Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"

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Chapter Twenty Nine

“Animals”

Jett

I watched as Goldie sauntered away in a light piece of silk fabric that was barely covering her body. Making a mental note to talk to Tootse about her outfit choice, I turned back to the room full of powerful men to make my rounds before I headed up stairs.

Taking my time as I circled the event, making sure to shake every man’s hand, I knew that I was prolonging the time when I would fully take Goldie as mine, but I did it on purpose. The girl needed to learn a little patience. I needed to teach her a lesson for having such a smart mouth.

As I sauntered around, I thought about how much I despised the men that I breathed the same air with in this grand room. Most of them had families, wives to go home to, yet they chose to spend their money and their nights at my club ogling other women, world class women. I capitalized on their perversions, on the fact that they felt powerful, even though they weren’t. It was the perfect crime, to tease and taunt these men, making them think they’re being fulfilled, but never really giving them what they want.

Spotting Kace talking to a few men, I politely pulled him to the side, out of hearing range, so I could have a private conversation with him. There was something I needed to get off my chest and it couldn’t wait.

“What’s this I hear about you building new stage equipment for the girls? I thought all decisions were supposed to be run through me first.”

Kace ran a hand over his face before he looked at me. “Dude, I can’t run every little thing by you; you are going to have to trust me at some point to make even the smallest decisions.”

“Trust you? Just like I trusted you to be with Goldie, to help her with her transition here and I find you multiple times with your hands on her? That kind of trust?”

“Fuck you, man. There’s only so much a guy can take when a sexy as hell girl like her is practically throwing her body at me. You kept her horny for so long, she didn’t have a damn choice and, sorry, but I am a man for fuck’s sake; I can’t control myself all the time. You have me working directly with five amazingly hot women every damn day, making them work out, watching their presentations, looking over their come-fuck-me outfits. Fuck, I have a constant hard on for a good percentage of my day; try dealing with that on a daily basis. I’m terrified my dick is going to fall off if I tease it one more time.”

I tried not to chuckle at the desperation in Kace’s voice. I didn’t want to be a dick to him, but I guess I never thought of his job as such a hardship. But now that I thought about it…the bastard had a serious case of blue balls. Poor fucker.

“I’m not sharing,” I said, while still holding my ground, even though I did feel a slight shred of pity for the man.

“Did I fucking ask you? Have I ever asked you? Not once have I ever overstepped my boundaries since I’ve been here,” I went to speak, but he stopped me. “Until Lo got here. I will admit and plead temporary insanity where she’s concerned, but whatever happened is over. So, I would appreciate it if you would fuck off and let me make some damn decisions around here.”

“Did you approve Goldie’s dress for tonight?” I asked, not acknowledging anything he just said.

A slight smirk crossed Kace’s face because he knew I didn’t appreciate her dirty-ass porn star outfit.

“No, Tootse pulled a switch. There was a different dress she showed me earlier. If I had known that was what Lo was going to wear, I never would have let her.” Kace looked around real quick before he leaned in and said, “You have to be fucking careful; the girls are starting to pick up on the fact that you are training Lo differently.”

“How so?” I asked, knowing full well what I was doing differently, but denying it forcefully.

“Flowers, notes, the way you act around her, no lap dances, sending her away tonight…You know if it was any other girl you wouldn’t have cared…”

“Did you see the way the men were looking at her?” I seethed.

“They look at all the girls like that, you just have an infatuation with her that makes you turn into some kind of animalistic ape. You look like a real jackass.”

“Are you done?” I asked, as my patience with him was wearing thin.

“Shit, you’re the one who called me over. I was having a perfectly good conversation before you walked over.”

I was about to answer him when I heard someone clear their throat from behind me. I turned to find my dad and Rex Titan standing next to each other with shit-eating grins on their faces. I was not at all surprised to see my dad, since I invited him, but seeing Rex Titan threw me for a loop. What the hell was he doing at an event I started for my members, but then geared toward city officials to gain more clout for the park project?

“Gentlemen, how nice of you to attend tonight,” I said with my best southern charm.

