Page 407 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“It’s sweat,” she said a little louder. “Lying makes me nervous.”
“We’re not lying. We’re getting into the hottest club in the city. If it makes you feel better, it’s not even a strip club.”
“Really?” She looked a little relieved.
Which was weird. She needed more banana juice ASAP.
“Really.” I motioned to all the douchy guys lined up. “Do those guys look like they’d be waiting in line to see a bunch of male strippers?”
“No.”
“He does,” said Slavanka, brazenly pointing at a guy in averynice pair of loafers.
“True.”
The bouncer returned and handed me our IDs. “Welcome to Club Ice. It’s our pleasure to host your bachelorette party this evening. The VIP lounge is the first door on the right.”
“Told ya,” I said to Ash. I linked my arm through hers and pulled her into the club.
My whole bride squad followed me down the hall to the VIP lounge.
The door slammed shut behind us.
“Why’s it so dark in here?” asked Ash.
That was a good question. I was used to mood lighting in fancy clubs, but this was a bit extreme. I used the light on my phone to locate a light switch.
But when I flipped it on…something seemed very wrong.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered. Because this wasn’t like any VIP lounge I’d been in before. The wooden benches and metal bars had more of a jail cell vibe. I thought back to my plans for the night and nodded. Actually, this seemed just about right. We were right on time.
“Sex gulag?” asked Slavanka. “Or real arrest?”
Ash started fanning her armpits. “I never thought I’d say this, but I hope you lured me into a sex dungeon.”
I decided that leaning into the fake arrest thing would be the most fun for everyone. It would be so unexpected when we arrived at our final destination. I pretended to try to open the door that we’d just come through, but it didn’t budge. “Oh no,” I said. “Yelp didn’t say anything about sex dungeons, so I’d say we got busted for those fake IDs.”
“No. No!” Ash was pacing so fast. “This can’t be happening! I’m not built for prison.”
“Chill, girl. No one is going to prison. Single Girl Rule #29…”
“Every girl deserves a big cock on her birthday,” said Slavanka.
“What?” asked Ash. “How does that apply?”
“We no get big cock in lady prison. So sad.” Slavanka slumped down on a wooden bench.
“That’s Rule #38,” I corrected. “Rule #29 is single girls don’t get speeding tickets.”
Ash shook her head. “Flashing your boobs might work to get out of a little speeding ticket, but using a fake ID is a way bigger deal. Is it a felony? What if it’s a felony?”
“Then I’ll call Daddy and have him fix it,” I lied. Daddy could not know about this. He’d be angry with me. I wasn’t supposed to go out on weekends anymore. Or was it weeknights? Maybe it was all of them… “Or I could just blow the cop. Hmm…yeah, that sounds more fun.”
“What if there’s more than one?” asked Ash. “Cops usually travel in twos.”
“This is ridiculous,” Esme said. “I’m over 21. Besides, there are five of us. We could take care of the entire station if we had to.”
Shhh, don’t give away the surprise!I gave Esme a high five. “Yeah we could! See, Ash? It’ll be fine.”
