Nervous, yet excited, Yasmin, a shy eighteen-year-old beach blonde, stared in open disbelief at her best friend Ariah, who blindfolded, was sitting obliviously in the centre of a large gunge tank. All evening, Yasmin had been certain that their friend Taylor had been trying to set her up. But the coy teen had been mistaken. Instead, the ingenuous, unguarded Ariah had been the conniving brunette's real target. Earlier that evening, Ariah had destroyed Yasmin's naked body with a combination of shaving cream and chocolate sauce. But now the tables had turned and Ariah looked set for a well-deserved, breathtakingly humiliating, colossal gunging.

As the pretty, lightly freckled, eighteen-year-old blonde sat patiently in the gunge tank, Ariah heard laughter begin to pervade through the air. Sensing something was amiss, she tore her blindfold from her eyes. Blinking as she readjusted to the change in light, she took a moment to fully comprehend her inescapable destiny. "What the" she began, as she glanced upon Taylor smirking at her through the Perspex box. "No! No! No! Taylor, this wasn't part of the plan! You've double crossed me! It was supposed to be Yasmin sat in here, not me!" Eighteen-year-old Taylor stood with her hands on her hips, her long brown hair curling down to her waist. Scornful in her reply, the brunette taunted, "I know, funny isn't it? It serves you right for plotting to help me slime Yasmin. To be fair though, you've stayed clean for far too long, it's about time that you got what you deserve. You know what? It was all Oli's idea. He knew that you wouldn't be able to resist a plot to trick Yasmin. It serves you right for being so rude to us these past few months. Consider this as our glorious payback."

Ariah's eye's flickered over from Taylor to her boyfriend Oli, who was stood sheepishly by her side. Oli just shrugged as Ariah shot him a dirty look as he was nodding along to his girl. Desperate, Ariah pounded her fists on the gunge tank door. But it was locked. There was no escape. As Ariah angrily cursed, she heard the laughter of her best friend Yasmin grow louder beside her. Turning to towards her, she chided accusingly, "Don't tell me that you were in on it all along." "Oh no Ariah", pleaded Yasmin truthfully. "This came as a complete shock to me too. Honestly, I played no part in this, I swear."

Ariah looked down at her beautiful and extremely expensive, strapless, light blue, chiffon beaded, cocktail dress. Without a doubt, her favourite outfit was going to be ruined if she couldn't find a way out of the Perspex tank very soon. Ariah began to observe what everybody else had chosen to wear. It hadn't struck her before just how simply everyone else had been dressed. It was almost as if they knew that they might get gunged. She felt that she had been such a fool. Oli, who was wearing a cheap white shirt and tailored black trousers, had assured her that only Yasmin was going to get messy. He had encouraged her to dress up. She had known Oli for a long time, he was usually such a pathetic liar. Clearly his invidious girlfriend had been teaching him very well indeed.

Ariah had drastically misread the situation thanks to Taylor's ability to look absolutely stunning in every dress she wore. Tonight, she was wearing a pink, strapless, backless cross, cocktail party, mini dress, which in truth probably cost only about £10. As usual, Taylor had chosen a dress that left her back, shoulders and chest completely exposed. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath her plunging neckline and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Not to be outdone, the hemline of her skirt fell two inches above her knees. Taylor looked fabulous and yet, because her dress was so cheap, it could easily be replaced, unlike Ariah's of course.

Likewise, Yasmin, convinced that she was going to get gunged, had chosen to wear an already stained, red princess, seam flare, tube dress that fell barely an inch below her waist. The top of her breasts exposed, Yasmin looked so innocent and yet seductive. If anything, she had dressed like someone who was deserving to be gunged. But that was looking increasingly unlikely, given that it was Ariah who was locked in the gunge tank, not Yasmin.

Cramped for room, Ariah folded up the cheap plastic chair and lent it against the back of the tank. She took a moment to soak up her surroundings, but she couldn't quite work out where they were. Her soul mate Yasmin, was likewise doing the same. "Taylor, where are we?" asked the cute blonde. "Ah, all in good time Yasmin, it's a surprise", the brunette replied, teasingly. Taylor then glanced behind her, towards the heavy machinery on the other side of the large, imposing, warehouse floor. Smirking, she announced, "Now, Oli and I aren't the only ones who want their revenge on you Ariah. Guys, make yourselves known." Stepping out from behind a high-rise shelf, Jack, Alexandra and Felicia were glad to no longer be curled up and hiding on the cold concrete floor. Ariah couldn't believe it. After singing his praises to Yasmin just hours earlier, Jack appeared to have been plotting against her all along. But why? What had she ever done to him? Yasmin in comparison smiled, as the blonde teenager eagerly approached her. The youngsters were made for each other, all they had to do was make their true feelings known. But for now, Yasmin had to make do with a warm, kind, friendly hug. Making the most of their embrace, she squeezed his chest up against her breasts. Stuttering, as he tried to compliment her pretty dress, he felt her heartbeat quicken up against his own.

In contrast, why Alex and Felicia wanted their revenge on her, was much easier to understand. The two women, both twenty and thus slightly older and mature than the others, had played in the charity football match that Taylor, Ariah and Yasmin had helped referee. As part of the losing side, the Alex and Felicia had been mercilessly gunged. For the past two years they had blamed the three younger girls' bias, carelessness and incompetence for their hideously messy fate. Events at the time had conspired to ensure that Yasmin and Taylor would likewise fail to leave the charity event clean. But Ariah had slipped away without a single drop of slime upon her. Alex and Felicia had been waiting two years now to gain their revenge, they weren't likely to treat her lightly, now that she was at their mercy.

Noting the eerie silence, it was Alex, who was the first to break the ice. "Well now Ariah, this time there's no escape. You're more or less a wam virgin, aren't you? No offence, but I do love to watch pretty young blondes squirm. Don't you?" Alex, twenty, was five foot four. Tonight, her jet-black hair flowed down to her chest. A lesbian, she had had far more experience with gunge that all the other girls put together. It had been a real passion of hers growing up. Her presence her tonight though was something of a surprise. For it had long been rumoured that Taylor and Alex simply just didn't get along. Gossips claimed that Alex blamed Taylor for causing a rift between her and her ex-girlfriend Ava. For in a moment of intoxicated weakness, Ava had taken a fancy to the pretty brunette. As the night of debauchery progressed, she had drunkenly fondled Taylor during a game of Pictionary which had ended with the youngster being stripped nude. To be fair, Taylor had led her on, not expecting the game to end the way that it did. She had underestimated Ava had paid the ultimate price.

Furthermore, she had made a disparaging remark about lesbians, which had cut through Alex's defences pretty deep. Ariah had heard that Alex had retaliated by pushing the naked Taylor into a bath filled with clay. Yet here they were today, pretending to be the best of friends. Something didn't quite add up. Why had Taylor invited out a girl who had humiliated her? Why would Alex continue to socialise with someone who had caused her so much pain? But for now, they were united, against her.

Yasmin stared at Alex as she began flirting with her poor Ariah. Alex did know that Ariah wasn't a lesbian right? Though, then again, Ariah had kissed and caressed her earlier in the evening, before passionately hosing the naked Yasmin down in the shower. Throughout the entire experience, Ariah had kept on her clothes, she had remained in control. Enthralled, Yasmin followed. But Ariah had claimed that she just wanted them to remain friends, for she had her heart set on Bryan instead. But perhaps there was more to her best friend than she was letting on.

