Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "

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Besides Goldie, but that was an emotion I couldn’t control. Goldie swept me up with her sassy mouth and crippled me, she was the one and only thing that could bring me to my knees, that could tear me open for the world to see.

“You’re right,” I concurred with George. “When are the interviews?”

“Two weeks. You have some time to pull together some graphics and put together a presentation, which needs to be short and concise, because you only have twenty minutes altogether for your presentation and questions at the end.”

“Not a problem,” I said with confidence. This wouldn’t be my first interview for a property. I wasn’t nervous about the presentation; I was worried about what my dad had up his sleeve. The man would do anything to win Lot 17, even sinking to the level of locking me in my own damn house so I didn’t make it to my interview. The man would stop at nothing.

“I will draw up the official plans once again for you to hand out at the interview. Do you want me to get in touch with Jeremy, your assistant, so he can start on the graphics?”

“No, I can handle that,” I answered. “I will be in touch with Jeremy. Thank you for coming over here to tell me, George. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” George said, as he handed me the folder he’d pulled out of his briefcase earlier. “Please call if you need anything; if not, I will be in touch if I hear anything else, and when I hear about the time of your interview.”

“Thank you.”

I dismissed George and opened up my computer to look through my emails, hoping maybe there would be some kind of contact from Goldie. I would take just about anything from her right now, for her to confirm that, in fact, she still thought about me…that she wasn’t with Rex.

When I searched through my emails, scanning for one email address only, I didn’t find anything from her. So, I sat back in my chair and ran my hand through my hair, trying to tamp down my frustration. There was business I needed to tend to, plans for different properties around the city that needed to be discussed, but all I could think about was the little honey-haired girl who took over my heart.

What was she doing? Was she lounging in the arms of Rex Titan right now? Was he really keeping her warm? The mere thought of that happening had me wanting to pull out every last strand of my hair.

“Hey,” came Kace’s voice and a knock to my door.

Looking up, I saw him standing sturdily with someone behind him. Did he really bring up the new Jett Girl with him?

“What are you doing?” I asked, assessing my appearance and disheveled heart. I was by no means prepared to meet a new Jett Girl, especially when it wasn’t on my terms.

“Thought you might want to meet the new Jett Girl,” Kace said with a smirk.

“Now is not the time,” I warned.

“Oh, please, stop being a priss,” a strong, yet feminine voice came from behind Kace.

One of my eyebrows rose at the nerve of the new girl who was about to join my club.

“Excuse me?”

Stepping aside, Kace allowed the new Jett Girl to come forward, and I nearly toppled over.

The beautiful mocha skin of Lyla, Goldie’s old roommate came forward, wearing the Jett Girl gear, minus the mask. She walked toward me with purpose, and from behind her back, she dropped her Jett Girl file on my desk with purpose.

With a smirk on her face, Lyla pointed at the folder and said, “Papers are signed, but I’ve made a few revisions.”

“What gave you the right to do…?”

Lyla held up her hand and interrupted me. “I’m going to stop you right there, buster. You can take your controlling and dominant ways and shove them up your ass. Frankly, I don’t need this job; I’m more than capable of pulling in enough money to make things work for me at the bar. Give me some water and a white T-shirt, and I’ll make the room rain with boners and cash. But you need me for a couple of reasons. One, you need another Jett Girl, since Goldie is now gone. I know how important it is to meet the members’ needs, believe me. Two, I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid because your poor little feelings have been hurt. And three, you need someone to help you find Goldie. I’m the closest thing you’ll get when it comes to that girl. Keep my identity hidden, and during the day, I’ll make it my duty to find out where Goldie is.”

“I don’t care where she is,” I replied arrogantly.

“Yup, calling bullshit on that right away. Nice try, though,” she smiled at me. “So, here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to room with Babs because the room that you were going to give me is Goldie’s, and you’re not going to change that. You can take your Bourbon Room and shove it up your ass. Don’t even ask any of the girls to come up to it, because collectively as a whole, we choose not to submit to you. That room is meant for you and Goldie. I will learn how to present myself and be a fill-in, but the moment Goldie comes back, I’m out. I’m here mainly to make sure you don’t do something completely stupid, like ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

She folded her arms across her chest and smirked at me, as if she knew everything. Her cockiness reminded me of myself, and I hated it. But what I hated more was the lack of control I had; there was zero. I felt like I didn’t have a say in anything, and that was what was going to drive me to do something that I shouldn’t be doing.

