Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (11 page)

Lining the walls in the back were four sets of black stripper poles that had cushioned purple platforms at the bottom. To one side of the room there were booths with curtains and on the other side was a bar. The room oozed sex and money, I was loving it.
 

I looked closely at the art on the wall and said, “Is that…a nipple?”

“Yeah,” Kace said while taking a seat in a black and chrome leather chair that had four legs and arms that were wide enough for the biggest of men to feel comfortable.
 

As I looked closer at all the art, I noticed that they were all body parts. Interesting.
 

“Whose nipple is it?” I asked, while sitting next to Kace. The chairs were beyond comfortable. If I was a man, I would just come to the club to sit in the chair.

“What does it matter?”

“Just wondering, jeeze. Sorry for asking.”

“Apology accepted.”

Infuriating man!

We sat in silence as we waited for the music to play. I continued to take in my surroundings and soak everything in when I asked, “So, how many Jett Girls are there?”

“Five, including you.”

“Five?” I wasn’t expecting five. I guess I didn’t know how many I expected. Man…that was a lot of women for a man to rotate. I was thinking maybe Jett went through three women at the most…but five. That was kind of bordering on being a man whore.
 

Before Kace could answer, Christina Aguilera’s voice blared over the speakers, followed by synchronized snapping. The lights dimmed dramatically and the beat of “Express” escorted the Jett Girls from behind the now-pulled-back curtains.
 

They walked in tandem while snapping their fingers next to their hips. It was the first time I got to see any of the Jett Girls and I was instantly intimidated. They were tall, blonde, except for one, and skinny as hell. They all wore red lingerie that showed off their amazing asses and bras that made their tits look like double D’s. I knew I was sitting there with my mouth wide open, gawking at them, but I couldn’t help it. I had some serious lady wood going on.
 

They strutted down the stage and moved in time with the music, popping their hips, dropping low and showing off every asset they had, but never really showing off anything. Their hair whipped to the side as they danced and they thrust their chests out to the beat. I was entranced, intrigued completely over the moon fucking excited that this was what I was going to be doing.
 

The girls were classy but sexy as fuck. I now understood the appeal of the club. The high profile business men who were part of the club got their Bourbon Street fix without having to live out the trashy atmosphere. The girls never had to be naked and they were never touched. This was heaven; this was where I belonged.
 

I just sat back and watched as the girls turned me on to the point of needing to maybe ease the ache that was throbbing between my legs in the bathroom. I glanced over at Kace quickly to see his reaction. He sat back in his chair, with his arms crossed, observing the girls. I took a quick glance at his crotch and was rewarded with a view of a nice bulge. Yup, I wasn’t the only one turned on by the girls’ performance.
 

As the music died down, they all sauntered off the stage behind the curtain. When the music stopped, I stood up and applauded.
 

“Holy shit, I need to go finger myself after that,” I said, while sitting back down.
 

Kace shifted uncomfortably in his chair and shook his head. “You have such a mouth.”

“Oh please, I see the boner you have going on. You can’t deny that.” I poked his leg as he swatted my hand away.

Kace looked down at his crotch and gave me an extremely brief smile, but turned back to his stern face. “If I don’t have a boner by the end of their performance, then Pepper is doing something wrong.”

“Pepper?” I asked.
 

“Yes, she’s in charge of choreography.”

“I thought you were,” I said with a wink.

“I approve it.”
 

Apparently, the man wasn’t up for joking…ever!

I looked around the room and said, “What are those booths for?”

Kace looked over to where I nodded and said, “That’s where the members go to relieve their stress.”

“As in…whack it?”

“Yes, Lo, as in whack it. After a lap dance, sometimes the members need to go take care of themselves. We offer them booths to do so, so they don’t walk out of here unsatisfied.”

It was still strange to hear Kace use my Jett Girl name, but it was starting to grow on me…but only a little.
 

I walked over to one of the booths and took a look inside. There was a purple crushed velvet bench that made me cringe at the thought of having to clean man juices from it and hoped to God that wasn’t a job a Jett Girl had to carry out. Beautiful and very tasteful pictures of naked women spanned the walls, just like the ones in the main room, but they were not zoomed in. I could see why this would be appealing.
 

“Wow, I mean, don’t they get embar…” I turned around and, standing behind me, were all four Jett Girls and Kace. Talk about intimidating. They were all the same height, which towered over me and they were all so damn beautiful.
 

“Come meet the girls,” Kace said, as he stood in a strong stance with his arms crossed over his very muscular chest, as if he was their bouncer.
 

I walked over to them and felt so incredibly inferior it was almost unfair. All I kept thinking as I got closer was, what the hell did Jett see in me and why did he want me to be one of his girls?

“Girls, this is Lo, she is on probationary terms right now and will be training to be a Jett Girl. She has the back room on the second floor in the servant’s wing. Lo, you can take your mask off.”

Listening to Kace’s command, I removed my mask, smiled and waved shyly at them. They all returned huge smiles back at me.
 

“Hi, I’m Babs,” one of the tall blondes said, as she held her hand out to me. “I have the most years on these girls as being a part of the club, so if you have any questions, let me know.”
 

“Thanks.”

“I’m Francy,” said the only brunette, who had a brilliant English accent. I wanted to jump her right then and there. God, she was sexy. “I know how to make a mean drink, which I will be teaching you, since I’m assuming you will be on drink duty for a while?” she asked while looking at Kace. He nodded, letting her know she was right.
 

“Great, I’m ready to learn,” I responded like a dweeb.

“I’m Tootse,” the shortest of the blondes said as she shook my hand. She was by no means as short as me, but the other girls had an inch on her. “I love making our costumes and helping design them with Jett. He’s been giving me more free range lately, since I’m earning my degree in fashion.”

