by Meghan Quinn
“I didn’t expect to be invited to lunch by you Jett. I was rather shocked when I saw the appointment on my calendar.”
He looked over at Kace and nodded his head. “I see you are still choosing to hang out with the bottom dwellers.”
My dad was never a fan of the Haywoods; he always thought they were below us, since they were a blue collar family, making it through life paycheck to paycheck. I knew better than to judge people by the amount of money in their wallets, but to judge them by the convictions they hold in their hearts.
“Nice to see you too, Leo,” Kace responded while taking a longer sip of his beer than normal.
The waitress brought over a scotch for my dad and I watched as he routinely stirred the drink three times before putting it up to his lips and taking a sip. Anger rolled through my body as my dad admired his beloved scotch. The man would choose his scotch over his own flesh and blood any day.
“So, tell me what the hell I’m doing here,” Leo said, while leaning back in his chair with his leg crossed over his knee, eying me with that “no bullshit” look.
“I wanted to talk to you in person about the Lot 17 property we both seem to be going after.”
A small glimpse of surprise spread across Leo’s face, but he quickly tamped it down.
“I was unaware you knew of my interest.”
“Well, I do and I know how you’re trying to grab the property, so I suggest you let it go or I have no problem turning in you and your friends from city planning to the officials.”
A sardonic laugh escaped Leo’s mouth. “You have no clue who I know. Go ahead, try to turn me in.”
I leaned forward and said, “You have no fucking clue who I know and you can bet your sorry ass, they’re a lot higher than your people.”
Leo set his glass down and said, “You think you own this city, don’t you? I taught you everything you know.”
“Yeah, and instead of trying to put all my knowledge to financial gain, I try to put it to good use, to help people.”
“You really think you’re helping people?” He laughed again, “People are only using you. Don’t you get that? They are all using you. You have money and money is what they want; they don’t care about you, no one ever has. Not even your whore of a mother, who used you too.”
I slammed my fist on the table, silencing all conversations around us. I leaned forward, ignoring the onlookers and said, “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.”
Leo just laughed again and looked at Kace. “What is a little fuck like you doing here?”
The look on Kace’s face spoke murder. He knew of the shitty family past I had, so it was understandable that he was on the verge of taking my dad out with one swift uppercut.
“Trying not to beat you to a bloody pulp,” Kace said, while placing his fists on the table.
Visibly, my dad recoiled, knowing the true potential Kace had of hurting a man and my ability to cover it up.
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to back off. That property is supposed to be earmarked for the Boys and Girls Clubs. Be a decent human for once in your life and back off.”
Leo shook his head and stood up while buttoning his suit jacket.
“Not going to happen. That’s prime property and I have plans for it. Sorry, son.” The way he said son made my skin crawl. “Go play games with someone else because I am way out of your league. Don’t fuck with what I want because, if you do, I’ll make sure to ruin everything and everyone in your life, even your precious new girl, Goldie.”
He smiled and turned on his heels right out the door. I sat there in shock as I tried to wrap my head around what he said. How did he know about Goldie? I did everything in my power to protect my girls and keep them completely anonymous.
“Fuck,” I said into my hands, as I placed my elbows on the table.
“How does…?”
“I don’t even know,” I said, before Kace could finish his question. “But we need to make sure my dad never goes near Goldie, because he is ruthless. You know what he did to my mom. Make sure you know where she is at all times when she leaves the house, even if you need to have Reggie follow her.”
“Not sure how much longer she’s going to stay.”
“She’s fucking staying, so you need to get over your playground crush and move the fuck along.”
I wasn’t very eloquent when I was angry, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was keeping my girls safe and if that meant I had to be a controlling prick, then that was what I was going to be.
Anger was seething through my veins, sending me into a dark place and there was only one way to get out of it.
I got out of my chair, leaving plenty of money on the table for the poor waitress who had to serve us and walked toward the exit with Kace closely behind me. When we got in my car, I looked out of the window and said, “Make sure Pepper is in the Bourbon Room when I get back.”
***
Pepper was hanging over the upholstered table that stood in the middle of the room, completely naked and ready for me. God, she was so good at being ready for me. It was so easy with Pepper, especially when I was in one of my moods. I could be rough and she didn’t mind and that was exactly what I needed.
I walked over to her delightfully naked body and placed my hand on the small of her back and leaned over so she could see me.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“How long have you been waiting for me?”
“Too long.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. I just can’t wait for you to be inside of me.”
“Good answer. What do you need to say to me, Pepper?” I asked, as I slowly took off my clothes, allowing her to watch.
“I am here to submit to you.”
“Music to my ears.”
I took off my socks and shoes as I sat in one of the chairs. I always undressed myself and occasionally let the girls watch, if I was in the mood. I like to be in control at all times and that even meant I wanted to be in control of the pace my clothes were shed.
Pepper licked her lips as she took in my entire naked body.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, while grabbing my erect cock.
She nodded her head as I walked up behind her.
“I didn’t have a very good meeting. I need to take my mind off of it.”
