Page 552 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I pulled a watch out of my pocket. “This will track your heart rate. The girl whose lap dance gets your heart racing the fastest will be the winner.” I put the watch on him and then led him over to the hot seat. Or in this case, the hot throne. I had to hand it to them, the Locatellis had really gone all out with the Roman theme of this place.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Karma. “Lap dance?”
“Yup!” I said. “Is that a problem?”
“Well I don’t love the idea of him getting a lap dance from two other girls.”
“Would you prefer if he stepped down?” I asked.
“Uh, yes. I think we both should. I’m not really comfortable doing a lap dance in front of this crowd anyway…”
“Babe, come on,” said Brody. “You give the best lap dances.”
“I know…but those are just for you.”
“Just think about all the money we can win.”
“Do it! Do it!” chanted the crowd.
“Gah, fine!” said Karma. “But you better like my dance the best.”
“You know I will, babe.”
“Tell you what, Karma,” I said. “Since you’re being such a good sport, you can choose the order of dances.”
“Hmm…okay. Well I definitely want to go last. That way I’ll know what I’m up against.”
“And who goes first?”
Karma looked at Slavanka and Esme. “Uhh…her.” She pointed to Slavanka.
“Alright. The rules are simple. You each get 90 seconds to give Brody the best lap dance of his life. Whoever raises his heart rate the most is our winner. Oh, and if you break the rules, I’ll blow my whistle. If it’s a minor infraction you’ll get a yellow card, which means you lose 15 seconds. And a red card ends your time immediately. Got it?”
“No,” said Karma. “What are the rules?”
I have no idea.“Just normal lap dance rules. Let the goddess contest begin!”
The giant screen behind us counted down.3…2…1…
And then the music started.
Slavanka threw off her robe to reveal the most amazing barbarian outfit. Once again, Justin had nailed it. She lookedsmoking hot in her thigh-high fur boots and tight metallic dress. And the fur bolero really added some sexy barbarian vibes.
I’d requested a bikini, but this would do nicely. And anyway…it was supposed to be for stripping. So I had a feeling there’d be a bikini under that dress.
Either way, I was impressed that he’d been able to resist her demands to change it into a Stalinkini.
The guys in the crowd all started cheering as she strutted over to Brody and straddled him. With her tits just inches away from his face, she started to unzip her dress.
One more inch and her tits would have popped out, but just then Brody put his hand on her leg.
She slapped him and zipped her dress back up.
“Bad boy,” said Slavanka.
“Yeah,” agreed Karma. “Bad boy! Keep your hands off her.”
“Now I punish.”
