“I imagine it’s a hard thing to go through alone. I’m glad you found Jay and that he is so good for you. You two look cute together.”
“Oh, thank you but I know you are teasing! Jay a whole head shorter than me and me a whole twenty years older!”
“No, it works for you. Especially with the cute MDLB thing you two have going, it’s really adorable. Truly.”
“Oh…” she said, surprised as she looked back at Jay who looked horrified. She leaned closer to Amelia. “Is it obvious? What am I doing wrong that it’s obvious?”
“Oh, no, it’s not. It’s not obvious. I’m deaf, so I see more than other people,” she whispered. “I see the way he drops his eyes to you and the way… anyway. No one else would notice. Promise.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want anyone to think he’s… you know. Off.”
“Not at all. It’s a common dynamic.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Jay asked with a nervous laugh that sounded almost hysterical.
“Girl things,” Amelia smiled. “I like her. Thank you for bringing me someone to talk to.”
“Uhh… sure,” he shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “Uhh… we weren’t going to really stay, we were stopping in on our way somewhere.”
Monica turned to Amelia with a pleased smile. “Dixie Dana and Billie the Kid are performing at Straps and Chaps! There’s a drag show every Friday night! You should come sometime.”
“I will see if I can get Luka to take me,” Amelia replied with a smile. “Though I’m not sure he would make it out of there alive.”
Monica looked at Luka and giggled. “Oh no he would not! He’d be a changed man for sure!”
Jay stood and put his chair back, then hovered near Monica.
“It was wonderful to meet you,” Amelia said, getting up to hug her. “I can’t wait to see you again! Give me someone to talk to instead of sitting and listening to these men all talk shop.”
Monica hugged her back before standing, then towered over her in her 4 inch heels when she did stand. “You are just precious, thank you Amy,” she said with a lovely smile.
Jay took her hand and made an awkward goodbye as he left.
“That was a bit uncomfortable,” one of the men said. “I mean… he does know that’s a dude, right? I mean, I don’t care if that’s what he wants, but he knows, right?”
“She isn’t a dude,” Amelia said as Luka pulled her back into his lap. “She was assigned male at birth, but she is a girl. She is just becoming in body who she has always been on the inside.”
“So… is Jay gay?” another man asked.
“Does it matter?” Luka asked. “He is what he is, all that matters is, he is club. Family. Leave his sex life out of it.”
“I like Monica,” Amelia said softly. “She just wants to be accepted and loved and she has such a huge heart.”
“As long as she takes care of our boy,” Stavo shrugged. “Layla! Another round!”
Luka took hold of Amelia’s face and turned her to look up at him as he leaned close with a smirk. “I am NOT taking you to a gay club, Cherry,” he smirked. “And we will speak later about some of the things you said.”
“What things?” she asked, a little frightened.
“Later,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
She wondered if she had done something wrong in being nice to Monica. Maybe that was for the men to decide, not her, but she just wanted her to feel less stressed and afraid. Jay too.
She stayed quiet after that, just offering smiles and nods when the other girls tried to talk to her. She didn’t know how she was supposed to act towards other people here. What was acceptable to Luka and what wasn’t.
It was late by the time Luke lifted her up in his arms and stood. “I’m takin’ this little Cherry to bed,” he told the others. “See if I can make her scream for me a few more times before sunrise.”
There was laughter as Amelia blushed and hid her face. He carried her down the hall and took her to his room, setting her on the bed gently before going to his knees in front of her and holding her arms so she couldn’t move.
“Now, tell me about what you said earlier,” he commanded.
“What part?” she asked, confused.
“The acronym. You both understood it. What were you saying to her?”
“Oh! Oh… it’s just… MDLB. Umm, Mommy dom little boy dynamic.”
“So just kinky shit?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you know about that shit?”
She turned red and looked away. “I read a lot,” she whispered.
“Yeah? What’s the opposite of that one? FDLG?”
“Huh? Oh… umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father.”
“Daddy. Right. You needin’ a daddy, Cherry?” he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need.
“No,” she whispered. “No, I…”
“Shhh,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her. He stood up and pulled her up on the bed. “On your knees, Cherry,” he ordered, undoing his pants. He pulled his half hard cock out and took hold of her hair as she tried to lean away. “Come here and suck my cock,” he demanded, his eyes still lit with something that scared her.
“I don’t want to…”
“Did I ask what you wanted or did I tell you to do something? On your knees and start sucking!” His words sounded harsh, but they weren’t. It was some sort of roleplay, an act. He pulled her head close and pressed his cock to her lips. “Open for me baby girl,” he coaxed. “Suck for Daddy. Show me how much you love me. Come on now, don’t make daddy punish you.”
“I’m not a little!” she cringed, trying to pull away.
“Little?”
“Someone who likes to pretend they are… a little kid. I’m not… that… or anything like that. Knowing what it is doesn’t mean I like it!”
“Mmmm,” he chuckled. “That’s fine. You can still suck my cock, Cherry. Open your lips for me, let me show you.”
She looked up at him, feeling her heart racing as she shook her head slightly and pressed her lips together.
“Don’t be coy, Amy,” he breathed, “open those perfect little lips for me,” he prodded, rubbing his cock over her lips. It was harder now, but the warm skin moved over her lips. She tried to move, but his grip tightened even more, hurting her and making it impossible for her to move at all.
“I don’t like this!” she whimpered through clenched teeth. “You’re hurting me!”
“Shhh, Cherry, hush. I’m not hurting you, it’s just a little rough play.”
“I don’t like it! I’m not playing!”
His lip curled as he cocked his head. “I’m not playing either. Open your fucking mouth.”
Amelia’s eyes widened slightly at his tone. He may be toying with her, but he was very serious.
She parted her lips slightly, tears welling in her eyes.
“There’s my good girl,” he smirked, tapping his cock on her parted lips. “Let me see that tongue. Slide it out here for me and lick my dick. All the way around, Cherry. Open your lips wider. There’s my good girl. See how well you can listen for me when you want to? I want you to suck my cock. Spread your lips over the top, lick it, get it nice and sloppy wet for me, then suck it. I want you choking on it for me. Come on baby, open your lips for me. It’s not hard, I will teach you. Open, Cherry. Open for me and do it nice so I don’t have to hold you down and fuck your face.”
“Stop!” she cried, breaking down sobbing. “Pleease!”