“You know that’s what I’m here for.”
I didn’t like her comment. I wanted her to be here for pleasure, not for my own personal use, even though I did call upon her when I wanted her. Still, I wanted her to want to be here.
I pulled back and said, “Do you want to be here, Pepper? Do you want to be pleasured?”
“God, yes. All of us wait for the minute you call us up here. We like to please you Jett, and we love to be pleased. I think Lo is going out of her mind from not being called up.” The minute she said the words, I knew she regretted them and I wished she hadn’t said them either. I didn’t want to think about Goldie. It was one of the reasons I was about to pound the fuck out of Pepper.
“Does she talk about me?” Why did I just ask that? I was about to tell Pepper not to answer when she interrupted me.
“No.” For some reason, her answer shot a dagger through me, cutting my libido in half. “But you can see it in her eyes that she wants to be with you every time one of us is called up to the Bourbon Room. She is ready for you Jett and I think she’s going to blow all your rules out of the water.”
I had the same fear about Goldie. Maybe that was why I was holding off on inviting her up to the Bourbon Room, because I knew the moment she submitted herself to me, I was going to lose all control.
I didn’t respond to Pepper. Instead, I spread her legs and ran my dick along her already-slick folds.
“You’re so wet. Does thinking about me taking Lo turn you on?”
“She’s hot…so, I don’t know, maybe.”
“You’l
l never be able to watch.”
“I know. Maybe a threesome?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Nice try.” It would be hot, I thought, but I was a one woman in the Bourbon Room kind of guy. Even when Francy and Tootse were up here, I let them do what they wanted and I just watched. I never took two women at once, it wasn’t my style. I believed that when I invited a woman up to my room, she was to have my full attention; she deserved it for pleasing me.”
I slipped inside of her, letting her walls adjust to my size. I gripped her right hip with my right hand and pushed down on the small of her back with my left hand and started moving around her round ass.
“Tell me how I feel inside of you.”
“So fucking good.”
“How do you want me? Slow?” I asked, while I very slowly drew myself out of her and then repeated the process as I plunged back in with the utmost carefulness.
“You know that’s not how we both want it. I want it raw.”
Her words sent me into a frenzy as I drove myself into her perfect body. I spread her legs even further and gripped her hips as I fucked her into oblivion. I lost all control and hammered into her, letting go of all the worries my dad put into me and all the pent-up angst I had over Goldie. I needed her, but I knew it wasn’t time yet, so I just fucked out my frustration.
“Oh God, Jett I need you harder. Fuck me harder.”
I gripped her hair and twisted it around my knuckles, pulling her head back as I pounded into the back of her. My other hand snaked around her front and gripped her tight nipples as they sung from my brash movements. I wasn’t sweet, I wasn’t kind, I was a rabid beast seeking one thing and one thing only, my own release.
Sweat dipped off my brow as I exerted myself, pumping my dick into her until I couldn’t feel my fucking toes anymore. She screamed my name as her pussy clenched around my cock and, at that moment, I was gone too. My whole body went rigid as I blew my passion into her with all my force and all my pent up energy.
Fuck, I felt like passing out as silence fell between us. I pulled her off the table and sat her up so I could look into her eyes. She looked like she had just been sedated by my cock. Pride surged through my bones from knowing I was able to turn a woman into mush with my passion.
“She’s going to give you a run for you money,” Pepper said, while she ran a finger over my jaw.
“I know.”
“You are so screwed.”
Pepper knew me too well, because I was…royally screwed when it came to Goldie.
Chapter Twenty One
“Nasty Naughty Boy”
Goldie/Lo
“Yes, just like that!” Pepper praised me as I practiced sliding up and down one of the poles that lined the back of the Toulouse Room. “Fuck, you are really hot up there. You’re going to drive the members crazy.”
I wanted to drive more than the members crazy. It had been two weeks since Kace told me how he really felt about me and, every day since then, I have been busting my ass night and day, learning the choreography for each presentation, perfecting my waitressing and working out to the point where my body was numb most days. I did have to admit, I felt stronger, especially while holding myself up on the pole.
“Okay, now wrap your legs around the pole and…”
“Like this?” I asked as I clenched the pole with my thighs and slid down head first. I stopped my descent with my arms, flipped over so I was right side up, and did the splits.
The look of surprise on all the girls’ faces was priceless, but out of everyone, I think I was the most shocked.
“Holy shit, did I just do that?”
The girls laughed as they applauded and bowed to me.
“I think I have a lady boner,” Francy said as she leaned back in her chair with Tootse on the floor between her legs.
“You know Lo, you can always come on over to our side. We always enjoy recruiting some hot lesbians,” Tootse said with a smile.
“Sorry girls, even though I could totally envision tapping that, I kind of like a giant cock.”
“Then you’ll like Jett,” Babs said absentmindedly, as she fiddled around with a new makeup shipment that had come in.
All our heads shot to Babs as she stood there. She shrugged her head and smiled. “Oops, sorry, just slipped out.”
