Beth’s heels clicked on the linoleum flooring. In the dark with only the glow of light leaking in from under the front door, the club was creepy and quiet. She hated being alone in the club. It felt weird. The rooms were too clean and sterile.
Technically that"s exactly what they needed to be. They needed to be cleaner than clean. All surfaces were wiped down with disinfectant at the close of the night. At the end of a really good night, she could still feel the emotions and the raw s****l energy that filled the club. She practically fed on the memories. Or maybe she simply enjoyed thinking about all the s*x and play that had happened in those rooms.
Opening the club, it was too sterile, too stark, too empty. It was as if the life and energy of the club dissipated in the daylight hours.
