Walking home through town, after finishing her shift for the night as a waitress at her Auntie's Chinese restaurant, Feifei's interest was piqued by a sign outside the local comedy club. 'Hazel and Abigail's comedy slapstick spectacular', the placard announced, above a photo of a redheaded girl spraying seltzer water into the face of a bewitchingly pretty brunette. Usually the club was sold out, but tonight they seemed desperate for punters. Wearing a royal green, knee length qipao, the nineteen-year-old Feifei was feeling the cold, especially as every time she took a step forward, her legs burst through the slits of her expensive silk dress. Hence, after quickly pausing to reapply her dark red lipstick, the Chinese teenager decided to give the comedy show a try; besides, Feifei was secretly a fan of slapstick humour and the brunette in the photo looked exceedingly cute with water being sprayed against her cheeks, chin and forehead.

Once inside, the five-foot-four Feifei could see that the auditorium was barely a third full and she caught at least two of the bar staff yawning. Furthermore, most of the audience appeared not to be paying attention to the show and were too busy on their phone, drinking or flirting. Whilst nervously searching for somewhere inconspicuous to sit, as her figure hugging qipao usually drew her unwanted attention, Feifei bashfully bought a glass of Coca-Cola. Scanning the room, she shuddered at the thought of sitting near the table of inebriated men at the front, one of whom was already trying to catch her eye and invite her to come over. To her horror, she realised that she had caught the back of her qipao behind a bar stool and so had been flashing her left leg excessively.

Blushing, as she smoothed down the back of her dress, Feifei began to anxiously play with her shoulder length black hair and toyed with her white pearl earrings. Against her better judgement, she chose the table behind a solitary dark brunette, who was angrily muttering to herself, causing all the other punters to congregate on the other side of the bar away from her. Even the drunk flirt, who Feifei had accidentally flashed, seemed afraid of the brooding loner. Thus Feifei felt safe sat next to the mysterious recluse, for now, anyway. Settling down, Feifei noted that the dark brunette misanthrope was wearing extremely tight fitting yellow leggings and a beige faux fur bubble coat. She seemed hot and bothered and puzzlingly out of breath and really didn't appear to be enjoying the comedy show whatsoever. Wanting to remain by herself, she furiously snapped at another man who was trying to flirt with her. Furthermore, she snarled and gave side-eye at anybody who dared to laugh at any of the jokes made by the female comedians. Confused, Feifei couldn't work out why the recluse, if she hated the show so much, had even bothered to watch, let alone not given up and gone home yet.

Nursing her glass of Coca Cola, Feifei glanced upon the stage and observed that the redhead, Hazel, who had launched into a rambling monologue, seemed somehow oddly familiar. It was as if she was the younger sister, or cousin, of somebody Feifei had once known, but Feifei couldn't quite place her. Furthermore, Feifei was certain that she had also seen Abigail, the pretty brunette, order a takeaway at her Auntie's Chinese restaurant a number of times, perhaps she had even served her.

Indeed, Feifei swiftly realised that she and Abigail went to the same gym, with the pair both preferring cardio to weights, with Feifei usually sticking to the relative comfort of the exercise bike and Abbie to the treadmill. More importantly, Feifei recalled that she had had the good fortune to see the ravishingly graceful Abigail naked five times; twice in the changing rooms, twice in the showers and once even in the sauna! For one day, Abigail had seemingly lost a bet and had had to sit next to Feifei awkwardly for over five minutes, with the rules of the wager appearing to forbid her from covering herself up in the sauna whatsoever.

Being a lesbian, Feifei had, of course, been unable to resist having a peek at the brunette in all her perfect glory. Though Abigail had small, pert breasts she had an utterly gorgeous backside and not an ounce of fat upon her. Though she knew she shouldn't stare, Feifei couldn't tear her eyes away from Abigail's nubile naked body. Caught looking, Feifei had panicked and naively asked Abigail which salon she had got her French bikini wax from, making the last four minutes of Abigail's naked challenge unbearable for the pair of them.

Nevertheless, the next time Feifei had seen Abigail at the gym, there wasn't time to apologise for or address the previous awkwardness. For whilst she was getting changed, Abigail, in just her matching blue underwear, had gotten into a vicious argument with three other girls, accusing them of stealing her Star of David necklace. Vociferously denying the weighty accusation, one of the girls tipped a carton of milk over Abigail's head before another splattered a strawberry cheesecake against her forehead.

Feifei had wanted to help, but she was too afraid and timid to say anything. To make matters worse, the third girl, who had previously seemed not as threatening, pulled open the back of Abigail's panties and threw the Star of David into them. In retaliation, Abigail had threatened to make up a whole comedy routine poking fun at the three of them. In return, one of her assailants had told her that would be hard, as Abigail wasn't remotely funny. Nevertheless, the cowardly Feifei had not seen Abigail again since then, until now, and felt like she ought to apologise for her spinelessness.

