Page 36 of Bourbon Sins
I took in the scene in front of me as I approached the stage, 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 protected and could do whatever they wanted—like get a private lap dance 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, making my everyday moves a little sexier, pushing out my breasts and bending to show off my ass while I put down the trays. I was giving a little performance of my own.
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 sexual power over men. There was nothing they could do 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 would soon need refills. Francy always said to have some glasses lined up so they were ready before the men’s glasses were empty.
As I watched behind the bar, I saw Kace in the back by the doors with his arms crossed, 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 everyone was good to go. I checked to see if my wig was in place—that would be just like me, strutting around with my wig half-off, wondering why in the world everyone was gawking. But the wig was right where it was supposed to be. So why was he glaring at me like that?
Each girl was doing her 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 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 an ass,” 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 captured my attention, and even turned me on a little. 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, 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 by the man’s actions, I just stood there, immobile. Francy continued to perform. 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, and I pay a lot of money to relax.”
Kace walked over, grabbed me by the arm, and escorted me behind the curtain as I tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
Kace shoved me in a chair and said, “Don’t move.”
Warm amber liquid dripped down my face and chest as I watched Kace walk away. “Wait, who is going to take care of the drinks?”
“You sure as hell aren’t,” Kace said, before he went back out to the main room.
Fuck.
How the hell could I have screwed that up? I had everything lined up. I knew I was slightly distracted for a second while I talked to the girls and watched Francy, but I never screwed up drink orders, ever.
The other girls joined Francy out on stage and were getting ready for lap dances, so I sat in the back, alone and sticky, trying to figure out where I went wrong. Then it hit me, Jett saw everything. Instant mortification ran through my body as I thought about what he must think of me. I put my head in my hands and tried to slow down my now-escalated breathing.
I couldn’t believe my first presentation turned out to be a humiliating showing and I was dragged out of the room in a matter of seconds. Would I ever be invited back? They knew my Jett Girl name. Was this it for me?
After a while, Kace came storming through the curtains and looked down at me.
“Babs and Tootse are both giving free lap dances because of your fuck up. You owe them.”
“I don’t know what happened…”
