The music was pumping, the crowd was cheering, and the rave was in full swing. Sure, there may not have been a cover charge and due to licensing it was BYOB but the fundraiser was yours truly. GG, the videogame club I belonged to, was trying to raise money for club expenses. That meant some new HD TVs, a few of the latest consoles, and of course, some banging build it yourself gaming PCs. PC master race FTW.

Anywho, the music and warehouse for the rave were just to get people in the door. The goal was to try and get me into the 150 gallons (about 570 liters) of ice-cold water. Why would anyone want to dunk pretty little me? Because of testosterone and female cattiness. Let's be honest, I was one of three girls in GG, fundraising was decided democratically, we never stood a chance.

And that's why I'm up here, wearing a flimsy white t-shirt and matching loose skirt, which at this point is barely covering my thighs. Under that is a cheeky bikini like the one shown.

I suppose the only consolation was that I wasn't the only girl. Mari Otaka, another girl in the computer club, and my roommate were somewhere wearing a matching outfit. Eagerly awaiting her time to shine Literally. Because of the water and its light-reflecting properties. I showed up to the tank on time so that meant I was first. I really didn't mind. I've always liked the idea of getting wet and messy. Those TV shows where kids would play games and get slimed and pied always made me wet as a teenager. It was always just something I put in the back of my mind and never acted on. Until today when I was forced to get very soggy very fast.

The plan was to have myself and Mari be first and drum up the crowd. We would then take anyone who wanted to volunteer. Participants would pay a dollar per throw to try and dunk us. I'd only been on for five minutes and already had 50 failed attempts. It looked to be a while before I would get wet. That was until someone I recognized from the football team showed up and slapped a ten on the table. I was in for a wet and wild ride.

Sure enough, his first throw was hard and true, sending me into the icy depths of the water. I could feel the water push up my skirt and t-shirts, giving only a momentary glance at my swimsuit bottoms. Instinctively, my hands smoothed down the sopping cotton. When I surfaced, I shrieked. "This is like five times colder than you said!" I looked down and confirm what I felt. The almost translucent shirt and green bikini top did very little to hide my growing nipples. I just received a mild shrug from Ben, the one running the tank. I barely sat down before the football player made another bullseye. sending me into the chilly depths. This time i did nothing to cover myself as the outer layer of fabric appeared weightless through the viewing window. Why not give them a show, the cotton was doing nothing to cover me anyway.
I barely had time to get back on the plank for the third time before I was plunged into the icy tank. Following my third soaking, the football player did not let me get back onto the bench. I was bent over, my rear showing to the crowd when the fourth bullseye sent me into the water. I could feel my bum against the glass pressing up the material of my cheeky bikini bottoms giving everyone more of a glimpse of my round rump than the bikini bottoms originally intended. I turned so I can pull the wedgie out of my crack. I got a reprieve as he footballer missed the next three tosses. His arm must have been getting tired. The final throw was true and once again, I went underwater.

The music went silent before I got a chance to get back up. "Hey everyone, we're doing a fairly good job, but let's face it, we're fifteen minutes in and we only have sixty bucks. So, we've got a plan to makes some more money, and some additional options for you guys to have some fun!" I barely made out Ben turning on something that elicited an uproar. "In the meantime, how about some people buy this girl a few drinks for being such a good sport. You can line up behind the tank and give our pour Jema some booze." Apparently some people knew of this beforehand, because upon looking behind me, there were already three people in line with red cups full alcohol.

I bent my head back without being asked and opened wide. The first cold beverage, for the most part, went down my mouth but some of the beer did hit my breasts. I did not get a chance to swallow all of the first beer before the next one was poured down my gullet. Most of this one hit my hair, apparently, this person didn't have a good aim. A somewhat cute brunet girl intentionally poured her cup over my chest, the smell of the drink wafted on my tits. I felt the back of my skirt and bathing suit pull away exposing a large portion of my butt. The strong smell of pineapple and coconut burst through the hops. The very cold contents of a pina colada spread over my behind. Several more drinks followed, some of which actually made it in my mouth. I was beginning to get a little tipsy.

