Page 36 of Bourbon Truths
Jett stepped forward. “Welcome, Barbara. Please, come in.”
She walked toward us suspiciously, clutching her bag and eyeing us up and down. She wet her lips and said, “How much?”
“Excuse me?” Jett asked.
“How much am I going to owe you for this? I don’t have any cash, but I can suck you off every night if you want. I pretty much will do anything sexual. Just name it, I’ve probably done it at least five times for cash.”
My stomach flipped from her candidness. I’d thought my life was a pile of shit, but looking at Barbara, seeing the desperation in her eyes, I knew I didn’t have it half as bad.
“Barbara, you don’t owe me anything. I want to help.”
A shrill laugh escaped her as she set her hand on her hip and prepared for battle.
“You want to help?” she asked, using air quotes. She stepped forward and poked Jett in the chest. “I don’t know what it is with you rich fucks and denying what you want until you make us spell it out for you. It’s like some kind of shame factor for you. Let’s just get this out in the open. I’ve got holes. Use them how you please while I crash here for a while.”
She blew past us and walked in the house. Jett turned his wide eyes to me, and I almost laughed from the comical look on his face.
“She’s got holes, Jett, use them how you please,” I repeated with a slight grin.
“Christ,” Jett mumbled, walking into the house.
For some reason, I knew I was going to get along with Barbara very well.
“Nice digs. Homeboy’s got swag,” Barbara said, taking in the house. “I mean, chrome and leather, nice touch.” She turned toward Jett and looked him up and down. “What’s your worth?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Jett responded, looking almost offended. What did he expect from a girl like Barbara? She was rough around the edges and had zero tact.
“Hmm, are you going to have that stick up your ass the entire time I’m here?” Barbara asked. “Because honestly, I don’t prefer to work around it, but I can do it. It wouldn’t be my first time fucking a rich boy like you. At least you have the decency to put me up in your dubs. So where am I sleeping?”
“Barbara, you’re here to better yourself, to earn an education, and make something of your life,” Jett offered, trying to help her realize his intentions.
A pop of gum echoed in the room from Barbara as she crossed her arms over her chest and analyzed us with a suspicious look.
She pointed to us and asked, “You two an item?”
“Fuck no,” I said quickly, making Jett turn toward me with a half-smile.
“Too good for me?” he asked.
“We’re not doing this,” I replied. “Barbara, I will show you to your room.”
“Oh, my own butler. How fancy,” she sassed me.
I turned quickly on my heel and got in her face. “I’m not your fucking butler, and I’m not your friend. I’m here to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do and follow the rules. Understand?”
The grit in my voice made Barbara gulp slightly before she nodded. I was walking her up the stairs when Jett called.
“Before you leave, Barbara, you will no longer go by your born name. Now that you’re a Jett Girl, you are to be elusive. You are an ambiguous human being now. The only people who will know who you actually are, are Kace and myself. From now on, you will be known as Babs. Your past is just that—your past. This is the first step to a new beginning. After you leave the Lafayette Club, you will have an education and a purpose in life. Your days on the streets are done. That life is behind you. It’s time to move on.”
“Ehhh, okay,” Barbara answered skeptically as she followed me up the stairs, clearly not motivated by Jett’s speech.
Even though Jett was talking directly to Barbara, I couldn’t help but think he was also trying to get through to me as well. A new beginning? There were no new beginnings where I was concerned.
I led Barbara, or Babs, to her room and opened the door for her. The space was exceedingly nicer than mine. A wall of windows flanked the right side, bringing in a great deal of sunlight. Deep orange curtains framed the windows, while sepia-toned pictures of New Orleans graced the walls. The bedding was white, and the walls were light orange, making the room almost look like a Creamsicle. It was a room that would bring happiness and solace, a room I didn’t need to be in.
“This is your room. Inside the closet—”
“This is my room?” Babs asked, cutting me off. She walked around the space in awe, taking in the small touches and pops of color.
