Page 36 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

“Still blurry,” said Slavanka. She winked at me. We both knew the pictures were fine. She was just giving me more time to have some fun with Adonis. I leaned forward and let his cock slide down my throat. Inch by inch. I locked eyes with him and swirled my tongue around.

He looked like he was in heaven. He buried his fingers in my hair as he stifled a groan.

Told you I was good with my tongue.

I pulled back and then jammed it down my throat again. My gag reflex had been gone for years, but I knew that guys liked it. So I gagged a little.

“What was that?” asked Chad.

“Say AK-47!” yelled Slavanka and snapped another photo. Which gave me just enough time to stand up.

Adonis got his pants up just as Chad turned around.

“Hey babe,” I said with a saucy little smile.

“Were you just gagging?”

“Yup. Right before that last photo Adonis tried to slip me some tongue.” I slapped him.

“Dude, what the hell?” said Chad.

Adonis laughed and rubbed his hand along his cheek. “Sorry. She’s just so hot.” He winked at me.

“Damn right she is. But she’s all mine.”

“You’re right. That’s my bad.”

Chad turned back around.

Adonis looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’re wild.”

“That wasn’t wild. That was just me being a good girlfriend and helping my man get into the Gryphon Club.”

“Mhm.”

“If you wanna see wild, just wait until I sneak into the locker room after your next victory.” I leaned forward so I could whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek where I’d slapped him and went to hop off the statue.

But he grabbed my waist to stop me. “I should probably warn you about something…”

“I know your teammates will be there. That’s part of the fun.”

His eyes lit up. But then he shook his head. “It’s not about that. It’s about the Gryphon Club. The thong and cucumber thing is a test. If anyone gets stuck with that stuff in a majority of the pictures, the Gryphon Club automatically eliminates them. They want bosses in their ranks, not bitches.”

“Well that’s not ideal. Chad wore that thong in every single picture. Anything else I should know?”

“I’m 99% sure he’s screwed. But they won’t formally eliminate him until after the victory dinner. He has until then to charm the punch masters.”

“Got it. Do they like jokes? Name dropping? Heckling the help?”

“Definitely not the last one. The punch masters are the help. Or at least, they’ll pretend to be. They always dress up as the waiters so that they can see how prospective pledges treat the help.”

“Oh. In that case, this’ll be easy.”

“It will?”

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