Alex was wearing a sleeveless, white pimkie cheesecloth top and a yellow, ruffled, A-line skirt. In all honesty, Yasmin didn't know her very well, but she had an aura about her that she just didn't like. The conceited way the older woman held herself made her appear vulgar and untrustworthy. She carried around with her many secrets which ate away at her soul. Hence, Alex unnerved Yasmin, who was always so openly honest with everyone she had ever known. Yasmin had heard that Alex suffered from wild mood swings and hadn't fully recovered yet from her recent split. Her ex, Ava, already had a new girlfriend, a pretty brunette called Mia, and Alex was incredibly bitter that her ex had found happiness without her.

Next to speak was Felicia. "You know, I've never had the opportunity to gunge anyone before. So I'm really looking forward to tonight." Twenty-year-old Felicia, was the oldest, and at five foot seven, comfortably the tallest, woman in the room. She had however, only remained casual friends with Alex since leaving school. But since Alex's painful break up, her raven-haired friend had turned to her in her hour of need. With most of Alex's social circle having truly been only Ava's friend, Alex had run crying to one of the few people she knew, who had never really liked her ex.

Felicia had maintained the same strawberry blonde frizzy side fringe that she had worn since school. Her pale skin rivalled Yasmin's and her long, thin legs were simply a joy to behold. Felicia always had the most beautiful blue eyes and the longest fluttering eye lashes. Yasmin noticed that other than Ariah, Felicia seemed to be the only other person wearing expensive clothes. Being inexperienced around gunge, perhaps she had underestimated the possibility of her getting messy by mistake.

Felicia was wearing a light purple, plunge V-neck, drape wrap top and a very short, white, pleated mini skirt. Her skirt barely covered her waist and like Taylor, she wasn't wearing a bra. Over the past few years, Felicia had really blossomed. She felt far more comfortable in her own skin now than when she had been growing up. It no longer fazed her to flash a bit of flesh. Newly single, Felicia didn't think twice about acting seductively or dressing up provocatively. Always mature for her age, she had recently been in a relationship with a much older man. Treating her like a trophy, he had absolutely spoilt her rotten. Given everything that she ever wanted, Felicia had acquired expensive tastes and become decidedly spendthrift and conceited. Fed up with her pretensions, the older man soon tired of her and broke off their relationship. Newly liberated and experienced beyond her years, she enjoyed using her new-found sexuality to her advantage.

Tonight, Alex had persuaded her to dress particularly provocatively, despite dressing fairly plainly herself. In truth, the two women were completely different, meaning that they complimented each other particularly well. Felicia was an extrovert, Alex was introverted. Felicia liked to dance, get drunk and to party. In truth, she liked to sleep around. In contrast, Alex desired a close intense relationship and rarely ever left the house at night. Previously, Alex had allowed her ex Ava to dominate her and vowed to never get entangled in such a one-sided relationship ever again. Whereas Felicia could manipulate men with her looks, Alex could manipulate both men and women with her mind games. Felicia was looking for a new man to sink her claws into and Alex had vowed to help her find the perfect catch.

Oli and Jack meanwhile, were finding it particularly difficult to avoid staring at Felicia's chest. Oli had already been chided by Taylor once tonight, for accidentally rubbing his palm against the blindfolded Yasmin's stomach, as he had strapped her into his car. He didn't want to further aggravate her or she might refuse to sleep with him for a month. But then again, Taylor was already the most attractive lady in the room, and like Felicia, she was barely wearing any clothes. If Oli wanted to satisfy his desires, he need only look at his girl, who was the definition of smoking hot. Jack, in contrast, had his heart set on Yasmin, who he was planning to ask out on a date. The two teenagers had been besotted with one another for many years, but each thinking that the other only really wanted to be friends, had always been too shy to make their real feelings known. So though Jack recognised that Felicia was very attractive, she wasn't Yasmin, so he didn't care. But still, her chest was on display, so what was he supposed to do? Look the other way? Of course not!

"To be honest Ariah, I had no idea why we were coming out here in the first place", Jack admitted. "I didn't know anybody was going to get gunged. I'm only here because Oli asked me whether I wanted to hang out with him tonight. He never said why." In truth, Jack had begged to be invited, after Oli had told him that he was going out tonight with Taylor and Yasmin. For Jack, the petite blonde was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Having previously watched her heavenly body get smothered in gunge and pies, he'd developed a craving for watching women get messy. So, despite caring for her deeply, he really wished that it was Yasmin trapped inside the tank, not Ariah. As much as he loved her, he also desired to see her get slimed. But he wasn't lying, he really had no idea about the plot to gunge Ariah.

Neither as it happened, did Bryan. Entering through the door, from the other side of the warehouse, Bryan began to shout across the floor. "Sorry about the delay, I've managed to fetch the supplies and hang on, is that Ariah? What's she doing in there? We didn't agree to that!" Ariah looked horrified to discover that her crush was about to witness her complete and utter humiliation. But it soothed her to hear that Bryan had been tricked by Taylor as well. She couldn't bear to think that he had purposely helped set her up. It was no secret that Bryan was intending to ask out Ariah. In fact, he was planning to do it tonight. But how could he, if she was about to get gunged? As first dates may go, it wouldn't be a great start.

Yasmin looked from Ariah to Bryan and smiled. Earlier that evening, Yasmin and Ariah had had a wager whereby the first person to be asked out on a date would suffer the messy forfeit of bathing in porridge. Now, since both Jack and Bryan were present, the games could begin. Neither boy knew of the wager of course. All they needed was a bit of encouragement, from their crush's best friend, and they would be sure to ask their girl out first. Hence Ariah was now at a major disadvantage, for how could she talk to Jack, if she was still trapped inside the tank?

Taylor turned to Ariah before scoffing, "Bryan has ever so kindly agreed to let us use his dad's warehouse tonight. I'm surprised that neither of you recognised where we are. He is also responsible for procuring the gunge tank from our old school. So, without him, tonight wouldn't have happened." Ariah heavily sighed. Taylor was already getting her claws into her man, was there nothing that vicious shrew wouldn't do?

But Ariah wasn't the only person who had Bryan in her sights. Alex had warned Felicia that Bryan was heir to his millionaire father's chocolate empire. Alex had mentioned that Bryan had his sights set on another girl, but that he could still easily be persuaded to look elsewhere. So, when Taylor asked her to help take Ariah down a peg or two, Felicia was more than willing to play her part. Having got Felicia to dress provocatively, Alex also hoped that her strawberry blonde friend might drive a wedge between Taylor and Oli. Alex still blamed Taylor for causing her break up with Ava, so it would please her immensely to be the source of the breakdown of Taylor's own relationship. But Alex was a lesbian, so she had to manipulate Felicia into doing her dirty work for her. For weeks, she sang Oli's praises, in the hope that Felicia may fall for the handsome young man. Unfortunately, Bryan and his wealthy father, appeared to be getting in the way. She regretted ever telling Felicia about him and had spent the past week criticising him in a bid to turn her off him. Nevertheless, Alex could see how Felicia looked at Oli. It was clear that she fancied him, rather than Bryan. But there was no telling who she might make her first move on, for Felicia was apt to rapidly change her mind.

