Chapter 87

I'm watching the floor half-heartedly, picking my nails and sighing with boredom. There is a weird, eerie quietness to the club tonight, and it hasn't escaped my attention that several members failed to show for their pre-booked night of fun. There is an aura of seriousness in the air and it's affecting everyone in here. I've even caught Jackson pacing the room and looking around in confusion as to why the atmosphere is so sombre. It's given me an anxious knot in my gut all night which has only grown larger by the hour and has me fidgeting uncontrollably. I hate the atmosphere in here and the fact no one seems to be in the merry frame of mind like on a normal night. It's not like we have changed anything that would have this kind of negative effect. There is a full strip floor show going on, tenders serving booze and drugs and the girls are working extra hard to get the men going. The men, however, are huddled in little serious groups with a lot of secretive chatter going