Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Three
“Teeth”
Goldie
The minute I turned my back and wasn’t watching the two men in the blackout booth, they fled. It figures…they were probably hideous, at least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I went over to their booth to clean up their bottles and glasses when I saw that they had left me two, one-hundred dollar bills. I felt like my eyes shot out of their sockets, like some cheesy-ass Saturday morning cartoon. I had never received such a high tip, unless I actually ended the night with the guy’s dick in my mouth.
I quickly grabbed the cash to hide it from Marv, but I was too late; he caught my wrist and brought it up to his eyes.
“I knew these men were going to be high rollers. I’ll put this in the community tip jar. Good job, Goldie.” He squeezed my tit before walking off with my well-earned money. The urge to drive my heel through the back of Marv’s head was overpowering, but I took a few deep breaths before I went off and lost my job.
“Stupid piece of shit, Marv,” I muttered to myself, as I cleaned up their table.
That was when I saw a black business card on the table…with my name on it. I picked it up and shoved it in my apron for later inspection. I couldn’t see shit in this crap hole and, knowing Marv, he would snatch it from my grasp before I even got a chance to look at it.
The night wound down and visitors to Kitten’s Castle either stumbled out the door or were carried out, but all in all, it was a good night. After my big tip from the mysterious strangers, I knew I was going to be going home with a good chunk of change that I’d be able to put toward my bills.
Carlos was cleaning the bar, while some of the other girls were sweeping the floors. The strippers made sure the poles were clean and waxed to perfection for the next night. Surprisingly, we kept the place pretty clean…well, clean enough. It was Bourbon Street, after all.
“Here’s your share,” Marv said, as he handed me an envelope. “Now, get out of here; I’m not paying you overtime.”
“Thanks, Marv. See you later.”
“You need to be walked home?” Carlos shouted from the bar.
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, handsome.”
“Anytime, baby girl.” He gave me a wink and turned his back to make sure all the liquor was in its proper place. I sighed as I thought about what a shame it was that he preferred a cock to a hole.
I headed back to the lockers and found Lyla waiting for me, dressed in black leather from head to toe.
“Where are you going?”
As I asked, my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my locker and took a look at the text message that came through on my phone.
Rex: We still on for tonight?
“I have a date on a motorcycle with Charlie tonight.”
I turned and eyed Lyla skeptically. “Charlie from Sons of Anarchy?”
She smiled. “Yeah, a viewing party over at Crystal’s place. You want to come?”
Crystal was the closing act at Kitten’s Castle. She had massively fake tits and didn’t mind shoving her bare vagina in any man’s face who offered it up, which made her a great closing act, but frankly, she terrified the shit out of me.
“No, I have plans.” I paused for a second before continuing. “Uh, do you plan on staying at Crystal’s?”
“Why?” I was just about to answer, when Lyla cut me off, “Please tell me he’s not coming over tonight.”
I cringed at the judgmental tone in my friend’s voice.
“Goldie, how many times are you going to let him come over? Does he really pay you enough to ignore the fact that he’s…married?”
Getting tired of the same old judgmental spiel from my friend, I slammed my locker shut and turned toward her. “If me fucking another woman’s husband means I can earn enough money to get out of this hell of a life I’m living, then yes, I am going to fuck him and I am going to fuck him until he wants to give me all his money. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Do you think I like whoring myself out?”
Lyla smiled, “Well, last time I heard you two together, it kind of seemed like you did.”
“Fuck off,” I said, while smiling at her. “Don’t come back, alright? I plan on fucking Rex all over the apartment.”
“Just clean up when you’re done, for Christ sake.”
“I always do. Have fun having a massive orgy with Charlie.”
“Oh, I will.”
I placed a kiss on Lyla’s lips, like always, and walked out the back door. Luckily, we only lived a couple of blocks from Kitten’s Castle. The only downside was, our apartment was on the corner of Bourbon and Toulouse and was as old as a witch’s nipple, so there was no sound proofing, letting the night life filter through the walls very easily.
