Page 2 of Milk Drunk

Jerk knew me too freaking well. "I'm fine. I’m just thinking."

"About what?"

I shrugged and pulled forward. "Nothing important."

By the time we pulled into Primal, the lot was already half full. Cars were quickly filing in, so I found a spot at the end and parked. It was going to be one of their more successful events from the looks of things.

The closer we got to the door, the louder the music became. The tension rolled off me and we hadn’t even gotten inside yet. This was gonna be a fun night no matter who I did or didn’t go home with.

“Beau. Jason. Good to see you guys.” Bobby, the bouncer, waved us in.

Inside, Littles in onesies and jammies were huddled around one side while the Daddies in the room stayed on the other, waiting to be approached. That’s the way it worked. Littles made first contact. Always. The rule was in place for safety, and I loved that it gave the Littles the power. I played at a club without that rule once and never again. It changed the vibe completely.

"Have fun." Beau nudged me toward the couch as he headed toward the bar. "Good luck finding the one."

I wanted to flip him off but he wasn’t looking at me anymore and it would’ve been wasted on him. I grabbed a bottle of water from the snack table and headed to the couch reserved for me. There was already a line forming. It was going to be a great night. I got comfortable and settled in.

Jimmy was the first to climb into my lap. He was a sweet boy who had two Daddies but liked to get fresh milk now and then. They’d offered to pay me to make house calls a few times over the years, but I didn’t do that often. Being the outsider looking in on a loving relationship always messed with my head for longer than whatever amount of money they paid was worth.

But it was nice to have him pressed up against me with a content look on his face as he gently sucked from my chest. I had to limit him to five minutes to make sure I had enough for everyone. I was lucky to be an overproducer on nights like this and could give them that much time. It was part of the reason my line always tended to be the longest.

Jimmy was deep in Little-space when his time was up and had to be carried off my lap by his Daddy Dale.

“Thanks, Jason. He was really looking forward to seeing you.” Dale adjusted Jimmy in his arms and stepped back so Sammy could lie across my lap.

“Anytime.” I turned my attention to Sammy and helped him settle in. “You thirsty, sweet boy?”

Sammy nodded and pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Milkies, pweeze.”

“Of course.” I held his head in place as he latched on and then took a look around the room.

Primal always hired the best of the best, and tonight, that meant Casey was in the DJ booth. He was focused on his job with his head bobbing to the music and his full concentration on mixing tracks as one song ended and a new one began.

It was easy to see why he was so popular.

I’d seen him a few times but never had a chance to talk to him because he was always working. And because he came in his Little clothes, I wasn’t allowed to approach him. The first time I saw him DJ, I thought he might’ve been dressed up to fit the atmosphere, but now I knew better. He was a Little, and he liked fresh milk. Last time, he asked for milk after we were done for the night. I’d felt bad and promised myself that if he came again, I’d be sure to save some for him.

After a handful of Littles had their five minutes, I took a break and hand-expressed a cup for Casey. He gave us all the amazing music, so it was only fair he had some milkies to drink while he was working.

Bent over his equipment with one ear covered with a headphone and one hand bouncing in the air, he was so damn cute. I just hoped he liked my milk.

If I was lucky, maybe I’d catch his eye at the end of the night and he’d decide to get his milk from the source.

But until then, I had a line of boys waiting for their turn.

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CASEY

DJing at Primal was the best gig ever. I got a free membership for working just a handful of nights each year. If I were more active in the kink scene, I would have paid for my own membership. But it was expensive, and I didn't get out there very often, so it wasn’t worth the cost. Taking these gigs allowed me to have access to people like me while doing what I loved most and making bank.

Talk about a win-win.

Working the Little parties were my favorite because I could participate vicariously by being so close to the action.

And participating vicariously was kinda my only option since I didn't have a Daddy of my own. Not yet, anyway. I could go and play alone like some of the others did, but that wasn’t something I was ready for. I might not ever be ready for solo outings, and that was okay too.

But this worked until a Daddy and I connected.