Page 13 of Bourbon Kingdom
He looked the girl in the eyes and said, “Do I have permission to touch you?”
At least he had the decency to ask. I would have thought, after the way it seemed like he treated these girls, he wouldn’t even care to ask if he could stick his finger in their cooche.
This girl nodded, and in fascination, I watched as Rex ran his hands up and down the girl’s body, making her writhe under his touch. Her nipples were erect and her eyes were shut. So, it was like Diego’s club; she practically orgasmed on stage. Was that so bad?
Rex bent down and opened a panel that was on the floor. He dug around for a second and then grabbed a flogger. He ran it through his fingers right before he struck the girl on the back of the thighs. The pain coming off of her face was almost unbearable to watch.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, as I stood and got up on stage to stop Rex.
“Goldie, please step down. Only one member is allowed on stage at a time.”
“One member? You mean more than one person comes up here?”
“Yes, the members take turns coming up on stage and practice dominating our girls. We have demonstrators come in to show the technique of flogging a woman, and when they’re ready, they are allowed to come up here and do what they want to the woman.”
“And how does she feel about that?” I asked, as I lifted the girl’s chin so she would look me in the eyes.
“She’s paid, right sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir,” she said weakly.
I wanted to scream at the girl and tell her how messed up this was. Everything about this club went against every moral in my body. I was okay with stripping and giving lap dances, I wasn’t a damn moral compass, but having no say in what happened to you by multiple men? Oh, fuck no.
Then it dawned on me, this was what Rex wanted me to be, the main attraction, the girl all the men flogged, touched, and fucked.
Holy shit! Jett would have a coronary if he found out what Rex was planning.
Sweat started to trickle down my back as I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to get out of the predicament I’d put myself in.
“Do you have a problem with this, Goldie?” Rex asked, eyeing me with that devilish glare.
Yes, I had a problem with it, Jesus, but Lord knows I couldn’t say that. I kept reminding myself I was doing this for Jett; I was doing this for us. I had a purpose for being here, and it clearly wasn’t going to be easy, but I was bound and determined to make sure that not only did I get to live my life with Jett, but now that these girls were involved, I was going to find them justice, just like Jett would.
Lifting my chin, I looked Rex square in the eyes and shook my head. “Not a problem at all. Where are the other girls? I would like to meet them and have a run-through of what is expected of them, what kind of training you would like me to conduct, and form some sort of a schedule. Is the club running now?”
A grin spread across Rex’s face from my “eagerness” to start my role.
“Only a few members are testing things out right now. Since we have you on staff now, we can start really training the girls and getting them ready. We are looking to officially open in two weeks, to see how things might run so we can prepare for our new space.”
“How many do you have on staff?”
“Three girls, four including you, and one bartender, Blane.”
“Blane?”
“Yes, he is also in charge of the demonstrations.”
Interesting, I thought. I didn’t like Rex grouping me in with the other girls, that terrified me and I promised myself that by opening day, I would be taking down Rex’s operation, because I didn’t want to come close to that stage.
The clunk of a bag hitting the bar sounded, and both Rex and I turned around to find a very muscular man with tattoos running up his forearms standing behind the counter. His hair was blond and cut stylishly, while his blue eyes stood out against his tanned skin. From what I could tell, he must be Blane because he had Dom written all over him.
“Speak of the devil,” Rex said. “Blane, please come over here and meet Goldie.”
Blane looked up at me and gave me a wicked grin, as if I was fresh meat. Instantly, I put up my guard. I didn’t trust this guy one bit. He reeked of trouble.
With a swagger that was unfortunately sexy, he walked over to us, eyeing me up and down, sizing me up. Once in front of me, he stuck his hand out and offered his name.
“Blane, nice to meet you, Goldie.”
