by Meghan Quinn
What I really wanted to do was throw my head back and enjoy the feeling of a gorgeous woman sucking my dick off, but I was never selfish when it came to sex. I always made sure my women were pleased, even if that meant I had to sacrifice my pleasure for them.
Wanting to reward her for her masterful work, I lowered my head and licked the outer edges of her pussy. She gasped as my cock was down her throat, which sent a thrilling sensation through my veins. She pulled her head off my cock and took a deep breath.
My tongue gently licked her folds, but never really delved too far in. She squirmed in her restraints, trying to press her pelvis into my tongue.
“Pepper, need I remind you what your task is right now?”
“I’m sorry, but please, Jett.”
I pulled away and looked at her. “Who’s in control here, Pepper?”
“You are…” she responded breathlessly.
“And what have I taught you about patience?”
“That it will come with a big reward.”
“Exactly, so be a good girl and suck my cock until I tell you to stop. You hear me?”
She nodded her head and opened her mouth. I slipped myself back in her and let her do her work, work that was driving me insane. Noting the time, I knew I needed to hurry up because I knew the blood would soon be rushing to her head, making her dizzy.
I let her play with me a little bit more by licking the underside of my cock, licking my balls and sucking my cock deep in her throat. She really was magnificent when it came to giving head. I thought about having her teach the other girls, but decided differently; I never wanted to compare the girls against each other. They were all special in their own way and Pepper was the sucking specialist.
Enough time had passed that I was way too damn close to exploding in her mouth, so I decided to move on. I knew a couple flicks of my tongue would have Pepper flying over the edge and I was just about ready as well, so I lowered my head, spread her lips and fully licked her. My tongue rubbed against her bundle of nerves, making her stiffen her mouth around my cock. The feeling of her closing around me had me pounding my hips into her face.
She moaned out loud, which sent vibrations through my cock, making me harder than I thought was imaginable. I was going to fly off the fucking edge as I continued to blow right through her mouth.
After a few flicks with my tongue, I felt her go completely wet with pleasure and stiff has her pelvis yearned for a couple more swipes. She flew over the edge and gripped my cock with her lips like a damn vise, making me explode in her mouth and down her throat.
We both ran our orgasms out and when we finally were able to release all the tension that built up in our bodies, I flipped the lever so Pepper was right side up again. I untied her and pulled her into my arms. I brought her over to one of the many benches that lined the wall of the room and wrapped a robe around her. I stood in front of her as she looked up at me with her deep blue eyes.
“You pleased me very much tonight, Pepper. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Jett.”
Just what I liked, a willing submissive. I smiled at her and left the room. It was time to get some sleep.
Chapter Eleven
“Hit It”
Goldie
The warm morning sun beamed down on my body as I slowly woke up from one of the best night’s rests of my life. I really didn’t know a bed could make that much of a difference in a good night’s sleep, but damn was I wrong. The bed was so damn comfortable that I didn’t even want to move.
The smell of rich coffee floated through my room, making me sit up to see where the smell was coming from. My hair was strewn across my face as I looked through the room. I pushed it to the side and was startled when I saw Kace sitting in a chair next to a wheeled-in cart of food.
When I looked him in the eyes, they were burning with…desire?
That was when I remembered I like to sleep naked. I knew I should cover up as quickly as possible, but I couldn’t help but flaunt my body when a man was staring at me with such heat lacing his eyes.
“Good morning,” I said, while giving him a sleepy smile.
“Are you going to cover yourself up?”
“Why would I do that when you are clearly enjoying the show?”
Kace looked down at his coffee and cleared his throat. “Put something on, Goldie.”
God, he was such a grouch.
I threw my robe on, well the robe that was given to me, and sauntered over to the cart where there was another chair for me waiting to be sat in. I crossed my leg just to show off an expanse of skin to drive the man crazy. Ever since I met him, he grated my nerves and if I could torture him a little, I would.
He glanced down at my leg before looking back up.
“I thought you got laid last night,” I said, while grabbing a croissant and shoving it down my face. The buttery, flaky pastry melted in my mouth, making me moan from the delight. I grabbed another and started chewing on it, in a more ladylike manner this time.
“I did,” Kace said, as he watched me inhale the French bread.
“Then why are you so grumpy?”
“I’m not.”
I paused before I shoved another piece of croissant in my mouth. “So, you’re telling me this is how you act all the time? Damn, I wouldn’t want to piss you off.”
“Glad you realized that. Now let’s get down to business.”
Kace pulled out a folder from behind him and placed it on the cart. I licked my fingers clean, took a big gulp of the smoothest coffee that ever hit my tongue and grabbed the folder. I crossed my legs Indian style, making sure to push my robe in front of my Britney and opened the folder.
“That is your contract. Read it carefully and sign the bottom.”