A few people dunked me and washed most of the alcohol off. This didn't do much since most of the beverages were already mixed with the water of the pool. "Alright everyone," Ben yelled, "time to start the real fun. You guys have seen the sign so come on, let's get this party started and get this girl MESSY!"

"Wait, Ben what?" Without warning a pie was slammed into my face, that was a unique feeling, unlike the water, this pie made me feel excited. And all the eyes looking my way definitely had an amplifying effect. Another pie slammed against my chest. After four or five more, covering me all over, someone dunked me again. The water cleaned off most of the mess that had accumulated on my clothes. The once clean water was now dirtied by drinks and pies. I looked up to make my way back on the plank, however, my face was greeted thick green slime. It only stuck to my shirt just above my breasts, as the rest of my body was below the water. I could see where this was going, from what little I could hear of Ben, the slime cost twenty-five dollars. I felt another bucket of slime slither inside my shirt and caress my cleavage, sending shivers up and down my body. It may have been the booze, or maybe something deep inside, but the water was not the only thing making my bikini bottoms wet.

A girl stepped up to the table and tossed a ball, dunking me and cleaning off some of the slime. This same girl, with a conniving smile, looked at Ben. "Those clothes aren't doing much, what if I said I'd give you fifty dollars if she takes that shirt off?" Ben looks at me, and from the water, I just shrugged. It really wasn't doing much.

"You've got a deal, but here's how it works, you pay the 50 for a chance. Sink her again and she loses the shirt." I took my place on the seat as I had done so many times this night, flicks of slime and pie still clinging to my clothes and body. The redhead checked her distance and let the ball fly. Sure enough, this girl threw accurately and I went down yet again. After emerging from the murky water, I removed the now transparent shirt, flinging it into the crowd who roared.

"I want that deal too!" Some random guy from the crowd shouted and made his way to the table. Before he had a chance to throw, I was covered by another bucket of slime from behind. Two pies slammed into my tits, the guy took liberty rubbing the cream around my barely covered breasts. Some of the cream actually made it inside. "Fifty for her skirt!" Another bucket of slime coated my barely covered chest and collected between my legs. It didn't stay there for long though. The guy who wanted to see me in even fewer clothes threw true, and I was sent to the mucky water. As per the agreement with Ben and this college guy, I tossed the skirt into the crowed. Now, in only a barely-there bikini, I took my place once more on the plank.

I was definitely getting way hornier now. Every bucket of slime and smashed pie just brought me closer and closer to the climax. The next twenty minutes were just pies and slime coating my body between swims in water which was slowly becoming less and less water. My time was almost up, and that's when Geni Chase walked up to Ben with so much sway in her hips, it was surprising she didn't fall over.

"Hey Benny boy, I really like her swimsuit." Her voice chortled.

"Yeah, it's pretty cute huh?" Ben shrugged and took a look at me.

"Do you think she would let me have it for $150?" She smiled devilishly.
Ben looked at her with some confusion. "I mean, it's cute at all, but you could probably find one online for way less"

Some wind came out of her sails. "No, I mean, if I give you $150, can I get it now, so then she'll be naked?"

Ben's eyes went wide, he didn't expect it to go this far. He thought it was a lucky break to get me in just a bathing suit and messy, but naked. That was something different entirely. He looked at me. Maybe the alcohol, or pleasure this was causing, made me more impressionable. I figured I only had five more minutes up here and then a nice fluffy robe would cover me, so what's five minutes of being naked. I nodded at Ben, in just one hour we had over three thousand dollars, and that was pretty good for our cause.

"Well like I said to the last two, you put in the money, make the shot, and I guess you get a really overpriced bikini." She smirked and handed over the cash. Geni lined up her shot, took her time to aim and throw. Maybe it was because there was more on the line than before, but it seemed like this ball arced through the air slower. Sure enough, it hit the target and gravity pulled me into the water which I had grown so accustomed to. As per the agreement I reached behind me and undid the ties of the top. And handed it over the wall of the tank to Ben who gave the sodden thing to Geni. I repeated the process with the bottoms and howls swelled from the crowd as I handed the other piece of fabric to Ben. The water was beyond murky at this point, so people could just see a cloudy silhouette of my naked frame. I thought maybe I could reserve some modesty and just stay here for the next 5 minutes, and any messy substance people wanted to delve out, they could just do it while I stood in the tank.

