Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"

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“What?” I asked breathlessly, as my legs clenched, needing sweet release.

“You have been beckoned to the Bourbon Room.”

***

To say I was fucking nervous was the understatement of the century. Kace showed me where to go and said to expect a card with directions on a table and to do exactly as it said.

When I reached the third floor, I turned to the left like I was told and opened the black door to the Bourbon Room. As I opened the door, I was surrounded by the familiar décor of the Toulouse Room. Deep purple walls, black carpet, black molding, chrome handles and lots nude pictures of women. What stood out differently from the Toulouse Room was all the contraptions scattered around the space. It looked like he did gymnastics in the room.

In the far back, was a giant four poster bed that had deep purple bedding that looked beyond luscious to sleep in. To the right, there was some kind of balance beam and chaise lounge that was framed in a wave-like motion. I had seen one of those kinds of chairs before, but couldn’t remember the name. To the left was a stripper pole, classic, a sitting area with blankets and a dresser with multiple drawers. In the middle, there was a black table with a card on it and a table-looking contraption that looked like something you would find at the gynecologist, but this one was upholstered and actually looked like it might be a good time. Below it, there were drawers and buttons that frankly scared me from not knowing what they did.

I went to the card and opened it to see how Jett wanted me, something Kace warned me about. He seemed concerned and disappointed when I took off for the third floor, but I couldn’t think about that now.

The card read…

Lo, 

Thank you for coming up to the Bourbon Room. These notes will never be this formal again, but since this is your first time, I thought I would take it easy on you. Please make yourself comfortable on the cushioned table to your left. Keep your bra and panties on, but you can take off your heels. There is a blindfold to the side of the table. I will not come in the room until you have that around your beautiful blue eyes. Once you do, I will be in shortly.

-Jett

Anticipated excitement rolled through my body as I went over to the table, found the blindfold and put it securely around my face. Yes, I thought it was odd I had to be blindfolded, but at this point, I didn’t care. I needed him…badly. I had some pent-up pussy frustration that begged to be released and I planned on releasing it tonight.

Chapter Twenty Two

“Untouched”

Jett

I knew Goldie was in the Bourbon Room, but before I went over there, I had to calm the rage that was boiling through my body first.

What the hell was Kace doing? I was working on my computer, looking over some property contracts when I turned and saw Kace gripping Goldie as she grinded against him. The only way I knew how to stop it was to have him send her up here. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm and I couldn’t have her first orgasm in my house be with another man. Kace was way out of line and he would be hearing about it later, but first, I had to take care of Goldie.

She was a sexual creature and it had been way too long for her. She needed to be touched; she needed to release all of her sexual frustration that was building up in her body, making her act out like she did today.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the room and opened the door. Goldie was sitting on the table, twisting her hands on her lap and listening to every move I made. As I closed the door, her ears picked up and she looked toward me.

Her body was perfect. All the Jett Girls had amazing bodies, but there was something about Goldie that made her different. Her curves were more plentiful than the other girls, but she had an incredibly petite body, making her look like sex on a stick.

“Hello,” I said, as I stood in front of her.

“Hi,” she responded nervously. It was adorable. Fuck, I was in for it.

Her honey-colored hair was wild like normal and fell past her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. Her pink lips itched to be touched and I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She was mouth-watering good and I was about to devour her.

“I’m Jett.” I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.

She smiled and said, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but…I kind of can’t see you.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is it? Because from where I’m sitting, it seems like you don’t want me to see you because you have some kind of deformity.”

I chuckled to myself. “Is that what you really think?”

“Well, prove me wrong.”

“Not tonight.”

She sighed and then said, “Has anyone ever told you, you have the sexiest fucking voice ever?”

Shaking my head and laughing at her non-existent filter, I responded, “No, I have never been told that, but thank you.”

“Well shit, that surprises me, because the first time you talked at Kitten’s Castle, I assume that was you, I nearly creamed my pants listening to you order a bourbon. That was you, right? Of course it was and that was you at Jackson Square too, wasn’t it? I could tell because your voice is so distinct…”

I just stood there and listened to her ramble on about my voice. Normally, I didn’t let any girl talk this much, but I couldn’t help it; she was entertaining. I was constantly wondering what she was going to say next.

