Page 23 of Bourbon Deceit
I had a couple more lessons lined up with Miss Mary, but what I’d learned so far was that Jett socializes with a bunch of uppity frog warts and my nights accompanying him were going to be full of fake smiles and cheesy comments. Frankly, I didn’t care because if it meant spending more time with Jett, then I would do pretty much anything. I enjoyed our time in the Bourbon Room more than anything, but one of my favorite moments ever was when we were on the Steamboat Natchez, watching the river ripple and being encased by his firm embrace as we watched the big red paddle push us forward. That day was the best date I had ever been on and it was burned in my memory. I only wished he would ask me out again.
I knew that day was hard on him, we both opened up and shared with each other, me more than him, but still, it was the first glimpse I ever saw of the man inside the stoic shell and more than anything, I wanted to get to know that man better because what I did know, I liked a lot and could not stop thinking about.
“Good job tonight, ladies,” Kace said as he walked backstage.
All the girls were sitting in chairs, taking their usual shots and discussing the creeps they saw in the room during our presentation. We weren’t allowed to talk about them, but in our little circle we shared, because it was just too good not to.
“Did you see the guy with the neck pube?” Francy asked as she grabbed Tootse’s hand and pulled her onto her lap. Tootse didn’t put up a fight as she succumbed to Francy’s demand and placed her head on Francy’s shoulder.
“Neck pube?” I asked, trying to recall such a thing on one of the men.
“Yeah, seat six had a giant hair popping out of his neck that practically waved at us as we danced. The damn thing was so distracting.”
“How could you see from that far away?” I asked.
“Lo, the damn thing was as thick as a Red Vine and blacker than burnt shit.”
“How black is burnt shit?” Babs asked as she took off her mask.
“Black,” Francy replied, very sure of herself.
“I didn’t see it but now I wish I did. I’m really wondering about the color of burnt shit,” I replied with a smile.
“Smart ass,” Francy muttered as Tootse gave her a peck on the cheek.
“I’m sure the neck pube was real gross, honey. Yucky!” Tootse added, while scrunching up her nose. “I just don’t see why it’s so hard for men to stay trimmed. I mean, we keep things clean, would it be so hard for them to trim their neck pubes?”
“Fucking neck pubes,” I added to Tootse’s rant.
“I’m just grateful I’m a lesbian. Men are nasty,” Francy said.
“Not all men,” Kace gruffed out as he sat back in his chair with his arms across his chest.
I had to agree with that statement. Not all men was right, especially any of the men that were associated with the Lafayette Club. They were all fine specimens that God had graced New Orleans with.
“How was Miss Mary?” Pepper asked, pouring herself another shot. “I remember my first etiquette class with her. I thought she was going to slit my pussy open with the raw edge of that damn ruler of hers. That bitch is terrifying.”
I laughed from Pepper’s shiver.
“I’m pretty sure she had a crush on me,” Tootse said. “All she did was stare at my boobs.”
“I don’t blame her,” Francy added as she poked Tootse’s breast with her index finger.
“Stop that,” Tootse shoed her away. “We don’t want to get Lo all hot and bothered again.”
“Shut up,” I said while everyone laughed.
“I know lesbian things,” Francy joked, quoting me from one of my very intoxicated nights.
“Melons for sale!” Tootse added.
Everyone laughed, even Kace let out a little snicker.
“Ha, ha, you guys are so fucking hilarious. Taking advantage of the intoxicated is a crime, you know.”
“No it’s not.” Babs laughed. “And you wanted all of that, the girls just followed through.”
“They enticed me,” I said, defending myself.
