I had first met Dave at College, over a decade ago when we were roommates and he had instantly made an impression on me. He was well over six feet tall, with light olive skin, tousled jet black hair and a body that seemed hewn from solid rock. He was the definition of an alpha male. I had made an impression on him too it seemed, he used to joke about me as his german mirror image. We had found each other, and from that day on we had barely been apart.
Our desire for women, for power and our own desire to be number one. We had spent our free time either in the gym to bulk up and tone our exquisite bodies, studying for our classes or partying like animals. Life had been a non-stop roller coaster for the pair of us. We competed for the same girls, making a game of it, keeping score. And when it came to the gym we each competed to be the biggest, strongest, the best looking. We each competed for the same jobs, and the recruiters at the firm had been so impressed at the pair of us they had offered us both a job at the corporation. Climbing the corporate ladder was just going to be another competition.
Except now it wasn't. Last night we had shared a drink in the hotel bar whilst ogling the female staff. Now, here I was, only a fraction of the size I had been a few hours ago, and Dave was towering over me, his strong hand cradling my tiny butt, fondling it. Through half lidded eyes I looked up at the smug, self-satisfied look on his face. I was intoxicated but confused. Dave had never liked guys or boys before. What was going on?
The elevator door pinged. I looked at the display, it was the fourth floor! 'I'm sorry' I said, slipping out from his embrace, 'But I have to get back to my Daddy. He's expecting me'. And with that I dashed through the corridors until I found Daddy's room. I hammered my tiny fists at it until it opened and Daddy stood there, gruffly looking at me. 'Come on in boy' he said, shepherding me back into his hotel room.
He didn't have to ask me twice. I shot in. Daddy's room was huge, with a king sized bed and a television on the wall turned to a business news channel. I could hear the shower in the en suite bathroom.
'Who's in the shower?' I asked curiously. 'My wife' he said 'she bitches if she doesn't get to come on our excursions' as he marched over to the mahogany desk on the far side of the room. I saw that there was a laptop set up and, to the right, the boss had a few more of the pills/
'Your wife?' I was confused for a few seconds. Increasingly, things didn't make sense. 'Should...should I call her Mommy?'. Daddy turned around in his seat there to look at me before he burst into laughter. 'Mommy, ha, that's a good one kid. No she's not your Mommy.'
'But aren't you my Daddy?'
'Kid I am EVERYONE's Daddy in this company. No matter how high up the greasy pole you climb, EVERYONE calls me Daddy once I find them a place.'
I looked at myself. Shrunken, deaged, soft and alone. What role do I have looking like this?
'What's my place Daddy?' I asked at last
'That my boy is something I am going to sort for you right now'.
As if on cue, there came the knock on the door. The boss walked over and opened the door.