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This is part 3 of Seeking Daddy. All chapters in this series have unique chapter names. All characters involved are 18+.

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The walk to the strip club wasn’t a long walk but did require a few turns along the route. With a fear of big cities beaten into her since birth Makenzie walked quickly well keeping an eye out for those who might wish to do her harm. Her phone with its map app was kept up and often glanced at out of a fear of getting lost.

The large tan stucco building of a disappointingly boring rectangular build came into view with no windows or doors immediately visible. Once closer Makenzie noticed lights high up on the structure which would shine downwards. One would assume bathing the club in exotic colored lights were it not for the bright daylight of the mid afternoon. Along with some thin faded purple lines circling around the building as far as could be seen. Rounding the corner revealed the way inside with a black carpet laid out from the double set of frosted glass doors across the concrete sidewalk. A large sign displaying the name of the club ‘Dusk’ next to the door along with another up on the roof.

There wasn’t anyone outside watching the entrance. Makenzie imagined there would be someone checking ID’s out here like she always saw in movies and on TV or was that more of a night club kind of thing. She didn’t have experience with either in real life so who was to say if this was just Hollywood bullshit or perhaps just not how it was done here. Nerves getting the better of her and hesitating for a moment before Makenzie headed though the doors and into a small room with another set of doors beyond that. The music from further inside was muffled. A large man was leaning against some kind of podium who she assumed to be the bouncer that’d been expected outside. Although he was more fat than media led ones such as himself to be.

The man’s eyes looked Makenzie up and down in the kind of way that was more than a little unsettling. “There’s no auditions today.” The bouncer dressed in black slacks and a loose yellow t-shirt with Dusk printed across the chest in purple lettering said in a matter of fact kind of way.

“Well, oh umm, I’m not really…” Blushing and flustered, Makenzie tried to say before being cut off by the big, bearded bouncer.

The big man sighed. “Look girley, you’re obviously new to this and I’m sorry but you showed up on the wrong day.” He tapped his finger across the podium a few times and then added. “Listen, there’s not any set days for auditions but it’s usually midweek when we’re slower. The weekends aren’t slow so we don’t do them now. Check our site or social’s for an opportunity.”

Oh god he thought she wanted to be a stripper and almost considered turning around right then. “I’m not here to be a dancer. I’m ah, here to see Mr. Kensington.” Adding after a moment of hesitation. “Thats if he’s available.”

“Oh and why would Mr. Kensington be looking to see whoever you are? I don’t recognize you.”

Shit, shit, shit Makenzie now mentally kicked herself as she’d never considered how I would get to see my father. Assuming that all she’d have to do was get inside and well that he’d be visible. Now that she thought this over that sounded quite dumb considering she didn’t even know what he looked like. Panic began to set in and Makenzie took a step backwards.

“Well do you have something for me to tell the boss or should I just say some mysterious young girl is here to see him?” The bouncer inquired in a way that told how foolish Makenzie was acting.

That the man wasn’t outright rejecting Makenzie gave the younger girl some confidence as well as a bit of inspiration. Unslinging the small baby blue backpack and unzipping it. Looking through the letters and finding one that was addressed from this club. “See, I have business with Mr. Kensington and I can assure you that although I don’t have any kind of appointment he’d be very unhappy were I to be turned away.” Channeling her mother when she tried to sound intimidating.

The man looked the envelope over but didn’t open it. “Okay, okay I mean no offence little lady.” Picking up a radio before pausing and then inquiring. “Who should I say is here to see the boss?”

“Ms. Clarke.”

The bouncer nods and then speaks into the radio. “I’ve got Ms. Clarke, here to see Mr Kensington. She has a letter and everything.” The response couldn’t be heard as it must have been piped into his ear piece. “Okay, got that. Gray sweater, younger girl, jeans, red shoes.” The bouncer turned back to Makenzie now. “You’re good to go, no cover charge. Head to the right of the main stage. There’s a hallway there and someone will be expecting you.

