Page 158 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

He was right. The walls were a plain white out here too. And when we made it to the end of the hall, we walked into another blindingly white room.

There were women in fancy dresses and men in tuxedos standing at cocktail tables chatting. But the room hushed when we walked in.

“I think we’re in the wrong place,” Rob whispered.

I heard a spoon fall to the ground. Yeah. We were definitely in the wrong place. Because everyone else was wearing freaking clothes!

Mason looked down at his leaf. “When did I get naked?” he whispered.

I laughed.

Matt laughed too. “Why are we the only naked ones? Robert Hunter, you’re in trouble, young man.”

“Don’t use my full name,” he hissed. “This isn’t my fault.”

“How is this not your fault?” I asked. And then I laughed. “Fault is a strange word.”

“I don’t even think it’s a word,” Matt said. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“Fault, fault, fault,” Mason started saying on repeat.

“We’re so high,” Rob said. “Maybe this isn’t even happening right now.”

“But you’re all seeing this, right?” I whispered. “A whole party of people staring at us? And they’re all wearing way more clothes than us.”

“I see it,” Mason said. “I wish I was still a hat. Oh, fuck I’m getting hard.”

“What? Stop it!” Rob hissed.

“It’s too late. There’s a hot girl at table two. Direct eye contact is my weakness.”

I looked over and there was indeed a hot girl at table two smiling over at us.

“This leaf isn’t big enough!” Mason hissed.

“Calm down, that leaf is twelve times the size of your small dick,” Rob said.

“It’s tenting! The leaf is going to rip.”

“Get it together,” Matt said. “Think of…bunnies or something.”

“You know I love fucking on top of furs!”

Matt started laughing.

“My tip is showing!”

I looked down. And sure enough, the tip of Mason’s penis was poking out at the bottom of the leaf. But I felt like he was holding the leaf all wrong. It was way too high up. What the hell was he doing? “You gotta put it lower,” I said and reached for his leaf.

“Don’t touch my boner, man.”

“Yeah, I was definitely not trying to do that.”

“Bloody wanker,” Mason said.

I started laughing. “Are we British now?”

“I think I should just drop the leaf,” Mason said. “It’s the only way.”

“Don’t flash all these people,” Rob hissed. “They’re all staring at us. Are we screaming right now? I feel like we’re screaming…”

“You’re finally here!” a bubbly brunette said as she ran up to us. She gave Rob a quick kiss on the cheek. “I just need you and your friends over there and I’ll start painting you.”

I turned to where she was pointing. There were some cloth tarps laid on the ground and paint and brushes. But there was no canvas.

“Where exactly are you painting us?” Rob asked.

“Over there,” she said again, but this time she pointed to the wall.

Rob laughed. “It’s a mural? That’s staying here? Forever?”

“That’s the idea, yes,” she said.

“I can’t buy that wall,” Matt said.

I laughed. “It’s fine.” Who cared if our asses were forever immortalized on this wall? Certainly not me. Had I ever said I cared? “Is there food?” I asked.

“Yes it’s…” her voice trailed off as she looked over my shoulder.

I turned around to see Mason talking to the hot girl at table two. The girl at the table behind him was staring right at his exposed ass.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Matt said. “My brother’s ass is out.” He walked over to Mason, seemingly unaware that his ass was out too.

“Mason is going to need a better wingman than Matt,” I said. I started to walk over toward them, but Rob caught my arm before I could.

“So, over there?” Rob asked. “Great. Let’s get our art on.

” He pulled me away from Mason and Matt.

Which was a mistake. Because I was a really good fucking wingman.

Yup, I was the best. Matt and Mason were already retreating from table two.

I would have got Mason fucking laid. The boy was in dire need of some holes.

The artist girl somehow wrangled us all into the poses she wanted. And we stood there perfectly still.

“Please stop moving,” she said.

Okay…so maybe we weren’t perfectly still. But this leaf was a plant. And plants weren’t supposed to be this close to balls.

“Just be still,” she said more firmly.

