Page 24 of Bourbon Sins
Kace ignored my innuendo and continued. “Every first Monday of the month all the Jett Girls go for their monthly cleaning.”
“As in the dentist? I thought it was every six months. Is this Jett guy some sort of clean teeth freak?”
Kace ran his fingers over his eyebrows then looked at me. “Can you keep the snarky comments to yourself? Otherwise it’s going to take us for-fucking-ever to get through this thing.”
“You’re going to have to give me the number of that redhead because, clearly, she didn’t fuck you good enough.”
Once again, Kace ignored me and continued. I found it rather enjoyable to see how far I could push him.
“A Jett Girl cleaning is when you go to get tested, waxed from head to toe, hair and nails done, and refill your birth control. Although, at first you will have to get waxed more often, but we will put you on a schedule.”
I held up my hand, “Wait, tested? Birth Control?”
“We want to make sure that you don’t have any STD’s and getting pregnant is not an option.”
“I understand that, but every month?”
“It’s non-negotiable.”
“Fine, but you can tell Jett I’m on my own birth control.”
“Not anymore. You will be on the same birth control as the other girls, where you don’t get your period for three months.”
“Well, isn’t that nice,” I said sarcastically.
Kace flipped the page. “Like I said before, at the café, no other man is allowed to touch you, ever. This is for your protection and for Jett. He doesn’t like to share.”
“But we all have to share him?” I asked with a quizzical eyebrow.
“Yes,” Kace said matter-of-factly, as if the whole set up wasn’t weird at all. “The club members are allowed to look at you all they want, but never touch. They are allowed to request a lap dance, but their hands are tied or pushed to the side for your protection. Any lap dance you give, you get paid for and the money is put into your personal account. Any show or night you work, you get all the money that is earned, split amongst the girls. Jett doesn’t take any cut. You are the ones working; you are the ones earning the money.”
“Okay . . .” I drawled out. “So how does Jett make any money? How does he afford all of this?” I asked while waving my arms about the room.
A smirk crossed Kace’s face, but quickly vanished. “He doesn’t need the money, Goldie; he owns half of New Orleans. The club is for the girls, to get you off the streets and on track to a new start.”
“Interesting.”
Okay, so even though this Jett guy seemed like a total control freak, he was actually kind of a good guy in a weird kind of way. No matter what I thought about him, I would be giving him whatever he wanted because, after two of the most delicious croissants my tongue has ever tasted and a night of pure blissful sleep, I was ready to sign away my life to keep from having to go back to the old me.
“Do you have any tattoos?”
“No,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Good, we like to keep any telltale signs of who you are hidden.”
“Hence the mask and wigs.”
He ignored my comment.
“If you want to leave the house, you must clear it through me first. The Jett Girl schedule is hectic a lot of the time, so spontaneous trips out of the house are not welcomed. You have workout sessions in the morning, trainings and choreography throughout the day, and presentations at night.”
“Is that what you call them? Presentations?”
“Yes, you are presenting your body for the club members and that is it. Jett also watches, but you will never see him, which brings me to my next point.”
“Alright . . .”
“If you please Jett that night with your presentation, he will call you up to the Bourbon Room.”
