Page 562 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“How is this part of the contest?”
“Uh…it’s my prize,” Said Karma. She turned to the three hunky guards. “Ready, boys?”
They all nodded.
“Be back soon, babe!” She grabbed two of their hands and pulled them backstage. I followed her with the other.
“Damn,” I said. “That was epic.” And way easier than I’d expected. I thought I was gonna have to convince her to split the guards with me. But she just went for it.
She shrugged. “It’s only fair. He got to have fun, so now I do too. I mean, my nameisKarma.”
Damn, this girl is awesome!She was a true single girl at heart.
Wait.
Holy shit.
Hold everything.
Had I been looking at Rule #4 wrong this whole time? I mean…I assumed it literally meant that a girl can never have too many shoes. Which was true. But what if it was another translation issue? What if it was actually: You can never have too many boots.
I know, that’s a small difference.
But I’d been watching a lot of crime dramas lately, and they always called rookies “boots.” In that case, Rule #4 meant that I was supposed to recruit as many single girls as possible!
I pulled my membership card out of my togakini and handed it to her.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Literally everything.”
She laughed as she read down the list of Single Girl Rules. “These rules are amazing.”
“They are. And you’re about to make good use of at least like 5 of them. Holy shit. This is the perfect Single Girl Rules initiation ritual. Guys, come with us.” I pulled her into the bathroom and the guys followed.
It wasn’t just any old bathroom though. It was a cross between a Roman bathhouse and a luxury locker room that you’d find at a country club.
An attendant in a toga stood up and greeted us as we entered.
“Buongiorno. May I offer you each a glass of vino?” He pointed to an amphora next to him.
I gave him a quick up-down. Apparently the banana king’s rule about only hiring men with big dick energy applied to restroom attendants too, becausedamn.“You can offer me anything you want,” I said with a saucy smile.
He poured us each a flute of vino and then gestured for us to enter the bathroom.
Just as I’d predicted, there were all sorts of lewd frescos on the walls. I made a mental note to look up the artist later. He could really work wonders on our dorm bathroom…
I took a sip of vino and turned to the guards. “So which one of you has the biggest cock?”
“I do,” said each of them.
“Alright, well…whichever one is telling the truth gets blown first. But first I need to check your IDs to make sure you’re 18.”
“Huh?” asked Hakeem. “Do we look like we’re teenagers?”
Not even a little bit.“Rule #22: Always make sure he’s 18. And just for the record, we’re doing this in a bathroom. Because Rule #3: Never let a friend go into a bathroom alone. Now show me those IDs.” I held my hand out.
“I don’t have my license,” said one of the Italians.