“Before you get all huffy, why don’t you let me figure out Goldie, and you focus on your business,” she added, clearly seeing how uncomfortable I was.

“Why should I trust you?” I finally asked, after her demands were over.

“Because I know what’s best for Goldie, and that would be you. I’ve known her for a very long time now, and nothing has brought her such great joy as when she’s with you. You think she lights up a room on her own, try watching her when you’re near. She is so bright, so enthusiastic, so completely Goldie that it’s intoxicating to see. You two are meant for each other, and I’ll be damned if I see it any other way.”

I mulled over her statement. There was one thing she was missing; Goldie wasn’t the only one who changed…I was not the same person when I was around Goldie. I wasn’t a controlling bastard, I was completely different, I was happy, enthralled, completely, without a doubt…in love.

Fuck.

Shaking my head, I turned around and looked out my window. Love? Did it really come to that?

Visions of Goldie ran through my head. The first time she was asked to come up to the Bourbon Room and how nervous she was, the first time we went out on a date and how beautiful she looked in her yellow dress. The first time I gave her a Jett Girl set, the look of joy on her face. The moment I gave her my collar…fuck.

My throat closed up on me as I thought about the loss I was suffering…how I would do anything to have her standing in front of me with my arms wrapped around her waist and my chin resting on her head.

“I’m not going to look for anyone else,” Kace said, backing Lyla up. “It’s Lyla or no one.”

The two pains in my ass must have communicated beforehand, because they were a united front on Goldie’s behalf.

In a surprising moment of complete and utter weakness, I turned my seat so I could rest my elbows on my desk and run my hands over my face. I didn’t do emotion in front of people, but I was so fucking exhausted, I couldn’t help it.

“She’s not with me anymore,” I stated weakly. “I received a message from Rex; she’s with him.”

The room fell silent at my confession. I wasn’t sure what Lyla was thinking, but I could feel Kace’s eyes boring a hole through me. He knew about my past history with Rex and how losing my Little One to him could bring down my stone façade in a matter of seconds, which it proved to do.

“How do you know?” Kace asked, sounding more confused than anything.

“Rex texted me that she was with him. Since he’s not the most trustworthy man, I checked around, and no one else has heard from her. That’s the only place she could be.”

“Shit,” Kace muttered.

“Rex, as in the guy she used to bone for money? No way, he was hot, but she wouldn’t go back to him. Although, he did offer her a life with him a little while back…” Lyla thought out loud.

“What?” I asked, fury starting to pour through me, washing out the debilitating pain of feeling weak and useless.

Startled, Lyla said, “When she first started here, Rex wanted to take her back, once he found out she was becoming a Jett Girl. He offered her a place to stay, so she didn’t have to stay with you. At the time, Rex didn’t know she was desperate for help.”

Vaguely, I remembered Goldie talking to Rex before I gave her a set. Was she taking him up on his offer now? After so long? That didn’t make sense.

“Fucking hell,” Kace said, as he ran his hand over his face.

“What?” Both Lyla and I asked at the same time.

He was silent for a second, and I was about to yell at him to spit it the fuck out, but he continued, “I bet you anything she’s trying to take down Rex’s club. Diego told me he told her what he knew about it. She said she wanted to protect you; without a doubt, that’s what she’s doing.”

Fucking hell was right.

6

“Secrets”

Goldie

The last crack of the flog Blane used echoed against the walls as the girl he was pleasuring screamed in rapture from the orgasm that ripped through her.

What the hell did I just watch?

Whatever it was, I felt a little wrong for watching it, but watching the girl orgasm was fucking hot, like if I had a cock, I would be stroking it right now.

From the corner of my eye, I looked at Rex to see that he was smiling brightly and purely satisfied with Blane’s performance with the fem-bot; I mean, how could he not be pleased? My armpits were sweating and my legs wanted to spread just from watching that.

“Well done,” Rex said, as he stood. “Please release her so she can meet me in the back. I hope you don’t mind, Kitten, since we are building a friendship now.”

I scrunched my face, as I tried to comprehend what he was telling me.

“Don’t mind what?”

