Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series)

  “Why the hell not?” I asked, with more of a voice of a petulant child than a dignified man.

  “Got your panties in a twist?” Kace asked and I could hear the mirth in his voice. If the man wasn’t lethal with his fists, I would have punched his dick off by now.

  “I’m not in the mood, Kace.”

  “Neither is she…apparently.”

  “You’re just begging for your ass to be kicked out on the streets.”

  Kace blew out an exaggerated breath. “They are all mad at you for taking away lap dances. They were hoping to make a good clam tonight to add to their banks and they worked really hard on a synchronized lap dance routine. You kind of muffed that up for them.”

  “You mean to tell me that they are calling mutiny?”

  “I think so,” Kace chuckled into the phone. I was about to answer when Kace cut me off. “Why did you do it, man?”

  I knew why I cut off lap dances; it was because I didn’t want Goldie giving anyone a lap dance, especially since I hadn’t had one yet. I was a jealous idiot; I would admit that to myself, but I never thought it would cause this much drama and I never thought they would flat out call mutiny. Feisty bitches.

  “That’s none of your concern. Send Goldie up here.”

  “No can do, dude. Remember…they hold the cards. Looks like you will be making friends with your hand tonight.”

  I didn’t get a chance to reply because Kace hung up the phone.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, as I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to comprehend what just happened.

  Goldie was a wild card that I should have known was going to cause me trouble and actually, now that I thought about it, I knew all along she was going to be causing me trouble from the start, but never did I think she would give me a case of blue balls.

  When I had her in the Bourbon Room the first time, it was all for her pleasure, so I wasn’t able to ease the tension that had been building up in my body since the minute I laid eyes on her the first time. I tried taking out my pent-up arousal on the other girls, but it wasn’t sufficient enough. I still craved Goldie, my little one. I needed her and, damn it, I was going to have her tonight.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  “Shots”

  Goldie/Lo

  “I am dying!” Francy said, as she buckled over in laughter while holding a shot glass. “I can’t believe you told Jett no. You are my hero.”

  “Seriously, Lo, what is wrong with you?” Pepper asked, as she downed one of the shots Francy made for us backstage. “Even when I’m not in the mood, I still go up there.”

  “That’s because you’re a two-bit tramp plucked off the street corner,” Babs said, as she laughed.

  “You’re one to talk,” Pepper countered, “You were two dicks away from conquering the entire French Quarter.”

  I laughed as Babs just nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say, I had some really flappy meat curtains back then.”

  “Don’t call them that,” Tootse said, as she clenched her legs together. “The visual makes me dry heave.”

  “That’s just because you are used to my perfectly landscaped lady garden,” Francy said as she kissed Tootse on the lips.

  “True.”

  I watched in admiration as Francy and Tootse didn’t hide their affection for each other. It was amazing to see two self-empowered women be proud for who they were and not hide behind a façade. When I asked them what they were going to do after they no longer were Jett Girls, they both said they would open up a lingerie shop. Tootse was the talent when it came to the design and creating and Francy was the brains who would run all the financials. They were the perfect match for each other.

  “You lady crushing?” Babs said, while jabbing me with her elbow.

  “No!” I said rather quickly, then followed it up with two more shots. “It’s just nice to see love come in all ways, you know?”

  “We poop rainbows; what can we say?” Francy said, as she poured us more shots.

  “That’s a visual,” Pepper muttered.

  “Hey, if someone was going to poop in front of me, I would rather it be a fucking rainbow than actual shit,” I said, starting to feel the effects of my drink.

  “Agreed. I kind of think a pile of rainbow in a toilet would be more inviting than a pile of corn-infested shit,” Babs added.

  “For fuck’s sake, can we play a game or something?” Pepper asked, while grabbing a shot and turning up the music so Lil’ John blared through the speakers telling us to “get the fuck out the club.”