I walked into my apartment and quickly ran around, lighting candles, stuffing trash and junk in crevices so Rex didn’t see it and grabbing my money envelope to stuff for safe keeping until I could hit up the bank.
Before I put the money behind one of my paintings in my room, I took a look at all the goods. When I started counting, I realized, not only did I get screwed, but I got royally fucked and not in a good way. There was only one hundred and fifty four dollars in my envelope. How was that possible when I easily pulled in close to five hundred dollars on my own?
Seething, I put the money behind my painting and went to my dresser so I could change into something not so tattered. I pulled out a red lace bra and matching panties; he would like that. I wrapped my short silk, black robe around my body, sprayed some perfume in all the right places and fluffed my hair.
I was just considering putting on some more makeup when there was a knock at my door. As I walked through the living room, I made sure all the brightly-colored tapestries–sheets–we hung to cover the cracks in the walls, were hanging straight and not crooked.
When I opened the door, I was socked in the nose with the scent of money…that was the only way to describe the smell of Rex Titan…money. He oozed it…the way his hair was cut to precision, his business suits were cut specifically for his body, and the shine of his dress shoes. The man had a pair of cufflinks for every occasion and believed in a matching tie and pocket square. Besides his clothing, the man was ripped, beyond hot. The fact that I was paid to have sex with him was, by far, the best job I ever had because I wouldn’t be lying if I said I enjoyed his cock buried deep within me.
“Hey, kitten,” Rex said, as he entered my apartment, which he didn’t have a problem slumming in, probably because he was here for one reason and one reason only…sex.
I met Rex one night when he was out with his friends celebrating a bachelor party, shocker. Their group ended up at Kitten’s Castle and I couldn’t help but stare at Rex when I wasn’t serving other people…and he didn’t have a problem staring at me either. That night he gave me a card and asked if I did any paid services. I had never in my life taken cash for sex, but when I was looking into his dark, sinister eyes, I couldn’t help but say yes. I wanted the man and, if I was going to be paid for letting him fuck my brains out, then I was more than happy to oblige.
I’ve always been a sexual creature, from the moment I realized breasts could be used to my advantage, so I was happy to succumb to anything Rex demanded. Apparently, his wife was a bit of a prude, so Rex took care of his sexual imagination with me, which I didn’t mind at all; I actually relished his naughtiness.
The only thing that grated my nerves was when he called me kitten, probably because it reminded me of the hell hole I worked in, but whatever it was, it wasn’t appreciated. But, I wasn’t about to tell him that. He could call me cunt-guzzler for all I cared, as long as he paid me and gave me at least two orgasms while we were together.
“Hey, sexy. I’m glad you came over. I’ve missed you,” I said, while playing with the tie of my robe.
Rex eyed me up and down with those smoldering eyes of his and I almost came on the spot.
“I want you in the bedroom, wearing nothing, on the bed, lying on your stomach with your head at the bottom. You have thirty seconds.”
I squealed like a little girl as I quickly tore my robe off, got out of my lingerie that I didn’t need to change into and did exactly as I was told. My comforter was silky, so the cool touch of the fabric against my naked body was very erotic and put me in the mood.
I heard his footsteps come closer as he worked his way down the hallway toward my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he had gotten rid of his suit jacket, shoes and socks. He was unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks when he stood in front of me. I was exactly eye level with his burgeoning cock; damn, he was already excited.
“Do you see what you do to me, kitten? The way you listen so properly to me turns me on so much.” I saw his tie drop to the floor as he continued. “Unbuckle my pants, kitten.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with the sight of his cock, fully erect and practically ready to poke me in the eye.
“No underwear?” I asked, as I licked my lips.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked in a dark tone.
I shook my head no as I saw the last of his clothes drop to the floor.
“You know I don’t like it when you disobey me, kitten.”
I didn’t speak because, frankly, I didn’t know if I was allowed to, so I just lay still as he worked his way around the bed.
The mattress dipped from where he got on. I definitely wasn’t sleeping on a TempurPedic, so I was able to feel every move he made. He spread my legs so my feet hooked onto each side of the bed.
