The questions the host was slinging at her were getting harder by the minute. Harder, but definitely not impossible. The blue-green pool of slime was enough motivation to think hard.

Onyx tried to remember how she wound up where she was -- broadcast on television. Having questions asked left and right, so many that it was reminiscent of some sick, twisted job interview. Having a full audience of anxious people watch her, as she sat perched on a chair mere inches about a giant pool of...

...what was that stuff, anyway? It glistened a sickly blue-green, looked cold, most definitely, cold and deep.

Biggest question of all... how did she get here?

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It was about a week ago when a rather interesting patron had come into her job at the club. He saw Onyx as one of the more... experienced dancers there. He constantly undressed her with his eyes, and imagining her slick and slathered with so many colors was... exquisite.

"Hello..." Onyx said to him at the bar, adjusting her top. "Did you enjoy my dance by any chance?"

"Hell yeah, I did. I'm Josh." he held out his hand for her to shake. "You are?"

Onyx took his hand in a small, but firm shake. "Onyx. It's nice to meet you."

Josh pulled a chair from the bar and had Onyx sit next to him. "Sit down, I'll buy you a drink."

"Hey, alright! Thanks!" Onyx perked up.

Within minutes, the bartender had prepared a couple of drinks for the two.

"Cheers?" Josh held up his glass.

"Cheers." Onyx lightly tinked hers against his, before downing her drink.

"Whoa, slow down there, girl." Josh chuckled.

"Sorry, habit."

"I... had a question that I wanted to ask you."

"Go ahead. Shoot." she felt somewhat slightly nervous. She always felt somewhat nervous around customers who wanted to ask her a question, it was always, 'what position', 'can I fuck you', 'can I take you home', 'how does your husband approve of you stripping', 'where do you live'--

"What do you think of gunging?"

Onyx looked in three different directions before settling again on his eyes. "What's... I don't get it."

Josh pinched the space between his eyes briefly before summing up his courage. The hardest part was always the explanation. It wasn't something that could be easily said with such panache, especially to a newbie to it. "It's... oh, do you want another drink?"

"Hey! Sure!" Onyx cheered up again.

The bartender had her another drink within seconds. She was focused on Josh as she stirred it with the stirrer, curious on what he was going to say next.

"Do you remember Nickelodeon Studios?"

"...yeah...?"

"Do you remember all the slime they had?"

"Err... yes?"

"Do you remember being a child, wishing that you could be that person in that dunk tank, or with that gloppy mess over YOUR head?"

"Oh, I see whatchu did there." Onyx smiled.

"How does it sound... if YOU could be the one over that dunk tank, if YOU could be the one slimed, or gunged for once?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No, it isn't. We'll save all the hard questions for later." Josh reached into his pocket and checked the time. "Oh, shit. It's about time for me to go."

"Oh? But we've only had two drinks--"

"I know, and it's been a blast, really. You see, I'm very busy; I own my own game show." he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small white card. "Here's my info. I want you to go home, think about it, then call me back... you can be on my show."

"Wowz." Onyx took the card while sipping the last of her drink(which she plowed through that one, too). "You own a game show? Do you always come into strip-clubs?"

Josh smiled. "I'm always looking for beautiful women and you really caught my eye, Onyx."

"You know... I think I'll call you."

"Please do."

With a final smile, he set his chair back at the bar, then headed for the exit, Onyx watching all the while. When he was out of sight, she looked down at the card again.

"Joshua Frost. Nice name. I'll definitely call you back..."

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And that's how it started. An interesting patron, a few drinks, a small, white card, and a simple phone call was all it took. Here she was, Josh slinging questions at her, left and right, having an audience of gunge enthusiasts eagerly watch her about that pool of slime. She was nervous and took a deep breath.

"Alright, Onyx, you ready for your first question?"

"Go ahead, Mr. Hostie!"

"Funny, aren't you? Now remember, audience. She's got to answer all three questions right to avoid taking a dip in our gunge tank today. Speaking of which, what's the recipe for the day, Al?"

A voice came in over the speaker systems, along with some cheesy, cheery music. "Oh, well we can't REALLY tell you what's in the gunge today, Josh! It's a secret recipe! We haven't even ever tried this on anyone before. It may be to thick, it may be too slick, perhaps too warm or cold, but we won't know until we get someone in there!"

"Geez. He won't even tell me the recipe on my own show."

"Damn straight I won't," the audience laughed, and Josh chuckled a bit himself.

"Here's the question... the Nintendo 64 was released in--"

"OOO! 1996!!! Well, in North America, anyway."

Half the audience clapped-- she got it right! Half the audience booed-- she only had two more chances to show herself in that tank.

"Okay, your next question."

"Hmmm..." Onyx took a quick glance at the tank. Curiosity was starting to swell inside her... she could get something wrong and go plunge in that pool... or...

"What is the capital of Tennessee?"

"...Nashville."

The audience just clapped. Last question, last chance... what was it really like in that pool, anyway?

"Here's your last question, Onyx."

"Go for it."

"Now remember... you get this right, you go home spic and span. If not... it's in the pool for you. What... is two plus two?"

"Oh, God."

At this point in time, now, she wanted to see what it was like in that tank. Before, she was afraid, but the idea of coming all this way and nothing happening would've been quite a waste... but get a question like that wrong and look like an idiot?

"Ahh, to hell with it... two plus two equals fish."

Josh made a face like that of receiving a sudden wound of some sort. "Ooooo... sorry... that's incorrect. But oh, well... know what happens now?"

"SHE GOES IN THE GUNGE!" the audience said in unison.

"That's right..." Josh stood next to a big, obvious, cleverly-placed red button on a wall, out of the splash zone area of the tank. "And when I press this big, obvious, cleverly-place red button right here... she will. How about we get a countdown?! FROM THREE, EVERYONE!"

"3!"

"Oh, shit..." Onyx thought.

"2!"

"Ehhheeheheheheheh....."

"1!"

"Here it come-"

The bottom of her chair was suddenly relieved of her weight as it retracted, leaving her to fall.

First, she had a final glance at the audience and cameras before a thick, cold, slimy feeling engulfed her and everything went black. The audience's clapping and cheering muffled in the thick goo as it filled her ears like something short of bad water.

She wanted to stand up in the pool, but her feet kept slipping on the slimy bottom, and her hands slapped at the sticky surface of the slime. Finally, she was able to emerge, waist deep in stringy, blue-green slime, her slick hands gripping the edge of the pool.

Josh was there, smiling. "I bet that was the most interesting three seconds of your life."

Onyx sputtered, getting the goo out of her eyes. "Just three seconds?"

Josh laughed. "Yes, just three seconds."

"Wow... time just flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?"

"Sure does. Now let's give Onyx a round of applause!!!"

The audience cheered even louder as she and Josh talked amongst themselves.

After the show, Josh helped her out of the the pool. The goo pulled and slurped against her body until she was able to put a leg over the side. She crawled out, carefully, and managed to stand her ground.

She pulled at the goo on her body. "Urgh."

"So..." Josh began. "How'd you like it?"

"Oh, it was fun. Bit thick, though. Felt like I fell in a booger or something. Do you do this often?"

"Yes... I do. Even outside of here."

Onyx smiled. "Well, I should most definitely come back up here and do this gunge thing again. It's more fun than being a stripper ever could be."

"Most definitely. You look great in that stuff."

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