Page 273 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“I can use my tongue and my fingers, Young Robert.”
Rob rolled his eyes.
A stripper came up to Daphne and asked her for her banana split order.
“Oooooh.” She looked so excited. “What are the options?”
He handed her a menu and she perused it.
I kept staring at Ash getting railed. I could feel myself growing hard.Fuck.
“There are so many choices,” Daphne said. “And it’s completely build your own?”
The waiter nodded.
“Fantastic. I love when it’s build your own. Are the chocolate chips already in the mint chocolate chip ice cream? Or can they be left out?”
“They’re definitely already in it,” he said.
“Rats. Oh what about the chocolate chips in the cherry chocolate chip ice cream?”
“All the chips are already in the ice cream. Do you not like chocolate chips?” He looked a little offended.
I tried to focus on Daphne ordering instead of Ash on stage. I’d been out with Daphne to dinner a lot, and her ordering was great at warding off erections.
“Chocolate chips are okay,” she said. “I just thought it was a build your own banana split.”
“It is.”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure about that. Hmmmm. I can’t decide! What pairs well with the deep dark chocolate ice cream?”
“I thought you didn’t like chocolate?” the waiter asked.
“Just in certain chip forms. Oh! I know. Maybe some marshmallow? Are your marshmallows vegan?”
He thought about it for a moment. “No. I don’t think he is.”
“What?” she asked.
“What?” he responded back.
Daphne shook her head. “Hm. There are some very strange topping options. And so many different chocolate options. I was really more in the mood for vanilla. You don’t have any vanilla chocolate chip?”
“That wouldn’t make any sense,” he said. “You can’t have vanillaandchocolate. Unless you order two banana splits.”
“I’m not sure he’s ever seen a banana split before,” she whispered to Rob.
The waiter shook his head. “And I thought you didn’t like chocolate?”
Daphne shrugged. “It depends on my mood. Back to the mint chocolate chip. Can I put toppings on that? Scratch that. I forgot about the chocolate chip part again. Gross. No one wants that.”
The waiter looked more offended than ever.
Which made sense. He was black. And it looked like he might be Greek. I didn’t remember what the mint chocolate chip ice cream stood for, but it was very possible it was for a big black Greek dick. And Daphne had been a little rude about wanting the chocolate chips left out. And a little rude about chocolate in general. Yeah, Daphne was being very offensive. But it was pretty clear she had no idea she was ordering a dick. She thought she was ordering an actual banana split.
“You know what?” she said. “Let’s abandon all reason. I’ll take the deep dark chocolate ice cream. With whipped cream. Oh! And sprinkles could be fun! Do you have the colorful ones?”
“Oh.” The waiters eyes grew round. “Is this banana split for one of these gentleman?”
