Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Twenty Six
“Shots”
Goldie/Lo
“I am dying!” Francy said, as she buckled over in laughter while holding a shot glass. “I can’t believe you told Jett no. You are my hero.”
“Seriously, Lo, what is wrong with you?” Pepper asked, as she downed one of the shots Francy made for us backstage. “Even when I’m not in the mood, I still go up there.”
“That’s because you’re a two-bit tramp plucked off the street corner,” Babs said, as she laughed.
“You’re one to talk,” Pepper countered, “You were two dicks away from conquering the entire French Quarter.”
I laughed as Babs just nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say, I had some really flappy meat curtains back then.”
“Don’t call them that,” Tootse said, as she clenched her legs together. “The visual makes me dry heave.”
“That’s just because you are used to my perfectly landscaped lady garden,” Francy said as she kissed Tootse on the lips.
“True.”
I watched in admiration as Francy and Tootse didn’t hide their affection for each other. It was amazing to see two self-empowered women be proud for who they were and not hide behind a façade. When I asked them what they were going to do after they no longer were Jett Girls, they both said they would open up a lingerie shop. Tootse was the talent when it came to the design and creating and Francy was the brains who would run all the financials. They were the perfect match for each other.
“You lady crushing?” Babs said, while jabbing me with her elbow.
“No!” I said rather quickly, then followed it up with two more shots. “It’s just nice to see love come in all ways, you know?”
“We poop rainbows; what can we say?” Francy said, as she poured us more shots.
“That’s a visual,” Pepper muttered.
“Hey, if someone was going to poop in front of me, I would rather it be a fucking rainbow than actual shit,” I said, starting to feel the effects of my drink.
“Agreed. I kind of think a pile of rainbow in a toilet would be more inviting than a pile of corn-infested shit,” Babs added.
“For fuck’s sake, can we play a game or something?” Pepper asked, while grabbing a shot and turning up the music so Lil’ John blared through the speakers telling us to “get the fuck out the club.”
Tootse sat up and handed everyone a shot. “Okay, the game is called confessions. We all go around in a circle, asking the girl to our right a question, any question we want and, if they answer, then we all have to take a shot; if she chooses to plead the fifth, she has to take two. Francy, baby, grab the Patron; we’re going to need it.”
“Sure thing, sexy.”
As Francy went to grab more tequila, I sat back and admired the girls. I don’t know if it was the alcohol blazing through my system or if it was the fact that I denied myself the Bourbon Room, even though I so desperately wanted to go up there, but the girls were starting to look good to me, like I was thinking I might be “catching the gay” as Francy joked. It wasn’t like I’d never been around a gay person before, clearly Carlos was one of my best friends, but he was never open about it like Francy and Tootse. It was refreshing. There were such stereotypes out there about gay men and women that were so not true, so it was nice to be friends with two lesbian women, who not only made you feel completely comfortable with their lifestyle choice, but blew all stereotypes out of the water.
Francy sat back down and started pouring even more shots. Fuck, I was screwed and I knew it.
“Alright, I’ll go,” Tootse volunteered as she turned to Pepper. Francy sat next to me and I sat next to Tootse…that way the couple didn’t have to ask each other questions. “Pepper, when was the last time you fingered yourself?”
“This morning, in the shower,” Pepper said matter-of-factly. Well shit, I would have at least turned a little red answering that question.
Everyone took a shot except Pepper. Pepper turned to Babs and said, “Babs, have you ever let a guy fuck you in the ass and then you suck him off, you know…the old fudgsicle?”
Christ Almighty!
“Yes, of course. A girl has no limits when it comes to surviving on the streets.”
Annnnd…shot.
Babs turned to Francy. “Francy, how many times a night do you eat Tootse out?”
Francy smiled and said, “As many times as she asks. Isn’t that right, baby?” Tootse winked and then took her shot.
Francy turned to me and I felt myself begin to sweat. I was a pretty sexual person, but for some reason, I was feeling very intimidated and drunk. These girls were seasoned compared to me…fudgsicle? What. The. Fuck!
“What happened the first time you were with Jett?”
I was about to answer, right before I caught myself. “Oh, fuck you,” I said, as I took two shots, knowing damn well Jett was most likely watching and, if I said a word, I could be kicked out of the house. All the girls laughed as they watched my blood alcohol level rise.
