Page 24 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
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 signwasin German. But… “The sign saidJacke 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.
