Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"

Автор книги: Meghan Quinn

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Chapter Fourteen

“Hangover”

Goldie/Lo

To say I was a little drunk last night was an understatement. Every drink I practiced making, Francy had me drink. She said alcohol should never go to waste or else that was alcohol abuse. I agreed with her on that statement, especially since the alcohol we were pouring was top shelf.

Handling the bar wasn’t going to be too much of a problem, since the only true options were amber liquids and nothing really mixed. I did have to learn some mixed shots, but there was a cheat sheet hidden behind the counter. Francy reassured me that the club members knew the drink order options, so they wouldn’t ask for anything we didn’t go over.

I was taking over Francy’s duties for now, until I learned the choreography and could prove to Kace that I was ready to be on stage. Francy didn’t like dancing as much, so she was more than willing to help practice with me so she could get back behind the bar.

When I woke up this morning, I had a wonderful time getting to know my toilet bowl up close and personal. I named him Fred as I puked my guts out and prayed for the never-ending dry heaving to go away. I was going to have to have a conversation with Francy about practice because I could not do this every time. I liked Fred, but I wasn’t about to make out with him every time Francy wanted to go over drink orders.

There was a pounding at my door that startled me from the cool feel of the toilet bowl across my cheek. I couldn’t move, so I just allowed the pounding to continue. I knew who it was and he was not going to be happy. Just what I needed.

“Get your sorry ass up,” he screamed, as he walked through my room. “Where are you?” He tore my bathroom door open and made eye contact with my pathetic sack of bones. His stupid smirk spread across his face, the one that every time he made it, I wanted to punch it right off.

He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms as he looked down upon me.

“Rough night?”

“You could say that,” I mumbled, as I felt drool slide out of the corner of my mouth.

“Well, too bad; you’re late for your morning workout session.”

I lifted my head and was grateful I was still in my bra and panties because I didn’t need Kace’s gaze blazing holes through me. Sweat plastered my hair across my neck and face and I pushed it to the side, not fully able to use my motor skills properly to push it out of the way like I wanted, but I made a good attempt.

“You think I’m going to be able to work out right now? I just puked up a God damn shoe; there is no way I will be able to run on a treadmill.”

“Not my problem,” Kace said, as he looked me up and down. “Get your ass downstairs and in the workout room in five minutes or see your sorry ass out on the street. Your choice.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” And then he walked off.

I despised that man.

I peeled myself off the ground and threw my hair into a ponytail before I walked over to my closet to grab some workout clothes. Of course, the only clothes provided were a sports bra and spandex shorts. The one time I wanted sweats and a baggy T-shirt, they were not available to me. I threw on the clothes and the sneakers that I was provided and headed down the servant stairs to the gym, which was in the back. Thankfully, members were not allowed in the servants’ quarters, so I didn’t have to wear a mask.

I opened the door to the gym and all the girls were lined up straight, waiting for Kace to tell them what to do. They looked like a damn army of breasts and Kace was the general waiting to titty fuck all of them with his crooked dick. I didn’t know if he had a crooked dick, but right now, I wished and believed he did because he was an evil bastard.

I looked at Tootse and Francy who drank just as much as I had and they looked right as rain, like spring flowers just coming out to the morning sun. I wanted kick them both in the vagina.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Kace said, as he looked me up and down. “Because Lo so gracefully decided to show up late, we will be doing squat thrusts for a while after you girls warm up. Hit the treadmills, speed three and let me see those arms pumping.”

Squat thrusts? Those didn’t sound like fun, unless they were me squatting and thrusting over a giant dick, then that I could enjoy. I smiled to myself as I got on one of the treadmills. I was glad I actually worked out almost every day because I would be hurting after two minutes on this treadmill if I didn’t.

I was feeling alright as I jogged on the never-ending hamster device. I thought I would have puked up a storm by now, but I was producing a good sweat and my stomach wasn’t rolling around too much. I wanted to dance in front of Kace and say, “Ha, nice try dickhead, but there’s no puking from me.” He would not enjoy that though, and he’d probably punch me in the milk sack, so I just envisioned it in my head instead.

