Single Girl Rule #4
You can never have too many shoes.
Chapter 1 – Penthouse or Nothing, Bitch
Saturday, Sept 21, 2013
“Maybe your dad should just pay the ransom,” said Teddybear with a sigh.
I put my binoculars down and slapped him. “You take that back.”
“I mean…he has the money.”
“Yeah. But that doesn’t mean he should give a single penny to the Locatellis.”
“I know. I just don’t see a way to rescue Ash. That place is a freaking fortress.” He gestured out our hotel window to the three towers across the street.
Together the towers formed the Locatelli Resort and Spa, the most prestigious resort in Miami. But only because Daddy hadn’t expanded down here yet.
“Right? I mean, what do they need a wall and armed guards for?” I put the binoculars back to my face and took another look. “Actually, I take that back. The statues carved into that wall are classy AF. And the guards are all super handsome. I bet they have huge cocks. I’m gonna have to tell Daddy to hire better guards.”
“Oh really?” Teddybear tossed his binoculars aside and grabbed the back of my head. “Do I need to remind you how big my cock is?”
I laughed. “I didn’t mean you, silly boy. You know I love your cock.” I glanced down at his crotch. And then I got a wonderful idea. “Wanna fuck me against the window while we wait for Ghostie to get back?” I always loved banging with a view.
He nodded and pulled his V-neck over his head while I stripped off my bikini.
I was about to go down on him, but instead he spun me around and pushed me right against the window. The cold glass on my tits sent a chill down my spine.
“Someone’s horny,” I said.
“I’m always horny when you’re around.”
I arched my back and wiggled my ass. “Then fuck me.”
He knelt behind me and licked my pussy. God. I pressed against the glass. I never really needed foreplay when he was around. But I really did love his tongue. Yes, just like that. “Teddybear,” I moaned.
His tongue stopped and then he stood up and gave me what I really wanted.
I pushed on the glass to send him deeper. “You like that?”
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned.
“I know.” I tossed my hair to the side and smiled back at him. “Tell you what. If you come up with a plan to rescue Ash before I make you cum, then you can fuck me every morning this week.” I knew sometimes he got jealous that he had to share me with Ghostie. I wasn’t sure why. I always let him watch.
“Easy,” he said.
“Easy?”
“Yup,” replied Teddybear with a big thrust. “Like I said…your dad could just pay the ransom.”
“And reward the banana king for kidnapping Ash? Hasn’t he already been rewarded enough?”
“How?”
“I mean, first he got to fuck me. And now he gets to take Ash’s virginity.” I looked back at the window and squinted to see if I could see her pressed up against a window at the Locatelli Resort and Spa.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Teddybear paused deep inside of me. “Ash is a virgin?”
“Yup. Or at least, she was.” I shook my head. “I’m so pissed that I didn’t get to be there for her first time. I was gonna invite tons of guys over and let her judge a penis size contest. And then the winner would fuck her so hard. It was gonna be amazing. Speaking of which, don’t stop.” I arched my back even more.
He groaned and ran his hand down my back, squeezing my ass. “The banana king is an asshole, but he’s not a rapist.” He started thrusting again.
Fuck. I tried to focus on our conversation. “Yeah, but let’s look at the facts. Ash was drinking banana juice right before he took her. And getting kidnapped is super hot. Not to mention Single Girl Rule #8: If a man has 8 abs and 8 inches, he may not be refused. And you’ve seen the banana king. He’s freaking huge. You really think banana-juiced Ash could resist all that?”
“Mhm,” he grunted in response. But it sounded a lot more like Ghostie. I turned back and saw Ghostie entering the room.
“Hey, Ghostie!” I said.
He looked over and growled.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as Teddybear kept thrusting into me against the glass.
Ghostie narrowed his eyes.
“Now now, don’t be jealous. You can join.” He knew I loved my dicks in twos.
Another guy appeared at his side. With a buzzcut. And lots of tattoos. Yum.
I smiled at him. “You can join too.” The only thing better than my dicks in twos was my dicks in threes.
His eyes got big and Ghostie glared at him. “Don’t even think about touching her.”
“Well at least be a gentleman and introduce me,” I said with a moan as Teddybear thrust even harder. I loved when he got all territorial.
“Chastity, this is Simon,” Ghostie said. He used to work at Locatelli Resort and Spa. And one of his friends got me this.” He held up a stack of papers.
“What are those?” I held back another moan as Teddybear dug his fingers into my hips.
“These are how I know that Ash is still a virgin.”
“Really?! How?” I pushed Teddybear off of me and ran over to Ghostie.
“Chastity,” Teddybear groaned.
I looked back longingly at his perfect cock. But there wasn’t time. I pointed to the bathroom. He’d have to finish without me. This went against all the Single Girl Rules, but I was pretty sure that saving a fellow single girl trumped all the other rules. I turned my attention back to Ghostie.
“This is a printout of the resort’s guests and events for this weekend,” Ghostie said. “And tomorrow night, there’s a virgin auction scheduled to take place in the penthouse.”
“Holy shit! That’s amazing!” I turned to Simon. “So can you get us in or what?”
He was too busy staring at my tits to respond.
“Her eyes are up there,” growled Ghostie.
“Aw, Ghostie. My tits are amazing. You can’t blame him for staring.” I turned to Simon. “You like what you see?”
He nodded.
“Wanna touch?”
He reached out for me, but I swatted his hand away.
“Not yet. First you have to tell us how to get into the resort.”
“You really don’t have to seduce him,” said Ghostie. “He already agreed to tell us everything he knows.”
“A little extra incentive never hurt, right Simon?” I winked at him.
“Mhm.”
“So what do you know?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t work there for long.”
“But it was long enough for you to learn about their super-secret passage that heads directly to their hostage chamber?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“#Lame. Do you at least know where they would keep a hostage?”
He shrugged. “Probably on the top five floors.”
“Perfect.” I ran over to my purse, grabbed my phone, and scrolled through their rooms. But they were all listed as sold out. So I had no choice but to be a weirdo and call them.