'Oh..I'm sorry.' Rachel could still remember the mortification in her voice before she even looked up and realised exactly who she had bumped shoulders with as she slipped out of the lift. 'It's..Emma Watson isn't it?'

That question had sounded so stupid in her head, but as so often happened when she was surprised her mouth just took over without any real input from her brain.

'So my agent tells me.' The youthful brunette said with a casual shrug that send her curly hair bouncing softly before settling again against the shoulders of her crumpled blue shirt. 'You'd think I had forgotten who I am the number of times I'm reminded of that. Does yours keep reminding you are Rachel Riley every five minutes?'

'Not really.' Rachel hesitated before replying, this whole conversation feeling a little surreal. 'Did your agent send you here?'

'Yeah..seems someone wants me to make an appearance on Celebrity Big Brother. Intriguing enough maybe but I don't think I could commit to it so I at least wanted to come and say that in person.'

'The life of a big celebrity huh?' Rachel said with a smile. 'Everyone wants a piece of the new guy on the block. Well..new girl maybe. I'm guessing you've been bombarded by invitations to lots of fancy New Years parties?'

'One or two.' Emma replied. 'I'm not going though. I'm thinking of holding one of my own. You should come. It will be fun.'

'Seriously?' Rachel asked with a laugh. 'Me? You do know I do daytime tv right? I'm not a big name or anything.'

'I know.' Emma replied. 'Still I'd love it if you came. Here. Save the date. Got to run.'

'I...well..thank you.' Rachel said uncertainly as Emma quickly scribbled a few lines on a scrap of paper that she slipped into her hand before moving away into the lift leaving her feeling a little confused and flustered in a way she didn't fully understand.

Perhaps it was that sudden flustered feeling that kept the invitation bouncing around in her head as the run up to New Years approached, where all the really had to look forward too was the usual office party. Certainly now that she and Jamie had split up. Which seemed more palatable than the dreaded 'D' word. So faced with either that or being home alone with a bottle of champagne and her memories Rachel had slipped into something casual yet stylish and headed out into the evening.

Yet standing here now outside the Penthouse door before her, she couldn't help doubting her choice of outfit. Especially if beyond the plain dark stained door before her awaited glamorous celebrities dolled up to the nines while she would no doubt look plain in her red blouse with pink flower print which was both cut to reveal a tempting flash of cleavage and delicately ruffled around the sleeves and waist, the hem of which barely touched the black skirt that flowed down to her knees and matched perfectly her black satin heels. Even her hair delicately curled around her shoulders felt hideously plain at the moment.

Pushing down those doubts before they took hold and she scurried home, Rachel extended a finger to press on the buzzer beside the door, the shrill noise cutting over the soft music she could now hear from the other side of the door. Her heart pounded as she waited the long seconds that felt like hours, each one marked by the footsteps she heard approaching.

'Rachel. You made it.'

Rachel held back on the sigh of relief she felt upon seeing Emma standing before her. While the young brunette actress did look stunning with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her outfit wasn't the paragon of excessive glamour she had been dreading. She seemed to have been comfortable with the casual look too; and with her choice of blue skirt, black leggings and button down shirt a few shades lighter than her skirt. 'Come on in. Everyone is already here.'

'Who is everyone?' Rachel asked, somehow imagining a impressive gathering of celebrities, one where she would be little more than a smudge on the steps of stardom.

'Just a few friends. With you it makes five.' Emma said casually as she lead her through the penthouse, the music growing stronger and bringing with it the sounds soft conversation that washed over her as she was lead into the spacious lounge where four faces she instantly recognised sat at there ease on one of the expansive leather couches; faces that brought Rachel out in a broad smile. This might be fun after all. While she knew them all by sight, the sheer fact of standing in the same room as Pixie Lott, Jessica Ennis and Mollie King. Thankfully, they too had all dressed similarly casually as her host. Mollie and Jessica had gone down the same route as Emma; at least at the start. Where as Mollie had chosen a white blouse, Jessica wore one of a looser cut and a deep shade of red. There they differed though, Jessica wearing a black miniskirt and Mollie a pair of green slacks. Pixie on the other hand had been slightly more daring on the casual scale, a green tank top slipped over a pair of high cut denim shorts thaf revealed a generous amount of toned stomach and almost all of her gorgeously toned legs.

'Soo..this is your mystery guest.' Rachel did her best not not to feel both star struck and out of place at the same time as Pixie took the lead in sizing her up. Not an unfair feeling given she suddenly found herself faced by not one or two, but three bonafide celebrities. 'Will..come on. Don't just stand there. Have a seat. What's your poison?'

Rachel took the first offer, making use of the silence that followed to take a longer look around her. Mollie aside the others were all enjoying a glass of white wine; the former nursing a glass of clear spirit. Vodka maybe. And while that was a tempting offer to soothe her nerves, right now she erred on the softer side for the moment. 'I'll take a wine thank you.'

'Good choice.' Rebecca smiled as she tipped her glass in casual salute. 'I should know. I brought it after all. Normally I'm a red wine kinda gal but I thought I'd try something new. That's my New Years resolution. Trying new things.'

Rachel felt a smile twitch her lips, equal parts relieved and understanding. Rebecca had relieved her of the burden of starting a conversation; a tall order given how she still was gripped by the lingering trace of star struck awe.

'That's me as well.' Rachel chipped in. 'Looking to try new things. Not that anything has come up yet. I've still got the Countdown gig of course. And that's cool. But I'm looking for bigger things.'

'Like what?' Emma asked as she raised her refilled glass.

'Well..' Rachel hesitated as she took a long sip from her refilled drink, the first glass of wine already gone to her head without saying anything about the second. But she felt the need of something to steady her nerves, the potential offer she had received sounding pretty silly now she thought about saying it out loud. 'There has been talk about rebooting the Crystal Maze. Again. I know, it's been done before. And I'm not sure what I can bring too it. But it's flattering to be thought of.'

'I think you'd be great.' Pixie threw her a genuine smile. 'Not that I ever really watched the Crystal Maze. Wasn't that the one with the moon base and the gunge and...'

'No..that's another one.' Emma laughed softly. 'Gunge isn't really the Crystal Maze's thing.'

'Thank god.' Rachel sipped her wine slowly to cover her sudden shudder. 'That stuff looks gross.'

'Ahh..it's not so bad.' Emma offered comfortingly.

'Oh yes.' Rachel responded with a grin. 'You've been gunged, haven't you. That Nickelodeon clip.'

'She did more than that.' Mollie chipped in. 'She hosted that wacky Gameshow a while back. Got gunged a few times along the way. I couldn't have done that.'

'I'm not sure I could have either.' Rachel admitted. 'I'm glad I wasn't in tv back in the 90's. I'm sure somehow I'd have ended up on Noel's House Party or something like that. Being in that gunge tank would have freaked me out.'

'It takes a lot of people that way.' Emma sympathised. 'I was scared the first time.'

'I wouldn't have been.' Pixie shrugged casually.

'Oh? Care to put your money where your mouth is?' Mollie countered with a grin that was all challenge.

'Got something in mind?' Pixie rose to that challenge without even batting an eyelid.

'Now..I think it's a bit early for that.' Emma said with a glance towards Rachel that she noticed but didn't fully understand.

'Early my ass.' Mollie said. 'She's good for it. And I've been waiting to get my own back. I've got something special just for you, Pixie love.'

'I..fine.' Emma relented with a slow exhale and a fixed stare that conveyed one firm message; don't scare her off. 'Nothing too extreme Mollie. Okay?'

Rachel couldn't help feeling..lost here. Sure, her head was still buzzing from the alcohol but even as relaxed as she was, something still felt odd..out of place. 'Ummm...what's going on? Should..I leave?'

