Chapter 8 – Red Card
Sunday, Sept 22, 2013
I put my whistle to my lips and blew.
Everyone stopped and looked at me.
“Is my time up?” asked Karma.
I pulled the red card out of my pocket and held it over her.
“Red card?” she asked. “What’d I do wrong?”
“No nudity allowed.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious. Go back to your position please. Your time is officially over.”
“That’s ridiculous. He’s been naked like the whole time!” She pointed to her very naked boyfriend.
“Hmmm…good point.” I turned to him and held the red card over his head. “Come with me.”
Slavanka untied him from the column and I dragged him backstage into one of the villa bedrooms.
“What are you doing?” asked Ghostie. “This is not the plan.”
He was right. It wasn’t.
It was even better.
I flashed a thumbs up to the security camera in the corner and then turned to Brody.
“So am I disqualified?” he asked.
“You should be.”
“I feel like there’s a but coming.”
“But…” I gave him a saucy smile. “I’m always open to bribes.”
“Uh…I don’t have any money on me. But I guess I could go get you a pizza or something. I think there’s a restaurant here that’s supposed to have the best pizza in Miami.”
What the fuck? “You want to take me out on a date?” Is he seriously about to cheat on Karma?
“I guess?”
“Dude, you have a girlfriend.”
“I know. But I really want Karma to win that money.”
“How about this. If you want, I’ll go on your pizza date. Or you can give me another type of delicious treat.” I stared down at his cock.
His eyes got big. “You want to suck my cock as your bribe?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to just suck it. I want to lick every inch of it, just like this. I put my whistle in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. “I want to jam it down my throat so far that I can’t breathe. And then I want you to fuck my face until you explode all over me. Or we can just go get some pizza. Your choice.” I moved my arm so that the ropes would shift and expose my breast.
“Holy shit.” He started stroking his cock.