Forever a Jett Girl (Bourbon #3)

by Meghan Quinn

“Yeah, okay, Goldie. You’re the worst liar ever.”

  “We’re not talking about this,” I pulled away. “We’re learning how to pole dance.” I set my drink down and clapped my hands. “Now, line up, I want to see you guys move.”

  “I need music if I’m going to do this,” Blane said with a cringe.

  “And another shot,” Diego added.

  “Ugh, you guys are annoying. Fine, let me get…”

  “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” screams came from down the hallway, scaring the ever living piss out of me.

  I flung my body up against the wall in sheer panic as the voices filtered in. Getting ready for a complete attack, I put my hands in knife hand mode and got in my karate attack position.

  One by one, Pepper, Babs, Francy, and Tootse filed into the room, holding up bottles of booze and screaming at the top of their lungs.

  With my hand to my heart, making sure it didn’t beat right out of my chest, I asked, “What the hell are you four doing here?”

  “Drinking with our girl,” Babs said, while eyeing Blane up and down.

  Francy tossed a bottle of vodka to Diego and told him to find a place for it.

  Pepper grabbed ahold of the cap of the whiskey bottle in her hand and downed some, right before handing it over to me, while Tootse ran up to me with her hands wide open and in attack mode.

  In a matter of seconds, I had Tootse’s hands squeezing my breasts, Pepper shoving liquor down my throat, Babs whispering in my ear about Blane, and Francy smacking my ass.

  “Hold up,” I said, stopping the onslaught of Jett Girls. “How the hell did you know I was here?”

  With her hand on her hip, Babs gave me a pointed look and said, “Come on, Lo, we’re not that stupid. You were either with your bartender friend Carlos, or Diego. We called Carlos and got the old negative from him, so we thought we would come over here.”

  “You ladies are welcome over here anytime,” Diego replied, while perusing all the girls, sin lacing his eyes.

  “Blane,” Blane introduced himself to Babs, who would not take her eyes off of him.

  “Oh, my God, he has an accent,” Tootse squealed, as Babs took Blane’s hand.

  “Babs, nice to meet you. Are those muscles real or are they the product of those finicky steroids?”

  “Babs!” I chastised.

  “What? It’s a legitimate question. If guys can ask about our breasts, we should be able to ask about their muscles. Listen, I was screwed one time by a guy who took steroids. Let’s just say his smallest muscle was hiding in his pants. God, it was like staring at a little piece of macaroni between two ham bones.” She shivered as she remembered the small dick man.

  Blane chuckled next to her and said, “They’re all real, sweetheart. No supplements for me.”

  “Mmm, I like that.”

  “What about your tits?” he asked, eyeing Babs’ cleavage. “Are those real?”

  “Like you even had to ask. They’re real, hot stuff. Want to see them?”

  “Babs, keep them stuffed away for at least a half hour,” Francy scolded. “Remember what we’re here for.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t know we would be meeting this hunk of meat over here.”

  “Why are you here?” I asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Did something happen to Jett?

  “We wanted to spend some time with our girl. Just because you’re no longer a Jett Girl doesn’t mean you’re still not one of us. It’s time to take some shots; it’s been too long,” Pepper called out, as she pulled some shot glasses out of her purse.

  Classic Pepper.

  “So, does this mean we have to leave?” Diego asked. “And, you know I have shot glasses, right?”

  “You don’t have pink ones,” Pepper said, while handing them out.

  “You have me on that.”

  Once the shot glasses were handed out, Pepper looked at a sad looking Diego and Blane and rolled her eyes.

  “God, go get yourself some shot glasses. We usually don’t allow men into our little circle, but we’ll make an exception, since Babs can’t seem to stop drooling and thrusting her hips at beef cake.”

  “But, you have to take your shirts off,” Babs demanded.

  “Easy enough,” Blane entertained, as he stripped off his shirt, showing off his perfectly built body.