“Did I mention, you are not allowed to repeat questions?” Tootse said.
“How convenient,” I added, hating all of them. “Alright Tootse, is fucking a man better than fucking a woman?”
“No.” And that was that. Well shit.
Shot.
Vibrators, oral sex, cock rings, squirting, queefs, sex positions, whips, chains, waxing trauma, menstruation mishaps and talks of sexual experimenting were all touched upon as I leaned back in my chair, completely out of the game because I could barely see the girls around me. They had done it all and, frankly, I was a little scared with the amount of experience acquired around the room and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was pre-Jett or post-Jett. A part of me silently prayed for post-Jett, except for the fudgsicle, I would rather die than suck off the remains of my own ass off of a man’s dick.
“Hot damn, I’m horny…” I slurred, as I slumped in my chair.
“And your tit has been hanging out for the last ten minutes,” Babs said, while poking my bare breast.
I looked down and opened my mouth in shock. “How dare you come to the party uninvited? Bad titty!” I said, while whacking it. I blew out a heavy breath as I looked around the circle, “It’s so hard to control your tits these days, you know? Does anyone else have problems?”
They all shook their heads and laughed. “Why aren’t you ladies drunk?”
“We just know how to handle our liquor,” Francy said, while Tootse sat on her lap.
“I think you guys got me drunk on purpose. Hey! You wanted to make sure my tit came out!” I accused, while sitting up, but then regretting my decision as the room turned.
“Nope, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Babs said, while poking my tit again.
Sighing, I just took my top off because it was no use. The girls’ eyes widened at my blatant display of nudity.
“What, like you’ve never seen them before? You four all have milk sacs as well.”
“Not like yours,” Pepper said.
I shrugged, “I’m tired. I’m going to go up to my room.”
“Help her back to her room,” Babs said to Francy and Tootse. “We don’t need her going in the wrong direction and running into someone she shouldn’t…topless.”
“I’m not a child,” I said, as I tipped out of my chair and hit the ground with a giant thud, squashing my boobs to the ground. “Don’t mind me,” I said, waving my hand in the air to fend off any helpers. “I’m just giving myself my very own mammogram here.” I pressed my tits hard against the floor while counting out loud.
“Jesus,” Francy said, as she bent down and picked me up by my shoulders.
“Look at you…you’re so strong.”
“You need to not turn down Jett anymore because I don’t enjoy dealing with your drunk ass.”
“You’re the one who got me drunk…” I paused for a second as I realized both Tootse and Francy had their arms around me. “Oh myyyyyyyy,” I dragged out. “Looks like I have my very own lady sandwich.”
“Christ…”
***
I was plopped on my bed and stripped of my underwear, because I lashed out as my face pressed against my comforter, saying I refused to fall asleep until someone took off my underwear. I was a naked sleeper and refused to pass out with underwear on. That was what my drunk-ass mind was saying, at least.
“We’re taking off now.”
“No…wait,” I said, as my arms flanked my sides, my legs hung halfway off the bed and my face was still buried, practically making out with my comforter. “Don’t leave; don’t you girls want to hang out?”
I knew I was a sight to see. Bare ass in the air for all to see, but I didn’t really care, not when the warm tequila was still making its way through my blood stream.
“Lo, we’re tired and horny; we want to go to bed.”
My head picked up at the mention of the word horny.
“Horny, eh? Well, so am I, so why don’t we all have a giant lesbian mingle?” I sat up and clapped my hands together. “Lesbian mingle!”
Francy stepped closer, followed closely by Tootse. “You have no clue what you’re getting yourself into if you want that.”
“Yes, I do,” I said with my chin held high. “I know lesbian things.”
“Do you?” Tootse asked, as they got closer.
“Yes, you know…touching and squeezing tits. Boobies!!! Simple.”
Francy shook her head. “You have no fucking clue.”
“Then teach me,” I said as I flopped on my head back on the bed and turned my body over so my girly parts were out in the open. I opened my arms wide and said, “Do your best.”
Tootse and Francy both looked me over as they got closer. “Are you just going to lay there like a dead fish?”
“Well….yeah. I mean, do you want me to give you a lap dance or something? Should I grab the lube?”
