Page 27 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

I tried to read the monkey man’s body language to determine what was happening behind that towel.

Did his head just tilt back a little? Was that a little thrust of the hips?

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she was doing it!

He dropped the towel. And I could have sworn I saw Ash pulling her mouth off his cock. There were only a few little spots of whipped cream left on it.

I cheered, and all the other girls followed my lead.

Ash immediately put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wider than ever.

“Ash!” I yelled. “I can’t believe you did it!”

“Did what?” she asked.

“You sucked his cock!”

“I did not! I… He… He wiped it off with his hand to make it look like I did it!”

“Then why is there a little whipped cream on your mouth?”

She snatched the towel from him and wiped her mouth. “There was not!”

“Mhm. Suuuuure.”

Our conversation was interrupted by the monkey man dancing between us. He thrust his hips at me and sprayed a line of whipped cream on his cock.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Oooh. Is it my turn?”

He nodded his big monkey mask.

I bit my lip and stared down at his erection. Honestly, it wasn’t quite big enough for my taste. Surely if I refused him they’d send someone more to my liking. So I held up my promise ring. “I can’t. My fiancé would never forgive me. And I already have a banana split.” I shooed him away and took a bit bite of extra extra dark chocolate ice cream.

His shoulders slouched in disappointment as he danced over to another table.

“His banana taste good?” asked Slavanka.

“I didn’t blow him!” protested Ash. “And what the hell are strippers doing here anyway? What happened to Single Girl Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night?”

Oh Ash. “You’re forgetting the second half: …Unless they’re strippers. And anyway, strippers aren’t even really boys. They’re objects to be used for our entertainment. Just think of them as giant walking dildos. Or bananas!”

“Speaking of bananas…why did you get a real one while I got a stripper surprise?”

“I’m actually not sure why I got a real banana,” I said and took another bite of delicious ice cream. “That was unexpected.”

“Wait, so all the banana splits are supposed to be cocks?” asked Ash.

“Yeah, girl. Isn’t this amazing?”

“Amazing? More like confusing. The narrative at this Banana Party is all over the place. I mean…The DJ is Australian. And she’s dressed like she’s on some sort of African safari. But then it looks like we’re in the jungle.”

“Right. And monkeys live in the jungle.” It all made perfect sense to me.

“And why are we eating the bananas? Shouldn’t the monkeys be eating the bananas? That’s like…what monkeys do.”

“You want the strippers to suck each other’s dicks? Now that would be spectacular entertainment.”

“No.” She looked horrified by the suggestion. “But that would make more sense. And aren’t banana splits an American invention? Oh! And shouldn’t the bananas in a banana split technically be cut in half?”

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