Page 6 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

“Oldest trick in the book. You were so focused on me grabbing your dick that you didn’t feel me take your wallet.”

“Damn, you’re good.”

“I know.”

“But it won’t work. The valets don’t have access to the top floors.”

“What about their dicks? Are they all huge like the guards’?”

“I think most of them are 16-year-old kids.”

“Well then that plan is out. Rule #22: Always make sure he’s 18. One of these other rules will give me an idea though. I just know it… Oh! That’s it!” I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

All three guys ran behind me.

“Where are we going?” asked Teddybear.

“To Odegaard.”

“Huh?”

“You know…my favorite boutique. With all the sexy shoes? Come on, Teddybear. I used to go there like twice a week.”

“I know what Odegaard is. But we only have like…” He checked his watch. “Less than 36 hours before they auction Ash off to the highest bidder!”

“Rule #4: You can never have too many shoes.”

“Okay? I’m sorry…I really don’t see how that applies.”

“Well. It’s a Single Girl Rule. And I’m a single girl. And I’ve only bought like ten new pairs of shoes since college started, so I’m kind of slacking on that rule.”

Teddybear shook his head. “And how exactly does buying new shoes help save Ash?”

“It’ll help us think.”

“Will it?”

“Uh, yes. It’s scientifically proven that girls think best while trying on new shoes.” Duh.

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“So what exactly is in those papers,” I asked Simon as the clerk laced up my thigh-high boots. I could already tell they were going to look amazing with this lingerie, but I needed to see it.

“Huh?” Simon asked, looking up from my breasts.

“The papers. What’s in them?”

“Oh, right. A few things. First I have a printout of the guest list for the weekend.” He flipped through a few pages to show me. “Name, check-in date, check-out date, and special notes.”

“Any notes about the sex auction?” I didn’t expect there to be, but it was worth a shot.

Simon looked through the notes while I stood up and did a little twirl in front of the mirror.

“What do you think?” I asked the clerk.

He gasped. “You look divine.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Very sexy.”

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