Page 551 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“What does it say?”
“Lap dance.”
“Well damn, looks like it’s your lucky day. Any frontrunner?”
“Hmm…it’s close, but I think I’d have to say Karma.”
“And why’s that?” I asked.
“Well, for one, she’s my girlfriend.”
“Cheater!” yelled a guy in the audience.
“Yeah! Choose another judge!” yelled another.
“I agree,” said Ghostie into my earpiece. “This is the perfect opportunity to boot him and get Teddybear in there.”
I put my hands up to calm the crowd. “What do you think, Brody? Now that you know what the contest is, do you still wanna be the judge?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well I just thought your girlfriend might not be super happy about you getting a lap dance from two other girls.”
“She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, I’ll make it up to her later.”
“With some male strippers?”What a great boyfriend!
“Nope. With my dick.” He grabbed his crotch to get the point across.
“You must have a great dick.”
He smiled at me.
“And how do you think Karma will react if you pick another girl as the winner? We need to make sure you’re a fair and impartial judge.”
He shrugged. “She’ll get over it. I swear I’ll be fair.”
“Alright then. I guess I’ll allow it. Let’s get you into your judge outfit.”
He disappeared off stage and came out a second later wearing a white toga and a laurel wreath crown.
“Very nice,” I said. “Let’s bring out the ladies!”
The girls walked out from under an archway on the far side of the stage. They were all dressed in hooded silk robes.
“Brody?” said Karma.
“Hey, babe! Told you I’d catch the final beach ball!”
“That’s amazing. But how are you allowed to be the judge? Isn’t it a conflict of interest?”
“It is,” I said. “But he promised to be a fair judge.”
“Bullshit!” yelled a guy in the crowd.
“Right?” I said. “It probably is bullshit. But luckily for us, it’ll be impossible for him to lie.”
“Huh?” asked Brody.
