Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Jazz Club

The Velvet Note was his kingdom. Smoky bourbon air, a saxophone weeping in the corner, secrets buried in every booth. Arthur owned this place. He owned everyone in it. But when he pulled me onto his lap in the private room, I knew I was the only one he wanted to keep. His hand traveled under my dress while the bass thrummed through the floor. The band played on. Nobody heard a thing.