SPLASH!!!

Ava suddenly felt weightless before her body hit the warm pool water. Her self-pleasuring hand immediately retracted as her body instinctively reacted to be above water. As she managed to get her head out of the water she quickly got her bearings and cleared her soaking red hair away from her face. She was still a few feet from the crowd in the pool but had a front row seat to contestant 1 celebrating. DJ Fuego came over with a giant novelty check, a plastic crown, and discretely slapped her thick ass yet again.

"PLAYER CLUB YOUR WET T-SHIRT CHAMPION!" he announced through his wireless mic. He softly grabbed Ava's wrist and lifted her arm up high. "Let's hear it for the hometown favorite, contestant numba' 1!!!" The mob once again loudly approved of Sasha's resumed accolade of wet t-shirt champion. Among all the commotion the agent almost forgot about the raven haired woman. She tried to peer through the crowded pool to where she last saw her, only to see small waves crash into the side of the pool. While DJ Fuego began speaking to crowd about Player Club and next events, a large Player Club staff member directed Ava to the side of the pool and offered his hand to lift out Ava. From there she walked back behind the curtained-off lounge. She quickly dried herself off and snagged her royal blue bikini top before re-tying it to her body. As she made her way past celebration, she almost bumped into a woman entering the first cabana.

"Oops, sorry!" quickly apologized Ava, although she was pretty sure the young woman was at fault. She was on her way when she decided to look back at the cabana. She noticed the woman had opened the cabana curtain but had not yet entered. Ava was taken aback as she was met with an evil glance with bright green eyes. The woman was gorgeous, her tanned body was something most professional models would kill for. Her golden-red hair flowed like fire around her freckled face before the cabana curtain closed behind her.

Ava shook off the woman and continued to the bar. Suddenly Angel was right next to her, walking in stride. Angel was still holding a service tray with a lone mix drink. Pissed at herself for not winning, Ava grabbed it from the tray and took a swig.

"Fuck!" she muttered under her breath so only her and her fellow agent could hear. "Well that didn't help us at all finding Victor. Please tell me you made out better than I did." Ava took another gulp of the very sweet drink while awaiting Angel's response. After hearing nothing but silence, Ava looked to her colleague.