Page 31 of Bourbon Sins
How much bigger would I seem if it was Goldie under me; she was tiny. The thought led me to think about what her tiny body would feel like straddling my six foot three frame. I knew it was going to be fucking good with her, I could tell by the way she maneuvered her body, the way her eyes sparked when she spoke, and the smart mouth she carried around.
Patience, I told myself. I needed to create anticipation within her before I invited her to play. Without anticipation, she would be less likely to join and submit. I just needed a little bit of patience and then I would be rewarded, just like I told my girls.
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After Pepper leftthe Bourbon Room, I tuned back in to my security cameras to see what the girls were up to and to make sure they were welcoming Goldie with open arms. Sometimes when you put women together who didn’t know each other prior, they could get catty especially when they were all supposed to share a man; that was why I was checking in.
They were all gathered around the bar, laughing, drinking, and lounging in their lingerie. Any man, especially a horny one, would get off from the sight. It was a great scene to watch, but I was nervous, because it seemed like they were starting to get a little too loose. The alcohol was starting to go to their heads and Lord knew what the fuck would happen once they got too loose. There had been nights when I had found all of them wandering out back, completely naked and singing some Beyoncé song. Watching Kace trying to wrangle them all inside was one of my brighter moments. The man hated me that night, but I loved every second of it. I sent a text down to Kace.
Jett: It’s getting late; send the girls to bed.
Kace: Got it.
Kace was a man of few words and he suffered from demons just like I did, every damn day of our lives. We had different demons haunting us day in and day out, but demons nonetheless. I believe that was why we stayed friends all these years. I met him when I was in high school, he was the jock and I was the smart ass always coming up with ideas to get us in trouble. Seventeen years later, we are both thirty-three and still suffering from our past decisions.
I watched as Goldie walked back to her room with assistance from Kace.
“Why are you so moody all the time?” Goldie asked, flinging her arms about, giving Kace a serious run for his money. I chuckled to myself at the fiery spirit of my little one.
“And where is Jett? I mean, is the man so ugly that he can’t show his face just to say hello and see how I’m fitting in? Does his face look like an butthole?” she slurred, as she bounced against the walls.
“You know he can hear you, right?” Kace let her know.
“What do you mean?” She stopped in her tracks.
“There are cameras all around the house, except in the rooms of the Jett Girls; that’s the only privacy you get around here.”
“Are you shitting me?”
I laughed to myself at her very Bourbon Street-like response. She was definitely a hellion.
“No, now come on. I don’t want to be babysitting your ass anymore.” Kace grabbed her by the arms and guided her toward the end of the hallway.
She pulled her arm away and said, “I don’t need a babysitter, especially one who so desperately needs to get some. God damn man. You’re such a bastard, you know that?”
Kace threw his hands up in the air, giving up, and then looked straight at the camera in the corner. “I give up. She’s close enough; deal with it yourself if you’re not happy.”
I just laughed and let Kace walk off, leaving Goldie in the hallway with her mask hanging off one of her ears and her shirt buttoned up all askew. She was a sight . . . that was for sure, but a sight I wanted so desperately to bury myself deep down in.
She walked closer to the camera and looked up at it. If she had a ladder, she most likely would have tapped the damn thing.
“I see you in there,” Goldie said, as she waved with her right index finger. She is so drunk. She leaned up against the wall and stared at the camera. “I’m sorry you’re so ugly that your face looks like a cow’s vagina. I can understand why you don’t want to be seen, because of vagina face and all. God, that must be hard to deal with, and the smell . . . fuck, no wonder you pay ladies to be near you. You have a juicy cow vagina smell coming off your face.” She shivered and sighed, “Fucking cow pussy.”
A huge smile was plastered across my face as I watched her in her drunken state. God she was adorable, even though she was insulting the hell out of me and calling me a vagina face.
“Makes me wonder, if you have a vagina face, does that mean you have to go to your ‘monthly cleaning’ like every other girl in this house?” she said with air quotes. “I sure hope so; you don’t want an infection.” She shuddered. “Gross, could you imagine your vagina face with an infection? Fuck . . . that is some stank shit you got going on.” Is it me, or does the Bourbon Street really flow out of her when she’s plastered?
She looked around the hallway and grabbed the mask that was hanging off her face and started waving it in front of her.
“God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I am.” She grabbed her shirt and tore it over her head, exposing her beautiful curvy body. “It’s hot,” she repeated. “Is that a ringing noise? Are you calling me? She looked down and then bent over and grabbed one of her heels and held it up to her ear as she slid down the wall of the hallway.
“Hi, you have reached Goldie, sorry I couldn’t take your call, vagina face, but I’m sure you would have made me cream my pants with that gorgeous voice of yours. It’s just such a shame that you’re a cooter head.” She exhaled and dropped her shoe-phone on the floor and slid further to the ground so her head was lying down.
“Vaaaaaa-gggggiiiiinaaaa, Jett has a . . .” her voice trailed off as she passed out in the middle of the hallway. I waited a couple of minutes until I knew for certain she was passed out, and worked my way down to her hallway so I could put her in her bed. I didn’t want my little one to wake up with a kink in her neck and have to have a masseuse touch her beautiful body before I got the chance. For some reason, I was extremely possessive of the little firecracker, and I didn’t want anyone else touching her.
I tried to think of the reason why I felt such a strong connection to her, but the only thing that kept coming to mind was the way I first ran into her. Could two people really be drawn to each other by fate? I didn’t look too much into it as I settled her into her bed and brushed the hair out of her face. She was going to give me a run for my money, no doubt about it.
Chapter Fourteen