Back in the comedy club, whilst once again staring at Abigail, Feifei saw the brunette return her gaze, before suddenly looking startled and losing her balance. This meant that Abigail missed her cue, ruining the punchline of Hazel's rambling, overlong joke, causing the redhead to throw up her arms in frustration. Feifei was taken aback, why was Abigail frightened of her? Yes, she had seen her naked, and that might bring back embarrassing memories, but surely that alone wasn't enough to make her stumble backwards. Had she mistaken her for somebody else? Did she think she was in cahoots with her three bullies? It just didn't make any sense whatsoever.

Keen to understand the cause of Abigail's distraction, the mumbling dark brunette on the table in front turned around and rolled her eyes at Feifei. In return, Feifei sputtered and spat out her coke in alarm and panic. It was the bully at the gym who had splattered the cheesecake into Abigail! Noting the dark brunette's gym bag, emblazoned with the name 'Ewa' and a badge of the Polish flag, Feifei realised that the unnerving, sinewy brunette almost lived at the gym, and could probably snap Feifei in half if she so wanted. Feifei no longer felt safe, but froze, unable to move, trapped by the sudden realisation that she had long harboured a secret crush on the self-same bully.

Indeed, the muscular, well-toned brunette would often lift weights with two stunningly blonde Russian twins who in comparison seemed to prefer dancing to any real gym work. For the two Russian twins, the gym was more of a social experience and an excuse to intimidate solitary women, like Feifei, into giving up gym equipment that Ewa didn't want to wait for. Attracted to strong, confident, unpredictable women, Feifei would often daydream and lose herself staring at the trio, whilst pretending to cycle on her exercise bike. One day, after catching Feifei looking at them, they snarled at her so aggressively that she immediately fell off her bike sideways.

Once Ewa turned back around, Feifei fell victim to old, bad habits and began to dreamily stare at the bully's shapely backside. Her yellow leggings left nothing to the imagination, as they clung tightly to her ample rear. Hopefully, Ewa wouldn't notice Feifei leering this time, and even if she did so, at least she didn't have her blonde Russian twins to support her.

Like most of the audience, Ewa did not seem at all impressed by Hazel and Abigail's comedy routine. Well, at least, none of their jokes were namechecking Ewa, like Abigail had previously threatened. To be fair, Feifei could see why the audience had mostly lost interest, for Hazel and Abigail were really struggling. Their bizarre jokes never seemed to make any sense and their meta punchlines were anticlimactic, sardonic and esoteric. Nevertheless, Feifei had to admit that Abigail, though clothed, looked even better than ever before, so that was at least something!

On stage, Abigail, with her thick, choppy brunette fringe, looked absolutely stunning. Wearing a royal blue, A-Line, Princess, Sweetheart, short, chiffon, Homecoming dress with a ruffle and beading sequins, the eighteen-year-old's Star of David necklace bounced off her emerging cleavage every time she enthusiastically told a punchline. Indeed, she had a man on the front table under her spell, who couldn't stop staring at her chest as she bounced and jiggled.

Sadly, however, her jokes failed to match her star appeal. Following an awkward pause, Abigail began, 'A man walked into work one day at 9am. He was very late. Indeed, his boss was furious. "You should have been here at 8:30!" his boss shouted. "Why?" the man asked, "What happened at 8:30?" Two men at the front table groaned, whilst a woman behind them furrowed her brow, as she tried and failed to work out the significance of the joke's punchline. After the groans subsided, five seconds of silence were only broken by Ewa scoffing in ironic delight before returning to her low, inscrutable murmuring. Panicking, Hazel, retrieved a bottle of seltzer water and sprayed it in the face of the unsuspecting Abigail. Immediately, the entire audience began laughing and cheering. Relieved to get their first real laugh of the evening, Hazel continued to spray the water, without mercy, at her poor best mate, who bravely, sensing the laughs, chose to not cover her face with her hands to protect her modesty.

Shorter, but with a larger cleavage than Abigail, Hazel, the eighteen-year-old redhead, was wearing a light blue, Priscilla jumpsuit which failed to illuminate her dainty pretty features in the same way that Abigail's dress made her irresistible. Feifei felt this was a pity, for she was certain that Hazel could look stunning given the right fashion advice and choice of outfits. But then again, perhaps it was a ploy to downplay her looks against Abigail, who instead received all the unwanted catcalls and shameful flirting. Encouraged by the audience's reaction, Hazel changed tack and began to spray the seltzer water at Abigail's cleavage, causing even greater cheers to erupt from the table of men at the front and of course from Ewa.

Once Hazel's bottle had finally emptied, undeterred, Abigail, wiped her soggy fringe from her face and tried once again to make the audience chortle. 'Two men went out for a walk, when suddenly it began to rain. "Quick," said one, "Open your umbrella." "It won't help," said his friend, "My umbrella is full of holes." "Then why did you bring it?" "I didn't think it would rain!" Feifei was confused, she didn't understand this joke at all; how was it supposed to be funny? Clearly, the rest of the audience agreed with Feifei. Ewa even began to heckle Abigail, shouting, 'Jokes are supposed to make us laugh, not groan, idiot!' Trying to turn the restless atmosphere around, Hazel slapped a yellow cream pie into Abigail's face, keeping the pie tin glued to Abigail's nose for over five seconds. Then, after glancing back towards the audience for approval, Hazel rubbed the pie tin up and down over Abigail's chin and forehead. To Hazel's relief, the entire auditorium, minus Abigail, laughed at the pretty brunette's misfortune. Indeed, in truth, Ewa and Feifei cheered loudest out of everyone.