Francy rolled her eyes and then winked at Tootse. Tootse nodded and went around the bed so she was behind my head and Francy was at my feet. They moved me so I was equally horizontally across the bed. They swarmed around me like I was their prey and I had no way of escaping.
I let out a nervous giggle. “Alright, very funny ladies. Good joke.” I continued to giggle as they both lowered onto the bed. “Uncle…haha, I cry uncle. I’m all talk.” I cleared my throat as nerves ran through my body, as I realized they were not letting up. “So, uh…how about those Saints huh? Football…yeah!”
Francy spread my legs and lifted them up so my feet were on the mattress exposing my entire lady taco. If I wasn’t drunk, I probably would have snapped them shut, but I wasn’t thinking quite clearly, so instead of closing up like a damn clam, they fell open like the cheap hooker I was.
Tootse pushed my hair aside and slid her hands up my arms as she leaned over, giving me a view of her breasts. I looked down and saw Francy’s breasts as well and then looked at mine. We were all bare-chested.
“What, are we raising a tit farm in here?” I joked nervously. “Melons for sale,” I shouted like a jackass, but not one laugh came from the two lionesses surrounding my body.
“Did you hear that? Melons…for sale,” I said, while trying to laugh like an idiot and jabbing the bed with my elbow as if I was telling my joke to the mattress.
Silence met the room as their heads descended down on me and a light sheen of sweat took up residence on my skin. Tootse ran her hands down my arms and then back up my stomach, completely covering my breasts with her hands. Fuck me if I wasn’t already wet. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really doing this?
Francy moved her head down between my legs and started kissing me around my belly button.
Fuck me, I was doing this.
Tootse lowered her mouth down on mine, as she continued to caress my breasts. I couldn’t help but get caught up in their soft touches. It was different, so much different than a man, not better, not worse, just different.
I found myself reciprocating the movements of Tootse’s tongue as hers ran its course through my mouth and over my lips. Francy held my hands down as she continued to practically make out with my belly button.
Throbbing wasn’t even a close enough word to describe the feeling that was running ragged through my body. Hammering was more like it, as if my clit was actually hammering to be released from the confines of my lady folds.
I moaned into Tootse’s mouth as she continued to seduce me with her lips. I was lost, completely and utterly lost in their every touch.
Francy’s mouth started to lower until she was right above my mound. I was going to combust into a million pieces if she didn’t finish what she started. I was practically dripping wet with need.
“Please, I begged.” Tootse smiled and then nodded at Francy whose head moved further down. I braced for impact, for that first swipe of her tongue. I was having a threesome I shouted in my head…was it a threesome?
“I can take it from here.” That deep, unmistakable voice said from the entry of my door.
“Ahh!” I screamed at being startled, lifting my head off the bed and banging it directly into Tootse’s eyes. My hand went to my head and gripped it as if I was just shot there. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Tootse, Francy, you are excused.”
They each grabbed their bras, kissed him on the cheek and squealed as they left the room holding hands. What the hell?
“Do you mind telling me what in God’s name you think you’re doing here? This is my room.”
“I am fully aware that this is your room. I made it specifically to your liking.”
He walked over to where my easel was and eyed the picture I had been working on. It was a charcoal drawing of my favorite tombstone in the Lafayette Cemetery. It was a grand stone, with intricate carvings that exuded rich New Orleans’ charm. It sat on the opposite end of the cemetery compared to where my parents rested, but no matter what, I always made sure to stop by and take pictures for my art.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled as he eyed the picture and then turned to me. “How wet are you right now?” He walked toward me, making me feel even wetter than I was from the look of his mussed up hair, as if he had been running his hands through it and the way his jeans clung to his legs. He was magnificent. His parents hit the gene lottery with him because, good God, he could melt anyone’s panties right off, even a man’s!
“Answer my question.” His hand lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. When did he get so close to me? It was scary how stealthy he could be.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, while crossing my arms and giving him my most defiant look. The almost-lesbian threesome had sobered me up real good, or at least I thought I was pretty sober, since I was currently only seeing one Jett instead of two.
He leaned down so his face was directly in front of me and placed his hand over my mound. “Your pussy and your pleasure are very much my business. So, you can either tell me how wet you are, or I can find out for myself.”
