Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Twelve
“Express”
Goldie/Lo
Surprisingly, the mask that was required wasn’t annoying to wear. I really thought I was going to want to take it off in the first five minutes, but the inner lining of the mask was silk, so it made the feel of it incredibly comfortable to wear. The dress shirt fit me like a damn glove and, if I were to be honest, I felt incredibly sexy in it. I popped the buttons open so they rode dangerously undone around my breasts and enjoyed the feel of the three inch heels that made my legs look long and lanky, which was a miracle, since I was five foot nothing.
I met Kace down in the elaborate entryway that I was able to take in yesterday and he showed me all around the house. Every inch of the house was extravagant, from the floor-to-ceiling curtains to the ornate furniture and art that graced the walls.
Two things stuck in my brain as I took the tour. One was that the third floor was completely off limits unless I was invited up there and two, Jett was richer than fucking King Midas himself. I didn’t even know there were houses as big as the Lafayette Club in the Garden District, let alone New Orleans, and I lived in one. I kept joking with Kace that I was going to need a map of the place. He just kept saying don’t go to the third floor and huffed as he walked me around. Talk about moody. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought the guy had a man-gina and was currently getting a visit from Aunt Flo.
We were back on the first floor and headed toward the back of the house where the music was coming from last night. The only room I had yet to see was where the actual club took place, the Toulouse Room.
The doors to the room were pure black with shiny chrome handles. Just looking at the doors you could tell the room was only reserved for the finest, but sinful, affairs. I was beyond intrigued and a little excited to see what my life was going to be like.
“The girls are about to start practice, so when the music starts, we are just going to sit and observe, okay?”
I nodded as we headed in.
Kace opened the doors and allowed me to walk in first. The first thing I noticed was that the room was round, which surprised me because the structure on the outside indicated a square room. The carpet was pristine black and the walls were a deep purple. There was lighting that lined the walls, giving off a purple glow. In the middle of the room, there was a giant table that looked like it had a step up. The whole table connected to a wall that was straight back from where I was standing. I conjured it up to be the stage for the girls because it also lined the far wall a little and had floor-to-ceiling length curtains that were the same color as the walls. The stage was chrome, but the top of it had some kind of black slip guard, which was good to know because heels could be slippery at times.
Lining the walls in the back were four sets of black stripper poles that had cushioned purple platforms at the bottom. To one side of the room there were booths with curtains and on the other side was a bar. The room oozed sex and money, I was loving it.
I looked closely at the art on the wall and said, “Is that…a nipple?”
“Yeah,” Kace said while taking a seat in a black and chrome leather chair that had four legs and arms that were wide enough for the biggest of men to feel comfortable.
As I looked closer at all the art, I noticed that they were all body parts. Interesting.
“Whose nipple is it?” I asked, while sitting next to Kace. The chairs were beyond comfortable. If I was a man, I would just come to the club to sit in the chair.
“What does it matter?”
“Just wondering, jeeze. Sorry for asking.”
“Apology accepted.”
Infuriating man!
We sat in silence as we waited for the music to play. I continued to take in my surroundings and soak everything in when I asked, “So, how many Jett Girls are there?”
“Five, including you.”
“Five?” I wasn’t expecting five. I guess I didn’t know how many I expected. Man…that was a lot of women for a man to rotate. I was thinking maybe Jett went through three women at the most…but five. That was kind of bordering on being a man whore.
Before Kace could answer, Christina Aguilera’s voice blared over the speakers, followed by synchronized snapping. The lights dimmed dramatically and the beat of “Express” escorted the Jett Girls from behind the now-pulled-back curtains.
They walked in tandem while snapping their fingers next to their hips. It was the first time I got to see any of the Jett Girls and I was instantly intimidated. They were tall, blonde, except for one, and skinny as hell. They all wore red lingerie that showed off their amazing asses and bras that made their tits look like double D’s. I knew I was sitting there with my mouth wide open, gawking at them, but I couldn’t help it. I had some serious lady wood going on.
They strutted down the stage and moved in time with the music, popping their hips, dropping low and showing off every asset they had, but never really showing off anything. Their hair whipped to the side as they danced and they thrust their chests out to the beat. I was entranced, intrigued completely over the moon fucking excited that this was what I was going to be doing.
