"Right Effie, clothes off", Brooke ordered magisterially, as she cruelly tugged at her friend's ripped jeans. "These might already be torn to shreds, but they'll be a nightmare to wash clean!" the twenty-one-year-old blonde continued to tease, as she picked apart the threads of a tear over Effie's left thigh. Slapping the younger brunette on her behind, Brooke exerted her authority over the shyer, more bashful girl, by flashing an insincere, nonchalant smile.

"I suppose so, I guess you're right", replied the nineteen-year-old, as she meekly began to rub her sore, stinging backside. Nervously playing with her shimmering, long, wavy, casual, light caramel brown hair, Effie protested, "But why does it have to be me?" Unimpressed, Brooke, who wore dark blue jeans and a purple blouse, shook her head unrelentingly. "Look, I bought all the ingredients, which were very expensive by the way, and Isla mixed them together. A process, as you fully well know, which took her almost two hours! Other than take a few selfies and reapply your lipstick, how else have you contributed? It's time you pulled your weight, young lady." Gulping, Effie licked the inside of her lips. Her dark red lipstick made the usually timid, demure, yet nubile, teen feel sensuous and lascivious in an exciting, unchartered way. Being covered in slime, on the other hand, did not carry the same thrill or attraction.

"It's only fair if we test the gunge out on you", continued Brooke, rather impatiently, as she sensed Effie's nerves were beginning to fray. "Spot on Brooke, I totally agree", added Isla, rather unhelpfully, as she subconsciously mimicked Effie's nervous energy by slicking back her own neck length, dyed white, wavy hair. Wearing loose denim shorts and a baggy, olive coloured tank top, Isla wrapped her arms around Effie's shoulders before sassily kissing her on her left cheek. Becalmed, Effie smiled serenely before rubbing noses with her best friend and giggling.

Willing and accepting of her fate, the five-foot-six brunette slid off her jeans and lifted her tight yellow t-shirt up over her face. Wearing nothing but her pale blue underwear, Effie shivered as she glanced nervously towards the assortment of buckets of gunge and cream pies that surrounded her like a cage. Reciprocating her best friend's unease, the shorter, five-foot-four, Isla, smoothed down the edges of the dusty, careworn, king sized bedsheet that barely covered the glossy wooden floorboard of her bedroom floor. Sighing, she asked, "Why do we have to slime Effie here? Why not in the bathroom? I'm not sure my bedsheet will offer any protection against the mess." Scolding in her response, Brooke, the tallest at five-foot-seven, explained, "You only have one bathroom, we don't want your sister to get suspicious now do we?" Turning to Effie, Brooke sneered, "Stop fidgeting dear, stand still." "Wait, what the" Effie spluttered as Brooke began to tie her shaking hands together, behind her back. "Shh", Brooke warned her as she double tied the knot. "Don't let Molly hear you. Look, we need to test out the consistency of each bucket, we can't have you wiping your face clean."

As the highly contemptuous Brooke pushed Effie down onto her knees, she continued, "Now look straight ahead at the camera, I don't want you to turn your head away from the gunge. Come on now Effie, smile", Brooke teased, as Isla hurriedly switched on the camera function of her phone. With everything set, Brooke pompously picked up the first bucket of watery thin, light blue gunge. Pouring it over Effie, Brooke felt a sense of unadulterated supremacy and control. The highly feminine and meek Effie had always been Isla's best friend, not hers. She only hung around with the easily flustered, facile and dainty brunette because of the access she provided to her impossibly handsome brother, Gabe. A dreamer at heart, Effie was easily lead and easily fooled. The more pensive Isla, on the other hand, was far more mature. Notoriously loyal and impassioned, she valued her family and friendships above her own happiness and health. Isla was unfortunately however rather timid and looked to the more headstrong and unpredictable Brooke to provide her with wild adventures to escape her dreary life as a waitress and an angst-ridden teen.

Bashfully, Effie tamely whimpered as the cold blue gunge plunged down over her resplendent, dazzling face. As the foreboding slime coated her luscious locks, Effie shivered as the freezing liquid splashed down upon her pale white skin. "Hmm, too thin", Isla purred regretfully, from behind the relative safety of her phone, before adding, "Brooke, try the purple gunge instead." Gleefully accepting her zealous friend's recommendation, Brooke fervidly upturned the bucket of dark purple slime over the unfortunate Effie's head. Exceedingly thick, the gunge slowly oozed down out of the bucket and splattered unrelentingly over the teenager's previously meticulous, light caramel brown hair. Scooping her hand into the bucket, Brooke began to slather the thick, viscid gunge over Effie's hitherto clean, glowing cheeks. "Too thick", moaned Isla, before suggesting, "how about we try the paint next?" Needing no second invitation, Brooke picked up the tin of cream coloured paint and slowly poured it over the impotent Effie's forehead. Tipping her head back as instructed, Effie was shocked at the velocity of the downpour, as it splattered against her shivering, goose pimpled skin. Spluttering as she almost swallowed a mouthful, Effie scrunched up her cute nose in chagrin and disgust. "Good, but I don't want my sister to choke", added Isla cheerfully, as her best friend continued to cough, cringe and almost wrench.

"Isla, shush. Keep your voice down", Brooke frantically reminded the icy blonde. Lowering her voice, Brooke added, "Don't spoil the surprise." Picking up the fourth bucket of red gunge, Brooke began tipping it directly over Effie's choppy fringe. "Much better", remarked Isla as she avidly watched the gunge ooze menacingly down over Effie's radiant cheeks. "Right, let's get you cleaned up before we try the pies", hissed Brooke voraciously, before pouring a bucket of lukewarm water over the teen. Like a raging waterfall, the tepid water gushed down over the unlucky brunette, whose chest glistened as it became enveloped with the dazzling, shimmering spray. But before Effie even had time to draw breath, Brooke slammed a luxuriously indulgent banoffee pie straight into her cute, pretty face. To Brooke's intense jubilation, the caramel and cream exploded all over the meek brunette's cheeks, completely obliterating any of Effie's remaining dignity or self-respect.

Indubitably, the force of Brooke's propulsion was so explosive that the luckless Effie lost her balance and toppled forward, with her scrumptious face nestling in the silver foil tin as she hit the floor. Her arms tied behind her back, the brunette was timorously unable to pull herself back up to her knees. Taking advantage of the brunette's dire predicament, Brooke smashed a chocolate-toffee ice cream pie into Effie's bottom, which she wiggled as she struggled to lift herself up out of the tin. Smirking, Brooke traced her middle and forefinger over the smooth curves of Effie's alluring behind, before licking the remnants of the chocolate-toffee pie off her slimy finger tips. Feeling smugly satisfied, Brooke simpered as she congratulated herself at her sadistic domination of the innocent, fresh faced teen.

"Brilliant, simply brilliant!" Exclaimed Isla as Brooke finally helped the jaded Effie back up to her knees. "It's just a shame that desserts are so expensive", Isla continued, before adding, "Right, let's try the whipped cream!" Incredulous, Effie scrunched up her nose and giggled as Brooke slowly bludgeoned an overflowing paper plate up against her forehead and chin. Her heart racing as she smudged and twisted the whipped cream against Effie's silken skin, Brooke peeled off the plate before coquettishly licking Effie's entire left cheek clean.

A sudden, impulsive zest rising inside her, Effie caught the pugnacious Brooke off guard by kissing her fervidly on her pale pink lips. Then, ducking her head slightly, Effie wiped her cream slathered right cheek over the tip of her overly zealous, yet stunned tormentor's chin. Determined not to be outmanoeuvred, Brooke returned the favour by passionately snogging the suddenly bashful and timorous, young brunette. Re-exerting her dominance, Brooke clasped the teenager's right breast whilst simultaneously biting down on Effie's trembling bottom lip. Recoiling the instant Effie began to flirt with her tongue, the older blonde then began to mop her unexpectedly greasy face clean.

Pausing for a moment, Brooke triumphantly savoured the sultry spectacle of a globule of cream splashing down off Effie's dainty nose and onto her perky right breast. Inspired, Brooke carefully unhooked the brunette's bra before indifferently throwing it gently away. Drawing a sharp intake of breath, Effie coyly glanced down upon her youthful, bewitching, bare chest. Then, beckoning her tormentor forward, Effie stood firm as Brooke massaged two further whipped cream pies over her sensuous, curvaceous breasts.

Squirming as the cool dessert topping was slathered upon her cleavage, Effie skittishly turned towards Brooke and squeaked, "I'll so get you back for this!" Unperturbed, Brooke nodded, before blithely replying, "I expect you will, or I suppose you'll try at the very least. I wonder, do you still feel vindicated in ignoring Isla when she asked you for help?" "What and get my freshly varnished nails messy?" Effie farcically joked in reply, as whipped cream continued to dribble down over her impressively taut stomach and her insatiably pert chest, much to Isla's intense glee.

Shaking her head in downright disbelief, Isla peered out from behind her phone and remarked, "Simply marvellous, you guys are the best. However, I still think we can do better than the whipped cream." Emboldened, Effie began to pout to the camera, before shaking a few glutinous strands of her caramel brown fringe off her impossibly angelic face. Tormented by a sudden, incandescent affliction of jealousy and rage, Brooke scooped up two gargantuan plates of viscous shaving cream and obliterated the nubile young teen. Enveloped beneath a horrifically glutinous pie sandwich it was impossible to tell that it was the charmingly hapless Effie who was shrieking underneath. Continuing to rub the paper plates against Effie's delightfully bewitching pale, smooth skin, Brooke theatrically shuddered in horror as a droplet of cream rebounded and splattered into her own exquisite, shivering cheeks.

In contrast, the uproariously howling Isla cried, "Wow! Just wow! Oh Effie, you do look a state." Wiping tears from her eyes, Isla was incapacitated by her hysterics, as she uncontrollably chortled at the sheer spectacle of her ravishingly resplendent, yet indubitably loyal, chastened best friend.

Struggling to control herself, Brooke gleefully poured a second bucket of cold water over the annoyingly pretty brunette. "Right, final test", Brooke began before slamming an egg over Effie's once pristine light caramel wavy hair. Massaging the egg yolk into Effie's scalp, Brooke divulged, "I think we can all agree that the consistency of the red slime and the shaving cream pies were by far the best. Isla, are you okay to mix some more gunge up tonight? I can buy more shaving cream tomorrow morning if you like." Brooke paused for a moment, to allow the wistful Isla to nod in agreement, before deviously slapping a second egg against Effie's left cheek. "I hope you've both been practising fuzzy duck", Brooke warned the two teens. "Remember there's no point preparing all the gunge, if one of us, not Molly, is going to lose and be covered in the mess." "You can count on me", gushed Effie proudly, before playfully joshing, "I thrashed my brother ten times in a row yesterday. Trust me, I'm unbeatable at every drinking game!"

