Brody looked over when I ran onto the stage.
“Is it over?” he asked.
“Nope. In fact, she hasn’t even done anything naughty.”
“Oh thank God.”
“She actually needs your help.”
Ghostie put the image from my phone up on the screen.
“Holy shit,” said Brody.
“Right?” I said. “Karma had a similar reaction.”
“Why are you showing me this?”
“Well, Karma wants to blow the biggest one. But she can’t decide which one that is. So she’s gonna let you choose.”
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Yup! Isn’t that so sweet of her?”
He rolled his eyes.
“So which one will it be?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“Then I guess I have to ask the crowd.” I looked out at the crowd. It wasn’t quite as many people as before, but a lot were still hanging around dancing to music. “What do you guys think?”
“Do-rag!” yelled someone.
“Yeah! The one with the do-rag.”
I didn’t hate that choice. I wasn’t sure if Hakeem’s cock was the biggest, but he was definitely the most jacked. And his tattoos made him even hotter. Chad would have hated him. #MyBoyfriendMightBeRacist. But what really did it for me was the way he was looking at Karma in the picture… Damn. If we weren’t in the middle of a rescue mission, I’d let that man do anything he wanted to me.
“So the one with the do-rag, then?” I asked.
“No!” yelled Brody.
“So now you have an opinion?” Wow, is he racist too? What is wrong with these frat boys?
“Just not him. Or the one she was dancing on earlier. He seemed like a real asshole.”
“Alright then,” I said. “The one on the right it is.”
I ran backstage to give Karma the good news.
She’d been good and hadn’t started sucking anyone yet. But she did have Hakeem on his knees with one of her legs hitched over his shoulder. He was absolutely feasting on her.
“Alright,” I said. “Brody chose a winner.”
“Please tell me it’s him,” she said, pointing to Hakeem.
“He was definitely not keen on the idea of that cock being in your mouth. I think he might be a racist.”
“Boo.”