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Gabriel. Somehow Maksim hands the young people he drugs to him, and once we figure out where and how we will take them both out.” Connor sounded confident.
“What if I can’t control my urges?” Kenzi asked.
“You can, just remember what I’ve taught you. Stay cool and distant, it will turn him on more, and will keep you from devouring him.” Connor reached over as though to pat her hand, but froze before he completed the gesture.
Kenzi lifted her chin and set her jaw. She needed no one’s comfort. She placed her hands in her lap, disgusted by her weakness.
“I’ll be fine. How long are we prepared to give this operation?”
Connor took a moment to carefully study Kenzi. After an exaggerated pause he raised an eyebrow,
“I’d be surprised if he doesn’t rise to the bait within a few days.”
The car pulled to the curb. The sun had just set, and there was not yet a line to get in the nightclub. Above the door was a simple black square with a smaller, red neon square inside it. Underneath were small red letters that read “Kremlin”. A man of impressive size stood outside with arms crossed and a discrete earpiece.
Kenzi left the car and turned to the bouncer. “I’m here for work, it’s my first day.”
He looked at her impassively for a moment before opening the door.
“Next time go around to the back,” he said in a low rumble. Kenzi thought she detected an eastern European accent.
The club hadn’t yet opened and had the atmosphere from the backstage of a burlesque show, or at least what Kenzi imagined that might be like. She’d never been in an ultra-lounge before. The space was large, but divided into distinct spaces. Along most of the perimeter were individual booths with curtains along the front, once pulled they became small, private rooms. Tables were scattered around the room, some with club chairs, many with facing sofas. The lighting was indirect, and the color scheme black and red with occasional accents of gold and neon. A hammer and sickle was prominent on one wall, with Soviet-era artwork celebrating the revolution scattered on other walls.
Kenzi found a bartender who directed her to another hostess for training. Tasha was a tall blonde with cool blue eyes and a manner to match. She carefully looked over Kenzi, pursed the dark red lips once and began to train without any small talk.
Kenzi had pretended to have experience as a club hostess. In fact her preparation for the job had been a few minutes reading some online blogs and Connor’s succinct instruction; “Act like you’re pleased to see everyone who comes in, but also unimpressed. Not familiar, but slightly bored.” Kenzi wondered how Connor had learned the finer points of running this kind of establishment.
As Tasha demonstrated the various seating charts and reservation systems Kenzi was careful to concentrate. This was the best way to ignore the nagging hunger that had become her constant companion. The tall blonde next to her had such a perfect and athletic form. Kenzi caught herself examining the other’s body for places she could feed. She shook herself as the images became increasingly graphic.
The club opened, and a stream of well-dressed patrons filled the lounge. This was not a place for dancing, but the music was loud and aggressive, and people found the space to move against each other as alcohol worked its magic.
“Be careful with the drunks, they’ll take any chance to grope you. If it gets too much, raise a hand and security will take care of it. Just remember, our guests are here to have fun, don’t be too flirty, but let them have a little leeway.” Tasha advised.
Kenzi shadowed her mentor as she greeted and seated guests. From time to time a favor was requested with a discrete tip. The money vanished elegantly and without a trace. Reservations were upgraded, and guests were moved to tables with a more
“What if I can’t control my urges?” Kenzi asked.
“You can, just remember what I’ve taught you. Stay cool and distant, it will turn him on more, and will keep you from devouring him.” Connor reached over as though to pat her hand, but froze before he completed the gesture.
Kenzi lifted her chin and set her jaw. She needed no one’s comfort. She placed her hands in her lap, disgusted by her weakness.
“I’ll be fine. How long are we prepared to give this operation?”
Connor took a moment to carefully study Kenzi. After an exaggerated pause he raised an eyebrow,
“I’d be surprised if he doesn’t rise to the bait within a few days.”
The car pulled to the curb. The sun had just set, and there was not yet a line to get in the nightclub. Above the door was a simple black square with a smaller, red neon square inside it. Underneath were small red letters that read “Kremlin”. A man of impressive size stood outside with arms crossed and a discrete earpiece.
Kenzi left the car and turned to the bouncer. “I’m here for work, it’s my first day.”
He looked at her impassively for a moment before opening the door.
“Next time go around to the back,” he said in a low rumble. Kenzi thought she detected an eastern European accent.
The club hadn’t yet opened and had the atmosphere from the backstage of a burlesque show, or at least what Kenzi imagined that might be like. She’d never been in an ultra-lounge before. The space was large, but divided into distinct spaces. Along most of the perimeter were individual booths with curtains along the front, once pulled they became small, private rooms. Tables were scattered around the room, some with club chairs, many with facing sofas. The lighting was indirect, and the color scheme black and red with occasional accents of gold and neon. A hammer and sickle was prominent on one wall, with Soviet-era artwork celebrating the revolution scattered on other walls.
Kenzi found a bartender who directed her to another hostess for training. Tasha was a tall blonde with cool blue eyes and a manner to match. She carefully looked over Kenzi, pursed the dark red lips once and began to train without any small talk.
Kenzi had pretended to have experience as a club hostess. In fact her preparation for the job had been a few minutes reading some online blogs and Connor’s succinct instruction; “Act like you’re pleased to see everyone who comes in, but also unimpressed. Not familiar, but slightly bored.” Kenzi wondered how Connor had learned the finer points of running this kind of establishment.
As Tasha demonstrated the various seating charts and reservation systems Kenzi was careful to concentrate. This was the best way to ignore the nagging hunger that had become her constant companion. The tall blonde next to her had such a perfect and athletic form. Kenzi caught herself examining the other’s body for places she could feed. She shook herself as the images became increasingly graphic.
The club opened, and a stream of well-dressed patrons filled the lounge. This was not a place for dancing, but the music was loud and aggressive, and people found the space to move against each other as alcohol worked its magic.
“Be careful with the drunks, they’ll take any chance to grope you. If it gets too much, raise a hand and security will take care of it. Just remember, our guests are here to have fun, don’t be too flirty, but let them have a little leeway.” Tasha advised.
Kenzi shadowed her mentor as she greeted and seated guests. From time to time a favor was requested with a discrete tip. The money vanished elegantly and without a trace. Reservations were upgraded, and guests were moved to tables with a more
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