'Nono.' Emma said quickly, perhaps too quickly as she took the seat Mollie had just vacated, easing herself down next to the obviously bemused Countdowner. 'It's nothing to worry about. Of all of us here, Pixie and Mollie are the most..competitive. And sometimes they need to get that out of their system.'

'I see.' Rachel took another prolonged sip of her wine, mostly to have something to do as she tried to make sense of this. 'No. I don't. Get what out of her system.'

'She's going to find out anyway.' Jessica prompted as Emma paused, her teeth worrying her lower lip. 'You might as well tell her.'

'Okay, okay.' Emma relented after a seconds pause. 'This isn't just a New Years party. We often get together..just the four of us. For..kinda a games night. A messy games night you might say. Like..kinda slapstick messy..in a way. See..we all kinda enjoy that kinda thing. I didn't mean to spring that on you. I was hoping to ease you into it. If you really want to leave, then I won't stop you.'

'No.' Rachel said slowly, oddly finding that she meant it. It would be so easy to just leave but that would make a mockery of the new outgoing self to was trying to create. And..maybe this was the alcohol talking but she couldn't help being curious. 'No. I mean..yeah..it's a bit weird. And you totally tricked me into coming here. But..I did want to try new things. So I'll stay.'

'Then you will need some more wine.' Jessica said, motioning to fill up Rachel's glass and, upon seeing her nod, following through with that.

'So..what did Mollie mean when she said she had something special for you?' Rachel asked, just to have something to break the silence.

'Oh..she is still a little bitter from the last time.' Pixie answered with a laugh. 'It's not my fault she is so bad at charades. After all, she agreed to get messy for every wrong guess so that's really her fault too. I think she was hoping I'd mess up and get messy. I think that only made it worse, that I got away with a clean sweep. Not bad for only my first visit.'

'So..you've only been to one of these before?' Rachel couldn't help being a little reassured by that. Okay, she still felt a little out of place here but it helped knowing she wasn't quite as far behind the curve with the others as she'd feared.

'Yup. And never gotten messy.' Pixie said with a grin. 'Even if Mollie is going to do her best to change that tonight.'

'You bet I am.' Mollie said as she reemerged. 'Come on through ladies. I'm just about ready.'

Gripped by sudden hesitation, Rachel was the last to rise and the last to trail through the door Mollie lead them all through, her heart pounding a little in her chest. After all, she had no idea what she was going to see and that uncertainty had her bubbling with just a little anxiety. An anxiety that didn't exactly fade when she saw what lay on the other side, a little gasp breaking from her lips as her eyes settled on the plastic stool set in the middle of the wide paddling pool which itself was surrounded by nine buckets of multicoloured liquid.

Just for a second Rachel froze, gripped by the worrying thought that maybe this had all been a trick and he would end up being the one lead to the stool in some crazy new girl hazing ritual. Luckily that didn't come to pass as Emma with a light touch on her elbow directed her to sit in one of the three mismatched arm chairs set a few feet back from the pool.
Pixie showed no such hesitation as she marched bravely towards the stool and sat smoothing down her shirt. The brazen display of bravado wasn't lost on Rachel who couldn't help another flicker of doubt as she couldn't help again feeling a little lost and envious of that confidence at the same time.

'I'm sure you've worked out how this is going to work.' Mollie said with almost mocking sweetness as she casually walked to stand before the seated Pixie. 'But just for our new girl here, I'll explain things. 'As you no doubt noticed there are nine buckets around you. One for each of the nine questions I've selected.'

'Oh..wow..you've really outdone yourself.' Pixie replied, her tone matching Mollie with the same teasing mockery. 'Answer a question to avoid getting a bucket of Gunge poured over me. How original.'

'Did I say I was done?' Mollie retorted. 'The trick is, to stay safe you need to get only three questions wrong. Any less and then you do get a bucket of Gunge poured over you for each wrong answer.'

That made her nervous but she kept her cool. Pixie must insist upon random questions or ask Rachel to pick a stack of questions.

'Are you done now?' Pixie countered coolly, apparently not bothered by the twist she had thrown out.

'I am now.' Mollie nodded. 'Are you ready? Doesn't matter. I am. First question. Name as many European capital cities as you can that begin with the letter 'B'.

If Mollie had expected Pixie to be thrown by that question, she was sorely disappointed as the only reaction she got was a smile that seemed to ask if that was the best she had. 'Too easy. Bucharest, Berlin, Bern, Budapest, Brussels and.. Baku. Next question.'

Rachel wasn't sure if that hesitation on the last question was genuine or part of some tease towards Mollie. Either way she didn't take the bait and just continued smoothly with the next question. 'Name any of the two mascots connected with the Milwaukee Brewers.'


'The Brewman?' It was a complete guess; both Mollie and Pixie knew that. Which was why neither of them lingered on it.

'Can you give me a number one track from the following artists; Madonna, Janet Jackson and Bon Jovi.'

''Ummmm....'Vogue', 'I don't have the heart' and 'Livin' on a Prayer.''

'Which of these countries is not larger than France; South Africa, Egypt, Angola, Peru or Spain?'

'Spain.' Pixie answered with a degree of conviction.

'Can you give me three characters from the Lord of the Rings with completely different names?'

'Frodo Baggins.' Pixie began with a slight frown, that caveat having prevented her from using Bilbo as well. 'Gandalf and..Legolas.'

'Ca is the chemical symbol for which element?'

'Calcium.'

'Bora, Mistral and Pampero are all types of what?'

'Birds?' Pixie offered.

Which Greek Goddess is portrayed on the 2012 Olympic Medals?'

'Venus?' Pixie replied with obvious hesitation.

'Last question. Name three planets with more than 2 moons.'

'Saturn, Pluto and Neptune.' Pixie said confidently.

'Not bad.' Mollie admitted more than a little grudgingly. In truth she had hoped that Pixie would have done a lot worse than she did. 'Not bad at all. You got over half of them right as it goes.'

'Ha.' Pixie crowed. 'Chew on that Mollie. No Gunge for me.'

'Oh? You think so?' Mollie continued as the triumphant expression on Pixie's face faltered just a little. 'You got five questions right. But, as I'm sure you can see where this is going, you got four of them wrong. Which means, four of these are for you.'

'Fine.' Pixie said with a good natured smile. 'I'm a girl of my word. Do your worst.'

All her earlier bravado aside, Pixie couldn't help looking more than a little nervous as Mollie, with no small amount of effort, lifted the first bucket up into her arms only to move around behind her. 'Oh..I will. And I think this is just your colour.'

Pixie wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that, but then she had other things on her mind. The short gasp from Rachel was the only warning she had before her hair was swamped in smooth blue Gunge that wasn't so much poured as tipped over her. Mollie certainly hadn't pulled her punches, upending the whole thing in go. Her hair wasn't the only thing to get splashed either, the overwhelming Gunge having nowhere else to go but down in a relentless wave that quickly claimed her shirt in the same vibrant blue. While it wasn't as bad as she had feared, Pixie couldn't help a shiver, the sodden and Gunge heavy material of her shirt now plastered against her skin with a cool clamminess that clung to her sides.

'What makes you think blue is my colour?' Pixie quipped as she wiped away the Gunge that was threatening to slip over her eyes.

'At least I didn't go with pink.' Mollie grinned at her already gunged rival, relishing the fact that she was only going to get messier before she was done. 'Too cliched for a girl called Pixie, don't you think.'

'Very funny,' Pixie sighed. 'I don't know what's worse. The Gunge or your puns.'

