Page 73 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Cole shrugged. “Me either. How about we make things interesting? Let’s make Ash the prize instead.” He winked at me.
What?!I took a huge bite of my funnel cake. Because food calmed my nerves. But the sugary sweetness of this just seemed to make me more laser focused on what Cole had just said.
Tanner put his arm around my shoulders. “Not happening. We’re dating.”
“Well, yeah,” Cole said. “We’re all kind of dating. Ash and I went on a date just the other night. Remember?” He smiled at me.
I shoved more funnel cake into my mouth so I couldn’t respond.
“No,” Tanner said. “I meant dating dating. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Oh.” Cole raised his eyebrows. “When did that happen? Because like I said...we just went on date.”
“Recently,” I said, practically choking on my funnel cake. “Very recently. No crossover. End of story.”
Tanner’s fingers dug into my shoulder a little harder.
As we were talking, two other guys stepped up to the squirt race. They dropped their pants and started jerking off. I’d wanted it to be a peeing competition, but Nigel had told me that was inappropriate. I wasn’t sure why. I had this idea in my head that watching two guys pissing in the wind would be really funny. But them jerking off was way sexier, so it probably fit the theme better.
One guy started to cum in the hole and his boat moved. He beat the second guy just as the second boat started to move. There was a dinging noise and then a guy from behind the funnel cake stand walked over to the squirt race. He picked up a funnel cake from behind the hole. It was completely drenched in skeet. The funnel cake guy placed it on the counter of his stand.
I stared down at my funnel cake.Ah! I’m eating a stranger’s skeet!No wonder it tasted so sweet. Because the skeet tasted like cookies. Like cookie funnel cake.
“Oh, now that looks even better than the cotton candy.” Chastity lifted up a plate and licked the skeet right off of it. “So sweet,” she said, even though hers didn’t taste of cookies.
“Sorry,” I awkwardly mumbled to Tanner and tossed mine in the trash. Nigel was the kinkiest little man I’d ever met. How the heck did he come up with this stuff? I grabbed Tanner’s hand and pulled him away from Cole and the skeet funnel cake.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Cole didn’t follow us. “Sorry,” I said again as we started to walk through some of the various games and booths. “By the way, I never hooked up with Cole.Chastity was just saying that during the interrogation because we thought you were a deranged serial killer.”
Tanner didn’t respond, but he kept his arm firmly wrapped around my shoulders. Especially when we passed by the ring toss booth. Karl was standing there with his fully erect cock out, waiting for a ring to be tossed in his direction so he could catch it on his penis.
“Pass,” said Chastity as she licked more skeet off her funnel cake. “I’ve already had Karl.”
But I was barely paying attention. “What’s that horrid smell?” I sniffed the air and scrunched up my nose.
“Um...probably the milk?” Tanner pointed a few booths down.
Oh no.I hurried over to the booth. The dildos were set up perfectly, but the slippery puddle of white liquid on the ground was the wrong consistency. “I told Nigel that I wanted them to throw balls at dildos and the winner would get covered in milk. And I added a winky face. So he’d know I meant skeet. Not actual milk. Is he really drenching people in dairy?” I scrunched my nose up again. It definitely smelled of it.
Chastity grabbed a ball. “Let’s see. Fingers crossed I get that skeet skeet.” She tossed a ball and it collided perfectly with a dildo. A guy behind the counter pulled a lever. Chastity looked up and screamed. She dodged out of the way just in time not to get completely drenched with a bucket of warm milk.
What. The. Fuck?Nigel turned my peeing contest into a skeet race, but then he’d put actual milk at the milk bottle toss? Where was that little man’s head?
A few women jumped by us on workout balls. The balls were shaped like giant ball sacks with dildos sticking out. They were supposed to be holding the dildo for balance while they raced in the “sack” race. But Nigel had set it up where the dildos were inside of them.Oh wow.One moment Nigel lost the plot but then he came back with a bang. #LovedHim.
“Where the heck did you come up with this stuff?” asked Tanner.
I shrugged. “It was the perfect melding of two minds. Nigel always seems two steps ahead.”Or five sour milk steps backwards, depending on the booth.
“If you say so.” Tanner looked around. He seemed confused by some of the games.
It must have been because he had never been to a modern-day carnival before.
“Look, your new recruit.” Chastity pointed over to the Orgasm Thruster. The construction girl I’d found at the photoshoot was bent over moaning as guys took turns thrusting into her. A moan meter above her determined who gave her the best thrust based on how loudly she moaned. It dinged after a particularly hard thrust.Ah! I knew the guys at the Society would love her bent over!
I looked up at Tanner. He’d definitely win the thrusting contest. Because he’d turn her into a fireball and make her scream in pain, making the moan meter go off the rails.Eek.
“Raven, Raven, Raven,” said a deep voice behind us. “You’ve been holding out on us.”