“Ugh, that’s too much reading. Can’t you just explain everything to me?”
Kace rolled his eyes and cleared the cart so we could both look at the contract together. He scooted his chair closer to mine and I got a good whiff of his cologne. I was pretty sure my lady folds just screamed in excitement from the scent radiating off of the moody man.
Damn him.
“Alright, we already discussed the attire and restrictions about having to wear masks around the house. If you leave the house, you are to be fully clothed and you need to leave through the back, never the front. I will show you the back entrance later.”
“Oh, will you?” I asked, while wiggling my eyebrows.
Kace ignored my innuendo and continued. “Every first Monday of the month all the Jett Girls go for their monthly cleaning.”
“As in the dentist? I thought it was every six months. Is this Jett guy some sort of clean teeth freak?”
Kace ran his fingers over his eyebrows and then looked at me. “Can you keep the snarky comments to yourself? Otherwise it’s going to take us for fucking ever to get through this thing.”
“You’re going to have to give me the number of that redhead because, clearly, she didn’t fuck you good enough.”
Once again, Kace ignored me and continued. I found it rather enjoyable to see how far I could push him.
“A Jett Girl cleaning is when you go to get tested, waxed from head to toe, hair and nails done and refill your birth control. Although, at first you will have to get waxed more often, but we will put you on a schedule.”
I held up my hand, “Wait, tested? Birth Control?”
“We want to make sure that you don’t have any STD’s and getting pregnant is not an option.”
“I understand that, but every month?”
“It’s non-negotiable.”
“Fine, but you can tell Jett I’m on my own birth control.”
“Not anymore. You will be on the same birth control as the other girls, where you don’t get your period for three months.”
“Well, isn’t that nice,” I said sarcastically.
Kace flipped the page. “Like I said before, at the café, no other man is allowed to touch you, ever. This is for your protection an
d for Jett. He doesn’t like to share.”
“But we all have to share him?” I asked with a quizzical eyebrow.
“Yes,” Kace said matter-of-factly, as if the whole set up wasn’t weird at all. “The club members are allowed to look at you all they want, but never touch. They are allowed to request a lap dance, but their hands are tied or pushed to the side for your protection. Any lap dance you get, you get paid for and the money is put into your personal account. Any show or night you work, you get all the money that is earned, split amongst the girls. Jett doesn’t take any cut. You are the ones working; you are the ones earning the money.”
“Okay….” I drawled out. “So how does Jett make any money? How does he afford all of this?” I asked while waving my arms about the room.
A smirk crossed Kace’s, face but quickly vanished. “He doesn’t need the money, Goldie; he owns half of New Orleans. The club is for the girls, to get you off the streets and on the track to a new start.”
“Interesting.”
Okay, so even though this Jett guy seemed like a total control freak, he was actually kind of a good guy in a weird kind of way. No matter what I thought about him, I would be giving him whatever he wanted because, after two of the most delicious croissants my tongue has ever tasted and a night of pure blissful sleep, I was ready to sign away my life so I never returned to the old me.
“Do you have any tattoos?”
“No,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Good, we like to keep any telltale signs of who you are hidden.”
“Hence the mask and wigs.”
He ignored my comment.
“If you want to leave the house, you must clear it through me first. The Jett Girl schedule is hectic a lot of the time, so spontaneous trips out of the house are not welcomed. You have workout sessions in the morning, trainings and choreography throughout the day and presentations at night.”
“Is that what you call them? Presentations?”
“Yes, you are presenting your body for the club members and that is it. Jett also watches, but you will never see him, which brings me to my next point.”
“Alright…”
“If you please Jett that night with your presentation, he will call you up to the Bourbon Room.”
“The Bourbon Room? What the hell is that, do we go get drunk there?”
“No, all the rooms in the house are named after streets in the French Quarter. Jett was born and raised in New Orleans and loves to represent his hometown in any way possible, hence the masks, the purple touches, the décor and then of course the room names.”
“What does purple have to do with anything?”
Kace ran his hand through his hair. “I thought you were from here? Jesus, purple is one of the Mardi Gras colors. It means justice.”
“What does justice have to do with anything?”
“Can we stick to the contract, please?” Kace asked, while looking to my side. I realized my robe had fallen, showing off a good amount of my shoulder. I fixed my robe and he continued.
“The Bourbon Room is where Jett pleases his girls.”
“Also known as fucks their brains out?”
Kace shrugged. “Honestly, I have no clue. I’ve never been in there and one of the number one rules about the Bourbon Room is whatever happens in there, never leaves the walls. You are not to talk about your experience in the Bourbon Room with the other Jett Girls because Jett doesn’t want to create jealousy amongst the girls. The relationship he has with each girl is different.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Fair enough.”
