Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Seven
“Crazy”
Lo
There is this feeling you have the next morning after an amazing bout of sex, this tingle in your lady area that keeps saying, you were utterly fucked to the hilt of your cervix last night and holy fuck was it good.
As I brushed my hair out for the day, I thought about that feeling that Jett gave me. He was an animal last night, like he couldn’t get inside me enough and I agreed, I wish he was able to bury himself deeper. I made a mental note to start stretching more.
Last night, I saw Jett cave, I saw him cave to my needs and once again I realized, I did hold the cards like he always said. Was I insulted last night, fuck yeah but was Jett sincere and honest? He was. He was right, there was a lack of class where I was concerned. I have a dirty mouth and I know how to use it, and I’ve used it on him so I can only imagine his hesitation when it comes to taking me to some high class society parties but what he doesn’t realize is that I can clean up when need be.
It’s like going to visit your grandparents, there was a certain filter you used when talking to them. No fuck this and fuck that and pussy on my shoulder kind of crap. There is a certain innocent poise that you must use with grandparents, like, “Oh the weather was a total dreary mess yesterday.” Or “Man, I played a mean game of solitaire last night that kept me up till nine!” Simple as that, when out and about with Jett, I just had to channel my grandparent filter. Shouldn’t be too hard, especially since I would be practicing with Miss Mary.
I grabbed my mask and heels and slipped them on since I would be walking through the main house to meet Miss Mary in the dining room. The masks started to feel like a second skin now and when I wasn’t wearing one, I almost felt naked. The business shirts that we had to wear were still a little awkward. It was like wearing a dress at all times, which was fine, but fuck I could use a frump day and wear a pair of holey sweats. Heels were heels, I have always worn them so no biggie there.
With my hair in a high ponytail and my Jett Girl attire on, I headed down the back staircase and to the dining room. This would be the first time that I would actually spend time in the dining room. It made me sad that we never really had any formal dinners. The girls and I usually just ate in the back of the Toulouse Room before a presentation. We still had a lot of fun but it would be nice to have something formal, to treat ourselves and have dinner as a “family.”
My heels hit the tile of the hallway that led toward the dining room, echoing off the walls. The Lafayette Club was gorgeous and sophisticated, I didn’t think I would ever get over the fact that I lived in such a place so instead, I just soaked it all in. Rags to…pretend-riches was my story. They weren’t my riches but I lived in them.
I was taking in a picture of Bourbon Street on the wall near the grand entryway when I heard someone walking toward me. My heart flipped as I hoped it was Jett, and even though I saw him for a good portion of last night, I still got butterflies in my stomach just knowing I might see him again. As I looked up to see if it was Jett, I saw a pair of blue eyes but they weren’t Jett’s or Kace’s…they were someone else’s.
Standing in front of me, in a well-tailored suit was a light-skinned African American man with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes that hit me in my very soul. I stopped in my tracks as I took in his broad shoulders, his well-defined chest that I could see ripple under his dress shirt and the tight waist that peeked under his sport coat. The man exuded confidence just like Jett and had an air of sophistication that rivaled Jett’s.
Umm…fucking yummy.
He smiled at me as he stared at my chest and that was when I realized I was gripping my breast and practically pinching my nipple right in front of the man. I was a horny, horny girl. Quickly tearing my hand away from my breast and hoping my other hand wasn’t fingering myself without my knowledge, I nodded at him and continued my trek to the dining room.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me that I recognized as Kace’s. The man insisted upon pounding his way through the house.
“Diego, how are you man?” Kace asked with lightness to his voice that I never received. Moody bastard.
“Good to see you, Kace. I’m just fine. Is Jett upstairs?” Diego, I presumed, said in a deep, luscious voice. Oh God, was he hot. Did Jett only know hot people? Was I sucked into some hot man black hole? If I was, I was fucking loving it.
“Yup, he’s waiting for you. You can go on up.”
I heard footsteps walk away as I held on to the wall of the hallway not minding my own business at all. I was curious and I loved butting into everyone else’s business.
“Don’t you have refining school to get to?” Kace breathed inches from my ear making me yip in surprise. Apparently the man did know how to be silent when he walked because I didn’t hear him coming up behind me at all.
I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes. “I was just taking in the texture of this wall,” I replied, trying to pass off my nosiness.
