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Slavanka nodded too. “We take clothes off now.”
“Is that what they do in Russia?” I asked. I loved learning about new cultures.
“Bride and friends make sex with all village boys. When boys arrive?”
“I wish there were boys,” Ash said. “God, I love boys. But that stupid DJ said no boys allowed.” She gave the DJ a thumbs downand blew a raspberry at her. “Just kidding,” she yelled. “You’re amazing!”
Slavanka frowned and pulled her dress back up over her breasts. “Americans strange.”
Be patient, you kinky bitch.
Ready to Mingle - Chapter 13 - Banana Splits
Friday – September 13, 2013
I struck poses to the beat of the music as my bridesmaids pretended to take paparazzi photos of me. I shimmied and blew a kiss at Slavanka and she pretended to be knocked down by the sexiness of it.
I laughed as Esme caught her before she actually fell on the dance floor. And then I slapped Ash’s ass as she gulped down more banana juice.
Crap, where’d she find another glass of banana juice?I kept trying to corral them away from her. But drunk Ash was speedy as hell.
Ash started jumping up and down, throwing her hands in the air. She was by far the worst dancer. But she was having the time of her life. I could tell.
Esme and Zoraida were so good at dancing, but the real star was Slavanka. I’d never seen such an elegant fusion of classical ballet and twerking. If there had been any men here, they would have been all over her. As soon as they were done with me, that is. Because even though her ballet twerking was hot, my dancing was clearly superior.
I dipped it low and grabbed Ash’s hips to try to help her with her rhythm. It did not work. Each time I tried to shift her hips left, she’d thrust forward. Was her only dancing experience watching male strippers or something?
“I love bananas!” yelled Ash, spilling some of her drink on the floor.
“Yeah!!!”Wait…where’d she get another banana juice?She now had one in each hand. I tried to grab one from her, but she spun around and then took a big sip from each. Then she handed them to some random girl, slapped her own ass, and started doing the thrusting thing again.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Babes!” said the DJ over the loudspeaker. “Please return to your tables. It’s time for dessert!”
“YES!” screamed Ash. “Come on! Let’s go eat our banana splits!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me off the dance floor. But she didn’t have to. This was the part of the night I’d been waiting for.
I pulled out my backup phone and checked my makeup in the mirror app. Flawless, obvs. Just like I’d told Ghostie - only a massive cumshot could ruin my makeup. And I had not taken one of those tonight.Yet.
The lights dimmed and a monkey howled. But this time it soundedmuchcloser than before.
Everyone looked around. Especially Ash. She looked so excited.
And I couldn’t blame her one bit. I could hardly contain my excitement either. I took a second to make sure my tits looked perfect in my dress.
Here we go.
The music switched to a tribal beat.
A spotlight lit up the stage.
And a man burst through the curtain. He danced to the music while also somehow balancing a carved wooden cloche with one hand.
Oh, and he was dressed in a monkey costume. Complete with a big grinning monkey mask.
“That’s him!” gasped Ash. “The monkey who was watching us!”
Maybe.It wasn’t like there was only one monkey at a Banana Party. How did Ash not know that? Her lack of knowledge of what happened at Banana Parties was quite shocking.