Having never been in such a place before, Makenzie’s senses were overwhelmed. Never really been in any kind of club. The loud music and bright lights shining down onto the stage. It was immediately quite obvious what the main stage was. Considering said stage pushed out bursa escort from one side of the large open space halfway into the seating area. Two smaller stages were off to the left and right. Both of these smaller stages were currently unoccupied unlike the main stage. There a darker skinned girl was on her hands and knees and shaking her ass towards a group of a half dozen men or so. Hands reaching out and sliding money into little straps the dancer wore on her legs.

Were she not on a mission Makenzie would have loved to stay and watch the show. She was into girls and although she had very little experience with them when it came to anything sexual. Watching porn was something Makenzie had done a great deal of. Those little teasing dances the girls tended to give before many of the videos was something that she loved. Something that tended to get Makenzie turned on and into her self pleasuring. Staying wasn’t in the cards today though so she only allowed herself to look as she walked past toward the hallway the bouncer described.

There were two men at the entrance to the hallway leading further back into the depths of the club. One was dressed in the same bright yellow t-shirt as the man inside the front door. So likely another bouncer. There to keep those who shouldn’t be beyond a certain point in their proper place. The other man appeared to be around her mothers age and dressed in a black suit with equally black hair of a short cut. Stubble adorning his face and Makenzie immediately found him attractive and briefly wondered if he might be her father and the “Daddy she’d been reading so often about.” He couldn’t be though right? He wasn’t old enough.

“Ms. Clarke.” The man in the suit said as Makenzie got closer in the kind of way that said he had little doubt of who he was speaking to.

“Ahh, yes that’s me.” Again nerves were working their way over Makenzie. “I’m here to see Mr Kensington.”

“Of course follow me I’ll take you to him.” He turned and walked down the hallway. “First time here at Dusk?” He inquired over his shoulder.

“Yes.” Almost adding that she’d never been anywhere like this but deciding it was preferable to abstain from sharing such information Makenzie forces her mouth shut.

“Well then you’re going to get a little tour of the back. Something visitors rarely get to see.” The man turned briefly to look over his shoulder. “I’m the manager of this little place by the way.”

They passed by a kitchen and the smells of something being deep fried. This was something that surprised Makenzie as she didn’t realize that people came to these kinds of clubs to eat. Several other closed doors before passing by another room. From this the smell of cigarette smoke emanates as well as several feminine voices. A glance inside showing a long mirror along one wall and a couple of girls doing their makeup. One of the dancers can be heard laughing loudly at some joke or story. That laughter fades as the pair moves past. The man in the suit comes to a stop outside a door. The only one Makenzie has seen that isn’t some boring plain wooden door.

“Wait here.” Entering the door and leaving Makenzie alone in the hallway.

This was it, what she’d been waiting so long for. This was her father right behind the door. How long would she be left waiting out here? Hopefully not too long as she certainly didn’t feel like she belonged back here.

“Hi there.” A feminine voice Makezie didn’t notice approaching from behind well she was distracted looking at the closed door. Wondering what was back there or more specifically what her father would look like. What kind of man her father might be. Would he live up to the image Makenzie had built up within her mind.

“Are you a new dancer?” She was…wow. So edgy, tattoos all down her arms and circling around her neck. Make-up so exotic in dark blues and black on a face so fierce and confident. Mostly though, it was hard to ignore the very large breasts the dancer had barely held in place by the shiny, dark blue, lace up top.

“Ahh…no I’m ahhh…just here to talk to…” Unable to remember his name Makenzie simply points to the door she was waiting beside.

“Well you’re so adorable and if you’re wanting a dance, from me, later well…” Mysterious, sexy busty and confident girl runs the tip of her finger across her cheek teasingly. “… You’re my type and well I could get all worked up dancing for someone as…adorable as you.” Her voice, so enticing, as she spun around and swayed away. The kind of sexuality she’d never seen in the person yet dreamed about. Makenzie’s eyes were glued to her butt in its matching shiny blue panties and those black fishnet stockings.

Thoughts of the sensual dancer were interrupted by the door opening with the man in the suit sticking his head out. “Ms Clarke you can come in now.”

