All of the damage was televised. People were really concerned that something like this could happen here. I told everyone to be quiet. We did not need police or paladins coming to the club. That could make living here difficult for us. Lots of the johns were murmuring about it as they mingled that night. It was our job to take their mind off of it and show them a good time. Xavier returned to the club. That meant Marantyz had to attend to him. It was something that he wanted from his new master. He was a bit upset that he could not sample the johns. I did not blame him. Fear, paranoia and confusion was in the air. Feeding off of the johns tonight would be great. Or, it would be interesting and different from the norm at least. Marantyz would have to settle for feeding on Xavier. I was on the floor to watch everyone dance. Normally, I was in the office. Since it was a great night, I decided to sit in the VIP room. The Wreck was not where I wanted to be at the moment. I looked at Xavier and Marantyz. They looked at me too. "Have a great night together. I'm leaving for the other club." I told them.
Being in the VIP lounge of Club Wrecked was certainly different. They were naturally less reserved and refined than the dancers of They Wreck. As I looked at them from my position, I saw that they were actually looking down in the dumps. I knew they all came from the Abyss, but they were whelps. The patrons were also confused and a bit nervous. Regardless of the eternal battle between angels and demons, this was the city they lived in. This was a massive attack on their city. Some people suspected that it was a terrorist attack. Others were holding out hope that it was all just a freak accident. Mazerrith came over to me. Sitting in my lap, he pouted. "Everyone is upset with me. We sometimes went down there to get real dick and nice trinkets on our time off." he told me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his back. "I'm sorry to hear that. Did they hit you?" I tried to soothe him. He just gave me a dark chuckle. "They know better than to lay a single finger on me." he cooed as I rubbed his tummy and chest. If they were sad, it might not be good to talk about it.
Club Wrecked was still raking in the cash. Most johns did not care if their dancers were sad or not. As long as it did not interfere with blowing their loads. Everyone could suck it up long enough to feed. Mazerrith already had his fill from the bathhouse orgy, so he was keen to sit with me. It keep him from being menaced by the others. Their frustration could lead to something bad if left to fester. I would have to address them after we closed for the day. I had to figure out what I would say. Gloating was clearly not the proper route to take. Snuggling into the back of my pet was helping me calm down and gather my thoughts. "What are you doing? You're not getting hornier doing this. Neither am I, so stop it." he said. I smirked and said "That's because I'm not in the mood right now. I want to talk to everyone here. There has to be something I can say to get them to calm down. Hopefully that makes your life easier. I would hate if you felt unsafe or uncomfortable with everyone hating you for helping me." He looked over his shoulder. "Seriously?" he asked. "You're mine. I have to take care of you."
