Page 312 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I broke the seal and pulled out a rich piece of parchment:
Ash, Congratulations on finding love! You and your true love are invited to a celebration of love this evening at 8 pm.
-The Society
“8 pm! Ah! I need to get ready!”
Tanner snapped his fingers and morphed my black leggings and tank top into a super sexy little black dress. The fabric was sparkly. And it was short, but it had a long sheer skirt that made it look super classy.
Then he snapped his fingers again. But instead of being at the Society…we were in the middle of a forest.
Oh no! The serial killer woods!I’d spoken too soon and jinxed everything.
But then I saw Nigel in his little butler uniform leaning against a Rolls Royce limo on the side of the road. Nigel opened the door for me. “Mistress Ash.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Nigel.” I climbed in and Tanner climbed in after me.
“What are we doing all the way out here?” I asked.
“We’re going to a new building we just finished,” said Tanner. “For extra special events. And it would have been suspicious if we didn’t arrive like everyone else.”
“Oh thank God. For a second I thought you were about to eat me.”
Tanner checked his watch. “Well…I guess we have time for that.” He grabbed my thighs and pushed the sheer part of my skirt away. His head disappeared beneath the rest of the skirt.
“Tanner,” I moaned as soon as his tongue traced my wetness.
He knew just what to do to make me desperate for him.
“Please fuck me,” I said and pushed on his shoulders.
But then the limo came to a stop.
Damn it!I looked out the window as Tanner smoothed my skirt back into place. We were outside of a castle made of black marble and tons of glass. The Society logo was being projected onto the façade above the giant glass doors. And a red carpet went from the front steps all the way through the manicured gardens out front. There were globe lights strung up across the hedges. The lights were beautiful, but they weren’t really necessary, because the carpet was so lit up by all the photographers snapping pictures of people posing on the red carpet.
Everyone was dressed to the nines in tuxedos and slutty little dresses.
Tanner helped me out of the limo.
Photographers immediately started snapping pictures of us.
It felt like I was at a Hollywood red carpet event. Except…not quite. Because the blonde chick in front of us had just dropped to her knees and started blowing the guy interviewing her. Her date shook his head and walked away.
Photographers rushed over to take pictures as she pulled back and took a cumshot all over her face.
Ah! It’s Chastity!
Chastity ran over to us. “Hey guys! Happy stalkiversary!” She licked some cum off her finger. “Yum. You wanna try some?” She swiped her finger across her cheek and held it out for me.
I shook my head. “No thanks. My days of cookie tasting are behind me.”
“Suit yourself. Which reporter are you gonna blow?”
“Um…none?”
“You sure? I feel like blowing a reporter right in front of your date makes one hell of a last-minute entry into the hotwife gif contest.”
Tanner cleared his throat. “I think Ash has plenty of entries already.”
