Page 37 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

Sarge spun around. “Do you have a better idea, Poker?”

Poker shrugged, and when he did, his sleeves slid up a bit toexpose his muscular tattooed forearms. His black skin made it a little hard tomake out what the tattoos were, but I was pretty sure they were of playingcards. Which made sense given that his nickname was Poker.

“Did you check your trash folder?” asked Poker. “Rookie has atendency to randomly delete stuff.”

“That was one time,” protested Rookie.

Sarge pulled out his phone again.

“Shit,” said Teddybear in my earpiece. “The upload wasgetting blocked by a firewall so I just deleted the pic. But I don’t haveaccess to the trash folder on his phone. Can you distract them?”

Boy, of course I can distract them.

I cleared my throat. “A word, please?” I gestured for theguards to follow me back to the bathroom.

“What is it?” demanded Sarge.

“What are you guys doing?” I whispered. “This might be aconfusing concept, but since you’re the strippers,you’rethe ones whoare supposed to be getting naked.”

“We’re not on stripper duty today,” said Sarge. “We’re on atop priority mission straight from the boss. Who the hell are you, by the way?”

“I just stared working at the concierge desk. My job is tomake sure high-vale guests have the time of their lives. So today I’m the MC ofthis bachelorette party.”

“I don’t really care what your job is.Myjob is to finda blonde, brunette, and redhead. And in order to do that, we need to see theirtits. So step aside.”

“Okay,” I said. “But I doubt Magnus will be very happy whenthe bride’s daddy calls and complains that some perverted guards crashed herbachelorette party and demanded she get naked.”

“Well do you have a better idea?”

“Actually, I do. This is a bachelorette party. And the girlsall think you’re strippers. So just play the part. The girls will all be nakedin no time.”

Sarge shook his head. “There’s no time for that. This isurgent.”

“Come on, Sarge,” said Poker. “It’s a good plan.” He turnedto me. “What package did they buy? Please tell me they ordered the game package.”

“That’s never gonna happen, Poker,” replied Sarge. “No one intheir right mind would pay $200,000 for strippers.”

Game package? $200,000 strippers?I very much likedthe sound of all of that.

“Actually,” I said. “They did order the game package. Like Isaid…this is a super high value client.”

“Hot damn!” said Poker. “I knew someone would get it!” Herubbed his hands together and then started pulling stacks of cards and notes outof all his pockets. “Any requests for what game we start with?”

“You’re in charge,” I said. I absolutely could not wait to seewhat games he was gonna throw at us. “But I do have one request.”

“Anything.”

I grabbed the stack of gel bracelets off the counter and separatedthem by color. “Take a color,” I said. “And whenever a girl blows you, take oneoff and give it to her.”

“Why?” asked Sarge.

“Come on, Sarge,” said Poker. He grabbed the stack of yellowbracelets off the counter. “Have some imagination. First, there are a ton ofgames we can add these to. Second, if we see a girl with no bracelets, we’llknow to give her some extra attention. And finally…I bet a lot of the girls aregonna want to collect a full set.”

“And they’ll let us know if any girls need to get uninvitedfrom the wedding,” I added.

The guards all looked at me.

“You know the rule. Any girl who doesn’t suck a cock at the bacheloretteparty is uninvited to the wedding. This includes the bride. No exceptions.”

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