Breathing heavily, Floriana wheezed as she gingerly lifted herself up from off the marshy, flood ravaged ground. Stumbling as she rose, the Florentine beauty sullenly dug her studs into the turf for support, as the relentless rainfall continued to cascade down upon the perpetual swamp that engulfed the ten-metre line. Winded and bemired, the fly half was the wretched victim of a merciless tackle by her bitter rival, the beguiling, Machiavellian winger Alice. Her rancorous, remorseless foe belligerently dumped the club captain into a turbid, voluminous puddle of mud. As her face unceremoniously thudded into the dank, murky soil, brown sludge shot up the inside of Floriana's loose flowing jersey, unsparingly spraying over her covetous, well-toned stomach. Forebodingly, mud continued to surge down over her cheeks as she languidly scrambled to her feet, before belatedly spitting out a mouthful of slime and dirt. Cloaked in mud, her grubby, bespattered, greasy black hair weighed heavily upon her neck and every last inch of her body ached as she cumbrously dragged herself back into position. The game was only a practice session, but as captain of the Jaguars, the local women's rugby team, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Aged twenty-five, the intimidating fly half stood proudly at five-foot-eight and wore her striking, wavy, raven hair, down to her firm, ample chest. Of Italian descent, Floriana possessed electrifying, olive coloured skin, which she accentuated with black eye shadow that drew strangers alluringly to her fierce, piercing eyes. Highly fashion conscious, even on the rugby field, Floriana wore dramatic blusher, which added rouge to her lean, sculpted, glowing cheeks. She wasn't vain, she felt, she was just extremely proud of her appearance. But her overriding, competitive, desire for victory ensured that like many of her teammates, Floriana begrudgingly tied up her hair and smothered her legs with Vaseline every time she took to the pitch.

Sport was her life. Having started as a fitness instructor, through tenacity and hard work, Floriana had meteorically risen to become assistant manager at the local gym. Even in the relentlessly macho environment of her workplace, she had come to be both highly respected and even feared. On the rugby pitch it was no different; she was a beast.

It was through her passion for rugby that she had met Johnny, her bald, ruggedly handsome and ever so unreliable cad of a boyfriend. The full-back in the men's team, Johnny, also twenty-five, was lamentably a massive flirt. Highly amorous, he was a slave to his unquenched desires. But to Floriana's knowledge, he'd never actually cheated on her, for as she thought everybody knew, she was far too good a catch.

Nevertheless, just two weeks ago, Floriana had thought she'd caught Johnny flirting with Mia, a pretty, nubile, brunette teenager, at their usual stomping ground, the White Hart Inn. For once, she'd actually been mistaken, for Johnny had been nothing more than a third wheel as his teammate, the dapper, suave and sophisticated Gabe, chatted up Mia's older companion, the bewitchingly attractive Emily.

Despite his indignation, feeling guilty over prior affairs, Johnny was keen to placate his girlfriend, so bought her the adorable, yet rebellious, cream Labrador puppy called Jasper. Inevitably, the young couple were in over their heads, lacking the patience to fully house train the cheeky scoundrel.

Her pet unyielding in his mischief and her love life equally tumultuous, Floriana was likewise doubting her standing amongst the inner circle of her once loyal and adoring friends. Impetuous and hot-blooded, Floriana possessed a fiery temper. But she was a natural leader, so it came as no surprise when she was voted as the Jaguar's youngest ever captain, a position she had now held for almost five years.

Surprisingly Floriana was never really that popular at school, where she had been mistakenly, she thought, held to be both vain and conceited. Yet on the rugby field, Floriana had uncovered a host of likeminded souls. Now, immensely venerated and highly esteemed, she dominated every room that she entered. Almost dictatorial in her outlook, her teammates fed her prodigious ego and obsequiously relied upon her for both direction and advice. But their servitude and sycophancy could never last forever and Floriana was vainly trying to grip onto her unbowed influence as it slowly started to drain mournfully away.

Floriana had felt her standing threatened, the very moment that her nemesis, Alice, first marched triumphantly into the club. The pretty, graceful, twenty-year-old brunette, was the only player who matched, or arguably surpassed, Floriana in terms of looks, temperament and talent. After walking straight into the team, the adroit, canny winger instantly began to win matches for the Jaguars all on her own. Floriana's prowess with the boot was no longer the crucial game changer that it once had been. Unbelievably, her teammates failed to appreciate the vital role, she as fly half, played in setting their star player up on her way. It no longer mattered how many miracle penalties she landed, when the ludicrously talented Alice scored a hat trick of tries every single match.

Despite her immediate success, Alice was not quite as popular with her teammates as she had thought to expect. At least half still worshipped at the feet of their captain. But whilst Floriana, a skilful orator, tempered her teammates' orders and demands, hectoring and insolent, Alice had the lasting reputation of an obnoxious bully. For Alice had yet to escape the baggage of her ornery teenage years of tyranny and poison.

Nevertheless, her younger teammates especially, had increasingly begun to respect her. On the pitch, they had started to turn to her, not Floriana, for advice. Despite not even being vice-captain, it became common place for Alice to shout orders at her fellow backs from the wing. Orders, which often contradicted the jarring, gruelling tactics of the captain, but which were, unfortunately for Floriana, begrudgingly effective. The Jaguars were having their best season for almost ten years. With four games left to lay, they were just two points behind the league leaders the Vipers, who were due to play away at the Jaguars the following weekend.

But despite her innate talent, the malignant Alice stood at barely five-foot-three. Just last month, the winger had gone on trial for the county team, only to be told she was too short to make it at the highest level. Yes, she had incredible core strength, executed a perfect tackle and could run one hundred metres in under twelve seconds, but she was just far too short. At county level, taller, less athletic and inferiorly talented women could just easily brush her aside. But amongst local amateurs, who were lucky if they trained twice a week, Alice was ironically a big fish in a very small pond. Floriana had, herself, gone for a county trial, two years ago, only to get injured and be unable to take part. The Italian was thus hoping that her team's exploits would lead to another invitation, but Alice's villainy and malevolence jeopardised her dream.

With the scale of Alice's short-term ambitions limited to the club captaincy, Floriana, feeling threatened, sensed an imminent challenge for her position. Ordinarily, a teammate challenging her for supremacy wouldn't have given the raven-haired fly half a moment for concern. But ever since their number eight had slept with the inside centre's boyfriend, morale and camaraderie amongst the Jaguars had plummeted to a seedy, careworn low. The trust and kinship amongst the tight nipped group had begun to uncontrollably unravel. The entire squad began to suspect their teammates of going behind their back and making a play for their man, or even worse, for their place on the team.

Single and assured of her place on the wing, Alice had no such trifling concerns. A curly brunette, she had an imperious, size ten, hour glass figure. The shortest member of the squad, Alice also thought herself the most attractive. Initially, though she longed to be captain, Alice had also desired for Floriana to be her friend. To the winger, Floriana seemed effortlessly popular, whereas she had always struggled to make true, lasting friends. Partly this was due to Alice's reputation as a bully. Other than her blonde, rugby hating, best friend Carly, Alice had always hung out with older, and far more cultured, slightly aloof women. At school, she'd found the girls her age overly silly and immature and had thus treated them with withering disdain. Secretly quite anxious and insecure, she had made one girl's life a living hell. Pitiful Alexandra, she had long, and correctly, suspected to be a lesbian. Thus, Alice had ignominiously bullied her for five long years. Yet, partly due to her fervently religious upbringing, Alex had refused to publicly come out, despite being in a secret relationship with her now ex-partner Ava for over a year.

Vaguely aware of her reputation, Alice's peers both feared and resented her; they shunned her vile airs. Nevertheless, out on the rugby field, the past was no longer of concern. Her teammates didn't care if Alice was repugnant or unpleasant, they were simply glad that she was on their team. Winning games was all that mattered, yet Alice still felt that she continuously had something to prove. One bad game and all her good work would be forgotten. It didn't matter how many tries she scored, she would never be as respected and adored as Floriana. Yet she sensed that Floriana was not so sure. Floriana felt threatened and now was the time to strike. Yet Alice sensibly considered that a challenge for the club captaincy midseason could have drastic and dire consequences for their short-term form. Ultimately, she wanted to win the title more than she wanted to be club captain. Lifting the trophy aloft would show those ignorant county selectors that they were hideously mistaken. So, if she couldn't be club captain, she could at least be Floriana's friend. If Floriana liked her, then surely soon would everybody else.

In a bid to ingratiate herself with Floriana, Alice had invited the fly half, vice-captain Linda and the rest of Floriana's inner circle, out to lunch at the White Hart Inn, the pub where she worked. To Alice's great pleasure, Floriana eagerly accepted and insisted upon inviting Johnny and his friends Barney and Gabe along too. A genuine heartthrob, Gabe lived just two streets away from Alice, and she had fancied the handsome number eight for years. For the past six months she had been certain that Gabe was poised to ask her out, but the invitation had never came.

To Alice's dismay, it was the bungling, grotesque, blockhead known as Barney who chanced his hand with her first. Johnny's childhood best friend, Barney attempted a clumsy, cringe worthy chat up line, and insulted, Alice had viciously slapped him in full view of all their friends. Aiming to humiliate, she'd badmouthed him to every single woman that she knew, much to vice-captain Linda's displeasure who appreciated that Barney was too sweet a soul to be the lecherous monster that Alice exclaimed.

To make matters worse, come the day of the pub lunch, Gabe had the temerity to ask the posh brunette out Emily instead. Right under Alice's nose too! They had even made out together in the men's toilets and it pained Alice to hear Emily's taunting screams. The afternoon could hardly have gone any worse. But then Floriana mistook the bashful blushing of Emily's companion Mia as a brazen attempt to flirt with Johnny. Enraged, she tipped a bucket of ice cold water over the unsuspecting brunette. Alice had exploded in glee as the water seeped through the teenager's now translucent, green surplice dress. Her erect nipples visible through the delicate fabric, Mia screamed as the freezing liquid plastered her flowing hair to her face. Her friend stood motionless and humiliated, Emily had marched into the bar seeking revenge. But that proved a grave mistake.

Floriana, glowing in the adulation of her friends, was caught off guard as Emily tipped a pint of shandy over her radiant hair. Her eye shadow and blusher running down her cheeks, Floriana erupted into a paroxysm of violent fury as the ale dribbled down over her chest. Looking back, her explosive rage further emphasised to Alice just why the fly half was no longer fit to be captain. Yet despite Floriana's ferocious apoplexy, caught in the moment, Alice's yearning to ingratiate herself with the Italian, drove her to follow Floriana's emptying of a bottle of vodka over the brunette with a bottle of coke of her own. Her modesty protected by her translucent, pale orange summer dress, Emily shuddered as coke oozed down over her crotch as Floriana's entire circle of friends jumped to their captain's highly prized defence.

To Alice's great surprise, the usually candid and honourable Linda held Emily down as Floriana thrust her adversary's face into chocolate ganache, before wiping what remained of the frosting over Emily's semi-exposed, supple breasts. As Floriana traced the curves of Emily's chest with one hand, she upturned a lemon meringue pie over her hair with the other. Triumphant and in control, Floriana relished the opportunity to prove to her teammates that she was truly above reproach. As Floriana continued to taunt Emily, Alice turned her attention towards Mia, who had belatedly snapped out of her frozen stupor and come hurtling to her entrapped friend's aid. Both stronger and faster than the teenager, Alice swiftly gained the upper hand. Rugby tackling the brunette to the floor, Alice flung a pint of bitter over Mia's pleading, dazzling face. The startled teen at her mercy, Alice brutally emptied a litre jug of thick double cream over her flowing, auburn hair.

Her dress ripped by the ferocity of Alice's tackle, Mia cowered on the floor with her knickers visible under the torn shreds of her surplice dress. Unable to retaliate, Mia was rescued by Barney, who caught Alice by surprise by thrusting a luxurious chocolate torte into the side of her face. Hearing the furore, her teammates turned towards her, just as Barney continued her humiliation by slamming a bowl of raspberry trifle over her head. As the glutinous custard and cream ran down inside her blue plunge neck top and over her breasts, Alice could only watch on, seething in silent rage, as Johnny and Gabe rescued Emily by placating her teammates without resorting to messy retaliation. With chocolate smeared over her forehead, custard daubed over her cheeks and lumps of jelly defiling her chest, Alice bristled with resentment as Linda and the others walked away spotless and pristine.

Her teammates watching on with indifference, Barney and Mia handcuffed Alice to the side of the bar. With Floriana storming indignantly out of the Inn, Alice's teammates swiftly followed their leader, leaving Alice at the mercy of Mia and Emily who were chomping for revenge.

Not content with making out with Gabe, Emily poured a pint of lumpy custard over Alice's raggedy auburn hair, before gleefully grinding a strawberry cheesecake into her slimy, besmirched, once elegant face. Mia meanwhile, avowing justice, ripped Alice's blue plunge neck top clean off her chest. Wearing nothing but her bra, Alice felt humbled and debased as Mia emptied a bowl of Eton mess down her cleavage before pushing her head into a monstrous chocolate gateau. Blinded by glutinous lumps of chocolate sauce, Alice forlornly cried out to Barney for salvation. But seeking revenge, Barney satisfied his vengeance by emptying an entire bottle of chocolate sauce over her face before mockingly spraying her clean with a bottle of seltzer.

Sat shivering by the bar, Alice swore that Mia began checking her out. The teenager seemingly fantasized over Alice as she scrutinized every exquisite curve of her half naked body, before completing her torment by slamming a sticky toffee pie onto the tip of her nose. Then to Alice's almost disbelief, the landlord, dismayed at the destruction of his award-winning pub, opened a barrel of stale ale above her head, letting its contents pour down all over her and onto his sodden, ruined floor. As the beer pounded against her pale, muculent, exposed skin, Alice vowed her bitter revenge. To her delight, she would not have long to wait. Despite Alice's indifference towards Barney, her mother was a close friend of his parents. Furthermore, her best friend Carly worked at Blythe and Reed's, the high-end clothes boutique owned by Barney's mum. Conspiring together, the three women organised for Mia to be surprised by buckets of slime and cream pies as she was trying on clothes in their store.