'Well..maybe you can let me know.' Mollie said as she grabbed the second bucket. Pixie for her part was tempted this time to throw her hands up around her head, but that would, apart from not being a good sport, have admitted to both herself and Mollie that she wasn't as blasabout the whole thing as she seemed. It would have done no good anyway as Mollie aimed the bucket not at her head but over her tensed shoulders. Having decided her hair was gunged enough for now, Mollie took a gleeful delight in running the brilliant white Gunge back and forth along her shoulders, making sure to quickly draining goo costed her back before moving her aim forward to give her breasts the same treatment, noting with satisfaction the shiver from her victim as the slime caressed her chest before continuing down her stomach. Unknown to her Pixie had chosen some sexy but rather flimsy underwear for tonight, which meant now that her shirt was drenched here was nothing to protect the skin that lay beneath.

'Definitely your puns.' Pixie retorted. 'This isn't so bad.'

'Good. Because we still have two more to go.' Mollie reminded her. 'And I know just what to do with them too.'

While Pixie seemed to be somewhat taking this in her stride, Rachel was teetering between shock, bemused humour and the tiniest tinge of arousal. She had no idea why this was turning her on since she had never shown a predilection for anything other than vanilla sex and never an interest in girls. Bit she couldn't deny what she felt. Nor her odd curiosity as to what that might feel like if she was in her place.

Unaware of Rachel's confused musings, Mollie had grabbed the third bucket with the express desire of showing her no mercy. In a playful sense of course. Rachel had no way of knowing beyond the evidence of her own eyes but that was the defining character of their oneupmanship.
With her hair and shirt still dripping with the Gunge that fully satisfied Mollie's ends, that really only left one target. So..pausing only to savour the look on Pixie's face as she raised the bucket, Mollie eased the lip forward slowly. Okay, it wasn't as slow as she would have wanted, the initial rush splashing a little high against her stomach but she quickly corrected her aim, guiding it down to allow the yellow Gunge to flow into the softly squirming Pixie's lap and over her almost pristine lower garments. Showing the same unabashed glee she had earlier, she worked the Gunge all over her short clad hips and bare thighs alike; a chuckle slipping past her lips as Pixie clamped her thighs together. For all the good that did, for the faded blue denim that hugged her hips was a sea of yellow long before Mollie lowered the bucket.

Pixie might have been forgiven for thinking this was done, after all there was something inherently distracting about being coated from head to slow in thick gloopy Gunge. Distracting enough to make Pixie forget that Mollie still had one bucket at her disposal.

And she might have been allowed to forget had Mollie not made a point of reminding her. 'Now for the money shot.'

Those words trickled into Pixie's ears just like the Gunge that trickled over her ears; her head flicked up suddenly as she struggled to grasp that meaning. A meaning that suddenly became perfectly clear when she saw Mollie already holding the last bucket. A bucket she made a show of winding up in a slow swing before drawing it back.

'You wouldn't dare.' Pixie said, those words almost on defiance of the certain knowledge that she most certainly would dare.

'Well..maybe not.' Mollie mused before her thoughtful tone shifted to a mirthful laugh. 'Just kidding.'

'No.' Pixie shrieked as the bucket was suddenly flung towards her, the thick black Gunge flung out ahead of it by just a second. That second was still enough for Pixie to twist her head to the side, an instinctive reaction that did nothing to stop her front taking the full force of the glossy sludge which splashed itself all over her face, clung to her chest and landed with a wet splat in her lap. Streaks of black trickled down her arms and over her chin, glopping from her hair and down her legs as the rapid splash settled against her skin and soaked clothing, the Gunge clinging like a thick oil.

As the shock of it faded so too did the shriek, the shrill sound fading to a sweet laugh; Pixie now willing to see the funny side of it now that her ordeal was over. 'Fine. You got me. Doesn't mean I won't get you back of course.'

'I wouldn't have it any other way.' Mollie replied with a grin of her own.

'Did that get it out of your system?' Rachel wasn't sure how to reply herself. But that reply just slipped out, directed towards Pixie as she rose with a smile to, unknown to her, to grab a shower. 'You aren't planning on doing that me..are you?' Maybe it was the alcohol but she couldn't help a tiny sliver of intrigue about the whole idea.

'Depends. Would you like us to?' Emma asked, asked the one question she had almost hoped she wouldn't ask. Yet also wished she would.

'I don't..yes..no..maybe.' Rachel admitted. 'This is all kinda...weird. I mean..it seems you guys have fun here. But..I don't know...this is meant to be fun..right?'

'Sure is.' Jessica replied. 'It's all fun and games really. Hey. That's what we should do. Play a game.'

'How messy is this game going to get?' Rachel asked, once again oddly finding herself intrigued. Once again, she could have just made her excuses and left. But she couldn't help thinking about what she might miss out on.

'Depends how well you do.' Emma replied. 'So go easy on her girls. Okay?'

'Easy sounds good.' Rachel replied, still gripped by a little hesitation as she followed the others back into the living room. Silly as it sounded, that actually reassured her a little that things wouldn't get out of hand in here, not without making a huge mess over Emma's furniture. Which wasn't to say that hesitation didn't linger as Mollie moved to rummage around in a low chest set by one of the windows, returning a few minutes later with a game Rachel hadn't played since college.

'Twister?' Rachel replied with a soft laugh as Mollie moved to lay out the mat. 'I was more hoping for Jenga maybe but I guess I'm game.'

'So are we. Usual rules girls? Well..usual for us anyway.' Rachel had a feeling that last part of Jessica's reply was for her benefit, so she wasn't all that surprised when she continued. 'It's just like regular twister but each time you fall, you have to get a little messy.'

'That doesn't sound so bad.' Rachel said as she watched Emma vanish through a doorway that she would later discover was the kitchen. 'So..whose up first?'

'I'll take this one.' Mollie said brightly as Jessica took her place at the edge of the mat, one hand already resting on the spinner. 'I'll go easy on you. As our guest, you can go first.'

Rachel wasn't really sure that was a good thing or not but at least it would get things underway. 'Alright. Spin me. No..wait one.'

Jessica did just that as Rachel slipped off her shoes and, after a seconds pause, grabbed and downed the remainder of the glass she had abandoned prior to Pixie's impromptu game. 'Now I'm ready.'

'Alright. Let's see.' Jessica gave the spinner a sharp twist. 'And we have..left hand on green.'

'And here I was hoping for a foot.' Rachel quipped as she moved to kneel down on the edge of the mat, the aforementioned hand resting on a green circle smack in the middle of the left hand side.

'I'll try to avoid giving you mine later. No promises though.' Jessica replied with a quip of her own. 'Ohhh...left foot blue. Too easy.'

And it certainly was, this first move hardly requiring any real feat of skill on Mollie's part for her to simple step onto the blue circle opposite the edge Rachel had started on.

'Ready Rachel?' Jessica smiled. 'You are the new girl here, so don't feel bad if you can't keep it up. Here we go.'

Rachel replied to that teasing jibe with a playful poke of her tongue as Jessica gave the spinner another spin which after a manic whirl slowed to land on its next fateful choice.

'Hmmm...right foot red. Tricky one.'

She wasn't kidding, Rachel mused as she eyed the mat carefully. There was one she could reach easily enough. Trouble was it was right behind Mollie's firmly planted foot. Tricky or not Rachel wasn't going to give up. So carefully keeping her left hand touching the green circle, she took a big step down into a low squat, her toes just touching the targeted red square.

'Nicely done. Let's see if you can top that Mollie.' Jessica wasted no time in giving the spinner a twist, just as it wasted no time drawing to a halt over a choice that made Mollie grin and Rachel scowl playfully.

'Is this rigged?' Rachel chuckled as Mollie eased her left foot onto the yellow circle next to the green one her opponent's hand still rested on.

'Nope. Promise. There is no fun otherwise.' Jessica soothed. 'Ohhh dear. Left foot blue.'

'Are you sure?' Rachel teased as she contemplated her next move. With the same care as last time, she extended her other leg out until she was resting in a one handed press-up position with her legs spread on either side of Mollie's, her skirt hiked up around her calves as the thick material met the obstruction between her legs. Had she known the evening would involve this, Rachel might have worn something else. But since she didn't that ship had sailed. And at least she had preserved her modesty.

