Repentance: The Story of Kace Haywood
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I smiled and said, “Anytime. If you boys need anything else, besides lap dances, let me know.” I gave them a wink, pocketed my twenty that I would have to split with the other whores and headed toward table eleven.
Table eleven was one of the exclusive tables that high-priority people usually got. Thanks to the lighting, you never really got a good look at who was sitting in the curved booth, but from their vantage point, they could see everything. It was one of the attractive things about Kitten’s Castle that businessmen appreciated. They could be total horn dogs in the back and never be seen…by anyone.
As I approached, all I saw were two dark shadows of men, one sitting taller than the other. They both had broad shoulders and what looked like full heads of hair. A vast difference from the men I usually got to take orders from.
“Hi, can I get you two something to drink?” I asked, while looking at two dark shadows, desperately trying to make out some features. I was always curious to find out who chose the blackout booths.
“I’ll take a Guinness,” came the voice on the right hand side. It was deep with a bit of a rasp. Just from the rasp alone that caressed his voice, I could tell he was packing a good-sized dick.
“Alright, and you sir?” I asked, while looking to the left of the booth.
“Bourbon, no ice. Your most expensive.”
At that moment, I was pretty sure I creamed my pants. The smooth voice of a southern gentleman erupted from the left side of the booth, making me feel weak in the damn knees. It was as if his voice injected itself into my veins and turned everything warm from the smooth timbre rolling off his tongue.
“Sounds good,” I responded weakly, “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
I was just turning around when the voice dripping with sweet molasses spoke up. “Were those men bothering you?”
I turned around and looked into the dark, trying to catch a glimpse of any feature that matched that gorgeous voice, but no such luck.
“Nothing I haven’t come across before, but thanks for your concern.”
Not wanting to hear a response, I turned on my heels and went back to the bar to fulfill their order.
I leaned over the bar and got Carlos’ attention. “Hey handsome, did you see those two men walk into the bar?” I asked, while nodding toward the blackout booth I was just visiting.
“No, I didn’t. Marv just informed me they sat down. Why? Are they giving you trouble?”
“No. Just curious.”
I told Carlos their order and watched him pull down our top shelf bourbon and place a generous amount in a small glass for the dark and mysterious man in the corner, with a voice that literally melted my panties right off.
“You’re never curious about our customers, so why the interest?”
Blowing out an exasperated breath because I knew Carlos wouldn’t let my curiosity go, I said, “When he spoke to me, I think I climaxed on the spot. The man has a voice that will make your thing-a-ding grow to epic proportions.”
Carlos looked over my shoulder and tried to eye the mystery man. “Really? Well, now I’m intrigued. Maybe I should take them their drinks.”
Carlos started to move out from behind the bar, but I pushed him back. “Don’t even think about it! These men are mine.”
“Just as well…I bet you they have warts all over their faces.”
“You’re probably right,” I agreed.
I grabbed the drinks, placed them on my tray, and walked back to the blackout booth, while avoiding ass grabs by multiple men. I should be in some sort of waitressing Olympics, with the maneuvers I had to do in three-inch heels.
“Here you go, boys,” I said, as I placed the drinks down on their table.
“Thank you,” was all they responded.
I don’t know why, but I was kind of expecting them to strike up a conversation with me, maybe about my outfit like other men did, or how plentiful my ass was, or possibly a compliment about my tits…but nothing.
I was dismissed.
Chapter Two
“Take it off”
Jett
The musical stylings of Ke$ha blared through the speakers as a blonde shook her bare tits at all the male patrons that lined the stage in the shitty hole-in-the-wall we were sitting in. They all made a grab at her nipples, while trying to decorate her miniscule thong with one dollar bills. Cheap Fucks.
I shook my head at the disappointment I had for my own kind. We were a bunch of horny bastards whose end goal in life was to be fully satisfied with our dicks, no matter how we got it. I couldn’t lie, the blonde was working it, but not to the point where I would throw my self-respect to the wind and pant like a dog in front of a crowd while I saluted everyone with my dick.
Instead, I watched the waitress with the soft caramel hair take orders and deliver them to all the scumbags in the joint. She was a favorite amongst the men and I couldn’t blame them. She was gorgeous. Tiny body with plenty of curves that would keep a man exploring for days. Although, her lingerie was something less-than-desirable. Clearly, she’d bought the ensemble she was wearing from Pleasure Palace down the street, where they specialized in cheap polyester scraps of fabric and plastic whips that were downright insulting to the lifestyle I led.
“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.
Table of Contents
Copyright
A note from Kace
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty Two
Epilogue
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