“Holy shit, I look hot!”
“Yeah, you do!” Babs said, as she came through my door. She had the exact same outfit on and almost looked just like me, but was about six inches taller; all the girls were.
“Tootse really knows what she’s doing with these outfits. I mean, fuck, I want to jump the both of us. Look at my tits,” I said, while showing them off.
“I know. You do have the best tits out of all of us.”
“What about Pepper?”
“Pepper’s are fake,” Babs said quietly with a smile.
“Huh, I wouldn’t have thought that was allowed.”
Babs laughed and said, “She didn’t get implants or anything, just a lift.”
“But she’s so young.”
“Didn’t matter, she had sag bags and wanted to take care of them. She does look much better now, she doesn’t need to roll them up anymore.”
I laughed, but then felt a little bad about talking about Pepper behind her back. Babs must have sensed my uneasiness because she reassured me by grabbing me by the arm and saying, “Don’t worry, we all pick on each other. It’s all in good fun. When you’re practically naked with each other every night, you’re bound to get really close and know everything about each other. You’ll see.”
Babs walked me downstairs, through the back so we weren’t spotted by any early-arriving members. This was it, my first presentation as a practicing Jett Girl. I just prayed to whoever wanted to listen to me that I didn’t fall flat on my face at any point in time during the night.
***
Music surrounded the room as I waited behind the main curtain with the girls. I knew I wasn’t showing like the other girls, but I still had to present myself and that was scary on its own. I always said I wanted to be on the stage, but now that I was there, I was scared shitless.
“Let’s go girls,” Pepper said, as the curtains parted and she led the line out to the stage.
We looked like a gang of dominatrices and we strutted like them too, with big steps and our chests puffed out. The lights that beamed down on the stage blocked out all of the faces of the men that were sitting around the stage, making my first showing less intimidating.
We walked to the end of the stage, called out our Jett Girl name when we hit the end and then walked to the back where the poles were. We were supposed to do something when we called out our Jett Girl name so I dropped my ass to the ground and slowly lifted it back up and used the most seductive voice I had. I wasn’t going to lie, I was feeling sexy as hell.
Once we all sounded off, I headed toward the bar while the girls got in their positions for the presentation. Kace helped the men get their drinks when they first arrived, but now it was my turn. There was an iPad at the bar that had all the men listed by chair and what they were drinking. It was an easy system to work with because if the men wanted a change, they just sent their order through the iPads they had in front of them and it was sent directly to me.
My first task when I got behind the bar was to pass out individual hors d'oeuvres that were set up by the chef. I took a look at the place settings, grabbed the first tray and started serving.
I took in the scene in front of me as I approached the stage where the men sat around and I realized why high society businessmen loved coming here. They got an amazing show, amazing food, good service, and it was completely private. We had a privacy clause so they were completely protected and could do whatever they wanted, aka get a private lap dance and then go jerk off in a booth after. Freaks.
I brought the first tray over to the men as they watched the girls perform on the poles. They were all so good; it was hard to take your eyes off of them.
In the back of my mind, I thought about how Jett said he would be watching me, it was reassuring, but also…a little fucking creepy. As I delivered the rest of the trays of food, I found myself swaying my hips a little more than usual and making my everyday moves more sexual by pushing out my breasts and bending in a way that showed off my ass while I put down the trays, just to put on my own show.
I saw the men check me out, watched their eyes wander to my chest and saw their hands itch to grope me, but they never did. It was refreshing and also intoxicating to have such a sexual power over men and they couldn’t do anything about it.
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with the girls, up on the poles driving the men completely crazy. I smiled to myself as I went back and started filling drinks for those who needed refills shortly. Francy always said to have some glasses lined up so they were ready when the men needed a refill.
As I watched behind the bar, I saw Kace in the back by the doors with his arms crossed and glaring at me, as if I had done something wrong. I quickly took inventory of all the members to see if they needed anything, but they were all good to go. Then I made sure my wig was in place because that would be just me, with a wig hanging half on my head half off and I wouldn’t notice, but everything was good. So why was he staring at me?
Each girl was doing their own solo dance now on a pole that came up from center stage and attached to the ceiling for stability. I wanted to see the inner workings of the Toulouse Room at some point because it amazed me how many different technologies and surprises kept popping up. I quickly ran to the back where Babs, Pepper and Tootse were while they waited for their turn.
“You girls need anything?” I asked.
“I think we’re good. How are you doing out there?” Pepper asked.
“Good but Kace is staring at me like I ripped his dick off and stirred the drinks with it.”
“He does that,” Babs said. “He wants to make sure you can handle the pressure.”
“He’s a dick,” I said, as I started walking back to the bar. “I’ll catch you girls later, knock them dead.”
I walked back to the bar while eyeing the men’s drinks and noticed a couple of them needed refills. I looked at their orders and the drinks I had lined up and put them on my tray accordingly. I grabbed the tray and started toward the stage again. Francy was doing an upside down slide down the pole that even turned me on and captured my attention. I handed out the refills, took the empty glasses and walked back to the bar.
Noticing that the food trays were now empty, I went back to the stage and started gathering them. As I reached down to grab an empty tray between two men, there was a warm splash of liquid squirted all over my face and chest.
I didn’t even know what hit me until a man started coughing and spitting up whatever was now in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, what is this?” the man asked as he tossed his drink at me.
Completely shocked at the man’s actions, I just stood there, completely immobile. Francy continued to perform because one of the first rules of presentations was, no matter what happened, the girls were always supposed to perform.
Another guy tossed his drink toward me and said, “Fuck, I think I got your piss poor Scotch, George.”
The man who originally spit all over me, looked at me with complete and utter disdain in his eyes. “You dumb whore, is it really that hard to get drinks correct?” he yelled over the stage and said, “Kace, I would like this girl removed for tonight. She has ruined my time tonight and I pay a lot of money to relax.”
Kace walked over, grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to the back of the curtain as I tried to comprehend what the hell just happened.
I was shoved into a chair by Kace as he said, “Don’t move.”
Warm amber liquid dripped down my face and chest as I watched Kace walk away. “Wait, who is going to take care of the drinks?”
“You sure as hell aren’t,” Kace said, before he went back out to the main room.
Fuck.
How the hell could I have screwed that up? I had everything lined up. I knew I was slightly distracted for a second while I talked to the girls and watched Francy, but I never screwed up drink orders, ever.