'Nice work.' Mollie applauded softly. 'Hmmm...this could be tricky. Right hand on yellow. Sorry about this Rachel.'

Sorry about what Rachel quickly discovered as Mollie leaned over her, her stomach almost touching her back as she half bent/half crouched to rest her hand on her chosen square.

'No problem.' Rachel replied, eyeing out of the corner of her vision Jessica spinning the spinner again. 'What did I get?'

'Left foot green.' Jessica replied smartly.

'Right. Fine.' Rachel twisted her head as best she could, catching a flash of green just to the left of her left foot. 'Hang on. I've got this..bugger.'

That exclamation came as Rachel shifted her weight to free up her left foot, the sudden movement causing her already wobbling arm to give out and send her tumbling face first to the mat to land sprawled in a mortifying spread eagle with her butt fully on display to the chuckling Mollie who leaned down to give her a hand as she rolled over, pulling her back to her feet.

'Nice try. I got lucky.' Mollie smiled. 'You might not though. You got the forfeit cards ready there Jess?'

'Oh yes.' Jessica pulled out the small stack of cards like those you might get in Trivial Pursuit, a stack that seemed to have been processionally produced; the back splashed with the word FORFEIT set against the badge like logo of a freshly thrown pie. Cards that Jessica drew three from and placed three face down. 'Okay. Pick one and let's see what you get.'

'Alright.' Rachel couldn't help her hand shaking as she reached for the middle card. All her earlier bravado aside she unable to fully hide her anxiety about what she might be faced with. 'Whipped cream shampoo. Is that bad?'

'Not really.' Emma returned at that moment bearing a tray which itself held a collection of bottles and cartons including a can of whipped cream. Something Rachel couldn't help noticing. Also something that wasn't a coincidence. Unknown to Rachel, Emma had planned this, stacking the top of the deck with a few tamer options. After all, if it had as she hoped lead to Rachel taking part she didn't want to scare her off before they got started.


'Here. Have a seat here.' Mollie patted the centre of the now abandoned mat warmly. 'I'll take care of you. Come on.'

With the same tremble that had rippled down her arm now filling her legs with a nervous tremble, Rachel did as she was told. With part of her still not believing she was going to do this, Rachel sat with a shaky breath that only became more so as Mollie settled down behind her, her legs opened to spread along side her equally outstretched ones dictated by her choice of skirt with a closeness that brought her breasts to rest tenderly against her back. Oddly enough that almost intimate position somehow helped Rachel to relax, almost leaning into the familiar comfort of another body against hers. Something she had obviously missed more than she realised.

'Relax. Just relax.' Mollie whispered over the soft pop of the cap being flicked off the can of cream she had been passed by Emma while Rachel was distracted by her thoughts. 'I've got this.'

Despite herself, Rachel still flinched a little at the first hiss of the can's trigger being squeezed. Even though she couldn't actually feel the cream now layering on her hair beyond a slight sticky pressure really no more than you might get from styling foam; she couldn't help that nervous reaction. Nerves that quickly faded, washed away by the realisation that it was nowhere near as bad as she had feared.

Mollie for her part was taking it easy on Rachel, gently layering the cream back and forth over her hair rather than just dumping two cans worth right onto her willing victim as she had done with Shakira the last time the gorgeous pop star had graced their little gathering. Something she very much hoped she could try the next time. For now though she was just focused on creating a soothing experience for the new timer. She would really hate to scare her off and miss out on all the fun times they could share.

'There.' Mollie placed down the can as she added the last touches to the layer of cream that now covered every inch of the top of Rachel's head. 'That doesn't feel too bad does it. And you'll like what comes next. Trust me.'

'Wh..what are you going to do...ohhhh.' Rachel sagged a little as Mollie's hands pressed firmly onto her head, massaging and working the fluffy cream into her hair in the shampoo she had been promised. It was the most bizarre thing Rachel had ever felt; part weird yet oddly satisfying shampooing, part soothing massage.

Which was the point after all. Mollie's hands and fingers alternating between soft scrubs and delicate presses that had Rachel sighing and almost purring, all of her senses assaulted by the overload of sensation from the smooth cream against her skin, the subtle fingers working it into her hair and the soothing crinkles filling her ears as it was worked around her head. Even the sweet smell of the cream was adding to the sensory storm she was feeling. While part of her acknowledged the weirdness of it, the rest of her was in heaven; just going with the odd experience and enjoying it.

'See..I said you'd like it.' Mollie whispered in her ear as her hands slowed. 'Oops..I missed a bit.'

Before she could even question that, Mollie reached for and scooped up the tiny blob of cream that had dropped right down onto her breast. While it was only a fleeting touch and perhaps Rachel's heightened senses were making everything more pronounced, she couldn't help felling those fingers linger on her nipple with a ripple of electricity before they were dragged away and popped into her mouth to be sucked clean. Leaving Rachel unsure if it had even happened. Surely this was just her body reacting to the first sensual touch she had had in months. It didn't mean anything. Right?

She wasn't given any time to think on that as Emma playfully nudged Jessica away from the spinner. 'Looks like you are up, Jess. I know you've been looking forward to this.'

'You bet I have.' Jessica idly cracked her knuckles as Rachel who quickly working out where this was going, scrambled off the mat and retreated to the sofa she had abandoned earlier. Still tingling from the unexpected sensations and emotions the bizarrely stimulating massage had invoked, she poured herself another glass of wine in the hope it might soothe the buzzy tingling racing through her body.

'Okay..first spin for you Jessica.' From her somewhat relaxed position on the sofa, Rachel had no idea if that was just random choice or some rule where the challenger went first. Either way Jessica didn't seem to mind as she nodded her agreement. 'And we have..left foot blue.'

'Too easy.' Jessica said smugly as she eased her foot one step forward onto the chosen circle that was luckily right in front of her.

'For now.' Emma reminded her as she tugged on the spinner again. 'Mollie..left hand blue.'

'Ha..also too easy.' Mollie retorted, the current champion carefully bent almost double to press her hand squarely against her mat before her. No doubt an intentional dig at Jessica by showing off her flexibility, Rachel was sure. She just was less sure what to make of the fact that her toned ass was now fully on display to the still slightly flustered Countdown star.

'Jessica...right foot red.' Again her thoughts had distracted Rachel from the actual spin, the lingeringly slow sip of her wine having done nothing to ease the spinning in her head as Jessica easily shifted her other foot to place herself squarely in the middle of the mat. Something that was perhaps a tactical choice given the smug smirk she flashed.

Mollie was undaunted as Emma announced her next spin, dropping into a low squat that easily allowed her other hand to rest on the yellow circle to her right, her arched toes easily taking the rest of the weight that wasn't supported by her hands.

Perhaps it was the wine starting to kick in but Rachel found herself leaning forwards a little as Emma reached for the next spin, more than idly wondering if this would be the deciding move. Perhaps it was some mixed effect of the buzzing from her Forfeit and the wine induced warm fuzziness in her head but she suddenly found herself intrigued to see what would happen to the loser. Intrigued and a little excited.

So she was understandable disappointed when Jessica's next move turned out to be little more than having to adjust her right foot to stand with her legs astride Mollie's still crouched bent knee. Yet also confusingly so. Did that really mean she wanted to see Jessica take her turn at getting messy? Of course, it was all to easy to put it down to her alcohol relaxed state. Yet Rachel didn't think so.

'Mollie..right hand green.' Emma called out, much to the shock of the still crouched blonde. And the clap of triumph from Jessica. A celebration that proved short lived as the flexible and toned singer eased herself forward, and between Jessica's legs, to rest her fingers on the green circle that lay just within her reach.