After a ten minute warm up, yes ten minutes, I thought it was a little extreme, we all lined up on the empty floor space while Kace stood in front of us like a drill sergeant and held out a stop watch.

“You girls have five minutes of squat thrusts. Start on my count.”

“Uh, one second,” I said, as I held up my arm. “What’s a squat thrust?”

Kace rolled his eyes, handed me the stop watch and said, “Watch carefully.”

He got in a squatting position, then plastered his body to the floor in a push up position quickly followed by him getting back up into a squat position. If I wasn’t so mesmerized by the ways his muscles rippled while he moved around, I would have been horrified by the fact that I had to do that for five minutes.

“Got it?” he asked, as he took the stop watch away from me. I nodded and gulped at the same time. He was evil, but good God was he hot.

“Go!” he shouted and just like that, like we were his little puppets, we were dropping up and down.

The first squat thrust wasn’t too bad, but after the fifth one, my stomach was rolling and I knew I would never make it five minutes; nope I was going to puke.

“Pick it up Lo,” Kace shouted as he stood right in front of me.

I dropped to the floor and felt the bitter taste of this morning’s stomach acid hit the back of my throat. Shit, this wasn’t good.

“Come on, Lo,” Kace egged me on.

I got up into squat position and then dropped back down at the same time my stomach gave Kace the old fuck you and spewed whatever was left in my stomach all over his shoes and the bottom of his pants.

I laid there in push up position as I looked up at the seething eyes of Kace the drill sergeant. The other girls stopped and stared at the face-off we were having.

I put on my best bravado and lifted my chin while I said, “Serves you right, dickhead.” Then I tacked on a smile because I had the sinking feeling that murder was in my future.

Fury laced Kace’s eyes as he stormed out of the gym, but not before calling over to Francy. “Intervals and weights, get them moving.”

Once Kace was out of the room, the girls busted out in laughter, pulled me from the floor and handed me some water. They all bowed to me for taking out the great Kace Haywood. Even though my stomach didn’t think it could take anymore, I felt amazing from the praise and camaraderie of the girls.

“I am so happy that just happened,” Babs said, as she held out some more water to me, “But we need to clean that shit out because damn is it ripe in here.”

***

Never did I think signing up to be a Jett girl was going to be so strenuous on my body. I was tired, extremely tired and hung over still. There was supposed to be a presentation tonight, but it was luckily cancelled, due to a board member of the group not being able to get free from prior engagements. I was grateful for the cancellation, especially since I could barely move.

I had yet to meet the infamous and very elusive Jett Colby, which was frustrating. Francy and Tootse were called up to the Bourbon Room after we ended practice. If I were to be honest, I was getting a little jealous that I had yet to meet him. I mean, it was kind of rude, right? That he would invite me into his home and not want to meet me.

I knew I wasn’t a tall glam-a-zon like the other girls, but I wasn’t a dried up ass ring either. I would have assumed that he would have already met me and maybe have taken me up to the Bourbon Room for my initiation porking, but boy was I wrong.

Sex was non-existent in my life. Being such a sexual person and not getting any was absolute torture. I had many thoughts throughout the past two days about releasing the pent up aches that hung out between my legs, but I refused to touch myself, not because I had high morals, ha, but because I felt like Jett would know and then I would be thrown to the streets, which was not an option.

I didn’t see Kace for the rest of the day, thankfully, because I knew from the hate that was pouring through his eyes in the gym that a good separation between us was needed. He did send me a text though that said no workout tomorrow because we had a big presentation for at least ten men, so we needed our rest. It would be my first presentation and, even though I hadn’t been here very long, I was ready.

Tootse brought over my costume for tomorrow night and I was amazed at the sexy piece of lingerie she was able to create. The costume was a green bustier with black accents and black lace cheeky panties. It was adorable and sexy at the same time. We had short black wigs to wear with them, thick rimmed glasses and black thigh-high boots. We almost looked like super heroes. The girls had a pole dance routine they had to do while I served all the men their drinks, Francy’s job normally.

