Page 7 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

“You too, girl. Those fur boots are so fun with that bikini. And that ushanka… Perfection.” I honked her boobs twice to complete the compliment.

“I wear on next girls’ trip.”

“Oooh,” said the clerk. “I like the sound of a girls’ trip. Where are you going, and can I please come?”

I laughed. “Sure. But I should warn you about Single Girl Rule #44: Girls’ trips are contests to see who can suck the most cocks. The winner doesn’t have to pay.”

The clerk gave me the world’s sassiest look. “Honey, you better get ready to pay for my trip then.”

“Damn, boy. I knew I liked you.” I looked down at his nametag. “Where have you been all my life, Justin?”

“Confession time. I’ve wanted to dress you for years, but the manager in the NY branch would never let me.”

“OMG, you’re from New York too? Scratch that. Of course you are. You’re fabulous.”

He struck a pose. “I know. Now what else can I find for you ladies? How about a sneak peek at the Odegaard 2014 resort collection?”

“You better not be fucking with me right now.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Well then what are you waiting for? Go get them! Teddybear, Ghostie. Help him carry the boxes.”

“Come with me, boys,” said Justin. He grabbed their hands and pulled them into a back room.

“Gay boy wants sex with Ghostie,” said Slavanka.

“Right? I was definitely getting that vibe too.” I turned to Simon. “So what’d you find?”

“No notes about the sex auction. Just some notes about honeymoons, a proposal, and a bachelorette party.”

“Ghostie and Teddybear strip at party?” asked Slavanka. “Then let bear loose?”

“How would that help?”

“Bear eat guards.”

“Where would we even get a bear?”

“Lots of bear in forest. You want me catch one?”

“This is Miami. I don’t think they have many bears here.”

“No bear?” Slavanka shook her head. “Very sad. How wrestlers practice in Miami?”

“You know what, let’s just put a pin in the bear idea for now.” I turned back to Simon and tapped on the stack of papers. “What else you got in there?”

He flipped to a back page. “A list of which employees are working when. And a schedule of events.”

“Maybe we could use something on there as a distraction? Here, I’ll look while you untie these boots.” I took the papers from him and swung my legs onto his lap. “Croquet classes? Lawn darts? This place sucks. No wonder they’re trying to get $5 million from Daddy. Do they offer anything fun?”

“Their main attraction is Roma Island. Everything there is designed to make you feel like you’re in ancient Rome. They have a stage there for concerts and stuff too.”

I looked down the list and found the section for the island. And I very much liked what I saw. “Oooh. What’s the goddess contest?”

“It’s like a beauty contest. Or maybe a wet toga contest? I’m not exactly sure.”

“I can work with either of those. How is security on the island?”

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