Page 261 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I turned toward Chastity. The scroll had said she’d planned all this. And yes, the minotaur stripper had clearly been trying to rape us. But now we were in this peaceful villa with only women. Maybe there weren’t going to be anymore strippers now. Chastity was full of surprises tonight.
“Ah! Look!” Chastity pointed up.
Three guys had just walked out onto a platform that looked like a cloud. The platform was labeled MT. OLYMPUS. One of the guys was a DJ, dressed kinda like a god. And the other two guys were dancers, also dressed liked gods.
They started playing a Spaceboy song.
Hold everything. Wait. It IS Spaceboy!“It’s Spaceboy!” I yelled and started cheering.
All the girls in the crowd went wild and started dancing.
“Come on!” Chastity put her arm through mine. “Let’s dance!”
I really wanted to. But... The minotaur slammed against the door again. “Shouldn’t we keep going? To get farther away from the minotaur?”
“No way. We already escaped. Besides, even if he does break in, I’m sure another girl here will happily ride him. He was hotter than sin.”
Fair.
“And it’s Spaceboy! Your favorite!”
I smiled. First we’d gotten to play Seven Wonders for hours. Now she’d gotten Spaceboy. Chastity was being such a good maid of honor.
She led me down to a big sand pit where everyone was dancing.
Frankie, Madison, Chastity, and I all started dancing too.
I’d seen a lot of Spaceboy performances, but this one was awesome. Now that I knew the theme, I could tell that Spaceboy was dressed like Zeus. He was spinning records and rapping. I couldn’t tell which gods the two dancers were dressed as. One was dancing on a cloud that was somehow floating around the party. He pulled out a bow and arrow. Oh! He was probably Apollo. Or...maybe cupid?
The other dancer had a winged helmet and now he was flying around the party in some sort of rocket boots. All while dancing. I didn’t understand how he was doing it, but it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to fuck him so bad.
Ah! No! Bad Ash!Sometimes my whorish ways popped back up. And I immediately bottled them and threw them over my shoulder. I kept swaying my hips as I pretended to screw a bottle closed and tossed it.
“What dance move is that?” asked Frankie, mimicking me.
“The pure girl dance!”
“What?” she made a face.
“Have you heard from Nigel recently?” I asked.
“No!” she shouted over the music.
Strange.I’d never taken Nigel as a shy boy. But I wouldn’t have thought he was a pure boy either. He was such an enigma.
The four of us kept dancing. I remembered dancing with Tanner last time I saw Spaceboy live. I pictured his hands on my hips. It had been the perfect night. Well, kind of. It had been perfect up until Incident #6. I still remembered Tanner’s face when I blurted out that I loved him. Right before I fell off the side of the yacht half naked and Tanner disappeared. I had a strange definition of perfect. But honestly...I’d take having an incident with Tanner over not seeing Tanner any day of the week. I missed him so much it hurt.
Spaceboy tapped the mic when the song ended. “If all the ladies could please clear the dance floor.”
Thank God.I was tired from dancing so much. And so parched. I collapsed on one of the couches situated around the sandpit.
A hole at each end of the sandpit opened up and guys dressed as gladiators came up through the floor on rising platforms.
Madison tsked. “Why aren’t they wearing more clothes?”
I happened to like the little they were wearing. They just had on togas and gladiator helmets with cages over their faces. They didn’t have any weapons. And they were chained to the floor.
I really liked this vibe. Men being chained up did something to me. I crossed my legs.