Ever scheming, Alice patiently awaited Mia's next move. Barely a week later, scarcely believable circumstances brought the warring brunette's together once more. Dazzle, a second-rate pop band, of whom Gaby, a girl in Alice's schoolyear was a member, came to town. The raison d'etre for their visit being for Bea, their youngest member, to meet up with her half-sister Jessica, who was Mia's best friend. Choosing the White Hart Inn as their reunion's venue, Alice, working her weekly barmaid shift, was caught up in the gigantic food fight that erupted after Gaby had jokingly smashed a lemon meringue pie into Mia's tempting, charming face. Committing the fatal error of laughing at Gaby's misfortune, as a key lime pie was launched at her from point blank range, Alice fell victim to the emptying of a melting strawberry trifle over her brunette hair in return. Nevertheless, the much-anticipated showdown between Alice and Mia never fully materialised and so the brunette left dissatisfied and keenly awaiting Mia's return.

In contrast, with cool-headed equanimity, Alice began to actively plot her revenge against Floriana, Linda and the rest of her teammates who left her stripped and humiliated, abandoning her like cowards, as they made their swift escape from the bar. Clearly, they weren't, and never would be, truly her friends. Alice avowed that Floriana, especially, must receive her messy comeuppance and lose the captaincy that she no longer deserved.

Nevertheless, one girl, who had not been invited to the White Hart, continued to look up to Alice, despite the embarrassment and humiliation heaped upon her by recent events. For Paris, Linda's younger sister, much to Alice's clear displeasure, dearly wanted to be more than just good friends. Linda, the vice-captain, was desperate for her nineteen-year-old sibling to make her debut for the team. But Paris was a winger and fellow wingers Alice and Hayley were easily two of the best players in the entire squad. Furthermore, Floriana didn't think Paris would ever be ready, she was without doubt, the worst player that the Italian had ever seen.

For even though she was five-foot-eight, Paris was unbelievably skinny, though not quite anorexic, much to her sister's relief. Regardless, Paris was barely a size eight when even Floriana was a fulsome size twelve! Floriana couldn't fathom how Paris could cope playing against much stronger, older and brawnier women. But Linda was adamant that Paris was ready; if Alice could cope playing against taller, muscular women, then so could her younger sister. But then again, naturally gifted Alice possessed pace, brains and talent. Paris enjoyed none of these advantages. Yet despite all the overriding evidence to the contrary, Linda continued to push Floriana towards giving her sister a place on the team. Stressed and frustrated by her best friend's lack of clarity and perspective, the pressure was beginning to pile upon Floriana and Alice was ready to wreak revenge.

Nineteen-year-old Paris had sleek, shoulder length, dyed cherry red hair, with thick bangs, which hung loosely down to her eyebrows over her pale, milky white skin. Standing at five foot eight, she was much slighter than her muscular older sister and her pert, youthful breasts were far more inconsequential. Despite the colour of her hair, far brighter than her sister, Linda was anything like a stereotypical blonde. Eight years older than Paris, she had always mothered her younger sibling and it showed. Lacking confidence and independence, Paris, an unexpected child, had been doted on by her entire delighted family. Spoilt rotten, whenever Paris was faced by a problem, oblivious about how to react, she often crumbled and froze.

With both her parents rugby mad, Linda had inherited her father's well-built physique. So, it was no surprise that she taken to rugby at a very young age. A solid, if dependable, loose head prop, she hadn't scored a try now in almost four years. Brilliant at arm-wrestling, much to her great pleasure, she was able to beat most of the men's team with ease. As a youngster, she had been bullied by many of her peers over her weight. But unlike most of the other stout girls her age, Linda's large frame was all muscle and after plunging the head of one particularly vile, skinny brunette down the toilet, her cowardly tormentors soon learnt to leave her alone. Inevitably she'd been excluded, but her exploits gave her an air of mystery, and soon drew the attention of the Jaguars who invited her for a trial and she had remained a vital cog in their second row ever since. Now far more placid and forgiving, she'd grown wary of shrewish, bitchy women and Alice's noxious reputation meant that the vice-captain, meaning well, soon saw to her exclusion from Floriana's inner circle of trusted friends.

In contrast to Linda, Paris was blessed with her mother's slim physique. But unlike her mother, she rarely attracted the unwanted attention of libidinous teenage boys. Extremely quiet, she kept herself to herself. Soon the reason became very clear. Paris had started to have feelings for one of her oldest, closest friends. Linda swiftly realised that her younger sister might be a lesbian. Unsure of how to react, Linda worked to build up Paris's confidence and took her on multifarious shopping adventures to help shape and build her identity through her expanding, bulging wardrobe.

Sure enough, Paris soon became hooked. She dyed her sandy blonde hair cherry red and vowed to no longer wear jeans, or skirts that reached down below her waist. No longer afraid of showing skin, Paris recognised that her svelte, elegant legs were her best features and was determined to display them to the world. Unlike most of her friends, who preferred to buy dresses and shoes, Paris went on a wild spurge and bought fifteen swimsuits and bikinis, much to her sister's amusement and their shop assistant's delight. On a split second's whim, Paris decided to take up swimming and spent the next two years gliding up and down the lanes of the swimming pool at the leisure centre where Floriana had recently begun to work.

But by the age of seventeen, restless and bored with the relentless, repetitive nature of her favoured stroke, front crawl, Paris ditched her swimming goggles and set off in search of a new, more exhilarating pastime. Having spent her entire life savings on swimming gear, Paris desperately needed a new source of income. Keen to help, Linda landed her a job as a cleaner at the rugby club. Growing up, Paris had never really shown any keen interest in rugby, but ever observant as she disinterestedly swept the floor, she witnessed how Linda's carefree, upbeat teammates gelled as practised their maul. Ever the dreamer, Paris longed to belong to such a strong, loyal group of friends. By now, most of her old friends had gone off to college or chose to spend their every last moment with their useless, apathetic boyfriends who shunned her kooky eccentricities and laughed at the colour of her hair.

Ignoring her persecutors, Paris decided to experiment with her sexuality. But after just a few months together, Paris' former partner suddenly decided that she wasn't actually ready to be a lesbian after all. Crushed, Paris plunged deep into despair. Beginning to drift, she had no future, no plans, no passions; nothing to look forward to as she spent her each and every day inattentively cleaning the toilets for her sister and her loyal pack of friends.

But then, one day, Alice walked into her life. Instantly besotted, sensing a similarly restless soul and ambiguous sexuality, Paris vowed to win the brunette's heart. On the spot, Paris joined the Jaguars and begged her sister to help her get into the team. Willing and enthusiastic to her sister's new-found vigour, Linda agreed, but Paris had an awful lot to learn. Yes, she was athletic. Yes, she was fairly skilled when handling the ball. But not having grown up watching much rugby, Paris took months to fully understand the secrets and nuances of her family's favourite sport. But she was a keen learner and soon realised that her unrequited crush would continue to ignore her if she kept on dropping the ball.

For a joke, Linda, sensing a tension between them, fixed it so that Paris' locker would be next to Alice's. Twice a week, for months on end, Alice stripped and stood half naked besides the girl for whom she was her dream. Paris admired her fierce streak, her headstrong independence and her steamy, shapely behind. To further encourage her, Alice appeared to be blowing off the close attentions of likewise besotted members of the men's squad, except for Gabe, whose motives appeared mysterious to them all. Nevertheless, Paris concluded that Alice was unlikely to be a closeted lesbian, but she sure gave off encouraging signs that she might be bisexual after all.

Encouraged, Paris took to wearing low cut tops and short skirts to training, thus soon drawing the ire of Floriana. Floriana loved her clothes as much as the next woman, but this was a rugby club, not a fashion show. Silently, Paris accused her captain of hypocrisy, given the amount of eye liner and blusher that she chose to wear.

Nevertheless, gradually, Paris began to improve at rugby; she was almost ready to make her debut for the team. Under much laboured conversation with her vice-captain, Floriana had decided that Paris might make a decent winger. But they already had two great players in that position and Floriana wasn't keen to drop either of them whilst they were still going for the title. It simply wasn't the right time to ease in a novice. From Floriana's point of view, it would never be the right time to ease in Paris.

Alice meanwhile, began to notice Paris's intense interest in her. She often caught the redhead staring at her as she changed. Discomforted, Alice realised that Paris might genuinely desire her. Soon enough, her teammates noticed too. Paris' skimpy clothing became a clubhouse joke and their fellow backs ensured that the redhead would always end up sitting next to Alice on every away trip or team social. Fuming, Alice thought it was no wonder that Gabe was never able to approach her! Paris simply always just got in her way. But Alice was too savvy to tell the teenager to leave her alone. For Alice had Paris wrapped around her little finger and figured that her undying devotion could come in very handy should she chose to take advantage of her prey.

In contrast, Floriana was now completely fed up with the redhead. During training, the winger continued to run around aimlessly and fumble every ball that miraculously came her way. Floriana sensed that Paris had no real interest in rugby, only in Alice. She wasn't strong enough to play, she couldn't tackle and she couldn't even kick the ball. Yes, she was fast, but Alice was quicker and Hayley didn't drop every other pass out wide. Floriana tried breaching the subject with Linda but couldn't ever find the words. Linda was overjoyed at her sister's progress and would often point out how Floriana had once dropped the ball on the line when she had seemed certain to score. Floriana wasn't exactly going to tell the girl that she wasn't welcome at the club. They were a tight knit group, or they had been before the number eight had begun to sleep around. Plus, Linda was the vice-captain and if Floriana lost her support, she or Alice could make a play for the captaincy. So, the Italian Floriana was content to just let Paris train with the team, never fully expecting her to ever get close to a game.

Ever perceptive, Alice figured that despite the setback at the White Hart, the winger maintained the support of just under half the squad for a potential challenge to Floriana's captaincy. She realised that if she could strip Floriana of Linda's undying loyalty, then she might just have enough votes to triumph. So, Alice pledged to turn Linda and Floriana against each other, using the secret weapon at her disposal: Paris. If Alice could make Linda choose between her best friend and her sister, she would surely side with Paris. The dual rejections by the County team and her teammates at the White Hart spurred Alice forward and today's training session gave her the perfect opportunity to set her nefarious plans into play.

Floriana had organised for the Jaguars to play a short practice match after training. A sudden downpour had left the marshy pitch extremely roily and slippery underneath. Not two minutes had passed when Floriana found herself approaching the ten-metre line with only Alice left to beat. Floriana tried to dummy a pass inside but Alice was too quick, too smart, too knowing and didn't fall for her evasive sidestep. The winger slammed into her opponent's waist and thrust her down, directly into the mire on the touchline.

With the ball having lodged into the depths of a grimy, opaque puddle, Alice's team quickly stole possession. Calling for the ball, the winger held up play just long enough for Floriana to get herself back onside, before passing to Paris. Not expecting the ball, the youngster dithered allowing Alice to purposefully wander offside. Swamped by the opposition, with no one to offload to, Paris opted to make a heroic dart for the corner, only to get pitilessly walloped by the unrepentant Floriana. The fly half's tackle was so ferocious that she inadvertently ripped the side of the teenager's shorts. Riled and enraged, Floriana momentarily lost control. As Paris tried to wriggle free, the raven-haired beauty propelled the redhead down into the quagmire once more, ripping her shorts clean from her bruised, aching thighs. Dazed as she blindly scrambled around in the mud, Paris accidentally tripped up over Floriana as she tried to rise. Inflamed after being kicked in the ribs, Floriana wildly flailed an air punch in Paris' direction, before a distraught Linda ran to her startled sister's much needed aid.

"Hey, Floriana, leave Paris alone. It was an accident," Linda wailed in desperation. Still fuming and incensed, Floriana replied, "But she's utterly useless, she always just gets in the way. As long as I'm captain, she'll never play" Suddenly, Linda slapped her best friend across the left cheek, and before their dumbfounded teammates could react, the two women began to brawl. Rolling around on the boggy ground, the stronger Linda pushed Floriana's face deep down into the mud. Holding her captain's head to the ground, Linda shouted, "Don't you dare threaten my sister!" As the two flankers pulled Linda away, a melee broke out between those who supported Floriana and those who wanted to see her deposed. Spotting her chance, Alice tripped up the unsuspecting Hayley, as she blindly came running to her vice-captain's aid.

Hayley, twenty-three, stood at five-foot-seven and was blessed with slender, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. Humble and unassuming, the gym fanatic possessed a perfectly toned body and supple, perky breasts. Despite their public admiration for the voluptuous Floriana, a silent majority of the men's team secretly felt the effortless blonde to be the prettiest lady in the entire team. Admittedly, the bewitchingly provocative Alice was far more sensual and the exotic Floriana possessed an appreciatively larger chest. But the charming, radiant Hayley was kinder, funnier and unashamedly feminine. Furthermore, after a fallow period spent getting over a particularly painful break up, the risqunature of Hayley's most recent attire suggested to her male counterparts that she was back in the game.

Not an unpleasant bone in her body, Hayley cut a sharp contrast to the fierce and abrasive Alice and Floriana. Mellow, smart and altruistic, she found Floriana highly strung, vapid and pretentious. So it was no surprise that Hayley was denied access to the captain's inner circle and thus, to her frustration, was never given a say in the running of the team.

A winger, she had originally felt threatened by the emergence of Alice, but given their position, there was space enough for the two of them to play on the same team. Like Alice, Hayley was no slouch; she could run the one hundred metres in under 12.6 seconds. But barely a month after her arrival, Alice started outscoring her older rival in almost every game. Soon enough, the Jaguar's entire play began being directed down Alice's wing, with Floriana, in particular, always kicking in Alice's direction. Yet recently, Hayley noted that Floriana no longer sought to play the ball out wide to the team's star player. Highly perceptive, Hayley noticed the petty jealousy and resentment the captain held against Alice before the brunette had even realised it for herself. Forever selfish, Floriana no longer put the team first. In Hayley's opinion, she was no longer fit to be captain.

Unlike many of her teammates, the blonde chose to look past Alice's prior demons. Though they could hardly be called friends, the two wingers respected each other and shared a mutual mistrust in Floriana, uniting them as they became more isolated as Floriana continued her reign.