Fortunately for Yasmin, Felicia appeared to be completely ignoring Jack. She had no interest in him whatsoever. Jack accidentally caught sight of her breast as she moved to stand next to Oli. Wincing, Jack turned to smile at his true love. Clearing his throat, he plucked up the courage to finally ask her out. "Yasmin, would you like" but Jack was suddenly interrupted by Yasmin's spontaneous coughing fit, interrupting him at precisely the wrong time. Yasmin desired nothing more than for Jack to ask her out. But she had a bet to win, Jack could hold on for another few hours, couldn't he?

Trying to catch Oli's attention, Felicia lent her right arm on his left shoulder. In a blatant attempt to provoke Taylor, Felicia began to speak to the young brunette. "By the way, Bryan, Alex and I have managed to get the two security guards out of the way for the evening. By pure chance, it appears that I used to go out with one of them, when I was in year nine. I still have Rufus wrapped around my little finger, he'll do anything just to please me. Remarkably, it seems that Alex also vaguely knows the other one." Sensing her cue, Alex wearily interrupted her friend, "Yeah, I briefly met Wes at Sophie and Darren's wedding. They should be giving us short shrift for a few hours at the very least." But Taylor wasn't really listening. Instead she was fuming at the shameless attempt by Felicia to flirt with her boyfriend. "She won't be so smug when I've finished with her," Taylor cursed, under her breath.

Turning her attention primarily back to Ariah, Taylor began to address the whole group. "Now it's only fair that Yasmin gets to be the first person to gunge our pretty victim now, don't you think? But hey, because I'm a nice person, Ariah, you can take your shoes off first if you like. They are pretty expensive after all." Ariah gave her a look as if to say, "And you think my dress isn't", before Taylor replied with an icy stare of her own, conveying that she could take her dress off too if she liked. As Ariah slipped off her blue heals, Oli opened the small window at the top of the gunge tank door. As Ariah passed her heals through the window, she saw Felicia stretch her arms back, so as to jut her chest forward, just as she began to introduce herself to Bryan. "Hi, I'm Felicia, I don't think we've met," she began. Ariah was furious, how dare she flirt with Bryan. But her mood brightened when she heard his reply. "Oh, I remember you. I threw a sponge in your face when you were locked in the stocks at the fayre. Oli did too, if I recall." Ariah passed Oli the collapsible chair and smiled as insulted, Felicia immediately turned her back on her crush.

Oli meanwhile, guided Yasmin over to the yellow cord that hung down from the top of the tank. Looking into her best friend's eyes, she cried, "I've been wanting to do this for years, bon voyage Ariah!" Instantly, yellow gunge cascaded down upon the pretty teenager. The slime domed over her dirty blonde hair as she screamed, shocked at the sheer velocity of the downpour. Ariah resisted the temptation to hide her freckled face, knowing full well that Taylor might prolong her torment should she try to avoid the barrage of the thick, viscid slime. More than ten seconds had passed and the gunge continued to pour. The slime began to soak in under the neckline of her dress and wash over her pert, tender breasts. Cringing, she felt her silicone bra begin to loosen under the sheer weight of the gunge. Desperate, she drew her left arm to her chest. But it was too late. The bra eased away from her breasts, causing the front of her dress to sag forward slightly. Without warning, yellow gunge slammed into the gap between her chest and her dress and Ariah had to act quickly to prevent her dress from slipping down and exposing her breasts.

Eventually the gunge eased down to a stop. Defeated, Ariah motioned to Yasmin to open the window at the top of the tank so she could throw her ruined bra out of harm's way. Upon receiving the undergarment, Yasmin surreptitiously pressed down on her own chest to check whether her own silicone bra was still in position. But she wasn't furtive enough and blushed upon realising that Jack had been unashamedly staring at her breasts. Ariah meanwhile fiddled with the top of her dress. Finally satisfied that she had averted the potential disaster of it slipping down, she turned to Taylor and asked, "Is that it? Why don't we let somebody else have a go?" Taylor smirked, before replying, "Oh no Ariah, the fun has only just begun."

Having regained her composure, Yasmin let Oli guide her towards the second, dark blue cord. Unlike earlier in his car, Yasmin didn't mind Oli touching her now as he guided her arm towards the piece of string. Yasmin blew Ariah a kiss and pulled the cord down as hard as she could. After a few seconds, with nothing seeming to happen, Ariah looked up at the top of the tank, wanting to see why there was a delay. She immediately regretted this decision, realising that she might be about to receive a face full of slime. Twitching, she thrust her whole body out of the way. But she was only made to look foolish, when instead, dark blue gunge began to emerge from the floor. The freezing cold slime began to wash up over her bare feet, submerging them completely in a matter of seconds. Shocked by the glacial gunge, she began to stomp her feet to try to escape the cold. But her actions only resulted in her splashing the gunge up the insides of her legs and tickling the edges of her satin knickers.

Gasping in shock, Ariah looked down to find that the gunge had already reached half way up her shins. Embarrassed, she looked around at the reactions of her friends. Yasmin was in hysterics whilst Taylor was sneering away. Felicia meanwhile, was simpering and playing with her hair, trying, and failing, to get Oli to notice her once again. But Oli was sharing a private joke with Bryan and failed to pay her any attention. Alex seemed deep in thought and Jack appeared entranced and almost overwrought by the whole event. Catching his eye, Ariah made to look over towards Yasmin. Repeatedly turning her head towards her best friend, she tried to encourage him to go and speak to her. But the poor lad didn't seem to understand. Frustrated, Ariah drew a Y, a heart and a J in the gunge that had splashed up against the side of the tank. This time, Jack realised what she meant. Ariah nodded her head frantically before quickly scrubbing her drawing out, just as Yasmin began to look her way.

Eventually, the flirting Felicia managed to catch Oli's eye. Flicking her hair back, she smiled coquettishly and turned her shoulder towards him. Pleased by the attention, Oli asked, "Felicia would you like to pull the next cord." Glad to have caught her prize, Felicia replied, "I'd love to," before elegantly gliding towards him. "Which one is it?" asked Felicia teasingly, for there was only one cord left that it could be. She placed her left palm on Oli's shoulder and pressed her heaving chest against his own. Leaning her body weight against Oli's chest, she let him take her arm and guide her towards the final purple cord. Taylor seethed as she caught sight of Felicia's left breast. Oli caught his girlfriend's eye and suddenly ducked out from under Felicia's weight. The strawberry blonde stumbled slightly and collided with the side of the tank. Taylor, in a bid to beat her rival, eased the straps of her own dress outwards slightly, to expose a slightly greater proportion of her breasts. The brunette meant to look seductive, but she accidentally eased her straps back a bit too far and unwittingly exposed her erect right nipple to the entire group. "Oh Taylor, put yourself away", chided Alex, secretly pleased at her nemesis' misfortune.