Not admitting defeat, Abigail, wiped cream from her cheeks and gallantly tried one final time. 'A girl asks her dad, "Daddy may I have twenty dollars? Her dad replies, "Fifteen dollars? What in the world do you need ten dollars for?" Unimpressed, Ewa began to take things far too far. 'Rubbish, get off the stage. Can't you see, nobody's laughing?', she shouted, drawing unimpressed, awkward glances from the rest of the audience. Plucking up the courage, Hazel chided, 'I beg to differ', before emptying an entire bucket of custard over poor Abigail's exquisite hairline. To Ewa's displeasure, the whole crowd cheered, completely won over by Abigail's gungy locks and Hazel's irrepressible charm and spirit.

Feeling the pressure, the bullying heckler refused to give up. 'They're laughing at you, not with you Hazel. Both of you, you're just not funny', Ewa remarked, stubbornly. Suddenly, a grin spread across Hazel's face. 'Fine, Ewa, come up on stage and tell us your best joke then. Prove to everyone that you are funnier than we are.' Ewa paused, unwilling and too unsure of herself to accept the challenge. The usually confident nineteen-year-old girl turned deathly pale. She had been backed into a corner and caught off guard. How could she escape this? Unfortunately for the bully, Feifei crept up from behind and pushed Ewa's chair slightly forwards. Ewa was now within reach of Hazel who pulled her up onto stage, with the help of the table of drunk men besides her.

Once up on stage, Ewa snarled at Feifei, who was certain that the Polish girl had finally recognised her. 'Goodness, you must be boiling in that coat Ewa, let me help you take it off', Hazel exclaimed before pulling the faux fur bubble coat off the Pole and throwing it over Feifei. Blinded, Feifei was confused by the wolf whistles that began as soon as Feifei's world turned to darkness. But, upon pulling the faux fur bubble coat off her head, she swiftly understood why the men in the audience were cheering. For underneath her coat, Ewa had only been wearing a yellow sports bra and her large cleavage was simply stunning.

Abigail, meanwhile, attempted to surreptitiously fish custard out of the neckline of her dress, but leaning forward, simply gave Feifei and the table of men next to her an eyeful of her own cleavage. Blushing, Abigail curtsied before pulling back a tarpaulin which had been covering a hidden bath beneath it. To Feifei's astonishment, the bath was filled, three quarters full, with baked beans, causing the Chinese girl to reel in horror. Glancing to her left, Ewa was equally horrified. Muscular and athletic, Ewa tried to rush off stage, only for Hazel to miraculously hold her back by her bra strap. Clearly wanting to humiliate her old adversary, Hazel seemingly conjured up super strength to keep Ewa in her crossfire. Smirking, Hazel began, 'Go on then, tell a joke', before adding, 'No scrub that. Why don't we all tell a joke? Whoever gets the least amount of laughs hops into the bath as a punishment?'

Ewa was increasingly uncomfortable on stage, her earlier bravado had now completely vanished. She sensed that everyone was looking at her breasts, particularly Feifei who seemed irretrievably entranced by them. Furthermore, Feifei couldn't help but notice that Ewa had an exceedingly impressive six pack. Feifei was looking forward to Ewa's humiliation, a combination of a pretty, yet muscular girl and slapstick humour was everything that Feifei had ever dreamed of. Plus, if anyone ever deserved their comeuppance, it was surely Ewa.

Nevertheless, to Ewa's credit, she still mentioned to summon up a decent joke out of nowhere. 'One day, my father told me, I've been married for 34 years, and I'm still in love with the same woman. If my wife ever finds out, I'll be in big, big trouble!' she sputtered, nervously, almost forgetting to emphasize the punchline. To Eva's great relief, there were a few titters around the audience, more than any of Abigail's jokes had yet received all night anyhow.

Though she was worried for Abigail, Hazel, meanwhile was confident that she herself would get the biggest laugh of the competition. Nevertheless, Hazel chose to take a risk and began an unnecessarily long, rambling joke, with a risky punchline. 'One day, a girl becomes president and says to her mother, "You've got to come to the inauguration, Mom." The mother says, "All right, I'll go, I'll go. But what am I going to wear? It's so cold. Why did you have to become president? What kind of job is that? You'll have nothing but trouble." But the mother goes to the inauguration, and as her daughter is being sworn in, she turns to the senator next to her and says, "You see that girl up there? Her brother's a doctor." Though the joke itself, relied upon the caustic punchline, there was indeed laughter almost all the way through Hazel's routine. For as she told her joke, Hazel enveloped Abigail's head in a humongous cream pie sandwich. Then, without allowing Abigail to clear cream from her eyes, she emptied two buckets of custard over her best friend's dainty forehead. Feifei marvelled as she watched the custard seep down under the neckline of Abigail's dress and over the contours of her cleavage, causing the brunette to shiver, quiver and wriggle.

