"Hi, boys!" Ruth, the pretty blonde with bouncy tits, sans bra, came over to us. Koi and I both had fucked her last year but were left unimpressed. Despite my disinterest, my attention was on her crop top with the Risky Rush logo on it. If she lifted her arms, I was pretty sure we'd see nipple. "Have you guys signed up for orientation? Everyone is required to attend."
Koi and I exchanged a look and then burst into laughter. Andrew slunk off before he could get sucked in.
"Orientation?" Koi snickered. "We've been working at this shithole since we were fourteen. We know this place probably better than the owner's kids. See this?" He lifted his badge and shook it. "This says I'm your fucking boss. Swayze and I are the CCs for camp. Now get the fuck away from me."
She stalked away. "Whatever."
"Great. She was my pussy for tonight," I punched his shoulder. "It's day one and you're already pulling the CC card?"
"Why wouldn't I? It got me so much pussy last year. Camp Counselor Koi at your service." He slid his mask down and pulled a condom out of his pocket with both our names printed on one side and the Risky Rush logo on the other."You're really going to fuck her again?"
I shrugged. Pussy was pussy.
He moved on. “You know how many of these I went through last year? A fucking 300-pack, by myself. I had 1,000 made this time. Hopefully, it'll last us."
I was just about to call Andrew back to go to our cabin when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, finding a name that always made my balls recede into my body, on the screen.
Marisol: Get your ass to orientation.
Marisol: Koi too.
"Who is it?" Koi's expression darkened. He'd seen the look on my face.
"Marisol needs us to go to orientation," I grumbled and followed the others down to the park and into the amphitheater to listen to Marisol and her brothers, Mattias and Fabian, go over everything. We sat in the back, and I put my feet up on the bench in front of us, closing my eyes.
This was the same shit I'd heard before. Fabian, the oldest, went through the rules. Watch for little kids. Make sure we're following the height and weight guidelines. Lifeguards couldn't have their phones on duty, and anyone operating a food cart or working in the restaurants needed to be wearing gloves and washing their hands.
Mattias took Fabian's place to talk. He was Marisol's twin brother, both of them two years younger than us. He gave us a lecture about what to say if someone got hurt at the park, and how to act so we didn't get sued. Again, nothing new. Everyone knew that this park was dangerous. Koi and I were living proof, having lost an eye to flying debris last summer, and me getting punctured in the kidney by a broken piece of coaster two summers ago. We should have been closed down years ago after Mr. Risky died. Instead, his brother took over, and somehow, they kept turning the power back on each and every summer.
I began to daydream about later tonight when I'd snort a few lines, crack open a bottle of whiskey, and find a pussy to sink my cock in when Marisol's shrill voice boomed into the microphone so loud I dropped my feet and sat up. I looked down at the stage, where she was pacing and waving her arms wildly while yelling about how she was the operations manager, and she ran the show.
"I'm your boss. Not them, not my uncle. Me. So you fuck up in front of me, and you're out."
"Why is she being so cunty this year?" I asked Koi.
Beth, a pretty black girl with yellow locks and a face full of metal, turned around. "Didn't you hear? The rest of their dad's will was read. It was sealed for so many years. Turns out, they don't get anything until that other sister is found. You know, the one that went missing like, seven years ago right after he died?"
My blood ran cold. The memory of that night flashed in my mind. Koi and I had been the last ones to see her, right before she ran off into the night. We'd promised never to tell what we saw.
And we hadn't.
"What's her name again?”
I glanced at Koi, whose face was just as grim, and I answered.
"Domino."
Rule 4 - Swayze
There are no secrets.
"That's crazy, right? He can't hold their inheritance hostage like that. He's dead." Koi tossed his Jason mask on the table and pulled a hoodie over his head. He went to his bed and flopped onto it, face first. We were the only ones who had a cabin to ourselves. Everyone else had 6-15. We needed space for a card table and all of our other shit. One of the perks when you lose body parts here.
Andrew sat at the table, waiting patiently for me to dig out my box.
"It doesn't surprise me," he chimed in. "She was Mr. Risky's favorite."
"How do you even remember that?" Koi huffed.