“The only reason I’m not going to punish you right now is because you’re so incredibly wet for me. That makes me think you’ve been anticipating the moment I got here. Is that true?”
I nodded my head to confirm his statement.
“That’s what I like to see.” He rubbed my back and caressed the heart-shaped birthmark that was just above the crack of my ass. It was an odd, but kind of sexy birthmark that was very unique to my body. “I love this birthmark; it turns me on so much.”
He moved his hands down my ass cheeks and then gave them both a good whack, one right after the other. My ass lifted off the mattress from the sting, but then it was followed quickly by pleasure. It was a little disturbing to me that I enjoyed being spanked, but I talked about it with Lyla once and she said she was the same way; she loved a good ass slap.
“So responsive,” he muttered. “I want you to put your hands on the floor.”
Not really knowing where he was going with this, I scooted my body so my upper half hung off the end of the bed and placed both palms on the very old wood floors.
“Perfect.”
He moved in behind me so I could feel the heat pouring off of him and burning into my skin.
He lifted my pelvis off the bed and held my ass up to his face as I held my body up with my upper half, as if we were playing some kind of sexual wheelbarrow game.
“Say it,” Rex said, as his mouth hovered right in front of my slick folds.
“Show me your teeth,” I practically panted, as I waited for his mouth to descend down on me.
The minute Rex’s mouth hit me, I nearly exploded. I don’t know if it was from the blood rushing to my head or the fact that he was in full domination mode, but I was ready to come right there on the spot.
I moaned as he ran his tongue up and down my pussy, while digging his fingers into my pelvis. The way his tongue made its way leisurely up and down my most sensitive nerves made my thoughts of being a hooker completely leave my brain. He was a master with his tongue, a genius actually, as he applied the perfect pressure in all the right places, making my vision start to turn back. I was rewarded with such amazing mixed emotions that I didn’t think my arms would hold me up any longer.
Just when I was tipping over the edge of getting my first O for the night, Rex pulled away and set me back on the bed. I was just about to complain, when I heard the rustle of a condom package and was pleasantly reassured that I would be getting what I needed, sooner rather than later.
Rex grabbed my hips again, as I assumed my wheelbarrow position and he guided his cock along my slick folds.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned out, as he continued to torture both of us.
“Only for you,” I said, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t talk.
“You better not be lying,” he said, as he entered me fully.
My hips bucked back into his from the fullness of his cock and the position he had me in.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” I begged.
He groaned as he thrust into me with more power than I had ever felt. He must have had a hard day at work because my pussy was getting a beating, but I loved it. Every thrust he made into my body pushed me closer and closer to that moment of ecstasy when everything was right in the world.
“Ahh, I’m going to come,” he announced to the room and I smiled at the strain in his voice. I did that to him. “You better come with me.”
Eeep, focus, I told myself.
He reached around to my front and put pressure on my clit while he continued to thrust into me and that was all I needed. My vision went black as ripples of pleasure shot through my body.
“Fuck…” I sounded off, as my orgasm took over my body.
I heard Rex cry out at the same time, sending him into full-on stiff mode until he completely released every last drop of his pleasure.
We both collapsed and I hung half on the bed and half off. Rex grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me up and turned me around, so we were now facing each other.
A light sheen of sweat was at the corner of his brows from his exertion and his face was completely sedated. He was a pleased man and I was happy that I was the one who was able to give him that.
I took in the contours of his face as we both tried to catch our breath. He was so incredibly handsome, with his five o’clock shadow, dark hair and dark eyes. He was a man you didn’t mess with because he would either take you out himself, or he would destroy you with his money and connections.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I want your ass in a couple of minutes.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I said, while I kissed his jaw and thought about the paycheck I would be receiving at the end of the night. Not a bad way to make some cash.
***
The morning sun shone through my sheer curtains, giving me no opportunity to sleep in from my long night. Rex had practically ripped me in two with his passion. He was an animal last night. When I asked him if everything was okay, he just nodded and took me again.
I shifted in bed and realized that the lower half of my body was completely numb. I was so damn sore from my legs being spread for a good portion of the night.
