Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series)

by Meghan Quinn

  “You sure you want her?” Kace, my right hand man asked, as he sipped his fourth beer of the night.

  We never frequented establishments like Kitten’s Castle, ever, and if we did, we never stayed long enough to nurse four drinks throughout the night. When we stepped into the “club,” we were quickly ushered to one of the blackout booths upon my request and I made sure we would be served by Goldie. Even though I felt the slime that was gracing the not-so-eloquent walls start to morph itself onto my body, I had to stay. I had to observe her.

  “Positive,” I replied, as I finished off my bourbon.

  “She’s not what you usually go for.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I glared at Kace, not happy with his assumption.

  “Calm down, man. Jesus. You’ve been wound tightly lately. Pepper not fulfilling your needs? Is that why you’re so damn adamant about this girl?”

  “Pepper is sucking my dick just fine, thanks. What kind of girl do I usually go for?”

  “Come on, are you really going to play stupid?” I didn’t answer him, so he rolled his eyes and continued. “Does tall and blonde ring a bell?”

  “Francy isn’t blonde,” I countered.

  “True, but she is tall and she looks damn fine in a blonde wig.”

  I nodded and smiled when I thought about the girls in their blonde wigs from the other night.

  “Seriously though, this girl doesn’t really fit. Yes, she has some moves when she’s caught up in the music, but she’s a waitress. I thought we were coming here to see someone who was more in the spotlight, you know, on the pole.”

  “Goldie.”

  “What?” Kace asked with a quizzical look on his face.

  I repeated, “The girl, her name is Goldie.”

  “Okay…”

  “Listen, I know what I’m doing, alright? She will fit in just fine. She has potential.”

  “She’s going to have to wear six-inch heels to fit in with the other girls.”

  I just shrugged my shoulders as I watched Goldie work her way around the room without spilling one drink.

  “We’ll start her off with handing out drinks. She’s going to need a lot of training, which you and Pepper can handle. She’ll also need to burn that heinous lingerie she’s letting touch that magnificent body of hers. Her breasts could be more mouthwatering with the proper garments and that flimsy garter belt is doing nothing for her ass. She needs something that puts pressure on her skin, something that shows off what amazing curves she has to offer.”

  The music switched to a generic bass-pumping rhythm as the stage acts switched. I continued, “She’ll have the room closest to the stairs in the servant’s wing.”

  “Do you have to call it that? You act as if that’s where you stuff all your servants who aren’t good enough to live in the main house.”

  “That’s what it’s called. It’s an old plantation home, what else should I call it?”

  “I don’t know…the back hall?”

  I ignored Kace and continued, “I want to make sure she’s comfortable, so before you go renovating, please stop by my office for the plans I’ve drawn up to specifically meet her needs. I’ll let you handle the rest when it comes to her inauguration into the club. Make sure she’s tested…”

  “Dude, I know. It’s not my first time welcoming a new Jett Girl to the club.”

  “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

  Kace finished his beer and put the empty bottle on the table as he watched Goldie converse with the bartender. I didn’t particularly care for the way she bent over the bar, showing off her ass and the way she joked around with the man who poured the drinks. Their close connection made me think there was something going on between them. I’d have to look into that.

  “What makes you think she’s going to want to become a Jett Girl?”

  I eyed Goldie up and down, taking in her entire body.

  “She will. She has no choice in the matter. She is over fourteen-thousand dollars in debt and what I have to offer her will be something she won’t be able to refuse.”

  I pulled out my wallet, placed a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table, along with a Jett card and got up.

  “I’ll draw up her contract in the next couple of days. I expect her to make contact in that time-frame. Make sure you’re ready. I’ll be sure to have everything in place for you by the time she comes to us.” I was about to turn around when I said, “Make sure Babs is in the Bourbon Room, naked, by the time I get back to the club.”

  With that, I left Kitten’s Castle, knowing very well I would never again return to the repulsive and distasteful establishment because I would get what I wanted, I always did.

  Chapter Three

  “Teeth”

  Goldie

  The minute I turned my back and wasn’t watching the two men in the blackout booth, they fled. It figures…they were probably hideous, at least that’s what I kept telling myself.

  I went over to their booth to clean up their bottles and glasses when I saw that they had left me two, one-hundred dollar bills. I felt like my eyes shot out of their sockets, like some cheesy-ass Saturday morning cartoon. I had never received such a high tip, unless I actually ended the night with the guy’s dick in my mouth.

  I quickly grabbed the cash to hide it from Marv, but I was too late; he caught my wrist and brought it up to his eyes.

  “I knew these men were going to be high rollers. I’ll put this in the community tip jar. Good job, Goldie.” He squeezed my tit before walking off with my well-earned money. The urge to drive my heel through the back of Marv’s head was overpowering, but I took a few deep breaths before I went off and lost my job.

  “Stupid piece of shit, Marv,” I muttered to myself, as I cleaned up their table.

  That was when I saw a black business card on the table…with my name on it. I picked it up and shoved it in my apron for later inspection. I couldn’t see shit in this crap hole and, knowing Marv, he would snatch it from my grasp before I even got a chance to look at it.

