Time And I

Twenty-One

Amanda led the group backstage with Petula, Darcy, and me right behind her. The rest of the band's partners were behind us, still giggling and telling each other to quiet down. Something about them irked me. They weren't making fun of me, but they were talking about me. Secretly. But if they were making fun of me, Petula would have said something. She wouldn't even let us hang around them. That was just the type of person she was.

But Petula had been acting weird that night. Sure, she typically was a ball of energy, but she was acting more, I guess, submissive. Whatever Amanda kept whispering to her, she instantly agreed to. It was like she was kept on a tight leash. Just thinking about that made me more nervous to meet her boyfriend.

The backstage area wasn't huge, but there were mirrors lined up against the wall with a long table against it. Three couches face each other behind the makeshift vanities, and the band all sat on the couches while the singer reapplied a layer of lipstick.

"Daddy!" Petula exclaimed, pushing past us to run up to him.

Her boyfriend turned around and jumped up from his seat, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Hello, Princess," he said, and puckered his lips. She kissed him passionately. I felt like it would have been polite to look away, but I couldn't stop watching him swallow her face.

When they pulled away, her boyfriend turned to look at us. He didn't let her go as he stepped up to us and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you both. I'm James Newsie."

"He's my daddy," Petula giggled as she rested her head in his neck.

Like a bitch slap to the face, I understood why she assumed Brody and I were going to date. I shuddered as I looked at Darcy. "Is this what Brody and I do?"

"No," she scoffed. "You're like actual father and daughter."

"I beg your pardon?" James sassed, quirking his eyebrow.

"It's my fault, Daddy," Petula mumbled. "The clubhouse's director and her have a father-daughter like relationship, and I tease them about getting together."

"You mean you're actually joking about it?" I groaned.

"Of course. You two are nothing like Daddy and I." She wiggled in his arms and he placed her on the ground. "This is our kink, that's all. I like a dominant man who makes me feel safe and well cared for. Someone who orders me around in a way that's beneficial to me and my health, both physical and mental. I've always loved the idea of calling my boyfriend Daddy, and he loved the idea of calling his girlfriend his Princess," she hummed as she gazed back at him. The look on his face was pure adoration and love. I couldn't help but coo.

"To each their own," Darcy exclaimed. "I will never make fun of someone for their sexual fantasies. You're two consenting adults. I don't give a shit provided everything else you do is consensual."

"I second that," I stated.

"Good," James said, planting his hands on his hips as he smirked at me. "Which one of you two is Melanie?"

I groaned. "Call me Mel. I hate being called Melanie."

He chuckled, leading me over to the couch. The band moved off one for the two of us to sit down. Darcy sat on the arm of the couch beside me, and Petula plopped herself down in James's lap, cuddling into him. He wrapped his arm around her back, still looking at me.

"My princess here tells me you play drums."

And the giggling between the band's partners restarted, this time with the actual band as well. So that's what they were laughing at.