Though she found Alice slightly precious and aloof, Hayley felt that the brunette would be a far superior captain than the dictatorial Floriana. Furthermore, as a fellow winger, Alice would be far more likely to seek out Hayley's advice than the current incumbent who downplayed the role and importance of the wingers to the general structure and organisation of the team. Most importantly to Hayley, Alice loved rugby, more than she loved herself. The same could not be said for Floriana. Hayley welcomed and awaited Alice's inevitable leadership challenge; though unlike the fiery brunette, she was prepared to wait until the current season's end before the change.

Ironically, despite her shrinking influence with the Jaguars, it was Hayley, not Floriana or Alice who had played for the County side. Only twice mind, and even then, only as a sub. Nevertheless, Alice and Floriana, in particular, raged jealously for days. Hayley suspected that was why neither of them had passed to her when the scouts came sniffing around last time five months ago. But then, Floriana never really passed to her anyway, so that was hardly a change.

Rumour had it that a different county scout was coming to watch their next game against the Vipers. So even though she had tweaked her left hamstring the day before, contrary to Linda's advice, Hayley insisted on taking part in training, in order to cement her place in the team. But screaming around in agony as her buckling left knee hit the turf, Hayley instantly regretted her misguided, foolish decision. Her dream of a County recall could now be forgotten. Caught up in the rumpus between Linda and Floriana, Hayley failed to notice who had barged into her as she ran towards the scuffle. Had she done so, the following week's events would surely have taken a different turn.

Back in the moment, the cries of the winger returned Floriana and Linda to their senses. Fearing the worst, Floriana rushed to her stricken teammate. 'My knee's busted', Hayley cried out in despair. "Hayley, I warned you", chided Linda without malice, in return. The prop then turned towards her captain, declaring, "Well it looks like we're going to need another winger." Floriana turned pale as she considered her limited available options. Momentarily contemplating playing on the wing, herself, Floriana shrank before Linda's piercing, expectant gaze. Sheepishly, Floriana muttered, "Gee, Paris, would you like a game?" Pleased at the turn of events, Alice exclaimed, "Well done you cheeky little redhead", as she slapped Paris playfully on the backside so hard, that her shorts slipped down to her ankles once again.

A light drizzle returning, Floriana decided to end the practice session before anybody else became hurt. More out of hope than expectation, the winded captain inquired, "Any volunteers to pack the equipment away?" To her great surprise, with great gusto, Alice immediately replied, "We wingers will", much to the bruised and battered Hayley's dismay. "That means you too Paris", Linda cheekily reminded her overawed sister, as the redhead had turned to walk back to the changing rooms with everybody else.

Tired and scowling, Hayley hobbled over to Alice. Not meaning to moan, she groaned, "There won't be any hot water left by the time we've finished, Floriana aimlessly kicked three balls into the copse yet again!" "Cheer up Hayley. Hey, have you seen my dazzling new gym bag yet? I'll show it to you when we get back. I guarantee it will raise your spirits", Alice bragged to her fellow winger's utter bemusement. "Why on earth would I want to marvel at your bag? It better have magic powers you know!" Hayley muttered, more loudly than she intended, as she irritably kicked over a cone.

Meaning to give her sister a lift home, Linda disappeared off with Floriana into the captain's office in order to discuss tactics for the season defining game at the weekend. The room pretty snug, Floriana and Linda left their bags outside the office door. With unresolved tension still remaining between them, Floriana felt better that at least she couldn't be tempted to throw her bag at her vice-captain in frustration. Trying to lighten the mood, Floriana turned their conversation towards the Jaguar's upcoming calendar that she prayed would raise enough money to pay for their water bill in the next quarter. "Well I'm certainly not stripping down naked", clarified Linda, unsure of what Floriana implied. Continuing, the blonde added, "You can if you want, if you think it will sell more copies. But don't you dare pressure Paris into taking her clothes off. She's too innocent and nae not to realise what trouble that might cause." Nodding, Floriana suppressed a giggle as a guilty idea flashed across her mind. "Perhaps we should ask Alice, she'll do anything to get on the front cover. Plus, the entire men's team would be sure to buy it!" Laughing, Linda unwisely replied, "No doubt Johnny will buy ten copies!" Taken by surprise, Floriana's mood suddenly darkened. "On second thoughts, perhaps it ought to be a standard team photo", she suggested. "I guess so. But we do need hot water", Linda sardonically replied.

Meanwhile, back outside, the three wingers disappeared into the copse to collect the stray balls that Floriana had kicked into the woodland. "Hey, what are those three buckets doing here?" asked Hayley, highly suspicious. "Shouldn't they be under the holes in the roof of the boot room?" she continued to probe. Keeping a straight face, Alice lied, "I have absolutely no idea", having purposely moved them over to the woods three hours earlier. Hobbling along, Hayley spotted the first ball nestling in a bush whilst Paris located the second one lodged half way up a tree. Alice looked around her before finding the final ball floating in the small mud pit, deep into the shrubs. "Well, I'm not getting that, I already have a ball", remarked Hayley as she picked up the first ball. Wanting to avoid having to fetch the final ball from the mud pit, Paris put down her water bottle and immediately ran towards the tree, in order to get there before Alice. With grit and determination Paris began to clumsily scramble up the tree, only for Alice to throw the teenager's water bottle at the ball and knock it down to the ground.

"Looks like you're fetching the one from the mud", smirked Alice as she juggled the second ball in her hands. Defeated, Paris eased her way down the tree, before making her way over to the pit. Not wanting to wade into the mud, she leant over the bog and on her tiptoes reached down to pick up the ball. Sensing her moment, Alice pinged her ball straight at Paris' behind. As the teenager collapsed forward into the mud, the ball simply bounced back into Alice's grateful hands. Landing with a loud squelch, the redhead's front was completely covered, her face awash with brown, slimy sludge. Spluttering, she picked herself up from out the mud. "Guys, who did that?" giggled Paris, as she slid her hands down over her front. Alice pretended to look all angelic and innocent, only for Hayley to give the game away. "Why Alice of course", she chortled, whilst feeling guilty for laughing at the poor girl's expense. Suddenly, Paris had an idea. Expecting the blonde to agree with her, the redhead proposed, "Hayley, how about I gain my revenge and pour a bucket of mud over Alice?" But to her great surprise, Hayley disagreed. "No wait, I have a better idea. Why don't you pour a bucket, or three, over her brand-new bag that she won't shut up talking about? That'll teach her to stop showing off for sure!" "Hey", Alice protested, suppressing a smile, as both Hayley and Paris had walked straight into her trap.

The three girls each filled up a bucket with mud and carried them, along with the three balls, back to the pavilion. Finding the locker room deserted, the girls began to get unchanged. As Alice took off her top, Hayley grinned as she saw Paris' eyes linger over the small of her bare, mud spattered back. Exchanging knowing looks with the brunette, Hayley shook her head with incredulity as the younger girl had the cheek to blush as she began to strip off herself. Alice took her brand-new bag out of her locker and showed it to Paris. "Why don't we wait until after we're changed before destroying it?" Alice suggested. "Fine with me", laughed Paris, though in truth she couldn't wait to begin.

Showering in separate cubicles, Alice cut her shower short and dashed back into the changing room. Wrapping a towel around her damp body, she picked up her new bag and darted off towards the captain's office. Floriana had the exact same bag and Alice was intent on swapping it with hers before it got destroyed. Tiptoeing quietly to the door, Alice switched the bags and was about to turn around when she heard a bellowing voice echo down the corridor. "Floriana, are you there?" the booming voice called across the floor. To Alice's horror, it was Johnny, coming to pick up his girlfriend. Panicking as she swivelled round in shock, Alice's towel slipped down to the floor. Completely naked, she didn't have enough time to pick up and reposition her towel and so dived into the dirty kit laundry basket just as Johnny, blissfully unaware of her presence, walked briskly through the door.

Alice had escaped, just in time. But she'd left a puddle of water behind, leading straight to the wicker basket. Noticing the dank towel, Johnny stooped to pick it up, only to slip over in the puddle. Landing with a thunderous crash, his clumsiness stirred the attention of his girlfriend. "Hey Johnny, do be careful, the roof's leaking", she chortled as she swung open the office door, before noticing the puddle upon the floor. Continuing, she added, "I'll be ready in ten minutes, we're just going through our budget for the next year. You and Gabe should do the same, we're basically skint, I do hope you know." Floriana jumped to her feet and wrestled her boyfriend from off the slippery floor. Taking off the lid to the laundry basket she dropped the towel over Alice's head without glancing inside. As Alice felt the cold, clammy towel wrap around her neck, Johnny announced, "Alright, don't be long. I'll go wait in the car."

Once Floriana had safely disappeared back into the captain's office, Alice gingerly emerged from the laundry basket, wrapped the towel back across her chest and quickly tiptoed over the store cupboard to pick up a toilet roll. As Alice re-entered the changing room, Hayley, wearing a tight white t-shirt and purple polka dot knickers, asked accusingly, "Hey! Where've you been? We'd thought you'd bailed on us." "Oh, there wasn't any toilet paper left in one of the cubicles, I thought I'd replace it", the brunette lied, rather convincingly. "Why did you take your bag then?" Hayley continued, ever suspicious of Alice's real motives. "Alright then, I was going to chicken out, but hey I'm back", Alice panted in reply. Hayley nodded and forgave her fellow winger before a nagging thought suddenly struck her. She'd seen that very same bag somewhere before. Perhaps one of the others had it, but she couldn't be sure. Still in just her towel, Alice handed Floriana's bag to Paris, who in contrast, was almost fully clothed. "Here you are. Go on, do your worst", the brunette dared the teenager.

Paris gleefully opened up the bag and without pausing to consider the clothes, emptied the first bucket of mud over everything inside. Alice meanwhile, turned to Hayley and began, "Snog, marry, avoid. Johnny, Barney or Gabe?" "Oh, a tough one. I guess I'd snog Gabe, marry Johnny and avoid Barney I guess. Though no offence to Barney, it's just the other two are dashingly handsome, don't you think?" Hayley replied. "True, true", nodded Alice. "Hey, Paris what about you?" she continued as Paris continued to slosh the mud all over Floriana's clothes. "Oh, I'd probably marry Gabe." She began.

Floriana meanwhile, having noticed that she had picked up the wrong bag after getting changed, returned to the locker room, hoping to make an exchange. Entering through the side door, she called out, "Hey guys, I think" Suddenly Floriana froze, as Paris obliviously announced, "I'd snog Johnny for sure." "Hey, you little bitch", screeched Floriana before realising what Paris was doing to her clothes. "Hey, that's my bag!" she shouted with spiteful venom as she snatched her bag up from off the floor. With the second bucket still in Paris's grasp, the poor nae teenager was left unnerved, shaken and confused. Floriana wrestled the bucket from her grasp and was about to pour it over her cherry hair when Linda walked in through the open door. "What's all the commotion?" she yelled, before spotting her sister cowering beneath the feisty Italian. "Hey Floriana what are you doing?" she screamed as the Florentine beauty raised the bucket above Paris' head. Not wanting to offend her vice-captain any further, Floriana twisted the direction of her bucket and poured it over the unsuspecting Alice instead. Caught off guard, Alice was completely obliterated by the face full of mud. Blinded by the sudden downpour, Alice dropped her towel to the floor.

Standing completely naked in front of her teammates, Alice cringed with embarrassment as mud dripped down over her chest. "Oh, do cover up", jibed Floriana as she poured the final bucket over Alice's naked breasts. As the mud swamped down over Alice's crotch, Hayley knowingly chortled, "That'll teach you for swapping your bag with Floriana's." "Did she now?" asked Floriana intrigued, before picking up Alice's towel and whipping her mercilessly three times on the behind.
Wanting her torment to end, Alice wailed, "It was all Hayley's idea." As Floriana menacingly glared at the blonde, Hayley tentatively replied, "To be fair, I meant to suggest we pour the mud over Alice's bag, not yours." Unimpressed, Floriana dropped Alice's towel, snatched Hayley's bag and marched over to the showers. Opening the first cubicle door, the Italian took out the winger's purse and phone, removed the shower head from off its perch and sprayed a cool jet of water all over Hayley's classy, once dry clothes.

Clutching her soiled towel around her, Alice followed after Hayley as she hobbled towards Floriana in forlorn hope of rescuing her soon drenched clothes. Holding Hayley's phone hostage, Floriana pointed at the blonde's chest, declaring, "Come on, it's only fair if I soak all your clothes!" In mock outrage, Hayley giggled as she stripped down naked, throwing her bra over Alice and wiggling her bare bum at Floriana as she eased her knickers to the floor. Alice then threw Hayley's bra to her captain who proceeded to thoroughly soak the blonde's t-shirt and underwear, before turning the temperature down and spraying the ice-cold liquid at the defenceless nude.

Shrieking as her captain aimed the freezing water at her breasts, Hayley slipped over on the greasy, tiled floor. Lying on her back, Hayley could only gasp as Floriana turned the shower head towards her aching crotch. Laughing, Hayley invited Floriana to continue her torment as she sat up against the shower cubicle door. Whooping in delight, Alice teased, "That'll teach you for putting ideas into Paris' head", before picking up the shower head from the cubicle opposite and playfully spraying it over Hayley's sopping, pale hair. Then without warning, Linda and Paris snuck up behind Hayley's tormentors and tipped a bucket of cool, crisp water over them both. Screeching, Floriana fumbled the shower head, turning the spray towards Alice by mistake. Alice, freshly soaked by Floriana, dropped both her towel and the shower head, which came crashing down to the floor. As the brunette tried to cover her modesty once again, she stepped onto the shower hose, causing the head to twist round and spray a torrent of freezing water up her legs and over her crotch. Keen to silence the giggling Hayley, Alice picked up the shower head and aimed it once more at the pretty, glistening blonde. Shaking her sodden hair dry, Alice reflected that her latest ploy to turn Floriana against Linda hadn't exactly gone to plan.

Once everybody was thoroughly dry, Linda suggested that they celebrate Paris' impending debut with a round at the White Hart. "Great idea, I'll drag Johnny along too. Hopefully I can get him to drive", laughed Floriana, having fully made up with her vice-captain.