Felicia had by now regained her own footing. With Ariah distracted by Taylor's nipple slip, Felicia pulled down quietly on the purple cord. Ariah was caught off guard as purple gunge game shooting out of two horizontal drainpipes hidden discreetly at the back of the tank. The first pipe was directly in line with Ariah's face. The slime smashed into the back of her head and dribbled down the back of her dress. Shifting her head sideways, to avoid the violent thud of the gunge, she only succeeded in being hit by a jet of the purple gunge on her neck and left cheek. The second pipe was positioned vaguely in line with the top of her dress. As she turned to avoid the first stream of gunge, the second caught the side of her chest, before washing over her neckline and over the top of her breasts.

By now, the three different deluges of gunge had begun to congregate at the bottom of the tank. The wild cocktail of colours reached up beyond the bottom of her dress. Her skirt began to lift and she had to flatten it down to avoid exposing her knickers to her friends. The purple gunge seeped down inside Ariah's dress and began to seep through her blue satin knickers. Ariah blushed as she felt the cold slime run over her womanhood. Would her torment ever end?

Oli meanwhile, had been busy refilling the compartment at the top of the tank. Taylor nudged Felicia out of the way and pulled down on the yellow cord. Thick, black molasses rained down upon Ariah to the horrified gasps from the others. The treacle stuck firmly to her hair and completely destroyed her outfit, which by now was ruined beyond repair. Clogging her fringe to her forehead, the treacle completely submerged every inch of her skin that wasn't already awash with gunge.

Her nipples now safely hidden away, Taylor eased her back into Oli's shoulder. In return he wrapped his arms around her waist before tenderly kissing her on the cheek. Taking courage from his friend squeezing Taylor against his chest, Jack decided that the lull in proceedings would be the ideal time to ask Yasmin out for a date. Turning towards her, he was just about to open his mouth when Felicia brusquely pushed passed him on her way to try to flirt with Bryan once again. Startled, Jack lost his footing and collapsed to the floor. Kind Yasmin rushed over and bend down to help pick him up off the ground. Leaning forwards, she exposed the tops of her breasts as they peaked out from under her dress. Jack blushed as sitting up, he accidentally pushed his face up into her chest. Having quickly accepted Jack's profuse apologies, Yasmin readjusted the neckline of her dress.

Alex meanwhile, discovered a trolley covered by white sheeting, hidden behind a pile of crates. Taylor's eye lit up. "Ah great, Alex, thanks for reminding me." Taylor strode over to the trolley and pushed it back over towards the gunge tank. Standing beside Yasmin, she whipped off the white sheet to uncover a huge selection of homemade pies. Picking up a caramel cream pie, Taylor asked Yasmin, "Would you like to do the honours?" Yasmin looked over at her poor, obliterated, best friend. Ariah was indistinguishable below the thick layer of molasses that coated her skin. She was trying, and failing, to clean the golden syrup that was coating her eyelids. Every time she wiped her face clean, another globule of treacle fell from her fringe to take its place. Felicia bent down to look at the selection of pies on offer and picked up a lemon meringue pie. An inquisitive Alex meanwhile moved closer to Bryan to interrogate him, suspicious that the two chocolate pies closely resembled produce sold by his father.

Sighing, Yasmin replied, "Don't you think she's had enough?" Taylor smirked. "Well alright, if that's what you think. But it would be a real shame to waste them." Grinning, Taylor launched the caramel cream pie straight at Yasmin, who screamed as the caramel completely enveloped her face. The cream smashed into her cheeks and up her nose, leaving behind a sticky layer of pastry. Taylor then opened up the front of Yasmin's dress. Peering inside, she noticed that Yasmin was wearing the same model of silicone bra that Ariah had worn. Gloating, Taylor announced, "Hey, if Ariah's taken hers off, it would only be fair if you took yours off too." Before Yasmin could stop her, Taylor reached down into her cleavage and tore the bra from off her chest. Taylor then picked up a chocolate pie from off the trolley and stuffed it down the front of Yasmin's dress. As Taylor massaged the chocolate over Yasmin's now unsupported pert breasts, Felicia slammed the lemon meringue pie onto the top of the poor blonde teenager's head. The meringue and lemon curd created a viscid mixture that clung to her fine sandy hair, which Taylor then began to massage into her pretty little face.

Jack meanwhile stood motionless, unsure of whether to intervene. He couldn't bear to watch Yasmin be humiliated like this, but she was smiling and giggling away. She seemed to be having a great time, who was he to get in the way? Furthermore, the sight of Yasmin being gunged aroused a deep desire within his chest. He longed for moments like this and angelic Yasmin was being the perfect stooge. Who was he to complain?

Oli handed Taylor a bucket of lumpy lime green cake batter, which she began to tip slowly over Yasmin's dainty, giggling head. The batter slowly oozed down over her beach blonde hair and over her cheeks. Taylor made sure to keep the neckline of her dress open to ensure that a generous coating of batter covered her cream stained breasts. Once she had finished, Taylor stepped out the way to allow Felicia to empty a bucket of chocolate sauce over Yasmin's straying fringe. As the chocolate cascaded down Yasmin's chest, Jack looked over to Ariah in the gunge tank. She was laughing and pointing, clearly enjoying how the tables had turned at her best friend's expense. Bryan and Alex meanwhile were arguing about something, but Jack couldn't tear himself away from Yasmin enough to care about their quarrel.

Enjoying the attention, Yasmin began to sway her hips seductively and wiped her hands down over her chest. Laughing, she tried to clean a blob of cream and lemon curd away from her eyes. Felicia picked up the final caramel cream pie. Shrugging, she lifted up the back of Yasmin's skirt, exposing her black lace panties to Jack and Oli, who were standing nearby. Felicia then smashed the cake tin into Yasmin's sweet behind. Yasmin squirmed in shock and jumped forwards as the pie made contact, with her delicate backside. Jumping from toe to toe, Yasmin tried to smooth down her skirt and gently rubbed her hands over the contours of her derriere.

Gesticulating angrily from within the gunge tank, Ariah took umbrage at Felicia's intervention. Helpless to do anything, she gestured indignantly to Bryan to make him put a stop to Yasmin's humiliation. But still arguing with Alex, he failed to notice her complaints. Instead, quick thinking Alex was the first to respond. Taking control of the situation, she instructed, "Hey that's enough Felicia, remember, it's no longer fun if you take it too far. Leave Yasmin alone." Felicia put down the other chocolate pie and feeling ashamed, apologetically asked Yasmin, "Honey, are you okay?" Still gingerly rubbing her behind, Yasmin replied, "No worries Felicia, I deserved it didn't I?" Felicia didn't understand why exactly Yasmin thought that she deserved it, but the young blonde was appearing to accept her apology, so she wasn't about to point out her faulty logic. Ariah gave Alex the thumbs up before throwing her hands up in despair towards Bryan, to complain about why he hadn't done anything to help out her best friend.

Yasmin turned to Taylor and asked, "I don't suppose you brought any towels, did you?" Taylor laughed. "I have, but you'll going to need washing clean first." Confused, Yasmin was oblivious to Oli as he poured a bucket of cold water down over her fine head. Screaming as the cool liquid washed over her skin, she flinched as Taylor opened up the front of her dress and poured another bucket of water over her breasts. Oli handed Yasmin a towel and the young blonde began to wipe her face clean. Jack looked over lovingly towards her and noticed that he could see her erect nipples through the thin material of her red dress.

