As we finished cleaning up from the night, or should I say a day prior. The sun had already begun to set on the day we had. It has been some time since I spent an entire day doing something that fun in one room. Why does it seem that the more fun sex is, the longer it takes to get things back in order after the affair is over?
Moving on to… knock-knock. Chad knocks at the open door before moving the top half of his body into the room. He looks around until he spots my eyes looking back at him. He taps at his wrist as if to tell me that the girls need to get over to the club before he can join the door crew. I always wondered how he can do that job without talking to anyone. It's not like he can't talk; he just doesn't talk. I know he can talk. The 3 days following a human's death, when they become a vampire, is very painful. The body has to adjust. Most of what happens cannot be seen by humans. Much of it can not be seen even to vampires, but the shift is very painful. So much so that it realigns your entire personality. The shift in the mind is similar to traumatic physical abuse. This is why so many vampires have such a darkness inside. It comes out easier because of the fact we are dead and now have darkness inside that was once a soul, but the real dark energy originates from the change to our new undead selves.
Kara has more free time each day than the other girls, unless it is tax time. Then she pushes 10 or more hours a day with payroll and bookkeeping and what have you. She will be doing that for the next few days as well. The events over the past few days have put her work on the back burner, and she will need to catch up a bit. Kara will spend most of her time in her office on the 2nd floor of the club or in the library.
Jade takes care of the security at the club and the funeral home. The funeral home security runs on autopilot most days unless there is an alarm upgrade or something that calls for her personal touch. The club, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. The club has many regulars that visit. It also has stalls that you can rent by the hour. The club that we operate is a bondage bar. People can come as you are, but most like to dress in their favorite kink or bondage garb. If they find someone they connect with, they can rent what we call a stall for an hour or more, and have all the fun that they want. Each person has a wireless ring around their finger that trips a red light outside a room. If things go a little too far, Jade is in charge of working that out as well. Everyone signs a waiver before they are allowed to play, but we rarely have any trouble with that.
The trouble comes more from the "tourists" that are curious about what is inside, and sometimes what they see trips a sensitive switch, and they try to stop people from doing what people do. A form of fascism, really. Goes the other way too. If someone sees a poser that appears to be into the lifestyle, and they are only there to watch. One person WILL get offended because of said poser and will try to show them what the life is really like against their will. Jade is called. She is very good at what she does. If someone tries to go too far after Jade steps in, there is a good chance that person will end up next door or in our subbasement.
Sonya works the bar. This girl is not the greatest tender ever, but she works at the right place. The things about kink and bondage that she knows would make the hardest BDSM guru blush. She has such an impressive understanding of pain and pleasure. She has the ability to get most people off within seconds, and the fact she is built like a 6-foot Dolly Parton and wears revealing bondage gear when she works only adds to the mental stimulation.
Jade is the only one who ever uses the stalls after hours, and she does this as a dominatrix. She says it helps relieve stress and keep her dialed in to the pain threshold of the average human. Humans are very breakable, and public accidents are hard to cover up, so I am very supportive of her work on and off the clock.
I have a chair on the 2nd floor that is cut off from the public. I let a few women up with me just to keep the people curious about who or what I am. Jade's team covers everything, so people are not able to just wander up. As a matter of fact, the entire 2nd floor is set aside for VIPs only. Sometimes people will pay top dollar just to be upstairs and fuck in public. I can see the attraction, but it is not first on my list of kinks. Flesh has so many amazing uses, don't you find?
I notice a man enter the club wearing denim and cotton. He is not looking around like a tourist would and heads straight to the bar.
I have a switch at my table. One button will summon Jade or her team, and the other will signal the bar to let them know that something or someone of entrust has entered the club. I let Sonya know that something is up. She sends a lackey up to me to let me know the man who claims to be the brother of Kara has come back and wishes to talk with her again. I tell them to let Sonya know to have him sent to my office upstairs. I take the back hallway and enter my office from the back. My office, looking more like a museum than the office of a club owner, I unlock the door and take a seat behind my desk to await his arrival.
The apparent brother enters the room, acting like he was forced here against his will and was about to be questioned about a crime. He has on cowboy boots that look far too old to be his from original purchase. He has jeans, a flannel shirt, and a white undershirt. Looking like he walked out of a cowboy grunge video. His hair was perfect, short with a hint of waves. Dirty blonde, just like Kara.
I say to him, "Take it easy. You came to this place on your own, as far as I can tell. We had no hand in your arrival, but if you like, we can have a hand in your removal."
Wincing at me as if I struck a nerve, he says, "I asked to see Kara. Where is she?"
"I know what you told my girls at the bar. I also know that after the last time you were here, Kara told me, she has no wish to see you again." I try my best to break it as "man to man" as I can.
"Who the fuck are you anyway?" He tries to posture as if he has a chance of attacking me and surviving.
"I am the owner of this place and the custodian of the lovely Kara. If she tells me she does not wish to see someone, I find that I have an obligation to take those wishes with a level of importance." Being as clear and honest as I could.
"Well, I am not moving until I get to see my sister." He says to me as if the choice were up to him.
I move at him with the speed of a thought and snap my fingers against his forehead, and he drops to the floor, void of consciousness. I pull his ID from his back pocket and call for Chad. Chad enters the room, and I hand over the ID of the man to him. The ID would suggest that this is really the brother of Kara. That means I will have to make room for this on my plate. For the moment, I have Chad load him into a car and drive him home. One of our lackeys will follow to get his car home, and we will be able to watch his house for a bit to see how deep that thing has gotten before it showed up on our radar.
When Chad makes it back to our little trinity compound, his lackey informs me that there is no outside threat, outside this man, Kyle that appears to be the brother of Kara. He lives in an upper-middle-class neighborhood with his girlfriend, Seraphina, or Sera, and they are to be married in less than 7 months. She was not in at the time we made it home with Kyle; however, signs point to the fact she is very unhappy with the current situation of Kyle and his rekindled obsession with finding his sister. We found notes around the house and in the garbage that make it look like she has never stopped looking for his sister, but about 4 months earlier his obsession began to grow to the point it consumed him. I realize that now that he knows he has found her, this obsession will only get worse. I can see only one way to slow him down, or maybe even put an end to this once and for all.