Rex pointedly looked down at his crotch and that’s when I noticed his arousal.

“You can take care of it if you want; I would prefer it, actually.”

Gah! Gross. I usually like a good old fashioned boner against the pants, but after the way Rex was practically panting during the whole demonstration and the creepy look on his face now, yeah, I couldn’t be more turned off. Lady boner shriveled up…good job, Rex.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied, really not knowing what to say.

“Really?” Rex asked, “You would rather go to the back with me?”

“What? No!” I shouted, and then realized I needed to bring it down a couple of decibels. “I mean, no,” I replied more calmly. “I misunderstood; I don’t mind if you, uh…let her take care of that,” I pointed at his boner.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and pressed his head against my ear. “Don’t worry, Kitten, she will only be pleasuring me; I’m holding out myself to be with you…emotionally.”

Oh, well fucking lucky me. Jesus. When did Rex become such a creep?

“Got to get it somewhere,” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, wondering what the hell was coming out of my mouth.

“You’re not mad?” Rex asked, looking a little worried.

“You do what you have to do, Rex. Get at it!” I said, while pumping my fist in celebration.

I’m fucking certifiable today.

Taking a good look at me, he ran his hand across my face, making a coarse thrill run through my body from his touch. His mouth connected with my ear and he said, “Believe me, I will be thinking of you the whole time. I can’t wait to get my hands on your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it for months. Explore the club; I’ll be back, Kitten. Until then, think of me.”

Bah! Yeah, that won’t be happening.

“Okay,” I said meekly, trying to make him feel bad.

He should feel bad. What kind of sick creep went off with another woman to relieve himself when he was trying to be with me? If I needed an indication that he had ulterior motives, then this was it. He didn’t want me. He was just using me to get back at Jett in the worst possible way, and the longer I stayed here, the sooner the day would come when I was the one naked on stage, getting flogged up by Blane the muscle man.

“Be good,” he winked and walked away with the girl who’d been shackled to the stage.

In awe, I watched as she followed after Rex with her head down, in a completely submissive state. To say the club was a bit frea-kay was an understatement. Um, how about downright wrong? Men came to Masquerade to watch “demonstrations” on how to dominate a woman, and then they took them to the back rooms to have their ways with them, or they held one-on-one instructional sessions with Blane on stage. Yeah, that’s just fucking weird. Who comes up with something like that?

I thought about the Lafayette Club and how it was more of a high class strip club; no one was ever naked, and the only thing that ever touched the Jett Girls was a man’s lap…that was about it.

Diego’s club was slightly different. I wasn’t quite as immersed in his club, but from my understanding, it was a sex club for couples or singles looking for coupling. There were acts that were performed center stage, but they were works of art, well thought-out erotic dances, not some sex shackling. No one was cuffed, no one was forced to have sex; unlike Masquerade where the women walked around like slaves. Where did they even find the women to participate? Even at my lowest, I don’t think I would have stooped this low.

“Are you just going to let your boyfriend go off with that girl?” an Australian accent asked from the stage.

A little shocked, I looked over at Blane, who was wiping some sweat off of his forehead and looking down at me with a judgmental eye. How dare he judge me? He was the one practically beating a woman a few minutes ago.

“Fuck off,” I said, while turning around and taking in the club, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to bust Rex without bringing in my phone to record everything.

“Cheeky, eh? Don’t be mad at me when you’re being a doormat.”

“Excuse me?” I said, while turning back toward him and practically spitting fire out of my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m not with Rex; I actually despise the man and wish that he would burn in hell along with his partner Leo. I am, by far, the farthest thing from a doormat; I don’t take shit from anyone, and I especially don’t take shit from a highlighted haired man with clothes that are entirely too small for his body,” I stated, while looking Blane up and down. “And your accent is stupid.”

Good one.

I turned back around, and that was when the realization of what I said crossed my mind. Holy shit. Blane was Rex’s friend, they went way back, he was going to tell Rex everything I just said and who knew what would happen from there?

Quickly, I turned around to wipe up my mouth diarrhea, but was faced with a smirking Blane, who started to walk toward me with determination, like he owned the room. Little did he know, I had my fair share of experience with alpha males, and I knew how to put them in their place…easily.