  The night wound down and visitors to Kitten’s Castle either stumbled out the door or were carried out, but all in all, it was a good night. After my big tip from the mysterious strangers, I knew I was going to be going home with a good chunk of change that I’d be able to put toward my bills.

  Carlos was cleaning the bar, while some of the other girls were sweeping the floors. The strippers made sure the poles were clean and waxed to perfection for the next night. Surprisingly, we kept the place pretty clean…well, clean enough. It was Bourbon Street, after all.

  “Here’s your share,” Marv said, as he handed me an envelope. “Now, get out of here; I’m not paying you overtime.”

  “Thanks, Marv. See you later.”

  “You need to be walked home?” Carlos shouted from the bar.

  “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, handsome.”

  “Anytime, baby girl.” He gave me a wink and turned his back to make sure all the liquor was in its proper place. I sighed as I thought about what a shame it was that he preferred a cock to a hole.

  I headed back to the lockers and found Lyla waiting for me, dressed in black leather from head to toe.

  “Where are you going?”

  As I asked, my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my locker and took a look at the text message that came through on my phone.

  Rex: We still on for tonight?

  “I have a date on a motorcycle with Charlie tonight.”

  I turned and eyed Lyla skeptically. “Charlie from Sons of Anarchy?”

  She smiled. “Yeah, a viewing party over at Crystal’s place. You want to come?”

  Crystal was the closing act at Kitten’s Castle. She had massively fake tits and didn’t mind shoving her bare vagina in any man’s face who offered it up, which made her a great closing act, but frankly, she terrified the shit out of me.

  “No, I have plans.” I paused for a second before continuing. “Uh, do you plan on staying
at Crystal’s?”

  “Why?” I was just about to answer, when Lyla cut me off, “Please tell me he’s not coming over tonight.”

  I cringed at the judgmental tone in my friend’s voice.

  “Goldie, how many times are you going to let him come over? Does he really pay you enough to ignore the fact that he’s…married?”

  Getting tired of the same old judgmental spiel from my friend, I slammed my locker shut and turned toward her. “If me fucking another woman’s husband means I can earn enough money to get out of this hell of a life I’m living, then yes, I am going to fuck him and I am going to fuck him until he wants to give me all his money. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Do you think I like whoring myself out?”

  Lyla smiled, “Well, last time I heard you two together, it kind of seemed like you did.”

  “Fuck off,” I said, while smiling at her. “Don’t come back, alright? I plan on fucking Rex all over the apartment.”

  “Just clean up when you’re done, for Christ sake.”

  “I always do. Have fun having a massive orgy with Charlie.”

  “Oh, I will.”

  I placed a kiss on Lyla’s lips, like always, and walked out the back door. Luckily, we only lived a couple of blocks from Kitten’s Castle. The only downside was, our apartment was on the corner of Bourbon and Toulouse and was as old as a witch’s nipple, so there was no sound proofing, letting the night life filter through the walls very easily.

  I walked into my apartment and quickly ran around, lighting candles, stuffing trash and junk in crevices so Rex didn’t see it and grabbing my money envelope to stuff for safe keeping until I could hit up the bank.

  Before I put the money behind one of my paintings in my room, I took a look at all the goods. When I started counting, I realized, not only did I get screwed, but I got royally fucked and not in a good way. There was only one hundred and fifty four dollars in my envelope. How was that possible when I easily pulled in close to five hundred dollars on my own?

  Seething, I put the money behind my painting and went to my dresser so I could change into something not so tattered. I pulled out a red lace bra and matching panties; he would like that. I wrapped my short silk, black robe around my body, sprayed some perfume in all the right places and fluffed my hair.

  I was just considering putting on some more makeup when there was a knock at my door. As I walked through the living room, I made sure all the brightly-colored tapestries–sheets–we hung to cover the cracks in the walls, were hanging straight and not crooked.

  When I opened the door, I was socked in the nose with the scent of money…that was the only way to describe the smell of Rex Titan…money. He oozed it…the way his hair was cut to precision, his business suits were cut specifically for his body, and the shine of his dress shoes. The man had a pair of cufflinks for every occasion and believed in a matching tie and pocket square. Besides his clothing, the man was ripped, beyond hot. The fact that I was paid to have sex with him was, by far, the best job I ever had because I wouldn’t be lying if I said I enjoyed his cock buried deep within me.

  “Hey, kitten,” Rex said, as he entered my apartment, which he didn’t have a problem slumming in, probably because he was here for one reason and one reason only…sex.

  I met Rex one night when he was out with his friends celebrating a bachelor party, shocker. Their group ended up at Kitten’s Castle and I couldn’t help but stare at Rex when I wasn’t serving other people…and he didn’t have a problem staring at me either. That night he gave me a card and asked if I did any paid services. I had never in my life taken cash for sex, but when I was looking into his dark, sinister eyes, I couldn’t help but say yes. I wanted the man and, if I was going to be paid for letting him fuck my brains out, then I was more than happy to oblige.

