Page 43 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

I wasn’t one to be scared of stuff, but… She kind of had a point. There was something quite ominous about this new lighting. And why had the strippers all run off so quickly?

Slavanka pulled me off stage and the rest of my girls followed. The birthday squad had already fled the stage.

We got back into our seats just as he arrived.

He was dressed similarly to the other strippers, but there was a golden crown sitting on top of his monkey mask.

And instead of entering through a door, he swung in on some of the vines.

Speaking of swinging…each time he swung, there was something else swinging under that monkey suit of his.

He landed on stage with a thud and beat his chest like a gorilla.

“Who dares disturb me?” he boomed.

I drummed my fingers against my lips and looked away, pretending to be innocent.

The birthday girl was the first one to sell me out. But soon most of the girls in the room were pointing at me.

I pointed at myself and mouthed, “Moi?” As if I had no idea why everyone was pointing at me.

It was all just an act to draw the Banana King over to me, though.

“I told her not to,” said the DJ.

“She must be punished,” he said in a deep voice.

Oooh, yes please.

“Spank her!” yelled someone.

I was definitely into that.

“Smack her with your cock!” yelled another.

Love it. Keep the ideas coming.

“Throw a banana slushy in her face!”

The fuck? That better have been a euphemism for a cumshot, or someone was being a real dick.

“Fuck her!” yelled someone else. But this time the voice was familiar.

I glanced over at Ash and she gave me a big smile.

Best maid of honor ever.

The Banana King hardly bothered to dance on his way up to our table. He wasn’t here to put on a show. He was here on a mission. To punish me.

And I wanted every second of it. I bit my lip as he stopped right in front of me.

He pulled a can of whipped cream out of his pocket and started to unzip his suit.

But before he could get that far, I snatched the can from him.

I’d been licking whipped cream off cocks all night. It was time for someone to return the favor.

I hiked up my skirt, spread my legs, and sprayed a thick glob of whipped cream right on my pussy. Then I gave the Banana King a sassy look.

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