Drawing myself a bath, I took my clothes off, grabbed my phone and entered the warm tub for a late-night cool down. The jets were streaming and beating against my tired legs and back. It was the most glorious feeling, to feel pampered and taken care of. I knew I hadn’t met the man who had given me everything, but from a distance, I felt him protecting me and taking care of me and it was a feeling I hadn’t felt for a very long time. It felt good to just relax and not worry about how I was going to pay the bills.

I rested my head against the cushion that was propped up against the back of the tub and was about to rest my eyes when a text came through my phone.

I grabbed my phone and read the message.

Rex: Hey kitten. I just stopped by your place, but you weren’t home. I didn’t think you worked tonight. 

Fuck. I completely forgot about Rex coming over. I was so wrapped up in my new surroundings and avoiding the evil glare of Kace that I forgot I had a fuck date with Rex.

Goldie: Hey, sorry about that. I don’t live there anymore.

Rex: What do you mean? Where do you live now?

What the hell was I supposed to say? I wasn’t allowed to talk about where I was or who I was trying to become because that was completely against all the rules Jett set up. He wanted to protect us and telling someone like Rex where I lived was a big red flag.

Goldie: I can’t really say, but I am safe and doing well. 

Rex: When can I see you?

Goldie: You can’t.

The bath that was supposed to be relaxing was not doing the trick because of the conversation I was having with Rex. If I were honest, I missed Rex. He was hot, sexy, and knew how to pound me the right way. I missed his strong hands roaming my body and I missed the way he quietly whispered in my ear while he was buried deep inside of me. But I couldn’t think like that, I had a new life…a new man, even if I had yet to meet him.

Rex: What do you mean I can’t? Have you found someone else, kitten?

Goldie: I can’t really answer any questions, Rex. I’m sorry.

Rex: Are you in trouble? I just don’t understand. I wanted to tell you something tonight. Can I call you?

Panic surged through my body. No, he could not call me.

Goldie: That’s not a good idea. I have to go, Rex.

Rex: I don’t understand. Goldie, I left my wife, I was coming for you tonight. I want to be with you. I want you to move in with me. Where are you? I want to come and get you.

I buried my head under the water for a couple of seconds as I tried to take in what Rex just said. I thought, what if he was a week earlier or I had waited a little longer? I wouldn’t be in this contract with Jett and I could be living with a man who I liked, a lot. Who soothed me in every way possible in the bedroom and could take care of me.

Fuck.

Goldie: Damn it Rex. I can’t do this. I’m so sorry. 

Rex: I miss you, Goldie. Please come back.

Goldie: I’m sorry Rex, I can’t.

A tear slid down my face as I texted Rex. I missed him too. How stupid was that? I missed a married man who used to pay me for sex. I had some serious issues.

Rex: I’m going to find you, kitten, and then I am going to make sure you never get past me again. You’re mine, kitten. 

I didn’t text him back because I didn’t think it was right. How I longed to hear him tell me that a couple of days ago, for him to swoop in on his white horse and whisk me away, but life was different now. I had an obligation to another man that I had never met and, for some odd reason, I felt a strong loyalty to him.

I looked down at my phone and made a decision right then and there, I blocked Rex’s phone number. He would only screw up what I had going for me and who knew how long Rex would put up with me? Yes, his offer sounded amazing now, but what happened when he got bored of me three months later? I would find my ass on the streets with nothing going for me.

I was making the right decision. I was becoming a Jett Girl and that was what I needed to focus on…Not the what ifs and what could have beens. I was moving forward with my life, not backwards.

Chapter Fifteen

“Hell On Heels”

Goldie/Lo

I sat in my robe, on my bed, staring at the outfit I had to put on. I was currently so nervous that I felt like shitting my pants. I had a lot of confidence rolling into practice earlier, but now that I actually had to put my costume on and perform for the high society men, I was excreting sweat from every orifice of my body.

