Wolves and Men

Kenneth relaxed and smiled to himself. Even if that was her plan what difference did it make to him. She had gotten nothing out of him and even if she had a whole other House worshipping her as a Goddess they didn’t know much about House Dukart. Vampires were, out of necessity, a very secretive bunch.

And if she succeeded, then Alessandro would know who and what had been pillaging his property and territory. All suspicion would be shifted from him to another House. There might be a war, all the better if there was. If that happened, he would let all three Houses spend themselves on each other, then he would take House Dukart and sweep away the other two while they were exhausted. Sometimes he amazed even himself.

Kenneth called Michael and walked outside. He stepped into his car as it pulled up and it sped away down the road. A short ride later the car pulled to a stop and Kenneth got out. The club was a well made stand alone structure. It looked nice from the outside, a perfectly respectable building for a perfectly respectable business. It didn’t help that there was a gaudy purple neon sign with a woman’s profile as she lay prone with a leg moving up and down. He had wanted to take it down but it was advertising, and he didn’t want to hurt his profits at all. Shaking his head he entered Foxxes.

The place was busy tonight. Kenneth sat at his usual reserved table and ordered a drink from the waitress. She asked for ID. Kenneth pursed his lips and looked up at the girl. “How long have you been working here, girl?”

She was taken aback by the title he had given her. “I have only been working here for a few days, and the name’s Wendy, hun, not girl.” She put her tray down on the table; Kenneth arched his eyebrow at it. “I’m required, by law I might add, to see ID when serving alcohol and I don’t want to be fired over you.”

Kenneth contemplated dominating her, for a brief moment. The girl had a bit of fire in her and he couldn’t help but smile a little, this seemed to incense her even more.

“Are you going to show me some ID or should I have my manager come speak with you?” She had her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out in front of her. Her black corset augmented this pose beautifully.

“Yes, please Miss…?” he asked.

“Wendy!” she snapped.

“Wendy, I think I would very much like to see your manager if you would please.”

The girl grabbed her tray and stalked off as fast as her high heel stiletto shoes would allow her to go. Kenneth chuckled as she left. This might be an entertaining night after all.

The girl did not return, but the manager did. She was a very attractive woman with short cropped red hair. Her green eyes almost glowed in the black lights that surrounded the place. She was wearing a formal grey business suit with high throwback heeled black shoes. She wore a black blouse underneath and dark tan nylons.

She smiled at Kenneth as she sat down. “Instructor, this is an unexpected pleasure.” She leaned in. “Is one of my girls bothering you?”

Kenneth waved the question away with his hand. “No, Allison, not bothering me. She obviously has no idea who I am. Bring her back here so you may tell her in front of me who exactly I am. She is very concerned about her job security apparently.”

Allison rose languidly to her feet and walked off; her hips swaying seductively as she left. Kenneth started watching the girl on the main stage. She was rough and untrained. Her technique was sloppy and she had no rhythm. Her use of the pole was atrocious and her eyes were bored and uninterested. He didn’t like her. That and she was visibly sweating. Kenneth knew the signs of drug use when he saw them.

Allison returned with Wendy in tow, she motioned for Wendy to sit down; she did so with her hands folded in between her legs.

Without taking his eyes off the girl on stage he asked, “Who is that?”

Allison looked out over the stage and shook her head. “That’s Pearl, oh sorry Patricia Gayman. She started working for me about a week before I saw you last month so…about five weeks or so.”

“I want her fired immediately,” Kenneth said flatly.

“Is there something wrong? I mean, of course I will fire her immediately but, if I may ask why, Instructor?”

Wendy’s eye’s opened wide at the honorific title that her boss just gave him but he didn’t care at the moment. “Allison, you know my rules. I expected better from you. How long has she been coming to work high?”

Allison whipped around and studied Patricia’s movements. Once it had been pointed out it was impossible to miss, with her sloppy kick outs and weak pole technique. But her eyes were the real give away. “I…I…don’t know, Instructor. Please forgive me?” she asked.

“There is nothing to be forgiven, Allison,” Kenneth reassured her. “You run this whole club and are in charge of…what, twenty girls on any given night, with another twenty on the payroll? I don’t blame you for one bad apple getting into the bushel.” He fixed his gaze upon her and dropped his voice low. “But if I see something like this again, don’t expect to walk away from it so easily.” Allison nodded in perfect understanding. “Good, now, Wendy? Was it?” Kenneth said as he focused on the other girl sitting at the table. “Do you have any idea who I am now?”

Wendy was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She couldn’t bring her eyes up to look at the man who owned the club. She was probably thinking about where she would look for a new job tomorrow.