Find out for yourself, my mind screamed as I breathed heavily. Find out for your fucking self! Dear God, I wanted him to stick his fingers deep in my pussy and make me scream his name, so I kept silent. I was human and a girl could only be turned on so much.
“Very well.” He pushed me back so I was resting on the backs of my elbows and he spread my legs wider than I thought possible. He gave me a wicked grin and then slipped his fingers into my sopping wetness. He lifted an eyebrow at me and then pulled away.
“Noo…,” I moaned, as he retreated away from my body.
He smiled and said, “Well, I guess you are pretty wet. Too bad you didn’t come up to the Bourbon Room tonight. I could have taken care of that ache that’s throbbing between your legs right now. Maybe you’ll think more wisely next time.”
He started to walk away when I got off the bed and grabbed his arm. “No, you can’t leave me like this.”
“The choices you make affect the outcome of your life, Lo. You chose not to go to the Bourbon Room, therefore you are going to have a very long, frustrated night of sleep.”
A light bulb went off in my head as I smirked and said, “Fine. I will just take matters into my own hands...or fingers.”
I sauntered back to my bed, laid down, spread my legs like a two-bit whore and angled my body so Jett had the perfect view. I lowered my right hand down between my legs and started teasing myself. My other hand went up to my breasts and started massaging my little pert nipples.
As my hand met my wetness, I nearly laughed at how wet I actually was. Shit, the combination of multiple hands all over my body and the presence of Jett Colby in my room made me beyond ready.
As my hands did all the work, I forgot about the fact that Jett was in the room and I moaned out loud at the feeling of being able to release some pressure. I writhed on my bed, trying to find that exact pressure point that would make all the buildup in my body finally let go. My hips thrust into my hands as I continued to work my body, just waiting for that moment of pure joyful numbness to flow.
Before I could completely release myself, I was thrown over a very masculine shoulder and carried away from my room. After the shock of being so delightfully man-handled passed, I started squirming to get out of his grasp.
“What do you think you’re doing? I was about to come,” I complained.
“Exactly.”
“Exactly, what?’
“Your orgasms are saved for me and no one else.”
“Oh is that right? I don’t remember selling all my orgasms to you.”
There was a loud smack to my ass, sending me reeling from the pleasure that ran through my nerves. Jett must have noticed because he laughed as he walked up the stairs to the third floor. My mind was so confused, from the slapping of my ass, to the almost-orgasm I had, to the fact that I was so disturbingly turned on by the way that Jett went all ape-man on me, that I had no clue what to do other than enjoy the ride.
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Sail”
Jett
I planned for Francy and Tootse to get Goldie all worked up, but I never imagined Goldie to get me to the point of coming in my pants while watching her touch herself. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life and I had seen many erotic things in my life…many. There was something about Goldie that was different, she weakened me and I was a very strong man, but she had the ability to lower me to my knees and beg for her go to the Bourbon Room with me.
Luckily, I didn’t have to beg; she gave in to my demands, which only satisfied me even more. She was a feisty little thing who kept me on my toes, so when she so easily submitted to my demands, I was an extremely happy man.
Goldie went still as I carried her up the stairs and I just prayed that she didn’t pass out on me. I placed her on the upholstered table and looked into her eyes. Definitely not passed out, but beyond horny and ready. I smiled, knowing I was about to give her what she wanted.
I closed the door to the Bourbon Room as she sat on the table, waiting nervously. I pulled my shirt off and walked toward her. The drool-worthy look she gave me as she took in the expanse of my chest made my pride surge through the roof.
“Ah hell…” she mumbled, as I stood in front of her gorgeously naked body.
“Something wrong?”
“You’re just…it’s not fair. I mean, God, look at you.”
“I would rather look at you.”
She nodded and smiled. “Nice line.”
“It’s not a line when it’s true.”
“You write the rule book on that?”
“You either have something to say to me right now, or I can take you back down to your room and this time, I will leave you.” Not wanting to play around with her banter anymore, I tested her.
Her face twisted in confusion, making me want to caress her cute little button nose, but I refrained.
“Uh…something about submitting right?” she asked with hopeful eyes.
I hated to admit it but the fucker, Kace was right, she was going to be a hellion to train, but damn it all to hell if I wasn’t going to enjoy doing it.
I nodded, letting her know she was right and just stood there, waiting for her to let me know she was ready.