Babs helped me with my makeup, which I didn’t quite understand, since we wore masks, but once she outlined my eyes with thick black eye liner, I understood her motive. My eyes looked deadly, full of sin and ready to seduce.

All I had to do tonight was walk out on stage with the girls and then walk down the side steps and start serving drinks. The drink list was already laid out for me, so I didn’t actually have to talk to the men. I just had to look at the list that matched up with each seat, make their drinks and be sure that they never had to ask for a refill. I could to that…simple.

If it was that simple, then why was I sweating like a beast?

I shook my arms out and blew out a long breath.

“I can do this,” I said to myself, as I started to undo my robe.

There was a knock on the door just as I was about to put my robe on the bed, so I quickly put it back on and went to open my door.

Standing in the doorway was a big bouquet of yellow and orange ranunculus. Each flower was a deep orange in the center and faded out to a bright yellow on the edges. They were gorgeous.

The flowers were pushed into my arms as a man huffed behind them.

“These are for you. Don’t be late.”

Kace. Typical.

I put the flowers on one my nightstand next to my bed and admired the beautiful flowers that filled my room with cheerfulness.

I pulled out the card that was attached and read the note that was hand-written in a man’s chicken scratch.

Lo

These ranunculus reminded me of you because of their coloring. Bright and cheery on the outside, but dark and complex on the inside. 

Tonight is the beginning of a fresh new start for you. Just relax and you will do amazing. You are here for a reason and it’s because I believe you are the perfect fit for becoming a Jett Girl. 

Give those men something to talk about tonight. I will be watching. 

-Jett

I let out a long sigh as I re-read the card…three times. God, I was acting like such a teenager, but I couldn’t get over the fact that a man I never met, but believed in me, sent me the most gorgeous display of flowers, but not just any kind of flowers, flowers that reminded him of me.

I didn’t even know the man and he was winning me over. How was that even possible? Maybe because of the fact that he was so elusive, I was drawn to his mystery. Still, he could be a total dog face boy and I would have no clue. But am I that narrow minded that he would have to be attractive in order for me to like him? I thought about that for a second and then came to the conclusion, he could be dog face boy, but he better have a rod for a dick.

Setting the card on the same table as the flowers, I looked at the bouquet one last time and then put on my outfit, which fit like a glove and felt unbelievable on my body. All the lingerie that was provided for me felt unbelievable. I was spoiled for sure.

Looking in the mirror, I fastened my wig, took a step back and looked at my entire outfit.

“Holy shit, I look hot!”

“Yeah, you do!” Babs said, as she came through my door. She had the exact same outfit on and almost looked just like me, but was about six inches taller; all the girls were.

“Tootse really knows what she’s doing with these outfits. I mean, fuck, I want to jump the both of us. Look at my tits,” I said, while showing them off.

“I know. You do have the best tits out of all of us.”

“What about Pepper?”

“Pepper’s are fake,” Babs said quietly with a smile.

“Huh, I wouldn’t have thought that was allowed.”

Babs laughed and said, “She didn’t get implants or anything, just a lift.”

“But she’s so young.”

“Didn’t matter, she had sag bags and wanted to take care of them. She does look much better now, she doesn’t need to roll them up anymore.”

I laughed, but then felt a little bad about talking about Pepper behind her back. Babs must have sensed my uneasiness because she reassured me by grabbing me by the arm and saying, “Don’t worry, we all pick on each other. It’s all in good fun. When you’re practically naked with each other every night, you’re bound to get really close and know everything about each other. You’ll see.”

Babs walked me downstairs, through the back so we weren’t spotted by any early-arriving members. This was it, my first presentation as a practicing Jett Girl. I just prayed to whoever wanted to listen to me that I didn’t fall flat on my face at any point in time during the night.

***

Music surrounded the room as I waited behind the main curtain with the girls. I knew I wasn’t showing like the other girls, but I still had to present myself and that was scary on its own. I always said I wanted to be on the stage, but now that I was there, I was scared shitless.