To complete the youngster's humiliation, Brooke cracked one final egg against the top of Effie's chest, before pouring an entire packet of flour over the bedraggled brunette. Unrecognisable behind a mountain of white flecks, Effie posed for the camera before blowing a raspberry at Isla, who replied by blowing her a kiss. Smashing four eggs into the cups of Effie's bra, Brooke then delighted in fastening the soiled lingerie back up against the brunette's heaving chest. Meanwhile, joyfully watching on as Effie squealed as the egg yolk slathered against her curvy peaks, Isla remarked, "Seriously Effie, thanks for being such a great sport. You simply are the most wonderful friend."

Moments later, the three women were silenced by a raucous cacophony of noise as a series of loud thumps thudded down against Isla and her sister Molly's decrepit, splintering front door. Downstairs, Molly, jadedly rose from the warmth and comfort of her sofa and grumpily trudged into her front hall. Revitalized as soon as her boyfriend bounded through the door, Molly kissed Richard on the cheek, before he playfully placed his grey homburg hat over her head and threw his black, shiny briefcase onto the floor.

"Quick, Effie, Richard will be wanting a shower, you know what he's like. He always has a wash when he comes home late from work", Isla hurriedly warned her friend. Continuing, Isla exclaimed, "If you don't want to fester in slime for another half an hour, you'd better get there first!" "But my hands", Effie complained as she tiredly struggled to her feet." "No time, they'll be easy for us to untie once you're in the bathroom. Come on, let's go!" Isla continued, as she heard her sister ask Richard about his day.

Agreeing with Isla, who held open her bedroom door, Effie scarpered down the landing, wearing nothing but her pale blue lingerie. With Molly returning to the warmth and comfort of the lounge, Richard began to slowly trudge up the stairs. Hearing his loud booming footsteps, Isla followed Effie out onto the landing just as Molly's boyfriend reached the final step. Gasping in woe, Isla realised that she was far too late. To her great shame, she had inadvertently set her best friend up for a humiliation yet again. Unable to open the bathroom door, Effie, with her back to the landing, stood awkwardly like a lemon as Richard shamelessly ogled her salacious backside.

In Isla's horrified, incensed mind, there was simply no doubt. Her sister's boyfriend was cruelly objectifying her sweet, innocent best friend. What a lecherous, filthy, wanton beast! What a complete and utter creep! Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, Effie was completely exposed and Isla furiously felt her shame.

Timidly, not wanting to react first, Isla expectantly waited for Richard's eyes to shift away from Effie's bare, smooth skin. Seconds passed, yet the vile, grotesque monster continued to stare. For the past three months, Isla had suspected Richard of cheating on Molly with Tiffany, her sister's best friend. His prurient, licentious, wandering eyes simply confirmed her suspicions; Richard was a snake. Tomorrow, Isla was supposed to be getting her own back on Molly for pieing her in the face. But now, feeling sorrow and pity for her sister, Isla felt the need to rapidly alter her plans. Her scumbag of a boyfriend had sealed an even greater comeuppance of his own. Feeling a flush of excitement, Isla couldn't wait to wreak her revenge.

Confused by the standoff behind her, Effie bravely plucked up the courage to slowly turn round, only to mysteriously relax as she caught Richard's eyes glancing upon her heaving chest. "Richard, your girlfriend's downstairs", Brooke growled as she strode onto the landing floor. Headstrong, the pale blonde continued, "Now stop being a perve, go away." Brooke may not have been particularly close to Effie, but she wasn't going to stand by, like Isla, and allow the revolting bloke to utterly humiliate the young girl. As Richard shrugged before heading back downstairs, Brooke shot a knowing glance towards Isla, before whispering, "Hey Effie, how would you like your revenge?" Effie smiled and nodded, "Yes please!" "Good", exclaimed Brooke as she slapped the poor girl on the rear. "Isla and I will come up with a plan of action whilst you go and wash yourself clean." Untying the poor girl, Brooke pushed her inside the bathroom door. "Did you see that?" Isla asked, whilst looking like she was about to explode in rage. "I sure did. You're right, he must be cheating on Molly. Any ideas about how we could trick him into getting gunged?" Brooke asked, intrigued. Isla nodded, before replying, "A couple, but we'll need to use Effie again as bait; he doesn't seem that interested in either you or me, I'm afraid."

Discussing her idea with Brooke, Isla felt guilty and ashamed. Having feebly felt unable to protest, she had meekly stood aside as Brooke had rescued Effie from the beastly rogue. Despite her chagrin, she was now proposing to use her best friend as a means to an end. Isla and Effie had been best friends since they were four. Isla knew that sweet natured Effie was easy to manipulate, easy to take advantage of and easy to mislead. Brooke regularly took advantage of the pretty brunette, and now, for her ungrateful sister's sake, Isla was willing to do the same.

Yet Isla swore that she loved Effie like a sister, who she was closer to than her cold, selfish, petty older sibling, who criticised her at every turn. Isla adored Effie for her kindness, her generosity, her warmth and her gentle sense of humour. Yes, she was quiet and timid, like Isla herself, but Effie possessed a sassy streak which had struck Brooke, when she first got to know her, as really quite absurd. Furthermore, Effie was also extremely attractive and far prettier than Isla, in particular, could ever dream.

Sharing his sister's great genes, Effie's older brother Gabe, twenty-three, was universally acknowledged to be the most attractive guy, not yet to grace the silver screen. The fly half of the local men's rugby team, he set hearts aflutter, through his rugged handsomeness, his beguiling charisma and limitless warmth and spirit. His teammates, who worshipped him, were tremendously loyal and hung on his every word. Unfortunately for Effie however, he was enormously protective of his younger sister, who he still treated as if she was thirteen. None of his teammates thus ever dared or considered to ask her out, despite her beguiling beauty, much to her continued frustration and intense regret. She had had boyfriends of course, but never ones equal to her beauty, intelligence or spirit. Instead, many girls tried to befriend her simply to get closer to Gabe and his mates. They used Effie, just like Isla proposed to do now for herself. But despite her numerous fake friends' efforts, Gabe had recently started dating a real outsider, a posh brunette called Emily, who was from the other side of town and didn't bother to pretend to like Effie one bit.

Isla, like almost every other girl she knew, fancied Gabe no end. But she had never used Effie to get close to him, sensing that he was well out of her league. Her older sister Molly, twenty-two, was far more attractive, though her beauty had perhaps peaked in her teenage years. Isla felt that she would have made a fantastic match with Gabe, had she not been going out with Richard now for the past six years. Molly, five-foot-five, proudly boasted extremely short blonde hair. Unlike her kinder younger sister, growing up, Molly, part of the popular in-crowd, had been an extremely nasty, calculating piece of work. An enormous gossip, she had been both revered and feared by her more timid classmates who she used to routinely humiliate and betray. Growing up, Molly had since mellowed and matured; she was extremely embarrassed by her past and resolved to mend her ways. But when she worked together with her sister at their parents' restaurant, the domineering, bossy, coercive Molly returned.

In contrast to her sister, growing up, Isla, had always felt like an outsider, like an outcast that made her sister ashamed. Average in height, looks and intelligence, she never stood out from the crowd in any single way. Wanting to rebel, she'd vowed to dye her naturally blonde hair. But her parents ran the enormously successful Italian restaurant 'Peruzzi's' and since she worked there as a waitress, she was forbidden from dyeing her hair red, purple or green. Looking to compromise, Isla had instead plumped for white, which perfectly suited her short, frizzy, bob hair. Inevitably however, her sister began to taunt her and nicknamed her Elsa, from Frozen, due to the similarity of their names.

Both leaving school after sixth form, their parents expected both their daughters to join the family business. As the elder sibling, Molly had already risen to become assistant manager and always took charge when her parents were not there. Molly was also juggling work with her catering management course which she was barely weeks away from completing. It had been a long, hard struggle, but Molly was very nearly there. Isla however was still stuck as a simple waitress and had to suffer the indignity of being bossed around by her ungrateful older sibling as she toiled away day after day.

In contrast, Molly's best friend, Tiffany, worked for the same events management company as Richard and together they went on frequent business trips abroad. The tall handsome Richard, twenty-two, was six-foot-tall and sported thick brown stubble which occasionally morphed into a mighty beard. Never a natural sportsman, he was nevertheless, extremely close to Gabe. Therefore, it came as no surprise to Isla that Effie had secretly fancied him for years. Isla couldn't see what the fuss was about herself, but her suspicions grew as the summer months passed and Richard and Tiffany continued to spend weekends away together, always under the excuse and pretext of work. Though she had never dared to share her suspicions with her sister, Isla was convinced that Richard and Tiffany were having an affair. She simply couldn't fathom how the usually so prescient, observant Molly couldn't see through their lies and shame. Isla couldn't prove her suspicions, not quite yet. But after his cruel objectifying of Effie, Isla was ready to force the issue and use her best friend as bait.

In contrast to her lifelong friendship with Effie, Isla had barely known Brooke for a year. Two years her senior, Brooke was very mature and experienced for her age. The daughter of a famous talent agent, she had been sent packing to private school, only to be sent home in disgrace after being expelled. Never fully fitting in amongst her peers, who resented her for her family's working-class routes and lack of airs, Brooke soon found her star rise as her mother's company unexpectedly became a roaring success. Dropping out of University, Brooke, like Isla, was expected to join the family business. Directionless, Brooke had forlornly agreed, despite balking at long gruelling hours and the prospect of having to swallow her pride and work for wannabe, tuneless pop stars and wooden actresses who she felt possessed less talent than her idle pet snake.

Recently having taken over two clients that her mother simply couldn't abide, Brooke had made an uneasy start to her new career. Her first client, the unrealistically ambitious and overly demanding roving news reporter Abi, couldn't help but rub people up the wrong way. In the past two months alone, she'd caused three cameramen to resign from working with her in pure exhaustion and exasperation. For someone so acid tongued, Abi wasn't as talented and deserving of stardom as she was led to believe. Resentful and restless at her failure to gain a seat reading the news, with no cameraman to admonish, Abi turned her oppressive fury onto the long-suffering Brooke instead. Usually able to dominate and boss others around, Brooke found the rather dictatorial Abi a real handful, especially as her bosses saw the fluff piece news reporter as nothing more than cute eye candy and wouldn't even contemplate a meaningful promotion or a significant raise.