Mistakenly believing that Gabe might be coming, Alice arrived wearing a dark blue, low cut, V neck top. Out to impress Alice, Paris wore a tight maroon, scoop neck crop top, whilst her sister and Floriana, to their horror came dressed in almost matching white blouses and taut slim fit jeans. Not bothering to dress up, Johnny had thrown on his nearest available short sleeved shirt whilst Hayley looked enchanting in her white, peplum tube top and frayed denim shorts.

Commandeering the largest table, Hayley, Linda and Paris sat down opposite Johnny, Floriana and Alice, who had their backs to the wall. Linda, having bought Paris a large lemon sponge cake on the way over, placed it proudly in the centre of the table. After they had all greedily finished their first round, Alice asked, "So Floriana, what do you have in mind for Paris's initiation?" "Not sure yet, but I've got a couple of great ideas", admitted Floriana, her interest suddenly piqued by the abrupt change in conversation.

Meanwhile, it was Linda's turn to buy the round. Laughing and joking, Floriana disappeared off with her to the bar, in order to borrow a cake slice from Alice's boss Gary, who was feeling slightly overworked in her absence. Her sister having bought her a particularly potent cocktail to kick start the evening, Paris was already feeling considerably drunk. Losing her inhibitions, Paris began to flirt with Alice and giggled as the brunette told a particularly terrible, cringe worthy joke. Playing along, Alice encouraged the redhead to continue. Daydreaming, Paris began to stare at Alice's partially exposed, pert, youthful breasts. Hayley's cleavage was also highly visible, but instead drew the attention of two regulars by the fruit machine in the corner, who sat mournfully, nursing their pints.

Desperately shy, though Paris continued to flick her hair, she hadn't the confidence to maintain eye contact with Alice. Finding it easier to stare blindly at Johnny, she dreamt of revealing her true feelings. Johnny meanwhile, was admiring the idyllic shape of his girlfriend's curvaceous behind, as she stood opposite him, facing the bar. Slightly tipsy, he began to drift off into a reverie as he stared at the gorgeous Florentine.

As the innocent flirting continued, Linda brought three drinks back to their table, before swiftly returning to the bar. Acknowledging her friend's departure, Floriana glanced over her shoulder and spotted Paris staring at her almost trance like partner. Assuming that the teenager was making a pass at her boyfriend, Floriana failed to keep her composure as she strode back to the table. In a moment of madness, Floriana tipped a snakebite over the unassuming redhead as she talked. The beverage matching the colour of her hair, Paris shrieked as the concoction of lager and cider flowed down onto her chest. As the teenager turned around to complain, Floriana threw a Bloody Mary over her fringe. Her nose and cheeks stained tomato red, Paris spluttered as she blinked the stinging vodka from her pale blue eyes.

Hearing the commotion, Linda came running back from the bar and threw her Pina colada over Floriana. Pausing a moment to wring the rum and coconut cream from her hair, Floriana picked up Johnny's pint of bitter and motioned to throw it at Linda. But before she had the chance, her best friend screamed, "Don't you dare", so Floriana tipped the beverage over the luckless Paris once again. Her fringe drenched with ale, vodka and cider continued to drip down over her supple, peaking breasts. With Alice laughing hysterically at the redhead, Paris shook her cherry red locks, causing rum and bitter to spray all over the brunette. Sharing a knowing smile, the wingers both locked eyes upon the Blue Hawaii situated between them. Forearms suddenly shot across the table, with Paris reaching the cocktail moments before the brunette. In a flash, Paris threw the mix of rum and pineapple juice over Alice, staining her cheeks, chin and nose sky blue. To the brunette's utter dismay, a stray ice cube slipped down under the neckline of her top, causing the winger's breasts to shiver under the unexpected tickle of the freezing ice against her quivering chest.

Having alluringly shaken the ice cube down her front, Alice glanced across at the lemon sponge cake before staring brazenly back at Paris. The brunette slipped her fingers around the edge of the cake and lent forward to pick the sponge. Suddenly, Linda grabbed hold of Alice's sodden auburn hair and slammed her face deep into the dessert. Lemon curd icing splattered across her cheeks, Alice raised herself back up, only for Floriana to continue her torment by slamming what remained of the sponge back over her hair. Chunks of lemon sponge slipped down her chin and lodged inside the neckline of her soiled top. Humiliated, Alice offered no resistance as Hayley chortled, "Hey, let me wash that off for you", as she poured the last remaining gin and tonic over Alice's shivering breasts.

As the ladies united in their taunting of the unfortunate Alice, Johnny glanced over at Paris as she giggled and wiped Alice's breasts clean with a serviette. As the teenager unashamedly slipped her fingers over the curves of Alice's chest, Johnny realised that to his great surprise, he found the redhead dazzlingly attractive. Noticing her partner's wandering eyes, Floriana grunted in disgust, before announcing, "I've got a great idea for your initiation now Paris. Fancy getting really messy, just like Alice?" "Serves you right sis", cackled Linda mistakenly believing that Paris had been flirting with Johnny all along. Continuing, Linda added, "Hey, Floriana sorry about the Pina Colada, I guess you were justified in messing Paris up after all. May I ask you for a favour? Could you give me a lift to the clubhouse on Friday for Paris' initiation, as I've promised my cousin that she can borrow my car?" Floriana smiled. "Sure, no problem, though I'll need to pick you up at six as I'll need to get there early in order to set everything up."

Moments later, a remarkably calm Gary motioned for Alice to return the glasses of their spilt drinks to the bar. Offering to help, Hayley, carrying what remained of the Blood Mary and the Snake Bite, followed the brunette to the counter. Guiltily apologising, Alice lamented, "I'm really sorry Gary, it won't happen ever happen again, I swear!" Shaking his head in irritation, Gary replied, "No need Alice, it wasn't your fault." Pointing over towards Johnny and Floriana, the bartender continued, "Those gremlins, are they really your friends? If they didn't spend so much here, I really ought to ban them!" Noticing Alice's companion, Gary turned towards her, inquiring, "Hayley isn't it? Please forgive me, I almost forgot. Compliments from the gentlemen by the Fruit machine", Gary chortled, before pouring a large jug of sangria over the unsuspecting blonde. As the bartender continued to empty the chopped fruit and brandy over Hayley, a slice of orange lodged between her shivering, wine stained breasts. Continuing, Gary explained, "Alice may have her many faults, but my loyal regulars love her. They hate to see her abused and humiliated like this." "But it wasn't just me", Hayley shrilly complained. "But you're pretty, blonde and much closer than the others. You're the only one within reach", explained another regular, sitting at the bar, before pouring his pint of Strongbow over her hair.

As Floriana and Johnny laughed at Hayley's misfortune from afar, Gary handed Alice a chocolate gateau, just as she was tugging down on the neckline of Hayley's tube top, exposing another two centimetres of her chest. Teasingly, Alice blew a raspberry at Hayley before slamming the gateau into her ravishingly pretty, yet utterly stunned and flabbergasted face. Snatching a chunk of the splattered sponge from off Hayley's left cheek, Alice smeared the layers of silky chocolate over the smooth contours of her chest. Opening up the front of Hayley's tube top, Alice deposited the remains of the gateau inside, before generously patting down her once white top, against her quivering breasts.

Looking to retaliate, Hayley tried to snatch a pint of Timothy Taylor from the reveller to her right. But the pub regular was too quick for her and instead poured it down over her chest. Hayley's back turned to her, without asking Gary, Alice picked up a strawberry trifle and slammed it over her friend's unsuspecting head. Twisting the bowl round and round, Alice ensured that every last inch of Hayley's face and shoulders were caked in the viscous cream, jelly and custard. "Don't worry Gary, I'll pay for that", added the first regular at the bar, as Alice finally lifted the trifle bowl off Hayley's outrageously slimy and glutinous forehead.

Her vengeance complete, Alice wrapped her arm around Hayley's waist and purred, "You know I don't mean it pet, like you, I was only having a bit of fun." "No worries, it could have been any of us. I was just unlucky I guess", replied Hayley, as custard continued to drip down onto her heaving chest. Wiping gin and tonic from her brow, Alice had to remind herself that she was supposed to be humiliating Floriana, nobody else. Though it was hardly her fault if the kind, gentle Hayley kept on hobbling into the way!

The night of Paris' initiation, Alice offered to give the skittish teenager a lift to the club pavilion.
Nervously expecting to get messy, Paris chose to wear a delightful, yet expendable, navy blue, jersey pencil dress. In contrast, Alice arrived at Paris' carrying an evening news, backless purple dress. Getting changed together, the teenager took great pleasure in realising that her bewitching companion would not be wearing a bra. Even though they weren't yet ready, Alice texted Floriana to tell her that they were already on their way. Worried that Paris would arrive before she had finished setting up, Floriana rang Linda to see if she was good to go. But as the loose head prop was still in the shower, her best friend frustratingly missed the call. Intensely irked and impatient, Floriana insensitively left Linda behind and drove straight to the club.

Arriving wearing a red, gentle scoop neck, candy bodycon dress, the fly half soon discovered that she would have plenty of time to finish getting ready after all. Purposefully arriving ten minutes late, Alice blamed their delay upon unexpected traffic, caused by a wind battered tree falling across the road.

Linda, of course, was conspicuous by her absence. With the exception of the vice-captain, the entire squad were present, and keen to witness Paris' messy humiliation, were not prepared to wait a moment longer for the teenager's initiation to begin.

Holding a microphone, as she strutted onto the stage, Floriana began to holler to the all-female crowd. Elongating her first syllable, the Italian crowed, "Good evening ladies! Tonight, Paris is going to become a fully-fledged Jaguar! As you know, our cute redhead has been a plucky member of the squad now for almost ten months and she is finally ready to make her bow for the first team. So please put your hands together and give our tricky winger a deservedly warm welcome. Paris, please come up to the front!"

Timidly trying to avoid falling over in her heels, Paris diffidently walked up to the centre of the stage. Looking around her, she saw before her seven tables, each of them covered by huge dust sheets, keeping whatever lay in store for her a surprise. Nervously, she glanced around for her sister, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, she gained encouragement from Alice, who blew her a kiss from the safety of the crowd.

Continuing, Floriana bellowed, "Now, becoming a Jaguars is no mean feat. Paris must prove that she deserves the honour of playing for the first team tonight. So, in order for her to play tomorrow, she must first pass a series of devious challenges." Alice paused for a moment. What was Floriana doing? They didn't have a choice, Paris simply had to play. With Hayley injured, they didn't have any other fit wingers. Was she still trying to sabotage Paris right at the last? She wouldn't put it past her. Paris, similarly, felt discouraged by her captain's proclamation. Hiding a worried thrown, Paris bravely waved and smiled to the braying crowd.

After a moment's pause, Floriana bubbled, "Paris, tonight you are going to be playing a series of 'Minute to win it' challenges, with messy forfeits for every one you fail. To pass your initiation you have to win more than you lose." Paris breathed a sigh of relief; her initiation didn't seem as bad as she thought. But her premature moment of relief was mistaken. Lingering for a moment, before continuing her address to the crowd, Floriana announced, "But I'm afraid it's not going to be that simple. You are not just going to be playing against the clock, you will also be playing against an opponent! Should you lose to her over the series of games tonight, you will also be taking a trip into the dunk tank behind you." Pouting, Floriana drew back a set of curtains, unveiling a large circular tank, containing litres and litres of thick, putrid, viscous red slime.

The entire audience gasped and murmured in feverish trepidation. Worried that they might be Paris' opponent, nobody fancied a plunge into the fetid, rancid gunge. To further emphasise the sweeping sense of sheer terror and dismay, everybody had come dressed in their best clothes. Somebody tonight, would be ruining their favourite dress and nobody wanted it to be her. Sensing the buzz of unease spread across the crowd, Floriana, cleared her throat and bellowed, "Now as I'm the generous sort, I will allow Paris to choose her opponent. Though of course, as your host this evening, I am exempt from being chosen. So, Paris, who would you like to play against tonight?"

Alice couldn't believe it. Was she being set up? How had she not seen this coming? With her sister not present, who else was Paris likely to choose? Her two previous attempts at driving a wedge between Linda and Floriana having failed, Alice had ended up slimy and humiliated both times. She'd come dressed to impress, she'd underestimated her rival yet again. Oh, she was such a fool. Paris was obsessed with her, of course she would want to see her plunge into the gunge. Alice knew she was doomed. Nervously, Paris bit her lip, before glancing over at Alice, whose sunny, cheery disposition had suddenly evaporated behind a foul, egregious mood. In vain, Paris scanned the audience for her sister for one final time before turning to her captain and replying, "Floriana, I choose Hayley."

Floriana looked over at Paris completely stunned. Why hadn't she picked Alice? The Italian had been convinced that she would. Her plan to gunge both of them this evening had been thwarted and the night hadn't even begun. Furthermore, had she picked Alice, the brunette's competitive streak would have kicked in and Paris would be certain to lose. Failing the challenge, Floriana would thus have an excuse not to pick her. The nervous winger, had likewise been having ever so similar thoughts. Paris so longed to pick Alice, she would have loved to see her submerged in the slime. But if she chose Alice, there was no way that she could win. Hayley, on the other hand, was injured. Surely Paris would hold a vital advantage when competing against her, in the more active games.

Overwhelmed at her reprieve, Alice breathed a sigh of relief as Paris unexpectedly announced her opponent. Hayley meanwhile, stood open mouthed, aghast and confused. Receiving conciliatory pats on the shoulder, the blonde winger was eagerly pushed to the front by her relieved teammates as her eyes fixed upon the daunting, formidable dunk tank up ahead. Wearing a white, Vince strappy slip dress, with an extremely high hemline and low neckline, Hayley was exhibiting a lot of flesh. More worrisomely, considering the potentially active games that lay ahead, like Alice, Hayley was also not wearing a bra. The dirty blonde hadn't dressed modestly and many of her jealous teammates would prefer to see her, rather than Paris, dunked into the slime. As a saucy outside centre cheekily pinched Hayley, on the behind, the blonde ruefully reflected that she had never taken Paris very seriously before. Hayley had never really felt her place in the team under threat, even with Linda constantly screaming for her younger sister to be included in the match day squad. Until recently, she barely even ever spoken to her, so she couldn't begin to fathom why she had been chosen. Hobbling to the front, Hayley felt a painful twinge in her impaired left leg. Resisting the temptation to scream out in agony, Hayley finally understood.