“Let’s go girls,” Pepper said, as the curtains parted and she led the line out to the stage.

We looked like a gang of dominatrices and we strutted like them too, with big steps and our chests puffed out. The lights that beamed down on the stage blocked out all of the faces of the men that were sitting around the stage, making my first showing less intimidating.

We walked to the end of the stage, called out our Jett Girl name when we hit the end and then walked to the back where the poles were. We were supposed to do something when we called out our Jett Girl name so I dropped my ass to the ground and slowly lifted it back up and used the most seductive voice I had. I wasn’t going to lie, I was feeling sexy as hell.

Once we all sounded off, I headed toward the bar while the girls got in their positions for the presentation. Kace helped the men get their drinks when they first arrived, but now it was my turn. There was an iPad at the bar that had all the men listed by chair and what they were drinking. It was an easy system to work with because if the men wanted a change, they just sent their order through the iPads they had in front of them and it was sent directly to me.

My first task when I got behind the bar was to pass out individual hors d'oeuvres that were set up by the chef. I took a look at the place settings, grabbed the first tray and started serving.

I took in the scene in front of me as I approached the stage where the men sat around and I realized why high society businessmen loved coming here. They got an amazing show, amazing food, good service, and it was completely private. We had a privacy clause so they were completely protected and could do whatever they wanted, aka get a private lap dance and then go jerk off in a booth after. Freaks.

I brought the first tray over to the men as they watched the girls perform on the poles. They were all so good; it was hard to take your eyes off of them.

In the back of my mind, I thought about how Jett said he would be watching me, it was reassuring, but also…a little fucking creepy. As I delivered the rest of the trays of food, I found myself swaying my hips a little more than usual and making my everyday moves more sexual by pushing out my breasts and bending in a way that showed off my ass while I put down the trays, just to put on my own show.

I saw the men check me out, watched their eyes wander to my chest and saw their hands itch to grope me, but they never did. It was refreshing and also intoxicating to have such a sexual power over men and they couldn’t do anything about it.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with the girls, up on the poles driving the men completely crazy. I smiled to myself as I went back and started filling drinks for those who needed refills shortly. Francy always said to have some glasses lined up so they were ready when the men needed a refill.

As I watched behind the bar, I saw Kace in the back by the doors with his arms crossed and glaring at me, as if I had done something wrong. I quickly took inventory of all the members to see if they needed anything, but they were all good to go. Then I made sure my wig was in place because that would be just me, with a wig hanging half on my head half off and I wouldn’t notice, but everything was good. So why was he staring at me?

Each girl was doing their own solo dance now on a pole that came up from center stage and attached to the ceiling for stability. I wanted to see the inner workings of the Toulouse Room at some point because it amazed me how many different technologies and surprises kept popping up. I quickly ran to the back where Babs, Pepper and Tootse were while they waited for their turn.

“You girls need anything?” I asked.

“I think we’re good. How are you doing out there?” Pepper asked.

“Good but Kace is staring at me like I ripped his dick off and stirred the drinks with it.”

“He does that,” Babs said. “He wants to make sure you can handle the pressure.”

“He’s a dick,” I said, as I started walking back to the bar. “I’ll catch you girls later, knock them dead.”

I walked back to the bar while eyeing the men’s drinks and noticed a couple of them needed refills. I looked at their orders and the drinks I had lined up and put them on my tray accordingly. I grabbed the tray and started toward the stage again. Francy was doing an upside down slide down the pole that even turned me on and captured my attention. I handed out the refills, took the empty glasses and walked back to the bar.

Noticing that the food trays were now empty, I went back to the stage and started gathering them. As I reached down to grab an empty tray between two men, there was a warm splash of liquid squirted all over my face and chest.

I didn’t even know what hit me until a man started coughing and spitting up whatever was now in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, what is this?” the man asked as he tossed his drink at me.

Completely shocked at the man’s actions, I just stood there, completely immobile. Francy continued to perform because one of the first rules of presentations was, no matter what happened, the girls were always supposed to perform.

