Page 84 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I thought so.” Pepper folded her arms across her chest. “But then you go and take away our jobs, so I’m a bit confused.”
“Pepper, I would never do anything that would hurt you; you know that. I’m only here to help you, so that’s why, when the community center at Lot 17 opens, I want you all to be a part of it.”
Confused looks faced me as the girls tried to understand what I was telling them.
“I’m open about most things, but a strip club at a community center may be a little too eccentric,” Francy stated.
“I agree, that’s why you will be utilizing the education you’ve been earning the past few years to help out the community. I will pay you, and if you would still like to stay at the club, you are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you want. I want you ladies to use more than your bodies. I want you to use your brains, your hearts, and your souls. You are some of the most amazing women I’ve had the privilege of getting to know, and it would be my honor to have you working at the community center. We will have classes ranging from dance to cooking, to exercise. There’s a spot for all of you, and I’m open to whatever you would like to teach. Tootse, you could easily give sewing lessons. Francy, you could help with the daycare, because I know how much you love children. Pepper, easily, you can run dance classes. There’s a spot for each of you.”
“What about Kace?” Babs asked, while nodding at him.
I turned to look at Kace and then smiled. “What else would he do? He’s already agreed to manage the center for me, as well as give boxing lessons.”
“Seriously?” Babs asked, excited for Kace. “Jett, that is so great.”
“So, I’m guessing you approve then?”
Babs looked around at the girls and I could see all of them smiling, confirming what I thought, they loved the idea.
“Does this mean we can wear normal clothes?” Babs asked.
Laughing, I nodded my head. “Yes, please wear normal clothes.”
“Well, just that would make it worth it,” Francy said, as she plucked at her shirt. “If I never have to see another dress shirt again, I would be a happy woman.”
“But, you look so hot in them, and you know how I love ripping the buttons off,” Tootse whined.
“Ah, I see. So your kinky sex is why I had to keep buying button up shirts for you two,” I asked, while shaking my head.
“What can I say? I know how to please my lady,” Francy shrugged her shoulders.
“Hey!” Tootse said. “I thought we were supposed to keep things between a lady and a lady.”
Francy patted Tootse’s bright blonde hair and said, “Babe, I didn’t say anything revealing.”
“Oh, okay. So as long as I don’t talk about how you like me to use my left hand on you—”
“Babe!”
“Are you ambidextrous?” Babs asked Tootse.
“When I’m knuckles deep, yes.”
“Jesus,” Kace muttered from behind me.
I checked my watch and noticed it was time for me to leave, and not just because I didn’t want to be late for my date with Goldie. I really didn’t want to hear about Tootse going knuckles deep.
I said my goodbyes and listened to the girls try to tease me one last time about my outfit before I left. I ignored them and popped into my Aston Martin, the car I used when I took Goldie out on her first date with me. I felt like being a little nostalgic, plus I knew how much she liked the car. Maybe, just maybe, I would let her drive it. That would be a very big maybe. Knowing her, she would be the worst driver ever.
Pulling up to Diego’s apartment made me even more nervous than ever, and not because of my date with Goldie, but because of the last time I talked to him. I was an abhorrent bastard, blaming him for my problems. Diego didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, and I owed him more than an apology. I just wasn’t sure whether he would accept it or not.
I parked my car in the back alleyway and headed up to the back entrance. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I called out, but no one came to the back, so I headed up the stairs to Goldie’s room, hoping she was ready to go.
As I approached her door, I could hear her talking, so I paused to make sure I didn’t walk in on a private moment. When I only heard her voice, I grew slightly confused, so I pushed forward to see what she was doing.
Her door was cracked just enough that I could see her standing in front of her mirror . . . talking to herself.
“Oh, this old thing? I just pulled it from the closet, but thank you, it really does accentuate my breasts, doesn’t it?” she leaned forward and showed off her cleavage. “Eat your heart out, Jett Colby,” she said in a deep voice, while shimmying at herself in the mirror. “What’s that? You want to take me in the port-a-potty? Why, Jett Colby, I thought you had more class than that, but if it’s a dream you’ve always had, then who am I to stop you from achieving your dreams? Just make sure you wash your hands afterwards. Who knows what happens in those things?”
