A Daddy for Christmas 2: Jobe by TL Travis

Author:TL Travis [Travis, TL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sapphire Publishing
Published: 2024-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Jobe

“Jesus Christ, Beck.” I was gonna choke the shit out of him. “Filter.” Daddy had just taken a sip of his water and choked on it. “Stanley, are you okay?” He held his hand up to let me know he was.

“What’s the big deal?” Beck shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Yes, but there are better ways to deliver such information and over dinner isn’t one of them.”

Crispin’s eyes still hadn’t fully made it back into their sockets.

“Sorry for my friend’s crass delivery, Crispin. Yes, my best friend and I used to have a benefit to our friendship that no longer exists. Stanley is well aware of this fact as we keep no secrets from each other.” See, I could be a mature adult when the time called for it.

“I only topped for Jobe ‘cause he was sad, but I don’t like topping.”

Mother fucking hell. I’d progressed past the desire to choke him and straight into full-fledged murder. Hopefully Daddy had a great attorney on retainer ‘cause I’d need it.

“That’s quite an opener, little one. Maybe those are private time conversations,” Crispin calmy suggested. “What do you do for a living, Beck?”

Shit.

“I’m a stripper at Tails Up.”

And Daddy choked again. By this point, we’d garnered the attention of half the damn restaurant. What had gotten into Beck?

“Oh, um, do you like it?” At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Crispin went to the restroom and never returned.

“It’s okay,” Beck shrugged. “I love dancing, and I have rent to pay, but I don’t like it when guys think it’s okay to touch me ‘cause it’s not.”

“You’re right, little one, it is not. Does security help keep them away?”

“Sometimes. But some of the guys do extra things for extra money so security always waits for our signal if we need help.” He flashed his fingers in what I imagined was their signal. “I don’t do extras. I don’t like touching yucky people.”

Before Daddy, I’d not seen this side of Beck but since he’d become more comfortable with his little it rarely hid from us. But hearing this from him caused concern for what went on inside that club. But then again, this was Vegas.

“I make good money. I’m one of the best dancers there. Ooh, breadsticks.” He grabbed one right as the waiter set the basket down and dipped it into the sauce.

“Gentlemen, are you ready to order?” Thankfully Andre broke the awkward conversation.

I hadn’t even glanced at the menu. “Stanley, will you order for me, please?”

“Absolutely, my love.” Daddy placed both our orders then the waiter turned to Crispin.

“Beck, would you like me to order for you?” Crispin asked.

“Yes, please and thank you.”

Where was the man who used to fuck me into the sheets like a total fucking badass? I was at a loss for words.

“So, Crispin, how was the trip to England? Fruitful, I hope?” I could hug Daddy for steering us in another direction.

“You went to England? Lucky. I have a huge bucket list,” Beck chimed in.

“You do, do you? Maybe you can go with me someday?” Crispin offered and Beck’s eyes widened as did his smile.

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