Another guy tossed his drink toward me and said, “Fuck, I think I got your piss poor Scotch, George.”

The man who originally spit all over me, looked at me with complete and utter disdain in his eyes. “You dumb whore, is it really that hard to get drinks correct?” he yelled over the stage and said, “Kace, I would like this girl removed for tonight. She has ruined my time tonight and I pay a lot of money to relax.”

Kace walked over, grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to the back of the curtain as I tried to comprehend what the hell just happened.

I was shoved into a chair by Kace as he said, “Don’t move.”

Warm amber liquid dripped down my face and chest as I watched Kace walk away. “Wait, who is going to take care of the drinks?”

“You sure as hell aren’t,” Kace said, before he went back out to the main room.

Fuck.

How the hell could I have screwed that up? I had everything lined up. I knew I was slightly distracted for a second while I talked to the girls and watched Francy, but I never screwed up drink orders, ever.

The other girls joined Francy out on stage and were getting ready for lap dances, so I sat in the back, alone and sticky, trying to figure out where I went wrong. Then it hit me, Jett saw everything. Instant mortification ran through my body as I thought about what he must think of me. I put my head in my hands and tried to slow down my breathing that was now escalated.

I couldn’t believe my first presentation ever turned out to be a humiliating showing and I was dragged out of the room in a matter of seconds. Would I ever be invited back? They knew my Jett Girl name. Was this it for me?

After a while, Kace came storming through the curtains and looked down at me.

“Babs and Tootse are both giving free lap dances because of your fuck up. You owe them.”

“I don’t know what happened…”

“You weren’t focused; that’s what happened. I told you this was serious shit. These men are powerful and they will tear you apart if they don’t like what they see.”

The music died down as the girls started trickling to the back. Depending on the night, presentations could be as short as half an hour, due to a private meeting the men needed to have, or a couple of hours. We did our job and left for the night, no philandering, no mingling. Apparently, we were done for the night, now that the girls were in the back with Kace and me.

“Good job, girls,” Kace said as he looked at all of them. “Babs, Tootse, sorry about the free dances.”

They shrugged their shoulders as Babs looked at me and asked, “Are you okay, Lo? Those men were completely out of line.”

“No they weren’t,” Kace cut her off.

I felt a tear fall down my face and forgot I didn’t have my mask on anymore, so everyone could see it. Babs got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around me.

“It’s okay, Lo. We all have messed up at one time or another. I have fallen on my ass while doing a pole dance. Pepper fell off the stage once.” I looked over at Pepper as she nodded her head. “Francy, I believe, passed wind while giving a guy a lap dance once.”

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t get tipped that night. I thanked the tacos I had for dinner that night for that pleasant mishap.”

A snort escaped my mouth as I thought about beautiful Francy blowing a warm one on a man while trying to be all sexy.

“And before we had no-slip grip on the stage, I was known for sliding down the stage on my heels,” Tootse added.

“See, it’s okay,” Babs added.

“Enough with the after school special,” Kace interrupted, but was stopped by a text message alert. He pulled out his phone and quickly looked at it then looked at me. “Babs, Bourbon Room.”

My heart felt like it got pushed down into the ground at the thought of Babs being able to please Jett so much tonight that he wanted her up in the Bourbon Room and he probably wanted nothing to do with me.

Babs started to move when Kace stopped her. “Hold on, Jett wants me to meet with him first about tonight. I’ll text you when to come up, Babs.” Kace eyed me and said, “You’re dismissed.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if Kace meant I was dismissed for the night or for the rest of my time here.

I pulled off my heels, grabbed my mask and headed back to my bedroom. As I got to my bedroom, the overwhelming aroma from the flowers that were delivered earlier filled my room, but I refused to look at them. I didn’t deserve them. I was a complete failure. I failed someone who believed in me to represent his name and his club and I completely failed him.

I turned on the bath, tore my clothes off, and soaked my sorrows away. If this was my last night in this beautiful house, I was going to enjoy it.