Page 667 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“OMG that guy just smacked that #Odegaard model’s ass with his paddle. What is happening?”
Perfect.“Have our graphics guys turn that ass smack into a gif. I want that shit trending before the next model sells.”
“Already on it.”
Model #3 sold to another one of my guards for 250K. And then Model #4 sold for 175K. They also took their models through the double doors at the back of the auditorium and into the lounge.
As the door swung shut, I definitely caught a glimpse of model #2 bent over a couch. I couldn’t see what was happening behind her, but based on the way her tits were bouncing everywhere, I had a feeling she was getting fucked.
“Did you just broadcast that?” I asked into my earpiece.
“What?”
“The view of the lounge when the door opened.”
“I think so. Why? Oh shit. Never mind. Someone just posted a gif of it.”
Yes!
“Mentions are skyrocketing. But no spike on the website yet.”
“Damn it. What are people saying?” I asked.
“Holy shit! One of the models at the #Odegaard show is definitely getting fucked backstage.
“Yup. Definitely a #Odegaard sex auction.
“lol @ the #Odegaard model getting fucked with the bag still on her head. This shit is wild.”
“Any more mentions of my mask?” I asked.
“A few more people have mentioned it. But it’s not the headline.”
Shit.“Have one of our squads put on some monkey masks and take over cabana #1. And give all the guards in the loungemonkey masks too. We probably have less than 60 seconds until the producers atEntertainment Miamirealize that they just aired footage of a girl getting railed.”
If we couldn’t get people going to the banana party website beforeEntertainment Miamipulled the plug, this plan would be dead in the water. And then I’d be literally dead in the water, courtesy of Mr. Locatelli’s favorite hitman.
Model #5 strutted out onto stage. Chastity’s tan friend with the great ass. And her ass looked even better than before now that she was all dressed up in her bikini. Justin must have used some sort of fancy glitter lotion, because her ass was literally sparkling.
The first four girls had done a decent job. But this girl walked like a professional supermodel. She attacked every step, timing it just right to make all her fun bits jiggle.
Was she a famous model? It wouldn’t have surprised me if she was. Chastity probably had lots of model friends back in NYC. I stared at her ass, mentally comparing it to all the asses in this year’sSports IllustratedSwimsuit Issue.
Nope…Definitely not a real model. Because she forgot to stop at the end of the runway.
She just stepped right off the glass and into the sand. And then she marched right up to cabana #1, dropped to her knees, unbuttoned the bottom half of her veil, and started sucking one of the guard’s cocks.
Holy shit!“Put up the error screen,” I said. We’d prepared an error screen with a picture of a construction worker in a monkey mask, a little blurb about technical difficulties, and the URL for the banana party website.
“Roger that,” said the director. “Shit. They pulled the feed.”
“Did the error screen get up in time?”
“Umm… I’m not sure. It was definitely close. Nope…never mind.”
“They didn’t show it?”
“Oh no. They showed it. Just for a second. And it’s blowing up on twitter. #OdegaardBananaParty is trending.”