Once all the commotion had died back down, Floriana raised the microphone to her lips and began, "To clarify, the first person to win five games outright is the overall winner. In contrast, the loser shall take a plunge into the dunk tank to my right." As she spoke, Floriana slapped Hayley quite heartily on the derriere. Stumbling forward slightly, the back of her skirt rose slightly, revealing to Floriana the sight of a white g string, barely covering her behind. After another moment's pause, Floriana continued, "As many of the challenges are purely physical, since both of our contestants are wearing heels, I advise that they both take off their shoes." Hayley and Paris gladly slipped off what they were wearing and reluctantly awaited the announcement of the first game.

Shouting, Floriana bellowed, "Right, it's time for the fun to begin. Our first game this evening is 'Junk in the trunk!' The aim of this challenge is to empty six ping pong balls out of a box of tissues tied to your waist. You cannot however, use your hands or complete the challenge lying down. The unlucky loser will also receive a mystery bucket over the head. Of course, if you both fail within the time limit, you shall both reap a messy punishment in return." Two forwards loyal to Floriana then attached the tissue boxes to Hayley and Paris and they were ready to begin.

As soon as Floriana began the timer, it was clear that Hayley didn't have a prayer. Barely able to move her left leg, she winced as she hopped backwards and sighed forlornly when only one ping pong ball fell to the ground. Keen not to aggravate her injury any further, the dirty blonde gave up and disillusioned, sat down on the floor. Paris meanwhile, began shaking her hips frantically, but to her great frustration, not a single ball tumbled out onto the stage. Nevertheless, drawing confidence from her disgruntled opponent giving up, Paris suddenly began to change tactics. Leaping forwards, almost causing her bust to burst out of her dress; Paris emptied the box of four balls in one fell swoop. But then, just as Paris lurched forward one final time, the buzzer sounded; she had lost.

Cackling, Floriana chirped, "Right, Hayley stand up and take your punishment." The Italian, picked up a bucket and tipped it over Hayley's momentarily pristine head. Creamy coleslaw came streaming out over the poor blonde's perfectly sculptured, flowing hair. Hayley looked down at her dress. Already it was becoming translucent and her nipples were noticeably visible beneath the thin viscose of her slip dress. Furthermore, the shrill giggles emanating from the front row, indicated that now most of the audience had noticed as well.

Turning to the redhead, Floriana gushed, "Now Paris, that's a very pretty dress you have on. Wouldn't it be a great shame to get it really messy? Girls, what do you think? Should she should take it off?" Floriana's loyal support roared with unadulterated approval. Shocked at the ferocity of the crowd, Paris nervously bit her lip, concerned. "Well, I'm not going to force you to Paris", placated Floriana, "but why don't you and Hayley play a game of egg roulette, with the loser taking off their dress?" Dismayed, Hayley looked at Floriana accusingly. "But I'm not wearing a bra", she protested. "I think we can all already tell", joked Floriana, unconcerned.

To make matters worse, Floriana cried, "Hayley why don't you go first?" Flustered, Hayley picked up the nearest egg and slammed it against her forehead. Thankfully, her choice was hard boiled. In response, Paris lightly tapped her first egg against her temple. Annoyed at her cowardice, Floriana stole it from her grasp and slammed it against the top of her head, but to no avail. "Harder next time", the host warned as the egg rolled out of her sweaty palm and onto the floor. Keen to end her torture, Hayley slammed her second egg just above her left ear. Once more she survived. But Paris was not so lucky. Her next egg, which she slapped against her fringe, exploded all over her cute, stunned face. Inevitably, the yolk dribbled down her nose and onto her elegant dress below.

Floriana smirked in triumph. "Well done Hayley", she began. "As I'm being ever so generous, I'll award you a point for winning that game. That makes the score, one nil to you. Here's a reward for your victory." Before Hayley could even make sense of her captain's generosity, Floriana slammed a whipped cream pie into her exquisite face. Wrapping the paper plate around the back of her head, Floriana made sure to tangle the dirty blonde's ravishing hairstyle and force cream up her petite, squashed nose. Letting the plate finally drop to the floor, Floriana turned to Paris. "Now, off with that dress!" Ironically, covered in egg, Paris' pencil dress had failed to escape clean, but at least it looked positively unblemished in comparison to Hayley's. Floriana greedily helped the youngster out of her outfit, revealing the teenager's sexy blue lingerie to the crowd. "Wow Paris, nice underwear", laughed Floriana before gloating, "Now since you lost two games, you deserve two messy buckets." To keep with the theme of the previous game, Floriana gently tipped a bucket of egg yolk over Paris' red hair, massaging it in as she poured it over her fringe. The second bucket, filled with mustard, was simply dumped over the poor teenager without a moment's warning or hesitation. Paris scrunched up her nose at the overwhelming stench as Floriana cruelly placed the bucket over her exquisite head. From the crowd, an increasingly irate Alice, thought that she ought to intervene.

After her minions had cleared up the stage, Floriana shouted, "Time for the second game, 'Defying Gravity'. The aim of this challenge is to keep two balloons up in the air for one minute, but with one hand tied behind your back." Paris sighed with relief. Surely Hayley wouldn't stand a chance? As Paris predicted, a hobbling Hayley could barely move and after fifteen seconds lost control of her red balloon. Unwilling to dive to her right, she simply shrugged as both her balloons came crashing to the floor. In contrast, despite her gangly nature, Paris' longer reach made her ideally suited to the challenge. Her exposed breasts jiggling as she danced, Paris was able to keep both balloons off with ground with ease, thus levelling the score at one all. Frustrated at Hayley's lack of effort, Floriana pushed the dirty blonde to the front. Emptying a bucket of salsa over her head, she made sure to coat her entire face. The salsa ran down her neck and into her dress. Embarrassed, Hayley scooped up chunky lumps of tomato that clung to her bosom. Now even the girls at the back could see her nipples through the delicate viscose.

Chuckling as she eyed a humiliated Hayley up and down, Floriana howled to the crowd, "Our next game is 'Card Ninja'. The aim of this challenge is to throw as many playing cards into half a watermelon as you can. Sounds easy doesn't it? Why don't we find out?" Initially, the two contestants were very evenly matched, despite Paris' aim being slightly haphazard. The redhead missed the target with three of her first four throws, but her quicker pace, saw her quickly draw level with her more composed opponent. With five seconds to go, Paris, taking a risk, threw two cards together. Only the first card stuck, but with Hayley distracted by her peculiar, daring move, that was enough, so Paris narrowly won the game by five cards to four. Floriana carefully picked the cards out of each of the watermelons before slamming the first one unnecessarily violently into Hayley's unsuspecting face. Gasping for breath, the winger was unable to prepare herself for the second watermelon, which Floriana slammed onto the top of her head. The fly half twisted the melon around Hayley's blonde locks six times before opening up the front of Hayley's dress and pouring a bucket of sour cream over her shapely breasts. Hayley, spluttered, as sour cream dripped down her legs and onto the floor. She vowed to make Floriana pay for her humiliation before they were done for the night.

Nevertheless, as it stood, the Jaguar's delirious captain was having a rapturous time. Shrieking to the crowd, Floriana continued, "Well done Paris, you take the lead for the first time tonight. 'Pie racing' is your next challenge. Your task is to eat an entire custard pie in under sixty seconds!" The two ladies were led over to a table and eager for some respite, rapaciously sat down on their stools. Spurred on from her victory in the previous two games, Paris was beginning to enjoy herself as eyed up the custard pie before her. Nevertheless, she shied away from getting messy and instantly began to lag behind. Her face already slavered in watermelon juice, Hayley slammed her head straight into the custard, causing pastry to break off the crust and fall to the floor. Her face covered in runny yellow mush, Hayley quickly raised her hands in triumph upon finishing off her pie. But alas, her joy was short lived. "Hayley, you haven't won love, half your pie is still on the floor", snarled Floriana, bluntly. Hayley glanced downwards to locate the missing pastry, only to hear the roar of the crowd congratulate Paris for finishing off her own pie instead. Her face remarkably clean in comparison to Hayley's, the teenager eagerly lapped up the adulation off the audience. Sensing many were on her side, for the first time that evening, Paris genuinely thought that she could win the overall challenge.

Floriana brusquely grabbed Hayley by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Twisted her around so that her back faced the audience, she lifted up her skirt, revealing Hayley's minute g string and shapely buttocks to the cackling crowd. Turning to the teenager, Floriana demanded, "Paris, pie your pathetic opponent where she deserves." Sheepishly, Paris picked up a caramel cream pie and rather apologetically wiped it up and down the crack of Hayley's behind. When Paris had finished, Floriana surprised the dirty blonde by giving her a painful wedgie, before emptying a bucket of pink paint over her hair, as she attempted to smooth back down her skirt.

Floriana turned to the crowd once again. "Wow, Paris that was some awesome pie eating on display. Hayley, I hope you've learnt never to celebrate victory prematurely ever again. You're now three one down. I must warn you, it's going to be difficult to come back from so far behind. Our next game is 'Cookie monster'. All you have to do is place a cookie on your forehead and without using your hands, transfer it into your mouth." Hayley grinned upon hearing Floriana announce the challenge. This was a party trick of hers and she promptly succeeded in under ten seconds, whilst Paris scrambled around on the floor having already broken her cookie in half. As Paris was looking far too clean, Floriana chose an extra messy bucket of thick blue icing, which she tipped over Paris' head, before ensuring to pour the last remaining dregs over her chest. Smiling at her opponent to give encouragement, Hayley let Paris know that they were in this together. Their real enemy was Floriana, not each other.

Missing the knowing look between the two contestants, Floriana continued, "The score is a bit closer now, with Paris leading three games to two. Our next challenge is 'That's a wrap' and it's a tricky one. Your task is to open the lids off three jars in sixty seconds whilst wearing cumbersome oven gloves. Girls, I don't know about you, but I have enough trouble opening jars with my bare hands." Actually, Floriana didn't struggle to open jars at all, but the line she chose was far funnier. Contrary to Floriana's expectations, Hayley couldn't even open her first jar of Branston pickle, and watched on in horror as Paris' technique, rather than strength, helped her open the jars of Branston pickle, mayonnaise and horse radish with over thirty seconds to spare. Dismayed, Floriana opened Hayley's jammed jars for her before tipping the horse radish down the back of her dress. The mayonnaise and pickle were greedily poured over Hayley's quivering chest, before Floriana lifted up the front of her dress and poured Paris's jars of pickle and horse radish over her crotch. The final jar of mayonnaise was reserved for Hayley's already sticky, viscid behind, which once again was gleefully displayed to the braying crowd by the unrelenting Italian.

In all honesty, Floriana enjoyed humiliating Hayley, who in her opinion had never deserved to play for the County team ahead of her. But she was by now twice as messy as Paris, which wasn't supposed to happen at all. One more defeat and she would lose the entire game.

As pickle and mayonnaise continued to dribble down Hayley's legs, Floriana bellowed, Paris is now leading four games to two. Hayley, I hope you enjoy being covered in gunge, because you're in deep trouble now babe. Our next game is 'Cotton ball nose'. Paris and Floriana must put Vaseline on their noses and transfer six cotton balls from one bowl to another, which shouldn't be a problem at all." Trying to give the dirty blonde an advantage, Floriana slapped a large helping of Vaseline over Hayley, much to the winger's initial dismay. But having witnessed Floriana give Paris barely a blob of Vaseline on the redhead's nose, the blonde quickly realised that the larger surface area of grease over her cheeks gave her a huge upper hand over her opponent. Picking up the cotton balls with ease, Hayley raced ahead of Paris who was struggling to pick up even a single ball. Soon enough, Paris had only successfully transferred two balls across by the time Hayley had completed the challenge. This time, instead of pouring the bucket of ketchup over the loser, Floriana took hold of the back of Paris' head and plunged her face into the thick, runny condiment. "Wow, your new look really suits your hair", Floriana joked as Paris surfaced for air, before throwing the remainder of the ketchup down Paris' chest.

Once her stooges had cleared away the equipment, Floriana turned once more to the crowd. "Goodness, it's getting really tense now. The score is four games to three to Paris. Our next game is 'Gummy bear pie'; will it be our last? All Hayley and Paris have to do is to pick out five gummy bears out of a large whipped cream pie, using only their mouths. They then must deposit them into a separate bowl within sixty seconds to triumph." Using the same technique as before, Hayley dived head first into her cream pie. At this stage, she really didn't mind getting any messier, but she desperately didn't want to lose. Not to Paris especially and she really wanted to avoid the humiliation of being plunged into the tank of red gunge. Cream she could cope with, but not being covered in slime. But Paris' more measured approach was arguably even more successful. She found three gummy bears with ease, before accidentally knocking the fourth onto the table. Without thinking, she picked the gummy bear up with her fingers and deposited it into the bowl. "Woe, there, stop! We have a cheat", cried Floriana as Hayley spat out her fifth and final gummy bear. Viciously, the Italian emptied a bucket of custard into Paris's knickers, making sure to give the front row a peak at her behind. Incensed, Hayley picked up what remained of her cream pie and thrust it straight into Floriana's face. Spitting out whipped cream as she raged, Floriana ordered two of her cronies to hold Hayley back whilst she slipped the g string down the dirty blonde's legs before throwing it into the tank of gunge. "Now, if you want that back, you're going to have to take a trip into the slime", Floriana hissed, as Hayley tried to smooth her dress back down.

Once the furore had died back down, Floriana took a couple of deep breaths before announcing, "Wow, this couldn't be any closer. The score is now four games all. A great comeback from Hayley there, well done babe. Now, Paris, cheats never prosper, but they do get custard down their panties, that's for sure! Our final game is 'Sticky situation'. Your challenge is to bounce a ping pong ball across a table and onto a slice of bread slathered in peanut butter. Should be easy, shouldn't it? But to make it harder, why don't we extend the distance they have to throw by a couple of metres?" Floriana drew a line in chalk across the floor and ushered the two nervous girls into position. It was now or never, if Paris wanted to play tomorrow, she had to win this game. Also wanting to avoid the gunge, Hayley began to throw frantically and watched on in horror as ball after ball bounced narrowly over her miniscule target. She was barely inches away with her sixth throw but having quickly used up all of her eight balls, she had to hobble over in agony to the other side off the room, in order to throw any more.

