Page 43 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

“What?”

“My boyfriend loves the idea of me sneaking off to blow other guys. That was why he spilled the drink on us. To get us alone in here so I could give you a special tip.”

“Really?”

Hell no. “Mhm. He’s a brave man to let me sneak around like this. But he’s not stupid. He wouldn’t let some random dude fuck me. But I really love your cock, so I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I grabbed his cock and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Sometimes he shares me with his friends.”

“So if I want to fuck you, I have to be his friend?”

“Yeah. Or…” I paused and then shook my head. “No, that wouldn’t work. You’re not part of the Gryphon Club. You’re just a waiter.”

“What if I was a member?”

“Well…if you and Chad were part of the same brotherhood, then of course he’d let you fuck my brains out.” I pulled a gold foil envelope out of my purse and handed it to him. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

He slid the invitation out of the envelope. “A wedding invitation?”

“Not quite.” The design was certainly based on a wedding invitation. But I’d turned it into something so much more fun. I took it from him and read: “You and a guest are cordially invited to fuck Chastity Morgan at a date, time, and location of your choosing.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, there’s always some fine print too.” I kept reading: “Must be 18+. Not valid for residents of FL, GA, or AK.”

The waiter laughed. “What do you have against southerners and Alaskans?”

“Nothing. But Daddy’s lawyer advised me that those states have certain laws that might view this invitation as a form of illegal prostitution. Anyway…” I cleared my throat and kept reading. “Voucher has no cash value, but may be transferred or sold. Suggested retail price: $1M per guest. All male guests must have at least 8 abs and 8 inches.”

He smiled and unbuttoned his shirt to expose his lovely 8-pack. “Looks like I qualify.”

He did indeed. And that was kind of the whole point of the invitation. Single Girl Rule #8 forbid me from refusing any man with 8 abs and 8 inches. So this piece of paper really didn’t change anything.

“It says that I can fuck you at a place and time of my choosing. I choose…here. And right now.”

“Hmm…there’s just one problem.” I pointed to the final line of fine print.

He looked back down. “This invitation is only valid once Chad Chadwick is a member of the Gryphon Club.”

“Sorry,” I said. “But rules are rules.”

“Damn it.”

“As soon as Chad becomes a member, though…you and a guest are gonna have one hell of a time. Think you can help him get initiated?”

“Maybe.” He scanned the invitation again. “But I’m not the only punch master.”

“You’re a punch master?” I asked, trying to sound surprised. Thanks for the tip, Adonis.

He nodded. “I am. And Chad definitely has my vote, but I’ll still need to convince the other four. The other waiters.”

“Maybe I can help.” I fished a pen out of his discarded apron and changed the first line of the invitation. Now instead of one guest, he could bring four. “How’s that?” I asked.

His eyes got wide when he saw what I’d changed. “That should definitely help.”

“Good. Send me a text when you’re ready to RSVP.” I pointed to my number under the RSVP section of the invitation. “And try not to take too long. Because I really want to fuck you.” I handed him the invitation and started putting my dress back on.

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