Page 15 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Oh my God,” she said. “My ass looks freaking amazing in this.” She clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh no! Does it look too good? I don’t want to look better than the bride. That would be so rude.”

“You’re fine, Ash.” She was hot, but there was only one Chastity. Moi. I tore off my pajamas and started trying on dresses.

“Slavanka, get over here and try some stuff on!” said Ash. “And you two!” She pointed at Esme and the other flight attendant. “You’re coming too.”

“Really?” they asked.

“Yup,” I said. I knew they rarely got to leave the plane because Daddy went hard. #GetHardPartyHard. It was a boy thing. “You guys have to come. I’d look so lame with only two bridesmaids. I need a whole squad.” I tossed them each a bridesmaid sash and rifled through the dresses on the rack. I needed to find something amazing.

Thirty minutes later, we all looked hot as hell. My four girls were rocking pink mini-dresses with white sashes. But I was gonna get all the stares.

Cleavage? Check.

Tummy? Not a ton showing, but my dress did have a sexy little cut-out.

Legs? Those were the showstopper. My special order Odegaard gladiator boots were giving me life, and they even had a matching white bridal garter.

They. Were. Everything. I was definitely gonna get railed tonight.

I made a mental note to do more custom orders for Odegaards - especially with 12 hour turnaround times for only $100K - and then snapped a selfie of us as the plane rolled to a stop in the terminal.

“Welcome to Miami, ladies,” said the pilot over the intercom. “It’s currently 82 degrees with a chance of thunderstorms in the forecast. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

A little humidity never stopped me. Miami was my bitch!

Esme opened the door and warm, humid air flooded into the plane. But what really got my attention was who was standing on the tarmac.

“Damn it!” I said. “What are you doing here?”

Chapter 4 - Ash’s Worst Nightmare

Friday, Sept 13, 2013

Ghost narrowed his eyes. “We need to talk.”

“We do,” I agreed. “Your suit is a mess. You look like you just came out of a tumble cycle.

You should really keep your suits in better condition.” I strutted down the stairs of my private jet and straightened his lapel.

He growled.

“Why are you here? I told you - no boys allowed at my bachelorette party. So unless you’ve taken the Strippocratic Oath…”

“You’re in danger.”

“Ooooh. What kind of danger?” I bit my lip. I hoped he was about to have his way with me. I loved when Ghost lost control. “Do tell. Is a kidnapper after me?”

“Yes.”

I put my hands to my face in mock surprise. “Oh no! Not a kidnapper! Is he going to take me and make me suck his big cock?”

“This isn’t a fucking joke. If it was, I wouldn’t have just spent an hour getting bounced around that damned cargo hold.”

Ah, so that’s why your suit is so sloppy looking. “Aww, Ghostie. I knew you loved me.” I gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Ow, stubble much? He could learn a thing or two from Teddybear. Teddybear knew I liked my men clean-shaven.

“I’m just doing my job.”

“Oh really? Because it kind of just seems like you’re jealous that you won’t be the guy who gets to ruin my bomb-ass bachelorette makeup with a thick cumshot. But don’t worry…this make-up is legit. It’ll take a massive cumshot to fully ruin it.” Like the ones you deliver, you naughty boy.

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