For a pretty long while, I've been struggling to figure out what happens next in my story, "Dominic and the Daddy Domme". After starting and scrapping a couple of ideas, I decided to see if an AI generated story could give me some useful inspiration. While the story generated went in a completely different direction than I'd expected, I liked how it came out, so I thought I'd share a sorta alternate world version of Dominic and the Daddy Domme. Enjoy!

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Dominic Dances - an AI generated story

Nic scanned the bustling sidewalk, his heart sinking as he realized that he was late. Again. He hurried down the busy street, dodging pedestrians and shopping carts alike, his long brown hair whipping around his face. It was a familiar sensation, the feeling of being out of place and behind everyone else. He was always late, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was shorter than most people, or maybe it was because he was just so darn shy. Whatever the reason, it never failed to leave him feeling awkward and self-conscious.

As he approached the familiar green awning that marked the entrance to Xena & Gaby's, a smile crept onto his face. This was the only place where he felt truly at home. It was a safe haven for him, a place where he could be himself without judgment. And tonight, it was especially important. He needed to talk to Di.

He pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the familiar scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. The familiar beat of the music filled his ears, drowning out the noise of the crowd. He scanned the room, searching for Di amidst the throng of women. He spotted her easily, standing at the back of the room, her broad shoulders almost touching the ceiling as she surveyed the crowd with her piercing blue eyes. As usual, she was dressed impeccably in her black leather jacket and tight jeans. He felt a wave of affection wash over him as he made his way through the crowd, navigating between the tables and chairs.

When he finally reached her, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak. "Hey Di," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about something." Di glanced down at him, her expression unreadable. "Okay," she said, nodding for him to continue.

Nic took a step closer, their shoulders almost touching. "I, um... I lost my dorm," he blurted out, his cheeks flushing red. "I don't have anywhere to stay tonight." There. It was out. He held his breath, waiting for Di's reaction.

Di's expression softened, and she reached out to gently pat his shoulder. "I see," she said, her voice low and soothing. "That's tough, Nic. I'm sorry you're going through that." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "You know you can stay with me, right? At my place? I mean, if you're comfortable with that."

Nic's heart skipped a beat. He'd never considered that possibility before. Di was... different from other people he knew. She was strong and confident, but also kind and caring. And she was really beautiful, in a way that made him feel... comfortable. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You wouldn't mind?"

Di smiled warmly at him. "Of course not," she said, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "You're my friend, and I want you to feel safe and comfortable. You can sleep on the couch if you like." She paused, studying his face. "You know, Nic, it's okay to not want... that stuff." She gestured vaguely at the crowd around them. "To not want sex and all that."

Nic felt a rush of relief and gratitude wash over him. He nodded, struggling to find the words to express how much her offer meant to him. "Thanks, Di," he managed to choke out. "I really appreciate it."

They stood together for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, as the music and chatter of the club filled the air around them. Nic couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about his situation, but Di's presence made him feel a little less alone. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "So, um... what do I do now?" he asked, glancing around the room. "Should I go home with someone else and just come over later?"

Di shook her head. "No, that's not necessary," she assured him. "You can just stick with me for the rest of the night. We can dance, talk, whatever you feel like doing. And then, when we're ready to leave, I'll take you home. No pressure." She smiled reassuringly at him.

Nic felt a bit embarrassed that he'd even suggested it. He'd never really thought of Di as someone he could talk to about this kind of thing. But now that he had, he was glad. "Okay," he said, trying to return her smile. "That sounds good."

They spent the rest of the night together, dancing and talking. Di was an excellent listener, and she made him feel comfortable discussing things that he'd never really shared with anyone else. They talked about music, movies, books, and even their families. Di had a younger brother who was also a dancer, and she often spoke fondly of him. As the night wore on, Nic found himself growing more and more at ease in her presence.

