Page 649 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
She nodded. “I’m sure.” And then she repeated it more confidently. “I’m sure.”
I clapped my hands together. “Excellent! Okay, so Maeve, let’s have you go inside and then walk out as if you’re on the runway. And then we can pretend like Anthony wins the bidding.”
Anthony and I both grabbed some lounge chairs and sat down while we waited for Maeve to emerge.
“Thanks again for doing this,” I said.
“No problem, man. I should be thanking you. I had no idea how I was going to afford this wedding. And that outfit…” He whistled and shook his head.
The terrace door slid open and Maeve strutted out. I didn’t know where she learned to walk a runway, but her walk was on point. Her hair blew in the wind and her tits bounced with each step.
Anthony gulped when she stopped at the end of the imaginary runway and tore off her sarong. Then she wrapped it around the back of his neck and pulled him towards her.
Here we go.
I slapped him on the back to encourage him to go up to her.
She ran her hands up his abs and tossed his shirt to the side. And then she shook her hips as she dropped down right in front of his crotch.
“Wait a second,” I said just as she was about to undo his pants.
She stopped and stood back up.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“No, you were excellent. But I did have a thought. Does Anthony have a big dick?”
“You bet your ass I do.”
I looked to Maeve and she nodded. “Biggest I’ve ever had. By far.”
Interesting.I’d never lost a size contest. Could this be a first?
“Why do you ask?” said Anthony.
“Well, the guys that I invited to this sex auction are very well endowed. And I realized that the size of a member could affect the results of this test. Take those gloves, for example. They might perform fine while stroking a normal sized dick. But would the seams tear if one of my models tries to grab a real monster?”
“I’m plenty big,” said Anthony. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Okay, great. Sorry about that. Please continue.”
Maeve started dancing on him again.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “I’m just really nervous about you not being big enough to do a proper test. I know that I am, though.”
Anthony stared at me. “Oh hell no. I had a feeling you were trying to fuck my girl.”
I put my hands up. “Not at all. How about this… You and I will have a size contest, and whoever is bigger will test out the outfit with Maeve.”
“And by test the outfit, you mean fuck her. Right?”
“Well, yes. But it’s not sexual. It’s purely scientific. And to thank you for your help, I’ll throw in free bachelor and bachelorette suites. And a weeklong honeymoon.” I was probably throwing in too many perks, but I was desperate to get rid of this boner. And I knew a redhead was the only thing that would help.
“No way in hell,” said Anthony.
“Are you sure?” asked Maeve. “I mean…that’s a pretty great deal.” She turned to me. “We get the suites and the honeymoon no matter who wins the size contest, right?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