Like usual, Rex was gone. He never stayed the whole night. He took what he wanted and left, but that was to be expected, since I was whoring myself out for him. I didn’t expect him to play cuddle time, although, it would have been nice.
I looked over at the clock that was on my nightstand and realized it was already eight in the morning. If I wanted to make any sales at all in Jackson Square, then I needed to get my ass moving. I got up as I eyed an envelope on the corner of my nightstand. I quickly grabbed it, ripped it open and saw three hundred dollars nestled along with a note. Relief flashed through my body as I thought about how rent was paid for this month.
The note was folded in two and I quickly took it out and read it to myself.
Kitten,
Thank you for an amazing night. I know I don’t say this enough, but I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your company. I plan on making some changes in the near future and plan on talking to you about them soon. Until next time, think of me constantly.
-R
A sigh escaped me as I read the note again. I was acting like a teenager in lust, but how could I not? The man was amazing. I thought about what he meant in his note and tried to decipher his cryptic wording. Was he trying allude to the fact that he might be leaving his wife? What did that mean for us? If there was even an “us.”
A part of me wondered if he would stick around or if he would go find someone else to give him what he wanted. Fear prickled at the back of my neck at the thought of not only losing a really good fuck, but also losing a part of my income. I couldn’t let that happen.
I grabbed my phone and sent Rex a text message.
Goldie: Thanks for last night. I have never come so hard in my life. I’m surprised your dick didn’t break off in my pussy.
My phone buzzed back quickly.
Rex: Do you still wish it was in your pussy?
God, I loved dirty talk. As I got ready for the day, I’d have to take a shower later, I texted him back.
Goldie: Yes, your fingers, your tongue, any part of you. You are the master of my body.
Rex: You really know how to please me. I have a couple of things I have to do in the next couple of days, but I need to see you again. Make time for me.
Goldie: Always.
Rex: Good girl. I’ll talk to you later, think of me.
I grabbed my easel, charcoal, paper, and finished art and headed out the door, while placing a sun hat on my head. The heat was going to be killer today and I needed something to protect my eyes from the glare.
Jackson Square, in the French Quarter, was already packed with palm readers, artists, musicians and street entertainers. It was a staple for all tourists hoping to gain a genuine experience of New Orleans. It was where the crazies came to sell their souls for any kind of attention or income. Which meant I was there as well. Any chance to make a dime and I was there.
I sidled up next to the wrought iron fence that surrounded Jackson square and started laying out my charcoal drawings of various tourist attractions around New Orleans. Most of my drawings were of Lafayette Cemetery, in the Garden District, because that was where I spent most of my free time, but I also had some other drawings from around the French Quarter that tourists would enjoy…like the ever present and extremely loud Steamboat Natchez as well as the infamous French Market Arch.
Tourists adored the black and white depictions of the city I was born and raised in. When I sat back and looked at the drawings, really took the time to appreciate them, a sense of overwhelming love flowed through my body for my hometown. But when I was shoved to the side by the greasy-ass hobo two people down, I was rudely thrown back into reality and remembered exactly what my life was, a constant climb out of a never-ending hole of human crap.
Chapter Four
“Bourbon Street Parade”
Jett
Puffs of white dust blew through the air as I watched locals and mostly tourists take their first bites into Café Du Monde’s infamous beignets. Smiles stretched across everyone’s faces as they realized the fried dough concoction had forever changed their life. You had two choices when you came to Café du Monde and that was how many beignets you wanted and what your drink of choice was. Every first Saturday of the month I came down to the French Quarter to enjoy the local atmosphere, eat beignets at my favorite table that lined the street so I could people watch and sip my café au lait while enjoying some zydeco music from a local musician yearning for attention.
Except, this time, my motivation had changed for making it down to the French Quarter. It had been a week and Goldie had yet to contact Kace. I was not one to not get my way so when I checked in with Kace yesterday to see if she contacted him and he said no, I knew I was going to have to try again.
