and saw the guy outside staring at me. His face was creased with speculation and something that made my feet take me to the reception. There was no way I wanted the guy following me inside to see who I was meeting.
At the desk, I stood and waited for one of the three receptionists to become free. I heard the chatter, but didn’t really pay any attention to what was being said, I was still too busy having a personal freak out.
“Good afternoon, sir, can I help you?” a sing-song voice asked, and when I glanced at the blonde with a pretty smile, I forced my head to move.
You can do this.
Stepping closer to the elaborate wooden desk, I offered what I hoped was a confident smile. “I’m collecting an envelope. The name on it is S Byers.” I’d given my initial and surname so I could collect the room key after much discussion about how we were going to do this. So I was confident I was at least not making a fool of myself. Well, that was if he hadn’t changed his mind and there was no key for me.
Unaware of my personal meltdown, the woman replied. “Please hold on sir, while I go and see if I can find it for you.” She bustled off to a counter at the back to search through some drawers.
Sweat coated my top lip. Before I could swipe at my face, she was back with a white envelope in her hand.
“Here you go, sir. Do you need anything else?”
“No thank you, that should do it.” I took the envelope and instantly realised it wasn’t a key card but a key inside. Wow! They still used old fashioned keys for the rooms.
I walked off, then remembered I’d never been in the hotel before, so was not sure where the lifts would be. I glanced around, but not seeing anything obvious, I wandered around. Seeing nothing obvious, I walked towards a broad set of doors, and poked my head around them.
There was a long empty corridor and a sign with ‘lift’ written on it. Relieved that I didn’t need to go back to ask anyone, I walked through the door and down the corridor until I got to the lift.
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of getting in the small box. For years I’d suffered from claustrophobia after friends thought it would be funny to shove me into a wardrobe and lower it to the floor and trap me inside. Those five minutes of being trapped inside that box gave me years of nightmares. I’ve never been able to cope with being shut-in, at least not for any significant amount of time.
Reassuring myself this was only going to be for a minute, I pressed the button to summon the lift with a trembling finger. There was no way I was going to walk up to the sixteenth floor and turn into a sweaty mess, so this was my only option.
You can do this. You can do this. I chanted as the doors opened and I stepped into the box.
“Hold the lift, please,” a voice called from the hallway.
I gripped the brass bar encircling the lift walls as I felt the colour drain from my face. No fucking way!
Luke
Running down the hallway, my hand raked through my hair trying to tidy it. I clutched the bag I’d retrieved from my office, for my afternoon of fun.
Though with the way my day was turning out, my date probably wouldn’t show up. It had been one disaster after another the whole morning, and all I could do was pray that that was it for the day. I’d wanted to be up in the room, ready for when my date arrived, but as I checked my watch I could see I was already running a few minutes over the time we’d planned on meeting.
I pushed through the doors leading to the lift and caught the back of someone walking into it. I raised my voice so the person who’d stepped into the lift could hear me. “Hold the lift, please.” I didn’t want to have to spend ten minutes waiting for it to return.
The lifts were one of the many things that were always on my agenda for an upgrade. And the one that was now waiting for me tended to misbehave the most.
I went to smile as I stepped into the lift to thank the person for holding the door, but it froze on my face. Blinking, my mouth opened then shut twice before I could speak. “What are you doing here?” It came out as a husky demand, and I cursed for not keeping better control of myself.
“It’s none of your business why I’m here. I’m not at work now, so I don’t have to be nice to you.” His voice trembled and the sulky tone were more than enough to stir up the arousal I usually felt when I was anywhere near him.
I stepped into the lift to allow the door to close. The space seemed to shrink as the scent of Scott’s cologne took up all the air. Inhaling was the worst idea, my cock twitching as my senses swam in the delicious smell.
Fuck a duck, this will not do. I eased back and leant against the mirrored wall. You’re meeting a guy for a date, so let it go, I reminded myself, even as my trousers tightened further over my groin.
“What floor?”
My mouth dried up, preventing me from saying any more. Waves of lust were attacking me, derailing any thoughts I had of meeting SassyS. Sorting a date through The App now seemed like the worst idea, with the man I’d dreamed about on more than one occasion stood not more than two feet from me. I’d thought with the attraction building between me and SassyS, I would have been able to let go of my attraction to Scott. It seemed not!
“The sixteen floor, please.”
The please sounded more like a fuck you, but my gut was too busy tying itself in knots to think about that. The sixteen floor was where I was going to meet SassyS. I got an itch at the back of my neck and my intuition screamed this was no coincidence. SassyS, was the S for Scott?
I found myself asking, “Are you booked into the hotel? I wasn’t aware you liked to stay here?”
Scott’s already pale face turned a horrible shade of grey while his hands shoved into his pocket. I caught sight of the envelope in his hand before it disappeared from view.
My heart sank. No, it can’t be Scott who I’d made plans to meet, surely the universe wouldn’t do that to me?