He didn’t buy it. “Mind your own business, Lo. How many times do I have to tell you that?” he whispered in my ear, sending goose bumps along my body as I felt his breath caress my skin. My hormones were on overload.
“Probably a couple more,” I replied in a cute voice while smiling.
Kace huffed as his eyes blatantly wondered down my shirt that was gaping open at the top. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were blazing with need which only made me gulp.
“Everything okay with Jett?”
Only able to move my head since my throat was dry, I nodded.
“Good. Listen to Miss Mary. She will tell you everything you need to know.”
Kace pulled away, allowing me to breathe again, no longer sucking in all the air in my vicinity.
Before I walked into the dining room, Kace called out my name again. I turned to see him standing in the entryway, with his hands tucked into the worn out pockets of his jeans and his plane white T-shirt stretching across his chest. No matter who my heart belonged to, it would always have a special place for Kace…always.
“Thank you…for checking on me yesterday.” He looked up through his eyelashes as he talked to me, a modest pose I hadn’t seen from him before. Whatever happened to him, hit him hard because he never showed emotion and right now, all I could see was hurt and pain pouring out of him.
“Any time,” I replied.
He stepped forward for a second and then shook his head as if what he was about to do would be the biggest mistake of his life. I wanted to go up to him and ask him what was going on but I didn’t. I kept the line that was drawn in the sand between the two of us, respected his wishes and entered the dining room with a heavy heart.
***
Learning etiquette didn’t seem like it would be very hard to do until I stepped into the dining room and came face to face with Miss Mary. I was expecting to see a little old white lady, with an impressive bouffant and real pearls gracing her neck but instead I was standing next to a six foot tall, rotund black woman with a scarf in her hair and an apron around her belly. Her face read, “Don’t fuck with me,” and I wasn’t going to! I glanced at the ruler that she was holding in her goliath-sized hands and gulped.
“You must be Lo,” she greeted.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked, confused.
“The proper term is yes, not yeah.”
“Ohhh. Yeah, I’m kind of a ditz.”
“Yes,” she said more sternly, making me realize I did it again.
“Fuck, sorry.”
There are times in your life where you realize that you must be wearing a protective shield around your body because the laser beams of pure dragon fire that were spouting out of Miss Mary’s eyes would have disintegrated me on the spot from dropping the f bomb if I didn’t have that protective shield.
“Oh God.” I covered my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say fuck…I mean swear. I didn’t mean to swear.”
“Sit.” Miss Mary pointed to a chair that was pressed up against the wall.
There were no pleasantries, just like the first time I met Kace, we got straight down to business.
Not wanting to see any more scary veins pop out of Miss Mary’s forehead, I did as was directed and kept my mouth shut because right now, it was not helping me any.
I sat in the chair, crossed my legs, placed my hand on my knee and sat up properly. There, good posture, legs are closed, chin is tilted up, I look fucking good…I mean, just good.
Miss Mary walked up to me, patting the ruler in her hand as if she were getting ready to pepper my ass with it and observed my stance. I stood tall with confidence even though my insides were quivering.
“Do not move, not even an inch,” she said as she stood right in front of me. I didn’t know if that meant I couldn’t talk but I decided not to risk it so I stayed silent.
She ran the ruler up my arm, up my neck to my chin and said, “Are you better than me?”
“What?” I asked, trying not to move my mouth much because I was afraid I was about to be ruler whipped across the face, that’s how scary this lady was.
“Your chin, it’s thrust up in the air, which turns your nose up and the only reason someone would have such posture is if you were better than me. So, I will ask you again, are you better than me?”
“No!” I practically shrieked in embarrassment and pushed my chin down so it was threatening to kiss my chest.
“Are you my submissive?”
If ears could pop off a head as they tried to hear someone again, my ears would have been dangling on the damn floor. Is this some kind of fucked up kinky finishing school Jett was putting me through? I looked up at a camera that was in the corner and wondered if he was getting a kick out of this.
“Uh…no?” I asked in a question because frankly I had no clue what the fuck was going on.
“Well, you either are or you’re not,” she stated boldly.
“I guess I’m not.”
“Very well, then your chin needs to be set at an even plain. Too high and you put out the feeling that you are better than everyone, too low and you give the feeling that you are a submissive to everyone and have no confidence.” She grabbed my chin and evened out its height. I wanted to scream and tell her she could have just done that in the first place instead of the mind fuck I just went through but knew I was still in freeze mode and she was still holding that ruler.
