Page 69 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“Damn. She must be running low on banana juice. I’ll go findher. Give me a minute.” The main living area of the suite was empty, so Istarted checking bedrooms. Those were also empty, but the last one had a spiralstaircase up to a second story. And based on the cheers coming from upstairs, Iwas pretty sure I’d found the girls.

“I think I found them. Hold on,” I said into my earpiece as Iwent up the stairs.

I knew someone was gonna be getting fucked, but I hadn’t quiteexpectedthis.

I nearly slipped on Chloe’s white monokini at the top of thestairs. Or at least, half of it. The other tattered half was hanging over the banister.

The cheers grew louder. At first I thought they were cheeringfor me coming back from getting railed by Bandit. But no one had even noticed myarrival. All eyes were glued to Chloe taking a cumshot in the face from Sketch whileSarge took her from behind.

“Damn it,” said Sarge. “You seriously couldn’t have lastedanother couple minutes? You’re as bad as Rookie.”

“I tried my best,” said Sketch.

“Alright, boys,” said Indigo. “Time to switch.” Two other bridesmaidspulled Sarge and Sketch away. “Who’s next?” she asked to…

Who the hell are they?

Seven guards were standing there, all eagerly waiting to takea turn on the bride. I only recognized Snake. The other six must have been oneof the new squads that arrived. And they were just as hot as the original six. Noneof them were the short king that I needed, though.

Two of the new guys stepped up. One of them stared fuckingher from behind while the other took her mouth.

Get it, girl!I couldn’t believe that I’d doubted mydoppelganger’s awesomeness. She’d definitely earned her invitation to thewedding.

I wanted to stay and cheer her on, but I had to find Ash and Slavanka.I turned and looked for them amongst the bridesmaids. But they weren’t there. Autumnand Sloane were missing too.

Where’d they go?It didn’t make sense for them to notbe here. Missing the bride getting fucked at a bachelorette party was likegoing to a fashion show and leaving before the robe de mariée walked down therunway.

There were a few doors out of the master bedroom, so Istarted looking in them.

The first was an empty bathroom.

The second was a massive walk-in closet.

And the third was a balcony overlooking the pool area. Butthat was empty too. Or at least, I thought it was. But then Rookie sprinted outof the shower holding an icepack against his junk. He hid behind a lounge chairjust as Sloane and Slavanka burst into the room. They were both completelynaked and had cum on their faces. Lots of cum. Which probably explained theicepack on his nuts. Poor Rookie hadn’t been ready for this.

“No more,” he yelled as Slavanka lifted up the lounge chairand tossed it into the pool.

“Svetlana,” I called down. “You know there’s fresh guards uphere to play with, right?”

“Yes, yes,” she called back. “But I like Rookie boy.”

“Me too,” said Sloane. “He reminds me of my mother’s thirdpool boy. Many good memories… Although I’m not sure I’ll ever get a pool boy ofmy own. My parents are threatening to disown me if I start my fashion label. Apparentlydoing any form of work is beneath a duchess.”

Poor girl.Daddy was always so good about letting mefollow my passions, no matter what they were. And after today, I was thinking Ihad a pretty strong future in bio-chem. Because even though Rookie was icinghis balls, he was still rock hard.

Or at least, he had been a second ago. I couldn’t see him anymorebecause he’d just rolled over and slid into the pool. A second later a littleblue tube broke the surface and water squirted out of it. It appeared he’d tornone of his bracelets in half and converted it into a makeshift snorkel.

Slavanka turned around and looked at the spot on the floorwhere Rookie had been. She cocked her head to the side. And then she lookedaround frantically. “Where Rookie boy go?” she asked.

Sloane looked around too and then smiled. “El juego está enmarcha.”

The game is afoot?It was odd hearing Sherlock Holmes’classic phrase in Spanish rather than with a fancy British accent. But I had toadmit, it still sounded pretty cool.

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Game is feet.”

Slavanka speaks Spanish?I didn’t really know what todo with that information, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Because Sloanewas following a nonexistent trail of “clues” into some random side door, andSlavanka was about to follow.

“I’ll help look for him,” I said. “Give me a minute to getdown there.”

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