“…and that’s why they call them beignets. Weird, right? I don’t know how I got on that whole rant, but it is interesting. Ugh, you probably hate me right now. When I get nervous, I just start talking. I hate awkward silences. I would rather tell you my height and weight before there is silence between us.” She paused for a second and then said, “Umm…my height is…”

“You can stop now,” I said calmly.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

I stood even closer and was about to ask her a question when she said, “God, you smell like heaven. I think I could just smell you and have an orgasm. I heard you have a huge cock.” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head as I threw my head back and silently laughed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shit.”

“Lo, do I have permission to touch you?”

She picked her head up and I saw one eyebrow raise past her blindfold. “What do you mean? You ask? I thought you were just going to do your thing. Don’t you own me or something?”

“No, I don’t. You hold all the cards. If you want to be touched, you tell me. I ask every girl when they come in here, I ask them all one question, if they have something to say to me.”

“Oh? And what do they say?”

“They say, I’m ready to submit to you. When they say that, they give me their most precious gift, their body. When you hand your body over to me, I treat it with the utmost care and worship it. I understand the trust you are handing over to me and I make sure to never break that. I know the way I like things and there might be nights when I tie you down and allow you to fuck my dick with your mouth as a slowly finger you to orgasm, or I might have you pole dance for me or I might take you on the Tantra chair, it just depends, but I want you to know, whatever I have you do, you always hold the cards. The minute you say our safe word, we are done and we talk about how I went too far because I never want to disobey your trust. Do you understand?”

She nodded while biting her lip, a nervous tendency.

“Are you nervous?”

“No, I am horny as hell and I swear I just creamed everywhere hearing you tell me all of that. So…what’s the safe word?”

“Alligator.”

Goldie stared straight for a second and then laughed…a lot. I would have been annoyed if her laugh didn’t captivate me. I reminded myself to make her laugh more because the noise that came out of her was exquisite.

Normally, this wasn’t how an introduction to the Bourbon Room went, but for some reason, I was letting it go. She literally held the cards, in every aspect.

She put her hand over her mouth and then said, “I’m sorry, but that is hilarious. How about if I start laughing, we can say that’s the safe word because trying to squeeze out the word alligator while your dick is buried deep in my pussy while I hang upside down is going to be practically impossible.”

“It’s alligator, Lo.”

If I could see her eyes, I would have bet a million dollars she just rolled them.

“Chill, dude. I’ll be fine.” She rubbed her hands together and said, “Let’s get started.”

I smiled to myself. Fuck, she was cute.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

“Uhh…I am here to submit to you?” she said as a question.

“Is that a question?”

She leaned forward and whispered, “Was that what I was supposed to say?”

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps across her beautiful skin, “Yes.”

“Eeep, your voice is killing me.” She straightened up and stopped smiling. “Okay, serious time. Jett, I am ready to submit to you.”

And just like that, I had a hard on that was almost touching her. The way she got serious and said she wanted to submit to me in a husky voice had me revving and ready to go. I was afraid this was going to be all a joke with her, but now I knew it wasn’t. She was ready.

I ran both hands up her thighs, making her sigh with pleasure. I spread her legs open and stood between them so I was right next to her, breathing in her sweet scent.

“How long has it been for you, Lo?”

“Too damn long.”

“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, as I ran my hands lightly up and down her thighs.

“Move your hands inside my panties and relieve the pressure that has been building up until this moment.”

“How long have you wanted me?”

“Honestly?”

“We are always honest with each other, Lo. Please remember that.”

“Since Kitten’s Castle. The moment you opened your mouth, I didn’t care what you looked like, I wanted you. Although, I secretly prayed you had a huge cock.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I like them big.”

“Well you’re in luck, little one.”

It was the first time I used her nickname and it fit perfectly. I always gave each girl a Jett name and the minute I set eyes on Goldie and knew I was going to make her a Jett Girl, I knew her name would be little one, my little one.

“Little one?”

“Yes, that is what Lo stands for.”

She smiled softly as she looked down while playing with her hands still. I tilted her chin up and said, “Is that okay?”

She nodded. “I love it.”

“Good, because you’re my little one.”

Nodding again, I continued to run my hands up her legs as I watched her breathing starting to increase.

“You have beautiful skin; it’s so soft.” I ran my hands to her back and said, “Lean against my hands so I can lower you down.” She did as was told and I made sure she landed softly on the table.

I pulled her legs so they hung off the table and her ass was right at the edge. Knowing the position put pressure on her lower back, I pulled out the leg shelves on either side so her legs were spread wide and supported.

“How does that feel?”

“Fine.”