With the ruler, she ran it up my thigh that was exposed, thanks to the Jett Girl attire I had to wear and stopped where my shirt met my thigh.
“I thought your advertising days were over.”
“Advertising?” I asked, not understanding.
“Are you still getting paid for sex?”
“What?! How do you know that?” I asked entirely awestruck and hurt. That was private information that no one else should know besides Jett and Kace.
“Does it matter?” she asked, testing my limits.
“It sure as hell does when you know my private information,” I replied, feeling steamed.
“Miss, I suggest you clean up your mouth because your swearing will not be tolerated.”
I was about to stand up when Kace appeared in the dining room entry way, with his arms crossed over his chest and an annoyed look on his face.
“Don’t even think about getting up,” he said with authority.
“I can get the fuck up if I want. What the fuck is this, Kace?”
A loud snap echoed in the room as I felt the swoosh of the ruler hitting the chair I was sitting in breeze by me, sending me into the corner of the chair.
“Fucking Christ!” I screamed as I looked up at Miss Mary who was preparing for another lashing but Kace held her back and whispered something in her ear. Miss Mary nodded and walked out of the room while taking a deep breath as if she was the one who needed a break.
I looked up at Kace and said, “What happened to hiring an old lady with a jittery voice to teach me? I didn’t know I would be shaking hands with the devil’s dickhole this morning. Fucking hell!”
Kace placed both his hands on the arms of the chair I was sitting in and leaned over so our noses were almost touching.
“Listen to me carefully, Lo, because I’m not going to repeat myself. You are to do and say everything Miss Mary tells you. You are to learn to be a lady, to control that mouth of yours and to be proper; if you don’t, Jett will be taking someone else with him to his social events and I’m sure you don’t want that.”
“He said that to you?” I asked, feeling a little deflated.
“No, but I know that if this doesn’t work out, he has to bring someone and he’s not good at giving people second chances. So do as you’re told, shut your fucking mouth and get the job done. Got it?”
“Yes,” I said meekly as I thought about Jett with another girl.
Kace placed his hand on my chin and made me look him in the eye as he said, “He wants you there, he chose you to be there so don’t think for a second that that is not the truth. You just have to prove it to him that he made the right decision, okay?”
“Okay.”
“That a girl.” His thumb brushed against my cheek for a second before pulling away. “You can do this, Lo, just stop being a stubborn fuck and listen.”
I nodded my head as Kace exited and the devil herself walked back in. I got back into position and Miss Mary said, “I’m sorry we started off on the wrong foot and that I offended you by bringing up your past history but before I came here, Kace had to inform me what I was working with and that meant knowing your history.” She looked at my legs again and said, “Now, tell me, are you advertising still?”
“No,” I said with less bravado.
“Good, then you need to uncross your legs, sit up tall and cross at the ankles, that is how a lady sits.”
Last thing I knew, I had a vagina in my pants which made me a lady, despite the way I crossed my damn legs. It was going to be a long-ass day.
Chapter Eight
“All the Pretty Girls”
Jett
“There’s the sexiest man I know.” Diego’s voice rang out as I looked up from the contracts I was reading.
I stood and held out my hand to the man I’ve known for a while now. “Diego, it’s good to see you.”
With his free hand, Diego gripped my shoulder and said, “That new girl seems to be doing something good because you’re practically glowing,” Diego said in a cheesedick voice.
“Fuck off.” I smiled as I went to my bar and grabbed small glasses of bourbon for the both of us.
We both took seats in my office as we sipped the amber liquid.
“So, tell me how the club is coming along,” I said as I crossed my ankle over my knee.
Nodding his head, he said, “Good, good. Thank you for hooking me up with the lender. He is awesome and I was able to get the money I needed for the renovations.”
“Good.”
Diego was someone I met from working with the Boys and Girls club. He grew up in the bad part of New Orleans where opportunity to succeed was non-existent. He lived on the streets for ten years which you wouldn’t be able to tell now but when he was on the streets, he did anything to earn a dime and that meant he robbed tourists most of the time. It wasn’t until he made the mistake of trying to rob me after a night I was working at the Boys and Girls club that he tried to rob the wrong person. Instead of reporting him, I helped him. I gave him an education, gave him a place to live and got him out of the gutter. He was an unofficial Jett Girl which I still joke about. He doesn’t take too kindly to it but he’s making a name for himself and by the way he was dressed, I could tell he has changed from the inside out.
