"Oh, we know it's yours. It's expensive too. I almost bought it, but then I saw the bigger price tag. I want that money instead." The dealer sneered.
"What bigger price tag? For what?" I shook my head.
"Not what. Who. You. Haven't you seen the reward money?"
He rotated the screen, and there I was, in my seventh-grade school photo next to an age progression image. The resemblances to the updated version were startling, but not as surprising as the price tag of a quarter million dollars for whoever found me.
Rule 3 - Swayze
Don’t get comfortable.
"We're back, bitches!"
Koi followed behind me, phone in hand, filming our first day back at work.
I lifted the Jason mask I’d put on a moment ago and let it rest on my forehead. Koi slid the same over his face and addressed his live audience, "Camp Frisky—I mean, Risky—is open for the summer!" We walked through the camp, pointing and nodding at GOs and ROs from last year. We'd started as game operators our first year, and then moved to ride operators, and eventually, after a series of unfortunate events, we were moved up to middle management. We didn't have to listen to anyone this summer. This was our town.
"Every year since we were fourteen, Swayze and I have worked at Risky Rush amusement park. Right now, we're taking you on a tour of Camp Frisky, the camp for overnight staff. You have to be eighteen to enter. This place started as a summer camp, but a couple of kids died and Mr. Risky didn't want the hike in insurance so he shut down the camp, built the amusement park, and kept the cabins for his employees who stayed for the summer. Basically, the dude gave us a party palace!"
Some new chicks looked our way nervously. I put the mask back over my face and lunged at them. They screamed and ran away.
“I told you this was a good purchase.” I laughed alongside Koi. He’d thought it was stupid when I added them to his cart online the other night. I’d assured him chicks liked getting scared. It made their pussies so much wetter.
"We've been the kings of this fucking place since we leveled up and this is our last year. We’re going out in style. I got my new eye, and Swayze covered his scar up with a badass tattoo.” He flipped the camera and motioned for me to lift my shirt. I snickered and obliged while he got a close-up of the scorpion tattoo that covered my kidney scar. I put my shirt back down and he stood up, addressing his viewers.
“This summer is about to be the craziest fucking party from May til October. Make sure you're following us, so you can see it all when it happens. Oh, and come see us at Risky Rush Park in Lochary Lake, New Jersey. I'm your boy Koi, and I'll be running the rides." Koi raised his lanyard, flashing his badge. "And Swayze is the manager of the water park. So come, have some fun, and if you see us, take some selfies or something. See everyone soon."
He ended the live, and we exhaled. Koi and I had gone semi-viral with some thirst traps, and now and again, he liked to get on and talk to our followers. I hated it.
“Hey, I want one of those.” One of the game operators, Andrew, a tall redhead, came up and gave Koi a fist bump. “That’s clever. Let me see.”
I offered him my mask, and he examined it. “These are one of the cooler versions. With the aged coloring and dirt and stuff. You’re gonna get so much pussy. Or cock, whichever.” Andrew smirked.
I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and placed it between my lips. I looked up at the sky. It was mid-May and already the sun was beating down on us. This summer was going to be brutal. “The only cock we take is each other’s. Sorry to get your hopes up.”
“I thought you two were done coming back. Didn’t you get jobs over at the fire station?” Andrew scratched his head.
“Yeah, but we don’t start until after the park season is over,” Koi answered.
“You both firemen then?”
“No, just Koi. I’m an EMT.” I answered.
“Oh, someone said you went through the police academy.” He pointed to the handcuffs I had folded and looped through my belt. “Those real or just for show?”
“Wait til the end of the summer to ask. I’m sure some girls will have stories to tell.” I smirked, then zoned out, surveying the camp. This year was gonna be fucking lit. Just one quick scan, and I'd already seen about a dozen hot girls giggling and looking our way. I waved at Ruth, Chitra, and Beth. They waved excitedly back, and I made a mental list of all the things I could do with them.
"Anyways, I came over to see if you had anything." Andrew rubbed his finger under his nose. He handed me my mask, and I slid it on, letting it rest on top of my head.
"Day one?" I cocked an eyebrow as my hand went into my pocket, fondling the 8-ball I had in there.
"I thought we were partying tonight."
"We are. Come to my cabin in a bit." I looked around. There was no reason to sneak around. No one cared what we did, so long as we did our jobs.
"Sure, yeah." Andrew nodded. "You might wanna watch out for Marisol. I caught her earlier. She's on one today. I heard they finally read their dad’s will."
I blinked in mild interest.