  I’ve always been a sexual creature, from the moment I realized breasts could be used to my advantage, so I was happy to succumb to anything Rex demanded. Apparently, his wife was a bit of a prude, so Rex took care of his sexual imagination with me, which I didn’t mind at all; I actually relished his naughtiness.

  The only thing that grated my nerves was when he called me kitten, probably because it reminded me of the hell hole I worked in, but whatever it was, it wasn’t appreciated. But, I wasn’t about to tell him that. He could call me cunt-guzzler for all I cared, as long as he paid me and gave me at least two orgasms while we were together.

  “Hey, sexy. I’m glad you came over. I’ve missed you,” I said, while playing with the tie of my robe.

  Rex eyed me up and down with those smoldering eyes of his and I almost came on the spot.

  “I want you in the bedroom, wearing nothing, on the bed, lying on your stomach with your head at the bottom. You have thirty seconds.”

  I squealed like a little girl as I quickly tore my robe off, got out of my lingerie that I didn’t need to change into and did exactly as I was told. My comforter was silky, so the cool touch of the fabric against my naked body was very erotic and put me in the mood.

  I heard his footsteps come closer as he worked his way down the hallway toward my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he had gotten rid of his suit jacket, shoes and socks. He was unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks when he stood in front of me. I was exactly eye level with his burgeoning cock; damn, he was already excited.

  “Do you see what you do to me, kitten? The way you listen so properly to me turns me on so much.” I saw his tie drop to the floor as he continued. “Unbuckle my pants, kitten.”

  I did as I was told and was rewarded with the sight of his cock, fully erect and practically ready to poke me in the eye.

  “No underwear?” I asked, as I licked my lips.

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked in a dark tone.

  I shook my head no as I saw the last of his clothes drop to the floor.

  “You know I don’t like it when you disobey me, kitten.”

  I didn’t speak because, frankly, I didn’t know if I was allowed to, so I just lay still as he worked his way around the bed.

  The mattress dipped from where he got on. I definitely wasn’t sleeping on a TempurPedic, so I was able to feel every move he made. He spread my legs so my feet hooked onto each side of the bed.

  “The only reason I’m not going to punish you right now is because you’re so incredibly wet for me. That makes me think you’ve been anticipating the moment I got here. Is that true?”

  I nodded my head to confirm his statement.

  “That’s what I like to see.” He rubbed my back and caressed the heart-shaped birthmark that was just above the crack of my ass. It was an odd, but kind of sexy birthmark that was very unique to my body. “I love this birthmark; it turns me on so much.”

  He moved his hands down my ass cheeks and then gave them both a good whack, one right after the other. My ass lifted off the mattress from the sting, but then it was followed quickly by pleasure. It was a little disturbing to me that I enjoyed being spanked, but I talked about it with Lyla once and she said she was the same way; she loved a good ass slap.

  “So responsive,” he muttered. “I want you to put your hands on the floor.”

  Not really knowing where he was going with this, I scooted my body so my upper half hung off the end of the bed and placed both palms on the very old wood floors.

  “Perfect.”

  He moved in behind me so I could feel the heat pouring off of him and burning into my skin.

  He lifted my pelvis off the bed and held my ass up to his face as I held my body up with my upper half, as if we were playing some kind of sexual wheelbarrow game.

  “Say it,” Rex said, as his mouth hovered right in front of my slick folds.

  “Show me your teeth,” I practically panted, as I waited for his mouth to descend down on me.

  The minute Rex’s mouth hit me, I nearly exploded. I don’t know if it was from the blood rushing to my head or the fact that he was in full domination mode, b
ut I was ready to come right there on the spot.

  I moaned as he ran his tongue up and down my pussy, while digging his fingers into my pelvis. The way his tongue made its way leisurely up and down my most sensitive nerves made my thoughts of being a hooker completely leave my brain. He was a master with his tongue, a genius actually, as he applied the perfect pressure in all the right places, making my vision start to turn back. I was rewarded with such amazing mixed emotions that I didn’t think my arms would hold me up any longer.

  Just when I was tipping over the edge of getting my first O for the night, Rex pulled away and set me back on the bed. I was just about to complain, when I heard the rustle of a condom package and was pleasantly reassured that I would be getting what I needed, sooner rather than later.

  Rex grabbed my hips again, as I assumed my wheelbarrow position and he guided his cock along my slick folds.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned out, as he continued to torture both of us.

  “Only for you,” I said, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t talk.

  “You better not be lying,” he said, as he entered me fully.

  My hips bucked back into his from the fullness of his cock and the position he had me in.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

  “Do it,” I begged.

  He groaned as he thrust into me with more power than I had ever felt. He must have had a hard day at work because my pussy was getting a beating, but I loved it. Every thrust he made into my body pushed me closer and closer to that moment of ecstasy when everything was right in the world.

  “Ahh, I’m going to come,” he announced to the room and I smiled at the strain in his voice. I did that to him. “You better come with me.”

  Eeep, focus, I told myself.

  He reached around to my front and put pressure on my clit while he continued to thrust into me and that was all I needed. My vision went black as ripples of pleasure shot through my body.

  “Fuck…” I sounded off, as my orgasm took over my body.