  Tootse sat up and handed everyone a shot. “Okay, the game is called confessions. We all go around in a circle, asking the girl to our right a question, any question we want and, if they answer, then we all have to take a shot; if she chooses to plead the fifth, she has to take two. Francy, baby, grab the Patron; we’re going to need it.”

  “Sure thing, sexy.”

  As Francy went to grab more tequila, I sat back and admired the girls. I don’t know if it was the alcohol blazing through my system or if it was the fact that I denied myself the Bourbon Room, even though I so desperately wanted to go up there, but the girls were starting to look good to me, like I was thinking I might be “catching the gay” as Francy joked. It wasn’t like I’d never been around a gay person before, clearly Carlos was one of my best friends, but he was never open about it like Francy and Tootse. It was refreshing. There were such stereotypes out there about gay men and women that were so not true, so it was nice to be friends with two lesbian women, who not only made you feel completely comfortable with their lifestyle choice, but blew all stereotypes out of the water.

  Francy sat back down and started pouring even more shots. Fuck, I was screwed and I knew it.

  “Alright, I’ll go,” Tootse volunteered as she turned to Pepper. Francy sat next to me and I sat next to Tootse…that way the couple didn’t have to ask each other questions. “Pepper, when was the last time you fingered yourself?”

  “This morning, in the shower,” Pepper said matter-of-factly. Well shit, I would have at least turned a little red answering that question.

  Everyone took a shot except Pepper. Pepper turned to Babs and said, “Babs, have you ever let a guy fuck you in the ass and then you suck him off, you know…the old fudgsicle?”

  Christ Almighty!

  “Yes, of course. A girl has no limits when it comes to surviving on the streets.”

  Annnnd…shot.

  Babs turned to Francy. “Francy, how many times a night do you eat Tootse out?”

  Francy smiled and said, “As many times as she asks. Isn’t that right, baby?” Tootse winked and then took her shot.

  Francy turned to me and I felt myself begin to sweat. I was a pretty sexual person, but for some reason, I was feeling very intimidated and drunk. These girls were seasoned compared to me…fudgsicle? What. The. Fuck!

  “What happened the first time you were with Jett?”

  I was about to answer, right before I caught myself. “Oh, fuck you,” I said, as I took two shots, knowing damn well Jett was most likely watching and, if I said a word, I could be kicked out of the house. All the girls laughed as they watched my blood alcohol level rise.

  “Did I mention, you are not allowed to repeat questions?” Tootse said.

  “How convenient,” I added, hating all of them. “Alright Tootse, is fucking a man better than fucking a woman?”

  “No.” And that was that. Well shit.

  Shot.

  Vibrators, oral sex, cock rings, squirting, queefs, sex positions, whips, chains, waxing trauma, menstruation mishaps and talks of sexual experimenting were all touched upon as I leaned back in my chair, completely out of the game because I could barely see the girls around me. They had done it all and, frankly, I was a little scared with the amount of experience acquired around the room and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was pre-Jett or post-Jett. A part of me silently prayed for post-Jett, except for the fudgsicle, I would rather die than suck off
the remains of my own ass off of a man’s dick.

  “Hot damn, I’m horny…” I slurred, as I slumped in my chair.

  “And your tit has been hanging out for the last ten minutes,” Babs said, while poking my bare breast.

  I looked down and opened my mouth in shock. “How dare you come to the party uninvited? Bad titty!” I said, while whacking it. I blew out a heavy breath as I looked around the circle, “It’s so hard to control your tits these days, you know? Does anyone else have problems?”

  They all shook their heads and laughed. “Why aren’t you ladies drunk?”

  “We just know how to handle our liquor,” Francy said, while Tootse sat on her lap.

  “I think you guys got me drunk on purpose. Hey! You wanted to make sure my tit came out!” I accused, while sitting up, but then regretting my decision as the room turned.

  “Nope, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Babs said, while poking my tit again.

  Sighing, I just took my top off because it was no use. The girls’ eyes widened at my blatant display of nudity.