“When do you start breaking ground on the new place?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“We already have. We have the main room completed and the themed rooms were just started on. The bar they put in is fucking stellar, man.”
“I can’t wait to see it. Have you decided on the themes yet, or a name for the club?”
Diego and I shared the same interests when it came to the bedroom. We both dabbled in kink and required our women to submit to us and only us. I didn’t know much about Diego’s lifestyle choice but what I did know was that when he told me he wanted to put together a kink club, I was more than supportive and thrilled about the idea.
“Le Cirque du Diable,” he said with pride. “The Circus of the devil is what the club will be called and the rooms I’m still working on, but they will go with the feel of the club. I have some people I still have to hire and then we need to start practicing our shows but I sure as hell know who’s going to be the ringmaster,” he said with a glint in his eye.
I laughed as I shook my head. “Man, I would love to see you take center stage.”
“I didn’t take you for a guy lover,” Diego teased.
“In your fucking dreams, man.”
He laughed and grew serious for a second. “I do need to find someone to paint some designs on my walls.”
“Designs on your walls?”
“You know, the club has a vintage circus theme, minus the animals, and I need to add some decorative crap…add a woman’s touch, you know? But I need someone I can trust because I don’t want the club getting out to the public. It’s going to be invite only.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I stroked my chin as I thought about Diego’s dilemma. There was an easy solution that anyone could see and that would be to let Diego borrow Goldie, have her go over there and paint her little heart out but the thought of her being alone in a kink club with Diego gnawed at my gut. It didn’t seem like the best idea. I liked Diego but I didn’t fully trust the guy either.
“If I think of something, I’ll let you know,” I said instead, feeling slightly guilty that I already had a solution to his problem.
“Thanks, man.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Now, on to the good stuff, I was able to do some…snooping, thanks to some friends that I have and I found out the kind of bid your dad put on Lot 17. It’s not a bad bid, man, and he’s offering a lot of concessions as well. It’s not a formal bid, more of an acknowledgement of what he could offer.”
Diego handed me the paper and I took a look at it. The price tag was exactly what I was looking at for myself so that was easily matchable but as I looked at the concessions, I realized that my dad was trying everything in the book to get what he wanted. There were kickbacks from his building that would be given to the sellers for five years, under the table of course and there was also lifetime VIP access into his “gentleman’s” club which was just an illegal strip club that I knew of but couldn’t quite prove just yet, I was still working on doing some more snooping myself.
I looked up at Diego and said, “Thank you. I appreciate this.”
“Anything for you. You changed my life, Jett.”
“You changed it, Diego. I just gave you an opportunity.” I finished off my drink and set the empty glass down on my desk. “I’m going to the Fairfield event this Friday. Anyone I need to make sure to shake hands with?”
“Let me check and I will text you later with the information.” Diego peeked over at my cameras and nodded toward them, “That the girl?”
I looked up and saw Goldie holding a wine glass and standing in the dining room while having a conversation with Miss Mary. Her posture was straight, she held her wine glass properly and she seemed to exude a little more confidence than normal.
Not able to lie to Diego because he would be able to see right through me, I said, “That’s the girl.”
Nodding in appreciation, Diego replied, “She’s got one hell of a rack, man.”
Smiling, he got out of his chair and buttoned his suit coat. It was best he left because his little comment had my rage starting to flare up.
“I’ll be in touch. Play nice, Jett.”
“I could say the same about you.”
Diego threw his head back and laughed. “I never play nice.”
And that was what I was fucking afraid of.
***
Jett: Send Babs up
I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside Goldie but knowing that my head wasn’t in a good place, thanks to Diego’s ribbing and the new found information on my dad and Lot 17, I decided to opt out of the Bourbon Room and call up Babs.
We had a lot to go over and now was the perfect time.
There was a light knock on my office door, alarming me that Babs had arrived.
“Come in,” I called out.
Babs walked in, wearing a business shirt over her Jett Girl kit, a pair of thigh high black boots and her hair was a purple bob wig rather than her long blond hair. Her mask wasn’t on which I normally would have harped on her for but the club was empty now and she took the back stairs.
“Hey, boss man,” she said as she took the seat across from me. “You beckoned?”
“I wanted to go over your makeup line and make sure you were on track for your launch.”