Brooke's second client, Tori, was equally a nightmare to work with, but in such varying ways. The younger sister of Brooke's housemate, the underwear model Tatiana, Tori had recently been forced out of the television soap 'Cherry Hill' after a contract dispute, exacerbated by Brooke's inexperience and poor negotiation skills. Jealous of her co-stars, Tori had wanted to take centre stage. But following a string of drunken nights out causing the raven-haired teenager to be splashed all over the tabloids' front page, reckless, irresponsible Tori was seen as toxic by casting agents and unable to gain any further work. Trying to save her client's career, Brooke had persuaded a rather hung-over Tori to sign up to co-hosting the gunge filled gameshow 'Nemesis' but had accidentally had it written into her contract that she be gunged on every episode by mistake.

Trying to impress her two clients, Brooke had insisted upon meeting them separately for lunch every week at the Italian eatery Peruzzi's, which she held to be the most glamourous restaurant in town. Thus, what with becoming a regular customer, Brooke had become increasingly friendly with her waitress, Isla, who she ensured arranged for her twice weekly bookings, despite the restaurant's month long waiting lists. In return, Brooke promised Isla a seat with the stars. Unfortunately for the waitress however, thus far, Brooke's famous guests extended only as far as Abi, Tatiana, Tori and Tori's boyfriend Matty, also a soap actor, who she met on the set of 'Cherry Hill'. But despite this disappointment, Brooke had pulled through for Isla in many other ways. For example, through Tori, she had taught her the secrets of making gunge so that she could wreak her sisterly revenge.

Isla had become inspired to wreak her slimed filled revenge through the charity exertions of her old local high school, which had run bi-yearly Comic Relief competitions where the losing teachers and students had been mercilessly gunged. Unlike Molly, whose friends Lauren and Claire had been unfortunate victims of the slime, Isla's year had regretfully missed out on all the games. Molly herself had gotten messy at her friend Sophie's hen party and then again at one of Emily's house parties, where having lost a game of Pictionary, rumour had it, she'd been absolutely destroyed. In contrast, Isla had thus far never experienced the thrill of being gunged. Two weeks ago, she'd tried pieing her sister, after Molly had complained about her dropping a pile of dirty dishes at work. Unfortunately, however, her prescient sister had been too quick for her, and had pushed the cream pie into the youngster's unsuspecting face instead. Wanting her own back, Isla had requested that Brooke ask Tori for the tricks of the trade. But they'd had trouble mixing the slime and gaining the right consistency, hence why they needed to try it out on the gullible, but willing, Effie first.
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The following morning, to Isla's great surprise, it didn't take too much convincing to persuade Effie to agree to acting as Richard's bait. Overly cheerful and giddy with excitement, Effie seemed thrilled to have genuine permission to flirt with the guy she'd relentlessly fancied over the past ten years. Isla noted that the coquettish brunette's remarkable sensuous transformation from shy and abashed to a voluptuous flirt was both unnerving yet felicitously exciting. In contrast, sensing the opportunity for terrible acting, Brooke warned Effie to calm herself down and to coyly play it cool instead.

Once Brooke had returned from the supermarket with more supplies, she and Isla began mixing the buckets of gunge, whilst Effie was left to try on some more seductive clothes. Wearing nothing but a vaguely matching combination of dark pink knickers and a light pink bra, Effie scrutinized her blossoming, hour glass figure in Isla's bedroom mirror. Applying her steamy, dark red lipstick, the brunette pouted, before sucking in her stomach, bending forward and kissing the glass by her face.

Dancing round Isla's bedroom, Effie picked up two sundresses from the unmade bed. Holding them up to her chest, Effie turned to her friends and asked, "Which one? The red or the pink?" "The pink", gushed Isla as she secretly felt a pang of jealousy at her best friend's gorgeous figure. In contrast, whilst not even looking up at the teenager, Brooke interjected, "I agree. But it hardly matters which dress you wear, it's more important what you have on underneath." Having caught the confused brunette's full attention, Brooke then flung a skimpy yellow bikini at her dancing feet.

As Effie unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor, Brooke continued, "Now remember, don't start flirting with Richard until Isla has whisked Molly away. We need Molly to think that it was her boyfriend who made the first move." Isla meanwhile looked up from her bucket to glance upon Effie's glorious bare chest. Her breasts, bigger than both Brooke and Isla's, were pert, impossibly curvy and perfectly shaped. "Please be careful Effie, I don't want Richard to get the wrong idea. We only need him to touch you, nothing else", Isla warned, fearing the worst for her friend. Slipping her knickers down her legs as she replied, Effie joked, "What! Not even a little kiss!" "Oh do behave", joked Isla in reply, before pausing for effect and adding, "That beard, its hideous! I'd shudder and wrench if he ever tried to kiss me!" Completely naked, Effie began to idly search Isla's room for a towel. Bending over near her best friend, she accidentally brushed her backside into Isla's pristine face. "Hey steady on!" Joked Isla as she pushed Effie's cute behind away. "You don't need to flirt with me, I already know you're ace."

Blushing, Effie continued, "If it's alright with you two, I rather fancy treating myself to a relaxing bath first. I really want to feel my best." Isla nodded and smiled sweetly in reply, whereas Brooke rolled her eyes and mouthed, "Great, whilst we do all the work instead!" Wrapping a yellow towel around her upper body, Effie marched out onto the landing, only to find the bathroom door locked once again. "I'll only be a minute", Molly called out in reply as she heard Effie's frustrated knock reverberate through the wooden frame.

Whilst banging on the door, Effie eerily felt as if she was being scrutinized and turned round to brush her fears away. To her great surprise, she found that Richard was staring at her backside once again. Her heart set aflutter, Effie felt his eyes move up to stare at her quivering chest. Fighting back, Effie shamelessly stared at his manhood in return. Continuing to flirt, Richard smirked before taking an imposing step forwards towards the brunette. Nervously stepping backwards, Effie hit the back of her head against the bathroom door. The sudden jolt inevitably caused her towel to slip down a couple of inches, exposing the top half of her breasts. Richard smiled before adjusting his jeans and whispering, "Oh I do apologise, are you okay?" "No worries", squeaked Effie nervously as she tentatively rubbed the back of her head. Carefully raising her towel back up an inch, Effie continued, "Hey, it's a lovely day today isn't it? Myself, Isla and Brooke are planning to sunbathe by the pool. Would you two like to join us as well?" "Join you? We had the idea first!" Richard teased, before darting back into Molly's room, the second he heard the bathroom door begin to creak. Moments later, before Effie even knew what had hit her, Molly upturned a plastic bin, filled with greasy bathwater, over the shocked, unsuspecting teen. Her hair sodden and dishevelled, Effie whimpered before Molly joked, "Hey I do hope you weren't flirting with my boyfriend. It never ends well for girls who try and tear my Rich away."

Startled, Effie just didn't know what to think. Had she been rumbled already? Was Molly simply being a tease? How much had she heard? Should she tell the others? Should she carry on as if nothing had occurred? Thinking over her next move, Effie realised that Molly was indeed joking and didn't seem even the remotest cross or upset. As Effie stood motionless deliberating how to respond, Molly cheekily scooped the plastic bin into her dirty bathwater, before throwing the murky detritus straight at the startled Effie's face. Bamboozled, the teenager let her towel drop to the floor. Seeing the naked girl nervously wobble besides her, Molly scooped one arm around her bare waist and pushed her through the bathroom door. "Cover up Effie, we don't want Richard to see anything now do we. For if he does, I will have to kill you, don't you agree?" she joked, before scooping up Effie's towel and throwing it at her twitching feet.

One hour later and Molly and Richard were sunbathing together on loungers by the pool. Wearing an exquisite cream, cotton, AX Paris, floral printed dress, the unsuspecting Molly was not at all appropriately dressed to get gunged. Wearing khaki cargo shorts and a tight fitting, lime green t-shirt, Richard, in contrast, would be far less likely to mourn getting messy it seemed. Feeling parched and noticing that her cup of lemonade was almost empty, Molly lazily ambled back over to the kitchen to raid her fridge once again. Sensing their opportunity, Effie and Brooke crept into the back yard through the garden door. Wearing a Motel, Topi, red viscose dress that was cheap enough for her not to mind getting it messy, but cute enough to make her feel charming all the same, Brooke marched over to the side of the pool. Nervously trailing behind her, wearing the same pink, sleeveless, cami swing dress that she had tried on an hour before, Effie, watching Richard closely, almost stumbled over a divot in the turf. Then as the teen passed him, Effie purposely brushed her left thigh up against his bare leg as she walked. Bristling with tension, Effie felt a sudden thrill as she felt his warm, hirsute skin press up against her own.

Picking up a beach ball that was idly floating in the pool, Brooke gently lobbed it towards Effie, at chest height, allowing the sporty brunette to catch it, with absolutely no problem at all. Playing along, Effie then threw it back at Brooke, at head height, with far much greater force. Almost tripping over backwards into the pool, Brooke gave Effie a stern look before chucking it back at her, just to the left of the brunette's slim waist. Almost dropping it, as she twisted her body to catch the ball, Effie slicked back her long flowing hair before throwing it towards Richard, who having already lost interest in the pair, had settled back down to sunbathe once again. Having closed his eyes, he was thus ill prepared as the ball guiltily ricocheted off his head. "Hey", he cried as he gingerly began to rub his forehead, with his pride severely hurt. Sensing that the giggling Effie was the guilty party, Richard picked up the beach ball and lobbed it straight back at the brunette. Caught off guard, the ball struck Effie directly in the chest. Knocked off balance, the teenager tumbled heroically backwards into the pool.

