Page 428 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Oh.” She looked sad for a second, and then recognition flashed on her face. “Right. I think I saw a Banana Race at a Blue Rocks game during the 7thinning stretch one time.”
“Did you? Since when do they allow blowjobs at minor league baseball games?”
“No, silly.” She tried to boop me on the nose but missed. “Banana Races aren’t about blowjobs. Do you think they’ll all be wearing banana suits, or will some of them be dressed as other things? God, I hope none of them are dressed like cucumbers.” She shivered.
“What about anything that’s happened tonight makes you think that cocks will not be involved in the Banana Race?”
“Oooooh, I love cocks. Tell me more.” Ash took a big gulp of her banana juice.
“Bride squad. Birthday squad,” said the DJ. “Please join me on stage.”
We all got up and made our way to the main stage. The birthday girl and her squad looked like some ragtag team of misfits with their non-matching outfits. Meanwhile my squad was absolutely slaying our pink and white bachelorette theme.
“Before we bring out the bananas, do you wanna know what you’re playing for?” asked the DJ.
“Yeah!” yelled Ash.
God, I loved how into this she was.
The DJ pulled a sheet off of a 6-foot-tall golden banana statue. It was magnificent. Exactly the kind of statement piece that our dorm room was missing.
“We of course have the Banana Race trophy. But that’s not all. The winning team also wins an all-expense-paid vacation to the one and only Blue Parrot Resort.” She held up some tickets and then balanced them against the base of the statue.
Blue Parrot Resort?I’d never heard of it. But it sounded like the perfect place to go for Single Girl Rule #42: Take a girls’ trip once a year.
“And now, without further ado…bring out the bananas!”
Ten strippers in full monkey suits danced out on stage and formed two lines, one on either side of the banana trophy.
“The rules of the Banana Race are simple,” said the DJ. “Whichever team makes their five men cum first wins. Any questions?”
We all shook our heads.
“Excellent. I’ll give you a minute to strategize. Give me a thumbs up when you’re ready.”
We huddled up.
“Alright girls,” I said. “Those stupid birthday bitches have been trying to steal our spotlight all night. But whose Banana Party is this?”
“Ours?” asked Ash.
“What was that?” I asked and cupped my hand to my ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“Ours.” She said a little louder.
“What?” I yelled.
“OURS!”
“Damn right! This is OUR Banana Party. We’re the hottest girls here, and we give the best head. And in a few minutes, everyone is gonna know it. Especially these strippers.”
“Which one I suck?” asked Slavanka.
I glanced over at the strippers. They were covered head-to-toe in their monkey suits so we didn’t have much information to workwith, but the one closest to the trophy was a little taller than the rest and had the biggest feet. “I’ll take him,” I said. “Why don’t we just go down the line from there? Ash next, then Slavanka, then Esme, and Zoraida on the end.”
They all nodded.
“Oh, and if you finish first, help out a fellow bridesmaid. Two mouths are better than one.” I looked around at my squad. “Thank you all so much for being part of this amazing night. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of ladies to suck cocks with.”