Even laughing herself, Ewa saw that Abigail's strapless royal blue dress was beginning to struggle to stay up, so she sneakily loosened the zipper on the back, whilst Hazel soaked up the applause of the audience. Unaware of Ewa's deception, her face still submerged in custard, Abigail began her own joke, hoping to finally draw a laugh from the unforgiving punters. 'A grandmother and her grandson are at the beach. They're playing near the shore. Suddenly a giant wave comes and sweeps the boy out to sea. The grandmother is beside herself with grief. She drops to her knees and implores God to return her grandson. Suddenly, a giant wave comes and returns him to the shore, unharmed. The grandmother embraces him and thanks God over and over. Then she pauses, looks up and says to God, "But where's his little hat?"

As poor Abigail finished her joke, the expected chortles never materialised. Feifei, personally, felt that the joke was unnecessarily risky to involve religion and its subject matter far, far too dark and inappropriate for comedy. Likewise panicking, Hazel opened up the neckline of Abigail's dress and poured a bucket of custard over Abigail's breasts as they peeked out from under her homecoming dress, much to the delight Feifei and Ewa. Suddenly, Abigail's dress gave way under the deluge of custard and slid down, exposing her breasts to the audience. Immediately, the entire auditorium began riotously laughing, including Hazel, who took too long to recognise Abigail's helpless predicament.

Regaining her senses, Hazel finally tried to protect Abigail's modesty by slapping two cream pies over her best friend's breasts, but that plan didn't work as the pie tins swiftly slid back down afterwards. Abigail's boobs were now covered in both custard and cream and were still fully exposed to the everyone present. Feifei, meanwhile, embarrassed herself by laughing far, far too loud at poor Abigail's misfortune. Indeed, Feifei laughed so loud it was hard to tell if anyone else was laughing inside the entire auditorium. A lesbian, Feifei couldn't help but be turned on by the unfortunate Abigail's wardrobe malfunction, but she had drawn far too much attention to herself and was now receiving unimpressed looks from some of the other women in the audience.

Poor Abigail, meanwhile, struggled to pull up her dress, but it was still unzipped at the back, so it immediately slid back down again. Pausing for a moment, before helping her friend, Hazel smirked. 'I guess that means you lose Ewa. So, hop in, and don't be a sore loser.' Ewa was horrified, but before she could protest, Hazel had pushed her forwards. Ill prepared, Ewa landed face first into the vat of baked beans, which oozed all over her breasts which were barely protected at all by her sports bra. Her bum in the air, Ewa was unable to right herself before Hazel removed both her shoes and tossed them into the audience.

Horrified, Ewa struggled to sit back up, just as Hazel emptied another bucket of baked beans over her forehead. Enjoying her power, Hazel then pushed Ewa's head back under the surface of the baked beans before emptying a second bucket over Ewa's ponytail as the Polish girl leant forward, trying, and failing, to escape the deluge that swiftly followed.

Abigail, meanwhile, leant forwards to empty a bucket of baked beans over Ewa's breasts and shredded stomach. But, no sooner as she had done so, Ewa pulled the unlucky Abigail into the bath besides her. Sensing the opportunity, Ewa pushed Abigail's head under the surface of the baked beans and lifted up the skirt of her dress, exposing her light blue thong and svelte butt cheeks. Then, whilst Ewa gave Abigail's backside a slap, instead of trying to help her friend, Hazel simply flicked off her heels, preventing them from getting covered in viscid condiment. Hazel felt bad for betraying her best friend, but her humiliation was clearly what the audience wanted. Besides, it was her own fault for leaning to close to Ewa. Thus, it was Abigail's turn to feel the baked beans ooze down under her dress and seep inside the front of her thong whilst being smacked by an ecstatic Ewa.

Once Abigail righted herself, she shivered as she felt the baked beans trickle between her toes before Hazel emptied another bucket of baked beans over her head to the crowd's immense enjoyment. Feeling a sense of dread, Abigail grasped for her Star of David and breathed a sigh of relief to find it still attached around her neck, albeit smothered in tomato sauce unfortunately.

Taking stock of the situation, Hazel whispered to Abigail, 'If you want this to stop, just say our safe word, 'curtains'.' Sadly, Abigail's ears were so clogged up with baked beans that she could barely even hear her. Receiving no reply, Hazel shrugged her shoulders and jumped out of the range of Ewa who tried to pull her into the bath with them. Composing herself, Hazel turned to the crowd and announced, 'Oh dear, it looks like I'm going to need a volunteer. I'm going to need help if I'm going to empty all my remaining buckets. You sweetie, why don't you join me?' Hazel implored at Feifei, who was caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. Before Feifei knew what was happening, she too had been pushed up on stage and been handed a bucket of custard. But, before she could pour it over anyone, Hazel urged Feifei to introduce herself to the audience.

