Page 469 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I thought the drill sergeant was gonna go ballistic on him, but he stayed perfectly calm. In fact, he didn’t even respond.
The bookshelf behind Pledge #2 swung open and four gloved hands yanked him backwards. It happened so fast that he didn’t even have time to scream. I blinked and the bookshelf was whole again, with Pledge #2 nowhere to be seen.
I made a mental note to tell Daddy to have something like that installed in our library. That was a badass way to deal with annoying idiots.
The drill sergeant moved to Pledge #3, who eagerly agreed to act as the Gryphon Club’s 24/7 on-call tech support in honor of tech mogul James Hunter.
James Hunter is a member of the Gryphon Club?Now Ireallywanted to help Chad get in. Because rumor had it that James had a huge dick. And that he knew how to use it.
If Chad could get close to him, then maybe I could find out if those rumors were true.
The rest of the pledges all agreed to ridiculous things as well…but all I could focus on was trying to figure out what I was gonna have to do. I had a feeling I was going to end up with a mustache and mutton chops. Which wouldn’t be the best look for me, but I guess I had the bone structure to pull it off. Ooooh! Maybe I’d have to go around asking random guys for mustache rides. Nowthatwould be a fun mission.
“And who are you honoring?” demanded the drill sergeant. He was even louder now that he was standing in front of Chad, only a few feet to my right.
Chad totally butchered some Asian prince’s name.
“That’s the father of modern medicine in Thailand, you worthless idiot! And to honor him, you’ll address every person of authority as ‘Daddy’ for the rest of the semester. Including all members of the Gryphon Club. Do I make myself clear, son?”
“Yes, Daddy!” shouted Chad.
I stifled a laugh. The way he said it sounded so sexual.
The drill sergeant came to me next. “Who are you honoring?” It didn’t really seem like he was looking at me. He was looking past me at my statue, probably trying to remember whatever crazy task I was going to be assigned.
I turned and read the plaque of my handsome mustachioed bust. “I’m honoring General Orville Thunderstick III, sir.”
“General Thunderstick once killed a dozen confederate soldiers bare-ass naked using his underwear as his only weapon. So to honor him, you shall go commando for the rest of the semester.”
I needed so much more information about why he was naked and how he killed twelve men using only his underwear. But I’d have to research that on my own time.
“Yes sir,” I said. I reached up my skirt, pulled my thong off, and handed it to the drill sergeant.
He got a weird look on his face and looked down at his hand.
“Why the fuck were you wearing a lacy thong?” he yelled. And then he finally looked at me. “And why are you dressed like a lady?”
“Because I am a lady.” I pushed my tits up for him.
“Women aren’t allowed in the Gryphon Club.”
“And yet here I am, at the Gryphon Club, receiving pledge instructions. But if you want to give me my thong back…” I reached for it, but he pulled his hand away. “Does that mean I can stay?”
“For now.”
That’s what I thought.
He moved on to Scooter, who would be honoring Teddy Roosevelt’s famous foreign policy of “Speak softly but carry a big stick,” by only whispering for the rest of the semester and also carrying a 6-foot walking stick around everywhere he went.
Scooter whispering everything would be entertaining, but I still liked Chad’s the most.
The drill sergeant returned to the line of cloaked figures and the fifth one stepped forward.
“We take honoring these great men very seriously. If you see a fellow pledge violating his assignment, please report it immediately. Failure to report will be viewed as collusion.”
“Understood?!” boomed the drill sergeant.
“Yes, sir!” we all agreed. Except for Chad, who yelled, “Yes, Daddy!”
