Page 28 of Bourbon Sins
“Girls, this is Lo, she is on probationary terms right now and will be training to be a Jett Girl. She has the back room on the second floor in the servant’s wing. Lo, you can take your mask off.”
Listening to Kace’s command, I removed my mask, smiled and waved shyly at them. They all returned huge smiles back at me.
“Hi, I’m Babs,” one of the tall blondes said, as she held her hand out to me. “I have a few years on these girls here at the club, so if you have any questions, let me know.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m Francy,” said the only brunette, who had a brilliant English accent. I wanted to jump her right then and there. God, she was sexy. “I know how to make a mean drink, which I will be teaching you, since I’m assuming you will be on drink duty for a while?” she asked while looking at Kace. He nodded, letting her know she was right.
“Great, I’m ready to learn,” I responded like a dweeb.
“I’m Tootse,” the shortest of the blondes said as she shook my hand. She was by no means as short as me, but the other girls had an inch on her. “I love making our costumes and helping design them with Jett. He’s been giving me more free range lately, since I’m earning my degree in fashion.”
“Did you design what you’re wearing right now?” I asked in awe, as I took in the costumes from a closer perspective. They were delicate, but racy at the same time.
“I did. Do you like?”
“Uh yeah, if I was a man, I would totally be thrusting my penis in my hand right now.”
They all laughed and then looked over at Kace. “Did you get wood?” He nodded and the girls clapped together. What a strange fucking thing, I thought, as I took in the scene. Would I be clapping with them one day for giving Kace wood? Did I want to? As I took in the brooding man I thought, yeah, I probably would.
The last blonde stepped forward and held out her hand, “I’m Pepper. It’s nice to meet you, Lo.” Her sweet voice did not match the bitch face she had going on. That face was screaming, ‘don’t fucking mess with me.’
“Nice to meet you too.”
“I’m the head choreographer and work closely with Kace on all the presentations. What you saw today was an authentic presentation, where we just dance for the men and leave. Usually after such a presentation, we are asked to give lap dances. Other times, we will be standing art or we’ll do acrobatics on rings or the poles, just all depends what the clientele is looking for that night.”
“What is your favorite sort of presentation to do?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Personally, I love the authentic presentation because I enjoy having the freedom of giving a lap dance after and then being done for the night. Sometimes still art or rings can be very straining and the next morning your muscles will be crying.”
“But we have personal masseuses for all the girls,” Kace chimed in. “Jett always wants to make sure you girls are taken care of.”
“My masseuse has a tight ass too,” Babs said as she smiled at Kace.
“Yes, the masseuses are the only men who are allowed to touch the Jett Girls.”
“I’m surprised Jett allows male masseuses. I would have assumed he’d only want girls.”
“We went on a strike,” Babs giggled. “We said no more presentations until we got some man hands rubbing out our sore muscles. We said it was because they were rougher, but we just wanted a little more eye candy.”
“I like the way you girls think.”
“Alright ladies, please show Lo the ropes. Francy, she needs to learn drinks ASAP. We don’t have a presentation tonight, so I expect her to learn and know everything by tomorrow.”
Francy was about to answer Kace when there was a big slam that came from the top of the house followed by the bling of Kace’s phone going off.
He pulled out his phone and then looked up at Pepper.
“Bourbon Room. He’s in a mood. Don’t forget to change and put your mask on before you walk up there.”
Pepper nodded her head and went to the back of the stage.
“Alright, get to work.”
The girls nodded as Kace walked out of the room. The mood in the room changed dramatically after the text message. Kace said there was no drama or jealousies between the girls, but the minute Jett called on someone, the mood changed.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
