“I can potty by myself.” I wasn’t sure I could handle another embarrassing moment like going to the bathroom in front of my boss. But was he my boss? I wasn’t even sure I still had a job.
He knelt again in front of me. For a Dom, he spent a lot of time on his knees. I thought that was my job. I giggled.
“What are you giggling about?”
“Nothing.” But my giggles continued, which was fine by me. It made it less embarrassing to have my boss pull my panties down and sit me on a toilet.
At least he turned the faucet on to help cover the noise. My bladder wasn’t as shy as I thought.
I finished, cleaned up and stood up, but Patrick was right back to kneeling and helped me pull my panties up. He moved me toward the sink and washed my hands and my face. From the drawer, he even retrieved a brush and helped me put my hair back up and secured the bow. I watched in the mirror using the same focus on my hair as he did when he was watching a presentation or reading a report.
“All good.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
I nodded.
“Great.” He took my hand. “Let’s go.”
We walked through the nursery. There was no way to tell how long I was there. As we walked back down the hall and toward the main room, another one of the guys on our security team was manning the entrance.
“Hey, boss.” he saluted. “Kylie.”
“Hi, Frank.”
Great. Now two of my colleagues knew I spent who knows how much time in a private room doing who knows what with my boss. I let that embarrassment wash over me, but it wentaway as I stepped back into Emerald City. Before I was too distracted to notice the decor. But now, it took my breath away. I learned it took them twelve hours to redecorate a room for an event. It was impressive. Like how an arena changes from basketball to hockey on consecutive nights. They had a whole other theme planned for tomorrow night. I hoped I would get the chance to see it.
Littles and their bigs continued to play at the various stations. Patrick led me toward the dining area. A huge buffet of sweet treats covered a large table in the center.
“Hold on to me.” He moved my hand to his belt loop and picked up a plate.
“What would you like?”
There was too much to choose from, and my brain kept getting distracted by the noise, lights, and music. I jumped at the sound of a little getting spanked somewhere close by.
“Kylie.” Patrick looked concerned.
“Can I try one of everything?” I grinned up at him.
“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We might need a platter.”
He piled a copious number of treats onto the plate. I could never finish them all without getting a tummy ache, but if he would let me, I was sure going to try.
We walked back toward a table near the wall. It gave us a great vantage point of the entire room. I sat, but the hard chair made me jump right back up. It was torture on my bruised bottom. Patrick pulled me onto his lap. A waitress dressed in a black and white outfit floated by.
“Hi, Mr. Carmichael. Can I get you and your little something to drink?”
I opened my mouth to correct her, but Patrick squeezed my sore bottom. The ache shot down my legs. I wrapped my armaround him to keep from falling. I shifted, trying to ease the pressure on my sore bottom.
“Little Kylie here will have some drunken apple juice.” He answered the waitress. “I’ll have a beer.”
She nodded and floated away. Not really, but she moved as if she were on skates. An image flew across the ceiling above us.
“Are those flying monkeys?” I pointed.
“Yep.” He shivered. “Scary.”
“They aren’t scary, Daddy.” I giggled, but stopped when I realized what I’d said.
“Well, they scare me.” He continued as if it were nothing, or maybe he had freaked out when I said it before. In my more vulnerable state. “I better hold on to you, so they don’t swoop down here and snatch you away from me.”
