Getting even part I https://umd.net/stories/i/wetlook-adventure
Getting even part II https://umd.net/stories/getting-even-part-two

In our previous episodes Erin is pissed at Gil. Using her considerable talents she maneuvers him with his back to the pool

Gerard was stunned. Everything was so perfect. Now she was angry and what she said made no sense. Reflexively, he stepped back from her. But something else was wrong he kept going back and then he was falling. Far too late he realized he had lost all track of where he was standing. Gerard had fallen backward and right into the deep end of the pool

For a moment Gerard was underwater but not wet. His pants and crouch leaked through first, but his jacket kept the water out for a few long seconds. By the time he reached the surface he was completely soaked through, and his clothes made it hard to swim. He looked up at Erin only to see her smiling back down at him with a Machiavellian grin of satisfaction.

As he thrashed about in his pants, shoes and jacket he felt an erection growing. Talking to Erin about getting her wet again in the red flight suit has gotten him excited and things were now taking off on their own. He thought again for a moment about Erin, but then noticed a crowd was forming around Erin.

"What the fuck is Gerard doing in the pool with his clothes on? " Boomed Glen Larsen's voice through the crowd. "We are supposed to be entertaining sponsors here"

"He was talking to Erin and fell in sir" reported one of the set staffers.

"Well get out of there, now"

Gerard slowly pulled himself out of the water. He clothes felt like they weighed 40 pounds as he stood up and started to apologize to his producer. "Listen, Glenn"

"Shut up Gil, you fool. You look ridiculous."

Gil heard snickers from the women circling around the area about 30 feet away with several of them pointing and covering their mouths. He beige pants were now a medium brown, very shiny, and wrapping him like a second layer of skin. They showed the perfect outline of his massive boner bulging down from his crouch and out on to his left leg.

Being a big Hollywood Star, Gerard was certainly unaccustomed to being humiliated and laughed at by a group of people. "It's her fault Glen. She lured me over here and pushed me in sort of." Gerard cried out in a high-pitched voice.

"I did not" Erin replied coldly "He was staring down my shirt for the past 10 minutes and walked right into pool. And from the looks of things, Gil must have been pretty excited about what he saw!" The crowd around them let out a muted laugh.

Gerard just wanted to melt. It kept getting worse. And no matter what he did, his wet clothes kept rubbing his dick and keeping his erection going.

"Can someone please get Gil a towel" Larsen asked with exasperation.

"Oh Glen" Erin stared in with a sly look on her face "Why don't you have him spend some time with Crystal McMillian. I'm sure she would enjoy seeing how "EXCITED" Gil is about Maybelline's sponsorship of the show this past year."

A cackling laugh broke in from behind the crown as Pamela Hensley strutted through the crowd in her leather costume toting an oversized margarita. "No fair getting all wet and shiny Gil, I thought I got to be the center of attention this evening"

"That's enough" barked Larsen. " This is not an Aaron Spelling production where The Stars end up wet in their clothes. I know you two had an incident on the set this week and now this. But it must stop. Now!"

Sarah, the on set coordinator, appeared with a beach towel much to Gerard's relief. She paused for a second two feet in from of him, allowing her eyes to drop and get one last up close look at the massive hard on all the ladies were whispering about. She locked eyes with Gil for a moment. Normally Gerard had a bit of a pompous swagger about him, but his run in with Erin Grey had left him a little stunned.

"Sarah, Thank You" Larsen said relieved. He could also see his number one star was not dealing with this very well. And part of being a producer was taking care of the talent, even when they act like baboons. "Sarah, can you please take care of Gil here? Take him out through the yard, drive him home and get him sorted out. If he is up to it, clean him up and bring him back.

Sarah could not believe her luck. She was going to drive home the number one TV star in Hollywood. Normally Gerard only dated other stars, musicians and supermodels. But now was her chance. He was all wet, had a massive boner going and a severely bruised ego. And no doubt about it, Gil Gerard was the 1970's hunk every girl wanted between their legs.

Her mind was racing!