Page 33 of Bourbon Sins
“Go!” he shouted and just like that, like we were his little puppets, we were dropping up and down.
The first squat thrust wasn’t too bad, but after the fifth one, my stomach was rolling and I knew I would never make it five minutes; nope I was going to puke.
“Pick it up Lo,” Kace shouted as he stood right in front of me.
I dropped to the floor and felt the bitter taste of this morning’s stomach acid hit the back of my throat. Shit, this wasn’t good.
“Come on, Lo,” Kace egged me on.
I got up into squat position and then dropped back down at the same time as my stomach gave Kace the old fuck you and spewed whatever was left inside of it all over his shoes and the bottom of his pants.
I laid there in push-up position as I looked up into the seething eyes of Kace the drill sergeant. The other girls stopped and stared at the face-off we were having.
I put on my best bravado and lifted my chin while I said, “Serves you right, dickhead.” Then I tacked on a smile, because I had the sinking feeling that murder was in my future.
Fury laced Kace’s eyes as he stormed out of the gym, but not before calling over to Francy. “Intervals and weights, get them moving.”
Once Kace was out of the room, the girls busted out in laughter, pulled me from the floor and handed me some water. They all bowed to me for taking out the great Kace Haywood. Even though my stomach didn’t think it could take anymore, I felt amazing from the praise and camaraderie of the girls.
“I am so happy that just happened,” Babs said, as she held out some more water to me, “But we need to clean that shit out because damn is it ripe in here.”
* * *
Never didI think signing up to be a Jett girl was going to be so strenuous on my body. I was tired, extremely tired and hung over still. There was supposed to be a presentation tonight, but it was luckily cancelled, due to a board member of the group not being able to get free from prior engagements. I was grateful for the cancellation, especially since I could barely move.
I had yet to meet the famous and very elusive Jett Colby, which was frustrating. Francy and Tootse were called up to the Bourbon Room after we ended practice. If I were to be honest, I was getting a little jealous that I had yet to meet him. I mean, it was kind of rude, right? That he would invite me into his home and not want to meet me.
I knew I wasn’t a tall glam-a-zon like the other girls, but I wasn’t a dried-up nut sack either. I would have assumed that he would have already met me and maybe have taken me up to the Bourbon Room for my initiation porking, but boy was I wrong.
Sex was non-existent in my life. Being such a sexual person and not getting any was absolute torture. I had many thoughts throughout the past two days about releasing the pent-up aches that hung out between my legs, but I refused to touch myself, not because I had high morals, ha, but because I felt like Jett would know and then I would be thrown to the streets.
I didn’t see Kace for the rest of the day, thankfully, because I knew from the hate that was pouring through his eyes in the gym that a good separation between us was needed. He did send me a text though that said no workout tomorrow because we had a big presentation for at least ten men, so we needed our rest. It would be my first presentation and, even though I hadn’t been here very long, I was ready.
Tootse brought over my costume for tomorrow night, and I was amazed at the sexy piece of lingerie she was able to create. It was a green bustier with black accents and black lace cheeky panties. It was adorable and sexy at the same time. We had short black wigs to wear with them, thick-rimmed glasses, and black thigh-high boots. We almost looked like super heroes. The girls had a pole dance routine they had to do while I served all the men their drinks, Francy’s job normally.
Drawing myself a bath, I took my clothes off, grabbed my phone and entered the warm tub for a late-night cool down. The jets were streaming and beating against my tired legs and back. It was the most glorious feeling, to feel pampered and taken care of. I knew I hadn’t met the man who had given me everything, but from a distance, I felt him protecting me and taking care of me and it was a feeling I hadn’t felt for a very long time. It felt good to just relax and not worry about how I was going to pay the bills.
I rested my head against the cushion that was propped up against the back of the tub and was about to rest my eyes when a text came through my phone.
I grabbed my phone and read the message.
Rex: Hey kitten. I just stopped by your place, but you weren’t home. I didn’t think you worked tonight.
Fuck. I completely forgot about Rex coming over. I was so wrapped up in my new surroundings and avoiding the evil glare of Kace that I forgot I had a fuck date with Rex.
Goldie:Hey, sorry about that. I don’t live there anymore.
Rex: What do you mean? Where do you live now?
What the hell was I supposed to say? I wasn’t allowed to talk about where I was or who I was trying to become because that was completely against all the rules Jett set up. He wanted to protect us and telling someone like Rex where I lived was a big red flag.
Goldie: I can’t really say, but I am safe and doing well.
Rex: When can I see you?
Goldie: You can’t.
The bath that was supposed to be relaxing was not doing the trick because of the conversation I was having with Rex. If I were honest, I missed Rex. He was hot, sexy, and knew how to pound me the right way. I missed his strong hands roaming my body and I missed the way he quietly whispered in my ear while he was buried deep inside of me. But I couldn’t think like that, I had a new life . . . a new man, even if I had yet to meet him.
