Title: Becoming A Jett Girl
Author: Meghan Quinn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1st, 2014
How did I start the Lafayette Club?
Well, I’m in the business of saving tarnished souls. I hand pick girls from the street who have no options left in life and give them an opportunity they can’t possibly refuse.
They come to work in the Lafayette Club which is full of EXQUISITE DEBAUCHERY, where influential men come to conduct business and lap dances are considered a fine art.
The girls are trained, they are morphed, they are educated, they follow the rules of the club and they know to submit to me. They live by my motto, no relationships, no love, just sex.
They are never touched, only by me, they are never completely naked, only with me, and their personas are entirely anonymous. The only person who knows who they truly are, is me, Jett Colby.
If these girls were ever seen on the streets of New Orleans, you would never know they were a Jett Girl.
“Where the fuck are my titty tassels?” Lyla announced, as she dug through her locker.
She was always losing her tassels. To be honest, I didn’t know why she used them to begin with; they were more eighties porn than New Orleans strip club, but she swore they drove the men crazy. I wouldn’t know, since I was always stuck on drink duty, but that wasn’t my choice.
“Seriously, Goldie, have you seen my tassels? I’m on in five,” Lyla pleaded.
“I haven’t. Maybe you should try something other than mini curtains hanging off your tits, huh?
Maybe wear…oh, what do they call it…a bra?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Lyla asked, as she shimmied her naked tits in my face and I tried to smack her jugs away.
There was a reason why Lyla, my roommate, was center stage at Kitten’s Castle every night. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a little lady wood every time she was up on stage. She was one of those mixed breeds who lucked out by having parents with perfect genes. Her skin was a deep brown color, her eyes were light green, and her hair was pitch black. Exotic could be a word to describe her, but I would also say fuck-me-in-the-ass beautiful. Yeah, that pretty much described her.
Lyla gave up on the search for her tassels and threw on a white cropped T-shirt over her naked breasts.
“I’ll just do my wet T-shirt routine tonight. There’s a bachelor party out there that has a lot of money to spend,” she said, while wiggling her eyebrows.
“When is there not a bachelor party out there?” I responded. “It’s New Orleans for fuck’s sake and we work at one of the most premier spots for men to get away with murder when they’re away from their own personal finger huts. You know, since the lighting is pretty much non-existent in here.”
Lyla crinkled her nose at my statement. “Hey, I like the fact that the lights aren’t very bright in here. I’d rather not have a spotlight shining up my Britney while I’m dancing on stage.”
“Easy for you to say; you’re not the one delivering drinks in the dark. I swear, Marv is trying to kill me out there.” I slammed my hand on the vanity and said, “And when the hell am I going to get my chance on stage?”
“Down girl. You get paid well.”
“Yeah, but I get groped every time a pass a hairy and horny man and, as we know, that’s pretty much every guy in this dump.”
“You got to work it, bitch, if you want to get the hell out of here, so stop complaining and put your garter belt on. We have some willing customers out there with some fat wallets.”
I huffed and waved Lyla off as she raced out to the stage to get ready for her act.
I looked into the mirror and studied the reflection that looked back at me. Ugh, I hated that my life had become an uphill climb of trying to pay off bills and debt that were, unfortunately, not even mine, but that of my dead parents. Every day, I have to practically sell my soul to skeezy men just to make sure I don’t go hungry and I can pay off the stack of bills that are piling up on my counter.
I’ve spent the last nine years of my life trying to climb back from the hole that Hurricane Katrina put in it and it hasn’t been easy, especially since I have no degree and no job experience.
That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of a rusty old vanity with piss poor lighting, outlining my azure colored eyes with cheap-as-fuck eyeliner and praying that only one man tries to stick his thumb in my ass tonight. It was a common occurrence amongst the pervs.
First off I want to thank Meghan yet again for providing me with a copy of BAJG to read and review, I LOVE this woman’s work.
You know you’re about to read an EPIC story when it starts with this
“Where the fuck are my titty tassels?”
LOL, I seriously was crying out laughing, this was after I spat my drink all over…yeah…so were screwed from here on out.
I loved Goldie’s character, She’s feisty and funny, she also has a potty mouth that will certainly get her in trouble with the devilishly handsome Jett Colby.
Goldie hasn’t been dealt the best card in her life, after loosing so much in hurricane Katrina she’s hit rock bottom, her parents….GONE… her life…. GONE….
All she has left is her kinky two bit job selling herself….is this what she wanted in life? HELL TO THE NO!
“My life was a pile of shit….no, a fly that ate the pile of shit….no, the puke the fly threw up after eating the pile of shit….that was my life.”
When a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a Jett Girl arises, Goldie is a little dubious at first…I mean I would too. I mean what kind of guy has a harem of women at his beck and call, who pays for EVERYTHING, who houses his harem of woman….oh and no other guy can touch them either….yeah….that would be Jett Colby.
He has been hurt in the past and has built a steel wall around his heart, no one gets in and nothing gets out…that’s how he likes it and that’s the way it’s going to stay….right? Right???
Jett Colby is rich, I mean seriously filthy rich, he’s also powerful, and with a voice that could melt your panties off, literally, what more could a woman ask for?
The sex scenes in this are HOT and I mean off the scale. The Bourbon Room….Yeah can I get called in there next please? Pretty please?
I also loved Kace…..Mmmmmm, Bad boy boxer….erm? yes please 🙂
I can’t decide who I want more….Jett or Kace?……MMmmmm maybe both! Yes, I WANT both of these beauties!
About The Author:
When I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things so I didn’t take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, besides “The Notebook” I made time to read the heartbreaking novel.
It wasn’t until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books, I came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven’t turned back since.
You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.
I am currently residing in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged children.