Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (14 page)

Panic surged through my body. No, he could not call me.
 

Goldie: That’s not a good idea. I have to go, Rex.

Rex: I don’t understand. Goldie, I left my wife, I was coming for you tonight. I want to be with you. I want you to move in with me. Where are you? I want to come and get you.

I buried my head under the water for a couple of seconds as I tried to take in what Rex just said. I thought, what if he was a week earlier or I had waited a little longer? I wouldn’t be in this contract with Jett and I could be living with a man who I liked, a lot. Who soothed me in every way possible in the bedroom and could take care of me.
 

Fuck.
 

Goldie: Damn it Rex. I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.
 

Rex: I miss you, Goldie. Please come back.

Goldie: I’m sorry Rex, I can’t.

A tear slid down my face as I texted Rex. I missed him too. How stupid was that? I missed a married man who used to pay me for sex. I had some serious issues.
 

Rex: I’m going to find you, kitten, and then I am going to make sure you never get past me again. You’re mine, kitten.
 

I didn’t text him back because I didn’t think it was right. How I longed to hear him tell me that a couple of days ago, for him to swoop in on his white horse and whisk me away, but life was different now. I had an obligation to another man that I had never met and, for some odd reason, I felt a strong loyalty to him.
 

I looked down at my phone and made a decision right then and there, I blocked Rex’s phone number. He would only screw up what I had going for me and who knew how long Rex would put up with me? Yes, his offer sounded amazing now, but what happened when he got bored of me three months later? I would find my ass on the streets with nothing going for me.
 

I was making the right decision. I was becoming a Jett Girl and that was what I needed to focus on…Not the what ifs and what could have beens. I was moving forward with my life, not backwards.
 

Chapter Fifteen

“Hell On Heels”

Goldie/Lo

I sat in my robe, on my bed, staring at the outfit I had to put on. I was currently so nervous that I felt like shitting my pants. I had a lot of confidence rolling into practice earlier, but now that I actually had to put my costume on and perform for the high society men, I was excreting sweat from every orifice of my body.
 

Babs helped me with my makeup, which I didn’t quite understand, since we wore masks, but once she outlined my eyes with thick black eye liner, I understood her motive. My eyes looked deadly, full of sin and ready to seduce.
 

All I had to do tonight was walk out on stage with the girls and then walk down the side steps and start serving drinks. The drink list was already laid out for me, so I didn’t actually have to talk to the men. I just had to look at the list that matched up with each seat, make their drinks and be sure that they never had to ask for a refill. I could to that…simple.
 

If it was that simple, then why was I sweating like a beast?

I shook my arms out and blew out a long breath.
 

“I can do this,” I said to myself, as I started to undo my robe.
 

There was a knock on the door just as I was about to put my robe on the bed, so I quickly put it back on and went to open my door.
 

Standing in the doorway was a big bouquet of yellow and orange ranunculus. Each flower was a deep orange in the center and faded out to a bright yellow on the edges. They were gorgeous.
 

The flowers were pushed into my arms as a man huffed behind them.
 

“These are for you. Don’t be late.”

Kace. Typical.
 

I put the flowers on one my nightstand next to my bed and admired the beautiful flowers that filled my room with cheerfulness.
 

I pulled out the card that was attached and read the note that was hand-written in a man’s chicken scratch.
 

Lo

These
ranunculus
reminded me of you because of their coloring. Bright and cheery on the outside, but dark and complex on the inside.
 

Tonight is the beginning of a fresh new start for you. Just relax and you will do amazing. You are here for a reason and it’s because I believe you are the perfect fit for becoming a Jett Girl.
 

Give those men something to talk about tonight. I will be watching.
 

-Jett

I let out a long sigh as I re-read the card…three times. God, I was acting like such a teenager, but I couldn’t get over the fact that a man I never met, but believed in me, sent me the most gorgeous display of flowers, but not just any kind of flowers, flowers that reminded him of me.
 

I didn’t even know the man and he was winning me over. How was that even possible? Maybe because of the fact that he was so elusive, I was drawn to his mystery. Still, he could be a total dog face boy and I would have no clue. But am I that narrow minded that he would have to be attractive in order for me to like him? I thought about that for a second and then came to the conclusion, he could be dog face boy, but he better have a rod for a dick.
 

Setting the card on the same table as the flowers, I looked at the bouquet one last time and then put on my outfit, which fit like a glove and felt unbelievable on my body. All the lingerie that was provided for me felt unbelievable. I was spoiled for sure.
 

Looking in the mirror, I fastened my wig, took a step back and looked at my entire outfit.
 

“Holy shit, I look hot!”

“Yeah, you do!” Babs said, as she came through my door. She had the exact same outfit on and almost looked just like me, but was about six inches taller; all the girls were.
 

“Tootse really knows what she’s doing with these outfits. I mean, fuck, I want to jump the both of us. Look at my tits,” I said, while showing them off.

“I know. You do have the best tits out of all of us.”

“What about Pepper?”

“Pepper’s are fake,” Babs said quietly with a smile.
 

“Huh, I wouldn’t have thought that was allowed.”

Babs laughed and said, “She didn’t get implants or anything, just a lift.”

“But she’s so young.”

“Didn’t matter, she had sag bags and wanted to take care of them. She does look much better now, she doesn’t need to roll them up anymore.”

