Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Everyone knows I’m a competitive girl! I love to push myself even while doing things I’m not particularly good at. Like bowling! I love bowling, and when Daddy found out how much I loved hitting up the lanes, he decided to take me.
I warned him that I’d recently broken my personal ball. Yeah, leave it to Kayla to break a fucking bowling ball, right? I dropped it in the parking lot, right on the finger holes, and it shattered a bit around the second and middle finger holes. Now I can’t hold the pink and black swirly eight-pound ball without cutting my fingers. He just kissed me on the head and told me he’d let me hit up the proshop before we played.
Honestly, I just love any excuse to spend Daddy’s money!
Bowling Proshop Play
Each of us carried our bowling bags into the ally, and Daddy paid for us to play for two hours. The glow lights flashed all over the shiny lanes and couches around the ball return. Music blasted, making me dance a little at his side while he told them our names (Baby girl and Daddy…yes, the clerk looked jealous as he typed them in.) He gave us our lane number and told us to have fun.
I waggled my fingers at him in a teasing wave as Daddy led me down the steps to our lane. I wore a tiny, flirty black skirt with sheer thigh-high stockings and a little crop top that glowed under the blacklights. When I sat, my sweet sugar daddy unbuckled my heels and helped me into my all-white personal bowling shoes as if I’d put my Princess feet in used ones, gag. He laced me up tight and then asked if I wanted to visit the proshop before we started. I nodded, and he put on his own shoes before we headed over to the small shop at the back of the ally.
Inside, the music disappeared, and bright white light highlighted all the equipment. I bounced on my toes; I wanted everything! And by the look on Daddy’s face, as I lit up, he wanted to buy me anything I wanted. I picked out matching balls for us, and the worker measured our fingers. I teased Daddy with little whispers about where his fingers would be after we finished here. “Kayla, behave.” He scolded me playfully.
Personal Balls
The man told us the total for both balls, cleaning rags and hole plugs to keep what happened to mine from happening to our new ones, but I stopped him before Daddy could pay. “Can you paint “Daddy” and “Baby girl” on our balls?” The guy laughed and said sure, for a fee. I looked at Daddy, and he laughed…
Of course, I could have what I wanted. He cupped my ass under my skirt as the man swiped his card and whispered into my hair. “Even with your own baby girl ball, you won’t beat me out there.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
I already had him beaten everywhere.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357