A smile spread across her face at being right. “Okay, umm…I am ready to submit to you?” she said, in a question again, like the first time.
“Is that a question or a statement?” I asked rather harshly between my teeth. It was time she knew I meant business.
“Statement.”
“Then say it.”
She took a deep breath, lifted her chest and said, “I am ready to submit to you.”
“Good girl.” I laid her down and placed her hands above her head. “I am going to tie your hands back behind your head. Since this is your first time, I am asking if that is okay. If you say yes, then from here on out, I know that you are okay with that unless you say your safe word.”
She nodded.
“Good and what is your safe word?”
“Alligator.”
I nodded and pulled her dainty wrists down so they were close to the ties. I watched as her full breasts fell to the side, making my dick surge against my jeans. All in good time, I told myself.
I wrapped the silk ties that came out of the table around her wrists and bound them properly so they wouldn’t cut into her skin.
“Does that feel okay?” I asked, making her she wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
“Yes…” she said breathlessly.
I moved down to her feet and puller her down so her butt was at the edge of the table and her legs were spread to the sides, giving me the perfect view of her arousal.
“I am going to tie your feet, same deal with your hands, please let me know if this is okay.
She nodded her head and pride swam through my body, knowing she was fully giving herself to me. She trusted me. How I earned that trust, I had no clue, but I did.
Once she was tied down to the table that I specifically designed for my pleasure, I leaned down and started playing with the music.
“Like I told you before, I prefer to have music in the background to heighten the sensations you will experience. There are speakers in this table with the bass completely turned up so every low beat you hear, will vibrate through your body. The music won’t be too loud, because I also like to hear the pleasure I give you.”
She nodded and I took a glance up at her arousal, she was so ready, I was just hoping we would make it thirty seconds into the song.
I pressed play, pulled out the knee rest from the table and kneeled right in front of her. Her eyes went wide as I lowered my head. The minute the low beat of “Sail” by AWOLNATION played, I dove my tongue into her very exposed, wet folds.
Her back arched from the stroke of my tongue that coincided with the rhythm vibrating through the speakers. I knew the effect I was having on her. I tested out the vibration once from the speakers and understood the impact it was having on her body as I matched my tongue to the beat. One long swipe and six shorts ones, one long swipe, six short ones. I continued to follow along with the beat as I made my little one writhe and scream on the table.
I never put down enough long pressure on her clit to make her combust, only continued to tease her with a long deep swipe followed by six short ones. The first time I heard the song, I knew what I was going to do with it, but I never tried it out until I saw Goldie and I was right, she would fall apart on my tongue from the melodic sounds coming from the speakers.
Her arms twisted against the restraints and her feet begged to be released, but I did a good job restraining her, so she was unable to release herself.
“Fuck me, fuck me…” she wailed, as her body thrashed about, looking for release.
I just smiled to myself and continued to follow along with the music. I got lost in her, in her scent, in her cries, in the way her body so ravenously thrashed about, looking for that moment of utter bliss. My cock pressed painfully against my jeans as I continued to taste her pleasure on my tongue. I was fucking lost, completely lost in the way she tasted, the way she moved against my tongue and the way she moaned while thrusting her tits in the air. Fuck, I was going to combust.
She was responsive in a way I had never seen, as if she completely surrendered every last inch of her body to me. With Babs and Pepper, there was always a slight hesitation when it came to me pleasing them. They came to the Bourbon Room to please me and seek pleasure, but it was never quite enough. They were always holding back something, but not Goldie. She left her heart out on the floor, which terrified me because I could so easily smash it into a million pieces.
Kace warned me and I didn’t listen. I still didn’t listen as I watched her completely fall apart on my tongue. She screamed my name as her orgasm took over her body, making her thrash about on the table. If I hadn’t tied her down, I definitely would have been knocked in the eye by an over-excited knee.
When she was no longer able to move, I pulled my face out from between her legs and looked up at her. At that moment, I realized my dick was so hard it was about to poke through my zipper. I hadn’t had a release in a while and as I looked down at my little one, I realized it would be another long night. She was completely spent.
I untied her limbs and pulled her into my arms as I walked over to the couches that lined the wall. I rested her on my lap, once again, and let her rest her head on my shoulder. I chastised myself for not letting her sit on the couch herself and allowing her to use me as a pillow, but for the life of me, I didn’t want to let go.