Each Jett Girl had the opportunity to gain an education through the Lafayette Club and apply that to real life after they left the club. Babs chose to start her own makeup line. It was a real passion of hers but she needed help getting her business going and working on a marketing strategy so we have been meeting every once in a while to go over her plan. Babs would be leaving soon, my first true Jett Girl to leave, and I wanted to make sure she was fully prepared and ready for her departure. I had to be honest, I was damn proud of the girl.
Babs’ face lit up from my interest in her new adventure. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my desk and started talking animatedly. “I just received my test packing in the mail today and I could not be more pleased. I went with a black-and-purple theme, I hope that’s okay?”
I smiled. “It’s perfectly fine with me.”
“I wanted to switch things up, you know? After thinking about it, I really wanted to play off your choice color of purple for justice because this makeup line is my justice. This is my second chance and I want to make sure I take full advantage of it.”
“I couldn’t be more proud,” I said honestly. “Have you opened a business bank account and filed as an LLC yet?”
Babs cringed. “Not yet, but that’s next. I hate paperwork and all that business stuff seems too confusing. I’m good at planning and making things but the business side of things is confusing.”
“Aren’t you taking that business class?” I asked while propping my right ankle over my left knee and sitting back in my chair.
“Uhh, well…”
I looked at her sternly and said, “You’re to put everything on hold until you take that class. There is to be nothing else planned, picked out or produced until you pass it with flying colors. You need to know the basics of operating a business if you want to be successful at all. I expected more from you, Babs, you have to set an example.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me and then sat back in her chair.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was only busy helping out Lo so she felt like she fit in, so she was able to prove to everyone that she was meant to be a Jett Girl. Sorry that I took a break from my life to help her out.”
My stomach flipped from the mention of Goldie’s name and I refused to think about why.
“She didn’t have to prove that to anyone, I knew from the start.”
“You know that’s bullshit. She might not have had to prove it to you but she sure as hell had to prove it to Kace.”
“Kace has no authority where I’m concerned.”
Babs gave me the “you’re full of shit” look.
“Fine, he has a little authority but I overrule him,” I conceded.
“Pissing around your territory, Jett? That’s very unbecoming of you.”
Growing frustrated, I sat up and spoke directly to her. “Stop changing the subject. Everything that is not involved with your makeup line is to desist and you are to sign up for the business class tonight. I’m not doing this to be a bastard like you think, I’m doing this because I want nothing more than for you to succeed and if that means I need to hone you in, then I will. You were right when you said this was your second chance and I’m going to make it my mission that you flourish, all right?”
Babs somberly nodded her head as she looked down at her hands. When she looked back up, there were tears clouding her eyes. Babs never showed emotion, ever. She was just as stoic as I was so to see her eyes brimming with tears was new to me.
“I just want to thank you, Jett.”
I didn’t do well when people thanked me, gave me credit for things. It was hard to be gracious because all I felt was awkward. I was born into a privileged life and because of that, I made it my mission to help those who weren’t privileged, it was my duty.
“You’re welcome,” I said politely.
“Do you know what I’m thanking you for?”
“I have an idea,” I said with a slight smile, not revealing too much, never revealing too much.
“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. I want to thank you for picking me, for welcoming me into your home and giving me a chance to recreate myself. You gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity and I couldn’t be more grateful. You saved me, Jett, you’ve saved all of us.”
I just nodded, wanting this moment to pass.
Babs sensed my uneasiness and laughed.
“God, you just can’t handle it when someone passes you a compliment, can you?”
“Nope,” I answered honestly. “Now, if you would excuse me, I need to get to bed. You’re going to sign up for that class right away, right?”
“Yes, Daddy dearest.”
I cringed, making her laugh. “Let’s refrain from calling me that.”
“You’re too easy.” Babs got up and started walking toward the door. She turned around in the doorframe and said, “Oh, you might want to go see Lo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the girl’s smile fall so flat since I’ve been here after I was called up.”
I didn’t acknowledge Babs because what was going on between Lo and I was our business, I didn’t want to encourage the other Jett Girls’ advice, especially since they loved giving it so freely.
“Don’t you fuck with her, Jett. She is too good for that.” Babs apparently didn’t care about my silence.Those were her parting words as she walked away and headed back downstairs.
Like I didn’t already fucking know that. Goldie was way too good, especially for a heartless bastard like me but because of that lack of heart, I didn’t think about the repercussions, instead I just took what I wanted and what I wanted was Goldie.
