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“Ash is what?!” I yelled.
“We lost Ash,” said Ghostie.
Auction Me - Chapter 13 – Abort!
Sunday – September 22, 2013
“What do you mean we lost her?” I asked. “Lost her as in…the banana king killed her? He wouldn’t do that. He needs her for… Oh God, no. Give it to me straight. Did Ash have a fourth drink and impale herself on the banana king’s massive cock?”
“She’s alive,” said Ghostie. “She just jumped in the pool and shorted out the earbud.”
“Dude, don’t scare me like that! You just made me have a total Ash moment.” Slavanka and I rolled our carts off the elevator onto the 30thfloor. “Esme left her bags in room 3023, correct?”
“Affirmative.”
We followed the directions on the little gold sign on the wall until we were at the door labeled 3023. The room had been completely gutted, but they hadn’t started the remodel yet. Which was why it was a perfect place for Esme to leave the two duffel bags that she’d walked in with.
“Any eyes on the banana king?” I asked as I loaded the bags onto my cart.
“Negative. Although there aren’t cameras in every room of the penthouse, so it’s possible he’s there. Simon is combing the footage from earlier this morning to see if he left. Wouldn’t surprise me if he’s going to the airport to greet some big shots flying in for the auction.”
“They’re gonna be awfully disappointed when they get back and Ash is missing.”
“Banana king bad at kidnapping,” said Slavanka as she traced her hand over an empty door frame. “Why no molniya on doors?”
“Molniya?” I asked.
“Russian nipple trap.”
“Ooh, nipple trap! Does it like…shock them? Or are we talking more of a rough tweaking situation?” Either way, I was intrigued.
“I think she meantboobytrap,” said Ghostie.
“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “Booby trap. KGB put on important thing. If you steal, thing go boom.” She looked so excited by the idea.
“I doubt Ash is going to explode when we rescue her,” said Ghostie. “But I have to admit…this mission has seemed pretty easy. Almost too easy. It makes me worry that you guys are walking into a trap.”
“We go boom?” asked Slavanka.
“Not like that. But what if the banana king knows you’re coming? He might just be waiting for you to come to the penthouse so he can capture you too. And then he’ll have three girls to auction instead of just one.”
So I might get auctioned tonight?! Score!“You really think that might happen?”
“No. But you should still be extra careful in that penthouse.”
“Boo! Don’t get me all excited like that for no reason! You know how much I like the idea of my body being auctioned.” We wheeled our carts back into the elevator. There was no button for the penthouse, but Ghostie must have done something on his end, because the elevator started going up. And up. And up. Past the top floor available on the buttons.
“Get ready…” said Ghostie.
We both adjusted our tits to make sure they were perfect just before the elevator doors opened to the penthouse.
The ten-foot-tall Bernini statue in the center of the foyer was impressive, but the little penis on it was so sad. The guards standing on either side of it, however, were definitely packing.
And their special forces uniforms made them ten times hotter than the basic ass guards in the command center. Sure, black V-necks and bulging muscles were nice, but these new guards were next level. They were dressed head-to-toe in black, without a single inch of skin showing. Even their faces were covered by matte black hockey masks with mesh over the eye holes. They looked so sexy and menacing. God, I’d let them kidnap me any time they wanted.
But alas…they just stood there, completely motionless. Staring at me and Slavanka from behind their masks.
I couldn’t see their eyes, but I knew they were staring at our tits.