“Listen, I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t talk,” Blane said, as he grabbed my wrist and started walking me toward a door that was off of the bar.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking me, you beast?” I scathed, as I tried to claw my way out of his grasp, but was unsuccessful in getting away from the burly man holding on to me.

“Just stop, will you?” he said, as his accent grew stronger with his irritation.

Scratch that…his accent wasn’t stupid…it was press-my-pussy-button sexy.

We pushed past a mini-kitchen and into an even smaller room that only had a desk and a chair in it. The room reminded me of a manager’s office you would find in a restaurant, stark and depressing.

With his foot, he closed the door to the room and turned on a small desk light before turning toward me and leaning on the desk.

I looked around, and then eyed him suspiciously. “So, what now? You gut me and sell my organs on the black market? Well, too bad for you, I’m missing my appendix, so good luck selling everything as a whole package. Suck it.” I crossed my arms over my chest as he studied me with crystal blue eyes. So what, the man was hot, wouldn’t be the first time I came across a hot, domineering man.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“I do, actually,” I replied smartly.

Nodding, he smirked again and said, “So you don’t like my dearest friend Rex?”

Sweat instantly pricked at my temples, as I tried to figure out what to say. The man seemed too relaxed to be having this conversation with me. I felt like, if he was truly mad, he would have grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the floor until we reached Rex, where he would toss me at Rex’s feet and yell “traitor” at the top of his lungs while shaming me for everyone to see.

Maybe that was a little farfetched, but he seemed too calm and collected right now.

“He’s cool,” I shrugged. It was the best I had. I mean, the man was fucking another girl in the other room. Oh, wait, pardon me, he was letting her “pleasure him,” completely different, apparently.

Laughing, Blane shook his head and said, “You’re so full of crap, but that’s okay. I’m not a fan either.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, a little shocked to see how easily Blane spoke of his distaste for Rex.

“What? Do you think hating Rex only belongs to you? Well, you’re wrong, the guy is a prick.”

I eyed him, looking for a tell that he was lying. “Is this one of those moments where you trick me into telling you how much I don’t like him only for you to record and divulge my secrets to the man in question later?”

“No,” he laughed. “You already let me know about your feelings for the man without me tricking you.”

“So, you are trying to trick me, then,” I poked his chest, only to find that I probably sprained my finger from how strong his muscles were. I should have known better. Men in New Orleans, in the circle of Jett and Rex, equaled, hot, dominant, muscular, and downright irritating.

“No, I’m actually not. I’m trying to find someone to finally be on my side,” he said, more seriously.

Oooh, he wanted to be in cahoots. Things just got interesting!

I leaned forward and said, “You really hate him?”

“Do I hate a man who is blackmailing me to be in his club, forcing me to do things to girls that I, by no means, want to do? Yeah, you could say that.”

“He’s blackmailing you?”

“We’re not getting into that now,” Blane said with authority, snapping me into my place.

God, I hated myself, I reacted so well to a dominant man; it was annoying.

“Fine, what do you want then?”

“The same thing you want.”

“And what do you think that is?” I asked with my hands on my hips.

“Freedom, you want to bring them down and live your life, just like me.”

Well, slap me on the hammy hams, he nailed it.

“I’m going to try to forget why you know that about me…”

“I don’t know you at all,” he cut me off. “But I see the same look in your eyes that’s in mine. You’re repressed, you can’t live the life you want because he’s casting a black cloud over you, holding you back. Am I right?”

“Yes,” I nodded, a little sadly. What I would give to be wrapped up in Jett’s arms right now…It was the one and only thing I wanted, but stupid Rex and Leo were ass cocks and couldn’t let the poor guy live his damn life.

“Good. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I have some ideas, but we have to act quickly.”

“Why?” I asked, starting to grow anxious.

“The interviews for Lot 17 are coming up, and from what I’ve heard, Rex and Leo are in the running to take it. If that happens, we’ll be trapped here forever, because the new club will be improved…it’ll be bigger, more exclusive, and more erotic. I want out of this, and I know you do too. I’ve heard what Rex has planned for you, and believe me, you don’t want to be a part of it.”

“Gang bang,” I mumbled.

“Something like that,” he mumbled back, making my eyes pop out of their sockets. “The only way to keep them from getting the property is by exposing them and their business.”

