Page 11 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

The ten-foot-tall Bernini statue in the center of the foyer wasimpressive, but the little penis on it was so sad. The guards standing on eitherside of it, however, were definitely packing.

And their special forces uniforms made them ten times hotterthan the basic ass guards in the command center. Sure, black V-necks andbulging muscles were nice, but these new guards were next level. They weredressed head-to-toe in black, without a single inch of skin showing. Even theirfaces were covered by matte black hockey masks with mesh over the eye holes. Theylooked so sexy and menacing. God, I’d let them kidnap me any time they wanted.

But alas…they just stood there, completely motionless. Staringat me and Slavanka from behind their masks.

I couldn’t see their eyes, but I knew they were staring atour tits.

Or maybe our legs. Because we looked damned good as westrutted towards the main entrance to the penthouse. I even made sure to knocksomething off my cart so I’d have to bend over and pick it up.

But they still resisted kidnapping us.

Instead they just opened the door for us and stood aside tolet us pass.

We walked in and the guards closed the doors behind us. Andstill no one popped out to kidnap us.

Damn!

“Alright,” I whispered into the comms. “We’re in. How do weget to the roof deck?”

Ghostie gave us directions to a secondary elevator that tookus up five more floors. But when we got out to the roof deck, no one was there.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“In the pool.”

I parked my maid cart by the bar and then walked over to the infinitypool. No sign of Ash. “She’s not in there.”

“Don’t joke like that. This is a serious mission.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Really?” He sounded so confused.

“Really.”

“Well I don’t know how that’s possible. She was swimming lastI saw.”

“Crazy Ash hide?” asked Slavanka.

“Maybe,” I said. “Let’s check behind the bar. And everywhereelse up here that a tiny ginger could hide.”

We looked all over the roof deck, but Ash was nowhere to be found.

“She’s not up here,” I said into the comms. “Are you sure youdidn’t see where she went?”

“I’m looking at the footage now. She was in the pool. Andthen she wasn’t.” Ghostie paused for a second. “Shit!”

“What?”

“We fucked with their camera feed and looped an old feed. Ithink they might be doing the same to us. Abort mission!”

I fixed my hair in my reflection in the pool and then strucka pose on a lounge chair.

“What are you doing?” asked Ghostie. “I said abort! Not lounge.”

“But I want to look glamorous when they capture us.”

“Damn it, Chastity. Get the hell out of there!”

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