Paris, in contrast, threw with much more care, but very little precision. Despite taking her time over each and every throw, she had yet to get within a foot of her own slice of bread by the time Hayley had returned to the start line, greedily clutching three of her balls. Glancing nervously sideways, Paris threw her sixth ball frantically and watched in horror as it thudded twice against the table before nestling into Hayley's slice of bread instead.

Everybody turned to Floriana. She took a moment to consider her decision before announcing, "Well done Hayley, we have a winner!" Hayley and Paris looked at each other bemused, before the teenager broke down in tears. Struggling to speak between her sobs, trembling, Paris asked, "Does this mean that I don't get to play tomorrow after all?" Caught off guard, Floriana took a moment to consider the gravity of the situation. It had been her plan all along, but now, crying, in front of a crowd of her peers, could she really punish the girl as she desired?" "Well, um, I guess" Suddenly, Hayley hollered out in protest. "Wait, stop, I cheated. I deserve to lose, not Paris." Floriana turned to the dirty blonde confused. Continuing, Hayley announced, "See look, I stepped over the line", as she smudged the line of chalk with her toes. Calling out from the crowd, Alice concurred, "She did! I saw it too. Hayley cheated. She deserves to lose!"

Taking pity on the poor girl, Hayley had jumped to her defence. It was not right that Floriana should deny Paris the right to play for the team. After everything that she had been through, Paris thoroughly deserved her debut. Suddenly, Hayley realised what she had let herself into. "Alright Hayley, if you insist, come this way", hissed Floriana, rather irked. Gloatingly, Floriana led Hayley over to the dunk tank before turning to the crowd and crying, "As Hayley cheated, I vote she receive the ultimate punishment and get gunged in the nude." Floriana's supporters cried out in unison as the captain wrenched the dress over Hayley's shoulders. Covering her modesty with her fingers, Hayley was defenceless as Floriana cruelly slapped her three times on the behind. Alice, once again, felt that she ought to intervene. Hayley had sacrificed herself to help Paris, why hadn't she thought to do the same? Hayley was a hero and was about to be punished for her generosity. In contrast, Alice felt overawed and outnumbered, situated as she was between hordes of forwards who supported Floriana as their captain. Remaining silent, Alice cowardly watched on in horror as Floriana pushed Hayley onto the seat above the gunge.

"Now as you won the challenge tonight, why don't you pull the levers before you and cover the radiant Hayley here in reams of disgusting gunge?" Floriana suggested, to a tense, jittery Paris. Covering her breasts with her arms, Hayley nodded to the redhead that it was okay. Nervously, Paris stepped forward and pulled the first lever, emptying gallons of molasses over her naked friend. Hayley's face, chest and stomach were swamped in the sticky black treacle, which clogged to her bush and cemented her knotted, viscid hair to her neck. Upon Floriana's beckoning, Paris pulled the second lever, emptying litres of thick creamy porridge onto the poor blonde sitting below. Engulfed by the avalanched of oats, Hayley shuddered as the creamy porridge ran down over her chest and pooled above her crotch. Determined not to give Floriana the satisfaction that she craved, Hayley smiled and waved to the crowd, exposing her porridge covered breasts to her friends below. Wanting to get the experience over as quickly as possible, Paris pulled the third lever before Floriana had even asked. Caught off guard, Hayley was pummelled by an endless stream of guacamole, which splattered into her hair and turned her entire body lime green.

Alice meanwhile noticed a change in the mood of the room. Roughly half were cackling and bellowing, as they enjoyed the utter humiliation of the heroic blonde. The others shifted uncomfortably as they felt helpless to intervene. Once the chatter died back down, Floriana pushed Paris to the side and took hold of the final lever. Gloating as she pulled the lever to the ground, Floriana smirked as the seat underneath Hayley finally gave way. The naked blonde plunged into the deep tank of gunge, submerging completely as her head disappeared under the litres of red slime. Coming up for air, Hayley was surprised by a jet of purple gunge which cascaded down directly over her head. Once the stream of gunge trickled to a stop, Floriana launched one final caramel cream pie into her face and her humiliation was complete. Scrambling clumsily over the side, Hayley landed in a heap onto the floor. Looking up expectedly for a towel, she sighed as Floriana jibed, "Oh sorry Hayley, it looks like we forgot to bring any towels."

Covering her breasts and crotch with her hands as she stood back up, the bright red winger finally lost control. "Right that's it", she snarled. "Some of us have been speaking and we aren't happy with you being our captain anymore. You're a bitch Floriana, you aren't fit to lead the team!" Murmurs began to swirl around the hall. Sneering back in return, Floriana snarled, "And who is?" not expecting a coherent reply. But to everyone's astonishment, Hayley triumphantly announced, "Why Alice, of course!"

Alice was stunned. Everything that had happened over the past few days had been leading up to this very moment, but it had still caught her completely off guard. Hayley's bravery had pushed the vote forward and she didn't know how to reply. The brunette wondered why Hayley didn't nominate herself to be captain, she would surely be a popular choice. But then again, Hayley had never liked the limelight and despite being older, had always turned to Alice for advice. Continuing, Hayley demanded, "I say we have a vote right now. Alice or Floriana for captain. Why don't we let the squad decide?" A cheer rang out from across the floor as Alice was pushed towards the front. A full back who despised Floriana swiftly disappeared off to the changing rooms where she located a couple of towels, before throwing them to Hayley and Paris. Wrapping her towel around her chest, Hayley turned to Alice and whispered, "We can do this, I'm pretty sure we have enough votes." Turning to the crowd, Hayley suggested, "How about whoever loses gets to take a plunge in the gunge?" The entire crowd erupted, keen to see either Alice or Floriana covered in slime. Alice shot Hayley a disapproving look before declaring, "Right girls, let the voting begin!"

The flankers brought out a few sheets of paper and pencils for each member of the squad to vote. Recycling one of the tissue boxes from earlier, every player dropped their vote into the box as Floriana and Alice nervously watched. Alice gulped. Unlike Hayley, she wasn't sure whether she had enough votes. She would have preferred tabling the motion when she was certain, but there was no backing out now. Taking charge, Paris bravely volunteered to count the votes, under Floriana's close supervision of course. To Alice's great relief, she took an early lead. Ten of the first fifteen votes had been cast for her, she only needed five more. But then to her horror, Floriana came roaring back. Gaining six votes in a row, Floriana took a narrow lead of fourteen votes to thirteen. Paris opened up the next slip of paper and read out the name written on the back. "Alice! That makes it fourteen votes all." Alice breathed a sigh of relief and waited with baited breath for the final vote. Paris reached down into the box and rummaged around for the last slip of paper. But the box was completely empty, the score was tied at fourteen votes all.

Noticing the delay, Floriana called out, "What's the hold-up Paris?" "There's no more votes, it looks like somebody hasn't voted", Paris nervously replied in return. "Nonsense", countered Floriana, before snatching the box off the teenager and rummaging around for the vote herself. Suddenly, Floriana realised that she didn't actually require the final vote. "Well, if the scores are level, surely that means that I stay on as captain. It's only fair, don't you agree?" Alice was distraught. All her efforts had come to nothing. Hayley had pushed the issue before she was ready and now she faced being plunged into the tank of gunge. "Up you go", gloated Floriana as she gestured Alice towards the tank of gunge. "Wait a minute", called out Paris. "Theoretically Alice didn't lose." "Stop this claptrap", cried out Floriana, "she deserves to be thoroughly gunged." "Hang on, I have an idea", suggested Hayley, as she clutched the dank towel close to her chest. Revealing a couple of inches of cleavage as she spoke, Hayley proposed, "Why doesn't Paris play one final game? If she wins, Alice gets to remain clean, but if she loses, Floriana can dunk her into the tank of gunge." The Italian shrugged her shoulders. "Sounds fair to me. So long as Alice sits up on the dunk tank ready to be plunged into the slime." Alice took a moment to consider her options before gingerly climbing up to the seat above the vat of red gunge below.

Floriana cleared her throat. "Paris, for your final challenge, your task is to shave shaving cream off a balloon with a knife without it bursting. You have one minute. Do you care to accept?" "I do", came Paris's swift reply. Wanting to rescue her friend from her slimy fate, the teenager set off on her task with great vigour and intent. Then, with Paris almost finished and with just ten seconds left on the clock, a wheezing Linda came barging through the door. Noticing her sister's state of undress, Linda angrily cried out, "What on earth is going on? Floriana, I explicitly told you not to trick my sister into getting undressed! Then barely a day later, she's prancing around in just her lingerie!" Stunned, Paris immediately burst the balloon.

Sheepish, Floriana turned towards her best friend. "Linda, I can explain, it was just a game", she began. "Nonsense!" came an irate cry from the crowd. "Floriana humiliated Paris", shouted another. "How dare you treat my sister this way? Not only do you purposefully leave me behind, but then you go behind my back and make my sister's life a misery. You never wanted her to play for our team, I realise that now. You're a first-grade bitch. If you mean to make me choose between my best friend and my sister, I choose Paris, every time," chided Linda to the astonishment of the crowd.

Sensing an opportunity, Hayley began to interrupt. "Hey Linda, we were just having a vote about who should be captain in the match on Sunday. I've tabled a vote of no confidence in her and the score is tied at fourteen all between Alice and Floriana. We need you to cast the deciding vote." Floriana's heart sunk. Up until this moment, she would have been absolutely certain of Linda's vote. Not anymore. How could she side with her after what had just occurred? Linda took a moment to consider her response. "Really? Well then, I abstain." "What? You can't abstain", wailed Alice in surprise. Linda couldn't refuse to vote. After everything that Floriana had just done, surely, she, Alice, deserved to be captain more.

Insulted by the interruption, Linda continued, "Hey, I can do what I like, neither of you deserve to be captain." "But, she just humiliated your sister", badgered Alice in return. "Oh, do shut up", exclaimed Linda, before pulling on the nearest lever and plunging Alice into the dunk tank below. Floriana cackled as Alice disappeared into the vat of slime. Gasping for air as she resurfaced, Alice wailed, "You bitch", before Linda threw a bucket of rice pudding over her head to silence her once more.

"So, I guess that means that I'm still captain after all?" Suggested Floriana. "No. I have a better idea", Linda interjected. "Both of you are always going on about how you're our best player. How about you make a wager? On Sunday, whoever scores the most points gets to be captain for the rest of the season, when we'll have another vote. Whoever loses can receive another hideous gunging from their rival. Plus, tomorrow, to avoid any more arguments, why don't I be captain instead?" Being the chief try scorer, Alice was very receptive to this idea, unless the match became an attritional game of penalties, surely, she would triumph. But since half the team, mostly the forwards, voted against her, would they ever give her the ball? However, Paris would be playing and, in all honesty, despite her being a great sport, the redhead was thoroughly useless at rugby. Surely the team would prefer to beat the Vipers than risk losing just so Floriana could win a stupid bet? They would be forced to pass the ball out wide to Alice if they seriously wanted to win.

In contrast, Floriana turned to Linda and begrudgingly announced, "I accept, but on one condition." She wasn't as confident as Alice, but she knew that the Vipers were very incredibly strong in defence. Surely it would be a low scoring game; her kicking would be key if they were to win. Continuing, Floriana added, "Not only must the loser receive a hideous gunging, but she must also pose nude on the front cover of our new calendar. Alice, do you agree?" Without pausing to think, Alice shot back, "Of course!" She was really looking forward to hanging up their next calendar on her wall.

The excitement drawing to a close, Linda marched out of the hall. About half of the audience followed her when suddenly a prop snuck up behind Hayley and poured a bucket of rice pudding over her hair. Caught by surprise, Hayley dropped her towel to the floor. Then, before she could fight back, two forwards picked her up by the limbs and threw her into the dunk tank with Alice. Spluttering as she struggled to stand up in the slime, Hayley looked around her for Alice's supporters, but thinking the excitement was over, they had all left to go home. Surrounded solely by those who had voted for Floriana, Hayley and Alice sighed as they began to be pelted with the left-over buckets and pies. Shivering as a bucket of pea soup was deposited over her head, Hayley turned to Alice before whispering, "I don't care how you do it, but you'd better win the bet on Sunday." Hayley had barely finished speaking when a banoffee pie was thrust at her bare chest. Wanting to escape the deluge, Alice sunk down into the red gunge. With only Hayley to aim at, Floriana launched a chocolate pie straight at the dirty blonde's face. Stumbling backwards, chocolate dripping down onto her swaying breasts, Hayley tripped over Alice and collapsed into the putrid slime below.

The following afternoon provided one final opportunity for the Jaguars to train together before the season defining match against the Vipers. The whole squad were still terribly divided. Most of the forwards remained loyal to Floriana, whilst the majority of the backs supported Alice. Split in half, the Jaguars took part in separate drills as the captaincy was all that was on anybody's mind.
Lost in her own thoughts as she warmed up, Alice reflected that she was lucky to have a second chance after all. It was all down to Hayley and Paris, who perhaps, she was lucky to have as friends after all. All thanks to her, Hayley was now badly injured. She would miss the crunch match against their bitter rivals and her opportunity to impress the County scout who was expected to attend. In return, Hayley had supported Alice's claim for captaincy, it hardly seemed fair at all.

Yesterday's events had mellowed Alice, she was no longer so keen for revenge. Yes, she wanted to defeat Floriana. Yes, she craved to avenge Paris and Hayley. But she vowed to seek retribution with dignity, never again would she stoop to such callous lows. Alice wanted to put her days as a bully behind her. She'd seen, through Floriana, just how vicious and evil, bullies could behave. She'd never fully realised it before. She felt ashamed for everything she'd put her undeserving victims through. She had a second chance. It should be simple. Out score Floriana and she was captain. She only had one problem: Paris. The brunette hoped that teenager would surprise her and prove remarkably adept with the ball. But watching the redhead warm up, Alice couldn't envisage how her debut wouldn't be met with disaster.

