Page 420 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
She swung one leg over him and lowered herself onto his back. Almost like she was riding a pony.
Nope, notalmost. It wasexactlylike she was riding a pony. She smacked his ass and he started crawling towards our table. With Ash on his back.
“Wahoo!” Ash threw both arms in the air and nearly fell off of him. She caught herself by grabbing his left monkey ear. Which made him turn left.
“Wow,” I said. “I thought you were gonna ride his dick, but I kind of like this better. Way to treat him like the object he is.”
“Yeah! I love riding strippers!” She gave me a high five. Or tried to. Because right before we made contact, we both got distracted by someone yodeling. I looked over as Slavanka rode up to the table on another stripper’s back. He was a big hairy bear of a man. Which seemed appropriate, because everyone knows Russians traditionally ride bears instead of horses.
“We race,” said Slavanka.
“You’re on!” screamed Ash.
“Wait,” I said. “I wanna race too!” I looked around for a stripper to ride. There was really only one option: my Italian stallion. He was still giving the birthday girl a lap dance, but whatever. I was the bride-to-be, so I had first dibs on all the strippers. Obvs.
I got to their table just as he tore off his banana hammock. His cock swung out and nearly hit the birthday girl in the face. She pretended to look shocked, but I could tell she was loving it. How could she not? It was a thing of beauty.
And it was mine.
I reached out and grabbed his cock. “Come with me.”
“Hey!” said the birthday girl. “Where are you taking him?”
“I’ll bring him back in a sec.” I had to. Single Girl Rule #38: Every girl deserves a big cock on her birthday. And as much as I hated this bitch, it was her birthday apparently. So I’d bring him back.If he makes me lose.If he helped me win, I’d reward him appropriately. Because bachelorettes trumped birthday hos. #You’veBeenTrumped.
The birthday girl whined while I took my Italian stallion by the cock and led him to the dance floor. Ash and Slavanka were already saddled up and ready to race.
“First girl to tag the stage and get back here wins,” I said. “And last one back has to do the next dare.”
“What’s the dare?” asked Ash.
“Well this is your dare, so you get to choose.”
“Hmm…” She tapped her finger to her lips. “Oh! I know. Loser has to drink from the banana luge.”
“Love it.”
“Ready girls?” asked Esme. She and Zoraida had just finished clearing the dance floor to make way for our race.
“One sec.” I turned to my stripper. “Here’s how this works. If we win, I’ll suck your cock until you explode all over my face. If we lose, I’ll kick you in the nuts. Got it?”
He nodded his big monkey mask.
“Good boy.” I gave his cock one final tug and then pushed him onto all fours.
Esme stood in the center of the dance floor and raised two discarded banana hammocks into the air. “On your marks…”
I sat down on my stripper’s back, taking a moment to savor each and every muscle. And since I wasn’t a barbarian like Ash and Slavanka, I kept both legs on one side.Did their equestrian teachers never teach them side-saddle?
I tugged on my stallion’s monkey ear to guide him over to the edge of the dance floor.
“Get set…”
I adjusted my grip on his monkey mask. My first instinct was to go for the ears, but there was actually a little fake tuft of hair sticking up in the middle of the mask.Well done, Banana Party.There was a reason I chose to go to a Banana Party for my bachelorette party. It was all about the details.
For a tense moment, we all stared at Esme.
“GO!” screamed Esme, pulling the banana hammocks down to her side with a flourish as if they were checkered flags.
