Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

  “Nice seeing you again, Keylee.”

  She turned to me and smiled. “Goldie, you’re a lucky girl. Take good care of my friend.”

  The way she said friend made me want to punch her in the throat. I couldn’t stand the bitch. It was time for her to go.

  Going against the etiquette I learned from Miss Mary, I nodded at the kiwi and then turned my back to her, blocking her off from Jett as I wrapped my arms around him. She must have gotten the hint because I couldn’t feel her breathing down my neck with her skank breath anymore.

  Jett looked down at me with a questioning eyebrow.

  “I don’t like that bitch.”

  Coughing slightly from the abruptness of my statement, Jett composed himself and said, “Care to explain why?”

  “She was talking in the bathroom about this new club called Lot 17 and how she was going to be a part of it with you and how you were going to ride off into the sunset fucking each other on a white steed.”

  Okay, maybe I embellished a little but the bitch needed to be put in her place.

  “Wow, that is quite a statement for a little bathroom pow wow.”

  “I thought the same thing. She was practically talking about names for your kids.”

  Jett shook his head as he disengaged my arms from around him and led me to the bar.

  “This is probably a mistake since you’re already losing your mind but let’s get you a drink.”

  “I’m not losing my mind,” I said as I pulled my arm away.

  In seconds, Jett’s gaze lifted behind me and scanned the room for any onlookers and that was when I realized that even though it felt like we were in our own little world, we weren’t and we were being observed by everyone.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” I mumbled as I straightened myself and took a deep breath.

  “We will talk about this later,” Jett whispered into my ear as he gripped my arm and led me to the bar.

  Double shit.

  ***

  The rest of the night went by in a blur. Absentmindedly, I shook people’s hands, smiled and held my chin at the perfect height while Jett laughed and patted his friends on the shoulders. They never talked about anything serious when I was around but when I stepped away for a second to either get a drink or some fresh air, I saw Jett speaking to his comrades intensely but when I came back, they turned back to jovial conversations. Something was going on and I was too fucking curious. I needed to know what all the secretive talk was about but I knew I couldn’t ask, not just yet.

  The night came to an end and Jett led me out to the limo to take us back home. Like a gentleman, he draped his jacket around my shoulders as we stepped outside. His jacket was entirely too big on me but I loved it. The smell of Jett Colby ran through my senses as I held on to his hand and waited for our limo to pull up. Once it did, Jett held the door open for me and I stepped in. Jett followed immediately and once the door was shut, he pushed me to the floor, pinned me down and hovered over me. I didn’t even see him swooping in. He blindsided me.

  Fucking stealth move.

  My chest heaved as I waited for whether or not he was going to give me a tongue lashing about the little fruit tart or if he was going to take me right there, on the limo floor. My entire body was screaming for the latter, practically begging.

  “Tell me what happened,” he said as his lips started to work my jaw.

  What were we talking about? What was I supposed to tell him? All my mind was thinking about was dick plus vagina makes me one happy girl.

  He stopped his lip magic and said, “You’re not talking.”

  “I’m sorry but it’s kind of hard to focus when you’re making out with my neck. Not that I’m complaining.”

  “Why don’t you like Keylee?”

  “Because she’s a skank. Why? Am I supposed to like her?”

  Jett let out a frustrated breath as he looked at me. “Why don’t you like her and you have to give me a reason.”

  “I told you,” I huffed out. “She was claiming you in the bathroom and was talking about Lot 17, whatever the hell that is and then before she left the bathroom, she was talking about how she was going to be in your club in no time. What the fuck does that mean? Are you going to make her a Jett Girl?”

  My gut twisted from the thought of the kiwi coming to work at the Lafayette Club. I couldn’t even toy with the idea, it made me sick to my stomach.

  “No, Goldie. I’m not. She is part of the elite crowd, she doesn’t need the Lafayette Club.”

  “Oh,” I replied as I read his underlining statement. She was too good for it, unlike me who wouldn’t survive without the club.

  “Don’t,” he reprimanded. “Don’t let one sour thought cross your mind, you got it?” I nodded and tried to keep my facial expressions even as my stomach continued to tie in knots.

  “I just don’t like her. She was too friendly with you.”

  “We’re friends, you know?”

  “You’re mine,” I shouted, making him jump back for a second, then the most delicious smile crossed his face.

  “Say it again,” he said in a husky voice as his chest heaved.

  “You’re fucking mine,” I stated as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to my lips. His forearms landed on the floor and he encased my face with his strong hands. His thumbs ran circular motions around my cheeks as he kissed me back, with the same force that I was kissing him.

  One of his hands ran down my side and connected with the opening of my slit where he guided my dress up a little farther. I waited breathlessly for his next move, for him to figure out my little surprise.

  His hand kept moving forward and once it hit my hip, he pulled away from me and looked down into my eyes confused.

  “Are you wearing any underpants?”

  With a smirk, I shook my head no.

  His jaw clenched as he studied me. I waited nervously for his reply.

