Pride (Living In Sin #1)

Chapter 6

Alec

Club Midnight was bigger than I expected it to be. I'd assumed it would be a little hole in the wall; something seedy that you would have to skulk around to enter. What other sort of place would have a job advertised on a neon flyer?

But the front of it looked like any other club and bar combo. It was open from the front and though the lights were dim, it would be bright come night. It was peaceful at three in the afternoon, the unassuming exterior making me ridiculously nervous. I paused out of view of the big windows that anyone inside could see me from.

It occurred to me that calling a random number on a flyer and showing up to a dark building with an unknown person waiting for me was how a good number of b-grade horror stories started. Resolving not to be victim number one, I sent a quick text to Matt. This way, if I turned up in the river, he'd be able to point the police in the right direction.

"You going in?"

Even though the voice was soft and sleepy sounding, it still had me jumping ten feet. In the alleyway's shadow between the two buildings, a kid slouched on a broom. They looked like they were sleeping on their feet, in baggy pants and a big, thick, pale grey hoodie. The clothes swam on them, so much so that I couldn't even be sure of their gender. A ghostly pale face stared up at me. One with silver eyes. Like real, glittering jewelry. I'd never seen someone with silver eyes before.

"I think so?" It took me a few seconds to figure out what they'd asked. "What do you think? Is this nightclub a good place to have a job?"

At this point, I wasn't sure what the little dude was doing there. They appeared to be sweeping the alley, but they could also just like holding a broom so they could sleep standing up. There looked to be doors to the two buildings on either side of the dark pathway, so they could have come from either building.

"Who knows?" They shrugged, not caring really. Their voice was hypnotic, and I wanted to go to sleep as well. "You just look weird standing in the front of the alleyway. And I've got to sweep there."

"Oh." Reflectively, I hopped out of the space. And closer to the nightclub. "I didn't mean to get in your way."

Again, they shrugged. "No worries. I have to wait for the sun to get out of the way, too."

I was a little bemused by how they continued to sweep the same spot, but continued on my way. I was here now; might as well do the interview. If it was too weird, I'd just not take the position and find something else.

The door gave easily as I pulled it open. I guess they were waiting for me, too.

Some lights gave the room an eerie neon purple glow; it was much bigger than I expected. Couches and small tables dotted the outside of the space and the walls were covered in beautiful neon graffiti that seemed to light up under the glow. I didn't know if it was the dark or if it was in some weird language, but I couldn't make out what it all said. It certainly didn't stop it from being beautiful, though.

A long bar took one wall up and there were doors that must have led off to other rooms or a kitchen or something. It had been a long time since I'd been in a club. The places were expensive and meant for young and beautiful people. It was something I'd thrived on straight out of high school, but not as a 'young adult' struggling to make rent. Still, it was pretty much exactly like I remembered them to be.

At least doing paperwork, I probably wouldn't be expected to deal with the clientele. Hopefully. I was yet to actually see a job description.

Most of the room, though, was taken up with a massive dance floor. Was that normal? Or was it just because there wasn't anyone here? It even looked like part of it might light up. It was rather impressive, but again, I was glad it wasn't something I'd have to deal with. I didn't know what kind of music the kids listened to nowadays, but it probably wasn't something I'd get into.

God, I sounded like a pretentious old fart even in my head. Hopefully, having a job again would help me learn to deal with people.

"Ah, Mr Bane! I see you found our club with no issues."

Apparently, I didn't need to guess who that was. My body did it for me by having parts of it harden. I wanted to curse little Alec for having a one track mind but I was too busy trying to find moisture for my mouth.

At the back of the dance floor was a small stage. I had thought nothing of it; most clubs had some kind of show, so a stage was part of the course. And a kink club was bound to have more shows than most.

But this stage was primarily taken up with a large, plush looking throne. It could easily fit five people in it, and the back of it lifted most of the way up the wall. It was covered in the darkest violet velvet I had ever seen and was all sharp edges. The whole assembly looked more demonic than regal.

Lounging in the massive chair could only be the man from the phone. My soon-to-be new boss, Pry.

He'd obviously had the throne placed just for himself, the way it surveyed the entire club from on high. The teasing smirk on his full lips was enough to tell he loved the scrutiny. Tight leather pants showed off firm legs and a bulge he did nothing to hide, with a simple white shirt and a dark vest that almost matched the colour of his throne.

Now that he could see he had my full attention, Pry unfolded himself from the chair and stood. I was instantly jealous of his height. He didn't have to wear those boots with the high heel, but he did, and it meant he towered over my tiny frame. Of course, my traitorous body that had already cum fucken twice today reacted favorably to the man above me and I could feel my cheeks heat. Apparently, it had no trouble being attracted to the man that was going to be in charge of my paycheck.

The smirk on his face as he stalked the short way to the end of the stage said he could probably read every emotion on my face. It had me scowling, though mostly at myself. I didn't need a hot, arrogant boss with sexy bulging arms and a killer smile taking advantage of my stupid baser instincts. I had some pride; you know?

With that thought, I drew up as straight as I could and came forward, meeting him at the stage with my hand outstretched.

"Mr Pry, it's good to meet you in person."