Once Yasmin had finished drying herself down, Taylor began to address the whole group once again. "Well guys, wasn't that all great fun. Ariah, it's probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but I forgive you for turning your back on me as your friend." Ariah, wringing molasses from her hair, opened her mouth to complain. She had been in the wrong, she knew that, but Taylor was forcing her into an apology of her own in the most demeaning scenario imaginable. But Yasmin, reading her thoughts, shook her head to warn her off saying something she might regret. "Don't worry Taylor, I accept. Furthermore, I'm truly sorry for being such a mean, lousy friend." Ariah smiled sweetly, but Alex could tell that she wasn't being at all honest in what she said.

Taylor meanwhile, recommenced her speech. "Now that I've had my revenge on Ariah, I think it's only fair that she can get her own back on all of us in return." Ariah's ears suddenly pricked up, what had Taylor just said? "Hey, what!" exclaimed Felicia, "You don't mean to say that Ariah is going to get to gunge us? This is an expensive top, it would be ruined!" "Taylor, what are you doing?" asked Oli, similarly taken by surprise. Alex eyed Taylor suspiciously, having fully expected the brunette to try to pull a stunt like this. Yasmin, in contrast, jumped to Taylor's defence. "Guys, it will be fun. Look, I'm already messy, how bad can it be? It's not fair on Ariah if you all get to go home clean."

Taylor glanced over at Yasmin, feeling relieved. It seemed like her pretty blonde friend would guilt trip everyone else into getting messy after all. Taylor cleared her throat and added, "Guys, listen up. There's a chance that some of you may still escape clean. Oli, Jack, would you carefully move the parachute that's covering my secret stash of supplies over by the far wall?" Still in shock, the two boys did exactly as they were told. Hidden underneath were about forty buckets, a selection of pies, six flipcharts and six stools. Yasmin gasped in surprise as the boys uncovered the vast array of messy items that Taylor had kept secret from them all. How had nobody else seen it? How did she transport it all here herself? Surely, she must have had some help. She'd never been here before, but Bryan worked here, so surely, he must have known something was up. Scanning her friends, she soon noticed that Bryan looked unflustered and untroubled by the sheer scale of Taylor's revelation. Yasmin realised that he too must have been on it all along. She discerned that must have been what Alex and Bryan had been arguing about earlier. He'd played innocent when Taylor had locked Ariah into the tank, but he'd been in cahoots with the brunette all along.

As Yasmin caught Bryan's eye he smiled, giving the game away. "Alright guys, I own up. I've been working with Taylor all the time, except she'd told me that we were going to gunge Yasmin, not Ariah. Ariah, I'm so sorry. Do you forgive me?" Ariah, admiring his honesty, nodded and made a heart sign with her hands. Bryan's face lit up, she did love him after all. Yasmin rubbed her hands with glee, surely Bryan would ask Ariah out for a date tonight after all.

In truth, Bryan wasn't too fussed about getting gunged and had gladly kept his role secret from his two closest friends. He worked with chocolate for a living, he was used to getting messy on the factory floor. Like Bryan, Oli had also been led to believe that Yasmin was the one who was supposed to be gunged. But unlike Bryan, he had no idea that he also ran the risk of getting messy. In fact, Oli was terrified. He'd mocked his sisters Marie and Gabriella for years for their many messy misadventures and he absolutely loved it whenever Taylor contrived to get herself gunged. But this was different. He had never been gunged before. Plus, to make it worse, it had been his own girlfriend who had set him up.

As Alex scoured the array of items that lay before her, it dawned on her that though there were six flipcharts and six stools, not counting Ariah, there were seven of them in the room. What was Taylor up to? Did she mean to escape the gunge herself? Alex couldn't let that happen, but she'd have to come up with an idea fast, for Taylor was already beginning to explain the rules of the game.

Yasmin took a closer look at the stools. Each of them was painted in a different colour: red, blue, pink, orange, purple and green. The front covers of the six flipcharts were also in the same colours. Likewise, there were six red buckets, six blue buckets and so on. The lid of each bucket was also labelled with a number from one to six.

Walking towards Jack and Oli, Taylor continued to address the group. "To start with, could each of you collect a stool and line them up opposite Ariah." Taylor immediately handed the pink stool to Felicia, much to Yasmin's frustration. Oli chose the blue stool, Bryan green, Alex orange and Jack purple, leaving Yasmin with the red. "Well at least it matches my dress", thought Yasmin to herself, before adding, "Well at least it did, until I had green cake batter poured down over me!" As Yasmin and Felicia found the stools fairly heavy, Jack and Bryan offered to carry them over to Ariah instead. Oli meanwhile, ordered the stools so that he would sit on the far left, followed by Bryan, Alex, Felicia, Jack and Yasmin. Yasmin was pleased to be sat next to Jack, it would be fun watching him get messy for once instead.

Taylor continued to explain the rules of the game to the others. "I'm going to ask Ariah six multiple choice questions. Six answers will be available, each of which are written on the pages of your flipcharts. So, don't turn over them yet! Now imagine that for the first question, Ariah gives the answer that is written on Bryan's flipchart. Regardless of whether Ariah is right, I will empty the contents of the bucket labelled green one over Bryan. If for the second question she chooses Oli's answer, I will cover him with whatever is lurking inside blue bucket two and so on. If the answer is correct then Bryan, Oli or whoever will get very messy, but if Ariah is wrong, you will only be showered in confetti. For each question there are three correct answers and three that are wrong. If Ariah gets the first answer right she can keep guessing until she has found all three correct answers, but if she is wrong, she moves onto the next question straight away. Hidden inside some of the buckets are forfeits, which the owner of the bucket must perform or risk greater punishment. Now, I'm going to act as question master and dish out the punishments and forfeits. Any questions, or shall we begin?"

"Erm, can you explain all of that again?" begged Yasmin, rather confused. Taylor sighed and repeated the rules of the game to the young blonde from the beginning. Alex meanwhile, spotted a few sheets of paper and a marker pen behind the pink bucket six. Alex surmised that Taylor must have written the forfeits on the sheets of paper and slipped them in under the lids. She looked round at the others, they were all engrossed in Taylor's repetition of the rules. When no one was watching, she picked up a sheet of paper and wrote, "Switch places with the question master." She then slipped it into the top of orange bucket number three, which happened to be one of her own. This way, there was a chance that Alex could swap places with Taylor and avoid most of the gunge. Nonchalantly, she then went to re-join the others.

"What about you Taylor, do you not get messy?" asked Felicia. "Guys, it's my game, I make up the rules", Taylor replied, aggressively. Jack then turned to Bryan. "Isn't next door where you mix all the chocolate?" "Yes, why?" came his hesitant reply. "There are eighteen correct answers. How about we say that if Ariah gets twelve answers right then we get to dunk Taylor into one of the large vats of chocolate as a reward?" Taylor's mouth fell open in shock. "We can't, my dad would kill me", Bryan complained. "I think he's going to kill you anyway, this room's already a mess", laughed Oli. "I think that's a great idea Jack, do we all agree?" added Felicia. "Yes please", Ariah shouted loudly, from inside the tank.