I laughed, but then felt a little bad about talking about Pepper behind her back. Babs must have sensed my uneasiness because she reassured me by grabbing me by the arm and saying, “Don’t worry, we all pick on each other. It’s all in good fun. When you’re practically naked with each other every night, you’re bound to get really close and know everything about each other. You’ll see.”

Babs walked me downstairs, through the back so we weren’t spotted by any early-arriving members. This was it, my first presentation as a practicing Jett Girl. I just prayed to whoever wanted to listen to me that I didn’t fall flat on my face at any point in time during the night.
 

***

Music surrounded the room as I waited behind the main curtain with the girls. I knew I wasn’t showing like the other girls, but I still had to present myself and that was scary on its own. I always said I wanted to be on the stage, but now that I was there, I was scared shitless.
 

“Let’s go girls,” Pepper said, as the curtains parted and she led the line out to the stage.
 

We looked like a gang of dominatrices and we strutted like them too, with big steps and our chests puffed out. The lights that beamed down on the stage blocked out all of the faces of the men that were sitting around the stage, making my first showing less intimidating.
 

We walked to the end of the stage, called out our Jett Girl name when we hit the end and then walked to the back where the poles were. We were supposed to do something when we called out our Jett Girl name so I dropped my ass to the ground and slowly lifted it back up and used the most seductive voice I had. I wasn’t going to lie, I was feeling sexy as hell.
 

Once we all sounded off, I headed toward the bar while the girls got in their positions for the presentation. Kace helped the men get their drinks when they first arrived, but now it was my turn. There was an iPad at the bar that had all the men listed by chair and what they were drinking. It was an easy system to work with because if the men wanted a change, they just sent their order through the iPads they had in front of them and it was sent directly to me.
 

My first task when I got behind the bar was to pass out individual hors d'oeuvres that were set up by the chef. I took a look at the place settings, grabbed the first tray and started serving.
 

I took in the scene in front of me as I approached the stage where the men sat around and I realized why high society businessmen loved coming here. They got an amazing show, amazing food, good service, and it was completely private. We had a privacy clause so they were completely protected and could do whatever they wanted, aka get a private lap dance and then go jerk off in a booth after. Freaks.

I brought the first tray over to the men as they watched the girls perform on the poles. They were all so good; it was hard to take your eyes off of them.
 

In the back of my mind, I thought about how Jett said he would be watching me, it was reassuring, but also…a little fucking creepy. As I delivered the rest of the trays of food, I found myself swaying my hips a little more than usual and making my everyday moves more sexual by pushing out my breasts and bending in a way that showed off my ass while I put down the trays, just to put on my own show.

I saw the men check me out, watched their eyes wander to my chest and saw their hands itch to grope me, but they never did. It was refreshing and also intoxicating to have such a sexual power over men and they couldn’t do anything about it.
 

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with the girls, up on the poles driving the men completely crazy. I smiled to myself as I went back and started filling drinks for those who needed refills shortly. Francy always said to have some glasses lined up so they were ready when the men needed a refill.
 

As I watched behind the bar, I saw Kace in the back by the doors with his arms crossed and glaring at me, as if I had done something wrong. I quickly took inventory of all the members to see if they needed anything, but they were all good to go. Then I made sure my wig was in place because that would be just me, with a wig hanging half on my head half off and I wouldn’t notice, but everything was good. So why was he staring at me?

Each girl was doing their own solo dance now on a pole that came up from center stage and attached to the ceiling for stability. I wanted to see the inner workings of the Toulouse Room at some point because it amazed me how many different technologies and surprises kept popping up. I quickly ran to the back where Babs, Pepper and Tootse were while they waited for their turn.

“You girls need anything?” I asked.

“I think we’re good. How are you doing out there?” Pepper asked.
 

“Good but Kace is staring at me like I ripped his dick off and stirred the drinks with it.”

“He does that,” Babs said. “He wants to make sure you can handle the pressure.”

“He’s a dick,” I said, as I started walking back to the bar. “I’ll catch you girls later, knock them dead.”

I walked back to the bar while eyeing the men’s drinks and noticed a couple of them needed refills. I looked at their orders and the drinks I had lined up and put them on my tray accordingly. I grabbed the tray and started toward the stage again. Francy was doing an upside down slide down the pole that even turned me on and captured my attention. I handed out the refills, took the empty glasses and walked back to the bar.
 

Noticing that the food trays were now empty, I went back to the stage and started gathering them. As I reached down to grab an empty tray between two men, there was a warm splash of liquid squirted all over my face and chest.
 

I didn’t even know what hit me until a man started coughing and spitting up whatever was now in my mouth.
 

“Jesus Christ, what is this?” the man asked as he tossed his drink at me.
 

Completely shocked at the man’s actions, I just stood there, completely immobile. Francy continued to perform because one of the first rules of presentations was, no matter what happened, the girls were always supposed to perform.
 

Another guy tossed his drink toward me and said, “Fuck, I think I got your piss poor Scotch, George.”

The man who originally spit all over me, looked at me with complete and utter disdain in his eyes. “You dumb whore, is it really that hard to get drinks correct?” he yelled over the stage and said, “Kace, I would like this girl removed for tonight. She has ruined my time tonight and I pay a lot of money to relax.”