Gulping, the teenager began, 'My name's Feifei, I'm nineteen and I'm a student at the local Arts College, where I specialise in film work and photography. I also work at the local Chinese restaurant in town and I love to cook and cycle. I like swimming and love sunbathing and my dream job is to be a film director. I enjoy dressing up in both traditional and modern Chinese clothes and my silk dress, which is called a qipao, will be an absolute nightmare to clean if I spill any custard over it.' Cheekily, Hazel slapped Feifei on the bum, declaring, 'My goodness, you're right, your dress is absolutely gorgeous. It would be such a shame if you were to get it a little messy. Fortunately for you, your bucket of custard is destined for one of the two lovely ladies in the bath, so take your pick and let her have it!'

Much to Abigail's unrestrained delight, Feifei chose to empty her bucket over the disgruntled Ewa, who scrunched up her nose and snarled at her latest humiliation. But then, to even things up, Hazel emptied another bucket of custard over Abigail. With Feifei focusing on Ewa and Hazel on Abigail, the two girls in the bath each received buckets of mayonnaise, ranch dressing, mustard and tartare sauce, making them completely unrecognisable and undistinguishable from one another. They looked like beasts from the swamp and smelled absolutely rotten. Abigail particularly took issue with the mustard as it squelched down inside her thong and over her labia. Her hands covered in mayonnaise, Ewa's grip on Abigail unsurprisingly loosened. Thus, the Polish girl grasped blindly at the brunette again and slipped her hands inside Abigail's dress and over her small, pert bosom. Grasping wildly, Ewa clasped her hands over each of Abigail's breasts and playfully tickled and massaged them. Extremely ticklish, Abigail gasped out loud and accidentally thrust her backside up against Ewa's torso. Then, with her own sports bra starting to become loose, to hide any mishap, Ewa held Abigail tightly to her body. With Abigail now effectively sitting on Ewa's lap, it was impossible to tell where one of them began and the other one ended. But, being at the front, Abigail arguably received a greater proportion of the mess and Ewa, to her relief, was at least mostly hidden from the ensuing videos and photographs taken by the audience.

Whilst Hazel retrieved the final two buckets, Ewa took the opportunity to unzip Abigails' dress once again and safely readjust her own sports bra. If Abigail knew that she had the chance to wriggle free, the teenager would surely have taken it. But sputtering as she accidentally swallowed a disgusting mouthful of mustard, mixed with tartare sauce, she took the opportunity to readjust her own thong rather than turn the tables on Ewa.

Once she herself was secure, Ewa locked eyes with Feifei. Subtly, with the flick of her head, Ewa indicated how she wanted Feifei to help her. Unable to resist the temptation, Feifei acquiesced and emptied her bucket of guacamole over Abigail at the exact same time as Hazel. Thus, Abigail's dress didn't stand a chance and came away a second time. But, with her arms restrained, Abigail was no match for the more muscular Ewa and so was unable to break free or cover herself, as guacamole slid down over her bosom. Aghast, Hazel asked for a woman in the audience to throw Ewa's faux fur bubble coat back over Abigail. Horrified, all Ewa could think about was how she was going to clean her baked bean stained coat, allowing Abigail to elbow her in the chest and wriggle free before clasping the dress to her chest and throwing the coat back over Ewa.

Ashamed of her role in Abigail's latest humiliation, Feifei tried to slink off stage and make her escape from the comedy club before she could receive her comeuppance. Hopefully Ewa would take all the blame and no one would realise that Feifei had done it on purpose. But before Feifei could run away, Hazel pulled back the curtain at the rear of the stage, revealing a giant gunge tank. 'How about we say a little thank you to our guest by giving her a well-deserved present?' Hazel asked the audience. Feifei was horrified, yet helpless, as Hazel pushed her inside the tank. Feifei was at least allowed to take off her shoes, but after being given the option, she wisely chose to keep her dress on.

Ewa meanwhile pushed off her ruined coat and refused to help Abigail zip up her dress, meaning that the brunette had no choice but to stay in the bath until somebody dared to help her. But, with everyone still utterly scared of Eva, who was far more dangerous now she had been humbled, no one in the audience chose to save poor Abigail.

Inside the tank, a petrified Feifei gulped as the slit on her knee length qipao gave the audience a great view of her svelte legs, which Eva, in particular seemed to be entranced by. Suddenly, it struck Feifei that Ewa must also be a lesbian. No wonder that she had been able to fondle Abigail's breasts so intently. Feeling desperate, Feifei squealed, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, please forgive me, it was a mistake. It won't ever happen again, I promise. My dress will be ruined. Please, please don't gunge me!' For though Feifei loved slapstick humour, she had never herself ever gotten messy before and was afraid, given Abigail's predicament, what exactly might befall her.

Feifei was right to be worried for Hazel simply shook her head. 'Sorry Feifei, no can do. I don't think you've learnt your lesson yet, have you?', before pulling the lever besides the gunge tank. Suddenly, fifteen litres of red gunge came crashing down, engulfing Feifei for over twenty seconds. Without restraint, the rouge slime covered every last inch of her sylphlike body. Sliding down under her dress, Feifei felt the freezing red liquid seep inside her thong and bra causing her to flinch and wriggle. Shivering, once her ordeal was over, Feifei was caught off guard, once more, as Hazel began splurging purple gunge, via a water pistol, over Feifei's front, before slapping three custard pies into her face, one after another.

