Page 5 of Bourbon Sins
Kace finished his beer and put the empty bottle on the table as he watched Goldie converse with the bartender. I didn’t particularly care for the way she bent over the bar, showing off her ass and the way she joked around with the man who poured the drinks. Their close connection made me think there was something going on between them. I’d have to look into that.
“What makes you think she’s going to want to become a Jett Girl?” Kace asked.
I eyed Goldie up and down, taking in her entire body.
“She will. She has no choice in the matter. She is over fourteen-thousand dollars in debt and what I have to offer her will be something she won’t be able to refuse.”
I pulled out my wallet, placed a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table, along with a Jett card and got up.
“I’ll draw up her contract in the next couple of days. I expect her to make contact in that time-frame. Make sure you’re ready. I’ll be sure to have everything in place for you by the time she comes to us.” I was about to turn around when I said, “Make sure Babs is in the Bourbon Room, naked, by the time I get back to the club.”
With that, I left Kitten’s Castle, knowing very well I would never again return to the repulsive and distasteful establishment, because I would get what I wanted. I always did.
Chapter Three
“Teeth”
GOLDIE
The minute I turned my back and wasn’t watching the two men in the blackout booth, they fled. It figures . . .they were probably hideous. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I went over to their booth to clean up their bottles and glasses and I saw that they had left me: two, one-hundred dollar bills. I felt like my eyes shot out of their sockets, like some cheesy-ass Saturday morning cartoon.
I quickly grabbed the cash to hide it from Marv, but I was too late; he caught my wrist and brought it up to his eyes.
“I knew these men were going to be high rollers. I’ll put this in the community tip jar. Good job, Goldie.” He squeezed my boob before walking off with my well-earned money. The urge to drive my heel through the back of Marv’s head was overpowering, but I took a few deep breaths before I went off and lost my job.
“Stupid piece of shit, Marv,” I muttered to myself, as I cleaned up their table.
That was when I saw a black business card on the table . . . with my name on it. I picked it up and shoved it in my apron for later inspection. I couldn’t see shit in this crap hole and, knowing Marv, he would snatch it from my grasp before I even got a chance to look at it.
The night wound down and visitors to Kitten’s Castle either stumbled out the door or were carried out, but all in all, it was a good night. After my big tip from the mysterious strangers, I knew I was going to be going home with a good chunk of change that I’d be able to put toward my bills.
Carlos was cleaning the bar, while some of the girls swept the floors. The strippers made sure the poles were clean and waxed to perfection for the next night. Surprisingly, we kept the place pretty clean . . . well, clean enough. It was Bourbon Street, after all.
“Here’s your share,” Marv said, as he handed me an envelope. “Now, get out of here; I’m not paying you overtime.”
“Thanks, Marv. See you later.”
“You need to be walked home?” Carlos shouted from the bar.
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, handsome.”
“Anytime, baby girl.” He gave me a wink and turned his back to make sure all the liquor was in its proper place. I sighed as I thought about what a shame it was that he preferred a cock to a hole.
I headed back to the lockers and found Lyla waiting for me, dressed in black leather from head to toe.
“Where are you going?”
As I asked, my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my locker and took a look at the text message that came through on my phone.
Rex: We still on for tonight?
“I have a date with a dragon tonight.” Lyla answered, pulling me from my phone.
I turned and eyed Lyla skeptically. “Game of Thrones?”
She smiled. “Yeah, a viewing party over at Crystal’s place. You want to come?”
