Page 313 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“That’s true,” said Chastity. “Actually, please don’t blow a reporter. I really want to win an Onyxie tonight! The less competition, the better.”
“Onyxie? Tonight?” I hadn’t realized that was happening tonight.
Chastity pointed to the black media backdrop behind us. It was checkered with the Society logo and pictures of a huge penis trophy with “Onyxies 2024” scrawled below it.
“Oh God. Am I about to have to sit in a room full of people while gifs of me being a whore play on a giant screen?”
Tanner shook his head. “The girls on the Onyxies nominating committee are a bunch of caddy bitches. And since you’re not part of their clique, I doubt they chose any of you.
Fingers crossed he was right about that. But I was in an awful lot of entries...
A photographer started snapping pictures of us again.
Tanner pulled me into a kiss.
I really hoped I could get a copy of that picture.
***
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and took another bite of my steak.
Fiona and Edgar – the mismatched couple of the smoking hot brunette model and the nerdy looking dude that Chastity and I had assumed would be a horrible match – were finishing up their acceptance speech for “True Love of the Year.” Which Tanner and I should have totally won. But we were ineligible since we weren’t married.Yet.Speaking of which...was he going to propose soon?
“So then she moved her rook to f3 and checkmated my heart,” said Edgar. He stepped back from the mic and looked over at Fiona.
Fucking finally.
He’d just given the world’s longest speech using a 138-move game of chess as a metaphor for their love story. When he’d first started, I’d hoped it would go on forever so that they wouldn’t get to the hotwife gif category. Or “my category,” as Chastity had affectionately been calling it. But by the time he’d gotten to move 100, I just wanted the torture to be over.
Edgar turned to Fiona and said something in a strange language.
She said something back in the same language and then they kissed and walked offstage, each holding a big black dick trophy.
“Huh,” I said. “Maybe they are perfect for each other.”
“Told you,” said Tanner.
Chastity poked me with one of the many Onyxies she’d won. “It’s time for your category!”
I swatted the big black dick trophy away. “No! Don’t call it that!”
Ocelot walked up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for the award we’ve all been waiting for. Without further ado, it is my pleasure to present the nominees for Best Hotwife Gif.”
A woman’s voice over the loudspeaker announced the first entry: “Ash Cooper in Cumshot Mugshot, submitted by Diablo.”
A gif montage of my mugshots that Diablo had taken after I’d fucked Orlando lit up the big screen. Cum was dripping from my chin. And I was holding a placard saying my crime was “Cheating with big black cock.” The caption read: “Your girl gotarrested, but she said the cop was nice and let her off with a warning.”
I let out a sigh of relief. If the bitches on the nominations committee were going to include one of my hotwife gifs, this one was the least bad option. I mean, sure, I had a ton of cum dripping down my chin. But I wasn’t actively sucking a dick or anything. My tits were even covered by the placard. By Society standards, it was quite modest.
And if people read my crime, they’d realize I wasn’t a ginger supremacist. So it was a double win for me.
“Yeah right,” scoffed someone at the table behind us. “That's definitely ginger cum on her.”
“Right?” said another. “Does she really think we’re gonna believe that placard?”
Gah!
Oh well.Once another gif played, I was sure they’d start gossiping about the girl in it and forget all about my alleged ginger supremacy.
