Page 9 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

I turned to follow Ash into the woods. But I did it much more delicately than she had. Slavanka was right behind me.

“Ash?!” I yelled into the forest as I wove between trees. At this speed, with this much snow, and with the sun setting, I could hardly see a thing.

But I could still hear her screaming bloody murder.

Ash?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bright white blur barreling straight towards me, so I turned my skis a little.

Ash flew past me, less than an inch away from clipping my skis.

“Watch out!” I yelled. The next obstacle in her path was a particularly thick tree that would really not be good to crash into.

I let out a sigh when she swerved to avoid it and two more trees.

She turned back to look at me. “What?!”

No! Don’t look at me! “TREE!” We were skiing through a freaking forest!

“WHAT?!” she yelled louder.

I lifted my ski pole and pointed in front of her.

She turned around just in time to dodge the low-hanging branch threatening to take her head off. Well… almost in time.

She cleared the bulk of the branch. But her poofy fur hood snagged on one piece. So as she continued down the mountain, her ski suit did not. In the blink of an eye she’d gone from a big white blur to…

Well, with how pasty her skin was combined with her white bikini, she was still basically just a white blur going down the mountain.

She looked down in horror and momentarily lost control. But it worked out okay, because her new trajectory took her out of the forest and back onto the main slope.

Without having to dodge trees I was easily able to catch up to her.

“What happened to my suit?!” she yelled.

“It tore away, just like you requested.” What was it she’d said?

Something about wanting it to tear right off like a lizard’s tail being grabbed by a toddler.

And thank God she had requested that or that branch would have done a hell of a lot more damage.

Or maybe it would have just ripped out a few pieces fur from her hood. Could have gone either way, really.

“I did not request to be naked!”

“You’re not naked,” I said. “You still have your biki…”

As I said it, Ash skied over a little bump. Her tits bounced up and nearly hit her in the face, and when they came back down, they were no longer contained by her bikini top.

Cheers went up around us. We’d just gotten to the glass atrium, so there were lots of hot soldiers hanging out and sipping hot chocolate next to outdoor space heaters.

“No!” she screamed. “Don’t look at me!” But she didn’t try to cover up. Probably because she was too scared of catching an edge and heading back into the forest. Or maybe she was just loving the applause, that naughty little slut.

Lucky girl. I wished I could put on a show for the hot soldiers too. And maybe I could…

I grabbed my suit and tugged. Sure enough, the whole thing tore right off just as we passed another group of soldiers. I smiled to myself as they cheered wildly. And they cheered again when Slavanka did the same thing.

We got cheers the rest of the way down the mountain.

Each time it happened, Ash made an attempt to fix her bikini.

But she couldn’t get any purchase on it with her big ski gloves, so she just kept making it worse.

Eventually it ended up covering her goggles.

And when she tried to move it, she accidentally pushed it off her head. The wind caught it and it was gone.

The whole thing happened in front of a group of skiing teenage boys. Every single one of them was so transfixed that they all totally wiped out.

And speaking of wiping out…

When we pulled in to the very crowded landing at the bottom of the slope, Ash threw herself face-first into the snow.

“You okay?” I asked as I gracefully stopped beside her.

“No I’m not okay!” she yelled without lifting her head. I could barely hear her through the snow covering her face.

“Did you twist your ankle or something? What’s wrong?”

“No. But everyone here just saw my boobs. And I’m so cold but I can’t get up or everyone will see them again.”

“Girl, you’re gonna freeze your nipples off!”

“What?! I thought you said that couldn’t happen?!”

“Of course it can happen. I just didn’t want you to break the Single Girl Rules by not wearing a bikini on a girls’ trip. Why don’t you just put your hands over your boobs?”

“I did not think of that.”

“Come on.” I grabbed one of her arms and Slavanka grabbed the other. And then we hauled her to her feet.

She threw her hands over her boobs, much to the disappointment of every guy watching. Although we were all in thongs and both my top and Slavanka’s were quite small, so they were still getting a pretty great show.

“Ready for the meeting?” I asked.

“No I’m not ready for the meeting!” yelled Ash. “I need clothes.”

I glanced up at the clock tower in the center of the quaint German ski village. Thanks to Ash going down the mountain at near Olympic-record speeds, we did have a little time to spare. “Okay,” I said. “We can go to one store.”

I tried to lure her into a Swiss chocolate shop.

There was a chocolate fountain in the big glass window that was calling my name.

But that wasn’t even the most delicious chocolate in there.

Because the man at the counter buying truffles looked a heck of a lot like Flash Robinson.

I hadn’t tasted his delicious chocolate cock since my initiation into the Gryphon Club.

And I was pretty sure it would taste better than ever dipped in that chocolate fountain…

But instead Ash dragged me over to an adorable little half-timbered shop with Christmas lights strung up everywhere. The mannequins in the windows were sporting the poofiest puffer jackets I’d ever seen.

We’d been in the store for all of two seconds when Ash grabbed a cropped silver jacket and pulled it on. She zipped it all the way to her chin. “Where are the pants?”

“Uh…” I looked around. “I don’t think they have any.”

“Why would they not have any pants?”

“Probably because you chose to shop in the Jacket Emporium.”

“How was I supposed to know what the name of the shop translated to? I don’t speak German.”

The sign was in German. But… “The sign said Jacke Empo?rium. That’s literally one letter away from being in English.”

“There was definitely a weird little accent mark in there too. Can we please go find pants somewhere?”

“No time. And anyway, you look hot. The volume of the poofy jacket and fur boots juxtaposed with your little thong balances so well. In fact, we should all go for that look.” I grabbed a matching jacket for me and Slavanka and then we headed to the counter to check out.

“That’ll be $20,000,” said the guy at the checkout.

