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Shit.“Well air it another night. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
“I have a reservation tomorrow night at that new Puerto Rican place everyone is raving about. You could be my plus one.”
“I’ve been there three times already. You’ve gotta do better than that.”
“Hold please.” I whipped my dick out, held it next to a remote control for scale, and snapped a pic for her. Then I hit send.
Adriana sighed. “Damn it. How do you expect a girl to say no to that?”
“So we have a deal?”
“Yeah. I’ll air your fashion show. But you have to take me to the Puerto Rican place too. Their mofongo is to die for.”
“You would love mofongo.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me fat?”
“No. But mofongo is made of plantains. And I happen to know for a fact that you love shoving plantains down your throat.”She’d hired me to throw a red-carpet-themed bachelorette party for her bestie a few months ago. Long story short, she ended up with my cock down her throat on the red carpet while her friends pretended to be paparazzi and snapped a ton of photos.
She laughed. “You’re an idiot. Have your IT guys send us the live feed.”
“Will do. Thanks, Adriana. I owe you one.”
“No, you owe me like…four. Which is why you’re gonna bring four friends to dinner.”
“The reservation is for two.”
“That’s fine. I’m not interested in eating with them. I’m interested in fucking them.” She hung up.
Oh damn.That would be quite the fun evening. If I was still alive to enjoy it.
This better go flawlessly.
Auction Me - Chapter 31 – The Auction
The events of Sunday – September 22, 2013
As told by the banana king
“We’re on in three, two…” The director mouthed, “one,” and then pointed to me.
I adjusted my white bowtie, pulled my black and white monkey mask over my head, and strode onto the stage.
Usually the sun setting over the Miami ocean would have been visible through the three story window behind the stage. But not today. We were broadcasting this to the world. And with what we were about to do, we couldn’t risk giving any hints about our location. So we’d found some stock footage of a Caribbean beach and projected that onto the windows instead.
“Gentleman,” I said. And then a group of masked women in black cocktail dresses lounging in one of the cabanas caught my eye. “And ladies. It is my honor to welcome you to a very special sneak peek of the brand new Odegaard summer collection. Please enjoy.”
I gave a bow and took a step back as the first model walked past me, her diamond studded gloves sparkling under the bright lights. She must have been able to see out of the bag Justin had made to cover her head, because she turned at just the right moment to hit the runway. Her heels splashed in the thin layer of water covering the glass runway as sharks circled under her.
So far, so good.
“Any buzz yet?” I asked into my earpiece. I’d instructed the control room to monitor #Odegaard on Twitter.
“Just one mention so far,” replied the director. “And that was from the officialEntertainment Miamiaccount.”
That was okay. The fun had hardly begun.