  A collective sigh echoed through the room as we took in his well-defined chest, literally bulging biceps, and toned forearms. I never knew forearms could be so attractive. Jett was cut, like fucking seriously cut…to the point that I didn’t understand why he was a mortal, but Blane was more muscular in a body builder type of way. Even though Blane was insanely hot, I would take Jett’s body over Blane’s any day.

  No! No, I would not take Jett. Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was supposed to be forgetting him.

  “Uh, hello, I’m about to take my shirt off too,” Diego complained, as he gripped the hem of his shirt in his hands, waiting for everyone’s attention to turn to him.

  “Oh, sorry, Diego, please proceed,” I giggled.

  “That’s right,” he nodded, as he slowly started taking his shirt off.

  His rich mocha skin was slowly exposed as he moved his shirt purposely off his body in slow, seductive movements. Diego’s body was just like Kace’s, perfectly defined in every crevice, with strong shoulders and well-defined arms. His abs modeled Jett’s, with a deep V near his waist making me want to inch closer to him.

  “Damn,” Pepper breathed out. “We need to hang out here more often. Who knew Lo was hiding all the hotties?”

  “I even think I felt a little twerk from my lady folds,” Francy said, while pressing her hand against her crotch.

  “Oh, my God, honey! My nipples got hard from watching,” Tootse confessed, as she hung on Francy’s arm.

  “I guess that solidifies it; Diego is the winner,” Pepper awarded.

  “Wait, what?”” Blane cut in. “When the fuck did this become a competition? If I would have known, I would have gone all out. I demand a redo.”

  “Too late, the ladies have spoken,” Diego said, while smacking Blane in the chest and then taking off to get some more shot glasses.

  “This is bullshit,” Blane huffed, as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat in a chair.

  “Aw, poor baby. You can give me a private show later,” Babs winked as she sat on his lap, just inviting herself. Blane seemed to cheer up from Babs’ attention. There was no doubt in my mind those two would be banging soon, and fuck if they weren’t an attractive pairing with their blonde hair and beautiful skin. Those would be some good looking babies…that was for damn sure.

  Once Diego returned, we all held out our shot glasses and watched as Francy poured us some intoxicating liquid. With a collective clink, we cheered, and downed our first shot. The smooth liquid burned down my throat, awakening me for the first time in a while. It was good to have my girls with me; it was energizing.

  “Where’s Lyla?” I asked, as Francy started to pour more shots.

  “She and Kace got in some argument,” Pepper brushed off.

  “They are so fucking,” Babs said. “It’s obvious. The tension between those two is ridiculous.”

  “You really think they are?” I asked, feeling giddy. If I could pick anyone for Kace, it would be Lyla; she would give him a good run for his money, and I would pay good money to sit in the front row of that show.

  “No doubt about it,” Francy chimed in. “They are either fighting or nowhere to be seen, which can only mean one thing, they’re fucking.”

  “And that hooker hasn’t told me,” I said, a little surprised. “Next time I see her, I’ll be harassing her. No one bones and doesn’t tell me. I need to know where all dicks and pussies that are close to me go.”

  “You keeping score?” Diego asked. “If that’s the case, then should I start listing off all the pussy I’ve seen this week?”

  A laugh escaped my throat. “Please, Diego, the only pussy you’ve seen this week is one on a computer screen.
”

  “What, does that not count?” he smirked.

  Infuriating man.

  “Alright, what’s the game?” Blane asked, while clapping his hands together.

  “Truth or dare,” Tootse said with excitement.

  “Aw, babe, you’re cute,” Francy replied, with a kiss to Tootse’s nose. “So innocent.”

  “Is that not a good suggestion?” she asked, confused.

  “It’s perfect,” I cut in. “Alright, Diego, truth or dare?”

  The devilish grin he had on his face scared me too much, I was going to make sure I only gave him options, because by the way he was looking at me, I could see things getting frisky…fast.

  “Dare,” he winked at me.

  Gulping, I nodded and tried to think of something to dare him.

  “Make out with Lo,” Babs said.

  “What, are we twelve?” I asked. “He’s not making out with me.”