“I am pretty sure you popped my clit off just now, if you find it on the floor later, please return to sender,” she said, while nuzzling my chest with her soft honey hair.
I smiled inwardly, but then froze as her tiny body glued itself to mine. Knowing this moment was crossing all the lines I set for myself, I reluctantly lifted her off my straining lap and put her on the couch next to me. I got up and looked down at her.
“Have a good night, Lo.”
Remorse ran through my body as I took in the shocked look in her eyes. I wanted nothing more than to scoop her up, bring her over to the bed and bury myself deep inside of her, but my emotions were so sporadic that, if I finally took her the way I wanted, I knew I would fall over the edge of losing myself and I couldn’t have that happen. I didn’t want that to happen.
I went to turn when she grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“Wait.” She looked up at me with those beautiful sea blue eyes and then looked down at my crotch. “May I?” she asked, as she reached out for my zipper.
Fuck…
There was only so much a red-blooded man could take. The way she licked her lips, pouted at me with those blue eyes of hers and bit her bottom lip, weakened all my resolves.
I nodded, giving her permission to take me in her hands, do her best. She slowly undid my belt buckle, undid my pants and then pushed them down to the floor. She got up from the couch and traded places with me, so I was now the one relaxing and at the hands of my little one. She knelt between my knees and licked her lips. Shit, I was a goner.
She pulled down my boxer briefs and exposed my massively straining erection. I wanted to say hello to my old friend since I hadn’t seen him in a while, but held back, knowing the awkward talk to my dick would ruin the mood. Her eyes widened when my cock sprang forward. The cool air of the room caressed the sides of my heated skin, sending me into a frenzy. She hadn’t even touched me yet and I was ready to explode.
“Do I have permission?”
“Yes.” I usually told the girls how I wanted it, but I wanted to see how she would blow me. I wanted to know her style.
She licked her lips one last time and then descended onto my dick. My head fell back as her warm mouth took in my entire length in. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, causing me to moan. I didn’t moan….I made girls moan.
Her hands ran up my thighs and then slid to the center of my damn cock, making it surge higher. One of her hands met the base of my cock and squeezed tightly, while making very slow movements up and down. Her other hand ran under my cock and gripped my balls with gentle finesse. She had me every which way possible and it was almost too much to handle.
I watched as she moved her mouth down the base of my cock in one long stroke and then squeezed my balls six short times. She was mimicking what I did to her and fuck if it didn’t feel like Heaven on earth.
I wanted to tell her she was doing a good job; I wanted to tell her she was fucking rocking my world. I wanted to encourage her, but words escaped me as I tried to get ahold of my breathing. It wasn’t possible, I was short on breath as she sucked me, squeezed me and licked me. Her mouth pulled off my cock and then she ran her tongue on the underside of my dick, as her fingers caressed the underside of my balls sending me practically flying off the couch. Her mouth ran back down until she sucked on my ball sac.
A hiss of pleasure ran between my teeth as I tried to hold back from blowing all over her face.
“Motherfucker…” I moaned as she repeated the pleasure. Suck me, suck me I wanted to scream; fucking suck me off, but she continued to lightly lick me instead.
My hand fell over my eyes as I tried to gain any of the composure I’d lost when she tore my pants down. There was none, I was lost, completely gone and at the mercy of my little one’s hands. Never in my life had I given up control, but I did. I gave up all control to Goldie’s mouth.
Finally she wrapped her lips back around my cock and that was all it took. I blew everything I had as my cock surged through her mouth. I heard strangled noises release from my mouth, but I didn’t care to pay attention to what I was saying because all I could think about was how fucking numb my entire body went the moment I exploded.
“Fuck…” I breathed heavily, as I started to come back to life.
Goldie was standing in front of me now and looking down at my body. When I made eye contact with her, I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was. There was a slight hint of arousal in her eyes from what she just did and, if I wasn’t so helpless, I would have grabbed her cute little ass and taken her for round two.
She winked at me and said, “I’ll see you later. Have a good night.”
And just like that, I watched as her pert little ass sauntered out of the Bourbon Room and down the stairs to her second floor room, leaving me motionless, sedated and perfectly content.
I let out a heavy breath as my head hit the back of the couch. I was so screwed.
