by Meghan Quinn
Being a Jett Girl
Book Two of the Bourbon Series
Meghan Quinn
Published by Meghan Quinn
Copyright 2014.
Cover by Meghan Quinn
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Chapter One
“Bang Bang”
Lo
“Uhhhhh, yeaaaaaa. Hmmmm, uh, uh. Heeeee.”
There are three different types of men that show up at the Lafayette Club for a good lap dance. There are the men who try to act like your scantily-clad ass dancing across their bean pole is not affecting them even though they are biting their lip while staring at your tits and sweating like a heavyset man in a sauna. Then, there are the men who are so ashamed of asking for a lap dance they don’t look at you, don’t acknowledge you and don’t even breathe until you’re done, but their southern friend reaps all the reward as he stands to attention, taking in every last pelvic thrust. And lastly, there are the heavy breathers who communicate to the lap dancer by hissing through their teeth, humming from their throats and gurgling on the foam that has collected in their mouths. Fucking nasty ass men.
I had a heavy breather at the moment.
When I sounded off at the beginning of our presentation for the local Rotary Club, yes, the Rotary Club–do gooders my right tit–I knew right then and there, the man who eye-fucked me as I dropped my ass was going to ask for a lap dance.
We were all wearing gold one-piece bathing suits, blond wigs, gold masks with feathers and a gallon of glitter lotion. My cleavage was so glittery, I was afraid a gaggle of unicorns were going to start sprouting from my nips. Now that would be a show! Torpedo Tits and her Unicorn Breeding Glitter Cleavage. I would pay to see that shit.
“Oh boy, oh boy….heeee, haaa, heee….uhuhuhuhuh.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head as the jowls of his face shook.
What.The.Fuck?
The man stiffened under me as my hands were on his knees and my ass was in his crotch. I couldn’t see too well but I was pretty sure he just blew his load, all over my lotion bedazzled ass. I looked over at Babs and Tootse who were giving lap dances as well and gave them the thumbs-up. The music died down and our job was done.
Slowly, I got up off the man’s lap, trying not to show how repulsed I was as I turned to smile at the heavy breather. When I glanced down at his crotch, I saw a giant wet spot at the tip of his crotch. Minor panic rolled through me as I tried to recall if he just blew a giant load or if I peed on him. I was so caught up in what I was doing that I couldn’t remember if I let loose. I did have to pee…
Fuck!
Casually, as I smiled at the man, I ran my hands down my body to give him one last show but really was checking myself. I ran my hand to the front of my body, cupped my Little Lady P and casually checked for drainage. I was clean! Victory, the man was just backed up in the old orgasm department and blew it right there and then. That was when I looked up at him and his eyes were sedated as well as his tongue that was practically hanging out of his mouth.
Eck, gross.
Time to bail.
I squeezed my tits together for him, to give him one last show, patted his knee and went to the back where the other girls were waiting for me.
Francy was still out in the Toulouse Room serving while Pepper sat in the back with Kace, discussing tomorrow night’s presentation.
It’s been a week since Jett officially made me a Jett Girl and I know it might sound weird, but I couldn’t be prouder with myself. I’ve nailed every single routine since I’ve been here, with the exception of my first night when some members decided to partake in some alcohol abuse and drench me with their wrong drinks. But we won’t go there.
Settling into my new role was pretty easy actually. Now that I was an official Jett Girl, I was able to start looking through what kind of educational classes I wanted to take, I had the chance to help the girls with theming out presentations and Pepper even let me add some moves to her choreographed pieces. I really felt like I belonged, plus, I was fucked by Jett almost every single night.
Currently, I hadn’t had sex in three days because Jett has been out of town on business but he was supposed to be returning tonight, or so I thought. I was dying to see him. He still kept his distance, was very closed off but there were moments, when we were in the Bourbon Room together, where he would twirl my hair in his finger ever so lightly or press his palm against my cheek as he stared into my eyes and I knew that was him communicating to me about how he felt.
My relationship with Jett was an odd one, but after he confessed to me that he needed me, there was no way I would be able to leave him because I needed him too. I needed him, I needed the Lafayette Club and the girls and strangely, I needed the brooding Kace as well. I’ve finally found my home.
I walked through the curtains and ran straight into a tall, muscular wall. I looked up to see Kace looking down at me, with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.
“If you’re trying to be a door, you’re failing terribly.”
“Cut the crap, what was that out there?” Kace asked, always straight to the point.
“What was what?” I asked as I took off my mask, needing to breathe. The feathers were itching my face all night.
“The little private dance you gave that man afterwards. Don’t play dumb with me.”
Hmmm…how did I put this eloquently?
“I thought I pissed myself.” Not so eloquent but by the look on Kace’s face, I did my job.
“You what?”
