Page 49 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“You’re coming with me,” said the Banana King. He grabbed my waist and tossed me over his shoulder.

Oh, fun! Kidnapping time!

Chapter 11 - Magic!

Friday, Sept 13, 2013

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he carried me backstage.

“To meet a few friends.”

Score! This was shaping up to be the sexiest kidnapping ever.

He took a few turns and then we were outside again. But there were no trees or dance floors or bars. Just a helipad.

Oooh, classy. He was planning on whisking me away into the sky!

I looked into the air to see if any helicopters were approaching, but the skies were clear.

“Put these on,” said the Banana King.

I spun back to him just as he tossed me a pair of handcuffs. But I didn’t catch them. I was too distracted by how hot he looked.

He’d ditched the monkey mask and was back to looking like Officer King. Except he was still fully nude. Well, almost. He’d put his duty belt back on.

He unholstered his pistol and pointed it at my face. “I said put those cuffs on.”

And I was soaking wet all over again.

I couldn’t help it. Bad boys were my weakness. Especially when they had cocks as big as his.

I bent over in the sexiest way possible and picked up the cuffs. “What are you gonna do to me once I put them on?” The answer, of course, was kidnap me. But it was more fun to play along. And I was hoping he wouldn’t be able to resist eating my pussy one more time while we waited for his friends.

“You’ll see.”

I clicked them on and got them nice and tight. “You have some kinky friends.” I hope.

As soon as the cuffs were in place, he pulled out his radio. “I’ve got her. Awaiting extraction. Over.”

“Extraction? If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was being kidnapped.”

“You are.”

I gasped. It was probably too dramatic, but whatever. “Are you gonna turn me into your sex slave?”

“No.”

What? #Lame. “Then why take me?”

“Because your dad has a lot of money. And my boss wants all of it.”

“All of it? That’s like…a billion dollars.” I smiled. I didn’t love the idea of him taking Daddy’s money. But what he said meant…I was worth a billion dollars. I mean, I already knew that. But hearing confirmation of it was still nice.

“Yup, every last penny.”

> “I love that plan. But I have a better idea. What if you just keep me as your little fuck toy? Surely my body is worth more than a billion dollars.”

“Ha, yeah right. I could buy ten of you for a fraction of that price.”

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