Page 11 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Yes. I like that.”

“One banana juice, the sausage platter, and my usual!” I yelled over to the stewardess. “Now let’s try some stuff on!” I tossed a slutty little dress over at Ash.

“Is this a bib?”

I looked over at her. “It’s a dress.”

Her eyes grew round.

“Remember, Rule #16: Either your legs, cleavage, or stomach must be showing at all times. Preferably all three.”

“My ass would be hanging out,” she protested.

“Hmmm, let me see.” I grabbed the dress and held it up to her. “It’s the perfect length. And it’s nice and stretchy, so it’ll be easy for you to pull it up if you need to.”

“Pull it up?! For what?”

“Whatever you want, you naughty girl. You’re the maid of honor at your besties’ bachelorette party. No one’s going to judge you.”

A giant smile spread over Ash’s face.

Wow, she’s gonna get freaky.

“I’m your maid of honor?” she asked.

“Of course.” I grabbed the maid of honor sash off the rack and put it over her head. “That’s for you.”

“Are you sure? I mean…I’d love to. It’s just, we’ve only…”

I put my finger to her lips. “Hush, child. You’re my bestie. And tonight we’re gonna have the time of our lives. Just try not to get too much cum on your sash.”

“What?!”

“Hmm, you’re right. It’ll be more fun if we try to get as much cum as possible on our sashes.”

“No! No cum on our sashes!” Ash pulled the sash over her head. “What kind of crazy place are you taking us to?”

“Miami.”

“Where in Miami?”

“Miami is best strip clubs, yes?” asked Slavanka. She took the slutty little dress from Ash. “I wear this. Stripper men will love.”

“Nope. No way.” Ash shook her head. “I already ran away from strippers once tonight. I don’t want to have to do it again. And anyway, we’re too young for strip clubs. Don’t you need to be 21?”

“Only if alcohol is being served. But it’s kind of a moot point when we’re wearing our sashes. No one is gonna ID a bride and her bridesmaids. Especially since we’re all super hot.”

“So we’re seriously going to a strip club? I’m not sure Chad is going to love the idea of you ogling a bunch of half-naked men all night. It would be so much better if we just turned around and went back to my Banana Party.”

“Why would Chad care about strippers? He doesn’t care when I use my vibrator, so why would he care if I fuck a stripper?”

“Fuck a stripper!?”

“If they’re hot enough, then why not?”

“Uh…because it’s cheating. And the germs. God, so many germs. And the diseases! Diseases are so much worse than germs, Chastity!”

“What kind of trashy amateur club do you think I’d take you to? Sure, there are some strippers out there who have sullied the noble profession. But real strippers all take the Strippocratic Oath. They would never harm their patrons with STDs.”

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