"Okay, okay, on one condition", Bryan replied. Turning to Taylor he continued, "You know, I'm really not too happy with you tricking me into getting Ariah gunged. How about you swap places with the person of Ariah's choosing so that you have to take part in the game instead? Plus, if Ariah manages to get twelve correct answers, it will still be you who gets thrown into the vat of chocolate at the end?" "Wait, no, that's not fair," wailed Taylor, before Oli spoke over her, exclaiming, "I think that's a great idea", keen as he was to humiliate his duplicitous girlfriend.

Felicia turned to Ariah and asked her, "So, who do you want to escape away clean?" Ariah smiled and began to mull over her response. "Well, since none of the boys have got ever messy yet, I think they should all still play the game." Taylor smiled back at Oli; he was going to get destroyed. Continuing, Ariah added, "Now since Yasmin and Felicia took great pleasure in gunging me earlier, I reckon Taylor should swap places with Alex."

Surprised by Ariah's choice, Alex jumped up in irrepressible glee. Suddenly, she realised that having slipped in the fake forfeit, there was a chance that she may still get messy after all. With five jealous pairs of eyes upon her, there was little chance of her retrieving the forfeit before the start of the game. Whatever Ariah did, she mustn't choose orange answer three. Alex smiled and put on a brave face. Luckily, nobody seemed to suspect a thing.

Ariah was busy gloating at Taylor. The brunette's heart sank, she'd been bested once again. She'd desperately wanted to avenge being pushed into the bath of clay by Alex. But now the older woman would get a second chance at humiliating her. Taylor knew that Alex blamed her for causing an irretrievable rift between her and Ava, but it hadn't been her fault, it had been Ava who had tried to hit on her, not the other way around. But perhaps there was a chance that she wouldn't get messy at all. Ariah wasn't stupid, but she was hardly the brightest either. Would she really get twelve answers, right? Taylor doubted it very much. Plus, she may not choose any of Taylor's answers, and even if she did, she might end the night covered only in confetti. The forfeits were a problem however, she would be pretty lucky to escape all of those. She couldn't remember which ones she'd placed in the orange buckets, so she'd be none the wiser than anybody else.

Taylor handed Alex the question booklet and took her place between Bryan and Felicia. Trying to keep the others on her side, Alex suggested, "Just so there's no hard feelings between us guys, why don't you all take your shoes off? Your heals look pretty expensive, I don't want to ruin any of them." Felicia breathed a huge sigh of relief and removed her heals immediately. "Thanks Alex", gushed Yasmin as she handed the raven-haired host her own. "Socks too?" asked Jack, embarrassed. "Socks too", Alex replied laughing at the poor teen.

Blushing, Jack looked down at Yasmin's stunning legs and her svelte, bare feet. Her hair remained matted with caramel and there was a blob of cream on her nose. She still had goose bumps on her arms from the bucket of cold water earlier. Her red dress was practically transparent and sitting down her skirt barely covered the top of her thighs. She was exquisite, there was nothing about her that he would change. "Yasmin, you're so beautiful", began, "tomorrow, would you like" "Shh," Yasmin replied, keen to avoid losing her bet. "Alex is about to ask the first question." Upset, Jack glanced down at his own feet. Seeing his distress, Yasmin added, "You look very handsome yourself, good luck for the rest of the game."

Alex began to read out the first question. "Ariah, which three of the following tube stations are stops on the London Underground Northern Line?" In unison, the six friends all turned over their flipcharts. Oli's read "Borough", Bryan's "Southwark", Taylor's "Covent Garden", Felicia's "Charing Cross", Jack's "Russell Square" and Yasmin's "Kennington". Ariah immediately looked immensely pleased with herself. She'd taken the Northern line on many occasions whilst travelling through London via Waterloo. She recognised most of the stops on display. The most obvious answer being Charing Cross. "Charing Cross, definitely", Ariah beamed. Felicia, knowing what was about to happen, did not look best pleased. Alex picked up pink bucket number one and removed the lid. Being careful not to ruin the surprise, she slowly tipped the bucket over Felicia's head. Pink gunge came gushing down, instantly washing over the strawberry blonde's immaculate hair. Felicia screamed as the gunge oozed down over her face and splattered down over her chest. Her top gave her breasts no protection, so they were soon coated in the pink slime. With Yasmin sitting innocently beside him, Jack had to remind himself not to take a closer look.

"Now I think Kennington is also on the Northern Line, sorry Yasmin", continued Ariah. "Don't worry", sighed Yasmin, knowing her best friend was right. Alex opened the lid of red bucket one and announced, "Aha! I think we have a forfeit." Yasmin held her head in her hands and blushed. "Alex looked from Yasmin to Jack and tried to repress a chuckle. "You never know Yasmin, you may like this one. Your forfeit is to have the person to your right lick frosting off your face!" Yasmin looked up straight into the eyes of Jack. It was hard to tell who was the most embarrassed. Alex picked up a tub of blue frosting and with a plastic knife carefully smothered it all over her cheeks, chin and forehead. Jack jumped up from his stool and didn't know where to stand. "Erm, I think it's best actually if Yasmin sits on your lap", Alex suggested. Gingerly, Yasmin lowered herself onto Jack's lap and pressed her quivering back against his chest. Nervous, Jack began to tentatively lick the frosting from off her left cheeks. Yasmin stared lovingly into his eyes, before whispering, "It's okay, no need to be so scared." Gaining confidence, Jack quickened his pace and held his right arm across her chest for support. Tingling, as he felt his arm press against her left nipple, he joked, "You taste delicious", before licking the last remaining frosting from off her chin. Carefully, Yasmin eased herself off Jack's lap and sat back down on her own stool. "Right, now for your punishment," laughed Alex as she tilted Yasmin's face backwards and poured the bucket of light blue gunge over her forehead. Jack took hold of Yasmin's hand and squeezed. The gunge ran down her shoulders and pooled around the top of her breasts. "You're doing great", Jack whispered, before Alex announced, "Well done Ariah, that's two out of two."

Ariah however wasn't so sure about the final answer. Russell Square sounded familiar, she was pretty sure that she'd been there before. "Russell Square's my final answer, I think", she mumbled, unsure of whether to change her mind. Jack jumped in shock. That was his answer. Yasmin looked at him teasingly and smiled. Sensing his nerves, Alex drew out the tension by going to pour purple bucket one over him, only to draw it away at the very last moment. Jack squirmed and stuck his chin deep into his chest. Felicia scornfully mocked his cowardice as Bryan shouted, "Man up Jack", in support. Finally, Alex upturned the bucket and confetti rained down upon him. Jack let out a sigh of relief as Yasmin murmured in disappointment. "Hard luck Ariah, Leicester Square is on the Northern line, not Russell Square", explained Alex. "The answer you were looking for was Borough. But two out of three isn't a bad start, well done." Oli sucked up his cheeks in relief, he'd thought the correct answer was Southwark, not his own.