Disappearing under the surface with a thunderous splash, Effie frantically thrashed around underwater as she felt the cool liquid seep up inside her billowing dress. Reaching the surface, Effie began to tread water as she slicked back her fringe that was tantalisingly glued to her face. Flattening her dress down, Effie blushed as she sensed a horrified Richard glance towards her disgrace. "Effie, are you alright? I'm so sorry", he gasped, as he frenetically rose from his chair. "Here, take my hand", he cried as he lent forwards over the edge of the pool. But just as Effie had begun to wade towards him, Brooke suddenly pushed Richard forwards, head first into the centre of the pool. Smashing through the surface as he fell, Richard narrowly missed clattering into Effie, who was instead showered by the enormous wave caused by his fall. Disoriented, Richard grasped at Effie's dress, pulling her close to his waist. Staring at her chest as he gasped for air, Richard was splashed by a highly abashed Effie as she struggled to wriggle free from his grasp. Retaliating with much greater force, Richard caused an avalanche to spurt over Effie's head before dunking the teenager completely under the water once again. As Richard continued to splash her, Effie kindly accepted Brooke's hand to wrench her out the water, only for Brooke to instantly push her straight back in. Her hair bedraggled, Effie felt her racing heartbeat almost burst out of her aching chest. Brooke and Isla hadn't mentioned getting utterly soaked when they asked her to flirt with Richard barely two hours past.

Richard meanwhile hauled himself out of the water, on the opposite side of the pool to where Brooke lay lurking, ready and waiting to push him back in. Offering Effie his hand, he lifted her out of the water before showering her with water one final time as he shook his body clean. Exhausted, Effie began to take off her pink dress, revealing her minute yellow bikini underneath. "Gee, I better get changed, I'm freezing", Richard joked as he ogled Effie one final time before heading back indoors. Passing him as he trudged off, Isla and Molly remerged. "Brooke pushed me in", he hissed as the two sisters unsympathetically chortled at his expense. Wearing a low-cut indigo tank top and the same jean shorts as the night before, Isla was intrigued to discover whether their plan had begun to work. Desperately trying to catch Brooke's eye as Effie dried herself with a pink towel, Isla almost tripped over the same beach ball responsible for Richard and Effie's watery fate.

Facing Molly, Brooke began to crow. "Sorry Molly, it was just too good to resist. Richard deserved a good dunking after carelessly knocking poor Effie into the pool." Pausing for a moment, Brooke lowered her voice before continuing, "Now girls, whilst we're all here, I have a proposition to suggest. It's a week until Gabe's party and the guys are sure to want to challenge us to some drinking games. How about we get a bit of practice in so that we don't embarrass ourselves and end up completing humiliating forfeits like the last time we played?" "Good idea. Count me in", replied Isla instantaneously, remembering how she had thrown up on Gabe's sofa after losing a game of beer pong, just as his parents irately walked through the door. "Sounds interesting. What do you have in mind?" asked Molly reservedly, yet intrigued. "How about Fuzzy duck?" Effie confidently suggested, having practiced it vigorously to great success, with her brother for the past week. "No, we aren't drunk, there's no point playing Fuzzy duck until we're all a bit tipsy. No one will make a mistake otherwise", Molly complained, before adding, "how about a game of twenty-one instead?"

Startled, Isla nervously glanced up at Brooke, hoping that she would disagree. This wasn't part of the plan, this wasn't what they had agreed. Molly had taken A level maths, she was sure to be amazing at this game. What was the point of playing if they were going to lose instead? But to her great misfortune, Brooke wasn't paying attention to her friend. "Sure, I'm game", she replied, much to Isla's utter dismay. "What about any forfeits? Is it too early to drink?" asked Effie as they had meticulously prepared. Caught by surprise, Molly snorted. "Guys, don't think I don't know what you've been doing for the past two days. I know you plan to gunge me, I overheard you talking about it night. Isla, you sure talk loudly, when you're slightly pissed. So, yeah, I'm happy to play messy forfeits, but to slime me, you've got to beat me first."

Hearing the tail end of the conversation, a slightly apprehensive Richard returned. Wearing a white Miami Heat jersey and shorts, he stammered, "Ladies, what's up?" whilst feeling rather perplexed. "We're playing a messy game of twenty-one and you're playing too my dear", Molly laughed in return. Effie and Isla meanwhile looked shyly at one another, concerned. The two teenagers knew straight away that they were in trouble, as the other three were all far better at maths than they. "Erm, can anyone remind me of the rules?" asked Isla, perturbed.

Condescendingly, Brooke sighed before gently punching Isla on her right arm. "Remember, the object of the game is to not say the number after twenty. Each player can say up to four numbers at any one time. If they say one number, play continues in the same direction. If they say two numbers, play switches direction. If they say three numbers, play continues in the same direction, but the next player misses their turn. If they say four numbers, play switches direction and the next player also misses their turn. If you make a mistake, you get messy. If you lose a round, you get seriously messy and you must also complete a dare. Everyone still care to play?" Sensing defeat, Isla sighed, "Of course." "Good, once you've helped me fetch all the supplies, you can go first", beamed Brooke as she began to rearrange the chairs. Continuing, and immensely enjoying herself, Brooke began to order the others to do her dirty work. "Effie, could you help Richard fetch the buckets from Isla's bedroom, whilst Molly, Isla and I can collect the supplies from the garage in turn."

Venturing upstairs with Richard, Effie once again rubbed her thighs up against Richard's legs as she overtook him on the stairs. Skipping like she was back in school, Effie suddenly stood still, causing the unsuspecting male to barge straight into her shapely rear. Blushing, as she felt the velvety fabric of his jersey push up against her bare skin, Effie smiled as a highly embarrassed Richard apologised profusely once again.

Back outside, Isla cleared her throat, ready to begin. Sitting to her left sat Effie, followed by Brooke, Richard and Molly. Sensing everyone's expectant eyes fall upon her, the teenager cried, "I propose a game of twenty-one" before being cut off by Brooke slamming a large shaving cream pie into her dainty face. "Hey, what did you do that for?" the nineteen-year-old complained, as she wiped the viscous layers of shaving cream from her now tangled, dyed white hair. "You can't say the name of the game Isla!" Brooke reminded her. "What twenty-one?" repeated Isla in return, causing and incredulous Brooke to scream "Yes!" and slam a second pie onto the top of her hair. Laughing along with everyone else, Effie scrunched up her nose and stuttered, "Brooke, I guess you had better explain the rules to us once again."

Feeling more confident second time around, Isla began, "I propose a game of twenty plus one to my left. After a slight pause, Effie added, "One, two, three." Richard swiftly responded with, "Four, five", before Brooke added, "Six, seven, eight, nine." Pausing, to make sure that she wasn't about to make a mistake, Molly replied, "Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen." Contemplating accusing Molly of a slight hesitation, Brooke instead continued with, "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen." Feeling nervous, Isla added, "Seventeen, eighteen", before Effie swiftly shot back, "Nineteen, twenty." Isla sighed, knowing that she had lost the first round of the game. Groaning, she croaked, "Twenty-one". "Oh sorry", gushed Effie, having mistakenly thought that she had set Richard up to lose instead.

But before Isla could forgive her, Molly nailed her in the face with a humongous whipped cream pie. As Isla tried to wipe her face clean, Brooke continued her torment by pouring a large bucket of orange gunge over her graceful face. Laughing, Brooke then dug into the dish containing a whole host of wicked forfeits, which she had already eagerly prepared. Swirling her fingers around to prolong Isla's agony, Brooke picked one out of the bottom and announced, "Isla your forfeit is as follows. Next week, at Gabe's party, you must get into a catfight with his girlfriend Emily and rip off at least one item of her clothes!" "Gladly", Isla pronounced, whilst breathing a huge sigh of relief. "I think we all can agree; snotty Emily is such a bore!" "Hey, be careful, Emily's my friend", Molly responded, before adding, "Though it will be funny to see her taken down a peg!"

"Right next round", announced Brooke, before adding, "Effie would you like to begin?" Effie smiled before announcing, "I propose a game of twenty plus one to my left." "One", Brooke shouted, rather too enthusiastically. "Two", added Richard, with much more care. "Three", whispered Molly as she teasingly slapped Richard on his thigh. "Four, five", replied Isla, rather concerned with the slow nature of the game. "Six, seven", added Molly, turning the direction of the game once again. Suddenly competing with her sister, Isla shouted, "Eight, nine", only to be disappointed when Molly replied, "Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen." "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen", added Effie, showing no concern or tactical awareness to how close they were to the end of the game. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty", snarled Richard, whilst feeling rather too pleased with himself in return. Effie paused for a moment, waiting for somebody else to finish the game. Realising that nobody else was about to speak up, she chirped, "Oh crumbs, twenty-one, dearie me."

Keen for revenge, Isla jumped up and gave Effie a massive shaving cream pie sandwich, twisting the paper plates around her thick head of hair with intense glee. Brooke meanwhile beckoned Richard over to pour a bucket of dark green gunge over the unlucky teen. Trying not to enjoy himself too contently, as his girlfriend watched him like a hawk, Richard aimed the bucket directly over the centre of Effie's head, before splashing the remnants of the slime over Effie's smooth, bare legs.

Twirling her hand round the forfeits bowl, Brooke cackled as she picked out another card before her face suddenly fell in dismay. "Snog Brooke", she stuttered, in utter disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. For Isla, not Brooke, had quietly slipped in this particular dare. Making the most of the unforeseen situation, Brooke quickly whispered to Isla, "Distract Molly." Taking the hint, the teenager began to chatter to her sister about going to fetch another round of drinks. Brooke meanwhile, took hold of Effie by the shoulders before grasping her arms around the brunette's curvy waist. Locking tongues, Brooke delicately placed her mouth over Effie's lips. Tasting Effie's dark red lipstick as they embraced, Brooke glanced over towards Richard to make sure he was intently looking their way. Sensing that his girlfriend was distracted, Richard couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous pair.

Suddenly, Brooke let her right arm fall down Effie's hips. Grasping the top of Effie's bikini bottoms, Brooke yanked down the thin material, exposing the top of her sweet rear. Confident that she held Richard's full attention, Brooke then gave Effie a massive wedgie, drawing the thin material of her bikini bottoms painfully up her delicate waist. Startled, Effie broke off the snog and began to vigorously rub her sore backside before sitting back down in her chair.

"Right, my turn to begin", proclaimed Brooke as she desperately tried not to smirk at poor Effie's expense. "I propose a game of twenty-plus one to my left", she added, before wiping Effie's red lipstick off her blushing cheeks. Keen to quicken up the pace, Richard announced, "One, two, three." Likewise, Molly added, "Four, five, six." Effie meanwhile, readjusted her bikini before cooing, "Seven, eight, nine." Frantically realising it was his turn once again, Richard replied, "Ten, eleven." Brooke then continued with, "Twelve, thirteen." Firing back, Richard replied, "Fourteen, fifteen. Forgetting that she was supposed to be setting up Molly, Brooke added, "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen." Isla then looked over at Effie, giggled and proclaimed, "Nineteen, twenty." "Not again!" Effie moaned in dismay. Pausing for a moment, she added, "Oh crikey, Twenty-one. Guys, please be gentle with me." This time, Molly was quickest and threw a shaving cream pie across the circle, straight into her sweet, innocent, charming face. Isla then teasingly emptied a bucket of yellow gunge over Effie's heaving breasts, before cruelly placing the empty bucket over her dishevelled head.