  “What, like you’ve never seen them before? You four all have milk sacs as well.”

  “Not like yours,” Pepper said.

  I shrugged, “I’m tired. I’m going to go up to my room.”

  “Help her back to her room,” Babs said to Francy and Tootse. “We don’t need her going in the wrong direction and running into someone she shouldn’t…topless.”

  “I’m not a child,” I said, as I tipped out of my chair and hit the ground with a giant thud, squashing my boobs to the ground. “Don’t mind me,” I said, waving my hand in the air to fend off any helpers. “I’m just giving myself my very own mammogram here.” I pressed my tits hard against the floor while counting out loud.

  “Jesus,” Francy said, as she bent down and picked me up by my shoulders.

  “Look at you…you’re so strong.”

  “You need to not turn down Jett anymore because I don’t enjoy dealing with your drunk ass.”

  “You’re the one who got me drunk…” I paused for a second as I realized both Tootse and Francy had their arms around me. “Oh myyyyyyyy,” I dragged out. “Looks like I have my very own lady sandwich.”

  “Christ…”

  ***

  I was plopped on my bed and stripped of my underwear, because I lashed out as my face pressed against my comforter, saying I refused to fall asleep until someone took off my underwear. I was a naked sleeper and refused to pass out with underwear on. That was what my drunk-ass mind was saying, at least.

  “We’re taking off now.”

  “No…wait,” I said, as my arms flanked my sides, my legs hung halfway off the bed and my face was still buried, practically making out with my comforter. “Don’t leave; don’t you girls want to hang out?”

  I knew I was a sight to see. Bare ass in the air for all to see, but I didn’t really care, not when the warm tequila was still making its way through my blood stream.

  “Lo, we’re tired and horny; we want to go to bed.”

  My head picked up at the mention of the word horny.

  “Horny, eh? Well, so am I, so why don’t we all have a giant lesbian mingle?” I sat up and clapped my hands together. “Lesbian mingle!”

  Francy stepped closer, followed closely by Tootse. “You have no clue what you’re getting yourself into if you want that.”

  “Yes, I do,” I said with my chin held high. “I know lesbian things.”

  “Do you?” Tootse asked, as they got closer.

  “Yes, you know…touching and squeezing tits. Boobies!!! Simple.”

  Francy shook her head. “You have no fucking clue.”

  “Then teach me,” I said as I flopped on my head back on the bed and turned my body over so my girly parts were out in the open. I opened my arms wide and said, “Do your best.”

  Tootse and Francy both looked me over as they got closer. “Are you just going to lay there like a dead fish?”

  “Well….yeah. I mean, do you want me to give you a lap dance or something? Should I grab the lube?”

  Francy rolled her eyes and then winked at Tootse. Tootse nodded and went around the bed so she was behind my head and Francy was at my feet. They moved me so I was equally horizontally across the bed. They swarmed around me like I was their prey and I had no way of escaping.

  I let out a nervous giggle. “Alright, very funny ladies. Good joke.” I continued to giggle as they both lowered onto the bed. “Uncle…haha, I cry uncle. I’m all talk.” I cleared my throat as nerves ran through my body, as I realized they were not letting up. “So, uh…how about those Saints huh? Football…yeah!”

  Francy spread my legs and lifted them up so my feet were on the mattress exposing my entire lady taco. If I wasn’t drunk, I probably would have snapped them shut, but I wasn’t thinking quite clearly, so instead of closing up like a damn clam, they fell open like the cheap hooker I was.

  Tootse pushed my hair aside and slid her hands up my arms as she leaned over, giving me a view of her breasts. I looked down and saw Francy’s breasts as well and then looked at mine. We were all bare-chested.

  “What, are we raising a tit farm in here?” I joked nervously. “Melons for sale,” I shouted like a jackass, but not one laugh came from the two lionesses surrounding my body.

