Page 18 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

Ash started fanning her armpits. “I never thought I’d say this, but I hope you lured me into a sex dungeon.”

I decided that leaning into the fake arrest thing would be the most fun for everyone. It would be so unexpected when we arrived at our final destination. I pretended to try to open the door that we’d just come through, but it didn’t budge. “Oh no,” I said. “Yelp didn’t say anything about sex dungeons, so I’d say we got busted for those fake IDs.”

“No. No!” Ash was pacing so fast. “This can’t be happening! I’m not built for prison.”

“Chill, girl. No one is going to prison. Single Girl Rule #29…”

“Every girl deserves a big cock on her birthday,” said Slavanka.

“What?” asked Ash. “How does that apply?”

“We no get big cock in lady prison. So sad.” Slavanka slumped down on a wooden bench.

“That’s Rule #38,” I corrected. “Rule #29 is single girls don’t get speeding tickets.”

Ash shook her head. “Flashing your boobs might work to get out of a little speeding ticket, but using a fake ID is a way bigger deal. Is it a felony? What if it’s a felony?”

“Then I’ll call Daddy and have him fix it,” I lied. Daddy could not know about this. He’d be angry with me. I wasn’t supposed to go out on weekends anymore. Or was it weeknights? Maybe it was all of them… “Or I could just blow the cop. Hmm…yeah, that sounds more fun.”

“What if there’s more than one?” asked Ash. “Cops usually travel in twos.”

“This is ridiculous,” Esme said. “I’m over 21. Besides, there are five of us. We could take care of the entire station if we had to.”

Shhh, don’t give away the surprise! I gave Esme a high five. “Yeah we could! See, Ash? It’ll be fine.”

A door on the other side of the room opened and two cops stepped through. They were both well over 6 feet and absolutely rocking their uniforms. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought they were strippers dressed as cops. Which totes made sense.

“Good evening, ladies,” said the hotter cop. His badge said King on it.

“Hello, officer,” I said. “How can we help you?”

“Well,” said Officer King. “We got a call about some girls using fake IDs. Any idea why we might have gotten a call like that?”

“No clue,” said Esme. “There must be some sort of mix-up. We’re all legal.” She pulled out an ID and held it through the bars.

The other officer - Officer Grant - grabbed it. He shined a light on it and flipped it over. “It’s legit,” he said eventually.

Of course her ID was legit. Esme and the other flight attendant were well into their twenties. Unlike us college freshmen. Was it already time for sexual favors? According to my itinerary the real fun didn’t start for another hour or so.

Officer King said something, but I didn’t really hear it. I was too busy picturing how nice it would be to sit on his beautiful face. He had perfect lips. Not too big and not too thin. And that smile… Yum.

“Well?” he asked, staring at me.

“Yes, Officer?”

“I asked to see your ID.”

“Oh, right. No problem.” I pulled my dress down and shook my tits at him. “How’s that?”

The corner of his mouth ticked up a little. He hit

a button on the wall and there was a loud buzz and a click. Officer Grant slid our cell open.

That’s right. The girls work every time! Especially after my new diet of meat and bread. They were better than ever.

“Thanks, boys,” I said. “Just let us know if there’s anything else we can help you with.”

Officer King grabbed my arm as I passed.

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