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“You weren’t focused; that’s what happened. I told you this was serious shit. These men are powerful and they will tear you apart if they don’t like what they see.”
The music died down as the girls started trickling to the back. Depending on the night, presentations could be as short as half an hour, due to a private meeting the men needed to have, or a couple of hours. We did our job and left for the night, no philandering, no mingling. Apparently, we were done for the night, now that the girls were in the back with Kace and me.
“Good job, girls,” Kace said as he looked at all of them. “Babs, Tootse, sorry about the free dances.”
They shrugged their shoulders as Babs looked at me and asked, “Are you okay, Lo? Those men were completely out of line.”
“No they weren’t,” Kace cut her off.
I felt a tear fall down my face and forgot I didn’t have my mask on anymore, so everyone could see it. Babs got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around me.
“It’s okay, Lo. We’ve all messed up at one time or another. I’ve fallen on my ass doing a pole dance. Pepper fell off the stage once.” I looked over at Pepper as she nodded her head. “Francy, I believe, passed wind while giving a guy a lap dance once.”
“Yeah, I definitely didn’t get tipped that night.”
A snort escaped my mouth as I thought about beautiful Francy blowing a warm one on a man while trying to be all sexy.
“And before we had no-slip grip on the stage, I was known for sliding down the stage on my heels,” Tootse added.
“See?” Babs said. “It’s okay.”
“Enough with the after-school special,” Kace interrupted, but he was stopped by a text message alert. He pulled out his phone and quickly looked at it, then looked at me. “Babs, Bourbon Room.”
My heart felt like it got pushed down into the ground at the thought of Babs being able to please Jett so much tonight that he wanted her up in the Bourbon Room. He probably wanted nothing to do with me.
Babs started to move but Kace stopped her. “Hold on, Jett wants me to meet with him first about tonight. I’ll text you when to come up, Babs.” Kace eyed me and said, “You’re dismissed.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if Kace meant I was dismissed for the night, or dismissed for good.
I pulled off my heels, grabbed my mask, and headed back to my bedroom. I walked in, and the overwhelming aroma of the flowers that were delivered earlier filled the air. I refused to look at them. I didn’t deserve them. I was a complete failure. Jett believed in me—trusted me to represent his name and his club—and I’d completely failed him.
I turned on the bath, tore my clothes off, and soaked my sorrows away. If this was my last night in this beautiful house, I was going to enjoy it.
Chapter Sixteen
“Madness”
JETT
The minute I saw Goldie sound off for the first time, I was enthralled. For some reason, the little honey-haired girl had captured me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I yearned to touch her and feel her soft skin, but I knew it wasn’t time yet. She wasn’t ready, so I continued to tell myself to have patience. I would eat up my anxiety with another girl for now.
I had just sat down in my chair to enjoy my dinner when I saw George spit his drink all over Goldie. I stood up and looked closely at the TV, watching the whole scene play out. I zoomed in on Goldie’s face; she looked completely humiliated. A tight vise wrapped around my heart when I thought about how she might feel.
The man screamed for Kace and Kace took Goldie to the back room, not using much grace. Rage boiled through my blood as I thought about how poorly Kace handled the situation. We never let members treat our girls like those two men did, throwing their drinks at her and demanding she leave.
Most businesses run by the motto that the customer is always right, but I didn’t. I ran with the idea that the Jett Girls were always right. They came first, before anyone else, no questions asked. The way I saw it, Kace escorted the wrong person out of the room.
I sent a quick text to let him know I wanted Babs tonight. I also told him to get his ass up to my office as soon as possible.
I sat back in my chair, finished my dinner, and waited for Kace to arrive.
There was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I said, as I wiped my face with my napkin.
Kace walked in and slouched in the chair that was sitting directly across from me. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at me as if he didn’t do anything wrong.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I asked, trying not to reach across my desk and punch a hole through his face.
“She fucked up; she needed to learn her lesson. She wasn’t paying attention.”