She was nervous so I ran my hands up her thighs and up her toned stomach, making little circles with my thumbs. I wanted to rip her clothes off and pound into her, but I knew it wasn’t the time for that. I needed to fully gain her trust first, earn the right to be with her.

“Are you wet, little one?”

“Yes, God yes.”

I opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut her thong strings. “I will get you some more, I will get you as many new thongs as you want.”

“I already have too many.”

“You can never have enough. I am going to remove this thin scrap of fabric. Are you sure…?”

“Jett, I give you my body; do with it what you please.”

Fuck me. I was hard as nails.

I took the fabric off and revealed a perfect pink pussy. She was completely bare of any hair and she was glistening, completely ready for me. I ran my hand over my face and turned around to gather myself. Why was my heart running a mile a minute? Why was she affecting me so much? I didn’t think it was going to be like this at all and I haven’t even touched her yet.

“Is everything okay?” she asked all of a sudden, entirely self-conscious at being completely exposed.

Shit, pull it together. Show no weakness.

“Patience, little one. With great patience comes great reward.”

“If that’s the case, I should have won a couple of awards two weeks ago.”

“That’s a warning, little one. I have been lenient during our first session, but I will not have you speak while we are in the middle of a session. You are only allowed to speak when asked a question.”

She nodded.

“Good girl.” I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, making her squirm. “You’re pussy is begging for my fingers. Am I right?”

“Fingers, cock, tongue…she’s not picky, just anything at this point will make her happy.”

I tried not to laugh as she referred to her pussy as a “her.”

My fingers traced the v of her crotch, but never made contact with her aroused folds. She squirmed in place as her hand ran up her body and cupped her breast.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, as her hand reached into the cup of her bra and massaged her nipple.

“Umm, helping you out?”

“I don’t need help,” I answered in a nastier tone than expected.

Which she noticed because she pulled her hand out of her bra and said, “I’m sorry.” She sat up and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I should probably just go because this is not working out. I’m not what you are looking for.”

She pulled her legs off the shelves and hopped of the table. She was about to pull off her blindfold when I stopped her. The top of her head reached my chin as I towered over her.

I lifted her chin and pulled off her blind fold, allowing her to see me for the first time. It wasn’t what I wanted, for her to see me so soon, but I didn’t have a choice; I didn’t want her walking out of here.

Her eyes adjusted to the light and then she looked up at me. Shock registered across her face as she took in all my features. Her hands lifted to my face and caressed my cheeks.

“You’re not ugly at all. Fuck, you’re hot as hell.”

I chuckled at her announcement. I was gifted with some good bone structure, deep blue eyes and a head full of dark blonde hair that was buzzed on the sides and slicked to the side on top. I worked out just as much as Kace, so I was sporting a good body as well. I thought it was only fair to keep up on my physique if I made the girls do the same.

Her hands ran down my bare chest as she explored the contours of my body.

“Now I feel intimidated. Look at you! I wasn’t as nervous when I didn’t know you looked like a male model that every girl would want to fuck. Jesus.”

I lifted her up and placed her on the table. I stroked her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.

“Listen to me carefully. I picked you for a reason and one of those reasons was the way my body reacted to you the moment I saw you. You are perfect in so many ways, from your body to your strength to your feisty mouth. I will take it slow with you, but I will not allow you to walk out of here when I want you so bad, unless you say your safe word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now lean back and put your legs back on the shelves.”

She did as she was told and gave me an amazing view of her pussy again. I went right to business as one hand unclasped her bra in the front, freeing her gorgeous breasts. My cock jolted forward, begging for release.

I ran my hand over her little pink nipple and rolled it between my fingers.

“Ohhh…” she moaned, as if she had never been touched before.

I took my free hand and ran it along her slick folds and couldn’t help it, I plunged inside of her, sending her body arching off the table. I pressed down on her chest to keep her from moving.

“You’re so tight; you feel so good.”

I pushed my fingers in deeper and placed my thumb on her clit.

I held my fingers in place and didn’t move. “Now, little one, usually I like to have music playing while we play, but tonight, I wanted to hear your cries of pleasure for the first time as my music. So let me hear you. I want you to show me how well I please you, but I only want sincerity. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head as she squirmed some more, trying to make my hand move in and out of her.

Giving her what she wanted, what she craved, I moved my fingers inside of her with my classic scooping motion that touched her g-spot in exactly the right area. I could tell because the moment I hit her, a scream of ecstasy escaped her mouth as her chest lifted off the table.

