Page 624 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“For me there’s really only one choice after seeing that deepthroat competition,” said Chloe. “I’m gonna take our bachelorette party MC, Charlotte.”
Good choice.Well, kind of. It was a good choice because I was amazing at everything and down to do whatever dare they might throw at me. But also a bad choice because I kind of wanted the bride to lose and get double teamed…
Autumn picked Sloane next, and then it was Chloe’s turn to pick again.
“Pick Ashniqua,” I said.
Chloe looked at me like I was crazy. “The timid ginger who wanted to play trivial pursuit?”
“That was before she drank banana juice. Now that she’s had some shots, she’s a freak.”
“If you say so…” Chloe pointed to Ash, and then Autumn rounded out her team with one of the other bridesmaids. I didn’t know her name, but she’d been cheering pretty enthusiastically all night whenever a bridesmaid did something naughty.
Poker nodded. “Okay, the teams are locked in.”
Autumn’s team needed four people because they had four dares to complete. And we only needed three for three dares.
Poker walked over to a storage closet and wheeled out a big board of dares.
“What the hell is that?” asked Sarge.
“My dare board.”
“I can see that, you fucking doughnut. I meantwhywas it in that storage closet?”
Poker shrugged. “I figured we’d need it for a bachelorette party at some point. And it looks like I was right.” He turned to Chloe. “You’re the attacking team, so you choose the first dare.”
I scanned the list. Poker was a pro at what he did, so I knew that the names would give little hints about what the dare might be, but none of them were obvious.
Like…what was the John Hancock dare? Was a girl gonna have to recite the declaration of independence before a stripper couldmake her come? Or maybe the John referred to a guy who hired prostitutes and whoever did it was gonna have to go ask a stranger to pay her for a handjob. There could also be a signature involved…
And what was the Queen’s Throne dare? It had to involve face-sitting, right?
“Let’s see them do the Pretzel Dip,” said Chloe.
Poker nodded and turned to Autumn. “Okay, defending team. Who on your team would like to try the Pretzel Dip dare?”
“I do it,” said Slavanka.
Poker grabbed the envelope labeled Pretzel Dip and handed it to Slavanka.
She opened it and read, “Act out your favorite sex position with the stripper you’d most like to fuck.”
Oooh. This should be good.I didn’t know what position she was going to choose, but I had a feeling it was going to be way weirder than the pretzel dip, which of course was just doing a headstand, crossing your legs Indian style, and then having a guy dip his cock into you.
Slavanka walked over to Sarge, grabbed his cock, and led him to be right in front of the board.
“I need fake mustache,” she said.
“Like a twirly one?” asked Poker.
“No, no. Big, manly mustache. Very furry. Like Stalin.”
“Sorry,” said Poker. “I have a few props stored, but no Stalin staches.”
Slavanka shook her head. “Very bad.” She sounded so disappointed with him.
“Can you do it without it?” asked Poker.
