Page 593 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“What?” gasped Ash. “No! Don’t tell him that!”
“Shit, you’re right,” said the banana king. “Okay, you have a deal. And since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll even give you a ten second head start.”
“Aw, thanks!” I scooted over to my maid cart and grabbed a duffel bag. Then I pulled out three assault rifles.
“Ten! Nine! Eight!” called the banana king.
I tossed one to Ash.
“Ah!” she screamed. “Don’t give that to me! I’m too clumsy for guns.”
“It easy,” said Slavanka. She grabbed the gun from Ash, disengaged the safety, and checked the chamber. Then she handed it back to Ash. “Point at bad man and fire. It fun.”
She grabbed another rifle from me and did the same routine.
“I can’t do this,” said Ash.
“That’s fine,” I said. “You’re gonna look so hot getting auctioned on that livestream tonight.”
Ash grabbed a bottle of banana juice and downed the entire thing. “Time to die, fuckers!”
Just as the banana king reached one on the count, Ash jumped up on the bar and started shooting. Slavanka also started shooting, but from a much more tactically sound position.
Ash jumped back down. In the process, she managed to lose control of her gun, juggle it, and chuck it on the ground.
“That was awesome!” she yelled. “We just took down all of them!”
“For real?” I asked.
“Yes! Wait a second.” Ash’s eyes got huge. “Did I just kill seven men?”
“I shoot six,” said Slavanka.
“Oh God. I’m a murderer!”
“Girl, chill. They’ll be fine.”
“How?! I didn’t just graze them. I was aiming right for their livers.”
“Livers? Why? Actually, it doesn’t matter. Those weren’t bullets. They were darts.”
“Tranquilizers?” asked Ash.
“Not quite…”
“Dude, what the hell?” yelled one of the guards. “Why are you tenting your pants right now? Are you one of those freaks who gets hard when you’re in danger?”
“Fuck off,” said another guard. “Did you see the tits on that ginger? And anyway, you’re hard too.”
“Huh?” said the first. Or at least, I thought it was the first. They all had voice modulators that made it hard to tell who was talking. “Wait, what the hell?”
“What did that girl shoot us with?” yelled another.
I peered over the bar and took in the mayhem. All the guards were looking down at their rock-hard dicks tenting their pants.
“Guards all gay?” asked Slavanka.
“Nah,” I said. “Those darts were filled with liquified boner pills. The formulation and rapid delivery dart system were my entry into my 10thgrade science fair. It got disqualified for being inappropriate, but then the CIA offered to buy it for ten million dollars. So that felt like a win.”