There was no reason as to why she wouldn’t contact Kace. The only thing I could think of was maybe she didn’t get the card we left at her table. I would make sure she got it this time. I wasn’t taking a “no” where Goldie was concerned, she would be a Jett Girl.
I finished my café au lait, paid the barely speaking Vietnamese waitress and went on my way. The street was already lined with people trying to get into Café du Monde. Tourists had no clue that the best time to get a beignet from the popular location was early in the morning while the drunks still slept off their hangovers.
The city was fairly quiet, besides the faint blare of a trumpet in the background and the occasional click of a camera of visitors taking pictures of the classic city.
I crossed the street, making sure not to be run over by the mules that lined Decatur Street, waiting to be put to work by sight-seeing tourists.
Jackson square, which was right across the street from Café du Monde was just starting to come alive with musicians, artists, palm readers, acrobats and frozen people who were my favorite of all the Jackson Square “entrepreneurs.” Locals took the time to come up with an over the top way to show how they could hold still in a “moving” position for an extended period of time. They took donations for their ability not to move or break scene. It was all a little strange, but then again, it was New Orleans.
I walked along the wrought iron fence that outlined Jackson square, making sure to look out for that caramel colored hair that captivated me for the first time a month ago. She wasn’t in her normal spot, which concerned me because I didn’t want to go back to Kitten’s Castle to make contact again; I was pretty sure I picked up some sort of incurable disease last time I was there.
I continued around the square until I saw the Italian from the bar hovering over Goldie, making her laugh and smile that gorgeous smile of hers. Jealous rage ran through my body at the thought of Goldie having a relationship with the Italian. I had been so consumed with making sure Goldie’s room was laid out properly and getting her contract ready that I forgot to check into the Italian.
Pulling out my phone and making a quick note to myself, I set a reminder to look into the brawny man and make any arrangements to split the two up if they were together, because Goldie being with someone else would not be tolerated.
I walked closer and stood with my back to them, as I observed a frozen street performer act like he was climbing a ladder which, I couldn’t lie, was rather impressive…that he was able to balance for so long. As I observed the balancing act, I listened in to what Goldie and the Italian were talking about.
“Come on, Goldie. You have to come out with us before we work tonight. You can’t tell me that you don’t want to have a drink before you go to the almighty castle and get man-handled by every man in the joint.”
“I could use a drink before work, but I don’t want to go to where we went last time. I’m not in the mood to deal with drunken frat boys before work, since that’s who I have to deal with on a constant basis when I get to work.”
“Fair enough. Come to The Dungeon; we can shoot some pool before work and I can show that fine ass of yours how to stuff the pockets.”
I inwardly groaned at the terrible attempt at a sexual innuendo. I could just imagine the look on the man’s face, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling like a moron. Goldie was better than that.
“Alright, I’ll go. Pick me up?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, baby girl. See you later.”
“Bye, Carlos.”
Carlos. I ingrained the name in my head so I could talk to my private investigator about him later. I turned slightly so I could see the man walk away, just to make sure he was completely gone.
I faced Goldie, whose back was toward me. She was wearing torn shorts, a black tank top and black Converse. Her bra strap was making an appearance and I cringed at the poor material that so intimately caressed her beautiful skin. That would be one of the first things I’d fix once she moved in.
Her drawings were scattered along the fence, showing off her incredible talent. The first time I ever laid eyes on her, she was drawing with her ear buds in her ears, tapping her foot to the beat that flowed through her body and using her fingers to make art in ways I never knew were possible. At that moment I knew, I needed those fingers on me, making art with my body.
I slowly approached her, trying not to make a sound. I didn’t want her to spot me, I just wanted to make it a point that I was interested. I needed to stay aloof, like I always did with every new Jett Girl. My identity was not something to be played around with.
I pulled a Jett card out of my pocket and put it on her side table that held her charcoal and said, “You’re a beautiful artist.”
Before she could turn around to see who was talking to her, I pulled away and got lost in the crowd. It was time to go back to the Lafayette Club and get ready for a very important business meeting. The girls were on tonight and I needed to make sure Kace had them ready to go.
