Don't Call Me Daddy

“Well, hello there.” A man with long white stringy hair and a toothless smile greets me. “Need a room?”

“Yes, just a couple of hours.” I nod.

“I’d take more than a couple of hours if I had you all to myself.” His smile gets wider, and he laughs.

Gross.

“I just need a room…” I reach into my wallet and pull out my credit card.

“Sorry, cash only.” He points to a sign.

“Oh.” I open my wallet and pull out the money I made from tips during my last shift. “Here, this should cover it.”

“Perfect.” He takes the money and hands me a key. “You can drop the key off with me or leave it in the room.”

I’ll definitely leave it in the room.

I walk to my hotel room, and it’s as disgusting as I imagined, but I won’t be staying long. The shower barely works and doesn’t seem to ever get hot. It’ll have to do. I remove my cheerleader uniform and turn around to look at my ass in the dingy mirror. There’s no evidence of the spanking I got last night. It felt like my ass was going to be sore for a week, but all I have is a little tenderness.

“Maybe he’ll give me another one tonight…” I mutter to myself and then step into the shower.

The shower sucks, but I make do. After I’m done, I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I want to wear something a lot nicer when I see Lawson again, so I look up a few stores on my phone. I find a couple that look promising and gather up my things.

I feel lucky to be leaving the motel without meeting a serial killer, so I let out a sigh of relief once I’m back on the road. The shower might not have been the best, but it was refreshing.

I drive downtown, do a little shopping, and check the time on my phone—it’s still pretty early. I find a bathroom to change into the new clothes I bought, do my makeup, and get a coffee from a café. I try to make it last as long as possible, but it’s still early when I finish.

Lawson didn’t really say when I should be at his place. I don’t know if he’ll be upset with me for showing up in the middle of the afternoon, but I don’t have anything else to do. I decide to risk it. Truthfully, I just want to see him—I want to talk with him—I want to spend time with him.

It doesn’t take me long to find his apartment building. I take the elevator to his floor and feel an overwhelming sense of joy when I walk up to his door.

I don’t know what tonight has in store for us, but I’m eager to fin

d out.

“Hey…” Lawson opens the door with a smile on his face. “I wasn’t expecting you until later; I haven’t even started dinner yet.”

“Should I come back later?” My eyebrows shoot up.

“Nah, come on in.” He steps back from the door. “I barely had time to clean up. Please excuse the mess.”

“It’s fine.” My smile gets wider, and I walk into his apartment.

Lawson’s apartment looks like a typical bachelor’s pad. The furniture is mismatched, the television is way too big for his living room, and the trash can is full of liquor bottles.

“I don’t know what you like to drink.” He walks into the kitchen. “I bought a couple bottles of wine. There’s a bar cart with plenty of other options.”

“I thought I was going to have to start walking the straight and narrow today.” I walk to the bar cart and look at the selection.

“Why start now?” He laughs. “You look amazing by the way.”

“Thank you.” I look down and blush. “Am I going to be in trouble later if I have a glass of wine?”

“Does it really matter?” He narrows his eyes.

“No.” I kind of hope that will be.

“Red or white?” He motions to the wine.