Page 6 of A Daddy for Maddy

For the amount of people here tonight, it was relatively quiet on the drama front.

I checked in with the security office about Franklin.

They replied right away. “Yeah, he met a group leaving the club and went with them into the parking garage, so maybe he won’t be back.”

“Let’s hope so.”

My job required a lot of standing and observation and checking in with others. It might have seemed boring to some, but it never was. Time went by fast. I loved the work. The whole atmosphere of the club felt like home to me. And I got to ogle as many charismatic, good-looking guys as I wanted.

Still, I couldn’t get that tongue-waggling baby boy out of my mind. He had been hugging that stuffed unicorn like it was magical protection. Protection from what? Such a brat. The way he had looked at me like I was scary or something—that got my loins slightly warm. Cute littles with wide eyes could be quite the draw here. Like puppies. Who didn’t like a puppy, especially when it was shy or scared?

My phone dinged.

Unknown: Ass for brains. I see what you do all the time and you don’t even know I’m around. How does that make you fucking feel?

Yet one more sent off to the file. I took a deep breath. It could be a regular. It could be a stranger. Hell, it could be someone on staff for all I knew.

I glanced about the club, but it was no use. I had to keep paranoia at bay. Paranoia was the enemy; it made me weak. It was no use worrying. Just be vigilant, I told myself.

I always was.

5

Maddy

Club 99 was more popular than I’d expected. I’d had an image in my mind of it being some dingy, dark bar with canned music and guys giving blowjobs in the hallways by the bathrooms, and maybe a couple of dingy kink rooms where people got naked and did public S&M sex things.

Instead, it looked to be a huge and thriving social club scene with a huge bar and dance floor, and gorgeous scantily clad boys dancing on three different stages. One stage was set up with a flogging post. People stood in line to participate. Two lines, actually. One for floggers and one for floggees. The current guy getting flogged looked anything but submissive. He was hugging the post and calling out commands. He wore nothing but skinny black bikini briefs that rode up his ass cheeks, and the flesh on his back looked red and glistening, but he seemed happy enough.

There was a line at the bar where Dan headed first. The dance floor was filled with bodies and lots of leather. Leather and bare skin and sweat on dancing, gyrating bodies where the dim gold-pink lights flashed made everything look overly sexy and hot.

Dan got me a simple rum and Coke. He was a generous guy and I appreciated it. But I still looked around wondering where I, not to mention Kornie, fit in.

Dan winked. “Baby room, Maddy. This way.”

I frowned, looking at the rum drink in my hand. “I’m not a baby.” For some reason I still didn’t want to admit it to him. And I disliked him calling me that word even if he was right.

“You’re not? Then why are you walking around with a stuffed unicorn in your arms?”

I wanted to stomp my foot at him, but he’d already turned his back on me.

We had to fight our way through the crowd, which pushed us back toward the entrance.

And there he was again. Mister Menacing. With his sleeves rolled up and his tanned forearms sprinkled with what I could now see were tattoo stars and tiny blazing comets and crescent moons. Kornie had the same types of stars and moons on his satin horn, and on his hooves. They both matched.

I couldn’t help but stare. When my gaze rose to Mister Menacing’s face, he was staring back.

I jumped a bit and maybe I let out a little sound like an “eep.” Whatever I did, it was embarrassing because his mouth went tight and turned down, and he gave me a mean squint.

I gasped and grabbed Dan’s leather vest again, letting him lead me deeper into the more private sections of the club.

What was it with that bouncer guy? That was twice now that he’d rattled me without a word. I knew sticking my tongue out at him earlier wouldn’t win me any favors, but my stomach tensed and fluttered with a weird, empty feeling like need. Or want.

The psychic vibe here was strong. That had to be what it was. So many men drinking and looking for hookups in close proximity were bound to affect a person’s libido.

I noted as we got deeper into the club there were at least two halls that led to various rooms. Dan dragged me down one hall. I slowed as we passed each door that was open; I was feeling naughty and wanted to spy.

The rooms were far from dingy, as I’d earlier expected. They looked clean and orderly; several were quite crowded.

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