“Duh, that’s why I’m here,” I pointed out, so he knew he wasn’t the only one with the genius plan.

“The only problem is, there is no way we can with the security Rex has on this place. We need to devise a plan, and I think I have one, but you might have to get your hands dirty.”

“How dirty?” I asked, with a quirk to my eyebrow.

“Not too dirty, but you won’t have the luxury of just sitting around, teaching the girls. We have about two weeks to watch Rex’s pattern and take advantage of it. We need to get him in a routine when he walks in here…”

A slam of a door cut Blane off from speaking as he looked toward the door.

“You have to go. You can’t let Rex see you with me. He’ll know something is up.”

“Okay,” I said, while opening the door.

“I plan on seeing you every day. Don’t approach me; I will approach you when the time is right. Until then, do what Rex says, don’t let him think any differently.”

I nodded, and without a glance back, I exited the small room.

With renewed confidence, I walked down the service hallway to the main room, feeling like a secret spy. I wanted to crawl against the walls and do hand motions to Blane to tell him the room was clear. Where were my spy glasses? My magnifying glass? We were going to bust this joint wide open!

“Goldie, where were you?” Rex boomed as he came toward me.

My inner excitement was squashed instantly by the fury pouring off of him.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around, and then grabbed my crotch instinctively and started dancing around.

“Can you believe I almost went to the bathroom in the sink over there? Where’s the damn pisser?”

The worry lines that were etching Rex’s face relaxed as he watched me pretend to struggle with my over-filled bladder.

“To the right,” he pointed. “Second door.”

“Thanks,” I said with a pained voice. I ran toward the bathroom and locked myself in it. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. My heart was racing from almost being caught with Blane in the little closet office. Rex would have had a man-fit if he saw us exit at the same time. As if he had the right…he was just with another woman. I was still trying to get over the audacity he had of going through with such a thing. What a squid.

After I went to the bathroom, I washed my hands and opened the door, where I was greeted by Rex. He was leaning against the wall, waiting for me. He was definitely paranoid.

“All set?” he asked, eyeing me.

“Yup, are you? Did you have a nice time?” I asked with a sweet voice, trying to show that what he did wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world.

Taking a deep breath, he leveled with me and said, “It was just fine.”

“Just fine? Do I need to teach her some moves?” I asked, swiveling my hips.

“No, you just need to fuck me,” Rex said, while grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against his body. “I won’t be able to wait long for you, Goldie. Especially with you sleeping such a short distance away from me. You belong to me, simple as that.”

So, the man was a creep, but I still got a little excited when he talked to me in his dominant voice. There was something about his dark, stubble-caressed jaw and the deep gaze in his eyes that turned my insides into a little flutter. I was a lady with an overactive vagina that drooled when an alpha walked in the room; I couldn’t help it.

Clearing my throat, I gently nodded and pushed away. “Am I going to meet the girls? When do I start? I’m still a little unclear on what you’re looking for from me.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded and grabbed my hand. “I will introduce you to the girls.”

Rex dragged me through the back of the club and into a small room that was closed off by only a curtained door. The back of the club was a disaster. There were exposed pipes and beams and garbage scattered everywhere amid the construction; it appeared to be in a constant state of disrepair. It surprised me how unprofessional it was, but then again, the members never came to the back, and it wasn’t like the health code inspectors were invited for a tour. I guess I just expected more from Rex. From the way he presented himself, I would have thought he had the same standards as Jett, but boy was I wrong about that.

The two men were complete opposites. Jett was modern and dignified, a real man. Rex was a crusty old hoarding historian with a pack-rat problem. Lesson learned, never judge a book by its cover, because where Rex is more open and welcoming, he really was a terrible man. Jett was closed off and rude when you first met him, but he’s a true gentleman at heart.

Rex cleared his throat to gather the attention of the room. I peeked around Rex’s shoulder and saw three women, stark naked and sitting in chairs like robots. They weren’t talking, they weren’t moving, just staring at the wall and sitting in a row, waiting to be commanded to do something.

Holy hell, was I living in some kind of sex slave paradox?

“Ladies,” Rex greeted them, but they didn’t lift their heads. “This is Goldie; she will be your manager and teacher when it comes to the acts you will be performing out on stage. She comes with great experience, and I encourage you to listen to her.” Rex turned to me and grabbed my hand to bring to his lips. “I have to go work on some paperwork. Please start working on some choreography for a still-life show. I would prefer to see them slowly touch each other in different positions.”