Did floating count as still? I was pretty sure I was floating.

Matt started giggling.

I looked over and Rob was poking at Matt’s leaf with a sword.

“Where did you get a sword?” I asked.

“I’m the king of the jungle. Or something like that.” He poked Matt’s leaf again.

“Stop it,” Matt said through his giggles.

The girl walked back over to us. “I need you all to not move.”

“We’re not marooving,” Mason said as he tripped to the side.

“Did you just say marooving?” she asked.

“That’s not a word.”

“I know it’s not a word.” She looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. “You guys, please just be still. This is the first night of the exhibit. We’re going to end up painting this whole room over the course of the semester, but this is the pivotal piece.”

“Wait,” Matt said. “What’s going to be right next to us?”

“I don’t know, someone else is painting that.”

“I think we need to know what we’re being painted next to. Like…is it lions? Because if it is, what if I do this?” He turned and lifted one of his legs like he was about to sprint. But he stayed perfectly still. “This way it looks like we’re about to get on those lions and rule this fucking wall.”

“No,” she said. “We’re not doing that. And Rob, stop poking him with the sword.”

I looked over and Rob had the point of his sword close to Matt’s butt. It made it look like Matt was running away from being anally impaled instead of being cool and running toward lions.

I burst out laughing.

“Oh no,” Mason said. He sounded so devastated. “I broke it.” His penis was poking through a hole in the leaf. “This wasn’t the hole I was promised.”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?” She pulled the leaf off of Mason’s erection, folded part of it down over the hole he’d made, and pushed it back in front of him.

“Nothing is wrong with us.” Rob reached out and poked his sword against Mason’s butt next.

“Stop it,” she hissed. “You’ve lost your sword privileges.” She grabbed it and handed it to me.

I smiled. “I’m the king of the jungle.”

“You’re not in the jungle!” she yelled. And then she looked surprised that she’d yelled. “Just…stop it. Be quiet. All of you.” She stormed back over to the wall where she was painting us.

“I bet she gives great head when she’s angry. Don’t you think?” Rob asked.

“Unless she’s a biter,” Mason said. “Like the lions.”

I couldn’t stop laughing.

“I feel like we should do the running thing,” Matt said. “It would be cooler next to the lions.”

“There are no lions,” I said through my laughter.

“Shhh,” Rob said. Now that he didn’t have his sword, he was perfectly poised. “I want her to just be a little angry. Not a lot angry. That’s the secret to good head.”

“I’m going to get blue balls,” Mason moaned.

“Shh,” Rob said again.

So I poked him with my new sword.

But then the artist cleared her throat. And there was something about the tone that made me stop. “I think we’re in trouble?”

“You think?” Matt said. “We’re being painted without lions.”

The artist stared daggers at us as she continued painting the wall.

The party continued in front of us. Every now and then the people would casually look over at the wall and start talking and pointing.

Presumably they were discussing the live art concept or some bullshit like that.

While all four of us were ass naked, posed in weird positions, holding fig leaves over our junk.

“This is not fun,” Matt said. “Boooo, Rob.”

“It’s not my fault,” Rob said. “She tricked me with…”

“Tits,” I said. “Yeah. It happens.” Just thinking about tits made my dick start getting hard.

What the fuck? It had been a while since I’d been laid too.

I closed my eyes and pictured bunnies like Matt recommended.

And unlike Mason who loved fucking on furs, the little guys calmed me down.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want to be painted with my dick poking through a hole in the leaf.

Mason started laughing again. The brownies, and blunt, and alcohol had seriously fucked him up.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anyone’s pupils so big before.

The bright white room probably didn’t help.

I was pretty sure we could be doing anything and he’d be having the time of his life.

Which was fantastic for him. But the longer we stood up here, the more sober I got.

And I’d just remembered the party we were throwing at the Gryphon Club.

And now I was the only one who wanted us to get back there before the night ended.

“It’s cold in here,” Rob said and shimmied his shoulders a bit.

“That explains it,” Mason said.

“Explains what?”