When the club finally began to close, they left together, arm in arm. Di lived in a modest apartment in a quiet neighborhood, not far from the university. She led him to her small, cozy living room, where a comfortable-looking couch was positioned in front of a flickering fireplace. "Here," she said, gesturing for him to sit down. "You can sleep here. I'll get some extra pillows and a blanket for you."

Nic nodded gratefully and sat down on the couch. It felt soft and inviting, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as he stretched out. As he waited for Di to return with the pillows and blanket, he glanced around the room, taking in the various knick-knacks and personal touches that revealed something about Di's life. There was a framed photo of her and her brother, both of them dressed in dance costumes, smiling brightly for the camera. There were also a few books and movies that they'd discussed earlier, including a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice.

Di returned a moment later with a soft blanket and a stack of pillows. "Here you go," she said, placing them behind his head. "Is that comfortable enough for you?"

Nic nodded, already feeling the warmth of the blanket enveloping him. "Yeah, thanks," he mumbled, his eyelids growing heavy. "It's... really nice of you, Di."

Di smiled and sat down on the couch next to him. "Hey, you're my friend, remember? I want you to be comfortable." She glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the fireplace for a moment before she looked back at him. "So... do you want to talk about anything else before you go to sleep?"

Nic hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. He didn't want to push her too much, but he also didn't want to lose this opportunity to open up to someone. Finally, he decided to take a chance. "Actually, yeah... there's something I've been thinking about." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's about my parents. I've been... I've been having a hard time with them lately."

Di nodded, her expression softening. "Oh, Nic, I'm sorry to hear that. What's been going on?"

Nic took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's just... they don't understand why I want to dance. They think it's a waste of time and that I could be doing something more useful with my life. They've even tried to get me to quit a few times. And sometimes, when they're especially upset with me, they'll bring it up and make me feel even worse about myself."

Di listened carefully, nodding at appropriate moments. "That must be really tough for you," she said when he finished. "Do you think they might change their minds if you were to find success in dance?"

Nic shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. But even if they did, it wouldn't make up for all the times they've hurt me in the past. It's like they're always going to see me as a disappointment." He sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment. "I just wish they could understand how important dance is to me."

Di reached over and took his hand. "Nic, I'm sure they do understand, in some way. They might not be able to express it the same way you do, but they love you and want what's best for you. And you never know, maybe someday they'll come around and see how talented you are."

She paused for a moment, then added, "In the meantime, don't let their opinions define who you are. You are more than just your parents' child, and you have a passion for dance that is incredibly important. Keep pursuing it, and don't let anyone else make you feel bad about it."

Nic nodded, grateful for her words. He felt a little bit better, knowing that he had someone who understood and supported him. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts of his parents out of his mind, and focused on the warmth of the blanket and the softness of the couch.

As he drifted off to sleep, he found himself thinking about the upcoming competition. Despite his parents' disapproval, he knew that this was a chance for him to prove himself, to show them and everyone else what he was capable of. He vowed to work harder than ever before, to give it his all, and to make them proud.

In the middle of the night, Nic awoke with a start, his heart racing. He sat up quickly, his breath coming in short gasps. It took him a moment to realize that he was dreaming, that he was safe in Di's living room. The images of his parents' angry faces and harsh words faded away, replaced by the warm glow of the fireplace and the soft sound of Di's gentle breathing. He leaned back against the couch, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders and neck.

As he tried to fall back asleep, he couldn't help but think about the competition. He knew that the pressure was on, but he also knew that he was more prepared than ever. He'd been training harder than ever before, pushing himself to the limits and beyond. He'd made mistakes and stumbled, but he'd also learned from them and grown stronger.

Di stirred in her sleep, her arm brushing against his. He smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. She was such a good friend, always there for him when he needed her. He hoped that one day, he'd be able to repay her kindness.

The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains when Nic finally drifted back off to sleep. His dreams were less vivid this time, more pleasant and peaceful. He danced across a vast stage, the music filling his heart with joy. His parents were there too, their faces soft and proud, cheering him on.

