Page 417 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I bit my lip and stared down at his erection. Honestly, it wasn’t quite big enough for my taste. Surely if I refused him they’d send someone more to my liking. So I held up my promise ring. “I can’t. My fiancé would never forgive me. And I already have a banana split.” I shooed him away and took a big bite of extra extra dark chocolate ice cream.
His shoulders slouched in disappointment as he danced over to another table.
“His banana taste good?” asked Slavanka.
“I didn’t blow him!” protested Ash. “And what the hell are strippers doing here anyway? What happened to Single Girl Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night?”
Oh Ash.“You’re forgetting the second half: …Unless they’re strippers. And anyway, strippers aren’t even really boys. They’re objects to be used for our entertainment. Just think of them as giant walking dildos. Or bananas!”
“Speaking of bananas…why did you get a real one while I got a stripper surprise?”
“I’m actually not sure why I got a real banana,” I said and took another bite of delicious ice cream. “That was unexpected.”
“Wait, so all the banana splits are supposed to be cocks?” asked Ash.
“Yeah, girl. Isn’t this amazing?”
“Amazing? More like confusing. The narrative at this Banana Party is all over the place. I mean…The DJ is Australian. And she’s dressed like she’s on some sort of African safari. But then it looks like we’re in the jungle.”
“Right. And monkeys live in the jungle.” It all made perfect sense to me.
“And why are we eating the bananas? Shouldn’t the monkeys be eating the bananas? That’s like…what monkeys do.”
“You want the strippers to suck each other’s dicks? Now that would be spectacular entertainment.”
“No.” She looked horrified by the suggestion. “But that would make more sense. And aren’t banana splits an American invention? Oh! And shouldn’t the bananas in a banana split technically be cut in half?”
“Dear lord, Ash. Please don’t cut their dicks in half.”
“Castrate strippers?” asked Slavanka, brandishing a butter knife.
“Let’s not,” I said. Slavanka was as dangerous to society as she was kinky.
“Okay.” She put the knife down.
I turned back to Ash. “So what do you think? Are you gonna touch more of the wildlife even though they warned us not to?”
She took a huge gulp of banana juice and then dramatically pointed to her ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you!” she yelled over the music. “What’d you say?”
She had nothing to be embarrassed about. This was a bachelorette party. And even if it wasn’t, I would still never judge her for sucking off a stripper. Unless he was ugly. Rule #21: No kissing uggos. That rule clearly included penis kissing.
Either way, it was time to change the topic. I wanted to make sure this girls’ night was the best night of her life.
I stared at her and tried to crack the mystery.What would Ash want to do?To get inside her psyche, I thought back to my favorite party games when I was 12 years old.
And then it came to me. Honestly, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before.
“Have you ever played truth or dare?” I asked.
This time she heard me just fine. “No! But I’ve always wanted to. I used to stay up at night thinking of what dares I could make people do. That and spin the bottle always sounded so fun. But I never got invited to any of the cool kid parties. God, what I would have given to play spin the bottle with Archer, Mustang, and Vandal.” She looked wistfully into the distance.
Did Ash just admit to wanting to get gangbanged by three dudes with objectively badass names? I knew there was a reason we were getting along so well!
“They sound hot,” I said.
“They were. So hot.”
“Do you think they became strippers?” I asked. “For all you know, one of them could be hiding behind one of these monkey masks, just waiting for you to come suck their cock.” I motioned to the half a dozen strippers wandering around. Most of them were still doing the whole banana split routine, but one of them was just flat-out getting blown.
