Page 160 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Friday

A million years ago again

Rob jumped into a small fountain to escape Mason’s flailing sword.

“What are you two jackasses doing?!” I jumped into the fountain and stepped between them so they couldn’t reach each other.

“He said I had a baby penis,” Mason said. “Does this look like a baby penis to you?” He gestured to his definitely-way-above-average-sized dick.

“Yes,” Rob said. “Compared to mine.”

Mason lunged for him.

I put my hands on their chests and shoved them back. “Stop it. Come on. Can’t we all just be happy that we all have huge dicks?”

“I just want everyone to acknowledge that I’m packing a freaking elephant trunk,” Rob said.

Matt belly flopped into the fountain, splashing all of us, and just missing hitting his head on the stone side.

And then somehow the great penis size debate had ended and we all started running around and splashing in the water even though it was fucking freezing.

Mason grabbed both sides of Rob’s face. “Bloink!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I laughed. “Wait, Mason! We have to show them Tanner fountain.”

“What the hell is a Tanner fountain?” Rob asked.

“It’s pretty cool. It’s all misty, especially on cold nights like this.” I started climbing out of the lame little fountain, but Rob caught my arm to stop me.

“I’m not going to Tanner fountain,” he said.

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just got this weird déjà vu or something. I don’t…I don’t like that name.”

“What name?”

“Tanner. It’s a bad name. Bad juju. It’s not for me. Right, Matt? Tanner sucks?”

“We don’t know anyone named Tanner,” Matt said.

Rob shuddered. “I know. But it’s a very bad name. I have a feeling that if I ever meet a Tanner, I’m going to fucking hate him.”

I shook my head. “But the mist is actually really cool…”

“That sounds flashy and stupid, just like the name Tanner.”

Mason laughed. “You hate most people that aren’t us. Bloink!” He slapped Rob’s cheeks. The face ones, not the ass ones.

“What do you think the four of you are doing?” someone said from behind us.

We all turned around and stared at the campus security guard. And we were much more still than we had been while posing for that mural.

“We’re invisible,” Matt whispered.

The security guard frowned at all of us. “No, you are not invisible, son. And entering the fountain is against campus rules.”

“We’re invisible,” Matt said again.

The security guard shook his head. “I’ve gotten calls about disturbances at the library tonight. And at an alumni charity live art event. Apparently four young men who were supposed to be tastefully posing in fig leaves stole a prop sword and lots of food.”

Mason tucked the sword behind his back while I tried to cover my fig leaf with my hands.

“That wasn’t us,” Matt said. “Because we’re invisible.”

“I’m going to need the four of you to step out of the fountain.”

“Isn’t this guy our age?” Rob whispered to me.

“Yeah, it’s like a campus job for students,” I whispered back.

“Which means he has no actual authority. I think we should punch him.”

“Better idea,” I said. “Well, maybe try that too if my idea doesn’t work. But first…let’s rush him.” I looked over at Mason and Matt to make sure they’d heard us.

Mason saluted me.

That seemed like a yes.

“Hut, hut!” Matt yelled and we all scrambled out of the fountain and charged toward the security guard.

He screamed at the top of his lungs. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how intimidating we all were. Or if it was because we were all ass naked. But boy ran home.

“I’m the king of Harvard!” Mason yelled and lifted his sword in the air. He banged his fist against his chest.

Rob laughed. “Not on my watch.” He shoved Mason backward into the fountain and stole the sword.

***

We showed up almost three hours late to our own party, completely drenched, and still high enough that we didn’t really need the red solo cups someone shoved into our hands. But we downed them anyway.

“Holy fuck,” Rob said as he saw a girl walk by in nothing but heels and a pair of cut-off jean shorts.

We were only standing in the foyer and you could already tell that this was the best party ever.

“You weren’t kidding,” Rob said. “Tops-optional is the best idea. But what’s the actual theme for the party?”

“That’s it,” I said. “Just that. Tops-optional.”

“It’s a little lazy, honestly.”

I laughed.

“But I love it.”

“We figured you would,” Mason said. “That’s why we convinced everyone to move the party up to tonight. It’s usually later in the semester.”

“I knew you loved me.”

Mason rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I see my hot artist from earlier, and she looks like she desperately needs to be motorboated.” He tossed the sword at me and walked into our house library.

“He’s definitely going to fuck this up,” Mason said. “Let’s watch.”

