Page 400 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
The first stewardess came back out. “Anything else you ladies need?”
I turned to Slavanka and Ash. “Are you guys thirsty or hungry? The food is so much better than normal airplane food. You’ll love it.”
“I eat,” Slavanka said.
“I’m actually quite parched,” Ash said.
The stewardess handed them each a menu. “I’ll give you some time to look it over.” She walked away.
Ash’s eyes bulged. “Does this say blowjob?”
“Hm?” I looked at the menu. “Oh, yeah, you can order sex stuff if you want. I figured you probably just wanted a drink though, you dirty girl.”
“Why is there sex stuff on this menu?”
“Daddy likes his jets fun.” Maybe Ash would be up for a naked pilot after all…
“And the stewardesses are okay with that? Isn’t that like…sex slavery?”
I laughed. “They get paid. And it’s not like he surprises them with it. It’s part of the job description.”
“Sushi served on breasts is part of the job description?” She jabbed at another line item on the menu.
“Of course. Do they not have that on coach?”
“No!”
“Well you’re welcome to order it if you wanna see what it’s like.”
Ash laughed. “I don’t think so.” She looked back down at the menu. “Oooh they have banana juice? I didn’t even know that was a thing. That sounds really good. Might as well stay on theme.”
“Excellent choice.” Banana juice was strong. She was about to have the time of her life.
“I have big sausage platter,” Slavanka said. “Unless that is with the penis?”
I laughed. “No, Daddy isn’t gay. It’s just a tray of fine sausages. They’re to die for.”
“Yes. I like that.”
“One banana juice, the sausage platter, and my usual!” I yelled over to the stewardess. “Now let’s try some stuff on!” I tossed a slutty little dress over at Ash.
“Is this a bib?”
I looked over at her. “It’s a dress.”
Her eyes grew round.
“Remember, Rule #16: Either your legs, cleavage, or stomach must be showing at all times. Preferably all three.”
“My ass would be hanging out,” she protested.
“Hmmm, let me see.” I grabbed the dress and held it up to her. “It’s the perfect length. And it’s nice and stretchy, so it’ll be easy for you to pull it up if you need to.”
“Pull it up?! For what?”
“Whatever you want, you naughty girl. You’re the maid of honor at your besties’ bachelorette party. No one’s going to judge you.”
A giant smile spread over Ash’s face.
