Page 27 of Bourbon Sins
“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, soaking everything in, until eventually 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 through. I was thinking maybe Jett went through three women at 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, snapping their fingers next to their hips. It was the first time I’d gotten 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 thrusted their chests out to the beat. I was entranced, intrigued, and 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 curtains draped down, I stood up and applauded.
“Holy shit, that was amazing. I feel like fucking someone after watching 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’m not turned on 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. 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. Gosh, they were so 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?