With Effie's world suddenly blinded, Brooke pulled out the third dare. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear me", she cackled with unreserved glee. "Effie, your dare is to have a skype conversation with your brother." Replying with her face still covered by the bucket, Effie responded, "Hey, that doesn't sound too bad, lets skype away!" "Erm, let me finish" Brooke chided. "You have to skype your brother whilsttopless I'm afraid!" "What!" Effie cried out in distress. "Obviously, you won't be showing your brother any of your bare flesh. I'll position the camera so that your chest is just out of reach. Your challenge is to go through the entire conversation with Gabe thinking that you are dressed chaste. If he realises your true predicament, then I'm afraid another messy punishment awaits!" "Alright, but no funny business Brooke, I swear", replied Effie, having come to terms with her fate.

"Of course, you can trust me", Brooke responded, before adding, "Hey, we might as well clean you up first." Taking the hint, Isla bounded over to the garden hose before aiming it straight at her screaming best friend. Hosing her down for an entire minute, Isla laughed hysterically as the sodden Effie twisted and squirmed.

"Right, we ought to give Effie her privacy", Brooke interjected as Isla finally put the garden hose away. "Richard, why don't you get cleaned up?" Bemused, Richard looked over at Brooke in utter confusion, only for the blonde to tip a bucket of light blue gunge over his head. High fiving Isla in triumph, Brooke added, "You two, why don't you make some thick, creamy porridge as the forfeit for the loser of our final round?" "Great idea", replied Isla before giddily heading inside.

Following the two sisters indoors, Richard headed up to Molly's bedroom to dry himself down with a towel once again. Brooke meanwhile began to load up her laptop whilst slyly glancing up to Molly's bedroom window to check that Richard would stealthily stare. Just as she expected, Richard did not draw the blinds whilst he got changed. Though she couldn't be certain, Brooke sensed that he was watching as Effie sheepishly removed her bikini and placed her hands across her shivering chest. Feeling pity for the poor girl, Brooke bubbled. "Effie you're doing really well. Neither of the neighbours are in, your modesty is completely safe with me, I swear. Are you sure you want to continue? Our plan is working like a treat." "Well, I've gone this far, what else have I got to lose?" replied Effie as she slowly unfolded her arms from her chest. Turning to Brooke she continued, "Do you think Molly has noticed anything?" Replying, without turning her face from her laptop, Brooke answered, "No, I think she suspects Richard, but not you. She'll soon realise he's a pig."

Loading up Skype, Brooke made sure that only the tops of Effie's shoulders were visible before calling Gabe. Just as Brooke expected, the tall, six-foot-three, twenty-three-year-old blonde, did not suspect a single thing. "Hi there Effie, how are you?" he replied as he answered her call. "Excellent thanks. I've just been sunbathing with Isla and Brooke. How's your day been", his sister tentatively replied. Eagerly sitting herself down next to Effie, Brooke interrupted by drawling, "Hi Gabe", whilst desperately trying to flirt. "Oh, hi Brooke", Gabe replied, with far less enthusiasm than before. Continuing, he added, "I'm just having a lazy day with Emily, we're making paella for tea."

Turning to his girlfriend, Gabe instructed, "Oh Emily, come say hi to my sister, will you?" To Brooke's grave annoyance, Emily elegantly glided into the room. The stunningly attractive, five-foot-four, twenty-two-year-old brunette, then rubbed salt into the wound by sitting down upon Gabe's knees. "Hi there Effie, hi Brooke", Emily gushed, having momentarily forgotten her blonde rival's name. Offended, Brooke had to take extra care not to scowl. "I was just wandering what time the barbecue was again next week", Effie continued, looking to change the topic of conversation. "Oh, three o'clock. It will give everyone time to get back from the rugby. Sadly, I've got a side strain, so I can't play", Gabe replied with much care. Emily then tenderly kissed Gabe on the lips before gently rubbing his injured thigh. Watching on helplessly, Brooke grimaced; deep down she was seriously hurt. Emily meanwhile angled her extremely low-cut top directly at Gabe, showing off her absolutely fabulous breasts.

Breaking off their embrace, Emily then glanced back at the camera. Pausing for a moment, she stuttered, "Hey, Effie, I know it's hot but I never took you one for sunbathing in the nude." Effie sighed before Brooke gloatingly pied her in the face. "Oh Effie, what on earth", babbled her startled brother, as he swiftly turned away his face. "Sorry, it was a dare", Effie sniffed in reply, whilst simultaneously turning bright red. Keen to further Effie's humiliation, Brooke tipped a bucket of dark red gunge over her victim before slamming two whipped cream pies over her wavering breasts.

"Don't worry, I didn't look, just don't do it again", soothed Gabe, as he put his hands up over his face. Emily meanwhile, continued to stare at the camera as Effie accidentally showed her bare breasts to the lens. Brooke then peeled away the back of Effie's bikini bottoms, showing her bare backside to the ever-attentive Emily, who shook her head in disgust as Brooke poured half a bucket of green slime over her the brunette's perfect rear. Tipping the remainder of the gunge over Effie's chest, Brooke switched off the camera before drawling, "Don't worry, we'll get our revenge on Emily next week. Remember: Isla's dare!"

Brushing slime and cream from her breasts, Effie then put her bikini top back on as Brooke glanced back up towards Molly's room. Richard seemed to take a step backwards from the window, before slowly bounding back down the stairs. Isla and Molly meanwhile came back outside carrying four very large buckets of creamy porridge, before Isla took one look at Effie and proclaimed, "I guess poor Effie failed the dare!"

Once everyone had sat back down, Brooke announced, "Whoever loses the final round will have all the remaining mess, porridge included, tipped all over them. Agreed?" Effie looked sheepishly at Brooke and smiled. Glancing back over at Richard, she rather gave the game away. "Hey, you're not going to all gang up on me now are you", he whimpered. "Us? Never", laughed Brooke in return.

"Alright, I'd better be on my guard nonetheless", joked Richard as he readily embraced his likely fate. Clearing his throat, he began, "I propose a game of twenty-one", before Molly suddenly pied him in the face. "Oh drat. I mean I propose a game of twenty plus one to my left", spat Richard as he corrected his mistake. Smiling, Molly added, "One, two." Cautiously, Richard replied, "Three four." Teasingly, Molly added, "Five." Cautiously, Isla responded, "Six." Likewise, a tentative Effie added, "Seven." Feeling far more confident, Brooke added, "Eight, nine, ten, eleven". "Twelve", whispered Isla, unsure of whether she had made a mistake. "Thirteen", said Molly, fully alert. Nervously, Richard stuttered, "Fourteen", before Brooke responded with, "Fifteen, sixteen." Sensing an unlikely escape, Richard looked over at Effie and smiled, before announcing, "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen." It was now Isla's turn. If she said twenty, Effie would lose yet again. But hadn't she suffered enough? Thus far, the way that events had conspired against Effie seemed both unnecessarily cruel and unfair. Sighing, Isla took pity on her best friend and announced, "Twenty, twenty-one". Incredulously, Molly looked at her younger sister and mouthed, "What the?" in utter bewildered at her Isla's foolish folly. "Thanks", gushed Effie, realising that Isla had just sacrificed herself to save her further disgrace. "How generous Isla", proclaimed Brooke with utter contempt. Continuing, she added, "Right, before you receive your punishment, how about you take your top off as well?" Looking over at Effie, Isla nodded and hurriedly lifted her tank top off over her head, revealing a cute blue bikini underneath.

Brooke then instructed Isla to lie flat on her back in the grass. One by one, her friends took it in turns to pour a bucket of slimy porridge over her head, legs and chest. Ensuring that Isla was completely covered, Brooke even scooped excess porridge off the ground and tipped it again over her waist. Once finished, Brooke then bade Isla to sit up before instructing Molly to plunge her sister's face into a bucket of melted chocolate. Whilst a re-emerging Isla gasped for air, Brooke then ground a banoffee pie into her dainty face.

Richard then picked up a caramel cream pie, but before he could throw it at Isla, Effie cunningly pushed it back up into his own face. Wanting revenge, Richard slammed the last key lime pie over the top of Effie's head. Molly meanwhile took over the responsibility of washing her sister down with the hose. With his girlfriend distracted, Effie secretively slapped Richard on the bum before flirtatiously kissing him on the cheek. Sensing that Effie was now being too blatant, Brooke stole the hose off Molly and aimed it at the shrieking brunette instead.
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The following weekend, Brooke and Isla arrived together at Gabe's barbecue to find only the host, Emily, Effie, Richard and Molly already there. "Bad news. The guys are caught up in traffic on the way back from the rugby. Johnny says they are running about an hour late", Gabe apologised when he noticed Brooke's despair at the distinct lack of men. Wearing a tight fitting, burgundy, crew neck bodycon dress, she had certainly dressed to impress. Isla meanwhile, forgetting about her forfeit when choosing her attire, wore a blue, demure, pleated, sheer chiffon blouse and skinny white jeans. Only reminded about her dare by Brooke as they pulled up to Gabe's house, Isla was far from best pleased.

To make matters worse for Isla, Emily was wearing an A-line, strapless, indigo chiffon, pleated dress with a sweetheart neck. The vain brunette was evidently not wearing a bra. Clearly, it would not be easy for Isla to rip off her expensive dress. Furthermore, even if she somehow managed it, she didn't know how she could avoid exposing the vain, narcissistic Emily's swaying breasts.

Emily, a close friend of Molly's during their teenage years, had slowly drifted apart from Isla's older sister over the past few years. Only reconnecting, after becoming the chief bridesmaid at their mutual friend Sophie's wedding, Emily felt herself superior, more accomplished and refined than the catty blonde who she once foolishly classed as a close friend. The brunette had always had things easy. She had been both the prettiest and richest girl in their year. But much to her grave misfortune, she was also no stranger to getting messy. To great hilarity amongst her peers, Emily had been dunked into a large gunge tank on the gameshow 'Nemesis' and thus humiliated in front of millions on live TV. She'd also been plunged into a dunk tank at a nightclub during Sophie's Hen party, and routinely humbled by Sophie's younger sister Ava who was jealous of her in every single way.

