Page 669 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Is the phone showing up for you?” I asked into my earpiece.
“Yup,” confirmed the director. “I’ve added it to the live feed. Everyone can see your conversation.”
Perfect.
“Hey babe,” I texted. “Have you seen what’s happening on bananaparty.com right now?”
His reply came almost immediately. “No…”
“OMG you have to check it out.”
“K one sec.” There was a pause. And then he texted again. “What the hell? Why is this conversation being broadcast?”
I waved to the camera. “Can you hear me?” I asked out loud rather than via text. “Text back if you can hear me.”
“I can hear you, asshole. Where’s my girl?”
“Just backstage. Want me to get her?”
“Yes.”
“You got it. Send out the next model!”
Music started playing and Chastity strutted out on stage, just as professionally as her friend. If anything, Chastity was even more confident.
“We’ll let you start the bidding,babe,” I said as Chastity splashed down the runway.
“$100,” was all he texted.
“A hundred dollars?” I asked. “That’s all?”
“$200?” he responded. “That seems like a lot for a bikini.”
I laughed. “Oh wow. You’re not bidding on the bikini, dude. You’re bidding onher.”
“Are you serious?”
“Let me show you how serious I am.”
Chastity had just finished her walk and was now standing next to me. So I reached behind her and unhooked her bikini top. She didn’t even flinch as the fabric fell away from her tits.
“Whoa! What the fuck, man!” he texted. “Put those away.”
“Sure thing. But first you need to outbid the entire internet.”
“I’ll give you $1,000 to stop this shit.”
“Hmmm… Something tells me that won’t bequiteenough. But you’re welcome to bid when the voting starts. Let’s take a look at the other options.”
“Showing all the bidders now,” said the director in my ear as the wall-mounted cameras panned around the room from cabana to cabana.
“You have one minute to decide our lovely model’s fate,” I said to our audience. “The bidding starts…now!” I gave people a second to start bidding, and then I kept talking. “So what are we thinking? Should we take pity on her fiancé? Or should we all enjoy watching her tits bounce while she gets railed by a complete stranger?” I reached over and gave her tits a jiggle. “Wow. Look at these puppies. It’s a rare thing to find such big, perky natural tits. And this ass…” I held her hand and spun her.
Chastity’s phone buzzed.
“Get your hands off her,” texted Chad. “I’m calling the police.”
“Go right ahead,” I said. “We have signed release forms on file from all of our models this evening. Annnnd…time’s up! Let’s see if her fiancé loves her enough to outbid the entire internet.”