With Abigail still struggling with her dress, Ewa jumped up out of the bath before immediately falling to the floor as her slimy feet lost grip and she slid over on the hard surface of the stage beneath her.
As Feifei climbed out of the gunge tank, she tried once more to make her escape, only for Ewa to take her by the arm and spin her around so that her back faced the audience. Ewa then hoicked up the back of Feifei's qipao, exposing her thong and butt cheeks to the crowd, who were loudly cheering every moment. Ewa was extremely strong, Feifei couldn't escape her grip whatsoever. Giving up, as her semi-naked ordeal extended over ten seconds, Feifei had to admit that she deserved her humiliating fate, after knowingly helping to expose Abigail's breasts to the punters. Hazel, meanwhile, slapped two custard pies on Feifei's rear end, causing the shocked Chinese girl to lose her footing.

But poor Feifei's ordeal was not yet complete, for she soon found herself nudged towards the baked bean bath for one final inglorious punishment. Not wanting to be pushed in, headfirst, Feifei voluntarily sat in behind Abigail. Gamely Feifei tried to do up the zipper of the brunette's dress, before they were both caught off guard by separate buckets of baked beans thrown over the pair of them. Three further buckets soon followed as Feifei felt the baked beans pool around her crotch, which Abigail also accidentally touched after trying to right herself after slipping backwards. In return, Feifei poked Abigail's backside with her bare toes before Hazel gave Abigail a pie sandwich. After Ewa also enveloped Feifei's face in cream pie, Hazel announced the end of the show and pushed Ewa back into the bath on top of Feifei and Abigail. Bowing to the crowd, Hazel soaked up the cheers and acclaim of the audience.

Ten minutes later, back in the safety of their dressing room, Hazel helped the shivering Abigail out of what remained of her dress. Deeply frustrated, Abigail, slid her soiled thong down her legs. 'Why did you invite Ewa up on stage? Surely you knew something like this might happen.' Keeping her back to Hazel, the nude teenager continued, 'I don't know how our career is ever going to recover. Before you started pieing me, nobody laughed whatsoever. Even Ewa's joke got a better reaction. She's right, I really am just not funny. I'll always be known as the dull and boring topless girl with a fetish for baked beans and custard.' Interrupting her friend, Hazel spanked her on the bottom. Then after twirling Abigail around, Hazel looked her naked best friend up and down and flicked a baked bean out of Abigail's navel. Then, out of nowhere, Hazel sprayed Abigail in the face with a bottle of seltzer water.

After spraying Abigail for over fifteen seconds, Hazel replied, 'On the contrary, just you wait. We've already been signed up for next week. Without a doubt, after tonight, I guarantee, we'll fill out the auditorium with ease now. Obviously, we'll have to come up with better jokes, but the slapstick routine knocked it out the park. Of course, it might be tricky to get Ewa to return and we can't always rely on you getting your kit off. You'll have to get messy again, of course, but if you could persuade another pretty victim to take your place, I'm sure the audience would love it. Obviously, I would volunteer myself, but the crowd made it very clear that they loved seeing you get splattered with pies whilst I remained absolutely spotless. Why should we fiddle with a winning formula?' Then, to reassert her point, Hazel sprayed the seltzer water at Abigail's breasts before switching up again and spraying her on the forehead.

In response, Abigail tried to hug her best friend, but Hazel foresaw her act of affection and jumped safely backwards. Then, cheekily, with the handle of a brush, Hazel poked and prodded Abigail towards the bathroom. Squelching, as she stepped into the shower, Abigail sighed, 'I hope so, though I hope they don't get disappointed if I don't strip off again and ask for their money back.' Grinning, Hazel suggested, 'Perhaps you could switch things up and show them your bum next time, I know that they'd love it.'

Turning on the shower, Abigail continued, 'At least Ewa got what she deserved, even if she got me back tenfold.' Beaming, Hazel then watched her best friend soak herself up under the shower. As a trainee masseuse, Hazel had seen Abigail naked many times, as the brunette allowed her to practise her massage skills upon her. But no matter how many times she saw Abigail in the nude, she always looked angelic and delightful.

Getting lost in her thoughts, Hazel asked, 'Do you think we were too harsh on Feifei by allowing Ewa to reveal her bum to the audience? She seemed completely shocked and overawed by what happened to her.' Unrepentant, Abigail replied, 'Not at all, she got what she deserved. As you said, she seemed in cahoots with Ewa from the start, she knew what she was doing.'

Abigail then paused, to rub shower gel between her legs and over her svelte thighs, fully in the knowledge that Hazel was intently watching her. Continuing, Abigail added, 'I swear I've seen Feifei before. Not just at the gym, or the Chinese takeaway, but somewhere else, I just can't place it, right at this minute. But I tell you, she's trouble, we should stay away from her from now on, especially if she is really friends with Ewa.' Scoffing, Hazel retorted, 'Me afraid of Feifei? Not a chance! She couldn't hurt a fly. Without Ewa's help and undue influence, she seemed so timid and shy, she's just easily led, like you are. I think you're just imagining things, you must have swallowed too much custard!'