“Jett has a tree trunk?” I asked.
Pepper laughed, then leaned forward and said, “We’re not supposed to talk about our encounters with him, but I will tell you this, he’s big….big.”
“Thank fuck,” I responded, as I got off the ground and started stretching. I was getting tight from all the workouts I’d been putting my body through. “For all I knew, the guy could have a small dick and I would have to fake it for years.”
“You won’t have to fake it, that’s for damn sure.”
Interesting, I thought. My celibacy was bordering on a month now and I was about to combust. Every night when I was watching the girls dance and I was serving drinks, I got hornier and hornier. I started to think that maybe I was turning into a lesbian if I was getting so damn turned on just watching, but after learning the moves from Pepper, I understood that each move was geared toward enticing the members and fuck were they enticed.
When serving drinks, I always liked taking a look down at their crotches to see where their arousal state was at. Two nights ago, there was a man there that was actually pretty attractive, I had no clue who the hell he was, but he had one impressive erection.
Francy got up and tossed me a bottle of water. “What do you think girls? I think she’s ready.”
“You’re just saying that because you want off the stage,” I countered, as I took a sip of the cold water. Even though I was wearing next to nothing, I was hot as hell.
“No, I think she’s right,” Pepper added. “You’re nailing all the dances and I can’t lie, I think you’re looking better than me. You’re more than ready. I say we get her into the rotation, at least a couple of nights.”
“I completely agree,” Babs added. “Plus, it will be nice not to have to give a lap dance for one night. Lord knows, when you step in, I won’t have to do one for a while.”
“But don’t you want the income?” I asked.
The girls all looked at each other and laughed, as if I was missing something. “What? I don’t get it.”
“Lo, you have been here for what? Almost a month?” Pepper asked. I nodded. “Then you probably have more money in your bank account right now then you earned the last several months.”
“Wait, what?” I felt like I needed to clean my ears out because Pepper was talking like a crazy person.
“That’s a conversation you need to have with Kace. First things first, we need to get you into the rotation.”
“Well, you would have to talk to Kace about that one,” I said while playing with my water bottle. “He’s such a dick; he’ll never let me do anything other than serve drinks. For some godforsaken reason, the creepy piece of foreskin he is, he has some idea that I’m…” all the girls stiffened in front of me as my voice trailed off. I turned around and came face to face with a not-so-happy-looking Kace.
“Please, don’t let me stop your rant,” he said with his arms crossed his chest.
Speechless.
Mortified.
Red as a fucking beet.
“That’s what I thought. Girls, go get fitted for Saturday’s presentation. Lo, stay here. You have something you have to tell me?”
All the girls filed out, so much for all for one, one for all. They left me like a dangling piece of meat in front of a very ornery alligator ready to pounce.
Once they left, I turned and faced Kace who was wearing a pair of workout pants and a tight fitted T-shirt. He looked too damn good to be such an asshole.
“Now, what did you want to say to me?”
Mustering up enough courage, I crossed my arms, mimicking his posture and said, “I’m ready to be put in the rotation. I’m pretty sure I’ve proved myself enough; I k
now all the moves and I even have some of my own.”
Kace looked me up and down and said, “You’re not ready.”
Infuriated, I pushed his chest in anger and said, “Fuck you, I’m not ready. What do I need to do to prove it?”
Shock registered across his face from my push. Granted, he didn’t move, since he was a damn brick wall, but he was still shocked.
“There is nothing…”
“Sit,” I demanded. “Sit in one of these damn chairs and I will prove it.”
“Lo…”
“Sit! Damn it!” I might have lost it slightly, but I was sick of hiding on the floor and not being able to be up on stage where I belonged. I felt it in my bones; I was more than ready and I was going to show this dick on a stick that I belonged there.
He sat in the chair I pointed at and eyed me suspiciously. I grabbed the remote to the stereo and shifted to my favorite song. Christina Aguilera started to play through the speakers and I instantly felt like I was in my element.
“What are you doing?”
“Proving to you I belong where the members can see me. I belong in the spotlight.”
He was about to protest when I started unbuttoning my shirt. Today I wore a black one with black stilettos, which I am grateful for now because I could see Kace starting to squirm in his chair.
Christina’s voice rang through the room as I dropped the shirt to the floor and slowly started walking toward Kace to the beat of the music. The song was seductive and sexy, the perfect combination to show Kace what I was made of.
I stood in front of him and presented my body to him. His arms were to his sides, like the members were required, and he looked my body up and down, nodding in appreciation. Getting the go ahead from his nod, which was required for a lap dance, I continued to move forward. I took my index finger and ran the length of his collar bone as I walked around him, making sure to run my finger lightly across his back when I reached it and back around to his collar bone.
Once I got back in front of him, I turned my back toward him, giving him a great view of my thong-clad ass and bent down, running my hands down my legs and then slowly back up to the beat of the music. Once I got back up I twisted back around, bent over so my hands were on his knees and spread them, giving me the perfect triangle support to work on.