Page 21 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

I walked up to the throne and poked Santa’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, Santa. I know you’re having fun fucking Ash, but can you please tell me what my special treat is?”

“Cock, of course. Just like you wished for on your list. Go pull that lever.” He pointed to a group of three levers sticking out of the ground.

“Which lever?” I asked. But when I turned back to look at him, he and Ash had disappeared. The only thing I could see was one of Ash’s candy cane boots kicking in the air as he fucked her against the back of his throne.

God, I could barely walk I was so horny. But I made it over to the levers. The one I’d run into earlier seemed to control the Christmas lights, so I doubted that was what he was talking about. Maybe he meant the second one…

I pulled the second lever and the conveyor belt started up.

The giant presents stacked from floor to glass ceiling blocked my view of where the belt came out of the brick wall, but it didn’t take long for presents to start appearing on the final stretch of conveyor belt.

One by one they dropped off the end of the belt and into the sack on the back of one of Santa’s sleighs.

Filling Santa’s sleigh was great and all, but unless those presents were filled with dildos or roosters, then those were not the cocks I was promised.

I hit the third lever.

A bow on top one of the giant presents exploded, simultaneously untying the present and spewing tons of shiny red confetti into the air.

The ribbons that had been connected to the bow slid down the side of the present, and then the four sides of it all fell outwards.

One of my teammates was inside, still dressed in his red elf outfit.

But the only light in this atrium was from the millions of multicolored Christmas lights, so it was a little hard to tell which one it was.

Another explosion went off, and then another, opening two more of the giant presents. My other two teammates were in those.

“Congrats, boys!” I said. “We won!” I threw my hands in the air and let the confetti fall around me.

They started to walk towards me. And when they got close enough for me to tell who was who – which meant they could probably also see who I was – the banana king stopped dead in his tracks.

“Chastity Morgan?” he spat. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I took a deep breath. This was my chance to convince the banana king and Tommy to form an alliance against Isabella. “Delivering presents,” I said. “What else would I be doing here?”

“Shit, that was you on our team?” He glanced nervously at Slavanka, like he was worried she might attack him. Which, to be fair, was a reasonable concern. He’d probably seen the video footage of what she’d done to his guards at his resort.

“It was,” I said. “And what a team we made. You, me, Ghostie, and Tommy. We were unstoppable.”

The banana king took a step back and looked at the men on either side of him. “Fuck. I didn’t realize I was working with you two.” He tore his elf mask off.

Ghostie and Tommy did the same.

The three men glared at eachother.

“Are you sure we won?” asked Tommy. “Because there’s no way Magnus’ big sausage fingers wrapped those presents well enough.” He gestured to the banana king’s large hands.

“Fuck you,” said the banana king. “My beautiful wrapping was probably the only thing that kept your shoddy assembling from getting us disqualified. And you…” He turned to Ghostie.

“I’m surprised you got any presents delivered.

I would have thought you’d be too busy cleaning cum off your little whore’s face. ”

“You’re a dead man,” growled Ghostie. And then he and Tommy both lunged at the banana king.

He tried to dodge, but he could only avoid Tommy. Ghostie took him to the ground and wound up to punch him. But on the backswing he hit Tommy. Tommy dove onto both men. Elbows and fists and legs started flying everywhere.

It was a real shit show. But it was also extremely hot. All those bulging muscles and manly grunts and tearing shirts. Yum.

I wanted to keep watching, but the more they hurt each other, the less likely they’d be to agree to an alliance.

“Boys!” I yelled.

They kept fighting.

“Boys!” I yelled louder.

Still didn’t work.

And then Slavanka growled like a bear.

All three men froze and looked over at her.

“Big stupid men stop fighting,” said Slavanka. “Chastity talk.”

Everyone looked at me.

“I know our families all hate each other,” I said.

“But it doesn’t have to be like that. You saw how well we all worked together tonight.

Neither of the other teams even came close to us.

And the same thing would happen if we teamed up for real.

We could take over New York. Or we could keep fighting and let Crazy Isabella pick us off one by one while we slowly bleed each other dry. ”

“Isabella isn’t a threat,” said the banana king. “Just this morning she gave me a gold-plated Tommy gun and promised to stay out of our territory.”

“She did the same for me,” said Tommy.

