“Sorry, Daddy. I’m so ‘cited. I want to dance and play with Joey.”
“Let me get ready then…”
“Okay.” He shouted from downstairs, then I heard music. He was going to dance himself out before we ever got to the club.
I took a quick shower and got dressed in a pair of white slacks and a short-sleeve button-up shirt with a dark green pattern thatlooked like a modern take on a Hawaiian print. I paired my outfit with leather ankle boots. I didn’t think it looked too bad. This could be a fun night, even if it wasn’t what I’d originally planned.
When I made it to the living room, I turned off the music. Cody stopped dancing and looked at me before whistling low. “You look good, Daddy.”
“You do too.” He’d found his skinny black suspenders and attached them and had already put on his Doc Marten shoes with ankle socks. He was simply charming.
“Yay! Let’s go then. I’ll text Joey on the way.” Out the door he went without looking back.
Afterglow was one of our favorite places to go. It gave us an outlet to cut loose and hang out with our friends. After the long trip, I was surprised that Cody wanted more time with our friends. But it was actually more about blowing off steam and having permission to be little. I was all for that.
The lights were low and dance music was playing when we walked in the front doors. After showing our membership cards, we headed for the bar. “What would you like to drink?”
“Only water. I want to play later.”
“You got it.” I ordered two waters, because I would never let him go into No Limits, the back part of the club where people got up to all kinds of kinky things, alone.You had to pass a breathalyzer test to get in. Maybe that seemed counterproductive for income, but the membership fees probably covered it. They often held public events that generated more money as well. For the owners, it was more important for No Limits to be a safe space. So you had to be sober to play, whether that meant the little room, the dungeon area, or a private room.
I handed Cody his water, and he took a long drink. “Let’s dance, Daddy.” He had to practically shout over the loud music. He took my hand and led me to the floor. I didn’t mind dancing with my boy like a lot of other daddies might. Crow was usually hesitant unless it was slow dancing, but I liked to be close when Cody was shaking his fine ass. That protective streak in me would not die.
Cody threw his hand in the air and wiggled as he turned before backing up to me. I grabbed his hips and leaned into him. He smelled like the shampoo we shared at my place. It was supposed to smell like the ocean, but I didn’t think it did. It was more like citrus and roses. Still, it was nice wafting up from Cody in an alluring way.
We danced like that, his back to my front for a few minutes, his moves making my dick harder by the second. It was impossible not to be aroused by him. Then Joey and Vince showed up with Joey jumping up and down and waving his hands in the air, which, of course, got Cody going too. Before I knew it, theLittle Showwas going down on the dancefloor with Vince and me shaking our heads and laughing.
As Cody and Joey danced around, Danny and Levi joined them. It seemed as if these four were now a tight-knit group after the Pride Trip. There were always a few other littles around the club, but these guys were solid, and their friendship mirrored the daddies. Vince, Lee, and Hudson were all good friends of mine. Lee hadn’t been as close, but had probably been pulledinto the group more since Danny was such good friends with Levi. But they were also all good friends with Skyler, whose daddy was my best friend, Crow, even though Skyler wasn’t a little. I still suspected he was a middle, though, and sometimes he hung out with them in the little room.
Wow, our group was so interconnected. It was nice to have such a social group of close friends. Hell, I considered them family. I breathed easier knowing they were all around us, sharing the evening.
Before I got a chance to see if they wanted to go play in No Limits, the D.J. was on the mic. “Hey, hey, hey…we have a regular dance party going on here tonight. Yeah. Time to really get your groove on. We’re going to have us a dance contest. Mr. Stryker will pick the contestants, and then Master Braxton will have all the bartenders and staff hand out ballots. They all go in the box Mr. Stryker is setting up on the bar. It’s a vote by number. First, Mr. Stryker, please hand out the numbers…” His deep voice trailed off like some kind of radio announcement.
Vince leaned into me, bumping shoulders. “Did you know about this?”
“No.” I shook my head and watched as Stryker, who was a relatively new addition to the club, handed out paper numbers to some of the guys on the floor. He’d started showing up more and more after the big renovation and was apparently becoming more involved in activities, too. He handed numbers to our littles. All except Skyler.
“Now, if you don’t have a number, move to the side so these contestants can show their thing.” As the DJ finished, people left the dancefloor, leaving ten guys in the middle, four of whom were our littles.
Skyler stood next to Crow and crossed his arms over his chest, scowling deeply. “No fair.”
Crow bent low, comforting him, though I couldn’t hear what he said, but it had Skyler laughing, whatever it was.
“Daddy, look.” Joey held his number over his head, waving it. “I’m a dancer!”
Vince nodded and waved, then the staff moved around to help them pin the papers to their shirts so everyone could see the numbers. It only took a minute to set everything up, and it seemed everyone was on board with the competition. The club members around the room whistled and catcalled when the music started, and the DJ spoke over the noise. “Alright…let’s get this started. Shake your things, boys!”
And they did. For the whole song, only those ten were on the floor, and everyone clapped, only moving away from the show when handed a ballot and a pencil.
As the song finished up, the DJ spoke again. “Only vote once now. Get them in the box…go now.”
Music played softly in the background as everyone dropped their ballots in the box and Stryker spoke with each of the dancers, writing something on a legal pad as he did.
“One more minute until ballots close.” The DJ knew what he was doing with this. I would have probably messed things up by now. “We’ll play another song and everyone can dance while the votes are tallied…and are we ready? Mix Master Mike!” Everyone looked over to the bar, where the bartender, Mike, gave a thumbs-up. “Okay, let’s tip it off now with this…” Music started up. “Alright…DJ Trippin’ Troy Train in the house.” Then the volume of the music increased, and a bunch of people flooded the floor, including me, because all I could see was the possibility of Cody or one of the others getting bowled over.
I grabbed my boy’s hand, pulling him to me. “I did it, Daddy. I danced my ass off.”
He looked so happy, I didn’t even have the heart to correct his bad language. Instead, I hugged him tightly to my chest.The other daddies claimed their boys, and we danced together in the middle of the floor with many others. It quickly became a hot, sweaty, gyrating mass of bodies all pressed together. Every now and then, the DJ said something over the mic, but I wasn’t listening at all.