“Fine,” said Ash. She unzipped her jacket and shook her tits at him.

“Whoa! Girl, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Huh? I was just uh…” She cleared her throat. “I was taking my jacket off so he could ring it up.”

“No, no,” said Slavanka. “You try pay with tits. But he gay.”

“Honey,” added the salesman. “I’m wearing a mesh shirt and pink pleather lederhosen.” He added a sassy little finger wag as he muttered something in German.

Ash tugged her jacket up and turtled down into it.

“They’re out again,” I said. “It’s a crop top.”

She slowly pulled it back down. Her face was the color of a tomato and her eyes were as big as dinner plates.

“Just put it on our room tab,” I said to the salesman. “We’re in the Kaiser Suite.”

“I did not realize that was an option,” whispered Ash.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about wanting to show your tits off. I get it. If you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em. But maybe save that energy for the meeting. If our baseball bat gifts don’t land right, your tits could come in handy.”

“I’m not going to flash a room of mobsters.”

“Me neither,” I said with a wink.

“No! Don’t wink about that. And seriously, I need pants before we go to this meeting. We’re probably going to get arrested before we even get there.”

“No way. Germans are totally fine with nudity. In German universities they even have co-ed group showers. Which is really something we should adopt in the US. It would make it so much easier to find all the boys with the biggest cocks.”

“We transfer to German university next year?” asked Slavanka.

“I don’t hate that idea.”

Ash tried to duck into a clothing store, but I grabbed her arm.

“There’s no time for pants!”

“Pleeeeeease?”

“Nope. Just pull your ski goggles down at the meeting. No one will even recognize you.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea.” She pulled her goggles down and got a little spring in her step.

The two delivery guys were waiting for us with our baseball bats outside the beer hall. Ash and Slavanka grabbed either side of the crate and carried it in behind me.

“Where are they?” asked Ash, looking out at the dozens of skiers seated at the long tables.

“Back there.” I pointed to a door in the back corner. Unlike most of the doors here, it wasn’t lined with Christmas lights. Instead, it was hidden behind two Christmas trees.

As soon as we opened the door, the overwhelming smell of cigar smoke told me we were in the right place.

But then my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I wasn’t so sure.

Because Daddy was the only person seated at the big round table in the middle. And the only other person in the room was his trusted underboss.

“Chastity?” he said.

“Daddy!” I ran over and threw my arms around him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “I told you not to come.”

“Did you? I didn’t catch that on the call. It just sounded like you needed help, so I came. Where’s everyone else?”

“No idea.” He checked his diamond-studded watch. “They should have been here by now.”

Someone in the corner cleared their throat and a dim light switched on. Through the cigar smoke I could just barely make out a thin blonde woman in a black and pink pinstripe dress, black stockings, and a fedora pulled low over her eyes. She snuffed her cigar and took a sip of cognac.

Holy hell! Had she been there the whole time? What kind of creepy bitch hid in the corner of a dark room smoking a cigar and drinking cognac? There was really only one answer: Crazy Isabella.

“Who are we waiting for?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice.

Daddy’s underboss pulled a gun and pointed it at her.

Isabella didn’t even flinch. “Now, now,” she said. “You really don’t want to do that.”

“I kind of do.”

“Suit yourself. But you should know that if my heart stops, my watch will sense it. And then a bomb in the basement will go off and kill all those lovely people eating and drinking and being merry. You don’t want that, do you?”

Daddy put his hand up to stop his underboss from shooting.

“Now, I’ll ask again. Who are we waiting for? Wait, let me guess. You invited the Locatellis and Chadwicks to a secret meeting in hopes of forming an alliance against my daddy?”

Ash gagged a little. And I didn’t blame her. When I called Daddy Daddy it sounded sweet and loving. But when Isabella called Richard Pruitt Daddy ? Gross.

“Well, I doubt they’ll be coming,” she continued.

“That’s fine,” I said. “We’ll still get them on our side. Because we have a secret weapon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” I turned around, opened the crate, and pulled out one of the beautiful engraved baseball bats.

“You’re going to break their kneecaps?” asked Daddy’s underboss.

“Nope. In the spirit of Christmas, I’m going to give them each a beautiful, hand polished, custom engraved baseball bat.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you were smart,” said Isabella as she uncrossed her stocking-clad legs and stood up. “Giving gifts during Christmas is so clever. How ever did you think of it?”

“Don’t be jealous that you didn’t think of it first.”

Isabella hovered her hand over the crate of bats. “May I?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She reached in and grabbed one, rolling it over in her hands. “Very nice,” she said. “Is that cherry?”

“Australian bull-oak.”

She nodded approvingly. “And these engravings are so fun. I’m actually a little embarrassed. Because I got the Locatellis and Chadwicks presents too. But I didn’t get them anything nearly this fancy. I just got them gold plated Tommy guns with laser targeting.”

Shit! Those sounded so much cooler than baseball bats. But… “Oh yeah? Can your Tommy guns detect bugs? Because these can.”

“Aw, honey,” said Isabella with a little pout. “Now you’re just making yourself look desperate. Everyone knows that wearing a wire is so last century. Now it’s all about cell phone taps.” She patted me on the head.

I swatted her hand away.

“Anyway, New York belongs to me now. So stay out of my way, and we can be besties.”

She started to walk out. But as she passed me, she paused and whispered in my ear. “Actually, we’ll never be besties. I don’t hang out with girls who date guys with tiny dicks. Fuck with me and I’ll sew your pussy shut, you ugly fucking whore.” She kissed my cheek and walked out.

Oh hell no.

I mean, the burn about Chad’s dick was totally fair. That thing was tiny. But threatening to sew my pussy shut and calling me ugly? That was crossing a line.

I was going to kill this bitch.