Page 608 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Ladies,” yelled Poker. His voice sounded the same as all the other strippers thanks to the voice modulators in their masks. But I knew it was him from the royal flush tattooed on his arm and the yellow bracelets on his wrist. “Let’s try this again. I’m looking for three very naughty girls. Has anyone seen them?”
“There!” yelled some of the girls, pointing to Chloe. A few other girls pointed at Sloane. And the rest pointed to Autumn.
Autumn looked around for some furniture to hide behind, but there was nothing suitable near us. “I haven’t been naughty,” she said. “If anything, you’re being naughty, because you seem to have lost your pants, sir.”
“Do you like what you see?” asked Poker, thrusting his hips to make his cock bounce up and down. The washcloth slid a little lower with each thrust. But his cock was so big that the cloth still had plenty of length to cling to.
Autumn ran away and hid behind the couch.
“Playing hard to get, huh? Guess I better call for backup.” Poker whistled and the bathroom door swung open again.
The other five guards all came running out. Just like Poker, they were dressed only in masks, boots, and washcloths. And they all had 8 abs and at least 8 inches. There was one more black guard, so that must have been Bandit. And then the beefiest one was definitely Sarge. And the skinny one was Rookie. The other two were a beautiful mystery. One was heavily tattooed – definitely a bad boy. But the last one may have been my favorite, because his cock was so big that the washcloth was struggling to cover it.
Although…I was really craving some black cock. So maybe Poker and Bandit were actually my favorites.Gah! So hard to choose!
“Spread out, boys,” said Poker. “We need to canvas the entire room. I’m certain our three naughty girls are here.”
“Oh no,” whispered Ash. “They’re onto us!”
“Shhh,” I hissed back. “They’re not talking about us. It’s just part of the act.”
“Are you sure? He literally just said he was certain we were here.”
“What are you two whispering about?” demanded Sarge.
Ash screamed and ran to go hide with Autumn, leaving me alone staring up at over 200 pounds of pure, delicious beef.
“Nothing, sir,” I said.
“It didn’t look like nothing. I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me.” Sarge picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, giving me a lovely view of his muscular ass.
Poker grabbed three chairs and put them all in a row. Sarge put me in one. They put the black bridesmaid in another. And they put Chloe the bride in the middle.
“What are your names?” demanded Sarge.
“Charlotte,” I said, using my fake name.
“Chloe,” said the bride.
“Indigo,” added the black bridesmaid.
Sarge took a beat to let our names hang in the air. “And where were each of you this morning?”
“Don’t answer that, girls,” I said. “Until we have a lawyer, our lips are sealed.”
“Your lips are sealed, are they?” asked Sarge. “Well luckily for me, I think I have just the thing tounsealthem. Snake, they’re all yours.” He snapped and motioned to the guard with the humungous cock. It was a fitting nickname for a man who looked like he had a literal snake in his pants. Or under his washcloth, in this case.
“Ladies,” said Snake as he danced over to us. “Is Sarge giving you trouble?”
We nodded.
“Ignore him. He likes to try to trick people. See…he claims he’s looking for naughty girls. But really he’s looking for a virgin. So if you want to clear your name…”
Snake put his hand on the back of my chair and thrust at my face.
God, his penis was magnificent. The washcloth just barely hung over his tip. He wasn’tquitea foot long. But he was damn close.
“Just say the word and I’ll move this cloth,” he said. “And you can prove your naughtiness.”
