Page 35 of Bourbon Sins
I put the beautiful flowers on the nightstand next to my bed and admired them. They filled my room with cheer.
I pulled out the card that was attached and read the note that was hand-written in a man’s chicken scratch.
Lo
These ranunculus reminded me of you because of their coloring. Bright and cheery on the outside, but dark and complex on the inside.
Tonight is the beginning of a fresh new start for you. Just relax and you will do amazing. You are here for a reason, and it’s because I believe you are the perfect fit to become a Jett Girl.
Give those men something to talk about tonight. I will be watching.
-Jett
I let out a long sigh as I re-read the card . . . three times. God, I was acting like such a teenager, but I couldn’t get over the fact that a man I never met, but believed in me, sent me the most gorgeous display of flowers, but not just any kind of flowers, flowers that reminded him of me.
I didn’t even know the man and he was winning me over. How was that even possible? Maybe because of the fact that he was so elusive, I was drawn to his mystery. Still, he could be a total dog-faced boy and I would have no clue. But am I that narrow minded that he would have to be attractive in order for me to like him? I thought about that for a second and then came to a conclusion: he could be dog-faced boy, but he’d better have a rod for a dick.
Setting the card on the same table as the flowers, I looked at the bouquet one last time then put on my outfit, which fit like a glove and felt unbelievable on my body. All the lingerie that was provided for me felt like butter on my skin. I was being spoiled for sure.
Looking in the mirror, I fastened my wig, took a step back, and took in my entire outfit.
“Holy shit, I look hot!”
“Yeah, you do!” Babs said, as she came through my door. She had the exact same outfit on and almost looked just like me, but was about six inches taller; all the girls were.
“Tootse really knows what she’s doing with these outfits. I mean, fuck, I want to jump the both of us. Look at my tits,” I said, showing them off.
“I know. You do have the best tits out of all of us.”
“What about Pepper?”
“Pepper’s are fake,” Babs said quietly, with a smile.
“Huh, I wouldn’t have thought that was allowed.”
Babs laughed and said, “She didn’t get implants or anything, just a lift.”
“But she’s so young.”
“Didn’t matter, she had sag bags and wanted to take care of them. She does look much better now, she doesn’t need to roll them up anymore.”
I laughed, but then felt a little bad about talking about Pepper behind her back. Babs must have sensed my uneasiness, because she gave me a reassuring grab on the arm and said, “Don’t worry, we all pick on each other. It’s all in good fun. When you’re practically naked with each other every night, you’re bound to get really close and know everything about each other. You’ll see.”
Babs walked me downstairs, through the back, so we weren’t spotted by any early-arriving members. This was it, my first presentation as a practicing Jett Girl. I just prayed to whoever wanted to listen to me that I didn’t fall flat on my face at any point in time during the night.
* * *
Music surroundedthe room as I waited behind the main curtain with the girls. I knew I wasn’t presenting like the other girls, but I still had to present myself, and that was scary on its own. I always said I wanted to be on the stage, but now that I was there, I was scared beyond belief.
“Let’s go girls,” Pepper said, as the curtains parted and she led the line out to the stage.
We looked like a gang of dominatrices and we strutted like them too, with big steps and our chests puffed out. The lights that beamed down blocked out the faces of the men who were sitting around the stage, making my first presentation less intimidating.
We walked to the end of the stage, called out our Jett Girl name when we hit the end, and then walked to the back where the poles were. We were supposed to do something when we called out our Jett Girl name, so I dropped my ass to the ground and slowly lifted it back up and used the most seductive voice I had. I wasn’t going to lie, I was feeling sexy as hell.
Once we all sounded off, I headed toward the bar while the girls got into position for the presentation. Kace helped the men get their drinks when they’d first arrived, but now it was my turn. There was an iPad at the bar with a list that showed where each man was sitting and what he was drinking. It was an easy system to work with because if the men wanted a change, they just sent their order through the iPads they had in front of them and it was sent directly to me.
My first task when I got behind the bar was to pass out individual hors d'oeuvres that had been set up by the chef. I took a look at the place settings, grabbed the first tray, and started serving.
