Page 15 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

She nodded.

“Do you think there’s a key around here?” I looked over nearthe door to see if there was a key ring or something. “Actually, don’t answerthat yet. I’m only going to let you free if you agree to help me find myfriend. She’s like…the hottest redhead ever. And super neurotic. You might haveseen her hiding behind stuff. Or if she’s had too much banana juice, youprobably saw her on her knees…”

“You actually just missed her. She was getting a massage liketwo minutes ago. At first she was scared to take her towel off and kept callingthe masseur a pervert, but then she just got full nude and started telling himthat she was literally in love with him.”

“Aw, I love that for her. Did you see where she went?”

“No. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure we’ll find her.” I turned to Slavanka.“Think you can figure out how to get these cuffs off the girls?”

“Yes, yes. You have pistol and quarter-inch sheet metal?”

“Could you not?” asked the girl.

“Yeah,” agreed one of the other girls. “I mean…I obviouslydon’t want you to shoot my arm or whatever crazy shit that Russian girl justsaid. But even if you had the key, I wouldn’t want to go. I’ve spent so manyweekends sitting outside of this resort in a bikini praying that someone wouldnotice me.”

“So you’re excited to get auctioned?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” said the third girl. “All my friends were sojealous that I got invited. Tonight is gonna be the greatest night ever.”

“Right?” I said. “I knew that getting sex auctioned was agood thing!”

“Wait,” said the first girl. “You better not be here to stealour spots. If you get one step closer I’m gonna call for the guards.”

I held my hands up and backed away. “Whoa, chill. I’m justhere to save my friend. But now I’m having serious doubts…”

“Get out of there,” said Ghostie. “And stop having doubts. We’vebeen over the many reasons why you need to rescue Ash.”

Gah, fine.I pulled Slavanka out of the room and wecontinued our search.

The next few rooms were…not what I was expecting.

First we came across a storage room stuffed to the brim with bananaparty paraphernalia. Monkey masks, body suits, refrigerators full of whippedcream… Oh, andso manybananas.

I didn’t quite understand why the banana king had so much bananaparty themed stuff. I mean…I was pretty sure he’d just snuck into that bananaparty dressed like a stripper so he could kidnap me. He’d really gone all out.

The next room helped everything make more sense.

Five nerdy dudes were sitting at very fancy looking computerstations. They even had light up keyboards and those transparent computertowers where you can see all the stuff inside.

I dusted next to one of them to see what they were workingon.

I was hoping this was the security center for the banana king’spenthouse. That would probably give me eyes on Ash.

But instead the dude was just watching porn. And not in anormal way. He kept rewinding and zooming up and stuff.

Wait a second!

He wasn’t watching porn. He waseditingporn. Bananaparty porn, to be precise.

I ran into the hallway and made sure no one could hear me. “Ghostie!You’ll never believe what I just found.”

“Ash?”

“No, silly. I found out how the banana king was able to infiltratethat banana party so easily. It’s because he owns it. In fact, I think he inventedit.” The Locatellis must have done some clever accounting to hide theirownership. Because I’d researched the company extensively and never found a link.

“Banana king invent banana party?” asked Slavanka. “He genius.”

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