  “Did you hear that? Melons…for sale,” I said, while trying to laugh like an idiot and jabbing the bed with my elbow as if I was telling my joke to the mattress.

  Silence met the room as their heads descended down on me and a light sheen of sweat took up residence on my skin. Tootse ran her hands down my arms and then back up my stomach, completely covering my breasts with her hands. Fuck me if I wasn’t already wet. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really doing this?

  Francy moved her head down between my legs and started kissing me around my belly button.

  Fuck me, I was doing this.

  Tootse lowered her mouth down on mine, as she continued to caress my breasts. I couldn’t help but get caught up in their soft touches. It was different, so much different than a man, not better, not worse, just different.

  I found myself reciprocating the movements of Tootse’s tongue as hers ran its course through my mouth and over my lips. Francy held my hands down as she continued to practically make out with my belly button.

  Throbbing wasn’t even a close enough word to describe the feeling that was running ragged through my body. Hammering was more like it, as if my clit was actually hammering to be released from the confines of my lady folds.

  I moaned into Tootse’s mouth as she continued to seduce me with her lips. I was lost, completely and utterly lost in their every touch.

  Francy’s mouth started to lower until she was right above my mound. I was going to combust into a million pieces if she didn’t finish what she started. I was practically dripping wet with need.

  “Please, I begged.” Tootse smiled and then nodded at Francy whose head moved further down. I braced for impact, for that first swipe of her tongue. I was having a threesome I shouted in my head…was it a threesome?

  “I can take it from here.” That deep, unmistakable voice said from the entry of my door.

  “Ahh!” I screamed at being startled, lifting my head off the bed and banging it directly into Tootse’s eyes. My hand went to my head and gripped it as if I was just shot there. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Tootse, Francy, you are excused.”

  They each grabbed their bras, kissed him on the cheek and squealed as they left the room holding hands. What the hell?

  “Do you mind telling me what in God’s name you think you’re doing here? This is my room.”

  “I am fully aware that this is your room. I made it specifically to your liking.”

  He walked over to where my easel was and eyed the picture I had been working on. It was a charcoal drawing of my favorite tombstone in the Lafayette Cemetery. It was a grand stone, with intricate carvings that exuded rich New Orl
eans’ charm. It sat on the opposite end of the cemetery compared to where my parents rested, but no matter what, I always made sure to stop by and take pictures for my art.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled as he eyed the picture and then turned to me. “How wet are you right now?” He walked toward me, making me feel even wetter than I was from the look of his mussed up hair, as if he had been running his hands through it and the way his jeans clung to his legs. He was magnificent. His parents hit the gene lottery with him because, good God, he could melt anyone’s panties right off, even a man’s!

  “Answer my question.” His hand lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. When did he get so close to me? It was scary how stealthy he could be.

  “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, while crossing my arms and giving him my most defiant look. The almost-lesbian threesome had sobered me up real good, or at least I thought I was pretty sober, since I was currently only seeing one Jett instead of two.

  He leaned down so his face was directly in front of me and placed his hand over my mound. “Your pussy and your pleasure are very much my business. So, you can either tell me how wet you are, or I can find out for myself.”

  Find out for yourself, my mind screamed as I breathed heavily. Find out for your fucking self! Dear God, I wanted him to stick his fingers deep in my pussy and make me scream his name, so I kept silent. I was human and a girl could only be turned on so much.

  “Very well.” He pushed me back so I was resting on the backs of my elbows and he spread my legs wider than I thought possible. He gave me a wicked grin and then slipped his fingers into my sopping wetness. He lifted an eyebrow at me and then pulled away.

  “Noo…,” I moaned, as he retreated away from my body.

  He smiled and said, “Well, I guess you are pretty wet. Too bad you didn’t come up to the Bourbon Room tonight. I could have taken care of that ache that’s throbbing between your legs right now. Maybe you’ll think more wisely next time.”

  He started to walk away when I got off the bed and grabbed his arm. “No, you can’t leave me like this.”