I continued to dig inside of her and press down on her clit at the same time as I stroked her nipple. I was playing her like an instrument and making her scream, the most glorious sound I have ever heard.

“Oh God, please, please…” she pleaded. “Release me Jett, please.”

I picked up the pace, sending my hand into a frenzy with her pussy as I dug deeper. With every thrust, she cried out louder and louder until her entire body shook in euphoric shudders. Her hands were covering her eyes as she screamed and then finally settled on the table. I was tempted to lower myself and play with her pussy with my tongue, but knew I just gave her a beyond huge orgasm that would sedate her completely, and I was right.

When I removed myself from her, she was spent on the table. I picked her up and brought her over to the sofas, where I held her on top of my lap. Why I continued to hold her, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to look into it; I just wanted to make sure my little one was okay.

She rested her head against my chest as I took in the sweet smell of her soft, silky hair.

“How are you feeling?” I murmured.

“Mmm.”

“I take that as good,” I chuckled.

“Thank you, Jett.”

“You don’t have to thank…”

She lifted her head and put her finger over my mouth. “No, thank you for everything. You saved me and I owe you everything.”

“You owe me nothing, little one.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I owe you absolutely everything. I know I can’t give you much, but what I can give you is my body.”

“I don’t want your body the way you are offering it. I want everything to be consensual between us. I don’t want you to think you can pay me back with your body because, if that’s the case, I can’t have you up here in the Bourbon Room. This room is for me to pleasure you. It pleases me, watching you come apart on my fingers, it will pleasure me to see you scream my name when I have you chained to the bed, writhing in ecstasy, and it will pleasure me the first time I get to taste you. Your body is not for my pleasure. Your body is for your pleasure.”

She nodded in understanding and then rubbed her face against my bare chest.

Fuck, what was I doing? This was not normal protocol. Carefully, I set her on the couch and stood up in front of her.

“Good luck tonight, Lo. I’ll tell Kace you’re ready to be on the stage. You’ve earned it.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement and, before I could stop her, she jumped into my arms and hugged me. Her warm embrace captivated me to the point that I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. I was royally and utterly screwed.

“Just remember, I am the only man in your life. No one else”

“I don’t need anyone else.”

Chapter Twenty Three

“Dust to Dust”

Goldie/Lo

The smell of freshly-brewed coffee drifted through the air, as I started to wake from the sex-induced coma I was in from last night. I only had one orgasm, but fuck if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life…and the man only used his damn fingers.

With my eyes still closed, I thought about my night. Jett was beyond sexy. He was tall and built, but not like Kace. Where Kace was bulky and defined, Jett was muscular and cut in all the right places. His hair was perfect for his swagger, full on the top and swept to the side with the sides of his head buzzed. His eyes were a perfect deep blue and he had just the right amount of facial hair gracing his strong jaw. Hell, he was perfection and then, add his voice on top of it all, and he was killing it for all other men.

Then, when he touched me and spoke to me with calming but firm words, he put me over the edge in no time at all. My first session with him was going to stick in my mind for a very long time; you didn’t get over an experience like that very quickly. I had a sex hangover and it was the best hangover of my damn life.

I peeked my eye open and saw a fresh bouquet of flowers on my nightstand and a card. I sat up and opened the card immediately, knowing it was from Jett.

Lo, 

These flowers can’t even compare to the beauty you showed on stage last night. I knew I was right when I said you could become a Jett Girl one day. You pleased me multiple times last night and I look forward to our future sessions in the Bourbon Room together as well as seeing you on stage. You are beauty at its finest. 

-Jett

Eeep! God, my heart was fluttering like a teenage girl’s reading a note from her first crush.

“He doesn’t do relationships,” came a deep voice.

“Fucking hell!” I screamed, as I flew back on my bed from Kace’s voice breaking the silence in my room and scaring the ever-living piss out of me.

I covered myself and looked up and, sure as shit, there he was, sitting in my chair with a cup of coffee and a leg crossed over his knee, watching me sleep like a fucking psycho.

“What are you doing in here?”

Kace got up from his chair, grabbed another cup of coffee and sat on the edge of the bed while handing me his extra cup. I took a sip and relished the way the warm liquid flowed through my body, warming me up completely.

“He doesn’t do relationships, Lo. Don’t get attached.”

Insulted at his accusation, I sat up taller and said, “I’m not an idiot, Kace. I know that.”

“That’s not the impression I got from watching you read that card,” he said, while flicking the card in my hand.

