Page 17 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

Chapter 5 – My Greatest Invention

Sunday, Sept 22, 2013

Me and my girls had just taken off our bikini tops to start tanning when the yacht slowed to a stop.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Simon through my earpiece. “Welcome to Roma Island.”

I pulled the cucumbers off my eyes and looked around.

All I saw starboard was an endless expanse of crystal-clear water.

But when I turned to look port…

“Holy shit,” gasped Esme.

“I see why Locatelli Resort and Spa is so popular,” agreed Zoraida.

I nodded. I hated to admit that one of Daddy’s rivals had done a good job, but damn. “Okay, yeah. That’s one of the coolest private islands I’ve ever seen.” And I’d seen a lot of private islands.

“Yes yes,” said Slavanka. “Villa very sexy. Liggy be proud to host orgy there.”

“Liggy?”

“Caligula. Best Roman emperor.” She sounded so sure of herself.

“Wasn’t he an insane dictator?” asked Esme.

Slavanka nodded with a huge smile on her face. “He stern but fair ruler. Just like Stalin! And he like orgy sex.”

“I’m not sure that’s the full story of Caligula,” I said. “But you’re not wrong about the orgies. And you’re definitely not wrong when you say that he would have been proud to host an orgy on Roma Island. Just look at that stage!” Actually, calling it a stage hardly did it justice. It was giving me some serious Roman temple vibes with all the columns and marble and statues. But instead of being in the middle of Rome, it was right on a beautiful white-sand beach in the middle of the Caribbean. It was the perfect place for a goddess contest.

“We have orgy on stage?” asked Slavanka.

“No,” I said. “We already went over the plan. We’re gonna take over the goddess contest and…” I paused. “Actually, I’m kind of loving your idea. It’ll take a few last-minute tweaks, but I bet we could swing it.”

Ghostie growled in our ears. “Stick to the plan.”

“Boo,” I said. “You’re just jealous that you won’t be there.”

“Neither will you if you don’t get on those jet skis. The boat from the mainland is arriving in thirty minutes.”

“Fine. But I can’t make any promises. Sometimes orgies just happen. Especially in a place like that. I bet there’s a bathhouse inside with all sorts of naughty frescos on the walls.”

We all got up off our lounge chairs and headed to the side of the yacht where Teddybear had just lowered five jet skis into the water.

I jumped onto the gold-plated one that Daddy had given me for my twelfth half birthday.

Once we were all mounted, Ghostie did a quick comm check and then we started our engines.

“Whoa,” yelled Teddybear. “I think I might need to offload some of these Odegaard boxes onto one of your jet skis. Mine seems to be struggling.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“Are you sure? My seat is vibrating so much. It really feels like it’s about to explode.”

“It won’t. But Slavanka might.” I pointed to her. Her face was flushed and she was clutching the handlebars so tight. “You like these custom vibrating seats I had installed?”

“Yes yes,” she moaned.

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