Gross! Fucking pervert.

Smiling and nodding, I allowed him to kiss my hand, even though I wanted to punch him square in the teeth.

“When will they need to know the choreography by?”

“We need them to know it by this weekend, and they need to know it without you leading them, because you will be attending a gala with me Saturday night.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, feeling a little apprehensive of who might be at this gala.

“Yes, your dress will be picked out for you. We’ll go over the details later. Be useful, Goldie, and whatever you do, stay away from Blane; I saw the way he looked at you, and I didn’t like it.”

Swallowing hard, I smiled brightly and said, “Not a problem. He’s got that whole jock thing going on anyway, too bulky, you know?” I asked, while flexing my muscles. “Like, where’s your neck, dude? Bench much?” I elbowed Rex, but he just looked at his arm where I touched him and then took off.

Pull the fucking stick out, dick wad.

Despite what I said, Blane wasn’t too bulky at all; he was just perfect and he had a neck, boy did he have a neck. The perfect neck to lick…

Fuck, I was horny. A couple of days away from Jett and already I was envisioning my tongue running up some other guy’s neck. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I turned to the girls and eyed them all. Their heads were down and their hands were in their laps, all posed the same way.

They either went through some crazy sex slave shock therapy or they were desperate for cash. I would say it was the latter. I didn’t blame them; I knew exactly how they felt.

Clearing my throat, I stood in front of them with my arms crossed, channeling my inner Kace and screamed at the top of my lungs, making all of them jump about a foot out of their chairs and look at me as if I was some crazy banshee on the loose.

“That’s better,” I said, while I started to pace the room, looking at all of them. If I only had a whip and a whistle, I would be ready to teach these girls a lesson in submitting to a man. Defiance was the true key to submission. Without defiance, what was the point of having a dominant man? They wouldn’t be challenged, and you would just be a doormat. Plus, a good spank to the old backdoor melon was a pleasant way to spend a night.

“Listen up you swaying kumquats, when I’m in the room, you look me in the eye, you puff your chest out with pride, and you own the fact that you are naked with two other women in a room that is less than satisfactory for our fine asses. Yes, that’s right, you ladies are fine, you’re beautiful, you’re more than just a smooth piece of skin with a beating heart. You’re women, damn it, you have the power to take down any man you want to, and do you know why?” I pointed at them and then gripped my tits and crotch. “Because we hold the ticket to that pestering one-eyed pant snake that is trying to eat up our gentle lady folds any chance it gets. We get to tell it when it can enter and when we can clench around the swiveling little worm and suffocate him until he squirts his man seed.” I clenched my fist and held it in the air as I spoke. “We hold the cards, ladies. Now, let’s stand up, smack our tits together, and show those men who’s in charge.”

I held true to my fist pump and waited for the cheer from the women below from my incredibly inspirational speech, but was greeted with silence instead of a loud victory call.

Tough Crowd.

I lowered my arm and looked at them to see they were all staring at me as if my vagina just fell off. Glancing at the ground, I made sure that wasn’t the case, and then clapped my hands together to lift the silence in the room.

“Up and at ‘em, ladies. Let’s go, stand up, yup that’s it. Get on those feet.”

Timidly, they stood up and looked at each other, wondering if they were going to get in trouble. What the hell had happened to them all?

Wanting to make them feel more comfortable, I said, “I’m Goldie, like Rex said. The only reason I know him is because he used to pay me for sex. I used to live on Bourbon Street, where I worked at Kitten’s Castle as a half nude waitress until I was recruited to be a Jett Girl.” All their heads popped up and their eyes lit with interest.

“You were a Jett Girl?” one of the girls asked meekly.

“I was, and it was amazing. I learned a lot from that experience, and I’m going to teach you guys the same thing, but first, we need to drop the submissive act and learn about each other.”

“We can’t,” the girl who’d gained enough courage to open her mouth answered for everyone. “If Rex saw us speaking, he would fire us, and we can’t be fired; we can’t afford it,” she trailed off.

My heart turned in my chest. They were in the same position I was a few months ago, but to my luck, Jett Colby offered me a contract, not Rex Titan.