Page 2 of Part-Time Daddy

“Nothing we haven’t covered since last month.”

“Thank you. You may take a seat.” Once seated, she turns on the small projector. “I’m drawing attention to security this month because we’ve had a growing interest in membership. While Aspen has done a remarkable job managing the influx, I want to bring a new idea to the table.”

The screen behind her head lights up with the home page of a security website. “This is PJS Security, and the owner is a friend of a…friend. They specialize in various private security efforts, from bodyguards to major events. I’m not looking to step on anyone’s toes, but Jerad has come to me with an offer I think we should consider.”

The screen navigates to another page on the website. “They have an IT specialist on their staff, and he’s developed a background screening software easily adaptable to our…unique needs. I’d like to consider bringing them on board in a contract capacity to upgrade our process.”

“Why them specifically?” Joe asks the question before I can.

“Well, besides the personal connection, PJS’s owners are kink-friendly.” She enlarges their logo—a security shield with a subtle pineapple embedded around the company name. “All three of them are involved in the scene. It lends a specific understanding from their team, as well as a higher level of trust with our members. From the package they’re presenting, they would be able to customize our membership screenings and assist in upgrading the house security protocols.”

Ten heads on a swivel aim their eyes at me. As head of security and Madam Eve’s primary Dungeon Master, it only makes sense they won’t voice an opinion until I do.

“I’d like to review what they’re presenting before I give a firm yes or no,” I begin. “That said, I do like the idea of upgrading the screenings in general. Bradley is a case for why it’s necessary. Something feels fishy about him, but without blatant disregard for our club rules, my hands are tied.”

Madam Eve points her finger at me, almost smiling. “Exactly! I’m not looking to replace our team, but we could use some facelifting. We’ve worked too damn hard to make The Garden the place it is today, and Iwill nothave some loose cannon tank my reputation.”

“Here, here!” Aspen shouts.

“Sounds like we’re all on board. Dean, I’ll send you a copy of their proposal, and we can schedule a meeting with them to discuss it further.” I nod in acceptance. “Unless anyone else has a comment, let’s move on to our regularly scheduled programming.”

The group remains silent, so Madam Eve brings up our master events schedule. As the mostly blank document comes into focus, Madam’s pet issues a soft whine from the floor.

“Hush now, Bailey.” She runs her hand over their leather-hooded face. “It’s going to get sorted out.”

“Looking rather drab, Madam,” Angel says, earning a glare from her.

“I want to open the floor to suggestions from all of you.” She runs her eyes over the table, giving each of us equal attention. “No one knows this place better than this group right here. We need a fresh take on our offerings. I want to revamp our events schedule. The only one I have in mind is the suspension demonstration from Cody Bass and his men.”

“Are you wanting more demos or events for a specific kink group?” Aspen asks.

“All of the above. Hit me with your ideas.”

Everyone seems to talk at once, shouted suggestions flying across the room. Madam Eve doesn’t break a sweat, adding each idea to the list in bullet points, likely so we can review them and start taking votes.

“We already did a whipping demo last month,” Ronnie complains.

“We haven’t done anything with sounding or medical play since last year,” Georgia adds.

“True,” Madam Eve says as she adds to the list. “Interest for both kinks is rather small from my understanding of our current membership. Perhaps a limited demo session in one of the open rooms.”

“What about the pets?” Aspen whines. “We never get to do anything fun.”

“The littles could use another play day, but no more arts and crafts with glitter. I’m still cleaning that shit up,” Arty grumbles.

“What about combining the two?” I toss out the suggestion without thought. The stunned silence around the table is expected. I rarely, if ever, voice opinions during this portion of the meetings. As head DM, I mostly focus on security and safety, not my selfish desires.

Madam Eve eyes me curiously. “Combine them in what way?”

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

I ignore the voice in my head and face her head-on. “An adoption event, but we don’t limit it to pets. Let it be open to all forms of the D/s dynamic.”

Aspen jumps out of their seat, hands slapping against the polished wood table. “I love it!”

“You seem overly excited for a kitten who already has a Master,” Ronnie says, smirking at them.

“You hush your mouth.” Aspen points an elongated finger across the table. “I was merely saying it would be fun.”

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