Page 12 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“Ghostie, I’m not leaving here without Ash. If all three ofus get auctioned off…so be it.”

I stayed in my pose.

And stayed in it a little longer.

I’d spent hours working on sexy poses, but I’d never practicedholding one for very long. I always just assumed that during a photoshoot the photographerwould get so horny from my first pose that he’d just tell me to get on my kneesand blow him. And that was a pose that I could keep for hours. #KneesOfSteel.

I eventually ended my pose. “Uh, Ghostie. I don’t think anyguards are coming for us. We’re gonna go look for Ash.”

“Okay. But be careful. There could be guards in any of thoserooms. Or the banana king himself.”

“Boy, you know I can handle the banana king.”

Ghostie growled.

Slavanka and I went back inside and started poking around thepenthouse. It was all pretty standard penthouse stuff - gourmet kitchen, movietheater, dining room with seating for 24 and an amazing view of the city…

There was a gym, of course. But this one happened to be aboxing gym. Two hunky guards in nothing but shorts were sparring in the ring. Oneof them looked over at us. And since he was so busy staring at us in our sexylittle maid outfits, he had no idea a nasty left hook was headed his way. The punchconnected clean with his jaw. Sweat flew everywhere and he stumbled backwards. Buthe didn’t fall over.

Hot damn, boy.

I pushed my boobs together and walked over to the ring.

“Excuse me,” I said in my Russian accent. “Where I find bossmanand ginger girl?”

The guy who had just gotten hit walked over and leaned on theropes. “Magnus left to go pick up some VIPs for the auction. And I think theginger is up on the roof deck. Why?”

“He want us for pre-auction orgy,” I lied. That sounded likesomething the banana king would do, right?

The guard gulped. “Well in that case, you should probably goto the auction room.”

“Where I find?”

He gave us directions.

We followed his instructions through a series of hallways andstaircases until we found a big wooden door that seemed a little fancier thanthe rest.

Here we go!I was about to enter the banana king’s famedauction room. It was a shame I wasn’t being led in here on a leash, but a girlcan dream…

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

And it. Was.Everything.

I’d expected a dark, sinister looking room. Maybe a circularstage surrounded by tables where prospective buyers could sip scotch and smoke cigars.

But this place was the complete opposite. It actuallyreminded me a lot of a runway you’d see at Miami Swim Week, butwaycooler.

There were palm trees everywhere. And sand. And cabanas. Andthe runway was one of those super awesome ones where they put a sheet of aglassjustunder the surface of a pool so that the models look like they’rewalking on water.

Oh, and there was also a three-story window with abreathtaking view of the ocean.

I kicked off my heels and dipped my toe onto the runway, butI quickly pulled back as a ten-foot shark swam right at me.

Slavanka hissed at him and he went away. Although I waspretty sure he just turned around because he didn’t want to ram his face intothe glass.

I had to hand it to the banana king. He had good taste in sexauction décor. Making the girls strut down a runway was a good idea, but makingthe runway be a shark tank was next level.

I picked my heels up and stepped onto the runway, looking outat the cabanas. It was so easy to picture men sitting there bidding on my body.

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