Page 58 of Sapphire's Gem
“Teddy’s his pride and joy; I often felt sorry for him. Bauserman put a lot on him to conform and be the perfect politician’s son. He was a nice kid who became slowly withdrawn over time, but because of Bauserman, he remained popular,” Tinkerbell explained.
“You knew him as a kid?”
“Yeah, we were good friends once. But I wouldn’t have pegged him as gay or bisexual.” Tinkerbell frowned.
“Think he’s acting out?” I asked, and Tinkerbell shrugged.
“God knows. He’s not exactly hiding who he is, is he?”
“No, which makes me wonder. Is he here to spy or just embracing his sexuality?” I mused.
“Yeah, it’s a worry. Teddy has bucked his father’s wishes several times. He’s a nice man, quiet, keeps to himself; he refused to marry two women that Bauserman picked for him. Even better, Teddy rebelled and rejected Bauserman’s Ivy League University and went to one of his choices. And he declined point-blank to study politics. Even worse, Teddy became the ultimate freelance photographer, which Bauserman hates.”
“Why?” I asked, curious now.
“Because it’s not steady work, but Bauserman has no idea just how famous Teddy is. He’s never paid attention to his career. Teddy charges huge sums to film and photograph those extreme adventurers who take daring risks. You know those who jump off mountains into waterfalls and so on.”
“Doesn’t sound like he’s scared of much,” I said.
“No,” Tinkerbell said thoughtfully and tapped her chin. “He’s not. Considering the world views him as a quiet, unassuming man, Teddy’s got a core of steel not most see. Nobody would link him to being an extreme photographer. He also goes into dangerous places, such as war zones and the Amazon.”
“You sound a little starstruck,” I pointed out, and Tinkerbell grinned.
“I always had a crush on Teddy, but I was from the wrong side of the tracks. And the incorrect sex, apparently.”
“He’s a good-looking man,” I commented, and Tinkerbell nodded.
“Trouble,” I said, looking at a table with a hen party on.
Tinkerbell nodded. “Security has already clocked them. They’re watching,” she said and pointed to four of the security guards close by.
“They’ve been pushy all night,” I said, and Tinkerbell agreed.
“There’s always some entitled bitches each night. They soon learn a harsh lesson. Hands off means exactly that. There we go.” Tinkerbell nodded. A blonde woman leaned over and grabbed a dancer who’d been close to the stage.
He attempted to step back, but the woman hauled herself up on stage and grabbed his cock. He knocked her hands away as two security guards swarmed the stage and dragged her down. The rest of the hen party were cackling and heckling the woman. Security yanked her off stage and gave her a firm talking-to. She clearly wasn’t paying attention when she reached down and grabbed a security guard’s package.
Without a blink, she was yanked out of her chair, slammed over the table, and her hands were yanked behind her. The women all rose and began shouting, so the rest of the security team moved in. Within moments, the women were subdued, and Tinkerbell and I had made our way down to the floor.
“Are you pressing charges?” Tinkerbell asked the dancer and guard.
“How the fuck can you press charges? He’s a stripper!” the first bitch shouted.
“It states clearly that the dancers are not to be touched. You would have read the rules and signed a release when you came in. Luca is not a piece of meat but a dancer,” Tinkerbell said.
“He’s a male whore. A piece of meat!” the woman shouted.
“You’re pressing charges, Luca,” I ordered, and the dancer nodded, his jaw locking in place.
“Damn right, I am.”
“You too, Benny,” Tinkerbell said.
“Sure thing, boss, Josie called the cops,” the security guard said to a woman.
“Called them the moment she grabbed Luca,” Josie replied. Benny nodded.
“Put them in the holding room,” Tinkerbell said.