“When I got off the hisser back there, I saw a giant wet spot and I was nervous I pissed myself. Have you seen the crotch coverage on these bathing suits?” I asked while I squatted and tried to show Kace my crotch as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I would have been humiliated so I just kind of wandered my hands down to my—”
“Enough,” he said as he turned and walked away.
I looked over at Pepper, Babs and Tootse who all had giant smiles on their faces but quickly removed them when Kace started talking to them.
“Did anyone else think they pissed themselves?”
All three shook their heads no.
Kace turned back to me and said, “Never thought I would have to baby you this much but make sure you go to the bathroom before a presentation, Lo. We don’t need you peeing all over our members.” He ran his hands over his face and mumbled, “Jesus.”
“I didn’t pee myself,” I said in defense, wanting to make that clear.
“Well, thank God for that,” Kace said sarcastically.
“The guy just blew his load,” I clarified, making Kace cringe and put up his hands.
“I really don’t want to hear about it. You made your money, let’s keep it at that.”
“You’re the one who asked,” I reminded him.
“She’s right, Kace,” Pepper said as she removed her mask as well.
“We should actually be praising her for doing such a good job,” Babs added as she started pouring shots from a bottle of whip cream vodka.
Mmm, I could use some of that.
Not acknowledging the girls, Kace said, “I have a fuck date. Don’t be late for the workout to
morrow.” With that he started walking away but I chased after him. His phone never chimed with a text and I was curious if Jett was home.
“Kace, wait.”
He stopped in the hallway but didn’t turn around. His back was tense as I approached him and I chalked it up to him being irritated with me but when I turned him around and looked him in the eyes, I saw pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, now concerned about him and not caring if Jett was home or not.
“Nothing,” he said as he started to walk away.
“Yes, something is wrong. Why won’t you talk to me?”
Kace stood inches from my face and said, “What have I told you? We’re not friends, Goldie.”
So, this has been Kace’s motto ever since I became an official Jett Girl. I’m not stupid, I know the man finds me attractive, I’ve seen the way he looks at me but this total avoidance thing unless he has to speak to me is starting to get on my nerves.
“Who said I want to be your friend,” I said defiantly. I mean, I kind of want to be his friend. He seems cool, when he’s not mad as hell or yelling at me. Plus, don’t friends have the privilege of seeing each other naked? I mean, I see the other Jett Girls naked and we’re friends. I think we should all just be naked friends, maybe Kace would be less tense.
Kace guffawed as he said, “Please, don’t fuck around with me. What do you want?”
The man was a dick.
Not wanting to play around anymore, I asked, “Is Jett home?”
A small smirk crossed his face making me want to smack him right across the jaw. The man knew my weakness and I hated it.
“Yeah, he’s home.”
“He is?” I asked a little too eagerly. “Any, umm…text messages?” I swallowed hard.
That damn smirk still graced Kace’s amazingly handsome face as he pulled out his phone and flashed me the screen. It was blank.
I felt deflated. It’s been three days and Jett was home, didn’t he want to see me? I knew I wasn’t supposed to let my heart get involved but who was I kidding, the minute Jett first touched me my heart took off. It was hard not to feel when it came to Jett.
“Must be busy with someone else,” Kace said, nailing the dagger in my heart even further.
I nodded, not letting Kace see the deflation in my body from the news and turned around.
“Have a good fuck,” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to the girls.
“For what it’s worth, he’s an idiot,” Kace said quietly.
Before I could turn and say anything in return, he was gone. He was such a confusing man.
Once I got back to where the girls were, Babs handed me a shot glass full of the whip cream delight. I threw the drink back and held out my glass for round two. Babs obliged. I took three more shots like that, not even speaking as the girls took them with me.
I was four shots in, in the matter of a minute and ready to go up to my room.
“I’m out, girls. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t let him get to you,” Pepper said as she took another shot, alone. She’d been drinking a lot more lately and it was a little concerning but I wasn’t about to say anything, it wasn’t quite my place.
“I don’t let Kace get to me. I know he’s bound to be an asshole at least twice a day.”
“Not Kace,” Pepper said. “I mean Jett.”
Talking about Jett with the other girls was a little awkward because I was the only one Jett called up to the Bourbon Room now. Everyone told me they didn’t care and it didn’t matter to them but it was still weird.
“Umm, okay,” I replied, wanting to drop it. “Thanks for the drinks. I’m off to bed. Have a good night, girls.”
They waved to me as I took off toward the back staircase, avoiding all members. As I walked up the curved staircase to my room, I started taking off my heels and wig. I enjoyed dressing up but sometimes, it felt too much. I released my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. It felt good to free everything. We’ve had a presentation every night since I became official and I was ready for a night off where I didn’t have to slap on a layer of makeup and a miniscule article of clothing.