“Is there a reason you are invading my privacy this morning? Is it so you can get another free show?”

He shook his head as he looked down at his coffee. “I wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I was way out of line and I, uh…never should have touched you while you were performing. I want you to know that, that kind of behavior is not acceptable from anyone…except Jett.”

Well shit. Now I felt bad because it seemed like he got in trouble and, if it wasn’t for me provoking him, our little encounter never would have happened.

“No, I’m sorry Kace. I never should have provoked you like that. I was just so mad at you and I wanted to prove you wrong, to show you I belong up on stage.”

Kace turned toward me with one knee tucked on the bed and the other leg dangling off the side. I could smell his freshly-showered body and my body was reacting to it. Down girl.

“Lo, you have always belonged up on stage. From the minute I saw you, I knew you belonged up there. I just…I just knew, if I put you up there, every member would go crazy over you and I wasn’t ready for that. And…,” he paused for a second, but then never continued his sentence.

“And what?” I asked, as I placed my hand on his arm.

He blew out a frustrated breath and then looked up at me. His eyes looked tired and worn out, like he had been battling a never-ending fight with no victory in the future.

“And I knew the minute I got you up on stage, Jett was going to call you up to the Bourbon Room.”

“So, what’s wrong with…?”

I didn’t finish my sentence because I saw it all in his eyes.

I put my hand over my mouth in shock. “You like me.”

He didn’t say anything; he just continued to stare down at his coffee.

“Look at me, Kace.”

“I can’t,” he responded, as he got off my bed and walked toward my door. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and tell you it won’t happen again.”

He was about to leave when I grabbed my robe, threw it on and stopped him by closing my door. He looked down at me with fire blazing through his eyes as my robe peeked open from not being tied. I didn’t fix it. I didn’t know why; maybe because I wanted him to see me, I liked seeing how I could take him down with just my body.

He reached down and grabbed the straps of my robe and tied it shut as he skimmed my sides. Once my robe was tied shut, he rested his hands on my hips and looked down at me with his tired eyes. I didn’t know what to say to him; frankly, I didn’t know what to do.

“You have practice in half an hour; no workout this morning,” he said gently, as he looked me in the eyes. “Be careful, Lo.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead and, for some odd reason, it felt like he was saying goodbye to me.

“Wait. What’s going on, Kace? Are you leaving?”

He shook his head no. “I can’t leave here, not now. Not when…well, I’m not going to get into it, but just be careful, okay?”

“I don’t understand.” I searched his eyes.

Kace leaned against my door and ran his hand over his face.

“Jett is a powerful man and can suck you into his web very easily. I have seen girls get completely lost in him and then been let go. I have seen Jett destroy girls and not on purpose. He has always been up-front with them, that there is no love involved, but they always think they are the girl to change him. They’re not. The only reason Babs and Pepper are still around is because they have no ability to have an emotional connection when it comes to sex. Unfortunately, you’re not like them. You can easily get lost in him.”

“That’s not true,” I countered. “I have self-control.”

“I know you do.” Kace caressed my cheek and then put his hand against my heart. “But you have a beautiful heart, Lo, and that is what is going to kill you. I mean, look at you now, you promised yourself to Jett last night, but you still want to make sure I’m okay. You still want to have a connection with me and it’s because of this,” he rubbed my heart. “You’re beautiful and have a sweet heart that is incredibly admirable…and attractive.”

He continued, “I just want you to be careful; tread softly when you’re with him because I can’t stand to see you get hurt. I know this is what you think you want, but I don’t think it is.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that, Kace?”

He nodded his head in agreement. His hand caressed my cheek one last time before he turned and left my room.

What the hell?

My heart was racing from his close proximity and words that only confused me. I was able to separate my heart from what I was physically feeling. I was able to do that when I was with Rex and just fucking him for money. Yes, I enjoyed his company, but I never fell in love with him.

I thought about last night and the feelings that I woke up with this morning, completely satisfied…and happy. Shit, Kace was right, I did need to watch myself because after one night with Jett Colby, I was ready to commit my body to him for life.

I walked back to my bed and sat on the edge as I looked at the new bouquet of ranunculus that were resting on my nightstand. I grabbed the letter and read it again, as I flopped back on my bed. It wouldn’t hurt to at least enjoy this moment, I thought to myself, as I pictured Jett in my head and read the note two more times.

There was nothing to worry about…at least that’s what I convinced myself.