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Ash pushed past a few girls and waved the bartender over like a total pro. “One banana slushy,” she demanded. “Also, has anyone ever told you how amazing you are at bartending? You make the BEST BANANA JUICE EVER.”
“Thanks,” said the bartender. “But you have to wait in line for a slushy.” She pointed to a line of girls waiting to drink from the banana luge. No, not just any girls. It was the birthday girl and her friends.
They took turns getting on their knees in front of the penis-shaped ice sculpture while the bartender poured banana slushies into the top of it. The slushy slid through the ice and into their mouths.
Gah!First the table stealing, then the banana peel sabotage, and now this? It was impossible to ignore them when they were literally standing in our way. This birthday girl was the worst. But it was fine. By the end of the night, everyone here would know that this wasmyparty. Not hers. “Wanna skip this one dare for now?” I asked. “We can always come back to it once the line is gone.”
Ash shook her head. “No way! I got this.”
“You do?”
Was Ash about to punch a bitch?! That would be amazing. But it wasn’t what she did. Instead, she beckoned the bartender back over and said something that I couldn’t hear over the music.
The bartender nodded and then handed her a glass of banana slushy.
Ash walked back over to us with the glass in hand.
“It doesn’t count if you just drink it,” I said. “You have to use the luge. It was part of the dare.”
“I know. There are plenty of other luges.”
“There are?” I asked. I had only seen the one.
“Mhm. Watch this.”
Ready to Mingle - Chapter 15 - Banana Luge
Friday – September 13, 2013
I followed Ash, expecting her to lead me to some hidden bar. But instead she just walked right up to a stripper with pale skin and lean muscles. He had kind of a sexy vampire vibe. If vampires wore monkey masks and had thick, veiny cocks.
“See?” she asked, pointing to his cock. “Another banana luge.” She dumped her slushy onto his head and dropped to her knees.
I shared a confused look with Esme.
“Do you think she knows that’s a stripper and not a banana luge?” I asked.
Esme shrugged. “No idea. She seems pretty drunk.”
Ash opened wide as the stripper stroked his cock. After a minute or so she turned to us. “Why’s the slushy taking so long to go through the luge? Is it broken?” She smacked his hip as if that was gonna fix it.
“Try sucking on it,” I suggested.
“Oh! Will that help?” She leaned in and did a repeat performance of the Pump Race.
“Damn,” said Esme. “That girl loves dick.”
I nodded. “She could work on her rhythm a bit, but the passion is certainly there.”
It only took about a minute for the vampirey stripper to push her head back.
“Oh!” said Ash. “I think I fixed it!” A thick stream of cum shot into her mouth midsentence. The surprise of it made her jump a little and the stripper’s second shot went all over her cheek. But then she adjusted to catch the rest in her mouth.
As was customary at a Banana Party, all the girls nearby cheered her on.
“Yeah!” I yelled as she swallowed the rest of his load. “That’s my maid of honor!”
She wiped her face and popped back to her feet. “Yum! I love banana juice, but the slushies are even better!”
