I turned to look at Kace and then smiled. “What else would he do? He’s already agreed to manage the center for me, as well as give boxing lessons.”

“Seriously?” Babs asked, excited for Kace. “Jett, that is so great.”

“So, I’m guessing you approve then?”

Babs looked around at the girls and I could see all of them smiling, confirming what I thought…they loved the idea.

“Does this mean we can wear normal clothes?” Babs asked.

Laughing, I nodded my head. “Yes, please wear normal clothes.”

“Well, just that would make it worth it,” Francy said, as she plucked at her shirt. “If I never have to see another dress shirt again, I would be a happy woman.”

“But, you look so hot in them, and you know how I love ripping the buttons off,” Tootse whined.

“Ah, I see. So your kinky sex is why I had to keep buying button up shirts for you two,” I asked, while shaking my head.

“What can I say? I know how to please my lady,” Francy shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey!” Tootse said. “I thought we were supposed to keep things between a lady and a lady.”

Francy patted Tootse’s bright blonde hair and said, “Babe, I didn’t say anything revealing.”

“Oh, okay. So as long as I don’t talk about how you like me to use my left hand on you…”

“Babe!”

“Are you ambidextrous?” Babs asked Tootse.

“When I’m knuckles deep, yes.”

“Jesus,” Kace muttered from behind me.

I checked my watch and noticed it was time for me to leave, and not just because I didn’t want to be late for my date with Goldie. I really didn’t want to hear about Tootse going knuckles deep.

I said my goodbyes and listened to the girls try to tease me one last time about my outfit before I left. I ignored them and popped into my Aston Martin, the car I used when I took Goldie out on her first date with me. I felt like being a little nostalgic, plus I knew how much she liked the car. Maybe, just maybe, I would let her drive it. That would be a very big maybe. Knowing her, she would be the worst driver ever.

Pulling up to Diego’s apartment made me even more nervous than ever, and not because of my date with Goldie, but because of the last time I talked to him. I was an abhorrent bastard, blaming him for my problems. Diego didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, and I owed him more than an apology. I just wasn’t sure whether he would accept it or not.

I parked my car in the back alleyway and headed up to the back entrance. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I called out, but no one came to the back, so I headed up the stairs to Goldie’s room, hoping she was ready to go.

As I approached her door, I could hear her talking, so I paused to make sure I didn’t walk in on a private moment. When I only heard her voice, I grew slightly confused, so I pushed forward to see what she was doing.

Her door was cracked just enough that I could see her standing in front of her mirror…talking to herself.

“Oh, this old thing? I just pulled it from the closet, but thank you, it really does accentuate my breasts, doesn’t it?” she leaned forward and showed off her cleavage. “Eat your heart out, Jett Colby,” she said in a deep voice, while shimmying at herself in the mirror. “What’s that? You want to take me in the port-a-potty? Why, Jett Colby, I thought you had more class than that, but if it’s a dream you’ve always had, then who am I to stop you from achieving your dreams? Just make sure you wash your hands afterwards. Who knows what happens in those things?”

She brushed her hair out of her face and then curtseyed with the bright green dress she was wearing, which was tight around her breasts and waist and then fell loosely at her hips. It was a gorgeous sundress for a gorgeous woman.

In a hoity voice, she held her hand out and said, “Why, I do believe we’ve met, Mrs. Havershire. Yes, I’m the woman who fucked Jett’s brains out at the event a while ago, yes, that’s right, you smelled my puss…”

“Mrs. Havershire?” I asked, before she could finish her sentence.

“Fucking hairy balls,” she shouted, as she backed up into the mirror at being startled. I quickly caught her before she fell over. “Why, why would you do that?” she asked, while she pulled herself away and tried to right her dress.

“Because I couldn’t help myself,” I answered with a grin. “What were you practicing?”

“Who knows who we will meet today? I wanted to make sure I was prepared.”

“By talking about when I banged you up against a wall at an event?”

“Yes,” she replied with her chin held high.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to introduce you to everyone as Goldie, the girl’s pussy you smelled…”

“Stop it,” she laughed, while covering her face, making her absolutely adorable. “Do not introduce me like that,” she warned.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Or I will make sure I embarrass you in the most horrid way possible.”

“You think you can embarrass me?”

With a big grin, she nodded and said, “Oh, I know I can embarrass you.”

“Why are you so confident?” I asked, while nudging her chin with my finger.

“Because, you’re Jett Colby, Mr. Social Standing. You have a façade you have to live up to. One mention of the wrong thing in front of the right person, and I’ll have your face turning bright red before you can unzip your pants and introduce everyone to the Douglas Fir you keep locked up in there.”

“Douglas Fir? Really? Not a Redwood?”

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her purse and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Not quite. I bet you I can embarrass you more than you can embarrass me.”

She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at me with disbelief on her face. “You can’t be serious. You and I both know I could make Charlie Sheen blush with the things that come out of my mouth, let alone a little debutant like yourself.”

“Alright, game on,” I challenged her.

She paused for a second, while eyeing me carefully, and then said, “Fine, what are the stakes?”

“If I win, I get to come back here with you tonight.”

“No sex!” she said, while pointing her cute little finger at me.

“No sex, just…” I bit my lip for a second and said, “I just want to hold you.”

Her face relaxed as my words sank in.

“Ah, hell, that’s not fucking fair. You can’t say things like that.”

“And why not?” I asked.

“Because it makes me have all the feels, and I don’t want to feel for you right now. I still want to be mad at you.”

“Okay,” I laughed. “When are you going to stop being mad at me?”

“I’ll let you know,” she smirked. “Okay, if you win, we come back here, but if I win…I get to drive your car.”

I knew that was coming. I’d called it the moment I stepped inside the Aston. Even though my car was my baby, nothing was more important to me than Goldie. The bet was by far worth it, especially if I had a shot at staying with Goldie for the night.

“Deal,” I agreed, while I held out my hand to shake on it.

She shook my hand with a giant smile on her face.

“Oh, you are so going down, Mr. Colby.”

“Keep dreaming, Little One. I don’t lose.”

“We’ll see about that,” she said, as she brushed past me, leaving a trail of her intoxicating perfume behind her. Fuck, I needed to start thinking of embarrassing things to do to her, because hell if I was going to lose. Nope, I would be ending my night in her small room with the average-sized bed and with my Little One in my arms. There was no other choice for me.

25

“Shut Up and Dance”

Goldie

The drive from Diego’s apartment to Armstrong Park, where the festival was held, was a short five minute drive, but it felt like half an hour as I was trapped in the small confines of Jett’s Aston Martin, watching the muscles in his forearms flex as he shifted gears. Life was so unfair. When did a guy’s forearms become the sexiest part of their bodies? Well, one of the sexiest parts of their bodies, next to the cock, abs, and dick divots.