Page 143 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Good evening, Miss,” said the guard. “Welcome to the Club Onyx jail. How can I help you?”
“Where’s Dr. Lyons?”
“Who?” the guard asked.
Shit. Did I just reveal his real name?That was against the rules. And I’d just done it to a freaking police officer! “The lions. This is the zoo, right?”
“Miss, are you trying to fuck some animals?”
“What? No!” The last thing I needed right now was for that rumor to spread too. Or maybe since I’d given Desmond a jungle key this could be seen as a good thing?Nope. No.People might not make the connection. And fucking actual animals was never a positive. “I’m here to get my date out of jail.”
“So you do know this is a jail and not a zoo? Why did you ask to see lions then?”
“Did I? I don’t think that sounds right.”
We both just stared at each other.
“Anywho...” I said. “How do I get my date out? Do I have to pay bail or something?”
“Come with me.”
Phew. Close call on being an animal fucker.I followed the guard behind the desk through a door into a marble-floored hallway lined with bars. Behind the bars were luxury hotel rooms. It was more like a Swiss bank vault than a prison. If all prisons were like this, I wouldn’t find the idea of being arrested so scary…
One of the inmates reached through the bars and pointed at me. “If only our hair matched our jumpsuits, she’d want to free all of us.”
Was that a weird ginger supremacist joke?
“Do you want to free me?” said another. “I’m white. I know you like that. And guess where I have some freckles?”
Ew. No wonder you’re in jail, asshole.
“Hey baby,” said another prisoner.
Ah!It was Diablo in an orange jumpsuit.
“It’s so good to see you. And it’ll be even better when that guard rips off that pretty little sundress and fucks you against these bars.”
Is that what’s about to happen?!
Angel cleared his throat from the cell right next to Diablo’s. “What he meant to say is that he would very much appreciate you paying our bail to get us free.”
Well, that is not what your brother just said!“What does that have to do with fucking the guard?”
A smile slowly stretched across Angel’s face.
Oh. Oh no.I suddenly understood how this place worked. Sex for freedom.
“Or you could just come fuck us,” said Diablo. “That would actually be even more fun.” He started to unzip his orange jumpsuit.
The guard walked over and smacked Diablo with his nightstick. But it just bounced off of him. It was more of a pool noodle than a nightstick.Oh.The nightstick was made of foam. Which made sense. This place wasn’t a real prison. It was a weird sex dungeon.
“Ignore them,” said the guard as he led me further down the hall to a big metal door. He reached for his security pass, but it wasn’t there. “Hmmm, that’s weird. I must have left it in my office.” He hit an intercom button on the wall. “It’s Officer Garcia. Unlock door 3 please.”
A light on the wall turned green as the door buzzed. Officer Garcia escorted me through the door into a very fancy courtroom. The auctioneer from my first night here at the sex auction was sitting on the judge’s bench. Behind him was a giant gold logo of the Society and two black flags with gold Society logos on them.
The auctioneer judge turned to Dr. Lyons in the witness box. “And you caught these women with the camera equipment in Exhibit A?” He pointed to a pile of super fancy cameras and boom mics and lights.
Dr. Lyons nodded. “Yes. They pretended to be delivering it to the prize wheel room, but when I double checked the schedule, I found no record of an incoming shipment of camera equipment.”
