Page 52 of Bourbon Kingdom
Rex bit down on his bottom lip as he watched me feel up the apple of his fucking creep-ass eye. Poor Mercy.
Moving my hands back down her back, I backed away and slapped her ass, making the crack of my hand against her skin echo through the room. That was her cue. She turned on her moves and started moving against Rex’s body. She turned so her back was toward him, and with a bend at the waist, spread her legs and gave both me and Rex a view of everything she had to offer.
Why men thought women’s genitalia was as coveted as the Holy Grail was beyond me. It was a bunch of folds of skin, gah; it wasn’t the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. Mind you, Mercy had a very nice vagina, but still, not my cup of tea.
Slowly, I worked my way to Rex’s back, while I gradually ran my hand along his body, so he knew I was still with him, still interested. Bending down, I kneeled on the floor and wrapped my arms around his waist, so I could continue to touch him, intrigue him.
Mercy snapped back up and then worked her hips down onto his crotch, while holding onto his legs. A small groan came out of Rex when she made contact with him. Hell, she was doing a good enough job I wanted to groan as well.
Sliding my hands to the front of his shirt, I started to unbutton it, exposing his skin. My hands gradually slipped in and out of his shirt, playing with his nipples and the goosebumps that spread across his body. I had to give it to the man, he did have a nice body. I wish I could say he was like a flabby old man with sand dollar nipples, but damn, he had it going on under his shirt. It was annoying.
Peeking a look at Rex, I could see that he was totally gone, he was enraptured with Mercy, so I started testing the waters. I ran my hands lower, so they rested on his hip bones. I could feel the strain in his pants from his erection, and I held back the giggle that wanted to escape me.
It was time. I glanced over at Blane, who nodded his head at me, while thankfully distracting Leo, who had his back turned toward me. This was it, this was my moment. Wincing, I moved my hand down to his pockets and was about to pull out his phone when the front and back doors crashed in and a barrage of men holding guns came barreling into the club, making me fall back on my ass, tucked in like a turtle and screaming my ever-living brain off.
“Freeze. Put your hands in the air,” men shouted all around, while moving further into the club.
Someone grabbed me from behind and made me stretch out my rigid body so they could push it against the floor and strap some cuffs around my wrists.
What the fuck was happening?
Words like prostitution, investigation, and solicitation filtered through the screams filing in and out of the main house. One by one, from the corner of my eye, I saw Mercy be pinned to the ground, as well as Blane, Rex, Bizzy and Eva, even Leo. Members were brought down as well, and one by one, we were escorted out of the club and into rows upon rows of cop cars that lined the street.
Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to figure out what was going to happen to me. Blue and red lights flashed, causing a scene outside. Jail time was in my near future, because even though I wasn’t doing anything, I was still guilty by association.
For the first time I could remember, I actually feared for my future. I’d been through hell and back, fighting for a couple of dollars to stay afloat, but this was beyond my control. I was caught red-handed and there was nothing I could do.
I was fucked.
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Gettingmy mugshot taken was a less than flattering moment for me, especially since I was in a German milkmaid outfit. My hair was plastered to my face, thanks to the tears, sweat, and smashing of my face against the floor of the club, thank you, police officers. My makeup was dripping, so to say I would take world’s most hideous mugshot was an absolute guarantee. I looked like a poorly liquefied mega-beast. Not my finest hour.
The community cell I was placed in held a combination of New Orleans’ finest. Drunk Diane was sitting in the corner, trying to take her pants off, but luckily was too drunk to work the buttons of her jeans. Hobo Helga was sniffing her armpits while sitting with her legs spread wide enough to welcome a marching band. Sticky Fingers Stephanie was scratching her crotch and picking her teeth at the same time, portraying the whole multitasking thing, which was quite impressive and rather entertaining, because damn was she digging deep.
Mercy, Eva, and Bizzy were decorated in some oversized jumpsuits to cover up their nudity, and they were huddled in the corner together looking absolutely terrified. I didn’t blame them; I felt the same way.
Honestly, I’d never been so frightened in my life. I didn’t know what to expect, what would happen to me. Was this going to be on my permanent record? Uh, yeah, duh Goldie. You had a mugshot taken.
Fuck.
A door outside of the cell opened and a few police officers came through, looking into the cell. I prayed they were here for me, but then again, I hadn’t even made a phone call yet. If anything, they would be here for Sticky Fingers Stephanie, since she already had her one phone call, plus she was just in the cell for shoplifting. I was in here for possible prostitution. Damn, I was so fucked.
The balding police officer walked over to the cell and nodded at me. “Milkmaid, your time is up.”
Opening the cell door, he escorted me out and held onto me as he weaved me through some hallways.
“Um, is everything going to be okay?” I asked, not really knowing what was going on.
“You posted bail,” the man said, as he went behind a desk and started filing some paperwork.
“Posted bail? By who?”
Who knew I was even here? There was no way it was Rex, because the man himself was locked up. I was pretty sure he was in more trouble than I was, and then it hit me. Rex was in jail, and so was Leo. They were busted, the one thing I wanted.
An overwhelming weight was lifted off my shoulders as I thought about what this meant. I could go back to Jett; I could finally be with the man. Rex and Leo’s names were tarnished. Even if they were able to post bail, they still had a black mark on their names.
“Miss, sign here,” the police officer said, growing annoyed.