  “When were you going to tell me this?”

  “I wasn’t,” I replied as I moved my hips into his, eliciting a groan from him.

  “You’ve been very naughty, little one, keeping such a secret from me.”

  “Isn’t naughty good?”

  “Do you have a response for everything?”

  “Almost always,” I said with a grin.

  He bowed his head and shook it as he tried to regain himself.

  The limo came to a stop and Jett looked up to see out the window. He got up off me and pulled me up onto the seat.

  He leaned into my ear as the car door opened and he said, “Your time is up, little one. Meet me in the Bourbon Room in five minutes. Stand in the middle, next to the table, wear one of your business shirts and make sure your hair is pulled back into a ponytail. I plan on riding the fuck out of you tonight while I grip that beautiful mane of yours.” He didn’t give me a chance to reply because he was out of the door in no time.

  Holy. Fucking. Hell.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Without Me”

  Jett

  I needed to calm my racing heart before I went into the Bourbon Room since it was going about a mile a minute right now. The night was a success for not just business reasons but also when it came to Goldie. Now that she is mine, I’m moving forward with the decision to claim her and I really felt like we made a connection tonight, we had an understanding for each other.

  I liked her being jealous about Keylee, it made me feel needed, something that I’ve been yearning for. Natasha did a number on me and now that Goldie, this strong and attractive woman has claimed me as hers, I’ve never felt so invigorated before. It almost seemed too easy with Goldie but I wasn’t going to think about that too much because she was what I wanted in my life, she was the missing factor I’ve needed and even though I erred on the side of caution, I was going to enjoy what I was willing to give her right now.

  Knowing she’s been waiting for me, I took my jacket and tie off and unbuttoned my shirt but kept it on as I rolled up my sleeves and headed to the Bo
urbon Room, I had some playing to do.

  When I entered the room, I was pleased with the purple lighting that lit up the sides of the walls and the lonely light that gracefully shone down upon Goldie who was standing next to the table with her Jett Girl attire on, besides her mask, and her hair pulled back. She was impeccable to look at. The perfect form of beauty was staring right back at me.

  Her eyes took in my entire body, starting from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Heat blazed in her eyes as I walked closer and I could not be happier with her reaction. She was giving me everything I needed, the confidence to approach her and the attraction to pursue such a fine specimen.

  When I reached her, I lifted her chin so I could look her directly in the eyes.

  “Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, no longer holding my breath for her answer because I knew, the moment I slipped my collar around her neck, she was mine and she would never deny me…ever.

  “I’m here to submit to you, Jett.”

  “Good, now walk to the bathroom,” I said while pointing toward a closed door. I knew she was slightly confused since she had never seen that part of the Bourbon Room before but with a nod, she started walking. “But first, unbutton your shirt for me and leave it on.”

  She lit up as she turned to fully face me and slowly, and like the man-eater she was, she unbuttoned her shirt, inch by fucking slow inch. She was driving me crazy and she knew it.

  Once the shirt was unbuttoned I was pleased with the fact that she was naked underneath, even though I didn’t ask her to be. It just made my job that much easier.

  “You please me, little one. Now, go.”

  With a smile on her face, Goldie listened to me as I followed close behind. The bathroom was quite large and was all white marble with large mirrors spanning from one end of the room to the other, exactly what I wanted.

  I went up behind her and turned her toward the mirror so she could see herself. She pressed her body against mine and tilted her neck to the side to make room for my head. We looked at each other in the mirror as my hands glided up her sides, underneath her open shirt.

  “Look at how beautiful you are,” I whispered into her ear as my hands found her hip bones.

  “You make me feel beautiful, Jett.”

  “Then I’m doing my job,” I replied as I kissed her earlobe. “Grip the edge of the counter with your palms down.” Moving quickly, she did as I told her. I pulled her hips out so she was now leaning over, making her breasts hang dangerously close to the opening of her shirt. She was so enticing.

  “Now hold still and don’t move.”

  I went into the Bourbon Room, grabbed my iPad and turned on “Without Me” by Fantasia and played it through the bathroom speakers. The beat was slow and methodic, perfect for what I had planned for Goldie.

  When I entered the room, Goldie’s eyes met mine in the mirror and I could tell at that moment that she was already wet without having to feel her. She was lit up with heat, for me.

  “I’ve been waiting too long for you,” she said.

  “With patience comes great reward, little one, a lesson that will do you well to learn.”

  I walked up behind her and gripped the back of her thighs, causing her jaw to clench and her eyes to close from the proximity of my hands. My thumbs ran up her inner thighs and just before they disappeared into her core, I pulled them away and ran them up her backside instead. As my hands ran up her plump ass, I dragged the hem of her shirt up as well, exposing her perfect backside.

  Her breathing kicked up as I looked up at her and squeezed her ass. Her eyes traveled down my torso as she licked her lips. Her blatant display of need for me was empowering. I loved her willingness to show me how much I turned her on.

  “Do you want me naked, little one?”