In Molly's mind, there was no doubt that Emily deserved her routine indignities, for she never accepted her gungings with dignity, poise or grace. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful, but she didn't have to rub her good fortune in everyone's face. Yes, she could be kind-hearted and generous with those she trusted, but having fallen out with Claire, over an argument at Sophie's hen party, Emily could only really count Sophie, Bella and Mia as her true friends. Molly simply couldn't believe it when the courteous, kind hearted Gabe suddenly announced one day that he had started going out with the stuck-up girl. Gabe could have chosen any lady in the world, why did he have to choose that priggish brunette? Sometimes, life just didn't seem fair. Hence, Molly, who was wearing a simple, green, Boden, summer wrap dress, rather fancied Emily being taken down a peg or two and encouraged her sister to go through with her dare.

Effie, who wore a nude coloured TFNC prom, one shoulder dress with corsage, crept up behind Isla before excitedly whispering in her ear. Pointing to the tarpaulin behind the shed, she suggested, "Have your catfight over there." Nodding, Isla breathed heavily before marching over to Emily who was vexatiously poking away at the salad. Impatiently reaching over the brunette as she thrust her tongs into the bowl of lettuce, Isla purposely bumped into the haughty, self-centred girl. "Hey watch out", bemoaned Emily, as Isla barged into her right thigh. "Oh sorry", apologised Isla wistfully, before adding, "You're wearing a lovely dress." Placated by the insincere flattery, Emily paid no attention to Isla as she picked up a bottle of salad dressing and began to squirt it all over her plate. Purposely spilling the salad dressing over her hands, Isla then tried to nudge Emily sideways as she lent forwards for the kitchen roll that was just out of her reach. Inevitably, Isla 'accidentally' wiped her greasy hands on the waistline of Emily's expensive dress. "Hey, what did you do that for?" Emily complained, rightfully aggrieved. Isla rudely chose to ignore her, and continued to reach over the table, before elbowing the conceited Emily in the chest. "Right that's it", Emily snorted, as she picked up the salad bowl and upturned it over Isla's pretty head.

Having achieved her desired response, Isla coolly flicked off the salad bowl, picked up the nearby key lime pie and slammed it straight into Emily's heavenly face. With a mortified Emily distracted, Isla picked up the bottle of ranch dressing and opened up the front of her expensive dress. Licking her lips in anticipation, Isla proceeded to squirt its contents all over her pert, youthful breasts. Snapping out of her stupor, Emily angrily threw the bowl of potato salad over Isla's chest and shoulders before her tormentor responded by squirting ketchup all over her face.

Gabe meanwhile, rushed forward in order to go to his ranting girlfriend's aid. Unfortunately for Emily however, Richard and Brooke held him back, protesting, "Let them fight it out, the tension between them will only get worse if you insist on getting in their way." Finally gaining the upper hand, Emily smirked as she poured a carton of custard over Isla, who retaliated by emptying a bowl of coleslaw over her glistening hair. Remembering Effie's words of advice, Isla began to inch backwards, over towards the shed. Reading her best friend's mind, Effie raced towards the tarpaulin and hurriedly pulled it away. Underneath stood a large children's paddling pool filled, by Effie, with gallons and gallons of greasy shaving cream.

Realising the fantastic opportunity that lay before her, Isla took extra care to slow down as she goaded Emily into taking the bait. Without thinking, the brunette charged at Isla, who at the very last second dived right out of the way. Unable to halt her momentum, Emily charged headfirst into the paddling pool, but not before knocking the unsuspecting Effie in with her, along the way. With a loud squelch, the two unfortunate brunettes disappeared completely under the gigantic mountain of cream. Taking Isla's place, Effie began to grapple and wrestle with Emily, eagerly pushing her back down into the inflatable pool. But though she was both shorter and slighter, Emily was quickly able to take control and instead hold Effie face down, into the foreboding shaving cream. Spotting a bucket of gunge that Effie, for once, had mixed by herself, Isla picked it up and elbowed an increasingly incensed Gabe out of the way. Hesitating, Isla aimed to pour it over the arrogant Emily. But beneath all the cream, Isla was unable to tell which brunette was which. Picking the girl closest to her, Isla tipped the green gunge over the unlucky victim, who screamed, quickly revealed herself to be the unfortunate Effie yet again.

Gloating, Emily jumped out of the pool and ran towards the relative safety of her boyfriend, who was by now deeply unimpressed. Shaking his head, Gabe complained, "Seriously Effie, what on earth has gotten into you today?" Sneering at Isla, Emily hissed, "I'll get you back", barely under her breath. But though Gabe wasn't listening, the ever-attentive Molly heard every word that she said. "What a great idea!" She exclaimed. "How about we play a messy game? With Effie and Isla as our unlucky victims, should their teammates lose the game?" "Excellent idea", exclaimed Brooke, as Emily's mood suddenly lifted, what with Molly having completely made her day. But Emily's joy was short lived however, as Brooke then added, "But how about everyone get cleaned up first?" before aiming the garden hose straight at Emily's face.

Whilst Emily, Effie and Isla trudged indoors to get changed, the others enthusiastically deliberated over which game they should all play. Opting for a quick warm shower, in her large en-suite, Effie slipped off her now ruined one shoulder dress. Beckoning her best friend in behind her, Effie rasped, "Don't forget that you still need to complete your forfeit", before throwing her foam stained knickers straight at Isla's face. Looking her stunning, naked best friend up and down, Isla responded to the brunette's childish jibe by playfully kicking the gorgeous Effie up her taut backside.

"Oh no you didn't", giggled Effie as she turned around and began to grapple Isla's shoulders and push up against her chest. Catching the icy blonde by surprise, Effie quickly wrestled her best friend to the floor, landing on top of Isla as they fell. Completely naked, Effie rubbed her nubile body against Isla's as she crawled up over her chest. Kissing Isla tenderly on the lips, Effie remarked, "You truly are the greatest possible best friend."

As Isla began to idly trace her fingers over the smooth contours of Effie's shapely backside, the teenage brunette continued, "Hey, do you think Brooke's on our side. I mean, we've been trying to gunge Molly for a while now and yet she still remains clean." "Brooke too", Isla added, "You're right, it all sounds far too suspicious to me. I'm not sure I can trust Brooke anymore." "What about me?" Effie whispered, before trying to rip of Isla's blouse. Pushing her best friend off her chest, Isla wrestled with Effie until she instead sat upon the brunette's hips. "See it's not so easy to strip someone, silly!" purred Isla as she lent her body weight against Effie and rested her head against the brunette's perky breasts. "Goodness me, it's like we're Gerald and Birkin from, 'Women in Love', except I don't want to meet a tragic end", cooed Effie, before tickling Isla on the rear.

"Hey, don't be cheeky", chided Isla, before pinning Effie down and emptying an entire bottle of mouthwash over her face and bare chest. Thoroughly soaked, Effie lay motionless as Isla then continued to squirt toothpaste over her cheeks, shoulders and neck, before tenderly rubbing it in to her pale, suddenly blue, skin. Tenderly, Isla nibbled on Effie's right ear, before whispering, "Don't ever change", and rolling away.

Jumping up, Effie hopped into her bath before turning on the shower and beginning to wash herself clean. Staring at Effie's cute naked body, through the translucent shower screen, Isla mused, "Effie sometimes I don't think you realise just how pretty you are. How are you still single? It's a complete mystery to me." Blushing, Effie turned round, as water continued to pound ferociously against her hair. "Oh, I'm okay, no need to worry about me. I'm perfectly happy as it is", she replied, not at all convincingly. "You sure? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty jealous of Emily. There aren't that many men who are the total package and to date a guy as handsome as your brother would be supreme."

Effie giggled in response as she began to rub soap all over her svelte skin. "Everyone keeps telling me how fantastic Gabe is, but he's just my smelly, farty brother to me. We don't need men, you and me. I mean, look at Molly. Is she really happy with Rich?" "Rich? Whenever have you called him Rich?" asked Isla bemused before adding, "Nevertheless, I see what you mean." Pausing for a moment, to wring potato salad from her hair, Isla turned around again to watch the angelic Effie wash herself clean. After about thirty seconds of silence, Effie inquired, "Hey, since it looks like at least one of us is going to get messy again, would you like to borrow a bikini?" "Yes, please. Though I must warn you, it's you who's going to get slimed, not me!" Isla cried in glee.

Having finished rinsing the shaving cream from her flowing hair, Effie turned off the shower and asked, "Could you be a dear and hand me a towel please?" Mischievously however, Isla had other ideas and whipped her best friend on the behind three times with her towel, before slapping Effie in the face with a handful of shaving cream.

Ten minutes later, Effie and Isla re-emerged outside wearing bikinis, with Isla wearing dark blue and Effie lime green. Impressed at her friends' sexy appearance, Brooke hollered, "Looking hot girls, gave us a twirl." Much to Gabe's dismay, Effie turned around and wiggled her bum, before Isla slapped her backside as her mortified brother looked the other way. Breaking the tension, Molly began, "Richard and Gabe are going to play a game of guess the body part. Should they guess correctly, their opponent's teammate will be pied, but guess incorrectly and their own teammate will get messy instead. Effie, you will be Gabe's partner; Isla, you'll be Richard's. We will play best of five and both members of the losing team will be turned into human sundaes." Richard and Gabe then both took off their tops, revealing their taut, muscular, upper bodies, much to Brooke and Isla's uncontrolled glee.

Molly then bade Isla and Effie to sit down whilst Gabe and Richard had black blindfolds placed over their eyes. Finally satisfied that they couldn't see, Molly continued. "Gabe your team will go first, now remember, no inappropriate touching, otherwise I'll kick you in your manhood's, agreed?" To start the first round, Molly took hold of Gabe's hand and moved it towards the first person's face. Stroking their chin, Gabe immediately felt the bristle of a beard and bellowed, "Well this must be Rich, obviously!" "Well done", cried Molly before slapping a shaving cream pie into her sister's adorable face.

Brooke then took hold of Richard's right hand and gently brought it towards the next person's face. Smirking, she asked, "Richard, who's this?" Richard immediately began to pinch the unlucky person's nose, before digging his sharp finger nails into their cheeks. Feeling the slimy cream in his hands, he surmised, "Well it can only be Isla, surely?" "Correct", replied Brooke before throwing a shaving cream pie into the gorgeous Effie's face. Slapping Richard on the back, Brooke continued, "That makes the score one all. Well done guys, now on with the game!"