  “I’ll take it,” he said, while walking toward me, his eyes set on my lips.

  Putting my hands out, I stopped him and said, “I asked him truth or dare, so I get to tell him what to do.”

  “That is how the game is played,” Blane defended me, but I was pretty sure he had ulterior motives. Even though Babs was sitting on his lap, he still looked at me like he wanted to eat me up.

  “Fine,” Diego backed up, but not far enough. His cologne and bare body were fogging my senses, and I could feel my body warming up to the idea of making out with him. He had the most luscious lips ever; he could probably do some real damage to my horny status with those lips.

  “You going to pick something there, darling?” Diego asked while laughing.

  “Yes,” I defended. “Umm, how about you give Blane a lap dance?”

  The twisted look on Diego’s face had me laughing out loud from my very gut. It felt good to laugh, to just let loose and have fun. It felt like there was a weight on my shoulders for a while, and now that it was lifted, it felt freeing to just relax, to enjoy the company around me.

  “Come on, Goldie, spare me.”

  “Hold up,” Babs said, while holding her hand out. “Your name is Goldie?”

  It never dawned on me that the girls didn’t actually know my real name. They always knew me as Lo, and that was it. Then again, I had no clue what their real names were either.

  “Yeah,” I laughed. “Is that going to be a problem?”

  The girls looked at each other and then shrugged their shoulders.

  “You’ll always be Lo to us,” Pepper said.

  “Well, what are your names?” I asked, curious to hear their real names.

  “Ahh, that’s something you will never find out,” Babs smiled. “Now, back to this man on man lap dance.”

  Diego groaned and looked at me with those beautiful light eyes of his. “Come on, babe, pick something else.” Pepper raised an eyebrow at me at Diego’s term of endearment. I ignored her silent question. “At least make me give one of the girls a lap dance. I’m too fucking nervous I might turn Blane on.”

  “Fuck you, man,” Blane said, while sitting up a little taller with Babs still on his lap. “I dare you to try to get me up.”

  Babs shifted and looked Blane up and down. “Did you just ask him to give you a fucking throbbing gristle? I don’t think I’m cool with sharing,” she smiled.

  “What you’re worried about is sharing?” Pepper asked. “I think I would be more worried about something else.”

  “If they want to be gay, let them be gay,” Francy waved, as she pulled Tootse in closer to her.

  “Yeah, do you have something wrong with the gay?” Tootse asked, while she kissed Francy’s arm.

  Pepper gave her an admonishing look. “Don’t pull that gay shit on me. You know I like the gays, especially you lesbians. Everyone needs a token gay in their group; I’m a lucky girl to have two.”

  “We are a hot commodity,” Francy added.

  “It’s hard to keep up with the demand. And then there’s the whole recertification process we have to go through to maintain our gay license. You should see the holes they make us jump through.”

  “Is that with two fingers or three?” Babs asked with a smirk.

  “Oh, you heteros, what are fingers when you can use fists?” Francy asked, while raising her fist to the sky.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cringed, just thinking about a fist going up my vagina.

  “You’ve never been fisted?” Babs asked, as if it was the craziest thing she’d ever heard.

  “No!” I practically shouted. “Why the fuck would I have ever been fisted? I’d rather not spend every minute of my life doing keegles to get back down to a normal and appropriate diameter for my pussy ring.”

  “Where’s the challenge in that?” Babs asked, while Blane studied her intently, probably trying to gauge if she was serious.

  “It’s called being kind to your snatch. Am I right?” I asked Tootse and Francy. “Out of everyone, you two should know proper pussy etiquette.”

  “While studying at the University of LesboLand, we learned in Pussy Principles 101 that a well-treated snatch is a fine ass catch. Keep that garden trimmed, that clit wet, and your hole tight, the classic rules to an orgasmic night,” Francy said without blinking an eye.

  The room fell silent for a second before we all threw our heads back and laughed.

  This was exactly what I needed, my girls, my shots, and the new men in my life. Maybe I wasn’t so lost after all; maybe I was going to be just fine without Jett Colby by my side…maybe.

