Page 18 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“Let’s move to those chairs,” I said, pointing over towardthe pool.

Ash shook her head. “I can’t. The sun is not my friend. Especiallynow that my naughty bits are exposed. As the old saying goes – the only thingthat burns faster than a ginger’s nips is peanut brittle in a cast ironskillet.”

“Then get your cabana boy to bring you more sunscreen. Andmore banana juice.” If she was gonna make it all the way to the virgin auctiontonight without having a freak out, that banana juice needed to keep flowing. Ireached up and rang the bell.

A cabana boy in red swim trunks walked out onto the roof deckalmost immediately.

“How may I help…” His voice caught in his throat when herounded the corner and saw the three of us lounging nude on the cabana. Heblinked a few times and regained his composure. “Apologies. I didn’t realizeAsh had company coming. Is there anything I can get for you ladies?”

“Three banana juices, please,” said Ash.

Wow.She really was plastered if she was the oneordering for us. Usually she would hide in the bathroom until the meals arrivedto avoid having an awkward encounter with a server.

“Of course,” said the cabana boy. “And I found something you mightlike.” He pulled a bottle of SPF 200 out of his back pocket.

“SPF 200?!” screamed Ash. “I didn’t even know that was athing! You’re amazing.” She jumped up and gave him a big naked hug.

“Anything to make you happy. Would you like me to apply it?”

“Uh, is that even a question? Of course I want you to. But doit like that massage earlier.”

“Of course.” He led her over to one of the lounge chairs andstarted lathering her up. He seemed to be paying particular attention to herboobs. But maybe that was by request due to that whole ginger nips and peanutbrittle adage.

“What the hell are you three doing?” asked Ghostie through myearpiece as Slavanka and I plopped down on lounge chairs next to Ash.

“Sunbathing,” I said.

The cabana boy looked over at me.

I pointed to my earpiece. “Phone call.”

He nodded and went back to rubbing lotion on Ash.

“I can see that you’re sunbathing,” said Ghostie. “I was morecurious about why you were doing that instead of executing phase 3 of therescue plan.”

“Because the plan is off. Ash wants to get auctioned.”

“And what about you and Slavanka? You’re just gonna let thebanana king capture you?”

“Yup.”

“What if you get bought by a small dicked oligarch?”

“That wouldn’t be ideal, obvs. But I know you’ll be waitingto give me a proper pounding when I get back.”

“Fuck this,” growled Ghostie. “I’m out.”

I laughed. “What do you mean you’re out?”

But there was no answer.

“Ghostie?”

Still nothing. Just faint static.

“Where Ghostie go?” asked Slavanka.

I shrugged. “He’s probably masturbating to the footage of mein the command center earlier. He’s lucky that the mission ended early so hedidn’t have to deal with that pent up frustration all day long.”

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