“Yeah, do you have something wrong with the gay?” Tootse asked, while she kissed Francy’s arm.

Pepper gave her an admonishing look. “Don’t pull that gay shit on me. You know I like the gays, especially you lesbians. Everyone needs a token gay in their group; I’m a lucky girl to have two.”

“We are a hot commodity,” Francy added.

“It’s hard to keep up with the demand. And then there’s the whole recertification process we have to go through to maintain our gay license. You should see the holes they make us jump through.”

“Is that with two fingers or three?” Babs asked with a smirk.

“Oh, you heteros, what are fingers when you can use fists?” Francy asked, while raising her fist to the sky.

“Oh, fuck,” I cringed, just thinking about a fist going up my vagina.

“You’ve never been fisted?” Babs asked, as if it was the craziest thing she’d ever heard.

“No!” I practically shouted. “Why the fuck would I have ever been fisted? I’d rather not spend every minute of my life doing keegles to get back down to a normal and appropriate diameter for my pussy ring.”

“Where’s the challenge in that?” Babs asked, while Blane studied her intently, probably trying to gauge if she was serious.

“It’s called being kind to your snatch. Am I right?” I asked Tootse and Francy. “Out of everyone, you two should know proper pussy etiquette.”

“While studying at the University of LesboLand, we learned in Pussy Principles 101 that a well-treated snatch is a fine ass catch. Keep that garden trimmed, that clit wet, and your hole tight, the classic rules to an orgasmic night,” Francy said without blinking an eye.

The room fell silent for a second before we all threw our heads back and laughed.

This was exactly what I needed, my girls, my shots, and the new men in my life. Maybe I wasn’t so lost after all; maybe I was going to be just fine without Jett Colby by my side…maybe.

21

“Glitter & Gold”

Rex

Fuck.

That’s all I could think as I made my way through Kitten’s Castle to a black out booth.

Fucking hell.

In a matter of seconds, my life had been flipped upside down; I was taken in for questioning, I spent the night in jail, and now I’m on trial for prostitution, embezzlement, and a fucking Ponzi scheme.

Was I innocent?

Fuck no, I wasn’t innocent. I was the furthest thing from innocent. I was so God damn guilty that I was grasping at anything to make this hellish nightmare go away. I would do just about anything to avoid the wrath that was coming my way.

That was why I found myself hunched over in a booth at Kitten’s Castle, awaiting my caller. I received a letter this morning, inviting me to talk tonight. I didn’t know who it was from or what they were going to say, but what I did know was they wanted to talk about my future, in private.

I was a desperate man, so meeting in such a filthy strip club wasn’t an issue to me. I would do just about anything right now.

The club hadn’t changed since the last time I paid the rat hole of an establishment a visit, except for the workers…the girls were different. They were far more classless than the previous girls. They didn’t seem to care about their appearance, nor how they spoke or presented themselves. The standards at Kitten’s Castle had dropped immensely.

Music pounded against the walls as the stage acts grabbed the attention of every drooling man in the vicinity. The girl on stage was a pretty red head, not something I would necessarily touch, but she was nice to look at. She was completely nude except for a miniscule thong barely covering her assets, and her breasts were beyond fake, but enticing enough to make a man yearn.

“See something you like?” a familiar voice asked from the side of the booth. I couldn’t quite see who it was, given the darkness of the booth, but the moment he stepped forward, right in front of the table, I knew right away who it was, I would know that silhouette anywhere.

Jett Colby.

Fire raged within me as I realized he was the one who was coming to meet me. My hopes for salvation immediately fell; Jett Colby wouldn’t be offering me an out, not after our history.

“What do you want?” I asked, as I sat back in the booth.

Stepping forward, Jett placed his hand on the table and leaned toward me. I could see his face from the flicker of the small candle on the table.

“Let’s have a little conversation, shall we? But, before we get started, we need to wait on one more person.”

I could guess who it was going to be; there was no doubt in my mind. It was going to be Goldie. I should have known all along. Leo was going to have my head.

“Well, where is she?” I asked, looking around. “Spreading her legs for someone else?”

The least I could do was strike him where it hurt.

“Who?” he asked, not flinching from my words.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot. You know I’m talking about Goldie; where is she? I don’t have all night to wait.”

“You do, actually,” Jett corrected me. “Because, last I heard, you were pretty damn desperate to figure any way out of the hole you put yourself in, and for your information, Goldie and I haven’t talked since she left. Like I told you before, we’re not together. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that until you get it through that dense, disturbingly ugly head of yours.”

My jaw twitched as I refrained from raising my fist to the man. The last thing I needed was assault and battery on my record as well, and knowing the prick standing in front of me, he would press charges.

“What the hell are you doing here?” came Leo’s voice from the side.

“Ah, just in time, please take a seat…Father.” The lightness in Jett’s voice had my knuckles itching to be plowed through his face. He was just too damn happy.

Begrudgingly, Leo sat down next to me in the booth, while Jett took a seat across from the both of us. He perched his folded hands on the table, just as a waitress came over and asked if we wanted anything. With a flick of his wrist, Jett answered no for all of us, and then turned his gaze on us.

In the darkness of the booth, I could still see the glint in his eyes. The arrogant bastard couldn’t be happier…it was written all over his face. He had everything he wanted, he had me and Leo squirming in our seats, and he had Lot 17. Plus, he had the whole damn city wanting to lick his damn nut sac with the plans he’d laid out for Lot 17. Watching his press conference was worse than spending a night in jail until I was able to post bail. He looked so pompous, up on stage with that stupid smirk on his face…

“I’m so glad you two could join me tonight,” Jett stated with cool composure. “Especially given your new circumstances.”

“What the hell do you want?” Leo asked, raising his voice. The man was angry. I actually hadn’t seen him since the club was raided by the police.

“We’ll get to that,” Jett smiled. “What I really want to talk about is your embezzlement and financial problems. Father, I thought you were better than that.”

Leo leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re just finding too much humor in this situation, aren’t you?”

“Where is the humor when it comes to you screwing over thousands of people with a Ponzi scheme? A Ponzi scheme! What about your little prostitution ring, did you really think you weren’t going to be caught? You’re despicable.”

“Like you’re one to talk, with the Lafayette Club; you don’t think that’s despicable?” I stated. “You did the same thing as us with those girls, you just cover it up better.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The Lafayette Club doesn’t even come close to what you two were conducting behind closed doors. I offered the girls an opportunity to better themselves, all you did was blackmail those girls and make them work for you. Do you really think that’s a way to conduct business?”