As Jack shook confetti from his hair, Yasmin noticed a piece of folded up paper hiding away on the floor. Pointing towards it, she cried out, "Hey Alex, I think that's a forfeit." "Hey," exclaimed Jack, realising that he wasn't going to get away with it so easily after all. Alex gleefully picked up the forfeit and read it out loud. "Jack, your challenge is to cluck and dance like a chicken." Yasmin burst out laughing as poor Jack turned bright red. Clumsily, he stood up and bent his arms so that his elbows were perpendicular to his waist. He then spread his legs out wide and crouching slightly began to flap his arms up and down. Taking a huge breath, he then plucked up the courage to begin clucking like the chicken he'd always meant to be. Taylor then caught Alex's attention and pointed at the pot of cashew nuts by green bucket number four. Thinking quickly, Alex sprang to action and emptied the cashew nuts onto the floor. Jack sighed, he knew what to do. Bending over, he began to peck at the nuts and gobble them up like chicken feed. Upon finishing, at the top of his lungs he cried out, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" Impressed by his new-found courage, Yasmin began to applaud him as the others collapsed in laughter at his expense. "Goodness, if that's what the first couple of forfeits are like, heaven help us for the rest of the game", Bryan remarked.

Alex grinned. "Right, second question. Which three of the following species are butterflies that are native to the UK?" Oli smirked. Unless one of the answers was the peacock butterfly, surely Ariah didn't have a hope on earth. But then he remembered that there was still a fifty percent chance that his bucket was messy and so he shifted uncomfortably around in his seat.

The gang all turned over their flipcharts once again. Oli's read "Orange Tip", Bryan's "Wood Tiger", "Taylor's "Lulworth Skipper", Felicia's "Red Admiral", Jack's "Crimson speckled" and Yasmin's "Scarlett Tiger". Ariah laughed, she'd only ever heard of one of them. "I'm sorry Felicia, but your answer is obvious, Red Admiral." Felicia growled. Alex opened the bucket and moved to Felicia's front. "Sorry Fliss, but it's too hard to resist." Alex opened up Felicia's top and poured the lime green slime over her bare breasts. Felicia noted that Yasmin was rather successfully flirting with Jack despite being covered in blue slime. So, in a bid to look seductive, she shook her chest as she tilted her left shoulder forwards. In response, Taylor lurched forward to try and block Oli from catching an eyeful, but only resulted in showing her own chest to Bryan. Embarrassed by her second nipple slip of the evening, Taylor wondered why Felicia was persisting in trying to flirt with her boyfriend, couldn't she see that he was already taken? Oli sat back quickly, trying to make it appear to Taylor that he wasn't trying to catch a closer look. Bryan however was still trying to etch the image of Taylor's curvy chest from his eyes.

Ariah then disclosed, "To be honest, I'm just going to be guessing from now on." Scratching her chin, Ariah mused, "How about "Orange Tip?" It was now Oli's turn to look worried. He had no idea whether she was right. Turning to the blonde teenager, Alex beamed, "You escaped last time, but now you're not so lucky!" Alex cackled as she poured a bucket of freezing cold water over the anxious teenager. Oli screamed and twisted in shock as the water roared down over his now almost translucent white shirt. "No need to be such a wuss", laughed Bryan. Taylor shook her head in embarrassment for her boyfriend. Perhaps Felicia should have him after all. Also laughing, Ariah continued, "Now I really don't have a clue about the last one either. How about Lulworth skipper?" Taylor's smile immediately disappeared. This was one of her answers.

Alex gleefully noticed the change in Taylor's disposition and cheerfully skipped over to orange bucket number two. Opening it, a joyous smile flashed across her face. Slowly, she tipped the bucket of honey over Taylor's brown locks. Like with Yasmin, Alex tilted Taylor's face backwards so that she could thoroughly coat it in the honey. Even once Taylor's face was entirely submerged, there was still enough honey left over, to pour down her chest. Taylor tried to prevent the older woman from doing so, but Alex simply slapped her hands away. Ariah meanwhile was in stitches, she really was great at guessing, much to Oli and Taylor's chagrin.

Once Alex had finished humiliating Taylor, she announced, "Wow that's five out of six answers correct, Ariah you're doing amazingly well so far. You're almost halfway to your total and we're only two questions into the quiz. Taylor, if I was you, I'd be very worried indeed. By the way, if anyone's interested, the other three species were apparently moths." Jack gesticulated as if to say, "Of course". Unlike Oli, Taylor and Felicia, he was still very much enjoying this great game.

"On we go then", Alex chirped. "Third question. Which three of the following elements are Alkaline earth metals?" Ariah's heart sank, she never paid attention in Chemistry at school. She simply hadn't a clue. She'd got lucky with the last question, but how long could her good fortune last? The six friends all flicked over their charts. Oli's read "Potassium", "Bryan's "Barium", Taylor's "Caesium", Felicia's "Calcium", Jack's "Beryllium" and Yasmin's "Rubidium". Ariah sighed. "Too be honest guys I've only heard of two of these, so this will have to be a complete and utter guess. Sorry Felicia, but I've heard of Calcium, so I'm going with that." This time Felicia was fairly confident. Wasn't Calcium something you found in your bones? Surely it wasn't an Alkaline earth metal, whatever that was. Alex didn't know either. Shrugging her shoulders, she carried the bucket over to Felicia and in one swift motion tore off the lid and upturned the bucket over Felicia's face.

Felicia's world went dark, then completely creamy. With the bucket rammed over her head, thick, gooey porridge oozed down over her face. Laughing, Taylor slammed her palm down over the top of the bucket bashing it against the top of Felicia's viscid face. Porridge dribbled down and began to mix with the green slime already coating her chest. Keen to string out Felicia's humiliation further, Taylor wiped her finger against her left breast. Licking the porridge off her digit, Taylor cooed, "Mmm, delicious." Yasmin glanced over at Ariah. Thanks to their bet, one of them would be suffering a similar fate. As Alex lifted the bucket off Felicia's tousled strawberry blonde hair, drips of the glutinous porridge disappeared down the back of her poor victim's top. Felicia coughed and spluttered as the porridge continued to dribble down her chest. But just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. Alex spotted a piece of paper stuck to the top of Felicia's scalp. Gleefully picking the paper off her friend's head, she read it out. "Oh, this forfeit is fairly simple. It's simply just pies to the face and to the chest".

Alex picked up a chocolate gateau and standing behind her victim, pushed it backwards into Felicia's terrified face. Felicia had been really good to Alex these past few months. She'd taken her out shopping and kept her spirits up whenever she felt really low. But she was also incredibly vain and self-centred, giving off the impression that she was simply doing Alex a favour by agreeing to be her best friend. Plus, in truth, Alex still really cared for her ex Ava, so being constantly reminded how big a bitch she was by Felicia left her emotionally hurt. It wasn't really Ava that Alex hated, but the hussy Taylor and Ava's new pretty squeeze Mia, who she'd actually never even met. Furthermore, Felicia wasn't doing very well in her quest to tempt Oli away from Taylor, he'd need a bit more encouragement and Alex had just the plan. Alex continued to brazenly wipe the gateaux up and down Felicia's chocolate and porridge stained face. She then deposited what was left of the cake over Felicia's head. Randomly calling out "Oli", to snare his attention, Alex then smashed a key lime pie into Felicia's heaving chest. Unwittingly, Oli walked straight into her trap. Alex flicked open Felicia's top to briefly expose her right nipple. She then rubbed a caramel cream pie into her breasts, tilting Felicia sideways as she rubbed, to give Oli the perfect view. "Oli stop looking", screeched Taylor, before Oli threw his hands up to complain. "Taylor, I wasn't!" he cried out in vain. Alex then bent down and whispered to Felicia, "Sorry Flick. But you're doing great. Oli will be yours by the end of the evening, I'm sure." But that didn't come as much comfort to the strawberry blonde, who had already got messy four times now, which was more than the other five put together.

