by Meghan Quinn
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?”
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sp; 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.
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 t
en 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.