When he awoke again, the light streaming in through the window cast a warm golden glow across the room. Di was already up, making breakfast in the kitchen. She hummed a cheerful tune as she cracked eggs into a bowl. "Morning, Nic," she called out. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied, yawning. "Thanks for letting me stay."

Di smiled at him over her shoulder. "Of course you can. You know you can always come here when you need to." She turned back to the stove and began scrambling the eggs. "So, how are you feeling about the competition today?"

Nic sat down at the kitchen table, watching her as she worked. "I'm actually feeling pretty good. I've been practicing a lot, and I think I've got everything down pat. I'm just hoping I can make it through without any major mishaps." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But mostly, I'm just excited to be there and to show everyone what I can do."

Di set a plate of eggs and toast in front of him and sat down across from him. "You've worked so hard for this, Nic. I know you're going to do great. And remember, no matter what happens, I'm proud of you." She smiled reassuringly, giving his hand a squeeze.

He nodded, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "Thanks, Di. You really are the best friend anyone could ask for." They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts.

When they'd finished breakfast, Di helped him get ready for the day. She brushed out his hair and tied it back into a neat ponytail, then helped him pick out an outfit that would both look good and feel comfortable. She even insisted on applying a touch of makeup to his face, saying it would make him feel more confident.

As the time to leave drew near, Nic's stomach began to flutter with nerves. Di could see it in his eyes and could tell he was trying to keep his emotions in check. She gave him a reassuring hug. "You've got this, Nic. You've worked so hard, and you deserve this. I'm going to miss you while you're gone, but I'll be cheering for you the whole time."

He smiled at her, feeling a little of his nervousness fade away. "Thanks, Di. You're the best." They walked to the car together, both lost in their thoughts. As they drove to the competition, Nic tried to calm his racing thoughts. He went over his routine in his head, making sure every move was perfect.

When they arrived, the parking lot was already filling up with other dancers and their families. Nic could feel the excitement in the air as they made their way to the registration desk. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady his nerves.

As they waited in line, Di squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You're doing great," she whispered. "Just focus on your breathing and trust your instincts." He nodded, grateful for her support. When they finally reached the front of the line, they turned in their registration forms and were given their competition numbers.

The warm-up area was already filled with dancers stretching and practicing. Nic found an empty spot near the back and began to loosen up, trying to keep his nerves at bay. Di sat down on a nearby bench, watching him with pride.

After a few minutes, it was time for their age group to line up for their first event. As they waited in line, Nic's heart raced, but he focused on taking deep breaths and staying calm. When it was their turn, they walked onto the stage, the bright lights blinding for a moment. The music started, and they began to dance.

Time seemed to slow down as they moved through their routine, and Nic felt a sense of peace wash over him. He was aware of the judges watching, but he blocked out their faces and focused on Di, who was cheering for him from the sidelines. His movements were fluid and precise, and he felt confident in his abilities.

As the music came to an end, they took a bow and exited the stage. The other dancers had already moved on to their next events, and Nic felt a mixture of pride and relief. He turned to Di, who was beaming with pride. "How'd I do?" he asked nervously.

She grinned at him. "You were amazing, just like I knew you'd be. You should be proud of yourself." They walked backstage, where they waited for the results to be announced. The tension in the air was palpable, but Nic tried to stay calm and focus on the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, the announcer finally called their name. They'd placed second in their age group. While they were thrilled with the result, Nic couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Di could see it in his eyes and wrapped her arm around him. "Hey, you should be proud of yourself," she said softly. "You did amazing, and you should be proud of that."

They stayed to watch the rest of the competition, cheering on their friends and making mental notes of what they could improve on for next time. As the day went on, they found themselves talking to other dancers and making new friends. Nic even got some valuable feedback from the judges, which he was eager to incorporate into his routine.

Despite the disappointment of not winning first place, Nic felt a sense of accomplishment and growth. He realized that competition wasn't just about being the best; it was about learning and improving. And with Di by his side, he knew he had someone who believed in him and would support him every step of the way.