Rex held out his hand and stared directly into my eyes. We were a dead on even match for each other, same build same height, the only determinate of who would win a fight between us would be who had the most pent-up rage. I would vote for myself, but Rex might think differently.

Adversaries since the age of five, I looked the man up and down and tried to hold back a sneer from forming on my face. I hated the man, despised him, barely could look at the fuckhead for many reasons, but there was one deep-seated reason that turned me into the bitter man I was today.

“Natasha tucked away at home?” I asked, sarcasm lacing my voice.

Rex smiled lightly and said, “Wouldn’t know, we’re getting a divorce.”

Warning bells went off in my head at his news. Natasha and Rex were getting a divorce? Natasha was on the loose? She was available? Fuck.

“So maybe she really did choose the wrong guy after all?”

“Making you the right one?” Rex asked, as he looked me up and down and shook his head. “No, she chose the right man; I just chose the wrong girl, but I am making amends to that,” he said, as he smirked with his hands in his pockets. There was something about the look on his face that I didn’t like.

I thought back to the day that I caught Natasha talking to Rex on the phone about leaving me before the wedding. I could still feel the stab of pain that shot straight through my heart when she said she wanted nothing to do with me, when she stated I wasn’t good enough.

Like a pathetic man, I watched her pack her bags and walk straight out of my life and into another man’s arms, my one true enemy. A couple days later, my mom died from AIDS, never being able to see me get married, her one wish she carried with her. Even if Natasha was the wrong woman, I still would have wanted to give my mom that one wish, for her to see me happy and moving on with a woman, but I never got the chance. It was the biggest regret of my life, not being able to give my mom the pleasure of seeing me finally finding someone to take care of me. It killed my soul knowing I failed her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, getting to the point and not wanting to go down memory lane.

“Claiming what is mine,” Rex replied. What the hell did that mean? I was about to ask him when I saw my dad put his hand on Rex’s shoulder, stopping him from speaking further. Confusion washed over my body as I watched my sperm donor and worst adversary communicate silently to each other, as if they were actually in cahoots.

“There are plenty of city officials here tonight, son. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you are trying to bribe them. Now, what happened to good morals and ethics? You wouldn’t want your little party to get into the papers, letting the city know that you are using practically naked women to help win over some property for yourself, now would you?” A complacent smiled spread across his face, practically saying, “Caught you red-handed.”

Irritation bubbled over as I watched my own flesh and blood blackmail me. How I came from the despicable and disgusting man that was standing before me was beyond my comprehension. By no means was I bribing anyone tonight; I just brought the city officials to my club so I could mingle with them easier, get to know them, and better expose the worthless piece of crap my father was.

“Just like you wouldn’t want the news of your late night penthouse party bribes to get out either, am I right?” I countered.

Shock crossed my dad’s features for a brief second, as he realized I knew about his non-disclosed late nights full of actual hookers, drugs, and alcohol. Instead of letting him cut in, I continued. “This may be a party for my club members, but it was also a fundraiser for the local Boys and Girls Clubs…to spread awareness about their needs. I have a few ambassadors from the club, albeit adult ones, circling the room, introducing themselves and talking about the needs of the clubs and how perfect Lot 17 would be for our new project. So far, I would say the evening is going rather swimmingly. Wouldn’t you agree, Kace?” I looked over at my friend, who was now grinning.

“I would say so,” he concurred. “I would say there’s a fat chance in hell Lot 17 will be used for anything other than the Boys and Girls Clubs after tonight.”

I watched as my dad ground his teeth together and the muscles in his jaws ticked like firecrackers going off at the Fourth of July. It was rather amusing, seeing my dad get so worked up that his face practically turned an ugly shade of purple. It was good to once again have the upper hand on the old man.

My dad pointed a finger at Kace. “Don’t think I don’t know about you killing that man at the bar. I can ruin you with the right investigator, so keep your trailer park trash of a mouth out of my business.” I watched as Kace stood his ground, not letting my dad’s poor etiquette of bringing up Kace’s past affect him. “As for you,” he pointed at me, “If I don’t get that property, you are not going to like what happens.”

