Into The Wolf's Den

Chapter 4 - Madeline

A week later I was standing in front of an empty warehouse on the other side of the city. There were no lights on, nothing to tell me that it was even inhabited but I knew better. It was only four in the afternoon and that meant that this strange warehouse nightclub wouldn’t be opening for a few more hours.

I sucked in a deep breath and walked under the neon sign of a wolf’s head and pushed open the door.

Inside, the main lights were on. They were almost harsh to my eyes, just about blinding me as I made my way to the coat checking area. The floors felt a little sticky underneath my black boots, I could feel the resistance with each step I took.

There was a feeling low in my stomach, I couldn’t quite make it out, but it was a feeling like I was in more danger than I cared to admit. The whole place felt off somehow.

A tall, broad guy behind the coat check desk gave me a friendly smile, his teeth were straight and blindingly white and his mop of blonde hair pushed back out of his face. He leaned across the desk, looking me up and down curiously.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” He said smoothly.

I noticed that his black tee clung to his muscular frame and suddenly felt warm, this all felt weird and a little wrong.

“I…uh,” I stuttered. “I have an interview.”

“Madeline?” A voice boomed from behind me, I spun around to face a woman in tall heels, dressed in a tight fitting black dress, and her blonde hair pulled back out of her face in a tight ponytail.

I nodded, a dry feeling in my mouth as I wondered if she was conducting the interview. Suddenly, I felt very underdressed in my black skinny jeans and black blouse.

“Maddy,” I said quickly.

She nodded and motioned for me to follow her. A quick glance behind me and I saw the guy at the desk give me a wink before turning back to his work.

We walked through the club as she rattled off things I was probably meant to be listening to, but I was too stunned. My mind was wandering back to the guy at the coat check, then it was thinking about how I had never stepped foot in this place before today.

The Wolf’s Den was a high class nightclub built in an old factory district of the city. You had to know the right people to get in without waiting in line for hours and hours. I knew almost everything about this place, how the rich of the city came here to splurge. How the girl’s dancing in cages were gorgeous, ant the music was to die for because they always hired the hottest DJs and bands, and that the men serving cocktails were all fit and very fine.

I suddenly felt very out of place.

The lady had stopped walking and was looking at me expectantly. s**t had she asked me a question?

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Could you repeat that?”

“I asked when you could start? Do you know how to pour a shot?” She clarified

“I can start as soon as you need me too, I’m available. And yes, I can pour shots.” I nodded.

“Excellent,” she said, gesturing for me to sit at the bar. “I have some paperwork I need you to sign and as well as a non-disclosure agreement that all the staff are required to sign.”

“Non-disclosure?”

“The owner is adamant about it,” she said quickly, waving her hand dismissively, she continued “the pay is $30 an hour and you’ll get full benefits. You get a one hour break every night, and you in particular will be working from 8pm to 2 am.”

I nodded, mentally trying to figure out the logistics of it all. Six hour shifts weren’t bad and the pay was brilliant. The best pay I had been offered so far. Sure the vibe was a little off, and everyone here was gorgeous and way better looking than I was, but I knew that I wasn’t going to get another opportunity like this. Sucking in a little breath I nodded.

“I’ll take it.” We shook hands and she passed me the paperwork to sign, I didn’t even really look it over. I was just so excited that I had a job. Once everything was signed and agreed upon she told me she wanted to show me where I would be working primarily. I followed her eagerly to one of the VIP areas that was in the loft of the nightclub.

The VIP area was quite a large area. It had its own little bar and four black leather couches with some tables in the middle to put your drinks on. The walls were a deep purple colour with gold embellishments and the floors were a black epoxy with gold flecks in it.

There was a large window overlooking the nightclub, it felt like I could see everything from up here. Curiously, I took a step closer to the window and saw a dark figure down below crossing the floor away from where I was.

“That’s Mr. Herrera,” she said quietly, “you won’t see him much or interact with him much at all so I wouldn’t worry too much about him. Your job is to make our VIP’s drinks and entertain them. You’ll get your own mask and under no circumstances are you to take it off. Do you understand?”

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat.

Did I actually understand?