The girls were classy but sexy as fuck. I now understood the appeal of the club. The high profile business men who were part of the club got their Bourbon Street fix without having to live out the trashy atmosphere. The girls never had to be naked and they were never touched. This was heaven; this was where I belonged.
I just sat back and watched as the girls turned me on to the point of needing to maybe ease the ache that was throbbing between my legs in the bathroom. I glanced over at Kace quickly to see his reaction. He sat back in his chair, with his arms crossed, observing the girls. I took a quick glance at his crotch and was rewarded with a view of a nice bulge. Yup, I wasn’t the only one turned on by the girls’ performance.
As the music died down, they all sauntered off the stage behind the curtain. When the music stopped, I stood up and applauded.
“Holy shit, I need to go finger myself after that,” I said, while sitting back down.
Kace shifted uncomfortably in his chair and shook his head. “You have such a mouth.”
“Oh please, I see the boner you have going on. You can’t deny that.” I poked his leg as he swatted my hand away.
Kace looked down at his crotch and gave me an extremely brief smile, but turned back to his stern face. “If I don’t have a boner by the end of their performance, then Pepper is doing something wrong.”
“Pepper?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s in charge of choreography.”
“I thought you were,” I said with a wink.
“I approve it.”
Apparently, the man wasn’t up for joking…ever!
I looked around the room and said, “What are those booths for?”
Kace looked over to where I nodded and said, “That’s where the members go to relieve their stress.”
“As in…whack it?”
“Yes, Lo, as in whack it. After a lap dance, sometimes the members need to go take care of themselves. We offer them booths to do so, so they don’t walk out of here unsatisfied.”
It was still strange to hear Kace use my Jett Girl name, but it was starting to grow on me…but only a little.
I walked over to one of the booths and took a look inside. There was a purple crushed velvet bench that made me cringe at the thought of having to clean man juices from it and hoped to God that wasn’t a job a Jett Girl had to carry out. Beautiful and very tasteful pictures of naked women spanned the walls, just like the ones in the main room, but they were not zoomed in. I could see why this would be appealing.
“Wow, I mean, don’t they get embar…” I turned around and, standing behind me, were all four Jett Girls and Kace. Talk about intimidating. They were all the same height, which towered over me and they were all so damn beautiful.
“Come meet the girls,” Kace said, as he stood in a strong stance with his arms crossed over his very muscular chest, as if he was their bouncer.
I walked over to them and felt so incredibly inferior it was almost unfair. All I kept thinking as I got closer was, what the hell did Jett see in me and why did he want me to be one of his girls?
“Girls, this is Lo, she is on probationary terms right now and will be training to be a Jett Girl. She has the back room on the second floor in the servant’s wing. Lo, you can take your mask off.”
Listening to Kace’s command, I removed my mask, smiled and waved shyly at them. They all returned huge smiles back at me.
“Hi, I’m Babs,” one of the tall blondes said, as she held her hand out to me. “I have the most years on these girls as being a part of the club, so if you have any questions, let me know.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m Francy,” said the only brunette, who had a brilliant English accent. I wanted to jump her right then and there. God, she was sexy. “I know how to make a mean drink, which I will be teaching you, since I’m assuming you will be on drink duty for a while?” she asked while looking at Kace. He nodded, letting her know she was right.
“Great, I’m ready to learn,” I responded like a dweeb.
“I’m Tootse,” the shortest of the blondes said as she shook my hand. She was by no means as short as me, but the other girls had an inch on her. “I love making our costumes and helping design them with Jett. He’s been giving me more free range lately, since I’m earning my degree in fashion.”
“Did you design what you’re wearing right now?” I asked in awe, as I took in the costumes from a closer perspective. They were delicate, but racy at the same time.
“I did. Do you like?”
“Uh yeah, if I was a man, I would have creamed my pants when you girls walked out.”
They all laughed and then looked over at Kace. “Did you get wood?” He nodded and the girls clapped together. What a strange fucking thing, I thought, as I took in the scene. Would I be clapping with them one day for giving Kace wood? Did I want to? As I took in the brooding man I thought, yeah, I probably would.