Molly then guided Gabe towards the next victim, placing his hand over their backside. Recognising the perfume, Gabe surmised that it had to be Emily. Feeling confident, he began to rub the victim's backside up and down, tracing his fingers over the smooth contours of their skin. Not hearing any sound of complaint, he patted the victim's bottom before announcing, "Emily", and clumsily leaning in for a kiss. Luckily for Gabe, he was entirely correct. Feeling desired, Emily, who was now wearing a pink, ASOS, textured, pleated mini dress, smiled and reciprocated his tender kiss. Placing her arms around his neck as she lent her chest up against his, Emily slapped her boyfriend's behind, as she felt Gabe teasingly pinch her own rear. Molly meanwhile, delighted in pieing her sister in the face once again.

Next up, Brooke guided Richard towards her own elbow. Running his hands up and down her svelte, smooth arms, Richard panicked before guessing, "Molly, I think." "Nope, it's me!" cried Brooke, before slapping a shaving cream pie over the top of Isla's already smothered head. "That makes the score, two one to Gabe and Effie", she announced, before Molly took over once again.

This time, the statuesque blonde guided Gabe towards her own knee. "Oh, erm, either Molly or Isla, I think. Erm is it Isla?" he guessed. "Nope!" laughed Molly, "You were close though, it was me!" Picking up two shaving cream pies she gave Effie a preposterously messy pie sandwich as she celebrated her deception with glee. "Hey, that's unfair", complained Effie as she began to wipe her face clean. "Shh, don't be a spoil sport", joked Emily as she squirted ketchup in the face of the unfortunate brunette, who simply couldn't catch a break it would seem.

Brooke then guided Richard towards the next victim's chest. Carefully caressing the breast of the girl, he started, "Well surely you'd only allow me to do this to my own girlfriend, so this has to be Molly", before leaning in and kissing the lucky girl on the cheek. "Erm, Richard I'm not wearing a bikini", Molly complained as she shook her head in utter rage and disbelief. "Uh, oh", Richard gulped as Brooke announced that it had in fact been Effie instead. Mortified, Richard gulped a second time, upon realising that now both Molly and Gabe would be incandescently incensed. "Rich, that wasn't cool", came Gabe's stern retort as Isla laughed and pointed at the unfortunate teen. To make the shocked brunette feel better, Brooke handed her a whipped cream pie, which she slapped against the beguiling Isla's breasts in utter gaiety.

"After three rounds the score is still two, one to Gabe and Effie", clarified Molly before guiding Gabe's hands towards the next victim's toes. "Goodness, whoever this is, their feet really smell", he joked, before adding, "They must be my sister's then!" "No! They're Brooke's", laughed Molly as her chagrined blonde rival hid her face and held in a scream. Deeply offended, Brooke picked up a shaving cream pie and ground it into Effie's breasts, pounding out all her utter frustration at being labelled putrid and acrid by the man of her dreams.

Calming down, Brooke then took hold of Richard's hand and guided it towards the next victim's waist. Holding his hand firmly against the victim's crotch, Brooke wouldn't let go, even when Richard realised that he had his hand pressed up against Gabe. "Eurgh! Enough, let me go!" he wailed. "Clearly, it's Gabe, now please let this end!" "Surely a lucky guess, but you're correct", Brooke chortled, before Emily bade Effie to stand up and slapped a shaving cream pie against her own barely covered rear.

Molly then took hold of Gabe's hand, and trying to get her own back on Richard, allowed Gabe to run his hand up and down against her bare inner leg. After a few seconds, Gabe guessed, "Is this Brooke?" "I wish", proclaimed Brooke forlornly, silently under her breath. "No, it was Molly", snapped Emily, yet again unimpressed, before slapping a cream pie into Effie's bewitching face.

"The score is now two apiece. If Richard guesses right then Effie and Gabe lose. If he doesn't, then we go to sudden death", Brooke announced, self-importantly. Carefully, she then guided Richard towards the next victim's hair. Instantly, Richard felt the gooey remnants of greasy shaving cream. "Well it either has to be Isla or Effie", he surmised. Richard then continued to run his hands up and down the victim's hair. Realising that her locks were fairly short, he announced, "Guys, this must be Isla, Effie has much longer hair." "Correct", beamed Emily, before slapping a cream pie into Effie's crotch. Isla meanwhile jumped up in triumphant glee.

Molly and Emily removed their boyfriend's blindfolds, before Gabe and Effie were led towards the paddling pool, which had been thoroughly washed clean of shaving cream. Emily began to tip melted vanilla ice cream over her boyfriend whilst Molly, Brooke and Isla ganged up on Effie, tipping three tubs of chocolate, cherry and strawberry ice cream over the unlucky brunette. Emily meanwhile began to squirt chocolate sauce over Gabe whilst Isla squirted raspberry sauce over Effie's chest. Richard then squirted toffee sauce over Gabe before changing his mind and aiming it at poor Effie instead. Molly eagerly emptied whole packets of hundreds and thousands over both siblings, whilst Brooke jokingly placed a flake into Gabe's right nostril, causing him to sneeze.

Feeling adventurous, Isla playfully opened up the back of Effie's bikini bottoms and began to pour in dollops of whipped cream. Molly meanwhile opened up the front of Effie's bikini top and squirted her delightful breasts with unremitting blasts of chocolate sauce. Emily was just spraying whipped cream over Gabe's chest when Brooke pushed her forwards into the pool. Taking their chance, Isla and Molly picked up tubs of chocolate ice cream and poured them over Emily, whilst Gabe held her up against his chest. Richard meanwhile ignored the commotion and continued to spray chocolate sauce over Effie's head. Brooke then placed glace cherries on top of Gabe, Emily and Effie before Isla took a video of the unfortunate three. Then, darting clear, Isla just avoided being soaked as Molly began to spray Effie viciously with the garden hose. Gabe and Emily jumped up out of the paddling pool as Effie was bade to stand up and be sprayed clean. Just then, the garden gate burst open and in walked the entire men's rugby team.
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One week later and Brooke and Effie were round visiting Isla once again. "Look guys, we can't mess this up", Isla complained as she drowsily stirred the latest bucket of gunge that they had made. Wearing a yellow, V-neck cami and a pair of loose fitting, scuffed, boot jeans, Isla added, "Despite our best efforts, Molly has twice escaped clean. We can't let her get away with it once again. You don't know just how seriously I want my revenge." "So, do I", Effie announced, who was wearing, a sky blue, faux wrap front, sleeveless, trapeze dress. Continuing, she added, "Last week was so embarrassing, especially when all the guys returned."

"So, what do you have in mind?" asked Brooke, for once kept in the dark and thus immensely intrigued. Wearing a red, Julia box pleat, sleeveless skater dress, the blonde was unhappy at being kept in suspense. "Well Brooke, I want you to distract Molly when she returns home. I've drawn a chalk cross on the patio, just below my balcony window, make sure she stands there. Then, once you have her distracted, Effie and I will pour gunge all over her from the safety of my bedroom." "Hey, why does it have to be me?" Brooke complained, before adding, "You were the one who last week failed to complete their dare!" "Believe me, I have some unfinished business with Emily. Be patient Brooke, I swear she'll get her just deserts", Isla responded. Continuing, she added, "Anyway, like Molly, you haven't even got messy once yet either, so it's your turn to risk getting slimed. Plus, I won't miss, I've been practising all week, haven't I?" "Oh yes", replied Effie ruefully. Since, for the past two evenings, Isla had practised emptying buckets of freezing cold water over the brunette, who acting like a nae guinea pig, had generously stood under Isla's balcony and got absolutely soaked over and over again.

Moments later, Richard's car pulled into the driveway. Forlornly, Brooke eased herself up and darted downstairs. Meeting the couple just outside the front porch, Brooke turned to Richard and began, "Hey, Isla's having trouble changing the battery in the smoke alarm, I don't suppose you could be a darling and run in and help?" "Of course", Richard replied, before kissing Molly on the cheek and disappearing indoors, leaving the two blondes to themselves.

Alone with Molly, who was wearing a light purple, scoop neckline sleeveless top and cut off white shorts, Brooke jested, "Hey, now he's out of the way, would you like to gain your revenge?" "He was awfully crude rubbing Effie's breasts in front of everyone last week, how about we gunge him like he deserves?" "Go on, I'm interested", Molly replied, as she carefully tried to work out whether she was being tricked herself.

Quietly, Isla and Effie tiptoed out onto the balcony as Brooke continued, "I've got some gunge in the shed. Come, follow me." Taking the bait, Molly sauntered into the back garden, whilst keeping a watchful eye on Brooke, in case she tried anything unforeseen. Once they were round the back, Brooke continued, "How about we ask Richard to help weed the flower bed and then we'll slime him from Isla's window?" Instinctively, Molly looked upwards and recoiled in horror as she saw both Effie and Isla tip over buckets of gunge from above. But instead of pouring the slime all over Molly, the deceitful best friends tipped their buckets over the unsuspecting Brooke instead. "What on earth", Brooke shrieked as purple and orange gunge ran down upon her. Covered in a thick, viscid layer of foul smelling gunk, Brooke made the mistake of looking upwards and catching a large dollop of slime all over her radiant cheeks.

Laughing, Molly took a few steps backwards and sensing that Brooke was about to fling gunge at her, sensibly jumped briskly out of the way. Effie then poured a third bucket of pink gunge over the humiliated blonde as Isla sneaked off downstairs. Finding a bucket of melted chocolate, Molly grasped the back of the Brooke's hair and plunged her head deep into the brown goo. Blinded, with her face slathered in chocolate, Brooke was unable to prevent Molly pulling away the neckline of her dress and pouring the remaining chocolate all over her heaving chest. Isla meanwhile snuck up on Brooke and slammed a shaving cream pie onto the top of her head. Joining in, Molly slapped another pie over the unfortunate blonde's cheeks and chin. Then to finish off her humiliation, Isla lifted up the back of her skirt and planted a shaving cream pie over her fine rear end.

Ecstatic, the two sisters high fived, whilst Brooke miserably wiped shaving cream from her eyes. "That's what you get for being so conniving, manipulative and mean", crowed Isla, before Molly added, "Nothing personal, but after Isla and Effie got messy at the barbecue, you were the only one of my conspirators who had thus far escaped away clean." "I'll get you back, just you see", moaned Brooke as chocolate dribbled down onto her chest from her chin. "I'm sure you will, but I think we'll score this round as a victory to me", crowed Molly, whilst displaying a Cheshire cat grin.

