Page 9 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

I didn’t wait for them to respond. I just got on my knees andstarted stroking both of them on either side of my face.

“I’m in,” said Ghostie into my earpiece. “Looping footagenow.”

One by one, the screens blinked and reverted to how they’dlooked two hours ago. Before we’d arrived and started sneaking around.

First Esme disappeared from the hallway outside the penthouse.Then the server room feed blinked. The guards who had been tied up just amoment ago suddenly appeared to all be back on patrol.

Just as Ghostie was about to get to the screen showing thecommand room, I stroked both men a little harder and faster.

I winked to the camera just before the guards exploded all overmy face.

The new guard was fairly controlled, hitting me mostly on thecheek. But the first guard really had some pent-up tension. His first shotsplashed across my forehead and onto my black wig. The next one was even more forceful,going all the way up onto my little maid hat.

Ghostie growled, and I knew he was enjoying the show.

I smiled nice and big until both men were finished.

Thanks for the skin cream, boys!

It was so tempting to sit there for a while to really let thecum sink into my pores. But for the second time today, I was in too much of arush for such luxuries.

Such a waste.

But it was a necessary waste. Because there was no longeranything stopping us from saving Ash.

It was finally time to get my girl back!

“Such messy boys,” I said with a shake of my head as I wipedthe cum off my face.

“You asked for it.”

“Yes, yes,” I agreed. “Otherwise you ruin floor.”

“I would have been happy to cum inside of you.”

I gasped and held up my teensy tiny two-carat promise ringfrom Chad. “I proper maid lady. Not slut.”

Both men looked deeply confused. They didn’t say another wordas I slid back into my maid outfit and headed out to the elevator.

Slavanka was waiting for me there.

“You have cum in hair,” she said as we waited for the elevatorto come.

I laughed. “I know.”

“You fuck guard?”

“Guards,” I corrected. “It was my only choice once youdecided to go all kung-fu in the server room. Speaking of which…where’d youlearn to fight like that?”

“When I seven, foreman at tank factory say I no work. Nostrong enough.” She pinched her bicep and shook her head. “I run home to Papa. Cry.Very sad. Papa teach me throat punch. Next day I go factory. Foreman say, ‘Go.’I throat punch and kick in ball. Now foreman cry. I smile. Happy, happy. That startmy love of violence.”

“You love violence? Do you mean martial arts?”

“Hmmm.” Slavanka shook her head. “Violence. Way to make meanyman cry like baby.”

Interesting.

The elevator dinged open and we rolled our maid carts ontoit.

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