Page 207 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“We get to measure their cocks, right?” asked Chastity. “Do they do that in dog shows?”
Frankie shrugged. “I don’t think they do that in dog shows, but we definitely do it in the Gent Show.”
“Yeah we do.” Chastity high fived her.
I leaned forward. “Frankie, have you heard from Nigel recently?” Nigel had been very sweet all week. And I really wanted himto find someone too. And fine...maybe if he was a little busier he wouldn’t keep popping up at weird times. It would be much better for me if he was popping up on Frankie nude instead. He’d seen me naked more times than I could count. Although I was getting used to the heated towels he kept bringing me...
“No,” said Frankie. “I haven’t seen him around the Society at all recently.”
Huh.How strange. Nigel was so into her. Almost borderline obsessed, like I was with Tanner. Maybe Nigel was worried she wouldn’t be interested because he was a pure boy and Frankie tended to like bad boys? But I’d take a pure boy over a bad boy any day. Tanner was technically a pure boy too. Since his P had never been in a V. But he sure knew what to do with his tongue. #PureBoysDoItBetter. “I did it!”
“What did you do?” asked Chastity.
“That hashtag I just used.”
“You didn’t say anything,” she said.
Damn it!Why did I always only use them right in my head?
“It’s starting!” Frankie pointed to the door that had just opened.
Karl was being walked into the room. He was wearing a jock strap as promised. And he was being led in on a leash held by a beautiful woman in a tweed skirt that cut off mid-calf. It was the least flattering skirt I’d ever seen someone wear at Club Onyx.
“Okay, time to assess,” said Frankie. She grabbed a clipboard and stood up.
I followed her around the booth.
“First we have to look at his gait,” said Frankie.
Karl was walking fairly normally. It seemed like a good gait to me. He stopped in front of us.
“Now we have to look at his teeth.”
“What?” I asked.
“Like in the dog show,” Frankie whispered. “How about you take the lead on this gent. I’ll walk you through it.”
Um...okay.“Hi, Karl,” I said.
“No talking to the gents,” the girl holding the leash said.
So formal.
“Check out his teeth,” said Frankie. “You gotta pull his lips back.”
Karl smiled at me.
Okay.I’d seen the Thanksgiving Dog Show before. I reached up and really pulled his lips up to examine his bite.Looks good to me.I dropped his lips.
Karl moved his lips around.
Sorry.I guess I’d pulled them pretty hard.
“And his ears,” said Frankie.
I wasn’t really sure how this applied to gents. But I followed her instructions. I pulled out his ears and wiggled them around. They seemed like perfectly good ears. Maybe a little on the big side.
“And his muscle tone,” said Frankie.
