Page 17 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“I still have to make sure you’re 21.”

What the hell? It was annoying, but I’d planned for it. I reached into my clutch and pulled out a fake ID for each of us. “Here you go.”

He took them and squinted. And then he disappeared into the club.

“What’d you just give him?” asked Ash.

“Our IDs.”

“But…my ID is in my clutch.” She pulled it out and waved it around.

“Put that away! I gave him our other IDs.”

“Other IDs? Like passports?”

“No,” said Slavanka. “Chastity use fake documents. Illegal. And sexy.”

Ash’s eyes got huge. “Fake IDs?! Are you trying to get us thrown in jail?”

“No. Be cool. I bet he just went inside to make sure the VIP lounge is ready for us. Why are you so wet, by the way? Did Teddybear forget to cover you?”

Ash mumbled something.

“What was that?” I asked.

“It’s sweat,” she said a little louder. “Lying makes me nervous.”

“We’re not lying. We’re getting into the hottest club in the city. If it makes you feel better, it’s not even a strip club.”

“Really?” She looked a little relieved.

Which was weird. She needed more banana juice ASAP.

“Really.” I motioned to all the douchy guys lined up. “Do those guys look like they’d be waiting in line to see a bunch of male strippers?”

“No.”

“He does,” said Slavanka, brazenly pointing at a guy in a very nice pair of loafers.

“True.”

The bouncer returned and handed me our IDs. “Welcome to Club Ice. It’s our pleasure to host your bachelorette party this evening. The VIP lounge is the first door on the right.”

“Told ya,” I said to Ash. I linked my arm through hers and pulled her into the club.

My whole bride squad followed me down the hall to the VIP lounge.

The door slammed shut behind us.

“Why’s it so dark in here?” asked Ash.

That was a good question. I was used to mood lighting in fancy clubs, but this was a bit extreme. I used the light on my phone to locate a light switch.

But when I flipped it on…something seemed very wrong.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. Because this wasn’t like any VIP lounge I’d been in before. The wooden benches and metal bars had more of a jail cell vibe. I thought back to my plans for the night and nodded. Actually, this seemed just about right. We were right on time.

“Sex gulag?” asked Slavanka. “Or real arrest?”

---