“I will tell you this, Jett will never touch you unless you give him consent. If he calls you up and you are not ready or not in the mood, you wait for him and tell him ‘I’m not ready to submit tonight.’”
“Just like that? And he won’t touch me.”
“Yes, he is a man of his word. He believes in consensual sex and nothing else. Also, if he does call you up, there will always be directions on a card waiting for you. The card will tell you exactly what to do and how to prepare for him.”
“Sooo, if I’m catching your drift here, he has a kinky side.”
“Yes.”
I nodded my head. “Good to know. I do enjoy a good spanking.”
Kace smirked again and turned back to the pages. “As discussed before, you are to get an education while you are here. We have tutors come in to teach the girls and help them earn a degree that will carry them through life after they are no longer a Jett Girl. These tutors will show up in between presentations and workouts. Some of the girls also take online courses. Education won’t be available until you are an official Jett Girl, but it is something to think about while you are in training. Once you’re ready…meaning you have finished your degree or accomplished your goals and Jett thinks you’re ready, then you are able to leave and move on. You will leave with a plentiful bank account that will help you through any endeavor you please and Jett will always be there in case you need help. The only time he will turn away from you is if he senses you are using him. He doesn’t take kindly to manipulators and users.”
“I think I can handle that. Anything else?” I asked, while eyeing another croissant, but I knew it would not look good on my part if Kace was talking about working out and I was shoving my face full of buttery croissants.
“You are on probation right now. You will learn all the choreography, but until you are flawless, you will be serving drinks to all the club members. As a server, the members know you are not allowed to give lap dances, so don’t try to entice them. Lap dances are taken very seriously in the club because it is the one connection the members have with the girls. Until you know the fine art of a lap dance and how to get a man to come in his pants just from you straddling him, you are not permitted to give any. Got it?” Kace said with a rough voice.
“Yeah, Jesus. You don’t have to get all crazy on me. No lap dances until you think I’m ready. Although, I can tell you right now, I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to teach me anything I don’t already know.”
“We’ll see about that. You have a lot to learn.”
“Funny, because I worked in a strip club for nine years.”
“As a waitress. You haven’t performed; it’s completely different.”
I looked Kace up and down and felt a pang of hurt run through my body. He was very negative when it came to my abilities and frankly, I didn’t like it. I loved sex, I ached for sex and I thrived in moments where I could turn a powerful man into a puddle just from my body. I knew my thoughts went against every feminist in the world but, to me, there was something so powerful about being able to use my body to control a man; it was enthralling.
“Whatever. Is that it?”
“For now, yes.”
“Great. Where do I sign?”
“There is also a privacy clause. You are not to speak about what happens in the club or who you see at any point in time. If you break this clause, then you are subject to a lawsuit and we both know you can’t afford that.”
I sarcastically smirked at him as he looked all high and mighty.
“So, you’re okay with everything? Even not being able to be with any other men?”
I looked Kace in the eyes and said, “I know you think of me as some cheap whore Jett found on Bourbon Street, but I do have some morals and, if I sign a contract that says no other men and keeping my mouth shut, then I honor that.”
Kace just looked at me and handed me a pen, not taking his eyes off of mine. I didn’t get this guy at all. There were times where I swore he wanted to eat me alive with his eyes, but there were other times where he acted like he was too good to even be in the same room as me. He was a puzzle that I was a little interested in solving.
I took the pen and signed my pussy away to Jett. I just prayed as I signed that he had a giant cock and was an animal in bed because after being used to getting fucked raw by Rex Titan, there were going to be big shoes to fill.
Kace grabbed the
papers, put them back in the folder and then got up from his chair.
“You are under my watch now. I am the manager of the Jett Girls, so if I tell you to be somewhere, make sure your ass is on time. You got it?”
“That will be pleasant,” I said sarcastically.
Kace reached into his pocket and handed me a brand new iPhone. “This your new phone, your schedule is automatically updated in it. I took the liberty of transferring all your contacts, pictures and apps to your new phone, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
I grabbed the phone hastily as I stood up. “That is an invasion of privacy!”
“I didn’t look at anything, so relax.” Kace looked through the folder one last time and then swore. “Shit, I almost forgot. Every girl in the house has a Jett Girl name that they go by once they sign the contract. This is to fully protect you. Jett assigns the name for each girl. Your Jett Girl name is Lo.”
“Lo?” I asked, almost disgusted. “He couldn’t think of anything better?”
“He has his reasons. Get your ass in the shower and meet me in the main entryway for your tour in thirty minutes. Don’t forget your mask and attire.”
“I know!” I said, like a petulant child.
Kace was about to exit the door when he turned in the doorway and looked at me. “Oh and by the way, Lo, you have zero privacy here.”
With that, Kace walked out the room, leaving me to think, what did I just get myself into?
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.