Scratching her backside, Abigail tried to disagree, only for Hazel to talk over her. 'Despite what she did, I feel like we still do owe Feifei an apology. By lifting up her skirt, I fear we went too far. I didn't realise that she was wearing a thong, perhaps it would have been alright if she had instead been wearing panties. Maybe, I could offer to give her a free massage to say sorry? How about we accidentally bump into her at the Chinese restaurant tomorrow evening? I'll pay for us both, if you like, I do owe you one!' Replying, Abigail sighed, 'Alright, alright, you know how much I love Chinese, I can't say no to a free meal. But look, don't say that I didn't warn you. Ewa's type of evil is predictable, but the chaos and mayhem that follows Feifei is frankly terrifying. You should have been in there with me when I had my naked sauna. She was ever so creepy, I thought I might be about to get abducted! But still, I'll agree to this, if you give me another free massage. I have a sore neck after all the pies you threw at me!'

Abigail paused once more to rub shower gel into her chest and arms. 'Hey, tonight's show was filmed, wasn't it? That mysterious benefactor of yours won't load it up onto the internet will she? Hopefully, the bouncers got all the creepy men in the crowd to delete their videos of my breasts on their phones, so I'd hate for my boobs to become famous because of a video that you filmed, instead of some random stranger.'

In reply, Hazel shook her head. 'No absolutely not. Our contract entitles us to millions, if she ever leaks anything. But look, I usually make contact via a go between, so I can check in with her the next time I see her.' Somewhat placated, Abigail washed the shower gel off her breasts and backside before squirting shampoo over her hairdo. Far more cheerful, Abigail remarked, 'Good, though, I would sleep easier if I knew who our benefactor or your go between were; why is it all so secretive? How come you get to know and I don't'? I'm dying to know who has videos of me naked. Gosh, it's not somebody I know is it? Please, don't tell me that it's Ewa!' Laughing, Hazel replied, 'Don't be silly, of course it is not Ewa. Look, our benefactor wants as few people as possible to know her real identify. It's safer for you to be kept in the dark, in case anything sinister ever does happen. Not that it will of course, and no it isn't Feifei either!'

With her back to Hazel, Abigail gingerly turned off the shower and slowly turned around. Suddenly, Hazel slapped a cream pie into her naked best friend's face and threw a bucket of custard over her breasts and crotch. Exclaiming, 'Surprise!' Hazel then splatted a final cream pie onto Abigail's forehead. Sighing, Abigail turned the shower back on again and laughed at her own misfortune. Cheekily, Hazel enquired, 'Hey, do you mind if I film you in the shower? Our client has told me that she will pay us dearly for any nude scenes; I think she secretly fancies you!'

Shrugging her shoulders, Abigail sighed, 'I guess so, half the town have already seen my breasts by now after all, haven't they! Plus, she already has that video of you tickling me naked doesn't she, so it's easy money. If this helps fund our comedy routine until we make it big, I'm honestly game for it.
Of course, promise me that it will never fall into the wrong hands, I'd hate for Ewa to ever find out about our secret fetish videos. But why is it always me that has to get their kit off? When is it going to be your turn Hazel?' 'Never silly, because, as you know, you're far prettier than I am. Besides, apparently our client prefers brunettes, so don't you go dying your hair Abi!' Hazel replied cheekily. Grinning, Hazel whipped out her phone and directed, 'Wiggle your hips now Abi, and touch yourself a little if you like, yes, yes, keep doing that, you're awesome.' Hazel then pressed record and zoomed in on Abigail's glorious crotch as she danced and sang in the shower.

Meanwhile, in the spare changing room opposite, Feifei was extremely glad to get first dibs on the shower. Her back to the door, as she rubbed shower gel over her breasts, the naked teenager was surprised by Ewa booming, 'We're not even yet you realise.' Still wearing her stained, soggy yellow gym clothes and her hair completely covered in baked beans, Ewa barked, 'I was going to win that challenge until you laughed, it's your fault I got humiliated. So don't think that we're even just because I hoicked up your skirt and showed everyone your backside, you still owe me one Feifei.'

Pausing, Ewa looked Feifei up and down. Impressed by the Chinese girl's figure, Ewa mused, 'You do have a nice bum though, I'll give you that.' Highly embarrassed, Feifei turned around and tried to cover her breasts and crotch as the shower continued to pound down over her fringe. But Feifei's feeble gesture just caused Ewa to chortle. Slightly startled, Feifei bit down on her bottom lip before accidentally staring straight into Ewa's bewitching eyes and instantly becoming enchanted.

Returning her gaze, Ewa then greedily glanced up and down over Feifei's nubile naked body. The Polish girl then slowly removed Feifei's arms from her breasts and crotch without any real resistance. Completely naked and exposed, Feifei stood as still as a statue, purely for Ewa's pleasure and desire. Fortunately for Feifei, her naked body seemed to calm Ewa right down and she was now no longer frightening.