The last blonde stepped forward and held out her hand, “I’m Pepper. It’s nice to meet you, Lo.” Her sweet voice did not match the bitch face she had going on. That face was screaming, ‘don’t fucking mess with me.’
“Nice to meet you too.”
“I’m the head choreographer and work closely with Kace on all the presentations. What you saw today was an authentic presentation, where we just dance for the men and leave. Usually after such a presentation, we are asked to give lap dances. Other times, we will be standing art or we’ll do acrobatics on rings or the poles, just all depends what the clientele is looking for that night.”
“What is your favorite sort of presentation to do?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Personally, I love the authentic presentation because I enjoy having the freedom of giving a lap dance after and then being done for the night. Sometimes still art or rings can be very straining and the next morning your muscles will be crying.”
“But we have personal masseuses for all the girls,” Kace chimed in. “Jett always wants to make sure you girls are taken care of.”
“My masseuse has a tight ass too,” Babs said as she smiled at Kace.
“Yes, the masseuses are the only men that are allowed to touch the Jett Girls.”
“I’m surprised Jett allows men masseuses. I would have assumed he would only want girls.”
“We went on a strike,” Babs giggled. “We said no more presentations until we got some man hands rubbing out our sore muscles. We said it was because they were rougher, but we just wanted a little more eye candy.”
“I like the way you girls think.”
“Alright ladies, please show Lo the ropes. Francy, she needs to learn drinks ASAP. We don’t have a presentation tonight, so I expect her to learn and know everything by tomorrow.”
Francy was about to answer Kace when there was a big slam that came from the top of the house followed by the bling of Kace’s phone going off.
He pulled out his phone and then looked up at Pepper.
“Bourbon Room. He’s in a mood. Don’t forget to change and put your mask on before you walk up there.”
Pepper nodded her head and went to the back of the stage.
“Alright, get to work.”
The girls nodded as Kace walked out of the room. The mood in the room changed dramatically after the text message. Kace said there was no drama or jealousies between the girls, but the minute Jett called on someone, the mood changed.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, Jett is having a bad day; whenever that happens, he always calls on Pepper,” Francy answered.
“Oh, I know we’re not supposed to talk about it, but I’m just curious, how often do you girls go up there?”
“Francy and I never do really,” Tootse answered as she wrapped her arm around Francy’s waist.
“Oh, I’m sorry I asked.”
The girls looked at each other and then laughed. “Kace didn’t tell you?” Tootse asked.
“Tell me what?”
“That’s Kace, never into details.” Tootse looked up at Francy and said, “Francy and I have been together for five years. We don’t go up to the Bourbon Room unless Jett just wants to watch us. He respects the fact that we are together.”
“As in you’re lesbians?”
They laughed and nodded their heads.
“Shit, that’s hot.” They continued to laugh and I realized I just said that out loud.
“It’s mainly Pepper and me who switch off,” Babs added. “But I’ll be leaving soon, so it will mainly just be you and Pepper. Jett and I are more friends these days than anything else.”
The thought that Jett only had two to three girls was a lot easier to swallow than five. I could handle having sex with a guy who was only banging two or three girls; that didn’t bother me as much, even though in the back of my head I thought it should, but I pushed that thought back where it came from.
“Alright, now that all that is cleared up, let’s get to teaching you some drink orders, shall we girls?”
“Let’s get started!” Tootse said, while clapping her hands.
“God, you’re adorable,” Francy said while grabbing her ass and walking her to the bar.
I was glad that girls were very welcoming, compared to what I had to deal with before. If I was working this club with any of the girls from Kitten’s Castle, we would probably be at each other’s throats by now. As far as I could tell, there was no cattiness, no back stabbing and no jealousies between any of the girls.
I followed the girls to the bar and paid close attention to everything Francy was saying. I wanted to make sure I didn’t give Jett or Kace a reason to kick me out of the Lafayette Club. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure I became a Jett Girl because, after what I saw today, I was meant to be up on that stage. I was made for this.
Chapter Thirteen
“Black Dog”
Jett
Files crashed to the floor as I threw them off my desk and then grabbed for my bottle of bourbon. Forgetting every ounce of class that was instilled in me, I drank from the bottle, without even considering pouring the amber liquid in a glass.