As quickly as her celebration had faded, so too did her early bravado, destroyed by the next words Emma threw her way. 'Jessica..right hand yellow.'

The look of concern on Jessica's face said it all really, given that she only had two choices to choose from, each one tricky in it's own right. She could either try to stretch between Mollie's legs to reach the one in front of her. Or lean backwards to touch the one she could just see directly behind her. A choice that Rachel didn't envy, each one seeming to be as difficult as the other.

Yet whereas Rachel might have ummed and ahh'd for a long time, Jessica seemed to have made her choice as she arched her back and lowered herself down into a reverse crab kind of position, her miniskirt spread just a little with her legs yet still keeping her modesty for the moment.

'Comfy there?' Mollie teased as Emma launched her next spin, a spin that quickly dashed the smirk from her lips. While she had enjoyed the predicament of Jessica's struggle to reach the yellow circle, it wasn't quite so funny now that it was her turn. Taking a deep breath, Mollie raised her left hand and eased it towards the yellow circle a few feet to her left. Instantly her predicament became all too apparent, her legs and single hand wobbling under the weight they were trying to support. Still to her credit she was almost there before that weight became too much and her right hand slipped, Mollie hastily forced to adjust her other hand before she went tumbling face first between Jessica's spread legs.

'Haha..gotcha.' Jessica crowed despite having really done nothing to actually defeat Mollie, a minor detail that didn't seem to detract from her triumph one bit. Nor did it prevent Mollie from graciously accepting her defeat, the blonde singer having moved to sit cross legged in the centre of the mat to await whatever fate awaited her.

Something Emma didn't wait long for as she drew and laid out three of the identically backed forfeit cards before her, Mollie wasting no time in selecting the one on the right and flipping it over to reveal two words.

'Ohhh..triple pies. Haven't seen that one in a while.' Mollie chuckled. 'You do have some pies there I hope Em.'

'See for yourself.' Emma replied as Jessica laid a tray before her carrying three cream heavy pies, giving Mollie a good look at them as she sat down across from her. 'Now..which one first, hmmm?'

Rachel couldn't help swallowing suddenly against the lump in her throat, unsure if she was feeling anxious or excited as she watched Jessica trail her hand back and forth over the pies. Either way she couldn't help the tingle that danced down her spine as Jessica grabbed the middle pie which now sat balanced on her palm.

Not for long through, Jessica barely pausing for a second before she launched the deep pie right against Mollie's face. Rachel almost flinched at the audible splat of the cream Mollie now found herself buried in, the white mass eased around her ears while leaving most of her long blonde hair unsullied. Of which the same really couldn't really be said about her top, the plain white now streaked with thin smears of the chocolate that had lain beneath the cream which they themselves had been revealed by the globs that rolled off her face to splat on her chest.

'Mmmm...chocolate.' Mollie breathed deeply, seemingly unable to resist flicking her tongue out to lap up a little of the sweet mixture from her lips. Nor from going one step further and licking her lips clean, creating a delicate pink area of pink amidst the brilliant white cream plastered to her face.

'I'd forgotten how much of a pie slut you were.' Jessica teased as she grabbed the second as deftly as the first. 'Maybe you'll like this one too. Here..have a taste.'

Before Jessica had even dipped her finger into the pie, Mollie had parted her lips to delicately extend her tongue, almost eagerly awaiting the sweet taste Jessica had offered. With her eyes blocked by the cream, she had nothing to guide her but her sense of smell; a sense that seemed very keen given the way her head bobbed forward to meet the finger offered up to her mouth, her own fingers closing around Jessica's wrist as her mouth suckled on the sweet treat tipped finger.

'Mmmm...you do like that.' Jessica whispered as Mollie lovingly, tenderly sucked her finger clean of the offered caramel she had drawn from the centre of the pie. 'I bet you will like this too.'

Mollie didn't even have the chance to say yes before Jessica playfully smashed the sticky caramel pie on top of the chocolate one, her muffled reply becoming something that might have been a moan as Jessica dragged the ruined pie down over her chest, pulling the mass of cream down to her breasts now highlighted beneath the cream soaked fabric.

'I'd say she did.' Pixie chose that moment to sidle back from the bathroom, Rachel having to make a conscious effort not to stare at the singer who was now clad in nothing besides her black bra and panties, sudden aware of a dryness in her mouth. Despite herself Rachel couldn't help feeling her body flush as Pixie sat so casually next to her, her eyes risking a run over her bra cupped breasts and toned stomach just for a second that had her stomach all a flutter. Pixie didn't notice or made no sign of it if she did. Which left Rachel oddly disappointed, for reasons she wasn't sure exactly why. Yet there was now no denying the tingle of arousal in her loins, which as much as she wanted to believe was down to the sensual act between Jessica and Mollie didn't tell the whole story. She bit back a laugh. Seems all it took to bring out her bisexuality was to be dumped by her husband. As silly an idea as that sounded, she couldn't deny she was feeling a little attraction there. Maybe just the lure of a little no strings attached fun fuelled by the wine and weeks of resentment towards her ex. Who knows.

'I know she did.' Jessica replied. 'What happened to your clothes Pixie?'

'Oh..they got soaked as I was cleaning up. 'Pixie shrugged with a slight bounce of her boobs that didn't go unnoticed by the other still fully clothed women. 'So I left them to dry. I figure it will be easier to clean up next time.'

'Hey..what about me?' Mollie chided despite the way her gaze lingered on the provocatively dresses Pixie as well.

'Oh...I'm sorry Mollie dear.' Jessica replied with a kiss on her cheek that made Rachel shudder at the sight of that tender touch even before Jessica caught her with the last pie, the slow twist she added fully mushing the sticky cream all around her face almost sensually.

'That's better.' Mollie giggled as she stood up with a scattering of cream pattering around her, graciously accepting the towel Emma offered her. 'Guess you are up Pixie. See if you can knock Jessica off her throne.'

'It would be my pleasure.' Pixie said with an exaggerated stretch, her arms extended over her head as she twisted her waist from left to right; her barely clothed state showing off her toned stomach as she stretched. 'You are going down Jessica.'

'We will see. Spin it Emma.' Jessica said coolly, perfectly unflustered by Pixie's bravado.

'I will.' Emma replied. 'Jessica. Right hand on Blue.'

Showing off that Pixie hadn't got a rise out of her, Jessica sauntered her way towards the corner of the mat with a sway of her hips to crouch and rest her hand on the blue circle adjacent to it.

'Pixie..right hand blue as well.' Emma said as the spinner flicked around to the same choice it had highlighted before.

Not one to be outdone, Pixie matched Jessica's sensual sashay as she moved to mirror her position on the other side of the mat. Since she was showing off more than Jessica she created a slightly more sensual show, even if her underwear didn't hug quite as appealingly as Jessica's tight miniskirt.

'Jessica, left hand red.' Emma called out.

Not breaking eye contact with Pixie, Jessica stretched out languidly to touch the red square that sat just within her reach, her gaze almost taunting her to match that.

Which Pixie did easily, spinning around to keep her right hand exactly where it was as her left leg stretched towards the green circle selected for her. Which left her bent double in an almost A shape, her panties and bra pulled even tighter around her curves.

'Jessica...right hand red.' Emma next command was followed by Jessica just as swiftly, her other hand moving a few circles to rest a bare couple of inches from her left. A casual pose that surely justified the smirk she threw at her opponent.

'Comfy there Pixie?'

'I'm fine thank you.' Pixie countered with a casual smile; one that wobbled a little as her next move was revealed.

'Pixie, left hand yellow.' Emma said almost unnecessarily, the challenge of that move made painfully clear to her. Which didn't stop her stretching her free hand back between her legs to reach the closest yellow circle that sat right below her.