“Did you design what you’re wearing right now?” I asked in awe, as I took in the costumes from a closer perspective. They were delicate, but racy at the same time.
 

“I did. Do you like?”

“Uh yeah, if I was a man, I would have creamed my pants when you girls walked out.”

They all laughed and then looked over at Kace. “Did you get wood?” He nodded and the girls clapped together. What a strange fucking thing, I thought, as I took in the scene. Would I be clapping with them one day for giving Kace wood? Did I want to? As I took in the brooding man I thought, yeah, I probably would.
 

The last blonde stepped forward and held out her hand, “I’m Pepper. It’s nice to meet you, Lo.” Her sweet voice did not match the bitch face she had going on. That face was screaming, ‘don’t fucking mess with me.’

“Nice to meet you too.”

“I’m the head choreographer and work closely with Kace on all the presentations. What you saw today was an authentic presentation, where we just dance for the men and leave. Usually after such a presentation, we are asked to give lap dances. Other times, we will be standing art or we’ll do acrobatics on rings or the poles, just all depends what the clientele is looking for that night.”

“What is your favorite sort of presentation to do?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Personally, I love the authentic presentation because I enjoy having the freedom of giving a lap dance after and then being done for the night. Sometimes still art or rings can be very straining and the next morning your muscles will be crying.”

“But we have personal masseuses for all the girls,” Kace chimed in. “Jett always wants to make sure you girls are taken care of.”

“My masseuse has a tight ass too,” Babs said as she smiled at Kace.

“Yes, the masseuses are the only men that are allowed to touch the Jett Girls.”

“I’m surprised Jett allows men masseuses. I would have assumed he would only want girls.”

“We went on a strike,” Babs giggled. “We said no more presentations until we got some man hands rubbing out our sore muscles. We said it was because they were rougher, but we just wanted a little more eye candy.”

“I like the way you girls think.”

“Alright ladies, please show Lo the ropes. Francy, she needs to learn drinks ASAP. We don’t have a presentation tonight, so I expect her to learn and know everything by tomorrow.”

Francy was about to answer Kace when there was a big slam that came from the top of the house followed by the bling of Kace’s phone going off.
 

He pulled out his phone and then looked up at Pepper.
 

“Bourbon Room. He’s in a mood. Don’t forget to change and put your mask on before you walk up there.”

Pepper nodded her head and went to the back of the stage.
 

“Alright, get to work.”

The girls nodded as Kace walked out of the room. The mood in the room changed dramatically after the text message. Kace said there was no drama or jealousies between the girls, but the minute Jett called on someone, the mood changed.
 

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, Jett is having a bad day; whenever that happens, he always calls on Pepper,” Francy answered.

“Oh, I know we’re not supposed to talk about it, but I’m just curious, how often do you girls go up there?”

“Francy and I never do really,” Tootse answered as she wrapped her arm around Francy’s waist.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked.”

The girls looked at each other and then laughed. “Kace didn’t tell you?” Tootse asked.

“Tell me what?”

“That’s Kace, never into details.” Tootse looked up at Francy and said, “Francy and I have been together for five years. We don’t go up to the Bourbon Room unless Jett just wants to watch us. He respects the fact that we are together.”

“As in you’re lesbians?”

They laughed and nodded their heads.

“Shit, that’s hot.” They continued to laugh and I realized I just said that out loud.
 

“It’s mainly Pepper and me who switch off,” Babs added. “But I’ll be leaving soon, so it will mainly just be you and Pepper. Jett and I are more friends these days than anything else.”

The thought that Jett only had two to three girls was a lot easier to swallow than five. I could handle having sex with a guy who was only banging two or three girls; that didn’t bother me as much, even though in the back of my head I thought it should, but I pushed that thought back where it came from.
 

“Alright, now that all that is cleared up, let’s get to teaching you some drink orders, shall we girls?”

“Let’s get started!” Tootse said, while clapping her hands.

“God, you’re adorable,” Francy said while grabbing her ass and walking her to the bar.
 

I was glad that girls were very welcoming, compared to what I had to deal with before. If I was working this club with any of the girls from Kitten’s Castle, we would probably be at each other’s throats by now. As far as I could tell, there was no cattiness, no back stabbing and no jealousies between any of the girls.
 

I followed the girls to the bar and paid close attention to everything Francy was saying. I wanted to make sure I didn’t give Jett or Kace a reason to kick me out of the Lafayette Club. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure I became a Jett Girl because, after what I saw today, I was meant to be up on that stage. I was made for this.

Chapter Thirteen

“Black Dog”

Jett

Files crashed to the floor as I threw them off my desk and then grabbed for my bottle of bourbon. Forgetting every ounce of class that was instilled in me, I drank from the bottle, without even considering pouring the amber liquid in a glass.
 

My dad was a sorry-ass motherfucker who would rather destroy his own family than spend one waking moment caring for them.
 

I just returned from a meeting with my lawyer and, not only was my father trying to steal a property out from under me, but he was doing it illegally by bribing the city officials who were selling it. Even though what he was doing was wrong on so many levels, as a father and businessman, what really was chapping my ass and sending me into a drunk oblivion was the fact that he was going to use the property to build a sky rise when the property clearly should be used as a park for the kids who were affected by Hurricane Katrina. I had been working with the Boys and Girls Clubs of New Orleans, planning out the space at Lot 17 and figuring out what the kids wanted. The park would cost the city and the Boys and Girls Clubs absolutely nothing; it was just something I wanted to do for my community, but it was being ripped from my grasp by my devil of a father.