My dad was a sorry-ass motherfucker who would rather destroy his own family than spend one waking moment caring for them.
I just returned from a meeting with my lawyer and, not only was my father trying to steal a property out from under me, but he was doing it illegally by bribing the city officials who were selling it. Even though what he was doing was wrong on so many levels, as a father and businessman, what really was chapping my ass and sending me into a drunk oblivion was the fact that he was going to use the property to build a sky rise when the property clearly should be used as a park for the kids who were affected by Hurricane Katrina. I had been working with the Boys and Girls Clubs of New Orleans, planning out the space at Lot 17 and figuring out what the kids wanted. The park would cost the city and the Boys and Girls Clubs absolutely nothing; it was just something I wanted to do for my community, but it was being ripped from my grasp by my devil of a father.
My family was never the happy go lucky kind of family you see on TV. It was a fucked up web full of lies and deceit. My father used my mom to have his own kin and the minute she gave birth to me, he divorced her and left her on the streets to fend for herself, claiming she was a drug addict and he wanted her nowhere near his son.
I grew up with the bastard, learning all his business skills and dealings, while my mom spent her days just like Goldie, serving up horny men while trying to make it day by day with no end in sight. I found out about her from my nanny, who was good friends with my mom. She would help me sneak out and see my mom when my dad was gone on business trips. My mom was so kind and caring, the exact opposite of my cold-hearted father; I decided that I would take after her, but use the skills my dad gave me for good. Which I have.
On my eighteenth birthday, I gave my dad the old fuck you and walked out on him. By then, I had my trust fund and already owned five buildings. I took those buildings and turned around the profit quickly, while making business connections throughout the city, giving me the upper hand on my father.
I bought the Lafayette Club and moved my mom in right away, she stayed in Goldie’s room because she loved the light that poured through the windows. By the time I was able to move her in, it was too late, she was dying from AIDS and there was no way to save her. I made her as comfortable as possible for the rest of her days. On her death bed, I promised her I would find a way to help out women just like her and I did.
That was when the Lafayette Club came into being. I knew who had money in the city and it was the same men my dad hung out with. What better way to gain a little revenge for my mom than by torturing wealthy men with sexy women who were near their grasp, but they were unable to touch or abuse them? The price to be a member is astronomical and the price to have a Jett Girl Lap dance could pay someone’s mortgage for a month, but these men had money to burn and they burned it in sin at my club.
I heard the creak of the stairs and knew it was Pepper entering the Bourbon Room. I was too worked up to go in there just yet; I didn’t want to take out my anger on Pepper, even though it wouldn’t be the first time. I sometimes lost control after dealing with my father and Pepper was the only one who knew how to handle it.
I tore off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air conditioned room. It felt good; it felt like my body was finally cooling off. I downed some more alcohol and turned on my TVs that showed different parts of the house. The other girls were in the Toulouse room, teaching Goldie how to use the bar. She looked good in her dress shirt and heels. Like I want to fuck her in the mouth good. I looked her up and down on the monitor and felt the stirrings of my arousal. I couldn’t wait to take her in the Bourbon Room; she was so damn sexy.
Feeling like I’d cooled off enough, I finally poured some bourbon in a glass and walked over to find Pepper completely ready for me. Her clothes were off and she was leaning over the padded table with her legs spread and her ass in the air. She was such a good listener.
I approached her and gently ran my hand up the back of her right leg.
“You look good, really good.”
“Thank you.”
“What do you need to say to me, Pepper?”
“I am here to submit to you.”
“Mmm, music to my ears,” I said, as I took a swig from my glass.
I walked over to the side of the table so she could see me. Her hair was fanned around her face and her hands rested on her lower back, it was one of my all-time favorite positions to walk in on. I loved seeing the expanse of a woman’s backside as she completely surrendered to me.
“I haven’t had a very good day today. I’m in a bad mood and most likely will be rough with you. I doubt you will be able to walk tomorrow after my dick is done beating down your pussy, so I ask you, what is your safe word?”
“Alligator.”
My mouth twitched to the side at the safe word I chose. I always had an obsession with alligators while growing up, so when I had to come up with a safe word, alligator was the first word that came to mind.
