Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Tuesday evening found Jennifer sitting on her couch waiting for Gary to arrive. She needed gossip and the chance to vent after what had honestly been one of the oddest days of her life. It had started with a morning text from Coop that started her day with a smile. It was a picture of an apple orchard with a few chocolate labs running through the trees. There were no words of explanation, but it still made her smile.

When Gary arrived, he came into her small condo armed with Chinese takeout and a smile. “Ok sweetie, please tell me what happened. I could not tell from the tone of your voice if you were laughing or crying when you called me this morning. Had you not assured me that you were OK, I would have been right over.”

Without a word she jumped up and as soon as his hands were free she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing with all of her strength. “I love you, you know that, right? There is nothing wrong, but when I called you this morning I was a bit all over the place. Today has been a day.”

Gary pulled back and looked closely at her face before sitting right next to her on the couch, reaching for the cold beer that she had waiting for him. “Spill.” The one word command was given with a smile as he started opening the chinese food cases.

Over the next few minutes she told him about the b**m account, how she had given Coop her number, and even showed him the picture from that morning, causing him to coo over the cute dogs as well. Next she decided to go into the most and least interesting part.

“So I decided to meet this man for coffee.” Rather than trying to explain, she handed him the phone with Bob’s picture and profile pulled up. She nearly lost her composure when Gary almost spit his beer across the room.

“Why on earth would you ever want to date someone this boring? Was the pharmacy out of Ambian? Geez, judging by this, you would be asleep long before you could ever discover if he was a decent lay!”

Jennifer started laughing, enjoying the feeling of her pent-up stress being released. “Unfortunately you don't know the half of it. Listen to this.” Taking a drink of her tea, she settled back and began to tell him what had happened.

“So I met him at Java Joe's, the cozy coffee shop downtown. Apparently, he works in the accounting firm across the street.

The first thing I noticed was that Bob, was dressed in a beige sweater and khakis, a look that nearly made me snort remembering his comment about comparing shades of beige at the paint store. The look on his face was so blank that I nearly turned around and left. Almost immediately I realized that his profile was not a joke.”

Gary's jaw dropped as he looked at his friend, gesturing at her to continue.

“So I walked over to him and introduced myself before taking a seat. At no point did he express any form of emotion, it was as if his face was frozen. We ordered drinks—Bob with his plain black coffee and I ordered a black tea. Before I could say anything, he started telling me the history of the teabag. Not about tea, or the different varieties, just about how they make tea bags. As soon as we settled in our seats, I braced herself for what I expected to be a long and painfully boring conversation. I was right.”

Grabbing an egg roll, she continued. “Before the first sip of my tea, I was already regretting the decision to meet this walking embodiment of tedium. He proceeded to share riveting details about his career as an accountant, his eyes gleaming with passion for spreadsheets and tax codes. When I tried to turn the conversation to more stimulating topics.

The conversation limped along, with Bob discussing his hobbies—which held little more interest than the fake ones he had listed on his profile. Stamp collecting, coin collecting and reading British classics.”

Gary gave up trying to hide his enjoyment of this monologue, laughing while he motioned for her to continue.’

“After what felt like an eternity of excruciatingly uninteresting banter, Bob dropped the bomb. He thought things were going really well and wanted to know if I wanted to meet for a second date. I sat there feeling like I had taken a sleeping pill and tried to figure out how to decline without insulting him.”

“Oh no. What did you say? Please tell me that you did not tell him the truth?”

A blush swept over her cheeks as she smiled. “I told him the complete truth. I said that I was secretly into b**m and thought that his profile had been written in code because no one could be that boring.”

Gary flopped back against the couch grinning. “Well played. I am assuming that he was not a fan of that answer.”

“Not really. But it gave me a warm-up to meet with a couple of my clients that want me to take on more work. You and I both know that it is not what I want but I am struggling to say no.”

“Just tell them the truth, you are a masochist that does not need to work another day. You can live off your investments comfortably and only work because you are twisted and enjoy it.” Gary's words triggered another smile from Jennifer.

“Look who’s talking. You may not have quite the same nest egg, but if I told you that you would never be allowed in the botanical gardens again your botanist heart would wither.” As they both sat there laughing, the tell-tale alert on Jennifer's phone announced an incoming message. Before she could grab it Gary had it, typing in her passcode and holding it out of her reach. “Look at this. A message from Coop, I wonder what it says.” With a flick of his finger he opened the chat.

Knowing that there was no point in struggling for the phone at this point, Jennifer sat back watching her best friend’s face. When she noticed his eyes widening slightly, she knew that this was not another innocent picture. As she started to move, he handed her the phone saying, “I have never been so turned on. Does he have a younger, gayer brother? Or maybe we can talk about sharing him?”

Looking at the phone, Jennifer nearly dropped it when she saw the picture on the screen. It showed a man, who she assumed was Coop, laying in a hammock with one of the dogs from this morning's picture stretched over his lap. There were small wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled into the camera, the arm that was stretched over his head bulging to the point that it stretched the sleeve of his tee-shirt. Even knowing their age difference, she did not think she had ever been so attracted to a person, and she wondered if it was because of the connection they had already cultivated or if it was in addition to it.

She quickly read the message that appeared. “Good evening Baby Girl. I hope you had a wonderful day, even with what I expect was a disastrous date. You asked about former subs earlier and I will be honest. When I was first in the life, I had many, as is common for a Dom learning the lifestyle. Each taught me about being a Dom, myself, my needs, and how to fill their needs. In the past twenty years I have had 2 subs, one lasting 5 years and one lasting 7. I consider myself a Daddy Dom because I need to combine power exchange with elements of caregiving. I do not get off on whips and chains but on seeing my girl taken care of. Knowing that she has everything that she needs to be the best version of herself and guiding her to that point. Please realize that does not mean I want to change her to what I think she should be, but to explore and work toward her own goals with my support. And, when needed, pink up her behind as a reminder that actions have consequences.

Now, how did the date go? Was he what you needed? Have you thought about any more of the questions we discussed? I don't want to seem pushy, but would you like the number of one of my former subs so that you can discuss things with someone that might understand? I hope to hear from you and that you are not too offended at me sending a picture, but I find it easier knowing that you will be picturing me when we speak, not some random guy.”

Jennifer sat back on the couch blushing and trying to figure out what to say to Gary, who was sitting uncharacteristically silent next to her.

“So that's coop.” Even as she said the words she knew how mundane they sounded.

Gary smirked. “Boy is he. Look sweetie, you know that I will support anything you do, but I have to say. You are reacting to this text like a kiss. Don’t stop yourself from talking to him because you have made up a list of reasons that it will not work. Now give me that phone and smile because that man needs to see what woman he is talking to!”

With a laugh, Jennifer posed for a picture and sent it to Coop. Maybe today had not been as bad as she had thought it was.