Page 612 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Aha! So youdowant to blow one of them.”
“No I don’t,” said Ash. But the way her face was turning bright red totally gave her away.
“She want black cock,” said Slavanka. “Remember how she suck the banana bro at banana party?”
“Uh, of course I remember that. She took that cumshot like a pro.” I turned to Ash. “So which of the black guys are you gonna suck first tonight?”
“Neither.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Because sadly we have to leave this magnificent party early.” I pressed on my earpiece. “Teddybear, is Ghostie back yet?”
“Negative,” he replied. “But I just heard from Simon and he says he has a lead. So hopefully we’ll have him back soon.”
“Good, because we’re just about ready to go to the final phase of the escape plan.” I picked up one of the guards’ uniforms and held it up to Slavanka. It definitely looked big, but it should be passable. “Try this on,” I said and tossed it to her. “Ash, try to find a uniform that fits.”
She picked up the biggest one and held it up. “How’s this?”
“Ash, I’m pretty sure that uniform was made for a 6’5 beefcake. You’re a 5 foot nothing twig.”
“I’m not a twig!” She jiggled her tits.
“You’re right. You have lovely tits. But you’re still nowhere near as big as Sarge.” I assumed that was who the giant uniform belonged to.
Ash picked up another. “Is this a better fit?” she asked.
“No but…” My eyes gravitated to the name on the badge and my jaw dropped. “Holy shit. Are you girls seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Uh…no?” said Ash.
“Ty Nado,” I said. “That uniform belongs to Ty Nado!”
Ash looked confused. “I don’t know who that is.”
“He’s better known asTonguenado.”
“He eat pussy good,” added Slavanka.
“Not just good,” I said. “He’s famous for his legendary pussy eating. And he’s within our grasp! Ah! We found him!”
“Which guard is it?” asked Ash.
“Uh…” I stared at the uniform. I knew that giant uniform belonged to Sarge, so it wasn’t him. But the other five were roughly the same height. It could have been any of them.
“That’s not really important,” said Teddybear. “Just put on the uniforms and get out of there.”
“But Ghostie isn’t back yet,” I said. “And anyway, none of these uniforms are going to fit Ash. New plan: We’ll stall for time while Simon finds Ghostie. And while we stall, you’re going to send a short king our way.”
“Short king?” asked Teddybear.
“Yes. A short king. You know the type. Shorter than 5’5, pure muscle. Huge cock. There’s got to be at least one guard here who fits that description.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Didn’t that one guard say that he’d seen Ash’s nipples back on the roof deck? If he sees them again, your cover will be blown.”
“No one is going to see my nipples,” said Ash.
“Girl, you’ve had so much banana juice today,” I said as I rummaged through my makeup bag for some blush. “There is a 100% chance that you’re gonna pull your tits out before this party is over.”
“I absolutely will not.”
