Page 140 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He grabbed my hand, pulled me off the dance floor, and into the sex hallway.
I guess I’m about to find out...My heart started racing. Cole was about to impregnate me. Or make everyone stop thinking I was racist. I wasn’t sure what his master plan was exactly.
He scanned the card on a reader and opened the door to the eyeball room.
We walked into a big round room with lots of easels around the perimeter. There was a platform in the center. Oh, it was a painting class!
Cole led me to two easels near the front that had reserved signs on them. There were fancy glasses of wine waiting for us.
I had no idea how this was going to get me pregnant or make the rumors stop. But it seemed like it was going to be fun.
The lights dimmed and everyone went to their easels.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a voice on the loudspeaker. “Please welcome tonight’s model.”
I started clapping loudly but stopped when I saw everyone else snapping respectfully. I hadn’t realized this was like a poetry slam kind of applause situation. People started turning toward me.
No! Don’t look at me!I didn’t want them to know there was a rumored racist in the room. I did my best to hide behind my easel. I just wanted to enjoy my night in peace. When thesnapping stopped, I slowly came out of hiding. The model was standing on the platform facing away from us. It was a black guy in a fluffy white robe.
I turned to Cole. “You think painting a black man is gonna fix my image?” I whispered. “Dude, that’s the worst idea ever. There’s no way my painting won’t be inadvertently offensive in some way.” I was no artist.
“I know. That’s why you won’t be painting.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll be sucking.” He smirked at me.
The model dropped his robe. Even though he was flaccid, he was so big and thick.
My eyes grew round as I stared at his sausage. “I’ll be doing what?!” I whisper-yelled at Cole.
“Sucking. What better way to fix your image than to get 20 portraits done of you blowing the man you insulted?”
My eyes went from the guy’s cock to his face.No. Ah! It’s Desmond!
I grabbed my easel and used it to hide my face from him as I crept toward the closest exit. As soon as I was safely out of the room, I tossed the easel aside.
Cole followed me out into the hall.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked. “That was the worst idea ever!”
“Was it? I thought it was a pretty brilliant idea.”
I groaned. I hoped no one got a gif of me running out of the room. That could be interpreted very poorly given the circumstances...
“What better way to apologize than with a sweet blowjob?” asked Cole.
“I mean…I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. But I don’t want pictures of me sucking a huge cock hanging on the walls of the Society!”
“Interesting. You may not want to turn around then.”
What?I turned around. “What the fuck?!”
We were standing in some sort of art gallery. But all the pictures were framed tv screens playing gifs. My eyes landed on one I’d seen before titled: Officer Ironside gif. I was kneeling on the side of the road while Officer Ironside covered me in cum. I quickly read the caption:Your girl loves when you speed. She loves it even more when you get pulled over for it.
“Cole!” I yelled. “You said you deleted that!”
“I did. But once you upload it to the Society servers it’s automatically entered into the Onyxies…”