I laughed. “She already gave him head though.” But we followed Rob into the library anyway.

It was dark in here tonight and my final club brothers had removed most of the furniture.

All that remained was one very heavy wooden desk, floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves, a ton of books, and a number of old marble busts.

Rob was talking to a brunette who most definitely wasn’t the artist from earlier. But he still immediately motorboated her. And she surprisingly didn’t slap him.

“That’s not the same girl, right?” Matt asked and cocked his head to the side. “Her tits look way bigger.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely not the same girl,” Mason said.

“Um, why are you guys completely naked?” one of my final club brothers asked. “It’s just tops, guys.”

“Watch and learn,” Mason said and patted his back.

He walked up ass naked to one of the topless girls.

She stared down at his dick, smiled, and then looked back up at him.

He was making out with her in less than 30 seconds.

And in less than a minute he had her back slammed against one of the bookshelves, her legs around his waist.

My final club brother shrugged and walked off.

“I still prefer pants,” Matt said. He grabbed the bag off the ground that we had somehow managed to get back here safely. He pulled on his boxers, jeans, and shoes. I did the same.

The silence stretched awkwardly between us.

I cleared my throat. “Hey, if you want to talk about what happened with…”

“Nope,” Matt said and downed the rest of his drink. “Let’s just have fun, okay?” He gave me a forced smile and then walked away from me. Like he’d have more fun as far away from me as possible.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. Mason was still making out with the same girl.

But Rob had already moved on to someone new again.

Another brunette. Maybe he was making a run of it or something?

Motorboating as many girls as possible? It didn’t sound like a bad plan. But for some reason I didn’t join in.

Instead, I pulled out my phone. I wasn’t even sure why. Everyone who’d text me was here at this party.

I used to look forward to talking to Rachel or maybe even seeing her on the weekends. But that wasn’t going to be happening anymore. I slid my phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath.

And I wasn’t sure why, but instead of hitting on other girls and hanging out with my friends, I just stood there drinking alone.

I walked over to one of the old marble busts on display.

The library was filled with them, highlighting famous and successful Gryphon Club members.

When I first joined, I didn’t really care much about them.

But now? Maybe that’s what I wanted. To be famous.

Or at least successful. To be immortalized here as a bust. Bust. I laughed.

Originally I saw Rachel as my ticket out of living like this. Or…she was supposed to be. I didn’t need all…this. But she’d wanted it. My parents wanted it for me. All my friends wanted it.

I’d just wanted to be able to breathe a little easier.

Somewhere quieter. Where the people were nicer. I lit another blunt and took a deep inhale.

I closed my eyes, picturing a smiling face from my past. And all I could think about was the fact that I’d rather be in Delaware. I opened my eyes and shook the thought away. What the fuck was in Delaware?

I downed my drink and stared at the bust. Maybe focusing on being one of these would help me in some way. Give me purpose again. Or not. I was fucking high after all. I shook my head and walked over to Rob who was currently making out with yet another brunette.

“What are you doing?” I said when he finally came up for air and headed to get another drink. He’d found his pants again, but was still carrying around his sword. Or…more like using it as a walking cane. It worked somehow.

“What do you mean?” Rob asked. “But first, I have a question. What’s in the basement? Because I’ve heard a lot of people whispering about something going down in there tonight.”

“The basement is off limits to non-members. And non-pledges.”

“But what is happening down there?”

I smiled. “I’m not allowed to tell you.”

Rob gaped at me. “It’s something kinky, right? Because I swear I saw someone with a cloak heading down there…”

“Enough about the basement.”

“I also heard that one of these bookshelves is actually a secret door that leads to…”

“I’m not allowed to talk to you about that either.”

“But…”

“Back to you. What’s your end game here? You’ve made out with like five different brunettes tonight.”

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “No I haven’t. That was the artist from earlier. I’ve only made out with her all night.”

“Dude, that’s not the same girl,” Matt said.

I wasn’t sure where he’d come from, but I was glad he was back.

Rob shook his head. “Yes it is.”

“It’s definitely not,” I said. “You’ve been hooking up with like every brunette here.”

“Oh. Well, that explains why one of them slapped me when I talked about her giving me an amazing blowjob earlier. I was giving her a compliment. But wrong girl, I guess.” He shrugged. “Damn, I think I might need glasses.”