Biting back, Brooke replied, "That may be. But if I was you, I'd be wanting to gain my revenge on Tiffany first, if the rumours about Richard and your best friend are to be believed." "What rumours?" asked Molly intrigued. "Well it's quite obvious, both Isla and Effie agree. Richard is sleeping with Tiffany, can't you see?" To Isla's surprise, Molly burst out laughing. "Rich and Tiffany? Hardly! They hate each other, they're always arguing about work, don't be absurd. Plus, Tiffany has glandular fever, hence why she hasn't been around here much recently. If she was sleeping with Richard, surely he would also have been affected; it is called the kissing disease!"

Isla looked up towards her window. In her haste to run downstairs, she'd accidentally closed the door to the balcony behind her, and now poor Effie was unable to get back in. "Quick, Isla, throw me the key", Effie proclaimed, as she nervously peered over the balcony fence. Nodding, Isla flung the key towards Effie, who, with her hands sticky and greasy with slime, let it slip through her dainty fingers and tumble down into the thick bushes by Isla's feet. "Can you see it?" Isla asked Molly as the two sisters scrambled to find the key. "No, I don't understand where it could be", Molly replied, whilst on her hands and knees.

Moments later, a frustrated Richard returned. "Here you are. I've been looking all over for you, there doesn't seem to be a problem with the smoke alarm to me", he rasped, rather forlornly. Not showing her boyfriend any sympathy, Molly changed the subject and explained, "Effie's stuck on the balcony and we've lost the key." "Oh dear, poor Effie! I know, do you have a ladder", Richard asked, rather ingeniously. "Oh yes, great idea", Isla responded, before adding, "It's in the garage, follow me." As Isla and Richard sped off, Brooke picked up the garden hose and began to wash herself clean. Catching Effie laugh at her, the blonde aimed it at the stranded brunette, who with nowhere to hide was surprised by how far the jet of water could reach.

With both Effie and Brooke now thoroughly soaked, Molly bade the blonde to turn off the hose upon Richard's return. Carefully, he placed the ladder up against the wall and encouraged Effie to climb back down into the garden. But, scared of heights, Effie refused to move an inch. Without a second's thought, Richard announced, "Alright, hold still, I'll come and get you." Asking Isla to hold the ladder for him, he then carefully climbed up, smiling and looking up at Effie, the entire way. Reaching the balcony, he held out his right hand. But to his great surprise, Effie still refused to accept his aid. Now beginning to panic, the teenager wailed, "I can't, I can't", as Molly shook her head in disbelief, contempt and dismay.

Shrieking Effie recognised that since her hands were dripping wet, she would struggle to grip firmly onto the rungs of the ladder if she was to climb back down by herself. "Come on, you can do it", Richard bleated in encouragement, whilst maintaining eye contact with the pretty brunette. Becalmed, Effie smiled and quietly purred, "Rich, please, come and fetch me." Richard nodded before climbing up onto the balcony. Scooping Effie up into his arms, he instructed her to wrap herself around his shoulders and cling tightly to his chest. Resting her body between his shoulders so that her legs trailed over his right forearm and her hips rested on his left, Richard carefully climbed backwards onto the ladder. Ever so attentively, by taking one step at a time, he carried Effie back down to the safety of the garden once again.

Watching, Isla was confounded. Rather unexpectedly, Richard's actions had been really brave. Perhaps she had been too harsh on her sister's boyfriend recently. She had no real evidence that he was cheating on Molly, and her sister really seemed to disagree. Perhaps it was all in her imagination, perhaps there was absolutely nothing to see. Molly was right about Tiffany, she always argued with Richard, they could never work as a couple in a million years. Isla felt that she owed Richard an apology for being so conniving and so mean.

But then, with only four rungs of the ladder left to climb down, Effie affectionately kissed Richard on the cheek. Standing on the base of the ladder, Isla could see just how closely Effie hung on to his chest. Burrowing her face into his sternum, Effie was acting far too intimately. Suddenly, Isla realised that she had been mistaken from the very beginning. Richard was cheating on Molly, but with Effie, not Tiffany! How on earth had she missed this? How could she have been such a fool? All of a sudden, the past few weeks started to make sense. Ordinarily, Effie would have been mortified to have been caught half naked on the landing whilst a man walked up the stairs. But Effie, though blushing, had barely complained. Secondly, despite her normally chaste nature, Effie happily wore a bikini and flirted, as instructed, with him the next day. How she had confided in Isla about happy she was, despite being single, how she affectionately called him "Rich" and how she bristled whenever Isla said anything about him mean. Their flirting had been too genuine, too knowing, to just be make believe! The way Effie held eye contact with him and blushed as he watched her being gunged. The way she brushed her body up against his and squealed with delight whenever he received a messy punishment of his own. More gallingly, how she didn't draw back and flinch when he unknowingly caressed her breasts during the 'Guess Who' game. It all added up, Effie and Rich were a thing!

How could Effie, her best friend, betray her, by sleeping with her only sister's boyfriend? They had been inseparable, like sisters for almost twenty years. Effie never kept secrets from her and now she was openly being deceived. Her treachery was beyond doubt, judging by the way Richard squeezed her hand as he carefully lowered her to her feet. Brazenly, Effie refused to let go and whispered something sweetly into his ear. Isla looked towards Molly, surely, she too must have seen the pair's chemistry? She hoped not, it would destroy her, especially with it being so close to the end of her Catering Management course, which she had spent many long hard years trying to complete. Molly didn't deserve this, nobody did. But her sister was too busy talking blithely to Brooke, hopefully she was still unaware of Effie's deceit.

As Richard returned the ladder to the garage, Isla carefully studied her so called best friend. Her eyes, fixated on Richard, were filled with longing, desire and trust. Her body language was undeniable, she was sleeping with him; she must! Trying to control her temper, Isla marched up to her friend. "Isla what's the matter?" Effie asked, extremely confused. Before Effie knew what had hit her, Isla angrily pushed her backwards into the swimming pool. Disappearing under the surface of the cold water, Effie coughed and spluttered as she frantically gasped for air. Her hair slicked back and her dress bellowing around her waist, the brunette looked pathetic, which to Isla, was just the way it should be.

"What did you do that for?" rasped Brooke, for once standing up for the poor brunette. Clearly, Brooke hadn't noticed anything. Panicking for a moment, Isla considered whether she had got it all wrong, that perhaps Effie was innocent in every way. Effie, for instance, didn't seem to understand just why exactly she had been pushed in. Taking the decision to keep her suspicions to herself, Isla replied, "Well, for being such a rotten aim." As Brooke helped Effie out of the pool, Isla noticed a bucket of cold, slimy porridge. Picking it up, she swiftly upturned it over the shivering Effie's head, whilst chortling, "And this is for clumsily dropping my keys."

"Isla don't be such a jerk, sometimes, you can be ever so mean", Brooke retorted, rather hypocritically. "Yeah, I know", Isla snorted, before pushing Effie's face down into a strawberry cheesecake as Brooke watched on helplessly. Gleefully grinding Effie's cheeks into the cheesecake, Isla continued, "Gosh, it's so much fun, being mean!" Laughing, she then opened up the front of Effie's dress and slapped the remainder of the cheesecake over her developing chest.

"Isla, that's enough", Molly demanded, whilst pulling her younger sister away. Molly stared intently at her sister, her fierce eyes demanding that she apologise instantly. "Oh Effie, I'm so sorry, I just lost my temper, I don't know what came over me", Isla lied. "That's okay, I deserve it. What we just did to Brooke was pretty mean", gushed Effie. Isla threw out her arms and took a step forward. Hugging her best friend, she clasped her arms around her shoulders, before whispering, "Please forgive me." "Of course, I do silly", replied Effie, before Isla cheekily slapped her on her backside and tenderly caressed her cute rear. Kissing Effie on the cheek, with her arms still around the brunette, Isla took a few steps forward, before pushing Effie into the pool once again. "Oh Effie, do look where you're going, please stop being so ridiculously clumsy!"

Watching the young teen flounder in the water, Molly rolled the balcony window key between her fingers. The blonde had cunningly lied to her sister, for she'd found the key in the bushes almost instantly. Like Isla, she too had her suspicions, but unlike her sister, she was careful not to make her feeling's clear. Pretending not to notice Effie slip up and kiss Rich before her, Molly was already plotting her revenge. Unlike her sister, Molly was prepared to play the long game. An hour later, Molly decided to set her plans into motion and ring a casual friend. "Hi, Penny, it's Molly", she began. "Oh, hi Molly, how's things?" Penny responded. "Not too great to be honest. Look, you know that favour you promised? I'd like to cash it in", Molly replied. "Of course, what's up?" Penny asked. "You know how we were trying to catch out my cheating boyfriend at the Battlestar Galactica convention last week? Well I'm pretty sure I know who he's sleeping with", Molly explained. "Excellent", purred Penny, before asking, "Would you like me to wreak a messy revenge?" "Oh yes, but not on Richard. I'll just dump his ass. I'd like to humiliate that stupid girl he's sleeping with: it's Effie, my sister's best friend", Molly crowed quietly.

"Alright that can easily be arranged", Penny replied. "Are you certain it's her? I could never get close enough to Richard's mysterious companion at the convention, to ever clearly see her face." "Well, she just kissed Rich in front of everyone, and doesn't seem to have noticed, even with my sister pushing her into the pool in a blind rage", Molly continued. "Alright, don't do anything drastic. Don't dump Richard either yet. I'll organise a messy surprise for Effie backstage at 'Nemesis'. In the meantime, try to gather enough evidence to prove her guilt. Plus, control your sister, I don't want her to ruin all our hard work and give the game away", Penny warned. "Good point, I'll make sure Isla doesn't do anything stupid. How long do you need?" Molly asked, patiently. "No more than a week. I've built a fantastic new device that I can't wait to try out, but it still needs a bit of tweaking. One last thing. My sister Bonnie is having lunch at your parent's restaurant tomorrow. How about you give her a surprise messy welcoming in return?" Penny suggested. "Alright, I'll do my best" Molly responded. "My parents are out of town on business tomorrow, I'm actually going to be left in charge for a change!" "That's fantastic news, well done!" Penny congratulated her friend. "So, Molly, do we have a deal?" Laughing, Molly replied, "Oh yes, we do indeed!"