“Good girl. Turn your head and look at me.”
Pepper slowly turned her head and blew her hair out of her eyes, but was unsuccessful, so I reached down and gently pushed her hair behind her ear. She looked up at me and smiled. She was gorgeous, but at that moment, the same feeling passed over me as when I looked at Babs a little while back; Pepper was different. I was seeing her in a different light and I wondered if it was because my mind was on a little caramel-haired girl currently trying to learn drink orders, or if Pepper and I had reached that friend zone.
“How’s Lo?” I asked, knowing I was breaking all of my rules by bringing another person into the Bourbon Room. I could tell I was wrong too when Pepper looked at me with a hurt expression on her face, but I just waited for her answer because I wanted to know.
Pepper stalled for a second, but realized I wasn’t going to speak until she did so she answered, “Uh, she’s good. She seems really nice. I think she will make a great fit.”
“That’s not what Kace thinks. Are you just trying to bullshit me so I feel pleased?”
“No,” Pepper said with confidence. “I never bullshit you and you know that. I truly think she will be great. She is sexy and beautiful. I noticed Kace eyeing her quite often while we were doing introductions. I think there might be something going on there.”
Interesting. That could explain Kace’s reluctance in accepting Goldie as a Jett Girl because, if she signed on, he wouldn’t have an opportunity to have her for himself. Very interesting.
“I appreciate your honesty.”
“You can always count on it.”
I set my bourbon down on the same table Pepper was leaning over and started to unbuckle my belt as I moved behind Pepper.
Her ass was nice and round and her pussy was completely ready for me. It was good to know that I was still able to turn the girl on, even though she had been with me for so many years.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Good.”
I dropped my pants, turned on some Kelli Schaefer so we could hear her raspy voice blare through the speakers, gripped Pepper’s sides and fully inserted myself in one quick motion, not even giving her a chance to adjust. I needed to pound out my tension…the tension my dad caused me and the tension that had been building up in my body ever since Goldie had walked into this house.
Flashes of Goldie’s body in that appalling polyester bra and panties at Kitten’s Castle ran through my mind as I sunk myself deeper into Pepper’s warm heat. I knew it was wrong to think about another woman, but I couldn’t help it. Goldie consumed my thoughts and there was no blocking her out.
She wrapped herself in my brain and I didn’t even know she had until visions of her body started consuming all my thoughts. It was scary to think that she so easily slipped herself in my life and I hadn’t even formally met her yet. I couldn’t imagine how it would be if she actually submitted to me and let me take her in the Bourbon Room. I would lose my fucking mind trying to control my raging dick as it sought her warm heat.
Pepper’s moan helped me escape my thoughts of the brazen girl and brought me back to the present. Her inner walls constricted around my cock, sending me into a crazed frenzy as I pounded into her, releasing every last drop I had.
“Fuck…” I breathed out, as I lay on top of Pepper’s back.
I thought how much bigger I would seem if it was Goldie under me; she was tiny. Which then led me to think about what her tiny body would feel like straddling my six foot three frame. I knew it was going to be fucking good with her, I could tell by the way she maneuvered her body, the way her eyes sparked when she spoke, and the smart mouth she carried around.
Patience, I told myself. I needed to create anticipation within her before I invited her to play. Without anticipation, she would be less likely to join and submit. I just needed a little bit of patience and then I would be rewarded, just like I told my girls.
***
After Pepper left to go back to her room, I tuned back in to see what the girls were up to and to make sure they were welcoming Goldie with open arms. Sometimes when you put women together who didn’t know each other, they could get catty and be total bitches to each other, especially when they were all supposed to share a man; that was why I was checking in.
They were all gathered around the bar, laughing, drinking and lounging in their lingerie. Any man, especially a horny one would get off from the sight. It was a great scene to watch, but I was nervous because it seemed like they were starting to get a little too loose. The alcohol was starting to go to their heads and Lord knew what the fuck would happen once they got too loose. There had been nights where I had found all of them wandering out back, completely naked and singing some Beyoncé song. Watching Kace trying to wrangle them all inside was one of my brighter moments. The man hated me that night, but I loved every second of it. I sent a text down to Kace.
