Page 5 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

Chapter 2 – My Fav Stress Relief

Saturday, Sept 21, 2013

We went back to the room and started brainstorming rescue plans.

“How about a helicopter?” I asked. “We could hover above and drop a rope ladder for her.”

“Too risky,” said Ghostie. “The magnetic field that took out my drone might mess with the helicopter too.”

“Damn.”

“We could land on the helipad,” said Teddybear. He pointed out the window to the top of the left tower.

“Eh, maybe,” I said. “But then we’d have to go all the way down, climb up the middle tower to the banana king’s penthouse, and then get back to the helipad. The odds of pulling off the rescue before they send guards to check out the random helicopter that just landed on their roof are basically zero.”

Teddybear threw out a few more terrible ideas before I cut him off.

“Wait!” I said. “I know what we need to do.”

“You do?” asked Teddybear.

“Mhm. We need to consult the Single Girl Rules. They always give me the best advice.” I pulled out my membership card and scanned the rules. “Let’s see… Maybe we could use Rule #14: If a girl forgets her purse, she must attempt to pay with her body.”

“How exactly?”

“Let me show you. Simon, you be the valet. And I’ll be me.”

Simon straightened his back and popped some gum in his mouth.

Very valet-like. Nice touch.

I walked up to him and handed him some keys. “Promise not to scratch it?”

“Of course, ma’am. That’ll be $40.”

I pretended to reach for my purse. “Oh no! Silly me. I forgot my purse.”

“That’s okay. We can just put it on your room tab.”

I blinked. “What? No I can’t. The sign says cash only.”

“Well I’m sure we can make an exception for a beautiful lady like you.”

No! Stop it!He was terrible at role-playing. But luckily I was amazing at it. “Nonsense. Then I wouldn’t be able to tip you. Speaking of which…” I ran my hand down his tattooed arm. “I can’t tip you with cash, but I could suck your cock while you park. Would that be a good enough tip?” I reached down and grabbed his crotch with one hand while I expertly pickpocketed his wallet with my other hand.

“If you insist.”

I bit my lip and looked up at him. “I do.”

“Then let me just get in…” He mimed getting into a car as he sat down on the bed. And then he unzipped his pants.

“Annnnd…scene,” I said.

“Huh?” he asked. “But you didn’t break in yet.”

“Sure I did.” I held up his wallet. “I just got your ID. Which I can now use to get up to the penthouse.”

“Whoa, how’d you get that?”

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