Sighing, Ewa apologised. 'Don't mind me, I just get so easily wound up and frustrated sometimes. Hazel and Abigail are just the worst, they wind me up on purpose. They might play all innocent, but they really are conniving and always up to something. They make my life hell in ways that I can't even begin to describe, you just have to trust me. Sometimes, I might seem harsh, but I just give them what they deserve, I'm not really a bully, honestly. But, enough about them, Feifei, I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're absolutely gorgeous darling.'

Then without warning, Ewa stepped forwards and kissed Feifei on the lips, pressing her larger chest against the Chinese girl's bare breasts, who stood there confused and startled. Feifei was befuddled, she hoped that she wasn't being gaslighted. She wanted to trust and believe Ewa, even if the dark brunette had seemed the aggressor most of the evening. Feifei was so taken in by Ewa's beauty and tender touch, that she would now believe anything that Ewa told her. Filled with lust and desire, Feifei was prepared to give herself to Ewa completely.

Sensing that Feifei didn't disengage, Ewa kept their lips entwined for just over ten seconds. After finally pulling backwards, Ewa exclaimed, 'I knew it, I knew it! You enjoyed that didn't you? I could tell that you liked girls just by the way you looked at Abigail. When her dress fell down it was exquisite, wasn't it? Besides, I couldn't help but notice that you spent all evening looking at my backside, especially when you were sat behind me.'

Ewa then kissed Feifei on the lips once again and cupped her left breast in her right palm. Sensing that things were moving rather quickly, Ewa exclaimed, 'Tell me if I'm moving too fast, or if you truly don't want this. I don't mean to be greedy, but it's been a while since I've been with a girl who I truly like and who, I think, really likes me. In truth, I've seen you around at the gym, quite a few times now. But my mates think you're rather lame, so to my shame I never even dared speak to you.'

Ewa then twirled Feifei back around. Grasping over her shoulders, Ewa began to massage and play with Feifei's breasts before kissing her on the neck and pressing her waist against Feifei's backside.
Feifei blushed. Why wasn't she pulling away? Why was she allowing Ewa to kiss and fondle her, when they had never even spoken to each other before this evening? But Feifei was filled with lust and desire. Ewa was her ideal girl and drove her absolutely wild. Feifei longed to be kissed and caressed and play the submissive to a muscular femme, even if Ewa scared her, sometimes.

Taking a risk, Ewa's right arm left Feifei's breast and began to travel down her body to her crotch. Lightly, she began to tease and caress Feifei's labia, until the teenager began to wail with desire. Feifei didn't care that Ewa was untrustworthy or sometimes rather unpleasant. Feifei felt, that given time, she could hope to tame Ewa. Furthermore, Ewa was right, there was something off about Hazel and Abigail.

After stroking and pleasuring Feifei for over five minutes, Ewa reasserted her dominance and playful cruelty by lifting up the shower head and spraying Feifei directly in the face for over thirty seconds. Initially startled, Feifei embraced her submissive nature and took her deluge in her stride and enjoyed it. Lowering the shower head's aim to Feifei's crotch, Ewa then carefully leant forward to kiss Feifei on the lips once more before aiming the spray at her breasts and marvelling, 'Lucky for you, I always carry two sets of spare clothes in my gym bag. I'm probably a size or two bigger than you, but my tracksuit bottoms should fit you alright, hopefully.'

After kissing Feifei again, Ewa returned the shower head up above Feifei. 'In return, for the clothes, can I ask you a tiny favour? You said that you worked at the Chinese in town? My friend Milana has an important meeting with a top secret client tomorrow. Ideally, Milana wants to meet her at a restaurant, and I believe that her client is a fan of Chinese, so could you squeeze them in tomorrow evening? Furthermore, Milana's client won't want to use the front door in case she gets spotted. Could you let them in through the back entrance? She has many enemies apparently, according to Milana.'

Feifei couldn't shake the feeling that she was being used or that Ewa wasn't being totally honest. But she knew that there were spare tables tomorrow evening, so she was hardly going to turn away a customer. Sighing, Feifei decided to fully trust Ewa. Her concerns were just her imagination running wild. Perhaps, she had swallowed too much custard! Thus, Feifei nodded in agreement and leant forwards to kiss Ewa on the lips, whilst wrapping her arms around the dark brunette's shoulders. Taking a risk, Feifei then reached down to take off Ewa's sport bra. But Ewa resisted and broke free, having achieved what she apparently wanted. Feifei was hurt and confused but chose to ignore the warning signs and Ewa's manipulative behaviour. Ewa definitely liked her, without a doubt. There was definitely chemistry between them. But just what were Ewa's real motives? Nevertheless, the grinning Ewa announced, 'Sorry Feifei, I'm in a rush, my lift has just arrived and I can have a shower at home anyhow, I don't want to rush you. Now if you can just give me your number, I can pass it onto Milana, and maybe the two of us could hook up again sometime in the future.'