Page 13 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

“You’re gonna give him a salmon?” asked Simon. “That seems like a downgrade from $1000. And is it gonna be whole? Or are we talking more of a fillet?”

“Not the fish, silly.”

He stared at me.

“You know. A Salmon. As in a Salmon P. Chase.”

“Is that a person? I’m so confused.”

“Uh, yes. He was only the most important, and dare I say most underrated, treasury secretary of all time. And he wasn’t a half-bad chief justice either. It took balls for him to join Justice Field’s dissenting opinion in The Butchers’ Benevolent Association of New Orleans v The Crescent City Live-Stock Landing and Slaughter-House Company.”

“I literally have no idea what you just said.”

“Ah, right. You probably know it as the Slaughter-House Cases.”

“Nope. Still completely lost.”

“Salmon P. Chase is the dude on the $10,000 bill,” said Ghostie.

“Gotcha,” said Simon. “Wait, those exist?”

I pulled out a Salmon, kissed it, and gave it to Simon. “Go chase down Justin and swap this out for the Grover Cleveland.”

He took it and ran off.

Good boy.

I pulled on a bikini and laced up some heels and then turned to Ghostie. “Is everything all set for Operation Save Ash?”

He nodded. “Yup. I just got word from Teddybear that the yacht is fueled and ready to go.”

“Perfect! Shall we?” I held my arm out for him so he could escort me down to the limo.

But he didn’t take my arm. “There’s actually one more thing.”

My eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his dress pants. “I guess there’s time for that, you naughty boy.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“I get it, Ghostie. You’ve been stressed.” I played with the strap of my bikini. “And I haven’t properly unstressed you in a couple days.”

“That’s not…”

I grabbed his erection through his pants. “I’ve been a very bad girl, neglecting you.” I bit my lip as I stared at him. “Do you want me to bend over so you can spank me?” I really loved when Ghostie was rough with me.

He groaned but gently removed my hand from his growing erection.

Ghostie had never denied me. Ever. And I knew he wanted me, I felt it. “Do you not like my new bikini?” Actually, it was probably the shoes. Ghostie and Teddybear hadn’t been listening when I said asymmetric shoes were a new trend. “Maybe we should go shopping again!”

“There’s no time for that, Chastity.”

“There’s always time for my two favorite things - shopping and blowjobs. I can give you road head on the way over to Odegaard!”

He pressed his lips together as he stared at me. “I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.”

“It’s okay if you explode all over me in the car. I’m in dire need of a facial. And I’m sure Justin will understand. He’s my new favorite person.”

“I’m not talking about my dick. I’m talking about your actual favorite person - Ash.”

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