Towards the end of the training session, a sudden downpour drenched the already cut up, sodden field. As the torrential rain cleared the pitch of their teammates, Alice offered to give Paris some extra training, on the proviso that they wait until the abrupt deluge came to an end. Ten minutes later, Alice started to set up a series of training exercises over the grubby, turbid, swamp like ground. Keen to learn from her idol, Paris hung on to her every word. She felt like she had earnt Alice's respect the night before, now she wanted to show her just how much she had learnt. Alice had a great deal riding on the match tomorrow, Paris desperately didn't want to let the pacey brunette down.

Alice began their session by putting Paris through a variety of footwork drills, including the side step, the swerve and the spin. The brunette was astounded that Paris was far lighter and sharper on her feet than she could ever remember. Paris no longer fell over her own feet the moment she changed direction and she could almost keep up with Alice as she sprinted between the cones. Where had this Paris been these past few months? Seemingly liberated by the previous day's events, it was like Paris was a whole new person.

But Alice's felicity at her prots vast improvement was regretfully short lived. For when it came time for the tackling drills, Paris was utterly hopeless. If the redhead was ever to fully succeed at rugby, she would surely have to spend hours at the gym. She was still far too frail and would surely be targeted by the Vipers the moment they realised that she was the Jaguar's weakest link. Not wanting to end on a sour note, Alice decided on one final drill before they called it a night. The brunette placed Paris' hands over her own waist, in a desperate bid to show her where and how to tackle. Paris' whole body tingled as her hands drifted inside Alice's top and she greedily soaked up the velvety touch of Alice's sleek, smooth, slender skin. Bemused, Alice pushed Paris's hands down her hips to the correct position. As the redhead's fingers slid down her waist, Paris inadvertently flicked the edges of Alice's knickers as they protruded slightly over the top of the older woman's shorts.

Noticing the look of excitement surge over her teammate, Alice decided to teach Paris a lesson. During the next drill, the brunette purposely ran too fast, so that lagging behind, Paris completely missed her tackle. This gave Alice the perfect opportunity to suggest they swap roles. Alice could now show Paris how to tackle. Keen to learn, the teenager agreed and ran at Alice before trying to side step her foe. But Alice, having taught her the move, knew it was coming. The brunette launched herself at Paris's waist. Wrapping her arms around Paris's hips, she pulled down her shorts as they fell to the ground below.

Alice had meant it as an innocent joke, she had no plans to humiliate Paris, unlike Floriana. But as ever, Alice got more than she bargained for. With Paris's shorts tumbling down her quads, Alice landed awkwardly on top of the teenager so that her face burrowed into Paris' crotch. Flustered and embarrassed, Alice jumped up, but only succeeded in stumbling forwards and falling back down over the teenager so that her face landed directly onto Paris's bosom. Her nose nestled inside Paris' cleavage, Alice placed her right hand on Paris' left breast as she tried to ease herself back up. The two women's eyes met as Alice brought her chest level with Paris' face. Sensing her opportunity, Paris lent forward to kiss her mentor on the forehead. Startled, Alice didn't know how to react. In contrast, the younger girl filled with desire. Her heart melted; she was willing to give herself completely to Alice, should her friend acquiesce. Cupping Alice's chin with her left hand, Paris lent in and kissed Alice upon the lips. For a few seconds, the two girls embraced, before Alice, rather suddenly, backed away.

"Paris, stop", she demanded, rather unhinged and bewildered. "You do know I'm not a lesbian, right?" Quivering, Paris blushed and tucked her dainty chin back towards her neck. Continuing, Alice declared, "Look, I have to admit that I'm open and curious. You're very pretty, I hope you know that." Paris's top lip trembled as she eased herself back down to the ground. Gulping, the redhead tried to recompose herself. "Alice, I thought, I just thought", she began, before Alice cut her off. "No need to apologise", the brunette cooed, "this doesn't change anything between us. Just don't go around telling the others, alright?"

With Alice still sitting upon her, Paris was unable to pull her shorts back up to her waist. Alice glanced down at Paris' pink stripy knickers. "How about we play a little game?" She suggested. "If you win, you can gain your sweet revenge. Plus, I'll let you kiss me again too if you like." Her heart aflutter, Paris nodded, filled with desire and intrigue.

Explaining the challenge, Alice began, "I'll mark out a ten by ten metre square. If you can run past me and reach the other side, I will take off an item of clothing. But if you fail, you must take one off instead." The temptation to see Alice naked was too good for Paris to resist. Thanks to the sudden downpour, there was nobody else around, if she lost and had to strip naked, nobody would ever know.

Struggling to get back up, Alice teasingly placed both her hands-on Paris' chest to ease herself to her feet. "Why don't we do this bare foot?" Alice suggested, once Paris had eased her shorts back up, and so the girls took off their boots, socks and shin pads. Continuing, Alice added, "Plus the loser has to retrieve the three loose balls that Floriana forgot to collect back up from the copse."

Alice swiftly laid the cones out and it was finally time to begin. Full of confidence, Paris charged directly at Alice, before attempting a last-minute swerve to the left. But Alice was too quick for her protand without breaking sweat sent Paris crashing down to the ground. Picking herself back up, Paris eased her jersey over her head. Looking at the redhead, Alice noted with unreserved jealousy that Paris' boobs were remarkably bigger than hers. Second time round, Paris, unable to decide which manoeuvre to try next, hesitated for a split second too long. Alice thus closed her down, blocking off all her angles. Moments later, Paris was once again sent crashing to the floor, before rising and gingerly easing her shorts to her feet. Looking at Paris, Alice realised that it was a good job that Linda had already left; she'd kill her if she ever found out that she'd tricked Paris into stripping to her underwear. But then again, Paris had actually agreed, it was her decision, not Alice's, not Linda's. Gulping, Alice did a double check as she glanced over to the car park. To her great relief, it was practically empty.

During the third round, Paris surprised Alice by making no attempt at a dummy at all. Though she sprinted fewer than two feet past her mentor, a stumble cost Alice, allowing Paris to sprint past the finishing line. Peeling her mud splattered face from off the quagmire ground, Alice blushed in embarrassment as she lifted her rugby jersey off over her head. Paris meanwhile, could barely tear her eyes away from Alice's heaving, shivering chest. Filled with adrenaline, Paris sold Alice a clever dummy to win the fourth round with the brunette once again on her knees. Easing her shorts down, Alice had to admit that there was now a real possibility that she might actually lose. Unlike Paris, she couldn't be completely certain that there wasn't anybody else watching.

"Paris, let's end it here", the brunette bleated defensively. "Scared you might lose", the younger girl teased, squealing with delight. "I guess so, yeah", her mentor admitted. Continuing, Alice conceded, "You've really improved, I must say I'm impressed. Floriana is a fool to try to block you from playing." Shrinking at the very mention of their club captain, Paris replied, "We can call it quits if you let me kiss you again." Alice took a moment to consider before responding, "Alright, but you have to fetch the balls afterwards." Voracious with lust, Paris embraced the shorter girl, before passionately pressing her lips against Alice's quivering mouth. Intertwining their tongues, Paris began to take control. Cupping Alice's chin with her left hand, Paris slid her right hand down the small of the brunette's back. Before Alice could react, Paris slipped her fingers inside her knickers and began to caress the older girl's backside. Stunned, Alice stood motionless as her bare skin tingled to Paris' delicate touch. Filled with yearning and passion of her own, Alice began to wonder whether she truly had feelings for this young girl that she had ever so clearly misunderstood.

But no sooner had Paris fondled Alice's breast with her left hand, then the redhead broke away from their embrace and turned towards the copse. Blushing, Alice readjusted her knickers and glanced guiltily around her, before, overcome with emotion, she collapsed into a puddle of mud below.

Ten minutes previously, the eighteen-year-old friends Bella and Mia had parked round the far side of the copse. Slowly creeping towards the rugby field, they watched on as Alice tackled Paris so vigorously that her shorts fell down to her knees. Together, they carefully placed the buckets of gunge and cream pies that they had been carrying, behind a large bush of buckthorn. Settling them down next to the supplies that they had already stashed, hidden away deep inside the copse, they looked around to make sure nobody that nobody knew they were there.

Mia, five-foot-two, with luscious brown hair that fell down below her chest, could barely contain her excitement as she glanced greedily behind her. They had six buckets of slime and eight cream pies ready to hand. She couldn't wait a moment longer before they surprised Alice. Her viscid, syrupy hair betraying signs that she had already gotten messy just hours before, the brunette was gunning for revenge against the girl who had organised her humiliation, at the clothes shop Blythe and Reed's, just a few weeks before. Wearing a salmon pink, strapless, sweetheart skater dress, with a very short skirt, Mia carelessly marched straight through a filthy, roily puddle, sending splashes of mud all over her sleek, bare legs. Having seemingly been caught short by the sudden deluge, it was patently obvious from the threadbare, rain sodden, thin material of Mia's dress that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her minute companion Bella stood at barely four-foot-eleven. Wearing a scruffy, tight yellow t-shirt and a knee length blue handkerchief skirt, Bella had seemingly escaped most of the foul weather. But like Mia, her hair betrayed the fact that she too must have become rather messy, earlier that afternoon. Intently watching on as Alice collapsed into the crotch of the younger girl that neither friend recognised, they dived down behind separate bushes, determined not to be seen as they planned their next move.

Despite the torrential rain, the two teenagers had made the journey deep into the woods thanks to Mia's girlfriend Ava, who had set her the challenge of gunging three of her adversaries in one afternoon. With help from her trusted friend Bella, Mia had already successfully covered Georgia in ice cream and doused Taylor in molasses. Her last remaining instruction was to cover Alice in thick, slimy mud. Thanks to the sudden deluge earlier, Alice was evidently already rather messy. Furthermore, the mud pit just behind them was already overflowing with dank, syrupy sludge.

Whispering to Bella, Mia began, "It's quite simple. We just need to entice Alice into the forest and trick her into falling into the mud pit behind us. If you have your camera ready, we can record our triumph for Ava and make a run for it before she even realises that we were here." Replying, Bella inquired, "But what about all the gunge and pies you insisted on bringing with us?" Considering her response, Mia exclaimed, "If we get the chance, of course we'll use them. But there's two of them and two of us. Do you think you could take the taller one if you had to? She looks almost twice your size!" Bella doubted that she could but didn't let that thought daunt her. Taking a closer look at Paris, she asked, "Who is that? I've never seen her before." "I'm not sure, she wasn't at the pub with Alice..." replied Mia before stumbling over her next few words in complete and utter shock at what she saw. "Wow, what are they doing?" gasped Bella as Paris tried to kiss Alice on the forehead. "You never told me that Alice was a lesbian too!" "She isn't. Quick, get the camera out, I can't wait to show Ava the photos", beamed Mia as she watched her old tormentor squirm as Paris kissed her on the lips. "Shh", warned Mia as Bella collapsed into an uncontrollable fit of giggles at the sight of Alice being propositioned. Continuing, Mia whispered, "Keep the noise down! They'll hear us and spoil our surprise!"

Keeping as quiet as they possibly could, Mia and Bella patiently watched on as Alice and Paris began their game of strip rugby. "Did you hear that?" Whispered Mia, before adding, "The loser will come into the woods and collect the balls." Replying, Bella inquired, "What if it's the other girl?" Pausing for a moment, Mia responded, "Well, we could always try and take her hostage", meaning it as a joke. Watching the game unfold, Mia screeched, "Come on, come on", extremely quietly as Paris finally managed to win a round and Alice sulkily removed her top. Barely a minute later and Alice had removed her shorts as well. "Wow, I guess Alice is rather quiet attractive, isn't she?" gushed Bella, almost in surprise. "Oh yes, if she wasn't such a bitch, I'd consider" began Mia before pausing for a moment and grumbling, "Shh, I think they can hear us." But to Mia's great relief, Alice and Paris continued deep in conversation undisturbed. "Oh yes, go on girl", chortled Mia as Paris lent into kiss Alice before slipping her hand down Alice's sexy knickers. As a lesbian herself, Mia didn't find the prospect of two girls making out particularly ridiculous, she just enjoyed the spectacle of the incredibly heterosexual Alice being taken down a peg and being reduced to a quivering wreck. Mia then had to contain her utter delight once again, as the very top of Alice's behind became visible as Paris pushed down the brunette's knickers, exposing Alice's crack to the two girls watching behind.

"Drat, the other girl is going to collect the balls", blurted Mia, deep in regret. Turning to Bella, Mia continued, "Keep still. Remember we only make ourselves known when Alice comes to join her." "What happens if she doesn't?" asked Bella, aware of the many holes in Mia's rather overambitious plan. "Well then, like I said, we kidnap the redhead. But if we can, let's try to keep her out of this. She seems like a nice girl."

Paris meanwhile, still wearing just her underwear, walked into the copse in search of the three stray balls. The first was barely ten feet away from where Bella was hiding. The minute blonde held her breath as Paris walked closer and closer. Humming to herself, the redhead cheerily bent over and scooped up the ball before holding it under her right arm. Relieved, Bella was afraid to even breathe a sigh of relief. Looking for the second ball, Paris spotted it in the very same tree as a few days before. Taking inspiration from Alice, she chucked the first ball at the second, dislodging it with her very first throw. The two balls speedily crashed back down to earth, with the second landing right on top of Mia. "Aargh", screeched the brunette, before she could hold in her scream.