Ben just shook his head. "There are a lot of people that have bought slime and pies who want to use them, back up there." The crowd whistled and yelled over the blasting music. I obeyed, the tingling effect of the alcohol reducing my inhibitions greatly. As I emerged from the water, my tanned skin glistened in the multi-colored lights from the DJ Stand. My bare bottom felt the wet and cold of the plank I had been sitting on for the past 55 minutes. Everyone most likely caught a glimpse of my very wet and clean-shaven pussy, even though I closed my legs to keep some mystery about it after I sat down to face a very eager audience.

The final minutes were a whirlwind of slime coating my now naked frame. Pies slammed into my C-cups and crotch. Many hands lingered and massaged by breasts or crotch. I couldn't help but show my enjoyment by moaning. As one pie slammed between my legs, I opened them enough for the full force of the pie filling to explode on my pussy. The girl who applied it gave me a little wink as I felt her finger stroke my very swollen clitoris. When she was done, a bucket of slime-covered my head and snaked its way down my messy body. At this point, I was so coated it was impossible to tell I didn't have clothes. Apparently someone thought that was a problem because as I was about to clean my eyes, I felt my body plunge into the disgusting water below.

When I emerged from the surface, now coated in a thick layer of pie and foam, I massaged my breasts to get some of the more stubborn mess off. I ran my hands through my long blond hair, still rather coated. I would imagine it being wet beforehand would make it harder for the mess to stick. With a quick motion, I dunked my head below the surface to try and rinse some of the slimes out. Unfortunately, I didn't know how well that working upon taking my seat once again on the plank. A fresh bucket of blue slime was waiting for me. I tilted my head up and the torrent made a kind of umbrella as it hit my forehead. Some even got on the guy who dumped it. Once again I felt the fingers of slime massage my nipples, covering them on it's way to my lap.

Next was a girl who shoved two pies into my chest, taking time to roam and rub them through the messy contents. Before she pulled away, she pinched both my erect nipples eliciting a scream. A few more pies and some slime later and my legs were beginning to automatically open. It's not like anyone could see how engorged my pussy was. I doubt they even noticed my hand slide between my legs and began to massage it. There was so much mess piled on top. I climaxed near the end screaming loud, I didn't care anymore this felt so good. Pie after pie, buckets of slime flowing over me.

My revelry was interrupted by Ben pressing the lever one last time, sending me into the water below. While not everything washed away on my final dunking, enough did that my naked body was easily seen climbing out of the tank and down the ladder to the awaiting robe. The crowd cheered and whistled their approval as I slipped the warm fluffy material around my now very naked, very messy and very very horny body. I stood by Ben as he spoke "Don't worry, we have another GG girl ready to get wet and messy for you guys, please Welcome Mari. The crowd cheered as the petite Asian girl, shorter than me, came out dressed in a tight white tank top and matching booty shorts. Now that the bench would soon have another, I took my leave, headed for the shower and clean cloths. Ben continued to speak to the crowd as I went into the back. "If anyone else would like to have a messy or wet go at our dunk tank, please let someone from GG know and we'd be happy to give you a slot!"

The music was sufficiently duller in the back of the warehouse where the showers were. That meant I was left alone with my thoughts. Most of which was dominated by trying to figure out how I was going to pay for books and tuition for next semester with no job to speak of. Tonight was a nice distraction from that, but it was time to get down to business and get a solution for this problem.