For a few seconds, Rachel thought she was going to make it, her fingers just about brushing the yellow circle. And she might have done had she not tried to extend her reach by a few inches. A few inches too much as it turned out, her head suddenly brought too far forward. That sudden shift destroyed her precarious equilibrium and gravity took over, pulling the surprised Pixie down into a giggling heap.

'Nice try Pixie.' Jessica grinned proudly. 'Looks like the throne is still mine. Let's see what that means for you.'

Deciding to draw out the anticipation of that moment, Jessica made a show of deliberating between the three upside down cards before plucking up the one on the left. 'Mmm..chocolate sauce splatter. My favourite.'

It also seemed to be a favourite choice for Pixie too, who quickly moved to take lie in the middle of the mat with her legs spread a little and her arms resting at her sides. Yet despite her casual pose Rachel couldn't miss the way she kept glancing at Jessica who busied herself collecting two bottles from the slightly diminished collection they had started with. The excitement in the room was almost palatable as Jessica wasted no time moving to straddle the prone Pixie in a dominant pose that wasn't lost on any of the others, even the newbie that was Rachel.

For she couldn't help noticing that Emma's suggestion that they take things slowly had fallen to the wayside, Jessica wasting no time in upending two of her three bottles to drench Pixie's head in the glossy rich sauce. Had they started off like this, Rachel would no doubt have been so shocked that she might have just left at that moment and not looked back. But now, with her uncertainty having faded as she got into it, she couldn't help being enthralled as Jessica continued to coat the still prone Pixie, the thickly dribbling sauce now moved to pour over her breasts since her face was a solid mask of settling chocolate.

There was something sensually and erotically hypnotic about the way the sauce flowed easily over the contours on her bra clad chest and down her sides even before Jessica moved the bottles further along, pushing the continuing pour over and around her hips. The mat below her was as coated as Pixie, a growing pool of chocolate spreading out around her as Jessica guided the almost empty bottles back to towards her head, focusing the remaining glossy treat on the areas she had missed before. And paying special attention to her breasts. Attention Pixie seemed to enjoy, as the chocolate slathered singer eased herself up onto her elbows as if to encourage Jessica to continue.

It hadn't escaped Rachel's riveted attention that Pixie was enjoying this in more ways than one, her legs spread a little wider as if to guide the continuing pour of chocolate over her panty covered crotch. While any clues to her true feelings were hidden beneath her mask of sweet sauce, the way her hips squirmed a little told a story of how this was affecting her as she continued to sway under the downpour of sauce.

Truth be told, Rachel was getting a little warmed up herself, only her shyness about being in a room of relative strangers preventing her from slipping her hand under her skirt to relieve that growing pressure. Had she been alone watching this growing sensual scene on her computer, she would no doubt have already given in. But she wasn't, so all she could so was rub her legs together as subtly as she could, hoping her heavy breathing wasn't being noticed.

Thankfully and sadly in equal measure Jessica drew this sensual experience to a close by pouring the last drips over Pixie's already slathered head before standing to help her awkwardly do the same, the mat beneath their feet clearly very slippery.

'Well..I think that's that.' Emma said pointedly as she eyed the chocolate coated game mat. 'I really don't fancy any injuries tonight thank you.'

'But..we still have all this stuff to use up.' Mollie pouted for a second before she brightened. 'I know. Let's play spin the bottle. No one can get hurt doing that.'

'Agreed.' Jessica chimed in. 'Let's go truth or dare. A great way to get to know our new girl here.'

'I like that.' Rachel said, hoping her eagerness at this inclusion in the group didn't come across too strong or needy. 'I haven't played it in ages but I do remember one thing. It needs some drinks to go with it.'

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Rachel's idea was met with a ripple of nods and murmured agreement and it was the work of a good ten minutes to clean up both the mat and themselves as best they could before the girls were seated around aforementioned mostly mat that they all figured would make a great surface to play the game, a empty wine bottle resting on the centre of the mat, the contents of which had been passed around the assembled girls who were all a little merry. Rachel especially, who didn't normally drink this much on so empty a stomach.

'Right then.' Emma took a sip of her glass of wine. 'Let's see who goes.'

Rachel wasn't the only one whose eyes were drawn to the bottle Emma gave a deft spin, but they were the only ones that went wide as the tapered tip ended up pointed at her.

'I guess that's me.' Rachel said, the sudden lump in her throat washed down with another burst of liquid courage. 'I guess I'll go dare.' That choice might have seemed an odd one but Rachel felt more comfortable starting out that way, rather than revealing something deeply private yet.

'Okay.' Mollie chimed in. 'That skirt looks a little uncomfortable. So I dare you to take it off.'

Mollie had a point, Rachel couldn't deny; especially with how the long black material was bunched up around her knees to release the tightness on her lower legs. Which didn't exactly stop it pulling tight around her hips. 'Alright. But those trousers look pretty tight too. So why don't you lose those?'

Rachel wasn't exactly sure why she said that, her alcohol loosened tongue running away with her perhaps. And she fully expected Mollie to object, so you could imagine her surprise when Mollie stood up with a casual 'sure', unbuttoned her trousers and tossed them away to sit with her blouse not really doing anything to hide her pink panties.

Not wanting to be outdone, Rachel stood as well, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor with a soft flumpf before she too sat; her black panties not really hidden either despite the way she shyly tugged down her floral blouse.

Thankfully she was distracted from the shyness from the fact that not just she but most of the women around her were in some state of undress; only Jessica and Emma fully clothed. And, Rachel couldn't help noticing, still clean and ungunged. Which no doubt the others would try to fix when their turns came up.

'Ohhh...so it's me.' Pixie chuckled as the bottle so delicately spun by Jessica stopped on her, her cheeks a little flushed, no doubt from the alcohol than her lack of clothing. 'Why not go truth. I think I'm already naked enough.'

'Okay. Tell us your favourite messy fantasy.' Jessica asked without hesitation.

'Oh..that's easy.' Pixie grinned happily. 'I'm at this swimming pool..it's a hot day..I'm wearing the smallest black bikini..and the pool is full of gallons of cool cream..so I climb inside and just enjoy the cool cream before five people join me and they all make love to me, right there in the cream. I'm just little more than their cream coated fuck toy and wouldn't have it any other way.'

Feeling more than a little hot herself, Rachel gulped down a little more wine as Jessica passed the bottle over to her. Thankfully her hand didn't shake as she gave it an even spin, the tip slowing until it pointed at Emma, whose gaze Rachel met before asking the question suddenly expected of her. 'Truth or dare?'

Somehow Rachel had a feeling the rest of the girls all hoped Emma chose dare, but she herself wasn't surprised when she went with her other choice. 'Truth.'

While that was what she had expected, that still left Rachel racking her brains for a question to ask her. 'Ummm...who was your first love?' That question suddenly seemed natural to Rachel, given the failure of her marriage she could maybe do with hearing a positive story on the subject.

'Well now..that would have been Bonnie Wright. We grew very close filming Harry Potter together and we had some good times. Not that we really took it very far. We were both still young at the time. But she was my first kiss. And the first person I saw naked. Looking back we both were still very naive about it all, but they were still good memories.'

'My turn.' Mollie snagged the bottle to give it a delicate twist that brought it to rest on Jessica. 'Truth or dare, Jess?'

'Truth.' Jessica answered quickly.

'Okay. What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you in public?'

'Hmm...the most embarrassing.' Jessica mused as if she had a long list to choose from. 'Has to be the time I accidentally walked into the men's locker room at my local gym. Luckily I was still dressed, if you can call small shorts and sports bra dressed, but the five guys inside weren't. Of course, I didn't stay there..I dashed out right away, but it was a great view while it lasted.

'I'll go next.' Emma said, the bottle already slowing, its tip flicking past Rachel a couple of times before settling on her. 'Truth or dare.'

