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Despite my ruthless reputation, what I dreamed of finding was a sweet Little girl of my own. Someone who would help me forget the darker side of life and share their joy of life’s simple pleasures with me. I wanted a sub who needed to hand over control and let me take on their burdens for them. A person I could cherish, spoil, and guide into their best life. A woman who wouldn’t expect extravagant gifts, but would still cherish anything I gave her.
I couldn’t blame him for judging me. It was well known Angel saw his clubs as places for submissives to build a safe community and live out their dreams. The exorbitant fees Dominants paid to join went to further the community and support the memberships of the submissives he and his team found and tempted into joining. Because of this, he had a diverse membership of submissives that included a number of Littles, Kittens, Pups and Ponies.
“Please call me Gabriel.” We shook hands and I appreciated that his grip was strong, but not hard. He wasn’t trying to prove anything.
“Of course, Gabriel. When I first got your application, I was hesitant to even consider you for the Masters membership. That you were applying as a Daddy…” He shrugged and the gesture expressed both an apology and an explanation. “I discounted you completely. I am very protective of those subs in the more vulnerable roles.”
“I understand why you might have hesitated. I pay my media team well to make people think a certain way about me. I hope you understand now ‘The Destroyer’ is not who I am in my private life.”
“Rocco was very persuasive on your behalf when we talked. I was pleasantly surprised by what my investigators found. It is not often I am surprised.”
“Surprised enough to let us join?” Rocco asked. He hated my reputation more than I did, though we both agreed it was important. No longer having to deal with judgmental glares and being hassled by wannabe tough guys was one of the things I looked forward to most in retirement.
“For a probationary trial, yes. You both normally live closer to my New York location.”
Rocco and I nodded our agreement.
“I understand you will be here for a month. During that time, you will be given access to the Littles’ Playground and Penthouse Lounge, but not the private rooms or any of the other sections. Once your probationary period is up, we’ll talk again.”
Since the Littles’ playground was the only part of the club that interested me, I didn’t have a problem with those conditions. “Thank you.”
“Let me take you down there now and show you around while security creates your membership cards.”
My body hummed with anticipation as we stepped out of the elevator and into The Playground. I’d heard stories, but none of them did justice to the reality. A massive room that was sectioned off only by different colors of matts on the floor. The ceiling was so high I was pretty sure it had to take up two stories and far off in the corner I saw a giant playset with several Little boys playing on it. There was everything a Big or Little could want from a changing station area to rows of old-fashioned video games. Tables and seating were scattered throughout, breaking up the large space into more intimate settings.
“This is much larger than I expected.” Rocco looked around and seemed to be as impressed as I was.
“I know, I spoil them.” The tender tone in Angel’s voice relaxed something inside me. “Officially we have over fifty Littles and at least the same number of Middles as members. At this location, I only have about half that number of Bigs who are members, so keeping the Little ones happy and out of trouble is a full-time job for many of my staff.”
The idea of so many people in the ageplay lifestyle being in one location was both unbelievable and exciting. In the years since I’d discovered I was a Daddy, I’d considered myself lucky to find one or two unattached Littles at a club, and unfortunately had never connected with any of them for more than a short period of time. I could already tell this experience would be different. There were only a few people around, but it was a weeknight.
Angel walked us through the room, pointing out the different activities that were available. A group of six Little girls were playing together and giggling while doing some strange dance that had them walking backward. At their center, seated at a table, was a delicate, fairy-like woman who stole my breath. She had porcelain skin flushed with an adorable blush and eyes that even at this distance, I could tell sparkled with joy. Her dark hair was up in a severe ponytail that contrasted with her delicate looks.
Did she ever wear it down?
The urge to get closer to her was almost overwhelming, but I didn’t want to interrupt their fun. As Angel walked us nearer to the girls my curiosity grew.
Her laugh was so carefree and musical it seemed to carry across the room. Would her voice be the same? Would she be scared of me since I was so much bigger than her, or would she be sassy and unafraid?
“Do the matching black tutus mean anything?” I asked, the thought blurting out of my mouth. All five girls were wearing it like a uniform over their clothes. Was it a costume or something else, like an indication they were already taken? It would be just my luck to find myself attracted so strongly to someone unavailable.
Angel chuckled. “The tutus are the official uniform of the LJGs. That group of women get up to more mischief than the other Littles combined.”
Rocco’s smile was indulgent as he looked over the group of women. “LJGs?”
“Little Jersey Girls. They?—”
“FIGHT!”
At the screamed word my adrenaline raced through me, and I scanned the room for danger. I saw nothing chasing them, but all six were sprinting in different directions. Rocco's laugh and Angel’s groan slowed my pulse. The girls had apparently reached their destinations of different couches and ripped the cushions off the seats without hesitation.
They charged at each other, giving out loud cries like warriors racing to do battle. They giggled and laughed all while smashing each other with their fluffy impromptu weapons. The beautiful dark pixie of a woman wasn’t as brash as some of her friends. She ducked and weaved, only occasionally managing to land a sneaky blow.
Without thinking I moved closer, wanting to be part of the fun. The girls would need a scolding for the chaos later, but until then I wanted to soak in their joy, even if for only a few minutes. There was a wild no-holds-barred style to the skirmish, which knocked over the table and chairs and one of the girls must have managed to split the cushion she was using because bits of fluff were starting to scatter around them.
The girl who had captured my attention ducked under a swipe from her friends. As she came up from her crouch our gazes met. This close, I could see the bright emerald of her eyes. Time froze for a second as I lost myself in their depths. The intensity of the connection between us was so strong that even in the middle of chaos I felt a moment of rightness and peace.
A large cushion smacking her in the face burst the tranquil bubble. I watched in horror as she stumbled backward over a fallen chair. The sound of her head hitting the ground was too loud and I sprinted toward her, ignoring the shock of pain from my back as I moved.