After my shower, I slipped on a pair of low rise jeans and a babydoll top. Instead of going out into the fray of bodies where I would most likely be assaulted by looks and maybe unsolicited mess, I decided to stay in the back and sit on a bench. I opened my phone and went onto the Fivver app to see if anyone needed a quick IT gig, but so far nothing. I'd been on it for almost a month, trying to score some extra cash but not a single person needed my services. That's when I saw a category I hadn't notice before. Fun & Lifestyle. It piqued my interest so I opened it up to see what subs were there. Near the bottom, Pranks & Stunts. Most of it was pretty typical, send someone a text, prank call, yelling in public. But there were three users in particular that caught her eye.

They were doing messy challenges. 5 dollars per pie 10 for slime. Some even had a 30 dollar charge just for letting their customer choose an outfit. Maybe it was the alcohol or the electrifying buzz leftover from my orgasm, but I thought this would be a perfect opportunity. I set up my gig, set my prices to make a nice little summary. But now pictures. The reason she clicked on the other people with similar gigs was because of the pictures. One even had a messy video. I needed to do that if I was going to grab people's attention. And that's when it hit me, what better chance to make a video than now. I marched into the crowd, not many recognized me without the mess, or maybe it was the addition of cloths. Either way, no one stopped me on my way to the dunk tank.

Mari was looked pretty sloppy. Her once black hair was glistening and streaked with various colors of gunge and one particularly stubborn piece of the pie. She was climbing back on the bench, already without her shirt. Her B-cups were covered by two black triangles with red borders. Through the now transparent shorts, I could see the matching low rise bikini bottoms. It looked like she was having a fun time, smiling as a coconut cream pie collided with her face.
I walked straight to Ben. He was standing beside Mitch who was currently running the booth and collecting money. "Hey Ben, can I get two pies and a bucket of slime?"

"Sure, but that will be $30," Ben smirked.

"A; After all the money I brought in and the humiliation you put me through, I'm not entitled to some reparations?" Ben not sure if there was malice behind the comment shrunk back a little.
"B; if you must know, it's not for Mari, it's for me" Ben perked back up at the prospect.

"Well, if that's the case, by all means, take what you need. Our highest earner of the night certainly deserves to be repaid for her commendable performance. Need some help carrying that wherever?"

"That would be great, thanks," I replied, as softly as I could while still being heard over the din. I grabbed the bucket, and he scooped up two coconut cream pies from under the table. Ben follows me like a puppy to the shower area.

"Sooo need any help? With pouring or pieing or. Anything really?" Ben rocked back and forth, still holding the pies.

I took them and sat them by the bucket of slime. "Nope, I'm good thanks."

"You sure you don't need someone to record this on a phone Or just watch?"

"Haven't you seen enough of me messy and naked?" I was getting a little annoyed he wasn't taking the hint and leaving me alone. Sure, this was going to be on the web, but I didn't necessarily want Ben as my audience this time. Especially if we were alone.

"How much is really enough." Ben gave me a pervy look.

"Just get back to the booth." I shook my head and he went away. Once I heard the door close, I took the bucket and one of the pies into the shower stall. I took off my clothes and laid them on the bench just outside the stall and took the last pie behind the curtain. I sat my foam close enough that I could reach it, but far enough away that it would not get slime on it. I sat side-saddle on the floor next to the bucket. I was trying to look sexy but I wasn't sure if it was working. First, I smeared some of the slime on my face, that way it could be messy, but my hair could remain clean. Afterword, I poured the contents of the bucket over my chest. The slime felt so good coating my naked bosom and pooling between my closed legs, covering my naked snatch. I slammed both pies unceremoniously into my tits. Not wanting to waste time, I picked up my phone and lined up what I thought was a good selfie. After a few pics, I hit record, getting most of my body in the shot.

"Hey everyone, my name's Jema. I just got done with a club fundraiser where I was dunked, pied, slimed, stripped and then messed up again. All in front of probably like 300 people. I don't even at this point. So yeah. I'm down for whatever challenge you have, just shoot me a message and let me know or check out the details page if you want something simpler." as I finished, the pie on my right tit slipped and fell on my thigh. I looked down and giggled a little. The pie had taken some of the slimes with it, so my nipple was visible just before I turned off the video. Nothing left now but to post it.