Page 50 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

Excuse me? Oh, HELL NO.

I clicked my heels together twice. Like magic, the Banana King’s entire body seized up. He dropped the gun as he fell and spasmed on the floor.

Holy shit! That worked way better than I thought it would.

But I didn’t have time to marvel at my brilliance. I only had thirty seconds max before the shock would wear off. And then I’d have a very angry, very naked man on my hands.

Which wasn’t the worst thing…

He hadn’t even been angry earlier and he’d given me the best sex of my life. If anger increased his sexual prowess as much as it did with Chad…

I shivered just thinking about it.

But no…that asshole had dared to insult me. And he was trying to take Daddy’s money. And I loved Daddy’s money.

So it didn’t matter how desperately he’d love another taste of me. As tempting as it was to sit on his face, the moment had passed. Now I was gonna leave him naked on this roof cuffed to a guard rail.

I fished the key out of his belt, unlocked my cuffs, and transferred them to him.

And then he woke up.

He looked around frantically. He stopped and narrowed his eyes at me. “What the hell just happened?”

“Hmm…let’s see. You tried to kidnap me. But before you did, I tricked you into taking that garter and putting it on your arm. And that garter happens to be a custom-made shock collar that’s linked to a radio transmitter in these bomb-ass shoes. Pretty cool, huh?”

“You fucking bitch.”

I gave him my sassiest smile. “Could you please toss me your cell phone?”

“Fuck you.”

I clicked my heels together once, sending another jolt through him. “Let’s try this again. Toss me your cell phone. Or I’ll do two heel clicks. Or maybe three…” I wouldn’t actually do three. That would kill him.

With his hand not cuffed to the railing, he grabbed the phone off his belt and tossed it to me.

“Thanks, hun!”

I snapped a picture of him and texted it to Ghost. “Hey Ghostie! Is this the Locatelli’s enforcer?”

“Chastity?” he texted back. “Are you okay?”

“Yup, I’m fine,” I texted. Then I made a super cute face, gave a thumbs-up, and snapped a selfie. God I look hot with all this cum on my face. “But I think he might have ruined my make-up.” I sent that along with my cum selfie.

I took a few more selfies while I waited for him to respond. I got a few where you could clearly see my cum-splattered bride-to-be sash. And then I made sure to get one with my kidnapper in the background. His cock had gone completely flaccid from the shock, but it was still huge. He was definitely a shower.

Either that, or he was suffering from the Strippocratic curse. It wouldn’t surprise me…I mean, the kidnapping had definitely not been done with my enjoyment in mind. Which meant he’d broken the oath. Which meant his manhood would be forever giant and flaccid. And that would be a great loss for humanity.

I was about to try to seduce him real quick just to make sure his equipment still worked, but two monkey men burst out onto the roof.

Oh! Perfect timing.

“Hey boys,” I said. “Wanna fuck me?”

Watching me get railed would be such a fun way to tease the Banana King. And it would also tell me if he was cursed or not. Because that would be the only way that he could watch without getting hard as a rock.

I expected the monkey men to unzip their suits and jump all over that offer, but instead they pulled their masks off.

Ghost and Teddybear.

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