Page 99 of Bourbon Deceit
“I bet it’s Jett,” Tootse said, poking one of my boobs.
I swatted her hand away and spoke into the phone, “Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“That’s okay, little one. I will—”
Before I could hear him finish, Pepper grabbed the phone from my ear and said, “Lo is ours tonight. Goodbye, Jett.” And with that, she hung up the phone, making the girls cheer and causing my mouth to drop open. Were people allowed to just hang up on Jett Colby like that?
She tossed the phone onto my lap then clapped her hands together.
“Francy, pull it out girl.”
Francy stood up and pulled a flask from the purse slung across her chest. She grabbed five shot glasses she’d brought over from the club and handed them out.
Apparently we were going to get shitfaced tonight because the dragon fire coming out of my shot glass singed my nostril hairs.
Pepper turned a dance party mix on her phone, set it to the loudest volume, and blasted us with a deep beat. We held our arms up in the air and swayed to the music as we counted off.
“To a night with the girls,” Tootse said.
“To a night without sweaty, fat man lap dances,” Pepper said.
“To a night of no Kace Haywood breathing down our necks,” Babs stated.
“To a night of pussies and tits,” Francy said.
“To a night of debauchery,” I finished.
We clinked our glasses together and chugged them, then held them out for a chaser of . . . another shot, and slammed that as well.
Tootse’s face cringed, Francy squealed, Babs shimmied and Pepper thrust her pelvis in the air, we were ready.
Bourbon Street was crawling with tourists, locals, street performers, and barely-covered women. I took a deep breath and swallowed the smell of booze mixed with the faint smell of bile . . . I was home.
Kace and Diego trailed us from a decent distance but always kept an eye on our movements. When Kace showed up, his heated gaze took in my apparel, making me shrink from his stare down. Then Diego walked in wearing a tight V-neck shirt, and all bets were off. We had two hot bodyguards, and the girls could not be happier about it. They were all swooning over Diego; I didn’t blame them.
“Where to first?” Babs asked as we walked by a duo of street performers dancing on some worn-out pieces of cardboard. The streets were barely lit by the lanterns outside of the establishments that flanked the street, and bar music and live bands competed with each other, coaxing the drunkards to spend more money.
“Daiquiris!” Francy fist pumped the air and took off to a corner bar where there were no doors, just a wall of fifteen different flavored daiquiris that would have you sitting on your ass in less than half an hour if consumed too quickly.
We all followed her and scanned the different flavors. They ranged from cherry limeade to blue cooler to witch’s brew.
“Five party animals,” Babs ordered for us while slapping down some money on the counter. “And we want the biggest fucking cups you have.” She winked at the bartender, who was covered in piercings and tattoos. He winked back and started making good on our order.
Francy grabbed my hand and started twirling me in the middle of the bar.
“Time to get loose, baby. You’ve been too tense lately,” she shouted over the music.
“That’s what happens when you take me away from my favorite dick,” I replied, making Francy throw her head back and laugh.
“Thank God I always have my little pussy cat next to me.”
We both looked over at Tootse, who was bobbing her head to the music and tapping her foot on a barstool. Babs had her arm around her and was twirling Tootse’s hair in her finger while Pepper humped the backside of Babs’s back. Someone must have started drinking a little earlier than the others.
“Baby!” Francy called out, waving Tootse over to us.
She smiled, grabbed three drinks that were already poured, and brought them over to us. The neon cups graced our hands and the straws, which were almost as long as the extra-tall cups, begged for our lips. With one sip of the freezing cold liquid, I knew it was going to be a long, inappropriate night for me.
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