“Unfortunately for you, I could care less about your empty threats. You have nothing on me and won’t ever have anything on me. I run an honest business in many ways, something you will never be able to do, so if I were you, I would start looking for a new property.”

“You will regret those words one day…son.” The way he said the word son, with such malice in his voice almost made me step back, but I stood my ground.

As both men walked away, I replayed the conversation in my head and tried to figure out what Rex meant by claiming what was his.

“Why do you think Rex was here?” I asked, as both Kace and I circled the room one last time.

“Are you that dense, man?”

“What?” I asked with irritation, wondering why it was so hard for Kace to just get to the fucking point.

“Who used to pay Lo for sex before she came here?”

As realization hit me like a cold slap to the face, I felt my stomach tighten at the thought of Goldie running off with Rex, just like my Natasha had run off with him. A cold sweat took over my entire body and I told myself it wasn’t because I had feelings for her; it was from the pain of rejection that I once experienced, and not wanting to relive the same kind of rejection all over again, not because I had feelings for Goldie.

“Motherfucker…” I whispered, as I looked about the room.

“You got that right,” Kace said, as he grabbed a drink off of a tray and downed it completely. I wasn’t even sure if he knew what it was.

I turned to Kace and stopped in his tracks, leaned forward and said, “If Rex decides to become a member, allow it. I want to see what he is up to, who he is doing business with and what his intentions are for being a member of the club. I want to keep my eye on him. Got it?”

Kace nodded his head as he looked around at the party, as if he was trying to spot someone. “Well, time for me to head,” he said, while looking down at his watch. “Do you mind if I take off? I have a brunette with fake titties waiting for me in my room.”

“Fake?” I asked, trying not to show my distaste.

He shrugged his shoulders. “They’re alright; they’re more for show when she’s riding my big old donkey dick. You should see them bounce man, that shit’s hot.”

I laughed and nodded. “Still think you got the biggest torpedo this side of the Mississippi?” I asked about our running joke from when we were young.

“Hell yeah. I told you; anytime you want to invite me up to the Bourbon Room, I’m more than happy to oblige and submit. I just ask that you’re gentle.”

This was the Kace that I missed, the Kace I grew up with. He was fun and exciting to be around, not always dark and brooding and ready to snap at the first thing that went wrong. After the incident in the bar, he became so dark and sinister most of the time, it was hard to even talk to him. So, most of the time, I found myself threatening him to even get a word out of his stubborn mouth. I knew it wasn’t the proper way of functioning, since it probably only brought up bad memories, but I couldn’t help it. There was no other way of breaking the monotonous trance he spent most of his days in.

“I will take your offer into consideration. You never know, you might just be the man that pushes me over into being capable of making a commitment.”

Kace laughed as he cupped my chin, “You should only be so lucky.”

I pushed his hand aside. “Get the fuck out of here, you fucking vagina.”

Kace feigned shock at my words and said, “Why Jett Colby, you sound like you have been hanging with the commoners. Where are your standards?”

“Fuck off and go squeeze some saline sacs.”

Chapter Thirty

“Maneater”

Jett

Taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what I could only imagine would be an enthralling night of insolence and challenges, I braced myself as I walked into the Bourbon Room.

Purple lights lined the walls, giving off a cool night lighting that I’ve become very fond of. I looked around the room and spotted Goldie on the bed, looking like a dark angel with the purple lighting reflecting off of her beautiful skin. She was on the bed like I asked, but instead of her waiting patiently for my entrance, her body lay still on the bed, hair fanned out on the comforter and the cutest little snore came from her partially open mouth.

I shook my head and laughed silently as I took in the scene in front of me. Would I ever be able to train her?

The slit on her dress rode high, as her dress was jacked up around her waist and the fragments of fabric that were supposed to be covering her rode closely to exposing her most glorious tits. Not being able to hold back, I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as her beautiful blues eyes slowly opened at my touch. The minute she saw me, her body jack knifed up as her arms flailed about, trying to get into position.

