Page 45 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Uh, are we done?” I asked, cutting the silence in the room.
“I need to speak with Mercy,” Rex said.
Speak with her, ha! Unless speaking meant putting his dick in her mouth, then they weren’t speaking.
Without saying a word, Mercy nodded and headed toward the back rooms. There was something completely wrong with what was going on in her head. I liked all the other girls, but for some reason, I didn’t quite like Mercy. I couldn’t trust her. She was the epitome of a fem-bot.
“Shall I excuse the other girls?” I asked Rex, as he walked toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t like that grin; I didn’t trust that grin.
“I think it’s time you start practicing with them, Goldie. We need to even out the dancers, and it might be time for you to get up on stage.”
“Excuse me? I thought we had a deal, that I was going to manage for a while.” Sweat started to form at the back of my neck.
“Not really a deal, Kitten, more of an understanding, but now that I’m going to win Lot 17, I need more girls, and you are the one the members want.”
Was he really going to win Lot 17? Was it because of that Zane guy? I leaned over, my stomach already knotting from the thought of being on stage, and I spoke softly into Rex’s ear. “You’re willing to share me with the members?”
“You’re not sharing yourself with me, so what difference does it make? Either way, I get to see you naked, and that’s my goal here. Either comply with my demands, or good luck trying to find a job in this town. Don’t forget, Kitten, I know everyone in this city. I can destroy you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and turned away from me, as if his small bit of affection would make up for the threat he’d just made.
“I can’t do it tonight,” I shouted after him.
“Why is that?” he asked, looking me up and down.
Think . . . think, Goldie.
“Cramps,” I stated with a sad face. “Got the old blood flow going on right now. Hardly think being naked at this time in my life would be appealing to the members.”
A look of absolute disgust crossed Rex’s face before he turned around and called over his shoulder, “Next weekend, you will be up on that stage.”
Thank fuck.
“Sure,” I called after him.
I turned to look at both Eva and Bizzy, who gave me the “I’m sorry your uterus is bleeding look,” and then took off toward the back room, finally leaving me alone with Blane.
By no means was I on my period, but it was the best excuse I could come up with to get out of going on stage with the girls tonight, naked. If there was one surefire way to make sure Jett never touched me again, it would be going up naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t going to happen.
Casually, I walked over to the bar and asked Blane for a bottle of water. He obliged, never speaking to me. I hated that he couldn’t really talk to me. Enough was enough, I needed to take care of everything tonight; it would be the last chance I had until the next weekend, and to hell if I would be going up on stage.
“Can we talk?”
Blane looked around and then nodded his head toward the back. Fucking paranoid man.
He went to the back first, and a few minute later, I trailed after him. Eva and Bizzy were in the girl’s room, eating some food, and not even talking to each other. What a sad, sad life. If anything, I wanted to help these girls out; they needed it.
Once I reached the office in the back of the club, I shut myself in the small space with Blane, who was sitting at the desk waiting for me.
“What can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk.
“Seriously? Come on, we need to take some action here. There is no way I will be going up on stage next weekend.”
“I don’t know, might be fun?” he looked me up and down while licking his lips.
I pushed his head and said, “Don’t even think about it. It will never happen. I’m off limits.”
“All the good ones usually are. Do you have a plan?”