  “Oh fucking hell, yes!” she breathed out as my hands made slow motions on her ass.

  “Before I disrobe, tell me this, are you throbbing for me?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head.

  “Let me hear you say it.”

  She was still gripping the counter and leaning over so if I wanted to, I could set a glass of water on her back and it wouldn’t teeter over.

  “I’m fucking throbbing with need for you, Jett. I’m so wet.”

  “Are you sure? Should I make sure you’re not lying?”

  “Please God, yes.”

  I smirked as I looked down at her and could already see she was wet, I didn’t need to test her out and I wanted her to wait.

  “No, I trust your assessment.”

  “For fuck’s sake!” she practically shouted.

  The outburst warranted a slap to her ass so, I delivered. With a quick snap, my hand made contact to her exposed backside, making her moan out loud.

  “Oh fuck me,” she said.

  “Can I expect any more outbursts from you?” I asked as I held up my hand.

  “If it means I get slapped in the ass then fuck yes, because I think I just had an orgasm from that.”

  I leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, “You better not have because I didn’t give you permission, now did I, little one?”

  “No, but you can’t go and slap my ass while there is a fucking pool between my legs and expect me to act like it has no effect on me.”

  “You’re getting too lippy, little one. You can either mind your manners and keep your mouth shut or I can leave. Remember who runs the room in here.”

  Realization that she was falling out of her rule crossed over her features and she straightened her position and nodded her head.

  “Mmm, it pleases me to see you submit so easily to me, little one. Because you’re doing your best, I won’t leave you waiting too long.”

  I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the side. I watched Goldie the entire time in the mirror as I took off my clothes. Once I was down to just my boxer briefs and a rather impressive erection, I walked up behind her and rubbed my crotch lightly against her bare ass.

  Her head dropped as she took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions.

  “How do I feel, little one?”

  “So fucking good. You seriously have the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.”

  That made me chuckle even though I knew she meant it as a compliment.

  “Thank you. If you were in charge, what would you do with that beautiful dick?”

  I continued to rub against her as she answered me, “I would reach behind me and start rubbing you out until I was satisfied with your length, then I would have you fuck me hard from behind the whole time looking me in the eyes in the mirror.”

  Pleasantly surprised with her ability to read my mind, I said, “It looks like we have the same idea.”

  I lowered my boxer briefs and let my erection spring free. Her eyes widened as she took in my length. She swallowed hard and then made eye contact with me once again.

  “Before I let you stroke me, I have a couple of things I want to take care of first. I moved her so she was just a little farther away from the counter but not too far where she was uncomfortable. Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled below her and looked up to where her tits were hanging perfectly for me.

  Reaching up, I was pleased to see her nipples were already hard so with my forefinger and thumb, I rolled her little nubs between my fingers. Her head flew back and she cried out from the pleasure that was shooting through her. As I rolled her nipples, I looked down at her pretty little pussy and noticed how wet she was. I knew I had no choice but to taste her so I scooted my body down and spread her feet with my feet until she allowed my body to scoot between her legs. My one hand stayed and attended to her nipples while my tongue flicked out and made contact with her pussy. Her legs buckled from my touch, making me smile. My hand that was not on her nipples, ran from the edge of her pubic bone and up her stomach lightly. I watched her abs contract from my touch and her breathing hitch from the ministrations I was playing on her body.

  With great force
, my tongue pressed down on her clit at the same time my hand pinched her nipple.

  “Ahh, fuck!” she cried out.

  My hand that was gracing her stomach, went around her backside and found her vagina where I inserted two fingers easily, thanks to how wet she was. It was an awkward position for me, trying to keep in contact with everything but I kept up with my fondling and licking because the noises that were escaping Goldie were perfection.

  “Oh, Jett…oh, I’m going to come.”

  With that announcement, I pulled away and stood up behind her. Her breath caught as I left what I was doing. She remained calm though as I came up behind her. I grabbed both sides of her shirt and lifted them up to her back and tied them together so her breasts were exposed for both of us. They were a little pink from pinching them and I loved it.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I told her as my hand ran up her back and made her ass stick up even farther. “Do you remember what I told you in the car?” She nodded her head. “Do you know your safe word?”

  Her eyes shot up to mine and she nodded her head, letting me know that she had no intention of using it which was a relief. I was still reeling over the moment that she said alligator, it would take some time to get over but we’ve moved on. We were moving on together and I was adjusting for her, so we could possibly see a future.

  “Good. I’m going to fuck you, Goldie, and I don’t want your eyes to leave mine. Okay?”

  “Yes,” she responded.

  I entwined my hand around her hair so it was wrapped around twice. Her head tilted back slightly and I was nervous I might be hurting her so I asked, “Is this pressure good?”

  “It’s perfect,” she responded.

  With that, I didn’t take my time. With one quick thrust, I entered her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other pressing against her back. She used the grip she had on the counter to leverage against each thrust of mine so it felt like I was able to go even deeper than ever before.