“Of course she did,” I said. “Your families are both about to go bankrupt. You’re not threats. She’s just trying to get you to stay out of her way while she takes down Daddy. But make no mistake – she’ll come for you eventually.”

“Maybe so,” said Tommy. “But by the time she does, we’ll be ready. We just have to find some buyers for some of our properties, and then we’ll be flush with cash.”

I was hoping he’d mention that. “Daddy can help with that.”

“Yeah right,” scoffed the banana king. “Your father may have an impressive rolodex, but those buyers will take one look at the Chadwick’s shitty buildings and the deal will be off.”

“Maybe so,” I said. “But luckily you have millions of dollars’ worth of beautiful Italian finishes just sitting in a warehouse. The Chadwicks will build the foundations, the Locatellis will make the buildings beautiful, and Daddy will deliver the buyers. It’s a perfect combination.”

The banana king shook his head. “That would never work.”

“It literally just did. Tommy assembled, you finished, and Ghostie and I delivered. And we demolished the other teams. Let’s team up in real life and do the same to Isabella. Together, we can rule New York.” I felt like I was repeating myself. How were they not getting this?

“What about when it comes time to split the profits?” asked the banana king. “Let me guess – you’ll give us just enough for us to avoid bankruptcy?”

“Nope,” I said. “We’ll split everything evenly between our three families. And speaking of splitting things… Wanna know what your prize is for delivering the most presents?”

They all nodded.

I reached up and grabbed the ends of the bow holding my outfit together. And then I pulled. “Me,” I said as it unraveled, leaving me in just my gloves and boots.

Ghostie’s eyes devoured my naked body. And then he glared at the two other men.

“If either of you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you,” he growled.

The banana king laughed. “I’ve already touched her. God, her pussy was tight. Sorry if I stretched her out too much for you.”

Ghostie clenched his fists. He was definitely about to swing at him again. “Get ready to die.”

“Now, now, Ghostie,” I said. “That’s no way to talk to our new allies.”

“They aren’t our allies. They never said they agreed.”

I turned to the banana king and Tommy. “What will it be? Do we have an alliance? Or do you want to miss out on this .” I gestured to my naked body.

“Counter proposal,” said the banana king. “I walk up there and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. And then you’ll figure out a way to get our building permits reinstated.”

“And I’ll fuck you too,” added Tommy. “And then you’ll send me the contact info for some of your father’s buyers. Otherwise I’ll be happy to tell Chad all about how you spent your Christmas Eve.”

I very much wanted to accept both of those proposals. Or at least, the part about getting fucked. But I needed this alliance.

“What if we have a little contest?” I suggested. “Winner gets exactly what they want.”

“What’s the contest?” asked Tommy. “Dance off?”

“It has to be a size contest,” said the banana king. “That’s the only proper way to determine something of this magnitude.”

“Not happening,” growled Ghostie.

The banana king laughed. “You scared I’m bigger?”

Ghostie should have been scared of that.

Because the banana king was definitely bigger than him.

So that idea was out. But that gave me an even better idea.

“Having a big cock is great, but it’s more about what you do with it.

So how about this. Instead of a size contest, let’s have a contest to see who can give out the most orgasms.” It was a little risky, but Ghostie knew my body like the back of his hand. There was no way he would lose.

The banana king must have realized that, because he didn’t look convinced.

I was about to cash in on my favor that he owed me, but then his eyes focused on something behind me.

I turned around and saw Ash walking back around from behind Santa’s throne. They’d really been going at it for a while back there.

“I’m in,” said the banana king. “But only if Ash is part of it. I want that virgin…”

He stopped midsentence as Santa came up behind Ash and bent her over the throne.

“What the fuck?!” yelled the banana king.

“Aw,” I said. “Were you hoping to take her virginity? Sorry, but Santa beat you to it. You can still have seconds though.” I turned to Tommy. “You in?”

He gave me the up-down and nodded.

Ghostie scowled at them. But he didn’t say no.

Ah! Yes! Christmas orgy!

“What are you all waiting for?” I asked.

“Are you gonna come fuck us? Or do we get to have all the fun without you?” I grabbed Slavanka and made out with her.

Single Girl Rule #30: Girl on girl action is only gay if no guys were watching.

And in this case… guys were definitely watching.

I stared at them out of the corner of my eye as I reached up and grabbed one of Slavanka’s tits.