“Tiny penis syndrome.” He giggled.

Rob glared at him. “You can’t even see my dick. It’s behind a leaf.”

“Exactly. It’s hidden behind a very small leaf.”

“This leaf is like a foot long.”

The artist cleared her throat again. We all froze.

“Wait, can you buy walls?” Matt asked. “Because now that I’m thinking about it…that’s kind of what buying a house is. I’ll try to buy a piece of this house.”

“Or we could just sneak back in here later and paint over it,” Rob said.

“Why would you paint over us?” Mason leaned forward to see the wall to our side. “We look good. Very realistic.”

I craned my neck to see too. I had to hand it to the artist…we looked like fucking Greek Gods. “You can tell it’s us though,” I said.

“Can you?” Rob asked. “I don’t know.”

I laughed. “What other four idiots would wind up doing this on a Friday night during tops-optional night at the Gryphon Club?”

“What did you just say to me?” Rob asked.

“Oh. Oops. That was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Why the fuck are we ass naked at this soiree when your weird frat has a bunch of topless girls roaming around waiting to be motorboated by yours truly?”

“Because you made us come here,” I said with a laugh.

“But you left off very important details.”

“Because it was a surprise.”

“Okay, new plan,” Rob said. He craned his neck to see the painting. “We’ve been here for like 12 hours.”

“Maybe 20 minutes,” I said.

“Same difference. She got what she needed from our bodies. New plan.”

“I’m listening,” Mason said. “As long as it involves that buffet.” He pointed to where everyone else was getting to eat.

“Absolutely. We’re going to run to the buffet, grab a bunch of food, and then run back to the Gryphon Club. On three. Three!” Rob sprinted off.

“What happened to counting!” Mason yelled.

“We needed a hut, hut or something,” Matt said.

“Where are you going?!” the artist yelled. “You agreed to pose for four hours!”

Sorry…what? No. That wasn’t happening. “Let’s go!” I yelled and sprinted after Rob.

Matt and Mason followed. I grabbed a handful of chicken before Mason lifted the whole silver chafer.

“Stop!” she yelled.

But we’d all already grabbed our own chafers and were sprinting back to the hallway.

“Rob, grab our clothes!” I pointed to the room where we’d changed.

“On it.” He ran into the room and we kept running. We pushed out the side of the building, laughing hysterically.

“Chicken,” Mason said and plopped down on the stairs. He started double fisting the meat.

“I got mashed potatoes.” I sat down next to him and he scooped up a handful of that too as I stabbed my sword through some chicken. Why didn’t people still use swords as utensils? It seemed perfectly good to me. But the cold concrete under my ass did not seem as good. “Brrr my ass is cold.”

“Brrrrr,” Mason agreed.

“Ew,” Matt said as he pulled the lid off his. “I should have opened it first. Who serves a whole tray of wilted asparagus?” He set it down on the steps next to him as we started feasting.

“Where is Rob?” Mason eventually asked.

I ate more chicken off my sword and frowned. “I don’t know. He was right behind us.”

We looked over our shoulders at the door.

“He probably got arrested,” Matt said. “He was naked.”

I stared at him. “We’re all naked, Matt.”

“I’m not na…” his voice trailed off when he looked down. “I don’t remember that happening.”

Mason and I both laughed.

“I love college,” Rob said as he pushed through the doors behind us holding a bag of our clothes. “I knew she’d give good head.”

He had lipstick prints all down his torso.

Mason laughed. “High-five!”

Rob high-fived him. “What did we get? Oh, score.” He grabbed some chicken.

“I need my clothes,” Matt said. “I’m naked.”

“You’ll never catch me!” Rob yelled and started running again.

“What the fuck,” Mason said with a laugh. “I’m going to tackle his naked ass.”

“You’re going to tickle Rob’s naked ass?” I asked.

Mason laughed. “I’m pretty sure I said tackle.” He set his chicken tray aside. “Give me that sword.”

I tossed it at him and he caught it with one hand. He lifted the sword over his head and sprinted after Rob.