We were back on the first floor and headed toward the back of the house where the music was coming from last night. The only room I had yet to see was where the actual club took place, the Toulouse Room.
The doors to the room were pure black with shiny chrome handles. Just looking at the doors you could tell the room was only reserved for the finest, but sinful, affairs. I was beyond intrigued and a little excited to see what my life was going to be like.
“The girls are about to start practice, so when the music starts, we are just going to sit and observe, okay?”
I nodded as we headed in.
Kace opened the doors and allowed me to walk in first. The first thing I noticed was that the room was round, which surprised me because the structure on the outside indicated a square room. The carpet was pristine black and the walls were a deep purple. There was lighting that lined the walls, giving off a purple glow. In the middle of the room, there was a giant table that looked like it had a step up. The whole table connected to a wall that was straight back from where I was standing. I conjured it up to be the stage for the girls because it also lined the far wall a little and had floor-to-ceiling length curtains that were the same color as the walls. The stage was chrome, but the top of it had some kind of black slip guard, which was good to know because heels could be slippery at times.
Lining the walls in the back were four sets of black stripper poles that had cushioned purple platforms at the bottom. To one side of the room there were booths with curtains and on the other side was a bar. The room oozed sex and money, I was loving it.
I looked closely at the art on the wall and said, “Is that…a nipple?”
“Yeah,” Kace said while taking a seat in a black and chrome leather chair that had four legs and arms that were wide enough for the biggest of men to feel comfortable.
As I looked closer at all the art, I noticed that they were all body parts. Interesting.
“Whose nipple is it?” I asked, while sitting next to Kace. The chairs were beyond comfortable. If I was a man, I would just come to the club to sit in the chair.
“What does it matter?”
“Just wondering, jeeze. Sorry for asking.”
“Apology accepted.”
Infuriating man!
We sat in silence as we waited for the music to play. I continued to take in my surroundings and soak everything in when I asked, “So, how many Jett Girls are there?”
“Five, including you.”
“Five?” I wasn’t expecting five. I guess I didn’t know how many I expected. Man…that was a lot of women for a man to rotate. I was thinking maybe Jett went through three women at the most…but five. That was kind of bordering on being a man whore.
Before Kace could answer, Christina Aguilera’s voice blared over the speakers, followed by synchronized snapping. The lights dimmed dramatically and the beat of “Express” escorted the Jett Girls from behind the now-pulled-back curtains.
They walked in tandem while snapping their fingers next to their hips. It was the first time I got to see any of the Jett Girls and I was instantly intimidated. They were tall, blonde, except for one, and skinny as hell. They all wore red lingerie that showed off their amazing asses and bras that made their tits look like double D’s. I knew I was sitting there with my mouth wide open, gawking at them, but I couldn’t help it. I had some serious lady wood going on.
They strutted down the stage and moved in time with the music, popping their hips, dropping low and showing off every asset they had, but never really showing off anything. Their hair whipped to the side as they danced and they thrust their chests out to the beat. I was entranced, intrigued completely over the moon fucking excited that this was what I was going to be doing.
The girls were classy but sexy as fuck. I now understood the appeal of the club. The high profile business men who were part of the club got their Bourbon Street fix without having to live out the trashy atmosphere. The girls never had to be naked and they were never touched. This was heaven; this was where I belonged.
I just sat back and watched as the girls turned me on to the point of needing to maybe ease the ache that was throbbing between my legs in the bathroom. I glanced over at Kace quickly to see his reaction. He sat back in his chair, with his arms crossed, observing the girls. I took a quick glance at his crotch and was rewarded with a view of a nice bulge. Yup, I wasn’t the only one turned on by the girls’ performance.
As the music died down, they all sauntered off the stage behind the curtain. When the music stopped, I stood up and applauded.
“Holy shit, I need to go finger myself after that,” I said, while sitting back down.
Kace shifted uncomfortably in his chair and shook his head. “You have such a mouth.”
“Oh please, I see the boner you have going on. You can’t deny that.” I poked his leg as he swatted my hand away.
Kace looked down at his crotch and gave me an extremely brief smile, but turned back to his stern face. “If I don’t have a boner by the end of their performance, then Pepper is doing something wrong.”
“Pepper?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s in charge of choreography.”
“I thought you were,” I said with a wink.
“I approve it.”
Apparently, the man wasn’t up for joking…ever!
I looked around the room and said, “What are those booths for?”
Kace looked over to where I nodded and said, “That’s where the members go to relieve their stress.”
“As in…whack it?”
“Yes, Lo, as in whack it. After a lap dance, sometimes the members need to go take care of themselves. We offer them booths to do so, so they don’t walk out of here unsatisfied.”
It was still strange to hear Kace use my Jett Girl name, but it was starting to grow on me…but only a little.
I walked over to one of the booths and took a look inside. There was a purple crushed velvet bench that made me cringe at the thought of having to clean man juices from it and hoped to God that wasn’t a job a Jett Girl had to carry out. Beautiful and very tasteful pictures of naked women spanned the walls, just like the ones in the main room, but they were not zoomed in. I could see why this would be appealing.
“Wow, I mean, don’t they get embar…” I turned around and, standing behind me, were all four Jett Girls and Kace. Talk about intimidating. They were all the same height, which towered over me and they were all so damn beautiful.
“Come meet the girls,” Kace said, as he stood in a strong stance with his arms crossed over his very muscular chest, as if he was their bouncer.
I walked over to them and felt so incredibly inferior it was almost unfair. All I kept thinking as I got closer was, what the hell did Jett see in me and why did he want me to be one of his girls?
“Girls, this is Lo, she is on probationary terms right now and will be training to be a Jett Girl. She has the back room on the second floor in the servant’s wing. Lo, you can take your mask off.”
Listening to Kace’s command, I removed my mask, smiled and waved shyly at them. They all returned huge smiles back at me.
“Hi, I’m Babs,” one of the tall blondes said, as she held her hand out to me. “I have the most years on these girls as being a part of the club, so if you have any questions, let me know.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m Francy,” said the only brunette, who had a brilliant English accent. I wanted to jump her right then and there. God, she was sexy. “I know how to make a mean drink, which I will be teaching you, since I’m assuming you will be on drink duty for a while?” she asked while looking at Kace. He nodded, letting her know she was right.