This time Rachel was tempted to go for a dare again, but she had already played it safe once and really didn't think she could again. 'Truth.'

'Okay.' Emma mused. 'Have you ever been with a woman? Or a girl?'

'Not been with if you mean sex.' Rachel replied slowly, recalling the one experience in her life she had never shared with anyone. 'I did have a huge crush on my lab partner in my freshman year. But it never went anywhere. Not even a date.'

'Sooo...you've never kissed a girl?' Mollie asked with a cheeky grin. 'How about I dare you to kiss one now?'

'Hey..Mollie..that's not..' Emma began with a glance at Rachel who she wasn't ashamed to admit was blushing a little. But that didn't stop her rising to Mollie's challenge.'

'It's fine.' Rachel said even as she stood, walked over to the now blushing Mollie and leaned down to place a gentle kiss right on her lips; that soft touch lingering for a second before she pulled away, taking with it a taste of the cream that itself lingered around her lips despite Mollie's attempt to clean herself up.

'Ahem...wow.' Mollie cleared her throat as Rachel coyly returned to her seated position. 'My turn now? Good. Here we go. Looks like you are up, Pixie.'

'So it does.' Pixie replied as she tapped the bottle now pointed her way. 'Hit me with it. Dare.'

'Alright.' Mollie replied quickly. 'I dare you to blindfold yourself, take off your panties, let me fill them with something and put them back on.'

'Deal.' Pixie stood and without hesitation slipped off her panties which she passed to Mollie who quickly vanished into the kitchen, again seemingly unbothered by her exposed state. 'Could you blindfold me, Jessica?'

'Sure.' Jessica rose too, slipped around behind Pixie and pressed her hands firmly into her soft boobs.

'My eyes are up here.' Pixie chided with a soft purr in her voice.

'Oh..I'm sorry.' Jessica said without sounding remotely sorry as she adjusted her hands to cover her eyes while pressing her boobs against Pixie's near bare back. 'Is that better?'

'Much.' Pixie smirked as unseen by her Mollie returned from the kitchen, Pixie's panties in one hand and a jar of jam in the other. Just as she was ignorant of that, she was also unaware of the barely contained snickers from Emma as Mollie heaped two handfuls of the glistening red topping into her panties that she had already looped back around the compliant Pixie's ankles.

Without even asking for her ascent, Mollie guided the jam filled panties up her legs and without warning pulled them snugly against Pixie's crotch, who instantly squealed with sudden disgust as the jam splurged out around her ass and inner thighs.

'Funny.' Pixie shook her head as she took her seat with a slight grimace, the jam squashing more firmly against her as she adjusted her position. 'I'm so getting you back if this lands on you, Mollie.'

'And what are you going to do to me?' Jessica asked with a merry chuckle, the bottle having spun to a stop on her. 'Since I'm taking a dare.'

'Well..I don't think it's fair I'm the only one who got messy.' Pixie added. 'So I dare you to dip your boobs in that bowl of caramel sauce I see over there.'

'Too easy.' Jessica added as she tugged her shirt over her head with not just her bra following suit but her miniskirt as well. 'I'd look weird in just my skirt.' Jessica shrugged in an answer to the unasked question as Pixie placed the bowl before her. Taking up the challenge boldly Jessica bent forward to plunge both breasts deep into the sticky brown sauce, her pair of sweet mounds perfectly coated in caramel as she slowly pulled them out again, her nipples having perked up under the thick layer of sweetness.

'I'll go next.' Rachel reached for the bottle, somewhat keen to dish out a messy dare of her own, watching wth glee as the bottle spun around towards Mollie. 'Truth or dare?'

'Dare.' Mollie said, no doubt being a good sport so Pixie wouldn't upstage her.

'Okay...I dare you too..umm...strip naked, cover yourself in pies and post the pictures on Imager.' Rachel blurted out quickly.

'Sounds good to me.' Mollie wasted no time in throwing off her remaining clothes, to stand utterly naked before the other girls before moving to collect three pies from the dwindling supplies, pies that she slapped two of against her breasts and a third between her legs, creating a fluffy cream bikini of sorts. 'How's that?'

'N..not bad.' Rachel had to admit to being impressed as she pulled out her phone, snapped a few quick shots making sure to leave her face out of the frame. After that it was a matter of a few minutes to upload the photos and delete the originals.

'Now..I think you need a dare.' Mollie replied.

'Okay.' Rachel downed the last of her wine before she spoke again. 'Dare me.'

'Alright.' Mollie continued with a glance at the two other girls who nearly matched her in states of undress. 'We dare you to let us utterly mess you up.'

Rachel's heart fluttered a little, unable to deny she had secretly hoped this might happen. The deeply blush inducing idea she had been unable to voice yet had been secretly been curious about all evening was now within her reach. She just had to reach out and take it. So, not daring to speak unless her liquid courage failed her, Rachel nodded quickly.

'Okay then. Come here.' Mollie said sweetly as she sat in the centre of the mat, her legs wide enough for Rachel to slip between. Which she did, her ass and back nestled against Mollie's bare flesh, her skin tingling even through the panty and blouse that covered them respectively. 'Now..let's get these off you.'

That sweet whisper sent a fresh flush of heat through her body, her eyes half closed as Mollie unbuttoned and pulled off her blouse with delicate fingers that quickly worked the same magic on her bra, those fingertips brushed against her bra as that too was removed.

Never had Rachel felt the raw sensuality she had at this moment as she sat topless, clad in just her panties, basking in the warmth of Mollie's body as her fingers traced soothing yet arousing patterns over her stomach. Never had she been touched like this by someone she had just met and yet the touch felt so soothing she couldn't help but be calmed by it.

'Looks like all we have left is packet custard.' Jessica said as she and Pixie knelt either side of her. 'That and a few cans of cream. Still..we can still have fun with those.'

'And I know where I'm going to start.' Pixie said with gleeful intent as she raised one of the custard cartons over her head. Rachel barely had the time to close her eyes before the heavy custard dragged down over her eyes, pouring evenly around her head with heavy glugs. It was thicker and heavier than she had imagined, the sweet smell filling her nose. All too quickly the carton was empty, her shoulders streaked with the custard in contrast to her hair that was heavy with the thick layer.

'And I know where I am going to start.' Jessica whispered softly into Rachel's ear.

'Wh..where...oh myyyy.' Rachel breathed, her chest tightened suddenly as her nipples became awash with the contents of the hastily unturned carton. While the bizarre sensation of the custard caressing her nipples felt amazing, Rachel desperately wanted to watch. But before she could even think about raising her arms, Mollie was there first, sweeping away the custard with her fingers.

Blinking a few times, Rachel dipped her head eagerly, her throat thick with arousal she had no idea what to do with as she drank in the sensual sight of the custard wrapping around her breasts from nipples to edge to underboob, the funnelled pour spread out in two gushes down her sides.

The cool creamy liquid against her heated skin felt wonderful, her slightly spread legs rocking a little in silent anticipation of the touch on her pussy, even if her panties would have taken most of it she still wanted to feel it.

'I think she likes it.' Jessica whispered as she trailed of the steady custard pour, eyeing the handiwork that was Rachel's custard coated breasts. 'I bet she'd like this too.'

Before Rachel could ask what, Jessica teased her panties away from her waist and gently tipped the nearly empty carton forward. With a whimpering moan, Rachel bucked her hips, the custard running so teasingly over her carefully exposed clit and pussy lips. In her heated state, it was amazing she didn't come right then. Had Jessica kept going she surely would have crossed that inevitable moment, yet that was delayed. With a nod from Mollie, Jessica stopped to allow Mollie to ease her slippery and pliant body forward so she could ease her panties away from her ass, her cheeks too being treated to a steady trickle of the custard that soon added a layer of yellow to her cute butt.

