My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 309: The Goldies

(Karsten)

I threw one last annoyed glance at my snickering sister and let Arata walk me back to our seats.

Pocketing all of Arata’s jewellery again, I decided to return it to her once we got home.

But Roshra wasn’t done yet. "For the next part of our game, I would like to invite our beautiful bride-to-be."

Enthusiastic claps sounded from everyone followed by whistles from the ladies. Arata stood up and took a bow like the princess in fairy tales.

Excitedly she walked over to a giggling Roshra and extracted a card from the golden pot.

"Read! Read!" Stella called out, still filming. I leaned against the chair and spread my legs, trying to relax.

"Press the golden button and summon some Goldies to give you a show of a lifetime."

Roshra handed her a small device with some buttons on it. Leaning towards her, she murmured something in Arata’s ear.

’What the hell were these Goldies?’ I thought to myself.

Accepting the device Arata made her way back to me and took her seat. Intrigued, I watched the small device and wondered if it was going to be some slideshow they had put together for us.

The music stopped, and the lights brightened. Arata used her thumb to press the golden button in the middle of the square device and suddenly the music blasted through the sound system.

’Cheri Cheri Lady’ began to play as the glass door swung open and people began to enter.

They filed in a neat line wearing black pants and skull masks with their torsos bare.

Well-built men with their toned upper bodies on display for us to witness.

I knew in my gut, they were strippers and Roshra had done what I had feared.

Instantly, my thoughts spiralled that this was bad. They moved with a rhythm like water forming a wave, perfectly in sync.

Each had a letter written on his chest with golden sprinkling paint.

The first had an ’A’, the second, ’R’.

Fucking hell, they had my girl’s initials on their chests. The fury made my nostrils flare. I glared at them.

They lined up in front of us, and I could see the complete Arata forming.

My jaw instantly ticked, and I continued to give them a death stare, but they stood their ground with their hands in front of their groins. Standing like statues they watched both of us from behind their masks.

My annoyed gaze went to my sister and I found her snickering as she sent me a wink.

Arata, on the other hand, let out the loudest snort I had ever heard her give.

"Girls, this is hilarious. What are they going to do?" She asked, trying not to choke from the laughter spilling out.

Low key, I knew why they were dressed like that. I could bet this was Stella’s idea. Other than Arata, only she knew of my identity as Twisted Rider among the girls.

And that’s what they were personifying as.

Me as Twisted Rider.

But I could do nothing but helplessly watch.

"Click on the play button and find out," Stella’s amused voice came and my jaw tightened further.

Arata used the silver button that stated, Play.

The music shifted to "Gangnam Style" by PSY and the five embodiments of sin in front of us began to move and writhe their bodies to the flow of music.

I could see the boys from my peripheral vision, rolling over in laughter, holding their stomachs. Girls were dancing, sitting on their chairs, and so was Arata.

She moved her head, left and right, watching them with a broad smile, the one she only gave me on special occasions.

While these strippers held their pants from the belt area, and ’whoosh’, they removed them with a brisk movement of their hands.

"Ooooohhh!" Girls shouted in excitement, raising their arms in the air, seeing those five left only in their underwear.

Flashy golden underwear as if being taken from a glamorous ramp walk.

Their cocks and balls forming distinctive shapes, leaving little to imagination.

They amped their groin areas forward in some kind of sexy dance, which only prompted me to just get up and murder them.

But I remained seated, burying every budding impulse.

My hands tightened into fists, my jaw locked, twitching to let out some curses at them.

Arata was swinging her head with the beat of the music. They formed a vertical line and bobbed their heads left and right. Their feet jumped forward aligning with the music.

If only I could get up and give all of them two to three punches.

The more my jaw ticked the more intense their dance moves became.

Then they shuffled again and formed a vertical line with their backs to us and my eyes travelled to their buttocks. The shimmering gold underwear had words scribbled on them.

Happy Bachelorette Party

They twerked their hips while rolling their arms. Like some cheap version of my sophisticated persona. The girls had taken their revenge on me for crashing their party.

I could see from their expressions, the way they eyed me, and their laughs. Even Arata was enjoying it and laughing hilariously.

The only reason I was just sitting there, with my fist under my chin, watching this atrocity unfold was because of my girl.

She was having a good time and that was all that mattered to me, even if it meant watching male strippers dance off.

After what felt like an eternity, the music died and they stopped their silly dance. Lined up, bowed to us and went on their merry way, under a thunderous applause by the girls. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Awww! Brother, are you mad?" Roshra had moved closer. I heard her tease.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, anger dripped from my words.

"Male strippers," Rahsir kindly added, trying not to burst like a pufferfish from the laughter that was spilling out of him.

I turned my head towards Rahsir. "Thank you! Brother. I know. It was a rhetorical question."

Rahsir shrugged his shoulders as they all enjoyed the shades of jealousy flashing on my face.

"Something to make Arata happy and piss you off. Since you decided it was going to be a joint party." Roshra didn’t hold back and turned her face towards Arata.

"Did you enjoy that?"

My girl quickly nodded. "Yes, I did."

"More?" Cherry asked, amused.

"NO!" I sternly said and more laughter followed from our little party.

"Next time, you’d better think twice before crashing an all-female party. Brother." Roshra stepped closer and ruffled my perfectly styled hair.

"Let’s get pictures and hit the pool." Stella took out her camera, and finally, Arata moved even closer to me.

Her lips formed a tiny pout and placed a small kiss on my tight jaw.

"Relax! It was just for fun and teasing. You are the only man who makes my insides scrambled. They couldn’t even hold a candle to Azul."

Her words relaxed my whole body and a small smile crept out on my face. I pulled her closer to me so we could get pictures.

Stella adjusted the camera on its stand with a timer while everyone gathered around us. Boys made silly postures lying in front of us while girls good behind us.

While my Phoenix was in my arms.

And then the camera clicked, saving these memories forever for us.

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