Wolves and Men

Kenneth glanced up at the office and took a final look around the club. “No,” he replied. “I’ve got other things to do. I’m sure someone will be along to identify the bodies. If not, hold on to them for a few days then dispose of them in the usual way.”

The detective nodded. “Yes, Sir, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Good,” Kenneth replied tartly as he turned to walk out of the club.

This night was just getting better and better. He knew what he was going to find here before he arrived, but actually seeing it just made him more pissed off than he already was. As if he needed any other proof that the wolves were behind this little incident; the dead vampires from the office confirmed it. The only thing about it, though, it was embarrassing that six vampires had been killed and ripped to shreds like that! A female had her arm ripped off?! There was no question that the wolves were to blame for this. The only question was what was their end game?

He looked up at Michael as he drove down the street, “Michael what night is it anyway?”

Michael checked his watch while keeping an eye on the road. “It’s the sixteenth, Sir.”

The sixteenth! He had been having so much fun with the Elder in his basement he forgot about his other duties. He smiled to himself. “You know what the sixteenth means?” he asked his driver.

Michael nodded. “Yes Sir. Do you want me to take you there now, Sir?”

Kenneth nodded. “Yes, I do Michael. It has been a while since I have checked up on my other students.” The car smoothly maneuvered in and out of traffic as Michael drove him toward his intended location.

He walked into the black lit club. The familiar smell of sweat, alcohol, and women was at once repugnant, but also comforting. This was the smell of decadence and the dirty grimy underside of the lower rungs of capitalism. This was a place not fit for a true business man, and this was exactly how he had been able to amass the wealth he had in ten short years. Officially, he didn’t own the clubs, but he owned the women who did and a few of the dancers as well. As strip clubs go it was a lot cleaner than some of the other dives around town and across the desert. But was a strip club ever any more than a sex pit?

He walked in gave his order to a waitress and sat down at his reserved table. There was no need to go looking for anyone; she would know to come find him. He didn’t have to wait long.

An attractive girl of about twenty seven sat down at his table. She was wearing a ‘not so conservative’ business suit. Her fishnet stockings were a high quality and her heeled shoes were four inches high. Her platinum blonde hair was dyed, of course, but it was well kept. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was a natural blonde. Her clear green eyes were piercing.

“You seem to be doing well even on a weeknight, Chloe,” Kenneth commented watching the girl on stage.

The girl leaned in closer over the table to be heard over the loud thumping music. “We try, Instructor. The girls have been putting in extra hours learning how to dance, they realize when a real dancer comes in it makes them look bad and they don’t get good tips. Can’t say I disagree with them. I encourage them to learn and practice.”

Kenneth nodded. “I see. Well, you know why I’m here Chloe and not because of the drinks or the girls…well at least not all of them.”

Chloe nodded. “Yes, I understand Instructor. Allow me to go and get the deposit for you.” The girl slid out of her chair and walked back to the counter to her cramped little office next to the dressing room.

Kenneth was watching the girl on stage. She was not one of his but she possessed a simple grace that he hadn’t seen in a while. That spark couldn’t be taught. He was pretty sure that no matter how many lessons Jessica attended, she would never have that natural grace that this girl did. She slid down the pole in a gentle spiral and landed in a split before kicking herself up and around, caressing her breasts as she did so. He might make another student tonight. As he was contemplating the prospect Chloe returned to the table with a sizable blue leather pouch. She handed it across the table toward him.

He opened the pouch and flipped through the large stack of bills there. The stack was mostly fifty’s and twenty’s with the occasional hundred dollar bill. “How much Chloe?”

“A little under five thousand, Instructor,” she replied immediately. “There has been a slight uptick in people coming in so I was able to make you more money, minus all the bills to keep the place open.”

“And what was your salary for this month?” Kenneth asked.

“Two thousand minus my rent as you required, Instructor,” she said promptly.

Kenneth shook his head and smiled, “This is a little more than I expected. I’m pleased Chloe. I’m very pleased with you.” He looked the woman in the eye. “Now go find me Aisha. I only hope she pleases me as much as you did.” Chloe slid from her chair and disappeared into the back of the club.

Kenneth watched the girl on stage finish her dance. She was naturally gifted, physically. Her hair was long and full, he saw that it was natural as well, that was a rarity in itself. Her legs were those of a dancer with good muscle tone and she had a balance that was well cultivated. Her pole work was refined. She would make a great addition to his slaves. While the song finished and the girl picked up her tips, a muscular woman sat down at his table.