Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

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  “I’m pretty sure my bra snapped loose a half hour ago,” I slurred over the pounding music that was radiating off the walls of a very small and very smelly bar we found. “Look at how jiggly my tits are,” I said to Babs as I shimmied at her.

  Babs stood up straight and pulled my tank top off my chest and looked down my shirt. She nodded and said, “Yup, you got some free boobies going on there.”

  “Shit, how did that happen?” I asked as I swayed to the music.

  “Probably around the same time you decided to tie your leather jacket around your head like a turban,” she said while swatting one of the sleeves that kept dangling over my forehead.

  “You have to admit though, it’s one hell of a fashion statement.”

  Babs leaned forward and said, “I’m pretty sure I saw some girls wearing their jackets just like that in the bathroom but couldn’t pull it off like you can.”

  “It’s not for everyone,” I said as I showed off my turban, framing it with my hands.

  “Just gorgeous,” Babs encouraged me.

  “Ah beh dink ferg, Mama.” Tootse came tumbling in sucking her thumb and holding on to her right breast.

  “What?” Babs asked. “Was that English?”

  I was hammered but even in my drunk state I couldn’t translate what Tootse was trying to say.

  “I don’t think soooo,” I said while dancing in a circle.

  Francy pulled up next to Tootse and wrapped an arm around her. “Time to say goodnight to your friends. You’re drunk, sweetheart, and you can bet your ass I’ll be taking advantage of you.”

  “Aww, lesbian sex,” I cooed as my hands started to wave in the air.

  “Just sex,” Francy corrected me. “You don’t have to put lesbian in front of it.”

  “But it sounds so much cooler.” I continued to sway as I said, “I was a lesbian once, then Jett came and licked my pussy…saddled me right back on the bologna pony express to pleasure Ville.”

  “I heard that’s off Dick Drive and Cunt Circle,” Pepper said as she handed out more shots.

  “You might want to take her back too.” Babs laughed while pointing at me.

  “What? Nah! I’m a peach. A damn peach.”

  “You’re a peach all right,” Babs retorted.

  “Are you going to lick my peach?” Tootse pouted to Francy.

  “Christ,” she mumbled while pulling her in tight. “I’m taking off ladies. Apparently there is some ripe fruit waiting for me.”

  “I can’t take the visual,” Pepper said as she cringed after taking her shot and Tootse’s since she was out of commission now.

  “I can!” I shouted as I used the now empty shot glass as my telescope. I zoned in on Tootse’s cleavage and said, “Ahoy matey, we got here an erect nipple.” My finger flicked her nipple, making her squeal.

  “That tickled. You tickled my tit.” Tootse burst out in laughter. “Tit, my tit. Tit, tit, tit tickler. She’s the tit tickler.”

  “And that’s my cue,” Francy said as she blew kisses to us and pulled Tootse out of the bar.

  “That should be my stage name!” I all of a sudden became excited. I ran to the bar, asked for a pen and grabbed a napkin.

  “What are you doing?” Babs asked as she looked over my shoulder.

  “Two dots and there!” I said as I held up my napkin.

  “Tit Tipper?” Babs asked with a confused look.

  “What?” I turned my napkin around and looked at it. “Oh shit, I meant tickler.”

  Babs and Pepper burst into laughter. “You’re so twisted.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and put the napkin in my shirt so the writing hung over my breasts. I shimmied at them and said, “Watch out, the tit tipper is going to get you.”

  “That wouldn’t be the worst thing,” Pepper said as she motioned to the bartender for more drinks. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, I was at my limit. One more might be sending me down to tile town to meet up with the porcelain gods and that was a visit I really didn’t want to make.

  “I think I want some water,” I said to the bartender who looked me up and down and nodded in agreement. Fucking judger. As If I was the worst thing that crossed Bourbon Street.

  I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar and instantly understood why the bartender was handing me a tall glass of sober-inducing water.