Walking down the narrow hallway where my room was located, I thought about how Jett was home but didn’t want to see me. It stung but I tried to convince myself that he must have been tired. I had no clue where he went on business, for all I knew he could have been in a foreign country and he was tired as hell. If I got back from a long trip, I would want to sleep too. Well, unless Jett came knocking at my door, I would peel my eyelids open for that man, that was how good he was.
Damn.
I walked in my room and tossed my heels, wig and mask to the side. I would pick them up later. I was not in the mood to organize.
I looked over at my bed and sighed as I thought about what a great night sleep I was going to get, even if I was a little horny.
I started to walk to my bedroom when I heard a shuffle behind me. I turned around and nearly screamed when I came face to face with Jett.
“Hello, my little one.”
Lady wood.
Those four little words, said in his seductively sexy southern voice had not only my heart pounding but my pussy was knocking at the bathing suit I was wearing, begging to be freed.
“Hi,” I gulped as he perused my body and licked his lips.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Fuck yes!
Chapter Two
“Mmm Yeah”
Jett
It was a long three fucking days in New York, trying to square away some property I was purchasing out there and all I wanted to do was get back to the Lafayette Club, invite Goldie up to the Bourbon Room and taste that sweet pussy of hers but when I saw what the girls were wearing, I knew I couldn’t let Goldie up into the Bourbon Room, she would get glitter everywhere and I tried to keep the room as pristine as possible. The glitter would have declassed the play room and I didn’t want that, therefore, I waited for her in her room.
The girls looked sexy tonight, in their gold outfits and wigs but right now, with her hair down and bare-footed, Goldie had me begging to touch her. I hated to admit it, but I missed my little one. I was growing accustomed to seeing her every night, ready to submit but the past three days left me yearning to get back to my home town of New Orleans and into the Bourbon Room to see her, the one who’s been driving me crazy in my dreams.
I could tell she missed me by the way her eyes softened from seeing me and the way her breathing picked up when I asked if she had something to say to me.
I waited patiently as she nodded her head and said, “I’m here to submit to you.”
Every time those words came out of her mouth, I instantly got hard. Goldie was by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever met and it wasn’t just because her hair was the color of honey or the fact that even though she was tiny, she had curves for days. No, it was her attitude, her heart, her sass, the way she carried herself that made me so damn attracted to her.
Pleased with her submission, I pressed my palm against her cheek and said, “Did you miss me, Goldie?”
She nodded her head, as her cheek pressed against my hand.
“How much?”
“More than I want to admit.” Her eyes fluttered close.
“I saw the lap dance you gave tonight. I didn’t like it.”
Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “Did I not do a good job?”
“No, you did. I just don’t like you giving other men lap dances.”
A small smile crossed her face from my confession. I was all right with telling her my displeasure for her lap dances on other men because it was true. Normally, I wouldn’t divulge such information, I just kept things like that to myself but after her almost leaving me, leaving the club, I realized that I had to confess some things to her if I wanted to keep her in my life. There had to be a little give and take.
She went to touch me but I stepped away. I was in control and sometimes she forgot
that. Her face fell from my rejection but I quickly recovered as I said, “Who’s in control here, Lo?”
“You are,” she said as she lowered her head.
I pushed her chin up with my finger and said, “Lead me to your bathroom.”
“Please tell me we’re going to have shower sex.” She broke her role. I knew it was only a matter of time before she started talking and asking questions. It was typical Goldie behavior. Something I struggled with controlling but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy trying to control her wild mouth. It was one of my favorite things.
“I haven’t had shower sex in so long. Last time I think was a couple of years ago with this guy named Robert. He was pretty good but he had a crooked dick so it was always weird trying to angle myself so we lined up. Not like you care, you probably don’t want to hear about that but it was worth sharing because crooked dicks are odd, don’t you think? If one was curved up though, now that would be a dick…”
“Goldie,” I said sternly, trying not to smile from her little crooked dick rant.
“Oh fuck, sorry,” she said as she covered her mouth. “I’m just so excited you’re here!” She jumped up and down and clapped her hands together.
I ran my hand over my mouth, covering my smile as I watched her excitement. Best fucking welcome home I’ve ever received. Goldie in a tiny bathing suit, jumping up and down, yeah I was one lucky motherfucker.
I held my hand out and repeated, “Show me to your bathroom.”
She looked down at my hand, smiled brightly and took it with hers. Her hand was so small compared to mine but I reveled in the feeling of my hand overlapping hers.
As we walked to her bathroom, I watched her hips sway in front of me, enticing me to just toss her on her bed and fuck her right then and there but I had different plans.
When we got to her bathroom, I looked around and almost laughed out loud. The girl was a slob!
Her face cringed as she apparently remembered what her room looked like when she left it.
“It’s not normally like this,” she said as she quickly turned to face me.