Jett: It’s getting late; send the girls to bed.
Kace: Got it.
Kace was a man of few words and he suffered from demons just like I did, every damn day of our lives. We had different demons haunting us day in and day out, but demons nonetheless. I believe that was why we stayed friends all these years. I met him when I was in high school, he was the jock and I was the smart ass always coming up with ideas to get us in trouble. Seventeen years later, we are both thirty three and still suffering from our past decisions.
I watched as Goldie walked back to her room with assistance from Kace.
“Why are you so moody all the time?” Goldie asked, while flinging her arms about, giving Kace a serious run for his money. I chuckled to myself at the fiery spirit of my little one.
“And where is Jett? I mean, is the man so ugly that he can’t show his face just to say hello and see how I’m fitting in? Does his face look like an asshole?” she slurred, as she bounced against the walls.
“You know he can hear you, right?” Kace let her know.
“What do you mean?” She stopped in her tracks.
“There are cameras all around the house, except the rooms of the Jett Girls; that’s the only privacy you get around here.”
“Are you shitting me?”
I laughed to myself at her very Bourbon Street-like response. She was definitely a hellion.
“No, now come on. I don’t want to be babysitting your ass anymore.” Kace grabbed her by the arms and pulled her toward the end of the hallway.
She pulled her arm away and said, “I don’t need a babysitter, especially one who so desperately needs to be sucked off. God damn man. You are such a bastard, you know that?”
Kace threw his hands up in the air, giving up, and then looked straight at the camera in the corner. “I give up. She’s close enough; deal with it yourself if you’re not happy.”
I just laughed and let Kace walk off, leaving Goldie in the hallway with her mask hanging off one of her ears and her shirt buttoned up all askew. She was a sight…that was for sure, but a sight I wanted to so desperately bury myself deep down in.
She walked closer to the camera and looked up at it. If she had a ladder, she most likely would have tapped the damn thing.
“I see you in there,” Goldie said, as she waved with her right index finger. She leaned up against the wall and stared at the camera. “I’m sorry you’re so ugly that your face looks like a cow’s vagina. I can understand why you don’t want to be seen, because of vagina face and all. God, that must be hard to deal with, and the smell…fuck, no wonder you pay ladies to be near you. You have a juicy cow vagina smell coming off your face.” She shivered and sighed, “Fucking cow pussy.”
A huge smile was plastered across my face as I watched her in her drunken state. God she was adorable, even though she was insulting the hell out of me and calling me vagina face.
“Makes me wonder, if you have a vagina face, does that mean you have to go to your ‘monthly cleaning’ like every other girl in this house?” she said with air quotes. “I sure hope so; you don’t want an infection.” She shuddered. “Gross, could you imagine your vagina face with an infection? Fuck…that is some stank shit you got going on.”
She looked around the hallway and grabbed the mask that was hanging off her face and started waving it in front of her.
“God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I am.” She grabbed her shirt and tore it over her head, exposing her beautiful curvy body. “It’s hot,” she repeated. “Is that a ringing noise? Are you calling me? She looked down and then bent over and grabbed one of her heels and held it up to her ear as she slid down the wall of the hallway.
“Hi, you have reached Goldie, sorry I couldn’t take your call, vagina face, but I’m sure you would have made me cream my pants with that gorgeous voice of yours. It’s just such a shame that you’re a pussy head.” She exhaled and dropped her shoe-phone on the floor and slid further to the ground so her head was lying down.
“Vaaaaaa-gggggiiiiinaaaa, Jett has a…” her voice tailed off as she passed out in the middle of the hallway. I waited a couple of minutes until I fully knew she was passed out and worked my way down to her hallway so I could put her in her bed. I didn’t want my little one to wake up with a kink in her neck and have to have a masseuse touch her beautiful body before I got the chance. For some reason, I was extremely possessive of the little firecracker and I didn’t want anyone else touching her.
I tried to think of the reason why I felt such a strong connection to her, but the only thing that kept coming to mind was the way I first ran into her. Could two people really be drawn to each other by fate? I didn’t look too much into it as I settled her into her bed and brushed the hair out of her face. She was going to give me a run for my money, no doubt about it.
