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Jett

The musical stylings of Ke$ha blared through the speakers as a blonde shook her bare tits at all the male patrons that lined the stage in the shitty hole-in-the-wall we were sitting in. They all made a grab at her nipples, while trying to decorate her miniscule thong with one dollar bills. Cheap Fucks.

I shook my head at the disappointment I had for my own kind. We were a bunch of horny bastards whose end goal in life was to be fully satisfied with our dicks, no matter how we got it. I couldn’t lie, the blonde was working it, but not to the point where I would throw my self-respect to the wind and pant like a dog in front of a crowd while I saluted everyone with my dick.

Instead, I watched the waitress with the soft caramel hair take orders and deliver them to all the scumbags in the joint. She was a favorite amongst the men and I couldn’t blame them. She was gorgeous. Tiny body with plenty of curves that would keep a man exploring for days. Although, her lingerie was something less-than-desirable. Clearly, she’d bought the ensemble she was wearing from Pleasure Palace down the street, where they specialized in cheap polyester scraps of fabric and plastic whips that were downright insulting to the lifestyle I led.

“You sure you want her?” Kace, my right hand man asked, as he sipped his fourth beer of the night.

We never frequented establishments like Kitten’s Castle, ever, and if we did, we never stayed long enough to nurse four drinks throughout the night. When we stepped into the “club,” we were quickly ushered to one of the blackout booths upon my request and I made sure we would be served by Goldie. Even though I felt the slime that was gracing the not-so-eloquent walls start to morph itself onto my body, I had to stay. I had to observe her.

“Positive,” I replied, as I finished off my bourbon.

“She’s not what you usually go for.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I glared at Kace, not happy with his assumption.

“Calm down, man. Jesus. You’ve been wound tightly lately. Pepper not fulfilling your needs? Is that why you’re so damn adamant about this girl?”

“Pepper is sucking my dick just fine, thanks. What kind of girl do I usually go for?”

“Come on, are you really going to play stupid?” I didn’t answer him, so he rolled his eyes and continued. “Does tall and blonde ring a bell?”

“Francy isn’t blonde,” I countered.

“True, but she is tall and she looks damn fine in a blonde wig.”

I nodded and smiled when I thought about the girls in their blonde wigs from the other night.

“Seriously though, this girl doesn’t really fit. Yes, she has some moves when she’s caught up in the music, but she’s a waitress. I thought we were coming here to see someone who was more in the spotlight, you know, on the pole.”

“Goldie.”

“What?” Kace asked with a quizzical look on his face.

I repeated, “The girl, her name is Goldie.”

“Okay…”

“Listen, I know what I’m doing, alright? She will fit in just fine. She has potential.”

“She’s going to have to wear six-inch heels to fit in with the other girls.”

I just shrugged my shoulders as I watched Goldie work her way around the room without spilling one drink.

“We’ll start her off with handing out drinks. She’s going to need a lot of training, which you and Pepper can handle. She’ll also need to burn that heinous lingerie she’s letting touch that magnificent body of hers. Her breasts could be more mouthwatering with the proper garments and that flimsy garter belt is doing nothing for her ass. She needs something that puts pressure on her skin, something that shows off what amazing curves she has to offer.”

The music switched to a generic bass-pumping rhythm as the stage acts switched. I continued, “She’ll have the room closest to the stairs in the servant’s wing.”

“Do you have to call it that? You act as if that’s where you stuff all your servants who aren’t good enough to live in the main house.”

“That’s what it’s called. It’s an old plantation home, what else should I call it?”

“I don’t know…the back hall?”

I ignored Kace and continued, “I want to make sure she’s comfortable, so before you go renovating, please stop by my office for the plans I’ve drawn up to specifically meet her needs. I’ll let you handle the rest when it comes to her inauguration into the club. Make sure she’s tested…”

“Dude, I know. It’s not my first time welcoming a new Jett Girl to the club.”

“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Kace finished his beer and put the empty bottle on the table as he watched Goldie converse with the bartender. I didn’t particularly care for the way she bent over the bar, showing off her ass and the way she joked around with the man who poured the drinks. Their close connection made me think there was something going on between them. I’d have to look into that.

“What makes you think she’s going to want to become a Jett Girl?”

I eyed Goldie up and down, taking in her entire body.

“She will. She has no choice in the matter. She is over fourteen-thousand dollars in debt and what I have to offer her will be something she won’t be able to refuse.”

I pulled out my wallet, placed a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table, along with a Jett card and got up.

“I’ll draw up her contract in the next couple of days. I expect her to make contact in that time-frame. Make sure you’re ready. I’ll be sure to have everything in place for you by the time she comes to us.” I was about to turn around when I said, “Make sure Babs is in the Bourbon Room, naked, by the time I get back to the club.”

With that, I left Kitten’s Castle, knowing very well I would never again return to the repulsive and distasteful establishment because I would get what I wanted, I always did.

Table of Contents

Copyright

A note from Kace

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Epilogue

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