Page 25 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“What did that girl shoot us with?” yelled another.

I peered over the bar and took in the mayhem. All the guardswere looking down at their rock-hard dicks tenting their pants.

“Guards all gay?” asked Slavanka.

“Nah,” I said. “Those darts were filled with liquified bonerpills. The formulation and rapid delivery dart system were my entry into my 10thgrade science fair. It got disqualified for being inappropriate, but then the CIAoffered to buy it for ten million dollars. So that felt like a win.”

“What is your life?” asked Ash.

“Amazing. Just like these outfits for phase 3 of the plan.” Ipulled three leather catsuits out of the duffel bag. “Let’s take turns shootingat the guards while we change. And then it’s time for the great escape.”

Ash stared at me. “Great escape?”

“It’s probably better if I don’t tell you until it’s time. Justput that on.”

The guards eventually regained their composure and got readyto storm our little hideout behind the bar, but then I told them that a doubledose of Viagra might make their dicks explode. After that, they wisely holed upbehind various pieces of furniture while the banana king yelled at them forbeing a bunch of pussies.

The only thing wrong with my plan was that there was nomirror behind this bar, because I desperately wanted to see how hot I looked inthis catsuit.

“I’m confused,” said Ash. “Why are the tops of my bootsdifferent heights?”

“Uh…it’s kind of the latest trend.”How does she not knowthat?

“And what exactly are these outfits supposed to be?” She adjustedher cat mask and then grabbed the ass-length red braid attached to it. “Are we gettingready to steal fine art from the Met? Or are we about to be dominated at aweird leather sex party?”

“Neither.” I pulled the final items out of my duffel bag – threespools of rope, each 700 feet long.

I tied the end of each to the bar and then rolled the spools towardsthe edge of the roof deck.

“Please tell me we’re not about to do what I think we we’reabout to do.”

“That depends,” I said. “Do you think we’re about to rappeldown the side of this building?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re correct.” I tossed them each some specially designedclips.

“Holy shit,” said Ash. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I know you’re probably afraid of heights, but…”

“Why would I be afraid of heights?”

“Wait, are you not?”

“Not really. Are you?”

“No...”What the hell?Was Ash seriously not scared ofheights? She was legit scared of everything. Maybe the banana juice was startingto work its magic again?

“Great. Then let’s get the hell off this roof before thebanana king makes me walk that runway ass naked.” She stood up, shot a fewwarning darts at the guards, and then made a run for the edge of the roof.

Slavanka and I were right behind her.

Running top speed towards the edge of a skyscraper was wayscarier than I expected. But seeing Ash charge ahead somehow made me keepgoing. If she could do it, then I certainly could.

“What do we do when we get to the edge?!” yelled Ash.

“I don’t know!”

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