“Shit, sorry,” she said, as she wiped her eyes. “This bed was just so comfortable and then you were taking forever, so I thought, just shut your eyes for a second, but then I started dreaming about these giant and I mean giant unicorns that were coming up with their own version of Frisbee golf that involved strawberry frosted donuts. Frankly, I’m a little upset about the fact that I didn’t get to see who won the glitter troll trophy that was being guarded by a frisky little purple colored feline. God was that cat funny.” She sat on her knees as she continued to talk. “You know, it’s weird that the cat was purple, but not that weird because I mean, look around us, purple is always flooding my senses, not that I hate it or anything; it actually kind of turns me on, just like the cologne you wear, what is that? Some kind of Calvin Klein brand?” She leaned forward and sniffed the air in front of me.

A giant smile threatened to cross my face, but I refused myself the pleasure of showing her how much she entertained me with her uncensored mouth.

Instead, I pressed my finger over her lips and asked, “Are you done?”

She nodded her head and stared directly at me as she waited for my next move.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

She nodded her head and said with conviction, “I am here to submit to you.”

A straight bolt of arousal hit me dead center as the words rolled of her tongue with ease. Every time she said those fine words, I instantly became excited that such a beautiful creature would so willingly hand herself over to me; it was fascinating and such a gift that I didn’t take it lightly.

I nodded as I turned, grabbed my remote and sat in a chair that was similar to the ones in the Toulouse Room, but a lot more comfortable.

“It’s time for you to dance for me, Lo,” I said, as I played a slow seductive song for her to sway to.

She walked over to me and leaned over my lap, giving me an amazing view all the way down her dress from where it pulled away from her body. Thank you gravity. That’s when I noticed, she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress, fucking nothing. My mouth grew dry at this revelation.

She leaned over and said, “I was hoping for something with a little higher tempo. Do you mind?” she asked, as she took away my touch screen remote to flip through my songs. The minute she saw what she wanted, she smiled, stepped away, and started playing the song.

“Maneater” by Nelly Furtado started playing through the speakers and I smiled inwardly at her choice of song, the title not slipping past me. She was a maneater alright, fuck was she a maneater.

She set the remote down and made direct eye contact with me as she walked towards me with look of total annihilation crossing her features. She was out for blood and I was who she was going to take it from. The minute she reached me, she placed both her hands on my thighs and spread them wide enough so she could easily fit between them. Then, she moved her hands up my body, all the while swaying to the beat of the song, which only helped her breasts sway to the rhythmic tune.

I was mesmerized as I watched her intently, focusing on every movement she made. Before I knew it, my shirt and tie were undone, exposing my bare chest for her greedy fingers. She ran her hands back down my chest and undid my belt, while whipping it to the ground like a God damn dominatrix. Christ.

She leaned over and nibbled on my ear as she ran her hands up my chest, scraping my nipples and said, “Belts always seem to cut into me, I hope you don’t mind.”

I just shook my head no as she continued to torture my senses with her slow, methodic movements. She turned around, giving me a perfect view of the dimples that sat right above her ass. She backed up and was about to sit down when I noticed a mark on her back. My thumb rubbed over the heart-shaped spot in question.

“Birth mark,” she mumbled as she pushed down onto my lap. I wanted to look at it, observe the unique brand that only my little one had, but she didn’t let me. Instead, she draped her legs wide over mine and gathered her dress around her waist. She started to rock on my lap as I watched her slowly remove the tiny, diamond-encrusted scraps off her shoulders. They fell to her sides, exposing her entire back. She then proceeded to take the dress completely off and throw it to the side.

I was awarded with her bare naked body straddling my lap and working my cock like a damn stripper pole. She had a way with her hips that I had never experienced before, sending me into a full on aroused state. She leaned back so I had a great view of her front side and pushed against my chest with her back as she deeply ground her hips into mine.

Fucking unbelievable, was the only way to describe the way she was rocking my body.

The cleft of her as was rubbing the apex of my arousal and I didn’t know how much more I could take of her dancing assault. I could only now realize why Kace had such a hard time keeping his hands off of her; she was hypnotic. She had a fucking man-eating pussy.

She grabbed my hands and ran them along her sides and brought them up to her breasts. She moaned as she made me squeeze her hardened nipples. Once she was pleased with the way I touched her, she then moved one of my hands down to the valley between her legs. She momentarily dipped one of my fingers into her cleft, making me hiss out my appreciation. She was beyond wet.