With one last glance down the hall Makenzie took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold. As bursa eskort expected it was an office although quite a bit smaller than Makenzie had been imagining. In one corner was a worn brown leather couch shaped like the letter L and sitting off to one side sipping some amber liquid from a glass was what had to be him, her father.

“I’ve been told you’ve come here looking to meet with me.” He wasn’t anywhere near as old as Makenzie had assumed. At a guess she assumed that he was somewhere in his fifties. Mackenzie found herself nodding in the affirmative. No other words come out. “I’m told you’ve got a letter of some kind as well Ms Clarke.”

The letter was still in her hand and this was held out. “Umm…here it is.”

Mackenzie watched him glance at the envelope without any move to look inside. He was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt, with its top couple of buttons undone. The seated man had dark hair with specs of gray and a clean shaven face that Makenzie couldn’t help but find attractive. It was those dark eyes that stared so intensely. So much so that it was hard to maintain eye contact. “I’d like to hear how you came across this Miss since it’s not addressed to you.”

On the far wall were two minimalist desks with older business computers set up on them. Both of these computers were on although no one was using them. The walls were lined with shelving like you found in an Ikea and right now Makenzie would’ve loved to examine them rather than address him. There was this feeling that she was in trouble. Like the few times she’d gotten into deep trouble at school and had to face the school principal.

“I found them and I…” Forcing herself to look at him again if not quite match his fierce gauze. Until this point the idea that she’d stolen the letters and journals had never really occurred to Makenzie. That all this had been so hidden by her mother had left Makenzie feeling as the one wronged and not the other way around. Now that seemed utterly foolish. Especially since this man hadn’t ever done her any wrong. “…I have a few more. They were, are, my moms and I came across them by accident.” Realizing that she was nervously gripping the fabric of her hooded sweater and forced herself to stop. “I was looking for something else in the garage and well I was curious so I looked. Then what I found was, well it wasn’t anything like my mom especially with the other things I found.” Regretting that last immediately. Bringing up the journals wasn’t something that Makenzie had ever decided on or not and here her dumb ass was blurting out that there was more.

If he was angry he didn’t show more than a raised eyebrow. “Oh and what else did you find out about me and Nicole, Miss Makenzie Clarke?”

Jaw dropping open in absolute shock. “How? How did you?”

“How do I know who you are?” He interjected cutting straight to the soul of the matter in a soft yet strongly confident way. “I didn’t of course but I made a strong educated guess based on the letter and your story. That filled in most of the last of the missing puzzle pieces. Your reaction tells me I’m correct.”

Everything felt far away and disconnected for an uncertain amount of time. He was asking her to sit or was he telling her to, hard to say. Either way Makenzie did so now on the other end of the couch. As far away as was polite, well keeping as much distance as possible. He was staring at her waiting. The man in suit came in and put a glass in front of her. It had a little umbrella in it. Makenzie didn’t really drink much, was afraid of doing so in fact but now she took a long sip. It was sweeter than expected.

She was expected to say something. What was it? Oh… “There was a whole shoebox full of letters like those. I have a few of them with me so I could find you. I…I also found some journals of my moms. These journals were what really surprised me. They were so unlike the mom I knew. Like the exact opposite. I, I mean my mom never told me about my father and well.” Tears were so close now and it took will to fight them back. “I thought that you might be my father.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead leaning forward and leaning his weight on the edge of the armrest. “Leave us.” Makenzie panicked until she realized that he was talking to the man in the suit who left silently. “I see.” His tone softened now and he spun the glass slowly in his hand staring into its contents, not saying anything. For the first time in this meeting that seemingly unbreakable mask of seriousness the older man wore dropped away. A forlorn expression and equally hunched body language now taking its place.