  My hair was sticking out at all ends thanks to my leather jacket turban, my makeup was smeared down my face from sweat and my bra was practically falling out of my shirt from being unattached. The only classy thing about me was the sign hanging out of my chest and that was bordering classy.

  “Holy shit, I’m a hot mess,” I announced to the girls.

  Babs looked me up and down while taking a sip of some kind of red concoction in her hand. “I’m surprised you just noticed that. You were at hot mess status an hour ago when you started pelvic thrusting one of the hobo’s dogs on the streets.”

  My head snapped up to Babs in disgust. “Please tell me it was at least a German Shepard.”

  “What is wrong with you?” Pepper laughed.

  I shrugged and we all leaned against the bar to survey the dance floor.

  “A lot of tuna flakes out there tonight,” Babs said.

  “Tuna flakes?” I asked while sucking down my water.

  “A nicer way of saying pussy ass hoes.”

  “Oh.” I nodded as if that made complete sense.

  “If they’re pussy ass hoes, what does that make us?” Pepper asked.

  We stood there for a second until I raised my hand.

  “Yes, Lo?” Babs called on me.

  “We’re a trio of bitch-a-corns.”

  “Bitch-a-corns?” Pepper and Babs asked at the same time.

  “Bitches but by far superior. The most majestic and beautiful bitches you will ever meet. We shit rainbows and fart rainbow dust. Our tits are sparkling orbs and when a man sinks into our pleasure hole, he is touched by a leprechaun’s teat, blessing him with multiple orgasms in one night.”

  “Well shit,” Pepper said as she took a sip of her drink. “I had no clue my pussy was so goddamn sacred. I would have wiped it with fucking sheets of gold if I knew the powers it had.”

  “Common mistake,” I responded. “You never know of your pussy powers until one day, you’re just sitting and a little man in a green hat pops out of your pussy, waves and pops back in. That was how I found out.”

  “Yeah, time to call Kace,” Babs said as she looked me up and down. “I’m calling it, you’re toasted.”

  “Wait!” I held up my hand. “I need to go to the bathroom. I think I might pee my pants.” I held my crotch like a two-year-old and danced around.

  Babs shook her head and said, “Go to the bathroom, I’ll text Kace to take you home.” She patted me on the head and continued, “It’s beddy bye time for Lo.”

  I nodded and took off toward the bathroom. My legs wobbled in the three inch heels I was wearing as I tried to avoid the dancers that kept getting in my way to the bathroom. A couple that was one pair of underwear from being ripped off bumped into me while their tongues massacred each other.

  “Blek, gross. Get a room,” I said maturely as I pushed them back. They remained unaffected by my assault. Someone else bumped into me, this time it was a frat boy with a neon light-up necklace wrapped around his face.

  “Douche bag,” I called out as I walked past him, sticking my foot out to trip him which I failed at because what I thought was his leg was actually a bar chair. I stumbled forward from tripping myself and ran into a strong pair of arms.

  “Well, hello.” I looked up but didn’t recognize the man holding my hands. “Ooops, sorry about that tall, dark and handsome.” I tried to pat his chest but he wouldn’t let go of my hands.

  “Your hands are nice and moisturized, mister, but I’m pretty sure we passed that point of accidently holding hands and now we’re bordering creepy so if you don’t mind letting go…”
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br />   Before I could react, the man let go of my hand and lifted his elbow which connected right next to my right eye, pitching me into a plain of darkness. The last thing I remember was falling to the floor while saying, “Captain Throwin’ Bos!”

  Chapter Thirty Two

  “Ain’t it Fun”

  Jett

  “Yes, Jeremy. I would prefer to not look like a damn moron at the Mayor’s Ball.”

  “Well, I just figured since you already had three tuxes that you wouldn’t want another one.”

  “Assuming is never a way to conduct business, Jeremy. Have my measurements sent to Armani and make sure the tux is ready by Wednesday in case there needs to be any adjustments.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jeremy said over the phone. “Do you want a town car or limo?”

