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“Yeah, Jett is having a bad day; whenever that happens, he always calls on Pepper,” Francy answered.
“Oh, I know we’re not supposed to talk about it, but I’m just curious, how often do you girls go up there?”
“Francy and I never do really,” Tootse answered as she wrapped her arm around Francy’s waist.
“Oh, I’m sorry I asked.”
The girls looked at each other and then laughed. “Kace didn’t tell you?” Tootse asked.
“Tell me what?”
“That’s Kace, never into details.” Tootse looked up at Francy and said, “Francy and I have been together for five years. We don’t go up to the Bourbon Room unless Jett just wants to watch us. He respects the fact that we’re together.”
“As in you’re lesbians?”
They laughed and nodded their heads.
“Shit, that’s hot.” They continued to laugh and I realized I just said that out loud.
“It’s mainly Pepper and me who switch off,” Babs added. “But I’ll be leaving soon, so it will mainly just be you and Pepper. Jett and I are more friends these days than anything else.”
The thought that Jett only had two to three girls was a lot easier to swallow than five. I could handle having sex with a guy who was only banging two or three girls; that didn’t bother me as much, even though in the back of my head I thought it should, but I pushed that thought back where it came from.
“Alright, now that all that is cleared up, let’s get to teaching you some drink orders, shall we girls?”
“Let’s get started!” Tootse said, clapping her hands.
“God, you’re adorable,” Francy said while grabbing her ass and walking her to the bar.
I was glad that the girls were very welcoming, compared to what I had to deal with before. If I was working this club with any of the girls from Kitten’s Castle, we would probably be at each other’s throats by now. As far as I could tell, there was no cattiness, no back stabbing, and no jealousies between any of the girls.
I followed them to the bar and paid close attention to everything Francy was saying. I wanted to make sure I didn’t give Jett or Kace a reason to kick me out of the Lafayette Club. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure I became a Jett Girl because, after what I saw today, I was meant to be up on that stage. I was made for this.
Chapter Thirteen
“Black Dog”
JETT
Files crashed to the floor as I threw them off my desk and then grabbed for my bottle of bourbon. Forgetting every ounce of class that was instilled in me, I drank from the bottle, without even considering pouring the amber liquid into a glass.
My dad was a sorry-ass motherfucker who would rather destroy his own family than spend one waking moment caring for them.
I’d just returned from a meeting with my lawyer and, not only was my father trying to steal a property out from under me, but he was doing it illegally by bribing the city officials who were selling it. Even though what he was doing was wrong on so many levels, as a father and businessman, what was really chapping my ass and sending me into a drunk oblivion was the fact that he was going to use the property to build a sky rise, when the property clearly should be used as a park for the kids who were affected by Hurricane Katrina. I had been working with the Boys and Girls Clubs of New Orleans, planning out the space at Lot 17 and figuring out what the kids wanted. The park would cost the city and the Boys and Girls Clubs absolutely nothing; it was just something I wanted to do for my community, but it was being ripped from my grasp by my devil of a father.
My family was never the happy-go-lucky kind you see on TV. It was a fucked up web full of lies and deceit. My father used my mom to have his own kin and the minute she gave birth to me, he divorced her and left her on the streets to fend for herself, claiming she was a drug addict and he wanted her nowhere near his son.
I grew up with the bastard, learning all his business skills and dealings, while my mom spent her days just like Goldie, serving up horny men, trying to make it day by day, no end in sight. I found out about her from my nanny, who was good friends with my mom. She would help me sneak out and see my mom when my dad was gone on business trips. My mom was so kind and caring, the exact opposite of my cold-hearted father; I decided that I would take after her, but use the skills my dad gave me for good. Which I have.
On my eighteenth birthday, I gave my dad the old fuck you and walked out on him. By then, I had my trust fund and already owned five buildings. I took those buildings and turned around the profit quickly, making business connections throughout the city and giving me the upper hand on my father.
I bought the Lafayette Club and moved my mom in right away; she stayed in Goldie’s room, because she loved the light that poured through the windows. By the time I was able to move her in, it was too late: she was dying from AIDS, and there was no way to save her. I made her as comfortable as possible for the rest of her days. On her death bed, I promised her I would find a way to help out women just like her, and I did.
That was when the Lafayette Club came into being. I knew who had money in the city— they were the same men my dad hung out with. What better way to gain a little revenge for my mom than by torturing wealthy men with sexy women who were near their grasp, women they were unable to touch or abuse. The price to be a member is astronomical, and the price to have a Jett Girl Lap dance could pay someone’s mortgage for a month, but these men had money to burn, and they burned it in sin at my club.
I heard the creak of the stairs and knew it was Pepper entering the Bourbon Room. I was too worked up to go in there just yet; I didn’t want to take out my anger on Pepper, even though it wouldn’t be the first time. I sometimes lost control after dealing with my father, and Pepper was the only one who knew how to handle it.
I tore off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air-conditioned room. It felt good; it felt like my body was finally cooling off. I downed some more alcohol and turned on my security TVs that showed different parts of the house. The other girls were in the Toulouse Room, teaching Goldie how to use the bar. She looked good in her dress shirt and heels. Like, I want to fuck her right now good. I looked her up and down on the monitor and felt the stirrings of my arousal. I couldn’t wait to take her in the Bourbon Room; she was so damn sexy.