"Hey, is anyone there?" asked Paris, momentarily confused. Bemused and suddenly conscious that she was wearing just her underwear, Paris inched over to the bushes where Mia was hiding. The redhead bent down and stuck her head into the buckthorn to investigate the strange noise, only for Mia to slam a cream pie into her pretty, unsuspecting face. "What the hell", Paris screamed as she wiped the whipped cream from her eyes. "Floriana, is that you?" she crowed, suddenly afraid. But to her great relief, it was only Mia, who she instead spotted trying to crawl out of the bushes. "Hey, what are you doing?" But it was too late. Mia threw a bucket of green slime over Paris before turning and darting away. Wiping the slime from her eyes, the redhead spotted Mia over to her left and dashed off to follow her. Hearing the commotion, Alice came swiftly running into the copse, just in time to see Paris expertly tackle Mia into the bushes.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Paris that was superb", began Alice as Paris held Mia head down into the buckthorn. Moving closer to gain a better view, Alice began, "Now who is our devious little peeking Tom? Oh my, my, why if it isn't the delightful Mia." Alice couldn't believe it. She'd been expecting Mia to show up for the past couple of weeks. She was beginning to wonder just what exactly was taking the plucky teenage brunette so long. Mia raised her face from under a branch of the buckthorn, from which she vainly tried to untangle her hair. Glancing up at Alice, she chortled as she saw the brunette's breasts bounce slightly as she leant forward to continue her taunts. "Like what you see Mia?" joked Alice, noticing the younger girl's stares.

Paris meanwhile leant over her captive, sitting on top of Mia's waist as she continued to pin her to the bush. Looking at the redhead, Alice suddenly realised that she had been the victim of one of Mia's messy misadventures. Scanning the area around her, Alice located the pile of pies and buckets of slime. "Mia, what have you been doing to my sweet little friend? I do hope you weren't intending to get me messy instead?" Alice took a moment to compose herself before planning her next move. It was barely ten minutes since Alice had vowed to turn over a new leaf. But she still had unfinished business with Mia, who had unceremoniously attacked and attempted to humiliate her innocent new friend. Bully or not, Alice couldn't let Mia get away with that. The brunette simply couldn't help herself, the temptation was just far too great. But hey, from now on, she would only be mean to people who deserved it and Mia was just that girl.

Turning to the redhead, Alice inquired, "Paris, would you like your revenge?" Startled and bruised from her encounter, Paris was more than happy to gain vengeance against the pretty brunette. Unlike Alice, the previous day's events had spurred Paris on to take more risks, to become more reckless and brave. The prospect of gunging Mia excited her. Furthermore, like Floriana, their captive truly deserved it.

Alice took another look at Mia before announcing, "Well, that's a lovely little dress you're wearing Mia. It would be a shame to get it messy. I reckon you ought to take it off." As she spoke, Alice realised that she was echoing Floriana's words from the night before. Momentarily, it made her uneasy, but Mia's response spurred her on to continue her torment. "What, so you can make out with me like you did with your mate? I have to say Alice, you continue to amaze me." Insulted, Alice paused to avoid shouting out an expletive. Calming herself, Alice continued, "Come on Mia, we're waiting. But be warned, try to make a run for it and we'll rip it off instead."

Paris climbed off Mia, allowing the brunette to scramble out of the bush. Carefully scanning the scrubland for Bella, Mia gingerly removed her dress. "No bra, what a delight", cackled Alice as she spied Mia's bare, youthful breasts. Paris took a sneaking look at Mia's bosom, before taking hold of the teenager by the arm. Alice, meanwhile picked up the first of the cream pies. Twiddling it around in her hands, she announced, "Mia, you really don't realise just how much I'm going to enjoy this." Slamming the pie into Mia's face, Alice delighted in twisting it over her forehead and her nose. Once Alice let the tin foil plate fall to the ground, Mia stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at her host. But Alice gained the last laugh after a globule of cream dripped from Mia's forehead onto her nose. To further Mia's torment, Alice picked up a bucket of pink slime and tipped it over the teenager's head. The slime streamed down her face and onto her breasts. Enjoying herself, Paris shook Mia by the arm. The result being that Mia's breasts jostled in the breeze, much to Paris' delight. Alice chuckled at Paris' strange behaviour. But she couldn't help feel that she may have just awoken a secret passion in her friend.

Once Mia's breasts had finished quivering, Alice tipped a second bucket of light blue slime over her hair. Trying to gain her revenge against Paris, Mia flicked her hair back, only for Paris to lean out the way and narrowly avoid a face full of slime. Trying to gain a reaction from Paris, Alice emptied the third bucket, of orange slime, directly over Mia's heaving, and prepossessing chest. Realising that Paris found her attractive, Mia jiggled her boobs as Alice poured the slime onto her breasts. The brunette was trying to distract her, so that she would ease her grip and allow Mia to escape. Sadly, Mia's plan didn't work, though it certainly gained the redhead's full attention. Enjoying herself, Alice picked up two cream and chocolate pies and enveloped Mia's head in a monstrous pie sandwich. Wrapping the foil plates around the brunette's flailing hair, Alice left not a single inch of Mia's face unscathed.

Turning to her prot Alice asked, "Paris, would you like your revenge?" Without a moment's hesitation, Paris cried out, "Oh yes". Alice grabbed hold of Mia's left arm, allowing her to switch places with Paris. Gleefully scanning the supply of messy items in front of her, Paris chose a caramel pie and slammed it into Mia's dishevelled, though still remarkably cute, pretty face. Pushing Mia's face slightly backwards, Paris then slowly tipped a bucket of purple gunge over her forehead. Alice watched impressed as the purple slime slowly streamed down over their captive's cheeks and onto her chest. Sensing that Mia's face and breasts were completely obliterated behind the copious layers of thick, glutinous slime, Alice opened up the back of Mia's panties. "Wow nice bum Mia", Alice joked, before slapping her on the behind. "Not as nice as yours, from what I could see earlier", taunted Mia in reply. Alice stood startled, for a moment. Had Paris really slid her hand down the crack in her behind? She had and she knew it. Embarrassed, Paris grinned apologetically towards Alice, before pouring the bucket of yellow slime inside the back of Mia's underwear. Once her knickers were full to the brim, Alice pulled the thin material back as far as she could before gleefully letting it go. As her knickers slapped back against her behind, the gunge splashed up the small of her back and down the sides of her legs, as well as coating most of Alice's stomach as she was standing far too close behind. In response to Mia's giggles, Alice took hold of Mia's knickers once more and gave her a painful wedgie, as Paris poured what remained of the yellow slime down over the front of her legs.

Grimacing, from the slap of her panties against her sore, bare skin, Mia's mood lightened upon Paris cheekily picking up a custard pie and launching it rather unexpectedly at Alice's graceful, resplendent face. "Sorry it was too good to resist", Paris cackled, as Alice wiped the custard from her eyes. Sensing the opportunity, Mia broke free of Alice's limp grasp. But the teenager had barely travelled ten metres before the lightning quick Alice caught up with her and barged her over into the mud pit below. Mia's entire body disappeared under the surface, as Alice watched in triumph from the safety of the bank. Gasping for air as she resurfaced, it was no longer possible to tell who she was. Her hair, face and chest were engulfed in the grubby, filthy mud. Her skin chocolate brown, with the mud reaching up almost to her waist, Mia groggily wiped the syrupy sludge from her eyes. "Serves you right", cackled Alice, as Paris watched on in awe from the other side of the swamp.

Suddenly, Alice heard a rustle from behind. Turning around, she barely had enough time to hear Bella shout, "Who's laughing now?" As the minute blonde threw the last remaining bucket of red slime over her face, before pushing the shocked brunette backwards into the mud pit below. Like Mia, Alice disappeared completely under the surface of the quagmire. "Hey you could have done that sooner", laughed Mia, as she smiled and gestured to her friend. Rising to her knees, Alice was defenceless as Mia continued to splash mud over her auburn hair and her bewitching face.

Splashing Mia back in order to defend herself, Alice turned to Paris before complaining, "You could have told me she was there." "Sorry, I never saw her", came Paris's rather feeble reply, as she tried to avoid laughing at the expense of her grubby, rather bespattered friend. Her back turned to Mia, Alice suddenly felt a push against her shoulders. The teenager was trying to playfully barge her back into the mud. "Well, if you must insist", cried Alice before turning around, grappling Mia by the shoulders and wrestling her beneath the surface of the mud. Surprised at just how strong Alice was, Mia, etiolated, was unable to respond. As Mia scrambled for a breath, the brunette had to admit that she had started it, although it had been for a joke. For once, she deserved having her face shoved into the mud, even if Alice was being rather more forceful than truly necessary.

Sensing that Alice was underestimating her strength, Mia slapped the brunette weakly on the left cheek. Crying out to Bella, Mia yelled, "Do something!" But the blonde rather unhelpfully replied, "But I am", as she took out her phone and began to film the incredibly one-sided wrestling. "We need footage of this for Ava remember. Hang on in there Mia, you can do it!" Bella screamed in encouragement as she recorded the brunette having her face shoved under the surface of the mud. From the other side of the bank, Paris, cheering, urged Alice on to destroy her. Soon enough, Alice had an exhausted Mia lying down in the shallow end of the pit, her face submerged deep into the mud. Forgetting herself for a moment, Alice grabbed hold of Mia's knickers and quickly yanked them down her legs. "Wait, Alice, what are you doing?" cried Paris, as she saw her friend throw Mia's panties into the deeper end of the pit. "Alice, you're taking it too far", Paris continued to wail, suddenly realising that their game had turned suddenly sour.

Looking up, Alice immediately let go of Mia, who collapsed, exhausted, face first into the mud. What she done? She was no better than Floriana. How could she be so cruel to the teenager after watching her captain be so cruel to Hayley and Paris the night before? Fully ashamed, Alice leant down to check up on Mia. "Mia, are you alright, I'm ever so sorry, I don't know what happened. I just suddenly lost my self-control." Panting, Mia reached out her hand ready for Alice to pull her back to her feet. Alice returned the gesture and hurled the naked girl up out of the mud. Caked in copious layers of mud, there was no need for the nude teenager to hide her modesty. Nevertheless, she still turned to Alice and remarked, "Hey, could you help find my underwear?" As Alice trudged past her to the deeper side of the marsh, Mia playfully kicked her up the backside and Alice fell headfirst into the mud. Wanting to show that she was joking, Mia immediately ran to offer her own hand in return. But Alice, being Alice, simply pulled Mia back into the mud.

Wiping the mud from her eyes as she stood back up, Mia ruffled Alice's hair as she continued to search in vain for the teenager's knickers. "Let's call that a draw", suggested Bella unhelpfully, before putting away her camera phone and offering her hand to pull Mia completely out of the swamp. With Alice still scrambling around in the mud, Paris approached Bella and Mia and began to make amends. "I must apologise for Alice. She can't help herself sometimes, she really does have a short fuse. But when you do get to know her, she truly is an awesome friend. By the way, my name's Paris. Just exactly how do you know Alice?" she inquired. Meanwhile, giving up her search, Alice simply sat down in the mud. "Oh, I had an argument with her at the pub a few weeks back", began Mia, "except that time I won and handcuffed her to the bar!" "Oh, it's you! My sister told me all about what happened. I must apologise for Linda too. From what I hear, she was awfully unpleasant to your friend", crowed Paris in return.

Mia smiled as she leant forward and gave Paris an intimate, raunchy hug. Rubbing her naked body against Paris's chest, Mia whispered, "It's so great to meet a fellow lesbian, I really must introduce you to my partner Ava sometime. In fact, I know just the person, for who you're just exactly their type. Alex will be frilled to meet you; would you like me to set you up?" Feeling the sensuous rubbing of Mia's bare breasts across her chest, Paris replied, "I'd love to. I'm ever so glad we met." Paris then gave Mia a cheeky slap on the behind before turning to her mentor, still sitting in the swamp. "Come on Alice, do hurry up!" Poor Alice looked up just in time to be hit by a caramel pie that Paris had thrown with such expert precision that its centre splatted exactly on the tip of her nose.

Continuing to lecture her friend, Paris announced, "Don't think that I haven't realised what you've been up to this past week. It was Hayley who first put all the clues together you know. You've been trying desperately to get my sister and Floriana to fall out. But we've always supported you as captain. If you wanted our help, all you had to do was ask. Hayley's injured because of you, don't you forget. Though I guess I must thank you for engineering my debut. Look Floriana's a jerk, you don't have to be like her. I really hope you beat her tomorrow. Like Hayley said, we'll do everything we can to help you."

Mia meanwhile, continued to wipe the mud from her cheeks. Bella was about to pass her, her dress, when Paris suddenly turned around and announced, "Hey don't put that on yet, you can have a shower at the clubhouse if you like. There's no one else is around; the men's team aren't due for training for a while yet. Nobody will see us if we make a quick dash across the park."

But just as Alice began to clamber out of the mud pit by herself, Paris had a second thought. "Wait a minute Mia. Why don't I go fetch Alice's jersey and her shorts? You can wear them, instead of Alice. She'll happily make the short sprint to the clubhouse in her underwear. Won't you Alice?" "Wait, what, oh, alright", came the brunette's rather confused, defeated reply.

As Mia greedily pulled Alice's jersey over her chest, Paris turned to her once more and inquired, "So what exactly happened between you and Alice in the pub? Alice's version is rather biased, I can't wait to hear your take on events." "With pleasure", Mia began as they started to make their way back to the pavilion.

Upon reaching the changing rooms, Alice, keen to hide her modesty, tried to run through the open door. But Paris put her arm out to stop her, which thus collided with the brunette's quivering chest. "Just where do you think you're going?" Paris teased. Continuing, Paris giggled, "Oh Alice, I do hope you've learnt your lesson. But I can't help but like you, you have such a perky bottom." Saucily, Paris leant forward and kissed Alice on the cheek, before reaching round and slapping her once again on her behind. "Just to ensure that you've learnt the error of your ways, I reckon that you should face one final challenge", teased Paris. "It's later than I thought. Why don't you shower in the men's changing rooms before they arrive? Don't worry, you still have fifteen minutes!" Bella and Mia collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Oh, I suppose I deserve it, don't I?" Alice sighed, before turning around and heading for the boy's door.

Once inside the men's locker room, Alice gently eased down her soiled knickers and unhooked her mud-spattered bra. Throwing her lingerie to the floor, she stepped into the shower. Fortunately, it was still rather warm. But no sooner had she just begun to wash the mud from her thighs, she heard the soft patter of feet, followed by a shrill giggle and the sound of somebody running off with her clothes. Poking her head outside her shower cubicle, Alice suddenly realised that she had forgotten to remember a towel. Outside, arriving fifteen minutes early, Johnny pulled his van into the car park and whistled as he ran inside to get changed.