  I mulled over Jeremy’s question. Limo sent the sign of high importance but also was more intimate when it came to bringing a date and I didn’t want to give Keylee the wrong impression. It was bad enough that I had to go shopping with her for a damn dress. What woman couldn’t go shopping by herself? A town car would be less intimate but it was more reserved, less elegant.

  “Can I offer a suggestion, sir?” Jeremy asked, sensing my hesitation.

  “Please.”

  “Maybe for appearances, you come in a limo.”

  Jeremy was right. I was attending the Mayor’s Ball to obtain an image and I needed to stick with that. I ran my hand over my face as I thought about the night. It was the last fucking thing I wanted to attend, especially with the clingy Keylee but it was the finish line, the end to this madness.

  “That’s fine.”

  “Are you sure, sir?”

  “Yes, book it Jeremy.”

  I listened as he tapped away on his third appendage, his iPad, and waited until he was done.

  “Do you want to send over anything to Ms. Zinc before the event?”

  “No,” I said without flinching. “This is purely business. I don’t want her thinking anything else.”

  “Okay, I just didn’t want to be rude…”

  “Business, Jeremy, there is nothing rude about it.”

  “Yes, sir,” he said weakly.

  “Have you heard anything else about my father’s plans for Lot 17?” I’ve been dying to ask Jeremy for a while but I didn’t want to bombard him. He did just start up with his new group and I didn’t want him to feel like a spy but I couldn’t help it. I had to fucking know.

  “Not about Lot 17 but about something else.”

  “What?” I asked as my muscles tensed.

  “According to some of the girls that work with him or for one of his companies, he’s started auditioning…women.”

  “For what?” I was pretty sure I knew what but I wanted Jeremy to confirm.

  “He has a new club that he is testing out in one of his hotels. It’s locked down security wise. Apparently you have to have some kind of clearance to enter and entry is only granted after a finger print and eye scan.”

  A burst of laughter wanted to escape me but I kept my professionalism around Jeremy. “You have to be kidding me.”

  “I’m not. It’s of the highest security. No one can get in unless your dad knows about it.”

  “Interesting.” I ran my hand over my chin as I thought about what he was trying to plan.

  “According to one of the girls I talk to in my group, he is asking the girls who are auditioning if they would audition nude. There is a privacy clause before they can even speak to your father.”

  “Nude?” Fuck, he was most likely starting up an illegal sex club. I could only imagine what he had plans for.

  “Yes, if any of the girls speak about it, they pretty much can kiss everything they have and all their future possessions goodbye. That’s how tight-lipped it is.”

  “How did your friend find out?”

  “She was processing the privacy clauses and happened to glance down at them. She wasn’t able to read that much but she got the jest of it all.”

  I nodded even though he couldn’t see me and filed that new information in the back of my head for another day. Right now I had to focus on getting through the Mayor’s Ball.

  “Thank you, Jeremy.”

  My phone beeped, indicating I had another incoming call. I pulled it away from my ear to see that Kace was calling me. There could only be one reason why Kace was calling me while he was watching over the girls while they had their fun.

  Goldie.

  “I will talk to you later, Jeremy. Please arrange those items we talked about.” I didn’t let him respond as I kicked over to the other incoming call. There was a loud beat playing in the background and a lot of drunk screaming which irritated me instantly because all I wanted was to hear what Kace had to say but I could tell it was going to be difficult.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Goldie.” With that one little word, I felt my heart drop and my pulse start to pick up. I sat up in my chair and placed my head in my hand, trying not to pull out every last strand of my hair.

  “What’s wrong? Is she okay?”

  “She was knocked out by some big guy. I didn’t see it coming because he was nowhere near her until she tripped and fell into him.”

  “What did he do?” I asked, pressing my other ear, hoping it would help me hear Kace better.

  “Knocked her in the head, she flew to the side and hit her head on the corner of the bar. Diego is taking her to his place now. She’s going to be okay, we have a doctor coming over to check on her and stitch up a cut in her hairline that she obtained when she hit the bar.”

