Page 5 of A Daddy for Maddy

His daddy was oblivious, pulling him back through the crowd until I lost sight of them both.

Fuck. If he were mine, he wouldn’t be flirting with other men. And he wouldn’t be sticking his tongue out, that’s for sure, not unless he wanted to use it. I’d keep that one on a leash.

As I predicted, Stewart came back from his rounds an hour and a half later. I didn’t ask him why it had taken so long. I didn’t really care. As long as he was on his feet scoping things out, he was doing his job. Somewhat.

“Anything to report?” I asked.

“Not much. There’s a lot of activity in one of the orgy rooms. Not just participants, but a huge crowd. Over the room’s capacity. Security’s on the door right now not letting anyone else in until people disperse a bit.”

“Okay. There must be a party. Or…” I tried to think if I saw anyone famous come in during the evening. My mind was a blank. “If someone well-known is involved, then that’s a concern to be watched.”

We had celebrity members. Most kept low profiles on purpose if kink wasn’t part of their brand, and they often rented private rooms and private partners to get what they wanted. But it depended on the type of person. If the celeb was a porn star, they might be more narcissistic and love the added attention. That sort of thing did attract the crowds, especially the voyeurs. I understood that, but those situations needed to be monitored closely.

“I think it might be someone famous involved.”

I nodded.

“It’s really busy out there,” Stewart continued. “A lot of the rooms are packed.”

“Do another round then.”

“Sure. See ya.”

My radio chirped. “Go for Colin.”

“Heads up.” It was Mel from the security office. “Cameras spotted one Franklin Deal out front. He’s on the banned list. Cuddles is on duty at the door and he might not notice and let him pass.”

“I’m on it.”

Cuddles had worked at the club for several years, but was new on door duty. He was still learning the banned list. He had a portfolio of photos on hand, but who had time to check them for every person coming in? Usually, security computers upstairs caught them.

I moved to the foyer and saw Cuddles busy checking newcomers in, scanning phones for their passes. Cuddles was a young, energetic twink, a teddy bear of a guy adorable as could be with an always upbeat mood. He loved to hug anyone who would let him as he greeted them, friends and strangers alike. He hugged hard and long and very sweet. It wasn’t a shallow gesture. He meant it and he loved everyone. Thus, his nickname.

I stood behind him.

He looked up at me from the tall chair where he sat. “Something up?”

“Yeah. A BF outside.” BF was our short term for anyone who was banned forever.

Cuddles got up and opened the door. We both peered out into the empty street. The lampposts shed a white light that gave the road a shine it didn’t really have. The air was cool, smelling slightly of smoke and exhaust.

No one was around at the moment. People came and went from the club in groups, but ordinary foot traffic was rare. We were on a side street for privacy. And customers who wanted smoke breaks were not allowed to loiter at the front. We had a private screened in patio area for them out the side doors of the bar.

Cuddles looked at me. “The last group that came through was a foursome of leather dudes. They were all very polite.”

“I’m not sure what security saw, then.”

“Who is it?”

I went to Cuddles’ podium and brought out the official notebook. We had all that information on digital, too, but the book was right there with eight by ten photos. I thumbed through to Franklin’s snapshot. “This guy.”

“Oh. Okay. I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Thanks.”

It was all I could do about the situation. Now Cuddles knew who to look for.

I went back to my post at the other end of the foyer where I could see everything going on at the bar, on the stages and on the dance floor. I saw Jimmy stationed at the far security exit and waved to him. He waved back.

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