“I don’t know how much you read of her journals.” His attention entirely upon the glass, lost somewhere else and probably in another time. “Of how much you could have read.” Head tilting to the side slightly. “Considering…considering the contents that must’ve been strange.” As he spoke Makenzie watched as if in rapture. All the while thinking if she’d have gotten the same kind of response had she confronted her mother. “I understand why you’d think that I was your father Makenzie but I can say with certainty that I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” It simply spilled out. She’d been so sure yet he seemed so certain. “Cause, I was born right after the letters started. My mom could’ve just not told you or lied. I don’t know what happened between you two and I poured over everything trying to find out. Whatever happened my mom hates men and this city. What happened? Everything seemed so perfect in her writing. I don’t get it.” All the built up frustrations of not knowing what had happened in her mom’s past. Of not knowing who her father was. Of how that information had been denied her for so long came pouring out and now along with a few tears that were wiped away with a sniffle.

Giving a big sigh. “No, I’m not your father Makenzie because I can’t be.” Looking up from the glass now and focusing upon her. That forlorn look still very much present. “I haven’t told very many, this but I’m not able to be a father. I know who your father is and I’ll save you time by saying that you’ll never find him. I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. Unfortunately that’s how it is. Ask your mother if you don’t believe me.”

Makenzie was awash with so many different emotions. Pulling in so many directions in conjunction with so many different desires for further information. It was too much and it’d been too long to simply leave things here in the unknown with barely anything answered. “What do you mean I won’t ever find who my father is? She’ll never tell me in a million years. I didn’t know a fucking thing untill I found those letters and the journals. I…I need to know. Can’t you do better! You can do better!” Anger and determination crept into Makenzie’s tone now. Something that rarely happened.

“You do but…” Checking his watch and shaking his head subtly. “…well if you really want to understand it’ll take time. It’s not the simplest story I could tell. I still have work to do that I can’t, shouldn’t neglect right now. If you so desire to know, I’ll hurry up what needs be done and answer everything I can.”

“You promise?” Makenzie’s anger and frustration waned. ‘How long would I be waiting? Should I wait here?” Her voice became softer and softer.

“Are you staying somewhere? No, that won’t do. It’ll be hours and this isn’t the kind of place for a girl like you. I have a place nearby. I insist you stay there. I’ll have one of my guys escort you. You’ll be safe there and can stay the night if you want. Yeah, I’ll make sure you can get your bag out of that dump.”

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Makenzie was being let into the apartment she visited earlier. The one that was above the restaurant she’d mistakenly assumed was where some of the letters had been mailed from. Aside from the stairway up to the apartment’s inner door it was so much nicer inside than its exterior. Modern, minimalistic and everything appeared to be new. The main living area was open concept and featured a high ceiling.

Curious and with nothing better to do Makenzie went exploring. The stainless steel refrigerator was mostly empty aside from some drinks and condiments. The refrigerators exterior had several sheets of paper held in place with magnets. Drawings in crayon, marker and collared pencil in a simplistic childlike aesthetic. This would be unremarkable were it not for what was drawn and how naughty much of it was. Mackenzie closely examined one done in a two page comic style with panels telling a short story about a date with Daddy that includes what appeared to be a quick blowjob in a restroom stall and ending in the girl being tied to a bed, whipped and fucked.

Next Makenzie visited the bedroom where everything was again mostly normal save for a yellow fairy tale style tent in one corner. Peeking inside revealed a collection of pillows and stuffed animals. Considering for a moment whether to look in the drawers or the closet but deciding against when Makenzie recalled how intimidating he was. This only left two other doors off of the main area. The first turned out to be a closet and contained mostly cleaning supplies at a quick glance. The second door led to an almost equally short glance but left Makenzie a bit shaken. Thoughts of the cage and other leather covered things were all just too much. Not to mention all the punishment tools hanging on the walls.

“OMG Britt. I found him and now I’m in his apartment.” Texting well settling onto the couch. “He says he’s not my father but he promised to explain everything when he’s done working.”

No message came right away which was disappointing as Makenzie really needed someone to share all this with. It was really all too much to handle. To take her mind off of things she turned on the tv but wasn’t really paying much attention.

—

When the ding of an incoming message arrived Makenzie almost jumped to check her phone. It’d been almost an hour.

“Not your father and you’re in his place? Soooo many questions Kenzie but first of all how are you doing? Watcha doing now? Did you do any snooping?”

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