Chapter 9 – Karma’s Karma
Sunday, Sept 22, 2013
“Oh my God,” said Karma. “Is this for real?”
“What does it say?” I asked.
But I knew exactly what it said. This was what this whole phase of the plan had been building towards.
“Take all three guards backstage and thank them for keeping the competition safe. Winky face.”
“Wow,” I said. “That might be even better than the money.”
“Perfect,” said Brody. “You can take the guards, and Karma will take the $50,000.”
I looked at Karma. “What do you think? Actually, before you answer that, can we please have all three guards join us on stage?”
They all walked up. I’d been hoping that Tonguenado would be filling in for the third guard that I hadn’t gotten a good look at yet, but alas – it was the two Italians and Hakeem. Not that I was complaining, though. They were all beautiful specimens. Especially in those legionnaire tunics.
“So, Karma,” I said. “What will it be? You gonna let me have all the fun?”
“Hmm…”
“Are you seriously thinking about it?” asked Brody.
“I mean, you did just get three blowjobs…”
“That wasn’t my fault.”
“And this isn’t my fault either. What was it you said earlier? It’s just part of the contest.”
“How is this part of the contest?”
“Uh…it’s my prize,” Said Karma. She turned to the three hunky guards. “Ready, boys?”
They all nodded.
“Be back soon, babe!” She grabbed two of their hands and pulled them backstage. I followed her with the other.
“Damn,” I said. “That was epic.” And way easier than I’d expected. I thought I was gonna have to convince her to split the guards with me. But she just went for it.
She shrugged. “It’s only fair. He got to have fun, so now I do too. I mean, my name is Karma.”
Damn, this girl is awesome!She was a true single girl at heart.
Wait.
Holy shit.
Hold everything.
Had I been looking at Rule #4 wrong this whole time? I mean…I assumed it literally meant that a girl can never have too many shoes. Which was true. But what if it was another translation issue? What if it was actually: You can never have too many boots.
I know, that’s a small difference.
But I’d been watching a lot of crime dramas lately, and they always called rookies “boots.” In that case, Rule #4 meant that I was supposed to recruit as many single girls as possible!
I pulled my membership card out of my togakini and handed it to her.