  I stood up and started for my door when I heard Kace say, “Don’t, dude. Sit back down. You can’t see her.”

  “Why the fuck not?” I asked angrily, not liking being told what to do.

  “There was a…” his voice cut out.

  “What?” I asked while raking my hand through my hair.

  “…was a…” he cut out again.

  “Fucking Christ,” I screamed into the phone. “Get out of the goddamn bar!”

  Kace was silent as I listened to the bar music fade out and then the slam of a car door.

  “I’m being followed, dickwad,” Kace said.

  “Shit. Did they know you were with Goldie?”

  “I’m pretty sure. When she went down, I kept my distance but I was still in the same bar as her. They could probably put two and two together.”

  “I knew this wasn’t a good fucking idea. Why did I let them go out there?”

  “Because they need to have lives too, Jett.”

  I blew out a frustrated breath and itched to throw something against my wall but refrained.

  “What were you saying in the bar when I couldn’t hear you?”

  Kace took a deep breath and then said, “There was a note tucked into her shirt.”

  “What did it fucking say?” I grew angrier every minute.

  “It basically issued you a warning. Next time, he won’t be as nice. You have to choose, Jett.”

  “Fuck,” I said as I sat in one of the chairs in my office and placed my elbows on my knees and sunk down. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I asked dejected.

  “Well, you need to stay the fuck away, that’s for damn sure. If they see you leave your place now, they’re going to know where you’re headed and it will blow everything. You need to keep your space.”

  “I can’t keep my fucking space when my girl is fucking bleeding out of her head and could possibly have some kind of concussion. Fuck, Kace!”

  “Getting mad is not going to do anything,” Kace pointed out. “I know that you’re itching to…” Kace cut out for a second as I heard him mumble a curse word.

  The sound of shattering glass echoed through the phone as I heard Kace grunt and swear some more.

  “One more move and I’m going to blow your fucking head off,” came a distant voice. My breathing grew silent as I tried to listen to what was happening. “Tell your friend that his precious l
ittle slut isn’t the only one we can harm.” With that, a gun shot went off, sending a blinding noise through the phone.

  A sickening feeling crawled up my spine as I stood and paced my office. I knew better than to start shouting through the phone, in case they could hear me or they picked up his phone. There was a light moan in the phone, indicating that Kace was hopefully still alive.

  Bile rose to the top of my throat as my heart sank for the two most important people in my life.

  “Fuck,” Kace mumbled over the phone. “I’m going to be home late tonight, sweetheart,” Kace said in a groan.

  “What the fuck? Are you okay, Kace?”

  “Bastard shot me.”

  “Where?” I headed for my bedroom and started pulling out all the dark clothes I had, I was sneaking the fuck out.

  “In the arm, grazed my skin but I’ll need stitches.”

  “Christ. I’m coming to get you.”

  “Stay the fuck where you are,” Kace spoke with anger. “I swear to God, Jett, you have to stay there. It’s the only way this is going to work.”

  I sat on my bed and felt deflated, useless, helpless. I was mad at myself, for letting this go too far, for being too stubborn about Lot 17. I should have given it up earlier and then none of this would have happened.

  “I’m going to call him. Tell him Lot 17 is all his. I don’t want to deal with this bullshit anymore.”

  “To hell you are,” I heard Kace say as his car started. The fucker was going to drive himself to the hospital. “If you do that, you’re showing so many weaknesses that now it’s Lot 17 but later on it’s something else like your club. You can’t give him that. I’ll make sure Diego takes care of Lo. You hold strong, go to the Mayor’s Ball and fuck his shit up afterwards.”

  “Will this ever stop?” I asked, showing vulnerability.

  “I don’t know but what I do know is that I can’t drive and talk to you with a shot arm at the same time. When I’m done at the hospital, I’ll see you later. We’ll find a way to pay back that dickhead for what he did to Lo.”