  21

  “Glitter & Gold”

  Rex

  Fuck.

  That’s all I could think as I made my way through Kitten’s Castle to a black out booth.

  Fucking hell.

  In a matter of seconds, my life had been flipped upside down; I was taken in for questioning, I spent the night in jail, and now I’m on trial for prostitution, embezzlement, and a fucking Ponzi scheme.

  Was I innocent?

  Fuck no, I wasn’t innocent. I was the furthest thing from innocent. I was so God damn guilty that I was grasping at anything to make this hellish nightmare go away. I would do just about anything to avoid the wrath that was coming my way.

  That was why I found myself hunched over in a booth at Kitten’s Castle, awaiting my caller. I received a letter this morning, inviting me to talk tonight. I didn’t know who it was from or what they were going to say, but what I did know was they wanted to talk about my future, in private.

  I was a desperate man, so meeting in such a filthy strip club wasn’t an issue to me. I would do just about anything right now.

  The club hadn’t changed since the last time I paid the rat hole of an establishment a visit, except for the workers…the girls were different. They were far more classless than the previous girls. They didn’t seem to care about their appearance, nor how they spoke or presented themselves. The standards at Kitten’s Castle had dropped immensely.

  Music pounded against the walls as the stage acts grabbed the attention of every drooling man in the vicinity. The girl on stage was a pretty red head, not something I would necessarily touch, but she was nice to look at. She was completely nude except for a miniscule thong barely covering her assets, and her breasts were beyond fake, but enticing enough to make a man yearn.

  “See something you like?” a familiar voice asked from the side of the booth. I couldn’t quite see who it was, given the darkness of the booth, but the moment he stepped forward, right in front of the table, I knew right away who it was, I would know that silhouette anywhere.

  Jett Colby.

  Fire raged within me as I realized he was the one who was coming to meet me. My hopes for salvation immediately fell; Jett Colby wouldn’t be offering me an out, not after our history.

  “What do you want?” I asked, as I sat back in the booth.

  Stepping forward, Jett placed his hand on the table and leaned toward me. I could see his face from the flicker of the small candle on
the table.

  “Let’s have a little conversation, shall we? But, before we get started, we need to wait on one more person.”

  I could guess who it was going to be; there was no doubt in my mind. It was going to be Goldie. I should have known all along. Leo was going to have my head.

  “Well, where is she?” I asked, looking around. “Spreading her legs for someone else?”

  The least I could do was strike him where it hurt.

  “Who?” he asked, not flinching from my words.

  “Don’t treat me like an idiot. You know I’m talking about Goldie; where is she? I don’t have all night to wait.”

  “You do, actually,” Jett corrected me. “Because, last I heard, you were pretty damn desperate to figure any way out of the hole you put yourself in, and for your information, Goldie and I haven’t talked since she left. Like I told you before, we’re not together. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that until you get it through that dense, disturbingly ugly head of yours.”

  My jaw twitched as I refrained from raising my fist to the man. The last thing I needed was assault and battery on my record as well, and knowing the prick standing in front of me, he would press charges.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” came Leo’s voice from the side.

  “Ah, just in time, please take a seat…Father.” The lightness in Jett’s voice had my knuckles itching to be plowed through his face. He was just too damn happy.

  Begrudgingly, Leo sat down next to me in the booth, while Jett took a seat across from the both of us. He perched his folded hands on the table, just as a waitress came over and asked if we wanted anything. With a flick of his wrist, Jett answered no for all of us, and then turned his gaze on us.

  In the darkness of the booth, I could still see the glint in his eyes. The arrogant bastard couldn’t be happier…it was written all over his face. He had everything he wanted, he had me and Leo squirming in our seats, and he had Lot 17. Plus, he had the whole damn city wanting to lick his damn nut sac with the plans he’d laid out for Lot 17. Watching his press conference was worse than spending a night in jail until I was able to post bail. He looked so pompous, up on stage with that stupid smirk on his face…