Page 81 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
There was only one reasonable solution. I was crashing his hearing at the Genie Headquarters with His Majestic Whoreness Hadid the Barbarian. Or whatever his dumb name was who was keeping Tanner cursed for something he’d done almost 350 years ago. I was going to plead Tanner’s case to his Magical Holiness. So we were on a plane to Morocco. And we needed to be there by 7 sharp or we’d miss the hearing.
“No, I’m not worried about being late,” said Chastity. “These seats are just soooo uncomfortable. Are they made out of a different material than first class?”
I stared at her. “Are the coach seats a different material than the first class seats? How should I know?”
“We should have taken Daddy’s fun jet.”
“I wish. Maybe if we were still in college.”
“Right.” Chastity cleared her throat. “I meant if we were teens or whatevs. Back in the good old days. Because Daddy and I are so poor now. Boo. For an airline called Royal Air, I would have expected more of a royal treatment, you know?”
I shrugged. The tickets were almost $1,500 round trip. And now I was wondering if the material of this seat was different too. This didn’t feel like $1,500 worth of seat cushioning.
“Anywho...” said Chastity. “Did Frankie’s booth give you any leads about Rosalie’s violent lover?”
“No. Frankie said no one had correctly identified any of the missing people. Which meant none of them would have given a correct answer about who had been standing in Tanner’s spot. But it was strange. She said a few people stopped by the booth who were actually in the photo, but they didn’t remember being there. So maybe the whole photo was a fake?”
“Maybe.”
“Gah. The whole event was a failure. We got no information on Rosalie and not a single match. Not one. How is that even possible?” I’d literally seen two people having sex on the Ferris wheel. Couldn’t they have at least been true love? I’d certainly loved what Tanner had done to me while we watched them...
“Well I had a blast at the carnival orgy.”
I really hated how that was how everyone referred to it now.
“I can see why you wanted to take a girls’ trip though. Tons of foreign dick always makes me feel better too. Especially Berber dick. I’ve heard they’re HUGE.”
She’d always had a thing for Berber dick. And I had no idea if she’d ever actually seen one before. Besides...this wasn’t about random D! “For the millionth time. This isn’t a girls’ trip. We’re going to Tanner’s hearing at the genie council. I’m going to convince them to release him from his geniehood early.”
“Do you even know what Tanner did to get turned into a genie?”
“Um...no.” We hadn’t talked about that yet. Or had he mentioned it when he first told me? When I’d thought it was a joke? I couldn’t remember. “But it can’t have been that bad. His punishment is all about him learning about true love, right? So once they hear that he’s found love with me, I’m sure they’ll release him.”
“That logic is sound. You’ve got this. But back to the main reason for this plane ride. We’re still two girls going on a girls’ trip. So whoever sucks the most dick doesn’t have to pay. Which is good, because I think it’s going to be me and I’m so broke. I can’t wait to see what bikini you have on under that moomoo.” Chastity was dressed in drapey white fabric that covered quite a bit of her skin. And I was basically in the same thing. Just...frumpier.
I looked down at my outfit. “It’s a sweatshirt. And I’m not wearing a bikini under it.” I was dressed comfortably for travel. And also dressed in a lot of clothing, because after a quick bit of research I knew I couldn’t show much skin in Morocco without going to prison for the rest of my life. Or getting a hand removed or something.
“Oh wow. You’re just full nude under there? I love it.”
“No! Please don’t get us arrested in Morocco.”
Chastity laughed like she didn’t value her left hand. “If we get arrested, the worst that’ll happen is we’ll have to blow a few officers. Speaking of sucking dick, I think I’m gonna go blow the pilot so we can move up to first class. I can’t stand this material under my skin.”
“Please don’t do that.” He’d probably turn the plane around for assault. And I was on a tight timeline here.
“Oh. Did you have dibs on him?”
“No! I’m dating Tanner.”
“Mhmmm. Sure. Wake me up when you’ve gotten us an upgrade.” She winked at me and put an eye mask on.
I did not blow the pilot. And to Chastity’s horror, I didn’t blow the train conductor either as we traveled from Casablanca to Meknes. Now we were roaming through dark narrow streets trying to find the royal palace via Google Maps. I looked up when I heard some men shouting. The narrow streets had opened into a large area full of tables and lots of palm trees. We’d stumbled upon a bazaar. I glanced at a table full of spices and two men loudly bartering. There wasn’t a bazaar on the map...
“Oh, we should find a spa!” said Chastity. “I want to see if what Handsy Hassan did to me was authentic or not.”
“Chastity, we don’t have time. We’re going to be late! It’s already 6:50 and this bazaar came out of nowhere. I don’t see it on the map. Do you see this on the map?!”
“Deep breaths. We’ll get you a massage after.” Chastity grabbed my phone. “This way.” She walked past the two men shouting.
