Sugar Baby

2. Daddy Calls

"Good evening, Kamden," Simon smiled as he opened the door for me.

"Hello Simon, you look gorgeous with your new tie. I told you purple is made for you," I wink getting inside the Mercedes.

He blushes but agrees. We talk for a while and I ask after his family as he drives us to Jeremy's house. Emma ended up cancelling cause her parents busted her so it's just us two going.

"Man, I love your daddy. Why doesn't he have a twin?" My best friend whines.

"Um because you can't replicate perfection?"

We both laugh and I hug him. He looks gorgeous in a black crop top written 'Unavailable' in gold. Which is crazy because we both know he's just looking for someone willing before he spreads those legs.

"You look gorgeous, babe. If I was some bossy top, I'd totally fuck you," I tell him.

"That's a universe I don't want to live in," he fake-shudders.

I'm not offended because I have no interest in topping. Well, that's probably a lie since I'm still a virgin. But it's not like I can picture Daddy Dom bending over and spreading his cheeks for me. He's a strict top and I'm a strictly whatever-daddy-wants boy.

"Me neither."

"This is not your usual party mood. What's wrong? Still bummed about that picture?"

We've been friends for two years but somehow, this boy manages to read me so well. We had immediately clicked as the only two boys at our school interested in cheerleading. Not as the ones lifting girls but as the ones getting lifted and thrown in the air.

We had the same love for dancing and rich daddies who liked to spoil us. He's the least judgemental person I know. He's more nerdy than me and knows way more Harry Potter than I was ever bothered to read but somehow we manage to make it work.

When I'd arrived at Eastview High School for my first day after Daddy Dom took me in, I'd been so lost in the new environment. I knew I had a chance to recreate myself and start afresh. Here I could be anyone, no one ever had to know that I was some defective boy who liked make up and way more pink than was considered respectable for boys.

No one even had to know I was gay yet somehow I didn't want this. I wanted to be myself, to wear all the glitter I want and shake my ass as much as I liked. I was done being in the closet. I'd told Daddy Dom this, fearful he'd react as my parents had but to my surprise, the next day he'd taken me shopping.

He bought me my first make up kit, lots of cute clothes, all the jewellery I want and never made me feel bad for it. So when I showed up at school, it was as the new Kamden who didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought. I was out and proud and if anyone had a problem with that or thought I was 'too gay' then they could go fuck themselves.

Funnily, the straight community at our school welcomed me more readily than the gay community. Sure I got some 'faggot', 'flaming queen' comments from the jocks but I never expected a gay man to tell me it was people like me who put such a bad label on gay men.

"It's when people see me dating someone like you, that they ask why I shouldn't just date a woman," he had had the nerve to say.

In other words, being gay was fine, just don't be fem whilst you're at it. But I am who I am and I'm not changing what I am for anyone who's not even paying my bills. Nail polish, lipstick, over the top, dramatic, loud, flaming, twerking homo, that's Kamdem and he ain't toning it down for nobody.

The day after Nick fucking Burrows told me not to be so gay, I'd put twice as much make up and gotten a belly piercing. The following week, I'd dated the hottest gay man at the school. Third week after that, loser boy and all his friends were sending me friend requests on Facebook. I accepted them of course, every queen needs her followers.