Page 98 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

Perfect.“Have our graphics guys turn that ass smackinto a gif. I want that shit trending before the next model sells.”

“Already on it.”

Model #3 sold to another one of my guards for 250K. And thenModel #4 sold for 175K. They also took their models through the double doors atthe back of the auditorium and into the lounge.

As the door swung shut, I definitely caught a glimpse of model#2 bent over a couch. I couldn’t see what was happening behind her, but basedon the way her tits were bouncing everywhere, I had a feeling she was gettingfucked.

“Did you just broadcast that?” I asked into my earpiece.

“What?”

“The view of the lounge when the door opened.”

“I think so. Why? Oh shit. Never mind. Someone just posted agif of it.”

Yes!

“Mentions are skyrocketing. But no spike on the website yet.”

“Damn it. What are people saying?” I asked.

“Holy shit! One of the models at the #Odegaard show is definitelygetting fucked backstage.

“Yup. Definitely a #Odegaard sex auction.

“lol @ the #Odegaard model getting fucked with the bag stillon her head. This shit is wild.”

“Any more mentions of my mask?” I asked.

“A few more people have mentioned it. But it’s not theheadline.”

Shit.“Have one of our squads put on some monkey masksand take over cabana #1. And give all the guards in the lounge monkey masks too.We probably have less than 60 seconds until the producers atEntertainment Miamirealize that they just aired footage of a girl getting railed.”

If we couldn’t get people going to the banana party website beforeEntertainment Miamipulled the plug, this plan would be dead in thewater. And then I’d be literally dead in the water, courtesy of Mr. Locatelli’sfavorite hitman.

Model #5 strutted out onto stage. Chastity’s tan friend withthe great ass. And her ass looked even better than before now that she was alldressed up in her bikini. Justin must have used some sort of fancy glitterlotion, because her ass was literally sparkling.

The first four girls had done a decent job. But this girl walkedlike a professional supermodel. She attacked every step, timing it just rightto make all her fun bits jiggle.

Was she a famous model? It wouldn’t have surprised me if shewas. Chastity probably had lots of model friends back in NYC. I stared at herass, mentally comparing it to all the asses in this year’sSports IllustratedSwimsuit Issue.

Nope…Definitely not a real model. Because she forgotto stop at the end of the runway.

She just stepped right off the glass and into the sand. Andthen she marched right up to cabana #1, dropped to her knees, unbuttoned thebottom half of her veil, and started sucking one of the guard’s cocks.

Holy shit!“Put up the error screen,” I said. We’dprepared an error screen with a picture of a construction worker in a monkey mask,a little blurb about technical difficulties, and the URL for the banana partywebsite.

“Roger that,” said the director. “Shit. They pulled the feed.”

“Did the error screen get up in time?”

“Umm… I’m not sure. It was definitely close. Nope…never mind.”

“They didn’t show it?”

“Oh no. They showed it. Just for a second. And it’s blowingup on twitter. #OdegaardBananaParty is trending.”

Fuck yes.“Go live on the website.”

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