Page 28 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Dear lord, Ash. Please don’t cut their dicks in half.”

“Castrate strippers?” asked Slavanka, brandishing a butter knife.

“Let’s not,” I said. Slavanka was as dangerous to society as she was kinky.

“Okay.” She put the knife down.

I turned back to Ash. “So what do you think? Are you gonna touch more of the wildlife even though they warned us not to?”

She took a huge gulp of banana juice and then dramatically pointed to her ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you!” she yelled over the music. “What’d you say?”

She had nothing to be embarrassed about. This was a bachelorette party. And even if it wasn’t, I would still never judge her for sucking off a stripper. Unless he was ugly. Rule #21: No kissing uggos. That rule clearly included penis kissing.

Either way, it was time to change the topic. I wanted to make sure this girls’ night was the best night of her life.

I stared at her and tried to crack the mystery. What would Ash want to do? To get inside her psyche, I thought back to my favorite party games when I was 12 years old.

And then it came to me. Honestly, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before.

“Have you ever played truth or dare?” I asked.

This time she heard me just fine. “No! But I’ve always wanted to. I used to stay up at night thinking of what dares I could make people do. That and spin the bottle always sounded so fun. But I never got invited to any of the cool kid parties. God, what I would have given to play spin the bottle with Archer, Mustang, and Vandal.” She looked wistfully into the distance.

Did Ash just admit to wanting to get gangbanged by three dudes with objectively badass names? I knew there was a reason we were getting along so well!

“They sound hot,” I said.

“They were. So hot.”

“Do you think they became strippers?” I asked. “For all you know, one of them could be hiding behind one of these monkey masks, just waiting for you to come suck their cock.” I motioned to the half a dozen strippers wandering around. Most of them were still doing the whole banana split routine, but one of them was just flat-out getting blown.

Ash laughed. “Oh my God, do you really think so?!”

“Maybe.”

“Or one is kidnapper,” added Slavanka.

I nodded. “That’s possible too. Ghostie did say that the Locatelli’s enforcer was in town.”

“What?!” asked Ash. All the color rushed from her face.

“Why are you so surprised? I told you this right after we got off of the plane. And we talked about it again when we went to fake jail.”

“We did?” She looked confused.

Ooooh. She didn’t remember. She’d been drunk on banana juice from the flight. Better to play it off. “I’m just joking.” Kind of. It was entirely possible that the enforcer was here. And

if he was, I was ready for him.

“Oh thank God.” She looked relieved. And a little more sober than a second ago.

Nope. That won’t do. I had to think quickly. And then it hit me. “Have you ever heard of spin the banana?”

“No! What’s that?” She leaned forward on her elbows to hear my response. She looked so excited. And just as drunk as before we started talking about kidnappers.

This is gonna be fun. Especially since any minute now they’d surely send me a more well-endowed monkey man to play with.

Chapter 7 - Spin the Banana

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