Releasing my hands, she continued to grind my lap with enough pressure to pop a beer bottle open with her damn ass. She bent forward and put her hands on my feet, giving me the most erotic view of her ass and arousal as she continued to thrust her hips into mine.

“Fuck…” I breathed out, as a light sweat caressed the top layer of my skin and I tried not to explode in my pants from the almost pornographic sight in front of my face. The way her hips swayed against my lap and the view of her tight hole in my face had me begging for her to lift back up or else I was going to lose all my restraint.

“Little one, please.”

She snapped up and quickly turned around on my body before I even knew what was happening. She wrapped her hands around my neck and continued to flow with the music. I watched as her tits bounced with her body and the way the juncture between her thighs met my pressing cock. Her head was thrown back in rapture as she continued to move along my body.

She never made eye contact with me; she was lost in the music and the sensation rocking through both of our bodies. I couldn’t blame her, she was magnetic.

In one quick motion, her body flew back, in a crab walk sort of way so her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands touched the ground behind her, exposing herself to me once again. From this angle, I got to see everything as she rocked her hips against mine. One push against my cock and I was gone, I needed her.

“Stop,” I ordered as I looked down at her. She lifted her body off the ground as I watched her tight abs contract as her face lifted to meet mine. She was a sight to watch.

“Too much,” she asked self-consciously?”

“Not enough,” I said as I grabbed her and brought her to the bed. “I need to be inside of you when I come and your little dance has me on the verge of releasing everywhere.”

“Oh,” she said with a shy smile, which surprised me, given the fact that Goldie was anything but shy.

I switched the music to an Evanescence song that I knew would do the trick and started to undress myself as Goldie watched me with lust burning through her light blue eyes. This was the first time I would sink myself inside of her, fully claiming her as mine. I couldn’t get undressed quickly enough.

Finally rid of all my clothes, I let Goldie take my entire body in, kind of like her own personal presentation. I believed it was only fair for her to be able to exam every last inch of my body, since I did the same to her, day in and day out. I watched as her eyes widened and roamed all about my body with mischief and lust running through her eyes. I had nothing to hide as pride surged through my bones at her very blatant display of staring.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said, as I walked toward her.

“Like what?” she asked, while she licked her lips.

“Like you are about the eat me alive.”

“Who says I’m not?” she quipped.

“I am. I call the shots here. I tell you what to do.”

“So, would you rather me look at you with disinterest?”

“What have I told you about talking?”

She shut her mouth as she waited for my next command. I scooted her legs so they were dangling off the bed and her butt was at the edge.

“I am going to fuck you, little one. I am going to fuck you until you don’t think you can take the beating of my dick anymore, and then I am going to fuck you even harder. The only time I will let up is if I hear you say you safe word. Do you hear me?”

She nodded, as her breathing picked up and excitement chased through her eyes.

“I’ve put up with your mouth and your semi-submission for too long. Tonight you are going to learn a lesson and, from now on, I expect you to submit easily. Like I said earlier, I don’t play games. I take what I want, when I want it, and who I want it with.”

“Who do you want it with now?” she asked, almost pensively, like she needed the reassurance. Because of the look of uncertainty on her face, I kept from reprimanding her for talking.

“The moment I first saw you, I knew that this was going to happen. That you would be on this bed one day, naked and wet, begging for my cock to punish you. I knew you were going to be a hellion and taming you was going to be a task, but despite that, I wanted you. You are the one I want here.”

She nodded her head as I grabbed her legs, ready to pound into her.

“Are you wet for me?”

She nodded again.

“Touch yourself, I want to see the proof on your fingers.”

Slowly, she lowered her hand down her stomach until it met the apex between her thighs. I watched as her delicate finger slipped between her folds and my cock jolted with jealousy. She lifted her fingers to me and I sucked them into my mouth.

