Page 415 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I sat back in my chair and drank in the whole performance.
The way he moved his hips was spectacular. And his gray sweatpants onesie did little to hide the movement of his cock. If anything, the sweatpants accentuated his fantastic member. It was so easy to picture myself on the receiving end of those thrusts.
But rather than running on stage and tearing his monkey suit off, I stayed put and sipped on my banana juice.
Come to mama.
The spotlight followed his every move as he spun around a few times and then jumped off the stage. For a split second I thought he might be headed to the birthday girl’s table. But no, of coursehe wasn’t. I was a bride-to-be. And my tits were way better than the birthday girl’s. There was no way he’d go to her table first.
He danced up the stairs and put the wooden cloche in front of me.
Thank you, sir.
From afar I hadn’t realized how tall he was. It was possible that his height was just an illusion created by the oversized monkey mask, but one look at his banana-colored sneakers told me everything I needed to know. They werehuge.Size 13 at least. Which made sense, because I’d ordered an extra large. Actually, I’d ordered an extra largedouble. So where was my second man? The only explanation for his absence was that he wanted to make a grand entrance.
The monkey man danced for a second and then pulled the lid off my cloche. To reveal…
A huge banana split. Two bananas. Hot fudge. Nuts. And a dozen scoops of extra extra dark chocolate ice cream. The whole thing was even covered in a white drizzle that must have been the secret sauce.
What the hell is this?!
There wasn’t actually supposed to be a banana split under there. The cloche was supposed to be empty. And then the monkey man was supposed to do a whole strip dance and turn his cock into the world’s most delicious banana split.
Surely this was a mistake. I turned back to the server as he pulled a can of whipped cream out of his onesie pocket.
There we go!
But instead of putting the whipped cream all over his dick, he squirted a lovely little dollop onto my banana split. And then he danced away.
“That looks fucking amazing!” yelled Ash.
It actually did look pretty good. And based on what I knew about banana parties…there would be plenty more opportunities for me to properly enjoy myself tonight. Not to mention that this banana split would surely go straight to my tits. As far as the girls were concerned, it was basically a giant platter of bread and meat.
I grabbed a spoon and dug in.
Yum.
“Who wants to go next?” asked the DJ.
Ash jumped to her feet. “I DO!!!”
“Crikey she’s excited. Someone bring that girl a banana split immediately!”
Another monkey man danced out on stage with a wooden cloche. The spotlight followed him as he danced up to our table.
Ash was already gripping her spoon, ready to dig in.
The monkey man did a little spin and then put the cloche in front of her. But when he opened it, there was no banana split. Just an empty platter surrounded by a bunch of little bowls filled with toppings.
That’s what mine should have been like!
He made a big show of picking up the empty platter and staring at it, his giant monkey head tilting to one side in confusion. And then he chucked it into the forest. It hit a tree and shattered into a million little pieces.
“Hey!” said Ash. “Where’s my banana split?”
The monkey man danced around a bit more and then unzipped his onesie. His mask stayed on as he peeled the suit off his chiseled body. All the girls cheered at the sight of his rock-hard abs.
And they really cheered when his banana hammock swung free.
