Page 47 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

Apparently he couldn’t. Because on Thursday night I finally got a text from an unknown number.

“Tomorrow night. 9 pm. Gryphon Club. There’s a section of wall two blocks west of the main entrance. Knock twice and show your tits to

the camera.”

I smiled to myself.

A secret door? And the password was my boobs? I very much liked where this was headed.

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The next night at exactly 9 pm, Ghostie dropped me, Ash, and Slavanka off at the stretch of wall described in the text.

“Are you sure this is where we’re supposed to be?” asked Ash. “Because this looks like somewhere that you’d dump a body after chopping it up into little bits. And doesn’t going to the Gryphon Club on a Friday night violate all sorts of Single Girl Rules about the sanctity of girls' night?”

“I actually don’t think it does. I mean, there’s Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night…unless they’re strippers. But technically we didn’t invite any guys to this girls’ night. They invited us.” I walked up to the wall and knocked twice.

A little camera poked out and looked at each of us.

When it landed on me, I opened my trench coat and pulled my bra down to expose my breasts.

A moment later a section of the wall slid sideways to reveal a secret tunnel.

“Okay,” said Ash. “I admit. That was pretty freaking cool. It’s like we’re in an episode of Inspector Gadget! Although I still don’t understand why you didn’t wear any clothes under your coat. He definitely always wore a full suit…”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing lots of clothes. Too many, if anything.”

Ash gave me a weird look. “A bra and that tiny little skirt hardly count as clothes.”

“Uh…you’re forgetting about these bomb ass gloves.” I pulled my arms out of my coat to flaunt my red, fingerless, opera-length gloves. “And this isn’t just some ordinary bra. This is special order from Odegaard, hand crafted with lace styled in the shape of gryphon feathers.”

Slavanka honked my boobs.

“Thanks, girl. You too.” I honked her back.

Unlike Ash, who was sporting a T-shirt and leggings under her trench coat, Slavanka knew what was up. I was honestly a little jealous that she got to wear a full set of lingerie. But alas…in honor of General Orville Thunderstick III, I wasn’t allowed to wear panties. So instead I had to settle for a tiny little schoolgirl skirt.

We walked through the secret passage, our heels clicking and echoing with each step. And by our heels, I of course mean mine and Slavanka’s. Ash was in sneakers.

Eventually we got to what looked like a reception desk carved into the stone wall. A hooded man was sitting behind it.

“Good evening, ladies. May I take your coats?”

“I’d prefer to keep it on,” I said.

“I keep on too,” said Slavanka.

“Oh come on, guys,” said Ash. “Why are you so afraid to take your coats off? Oh wait, is it because you’re dressed super inappropriately underneath? Booyah!” She made a show of untying her trench coat and letting it fall to the floor.

I laughed. “I’m not afraid to take it off. I just had a whole reveal planned. It would be a shame to spoil it just because some pervy coat check wants to get an early peek at the goods.”

“Ah, I see,” said the guy. He turned around and pulled three hooded capes off a rack. They were similar to the robes that the brothers wore, but the material seemed even richer. And they were capes instead of robes. And they had a super cool claw-shaped clasp.

“Oh hell yeah.” I tore off my coat and replaced it with the cape. The material was so freaking soft. Was it velvet?

Once we were all enveloped in our plush capes, the guy pressed a button and another secret door slid open.

I expected another hallway. Or a staircase. Or a dance floor. Instead, we were in a state-of-the-art control room. Three rows of hooded figures all typed away at keyboards, occasionally looking up at the massive wall of monitors.

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