Page 404 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Getting tired?” I asked after we’d been pumping for at least two minutes. Hard mode was no joke.
Ash laughed. “No way. You?”
“Not a chance.” We both started pumping faster. There was no way I was going to lose this. I had so much freaking practice. Way more than Ash.
But then Ash leaned forward and started sucking on it.
“Damn!” yelled Esme. “You go girl!”
Ash started gagging on it, but that didn’t stop her. She was sucking like a champ.
It was a shame, though, because I never lost. A few more pumps and…
Ash pulled back from her dildo and water spilled from her mouth. She giggled and turned away as the dildo shot more water into her face.
I stared at her in shock.Holy shit.Girl had game.
“Boom!” she yelled. “You lose, sucker!”
“Best out of three?”
“No way. I won fair and square. Which means I choose where we go next.”
“Should I have the pilot turn around?” asked Esme.
“Hell no,” said Ash. “My bestie is getting married, and it’s my job to make sure she has the best night of her life! Onward to Miami!” She threw her hands in the air.
Wait, what?
“Slavanka, give me my dress back. And Esme, bring us all more banana juice!” She hoisted her empty glass into the air. “Best. Night. EVER!”
And suddenly everything made sense. The banana juice had worked its magic and turned cute, nervous Ash into wild, party girl Ash. And I was loving it.
She stripped off her banana pajamas and slid into the slutty little dress.
“Oh my God,” she said. “My ass looks freaking amazing in this.” She clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh no! Does it looktoogood? I don’t want to look better than the bride. That would be so rude.”
“You’re fine, Ash.” She was hot, but there was only one Chastity.Moi.I tore off my pajamas and started trying on dresses.
“Slavanka, get over here and try some stuff on!” said Ash. “And you two!” She pointed at Esme and the other flight attendant. “You’re coming too.”
“Really?” they asked.
“Yup,” I said. I knew they rarely got to leave the plane because Daddy went hard. #GetHardPartyHard. It was a boy thing. “You guys have to come. I’d look so lame with only two bridesmaids. I need a whole squad.” I tossed them each a bridesmaid sash and rifled through the dresses on the rack. I needed to find something amazing.
Thirty minutes later, we all looked hot as hell. My four girls were rocking pink mini-dresses with white sashes. But I was gonna get all the stares.
Cleavage?Check.
Tummy?Not a ton showing, but my dress did have a sexy little cut-out.
Legs?Those were the showstopper. My special order Odegaard gladiator boots were giving me life, and they even had a matching white bridal garter.
They. Were. Everything. I was definitely gonna get railed tonight.
I made a mental note to do more custom orders for Odegaards - especially with 12 hour turnaround times for only $100K - and then snapped a selfie of us as the plane rolled to a stop in the terminal.
“Welcome to Miami, ladies,” said the pilot over the intercom. “It’s currently 82 degrees with a chance of thunderstorms in the forecast. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”