Breathing heavily, Rachel sagged back to bask in the warmth of Mollie's body, not really daring to move lest she spoil the tingles of pleasure rippling through her pussy, not waiting to spoil that moment of sweet near release.

'Hmmm...look at you.' Mollie whispered sweetly in her ear, her hand resuming the soft caresses on her tummy that only kept her pleasure fluttering. 'Almost good enough to eat.'

'Why don't you let us do that.' Pixie grinned as she passed a can of whipped cream to Jessica, the latter using her free hand to tug away her panties that were wet with more than custard. Now fully exposed, Rachel closed her hand around Mollie's, willing herself to hold out as they went to work with the cans. Thankfully she was spared any prolonged sweet torture, her nipples and clit deftly covered with a small mound of cream each. Then even more deftly with two sweet mouths.

'Ohh..godddd.' Rachel tensed up at that very moment, the sweet suckles of the equally sweet mouths proving too much. She had no idea if she uttered anything else, all of her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure that tingled through her, barely feeling the lips that continued to stimulate her delicate flesh that throbbed so urgently. Eventually she came down to earth to find Mollie still holding her hand, as well as Jessica and Pixie now lightly kissing the areas they had sucked clean.

'Sooo..what now?' Rachel asked shakily.

'I know.' Mollie said as she slipped out from behind Rachel and eased her gently down to the mat. 'Just rest there and enjoy the show. Cream me up, girls.'

Despite being dazed from her orgasm, Rachel was still able to prop herself up and watch enraptured as Pixie and Jessica emptied the nearly full cans all over Mollie, working a layer of cream from her shoulders down from her shoulders to her hips and back up again, covering everywhere in between. It was almost artistry to watch, both Pixie and Jessica lavishing sweet attention over Mollie as they lovingly covered her curves in the fluffy cream like two lovers caressing a third. Which maybe there were, some rational part of Rachel reasoned.

The rest of her however had been so caught up in the sensual display before her that she didn't notice Mollie move closer until she was suddenly straddling her hips, the smell of cream tickling her senses.

'Oh my...' Rachel breathed before Mollie leaned forward to ease their bodies together in a messy hug; the tender pressure squishing the cream all over her body as well, creating a sticky and sweet cream sandwich between them.

'Oh my..mmmm.' Rachel said again before Mollie silenced her with a kiss, one that Rachel sank into urgently. Despite the newness of it all, some strange instinct took over and her hands rose to grab Mollie's creamed butt and tug her closer as those hands traced and caressed her cheeks.

Rachel had never felt anything so tactile, the combination of lips on hers, breasts on hers, of hands slipped under her body to pull her close against the leg now nestled between her thighs. Never had she been so overwhelmed sexually with stimulation, the hug now turned into a frantic make-out session as hands roamed and caressed and teased every inch of flesh they could find.

Rolling with that stimulation, Rachel didn't even realise she was humping against Mollie's leg as she was humping against hers, both girls caught up in this private world of pleasure. She just needed to feel more and more of this wonderfully sweet and slippery intimacy that promised a full orgasm, not just the small one she had enjoyed barely a few moments ago.

With a groan of utter desire that showed she had forgotten the fact she had an audience to her pleasure, Rachel tugged Mollie hard against her, her pussy grinding against her leg as the delicious pleasure rose and broke, an orgasm rushed though her like she had never felt before. Like a wild woman Rachel drove her pussy hard against the welcoming leg between hers as forcefully as she writhed under the body above her, her head lolling back as she humped Mollie's similarly pleasure wracked form. For she had no way of knowing that Mollie had come a bare second before her, her own frantic humps becoming almost indistinguishable from Rachel's orgasm.

'Wow.' Rachel gasped as Mollie rolled off her to draw in a gasping breath before being helped to a shaky seated position by Pixie; Jessica tenderly offering the same help to her.

'I do hope you have some of that to go around.' Jessica whispered as the other three girls shifted into a tight hug around the still quivering Rachel who managed a weak but happy smile.

'Oh..I think there will be..yeek.' Pixie shrieked as Emma dumped an almost obscenely large bucket of green batter that she had gotten from who knows where over the hugging foursome, the huge pool forming beneath them speaking to how much covered the four naked women as batter dripped from arms, breasts and every inch of flesh in between.

'You know..' Pixie sat back in a mock huff as she scraped batter out of her eyes. 'Has anyone else noticed that Emma has stayed clean all this time. I don't think that's on. Do you girls?'

'Oh?' Emma smirked. 'Are you going to do anything about it?'

'We are.' Mollie said as she, after shaking the worst of the batter from her hands, brandished the pack of forfeit cards they had discarded, quickly shuffling through them and laying six of them in a circle into which she placed the discarded wine bottle. 'Three of these will let you get away clean. Two mean you get messy. And the last one means you get really messy and have to take a dare. Ready?'

'I don't think I have a choice.' Emma said, knowing she was outnumbered.

'You don't.' Mollie gave the bottle a sharp spin, all of the assembled girls watching with baited breath as it slowed and finally stopped. 'Rachel, will you do the honours?'

'Sure.' Rachel plucked out the chosen card, her mouth giving out a sharp laugh as she saw its contents. As fun as this sounded to watch, she was very glad it wasn't her doing it. 'Messy Streaking.'

'What?' Emma exclaimed in shock before she rallied. 'Fine. I'm a woman of my word.'

Emma was too, showing no hesitation as she eased her leggings down her legs, her skirt following a second later, then her shirt a few after that as Emma took her time with the buttons, almost as if she was trying to delay the time until she stripped down to her dark blue bra and panties before discarding them too to stand utterly naked as she awaited whatever mess she was due to face.

'I'm glad I remembered we had these.' Pixie returned with her arms full of eight cans of black treacle, which she stacked and deftly opened before passing two out to each of the girls and keeping two for herself.

Without a word, the four girls advanced on the trapped Emma and set about utterly trashing her. While Pixie focused both her cans on Emma's head and pristine curly hair, the others poured one can each down her front, back and over her shoulders. Almost immediately Emma was glistening with glossy sticky treacle that hugged every inch of her like black glue, her trimmed pussy and bushy hair alike lost beneath the black mass of goo that left her an unrecognisable blob of cloying goo.

'Right. Out you go.' Pixie said as she opened the door that lead out onto the balcony which itself led down to the street via the fire escape. Don't come back until you've run around the block. And don't stop for any autographs.'

'Very funny.' Emma retorted before she slipped out of the door to begin her forfeit, nervously eyeing the street below for any passersby. While it was impossible for anyone to recognise her, things could get even more sticky for her if someone saw her and called the police.

'Wow..I didn't think she would do it.' Rachel watched in awe as Emma vanished from sight. 'I hope you don't do that to me.'

'Oh..probably not.' Pixie laughed. 'Not until your birthday anyway. Anyway, you guys go and shower. I'll wait for Emma to come back and we can join you.'

Not sure how to respond to that and partially hoping she was joking, Rachel hurried to join the others.

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'...gave those two teen boys quite a sight.' Emma laughed as she worked a fresh lather of shampoo into her mostly treacle free hair. 'Luckily I think they were too shocked to do anything but watch.

'I'll bet they were.' Rachel replied softly from where she and Jessica were softly and idly running soapy hands over each other's bodies in a gentle hug in the corner of the impressively large shower, Pixie and Mollie similarly embraced across from them. Not that they needed too, they had cleaned themselves up ages ago and were now just content to enjoy each other's company and closeness. 'They will remember that for a long time I'm sure. As I will tonight. I hope you guys will invite me again.'

'We will.' Emma promised. 'Not that tonight is done yet. You are more than welcome to spend the night. We don't have that many beds, but I don't think you will mind sharing.'

'You know..' Rachel paused to glance around at her new friends. 'I don't think I will either.'

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