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“That’s none of your concern. Send Goldie up here.”
“No can do, dude. Remember, they hold the cards. Looks like you’ll be making friends with your hand tonight.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply because Kace hung up the phone.
“Fuck,” I muttered, as I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Goldie was a wild card that I should have known was going to cause me trouble and actually, now that I thought about it, I knew all along she was going to be causing me trouble from the start, but never did I think she would give me a case of blue balls.
When I had her in the Bourbon Room the first time, it was all for her pleasure, so I wasn’t able to ease the tension that had been building up in my body since the minute I laid eyes on her. I craved Goldie, my little one. I needed her and, damn it, I was going to see her tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Shots”
GOLDIE / LO
“I’m dying!” Francy said, as she buckled over in laughter while holding a shot glass. “I can’t believe you told Jett no. You’re my hero.”
“Seriously, Lo, what is wrong with you?” Pepper asked, as she downed one of the shots Francy made for us backstage. “Even when I’m not in the mood, I still go up there.”
“That’s because you’re a two-bit tramp plucked off the street corner,” Babs said, as she laughed.
“You’re one to talk,” Pepper countered, “You were two dicks away from conquering the entire French Quarter.”
I laughed as Babs just nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say, I had some really flappy meat curtains back then.”
“Don’t call them that,” Tootse said, as she clenched her legs together. “The visual makes me dry heave.”
“That’s just because you are used to my perfectly landscaped vagina,” Francy said as she kissed Tootse on the lips.
“True.”
I watched in admiration as Francy and Tootse didn’t hide their affection for each other. It was amazing to see two self-empowered women be proud of who they were, and not hide behind a façade. When I asked them what they were going to do after they were no longer Jett Girls, they both said they would open up a lingerie shop. Tootse was the talent when it came to design, and Francy was the brains who would run all the financials. They were the perfect match for each other.
“You lady crushing?” Babs said, while jabbing me with her elbow.
“No!” I said rather quickly, then followed it up with two more shots. “It’s just nice to see love come in all ways, you know?”
“We poop rainbows; what can we say?” Francy said, as she poured us more shots.
“That’s a visual,” Pepper muttered.
“Hey, if someone was going to poop in front of me, I would rather it be a fucking rainbow than actual poop,” I said, starting to feel the effects of my drink.
“Agreed. I kind of think a pile of rainbow in a toilet would be more inviting,” Babs added.
“For fuck’s sake, can we play a game or something?” Pepper asked, grabbing a shot and turning up the music so Lil’ John blared through the speakers telling us to “get the fuck out the club.”
Tootse sat up and handed everyone a shot. “Okay, the game is called confessions. We all go around in a circle, asking the girl to our right a question, any question we want and, if they answer, then we all have to take a shot; if she chooses to plead the fifth, she has to take two. Francy, baby, grab the Patron; we’re going to need it.”
“Sure thing, sexy.”
As Francy went to grab more tequila, I sat back and admired the girls. I don’t know if it was the alcohol blazing through my system, or the fact that I’d denied myself the Bourbon Room—even though I so desperately wanted to go up there—but the girls were starting to look good to me; I was thinking I might be “catching the gay” as Francy joked. It wasn’t like I’d never been around a gay person before, clearly Carlos was one of my best friends, but he was never open about it like Francy and Tootse. It was refreshing. There were so many stereotypes out there about gay men and women that were so not true, so it was nice to be friends with two lesbian women, who not only made you feel completely comfortable with their lifestyle choice, but blew all of those stereotypes out of the water.
Francy sat back down and started pouring even more shots. Fuck, I was screwed and I knew it.
“Alright, I’ll go,” Tootse volunteered as she turned to Pepper. Francy sat next to me and I sat next to Tootse, that way the couple didn’t have to ask each other questions. “Pepper, when was the last time you fingered yourself?”
