Poolside Daddy

WITH SCHOOL BEING OUT for the summer, it means I need to work full time at The Pitt just to pay the dorm rent. Since I’m not taking classes, I can’t use financial aid to finance my lifestyle. Which is fine with me, seeing as summer school has been known to be worse than normal semesters since it’s so condensed.

I’m in the middle of drawing up a schedule for Morgan when my phone rings. I check the screen—it isn’t a number I recognize, but you know me. I answer it anyway.

“Mr. James?”

I recognize the raspy voice immediately.

“Tiny?”

“Daddy requests the privilege of meeting,” he says.

“Tiny, in my experience Daddy doesn’t really make ‘requests’,” I say.

“Okay, well come out to the car. You know how much gas costs these days.”

Daddy must have me LoJacked or something because he always seems to know where I am—like, all the time.

“Sure, I’ll be right out.”

I disconnect the call and grab a shirt from the back of the chair, then head outside.

Tiny is standing in front of a stretch hummer.

“Holy shit,” I say to myself. If someone sees me getting in that thing, they’re gonna think I’m a prostitute for sure.

I stride over, looking over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure no one’s watching. He opens the back door and I climb inside.

Daddy is already in the back, sitting further up.

“Hey Daddy?”

“Are you being a good boy?” he asks with a steely smile.

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