“Perfect,” I said, as her eyes widened at my brazenness. “Now, take my cock and guide it into your pussy. The minute I am fully inserted in you, I will no longer be gentle and no longer take it slow. I am going to pound into you like you deserve, so you finally realize that I don’t play fucking games.” She nodded. “I want you to know, no matter how hard my dick pounds into you, no matter how raw my cock annihilates your sweet pussy, you are not to look away from me. I want to see and feel your eyes on mine at all times. Do you understand me?”

Once again, she nodded her head and obeyed my wishes. Taming such a wild one, a mustang, gave me complete satisfaction as she reached between my legs and followed my every demand.

The tip of my cock pressed against her entrance and I sucked in a deep breath at the moment of no return, as she guided me in slowly. The sensations running through my body were indescribable. It was hard for me not to acknowledge the fact that it felt like Goldie was made especially for me, formed to my build, my touch. She was snug all around me and just tight enough that I wasn’t hurting her, fucking perfection bottled up in a honey-haired, smart-mouthed, maneater.

She moaned as she threw her head back, causing me to automatically pull all the way out of her.

She snapped her head up and looked at me with a question. “What are you doing?” Desperation laced her eyes.

“What did I tell you about looking at me?”

“Shit…,” she muttered.

“That is your warning, little one. Another blunder like that and you won’t like how your night ends.”

Nodding and reaching for my cock again, I let her guide me back in as she glued her eyes to me. I watched every feeling and sensation run through her eyes as I fully inserted myself. I saw the struggle she played with herself as she trained her eyes to look at mine.

“Mmmm….fuck,” she muttered, as I watched her eyes glass over. I did have to agree with her feeling, fuck was right. I couldn’t believe how sensual it felt to be encased by Goldie’s inner walls.

“Hold onto the comforter above your head and don’t turn away from me; I want to see what I do to you. I want to see you combust.” She nodded as she braced herself for my attack.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out and then slammed into her quickly, eliciting an “oh” from her mouth as I continued to slowly pull out and then thrust harshly back into her. My movement went along with the song that was blaring through my speakers which was purely instrumental…A mix a friend put together for me once.

Goldie’s breasts flew upward as I slammed into her again, making me harder than I thought was possible. The way I felt every fiber of her inner walls contract around me and milk me to the point of no return was unlike any sensation I’d ever felt.

Her mouth flew open in silence as I picked up the pace, losing any kind of rhythm I once had because, the minute she squeezed her inner walls around me, I lost all control and I needed her more than I needed air to breathe, so I took what was mine. I gripped the backs of her legs, spread them wide, and jammed myself into her soft center with my fucking rock hard cock.

A strangled cry escaped her mouth as her eyes briefly shut, but then instantly popped open when she realized what she did. I was too far gone to even think about punishing her. I had to finish off; there was no stopping me now as I felt my balls tighten, preparing for an orgasm.

“God…fuck me, Jett. Fuck me!” she screamed as she fell over the precipice into an oblivion of pleasure. Her inner walls spasmed around me and that was all it took. A low, guttural grunt escaped my mouth as I exploded into the lithe little body I held in my arms. I continued to pump into her as my orgasm drew on, until every last drop left my unrelenting body.

“Thank fuck,” she said, as she draped her arm over her face, breathing erratically.

I laughed to myself as I saw how well I was able to tame the once-wild-mouthed girl. She was completely sated.

After a few minutes of reining in our composure and gathering our clothes, I walked her to the door of the Bourbon Room, a completely satisfied woman.

“Thanks handsome,” she said, as she placed her hand on my bare chest. I looked down at her and smiled.

“Isn’t it better just to obey?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

Vixen!

I grabbed her hand that was on my chest and rubbed her knuckles with my thumb. I pulled her closer and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. The minute my lips connected with her skin, I surprised the fuck out of myself, because I never kissed the girls…ever, but at that moment, it felt like the right thing to do. What I wanted to do…fuck.

She smiled back up at me and then turned to head down the stairs.

Realization hit me like a cold bucket of ice; I was opening myself up to Goldie and I didn’t even realize it. She was snaking her maneating ways under my skin and I was allowing for it to happen. I pushed the disturbing thoughts out of my mind as I decided to make plans for tomorrow…plans I knew I shouldn’t make, but there was nothing stopping me; I needed more time with her.