Page 13 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Esme can take my sash and go to the strip club in my place,” Ash said. “And I’ll stay back to make sure no one steals our jet. There’s more banana juice, right?” She downed her second glass and handed it to Esme. “More please.”

“You’re my maid of honor. You can’t ditch me.”

“Sure I can.”

“Then you’re uninvited to the wedding.”

“There is no wedding, so that’s fine.” Ash started on her third glass of banana juice.

Damn it! She had a good point. But luckily I knew her weakness. “How about this. You and I will play a classic bachelorette party game. Winner gets to choose if we go to Miami or if we turn around and go back to your Banana Party.”

Ash looked so excited. “And there won’t be any more surprise strippers at my Banana Party?”

I turned to Slavanka.

She shook her head. “No more strippers. I only buy them for thirty minute. I hate waste money. We waste money since we run.”

I turned back to Ash. “There you have it. No more strippers at the Banana Party. Do we have a deal?”

“I would say yes, but I forgot to bring Bananagrams. So I guess we have to turn around to go get it.”

“That is not a classic bachelorette party game.”

“Then no deal.”

“Okay. Esme, would you please tell the pilot to put the plane on autopilot and begin our special show?”

“What?” asked Ash. “What’s his special show?”

I wiggled my eyebrows. There was no special show planned. As much as I loved joking around about our pilot stripping for us…unfortunately he was like…60 years old. And definitely not hot. But Ash didn’t have to know that. “You’ll see.”

“No! Fine. We can play your game.”

“And the winner gets to decide what we do?”

Ash let out a long sigh. “Yes.”

We pinkie-shook on it. “Alright. Game time.” Poor Ash didn’t stand a chance. I opened the cabinet and pulled out my all-time favorite game.

“What the hell is that?” asked Ash. “Is that two dildos?”

Kind of. “You’ve never played Pump Race?”

“No.”

“That’s okay. It’s super simple to play.” I suction-cupped the game to the table and poured water into the reservoir in the middle. “You just pump as fast as you can, and whoever gets squirted in the face first wins.”

“So it’s a handjob race?” asked Ash.

“Exactly!” I took a seat on my side of the table and gestured for Ash to sit across from me. “Ready to lose?”

“I nominate Slavanka as my champion,” said Ash.

Slavanka ripped off half a sausage with her teeth and then put her sausage platter aside. “I give handjob to strange plastic toy.”

“What?” I asked. “This isn’t a medieval trial by combat. You can’t nominate a champion.”

“Gah, fine.” Ash polished off her third glass of banana juice and took a seat.

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