me & tomfoolery

Permission | Gary Payton II Short Story

Mr. Payton can tickle me with his nose, ANYTIME.

"Dwayne, what's the safe word?" The black feather teased the skin along his chest. "I don't need it." He chuckled knowing that his sensory settings were beginning to take off. "We've talked about this, just tell me the safe word."

"Melatonin."

"Exactly, now let's have some fun."

Three months ago.....

Gary sighed as he waited for his father at JFK airport. This was a job for a servant, he didn't understand why his father was making him do that dirty work. Gary Payton Sr., a business man with unlimited access to anything in the world. His son, living in his shadow.

"Son, glad you're on time. Missed ya kid. How's it been?" Senior greeted. He was ecstatic to be seeing his son after so long. "It's been cool."

To Gary, something was off about his father. He had never showed interest in his well being and it felt— genuine.

"Where are we off to?"

IL Punto is where they would be having dinner, secluded from everyone to discuss Payton business. Senior eventually wanted his son to take over the business. He was driven, smart and a real leader when he applied himself. Problem is, Gary never applied himself.

"Fourth quarter sales seem to be through the rough in your division son. That's great."

"Thanks. I tried a new method this time." Gary shrugged. "Well, it worked. An 150% profit difference. What motivated the change?"

Gary's motivation came from the Forbes under 30 list and not making it yet. At 28, he only had a limited amount of time before he wouldn't qualify. All he had was his work ethic, there wasn't a significant other to worry about and that is the last thing he was worried about.

"Just all apart of keeping up. That's what you wanted right?" Senior had high hopes for his children, of course he wanted his heir to find his passion and happiness. "Indeed. Now son, how is your mother?" Gary didn't like talking about his parents to one another. Right now they were seperated and it hit him the hardest. His sister had a husband and a child that could fill that childlike pain, Gary had to do it alone.

"She's umm—good. She's good."

"I'm glad. I miss her."

If Senior didn't work so much, maybe he could save his marriage. The work schedule at Payton Enterprises was gruesome. Long hours and seven day work weeks. This is part of the reason Senior pushed Gary to do more, so he could do less.

"What is it that we're about to do?" Gary was exhausted from his day, running around for his father, work, working out, dinner. He wanted to return to his condo and wine down. "Before we go, do you have your most recent STD test?" He vscruned his face a his father's request.

"I'm clean pops, why?"

'You're going on a road trip with me."

The drive to an upstate New York mansion seemed like the longest journey because Gary had questions that his father wouldn't answer. He shifted uncomfortably in his suit as the car ditched the concrete road for dirt and gravel. He had seen beautiful homes before, but this one held something special. The white cobblestone along the base of the building stood out as the lights surrounding home focused on the architectural body work.

"Mr. Payton and Mr. Payton, welcome to the Wild House. Your reservations are intact and we look forward to your enjoyment." Gary stood close to his father as they entered the first room in the home. Along the walls were certificates, trophies and photos of well known members to society.

"This is your non-disclosure agreement and the customs masks you ordered."

NDA's? What was Senior getting them into.

"You'll wear this the whole time until you get into a private room." Gary nodded still not understanding. They leave the room, traveling deeper into the home. The lights change from a dim yellow light to a stark red. Every passing room had an energy that Gary wouldn't have imagined. There was a threesome in one, a couple in another, a man tied to a wall by chains.

Senior brought his son to some sort of sex house. Feeling out of place, he sat off to the side as a few dancers swung from the ceiling and the poles on the stage in the main room. His father spoke to a few people who he assumed were friends of his. Cigars in hand.

"You must be new here." A sultry voice took him out of his thoughts. He sized up the woman besides him, making note of how she stood tall. Her brown slender legs exposed as the slit of her dress cut to her hip. The body wave of her hair along her shoulders and covered some of her breast. He still got a good view of her cleavage.

"I am. This is different for me."

"It was for me too, my first time was so awkward, I hid in the bathroom most of the night."

Gary followed the mysterious woman to the bar, she didn't mind. She liked what she saw so far.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked her. "I'll take a cran and amaretto. He'll have a whiskey sour."

"Now how did you know I wanted that?" She took the moment to size him up, taking in how his suit fit him perfectly. "You look like a man that could handle a strong drink.

He could.

Gary began building pressure in his lower region, the front of his pants tightening as they watched the people around unleash their desires. Placing his hand on her hip, he gripped her hip in a firm but loving manner. "I never got your name." A soft and satisfying moan left her lips. "You never asked." Gary dug his fingertips into her side, "Novia."

"Well Novia, I would like to take you into one of these rooms. Do I have your permission? Of course. Novia wanted nothing more than to have Gary breaking her down. She led him to her favorite room. She usually had it reserved and never used it. Tonight would be different.

The walls were black except for one, a deep purple wall with various toys rested on hooks. The bed in the middle of the floor covered with black velvet sheets. Gary's back hit the luxury bedding with a plop. His white shirt was slightly unbuttoned and so were his pants. "What shall I call you?" Novia asked raking her fingers over his exposed chest. "I would prefer daddy but."

"Don't get cute." She pointed her finger in his face. He quickly sucked her finger earning a sigh. She took her mask off revealing her full face.

Breathtaking.

Her finger resting on his cheek before taking his mask off. "Ah, I should've known." She giggled. "Gary Dwayne."

She kisses his lips as he hiked her dress up. Before they got too carried away, she paused to catch her breath. "This shall be fun, won't it?"

What was Gary getting himself into?