"I guess I can see a trend occurring," laughed Ariah as she noticed just how messy Felicia was in comparison to everyone else. "For my next answer, I'm torn between Potassium and Caesium." Alex suddenly went numb. Caesium was Taylor's answer and she'd put her 'switch places' forfeit in orange bucket number three. Freezing to the spot like a statue, Alex held her breath as Ariah continued to contemplate her answer. "I know Caesium from somewhere, I just can't think where. But Potassium, I'm pretty sure is a metal, so I'm going to go with that." Alex sighed in relief. She was reprieved, for now. Disgruntled with his answer having been chosen, Oli looked to his girlfriend for support. But moody, she refused to even look in his direction. Oli gulped as Alex slowly opened the lid of blue bucket number three. Alex squealed in joy as she tipped the confetti over Oli's blonde hair. Bryan looked at her confused, she was taking the game far too seriously for his liking. The confetti clung to Oli's wet skin and recovering herself, Alex opened up the back of his sodden shirt. Tipping the last remaining confetti down his back, Alex sighed, "I've escaped!" Alex then picked up her answer card once again. "Hard luck Ariah. But six points from three rounds isn't too bad. You're now half way there. The correct answers were Beryllium and Barium. The others were all alkaline metals not Alkaline earth metals, whatever difference that makes. Jack opened his mouth to explain before Yasmin playfully slapped him across the chest. Continuing, Alex added, "So Bryan and Jack got lucky this time, unlike Felicia!" Bryan glanced over at Jack, feeling immensely relieved. They were the only ones still clean, yet with Jack already having danced around like a chicken, Bryan, was in truth, really the only one left unscathed.

Alex noticed the palpable relief on the two clean boys' faces. "Right, Ariah, now for question four. Which three of the following titles are books in Enid Blyton's Famous Five series?" The friends flipped over their charts once more. Oli's read "Five go down to the coast", Bryan's "Five go on an adventure", Taylor's "Five get into a fix", Felicia's "Five go to Smugglers top", Jack's "Five go to Billycock farm" and Yasmin's "Five get into trouble". Ariah smiled. "Taylor, don't think that I didn't notice you hand Felicia the pink stool at the start. You wanted her to have that one, didn't you? So, judging by events so far, I'm going to start with 'Five go to smuggler's top'." "You cannot be serious", bellowed Felicia who suddenly realised what was going on. Furthermore, she'd read all the famous five books as a child, so she knew that she was in trouble. Taylor shrugged. She had meant to give the pink stool to Alex, but Felicia had been flirting with her boyfriend, so she had changed her mind and given it to the strawberry blonde instead.

Sure enough, Alex threw the bucket of red paint straight at her face before pouring the rest of it over her luscious hair and directly onto her lap. For the first time since the game began, Felicia began to laugh. She looked ridiculous, she knew that. But despite everything, she was starting to have a great time. She and Alex were outsiders, the other five were all really close friends. Felicia remembered back to when she'd had a bucket of ketchup chucked over her at the charity football match. It had been disgusting at the time, but she'd really enjoyed the whole event, despite being hauled over to the stocks. She realised that she actually quite liked being gunged. Yes, she was being targeted, but she'd been trying to chat up all of the boys and the girls had clearly resented that. She realised that Alex had been using her and that she had taken all of the flak. Alex, in contrast, was still bone dry. Felicia thought she could change that. She flicked her hair back and shook her head to the right. Red paint flew off towards Alex, but the raven-haired host saw her coming. Jumping out of the way, Alex watched as Taylor caught a splatter of paint straight in the face. Felicia, looked over at the brunette and laughed. "Sorry Taylor, that's karma for you." To make matters worse, Alex shook the final few dregs of paint over Taylor, who harrumphed in displeasure at being picked on yet again.

Laughing wildly from inside the tank, Ariah continued, "Now I think that "Five get into trouble" sounds familiar so sorry Yasmin." The fact that Felicia instantly gave Ariah the thumbs up meant that Yasmin knew she was about to get messy. Alex picked up red bucket number four and gently poured the thick lumpy custard down onto Yasmin's pale head of hair. She made sure to coat the entire back of Yasmin's neck which thus far had remained relatively clean. As she did so, another piece of paper fluttered to the floor. "Not again", yelped Yasmin, realising that another forfeit was heading her way. Alex read the forfeit to herself first and pursed her lips in astonishment. "Oh Yasmin, you're not going to like this!" "Oh no", Yasmin cried out, in trepidation. "Yasmin, you have to take off your knickers and sit down on a pie for the rest of the game." Yasmin turned bright red in embarrassment. Suddenly, Felicia didn't feel so hard done by after all. Shyly, Yasmin stood up and swiftly pushed down her lace knickers down to her toes, flashing Jack a view of her right thigh in the process. "Nice panties Yasmin", joked Taylor. Alex then picked up the knickers and hid them away before selecting a banoffee pie and placing it on Yasmin's stool. Yasmin tried to hold down her skirt as she lowered herself down. To her great embarrassment she found that her skirt was so short it wouldn't protect her crotch from the pie. As she sat down a loud squelch indicated that the cream and caramel made contact with her thighs. To her great relief, her skirt was just long enough to hide her nether regions from her friends, but as she fidgeted she only resulted in rubbing the banoffee into her groins. Gasping, Yasmin felt the cream shoot up inside her labia and over her clitoris. Recognising Yasmin's pained expression from earlier, Ariah chuckled and called out, "Yasmin, you naughty little minx. Enjoying yourself, are you?" Yasmin, scooped up a slither of the pie onto her little finger and seductively licked it, before reply, "Ariah, I sure am!"

"Glad to hear it," joked her freckled friend, before adding, "Now Billycock farm also sounds familiar, so I'll go with that one too." Jack stopped staring at Yasmin's crotch and gulped. Ariah picked up the bucket and tipped it over his head. But luckily for Jack, it was confetti. Felicia wished that she'd chosen his chair. He still wasn't messy, how was that fair? Alex looked at her answer sheet. "I'm afraid the book you were thinking of was 'Five go to Billycock Hill'. Taylor's was the correct answer, the rest were all made up, apparently. So, after four rounds you've scored eight out of twelve. You've got a bit of work to do if Taylor's going to take a plunge in the chocolate."

Alex cleared her throat before continuing with the game. "Question five. Which three of the following events comprise parts of the heptathlon?" The gang all eagerly flicked over their charts. Oli's read "shot put", Bryan's "800m", Taylor's "100m", Felicia's "high jump", Jack's "triple jump" and Yasmin's "discus". Unlike Taylor and Felicia, Ariah had never really been sporty at school. Thinking for a moment she concluded, "Well since Felicia's got messy in every round, let's start with her. So, for my first answer, I choose the high jump."

Alex opened pink bucket five and immediately noticed the forfeit. Seeing that it had "don't pour yet" written over it, Alex immediately put down the bucket. "What's going on?" Asked Ariah confused, before adding, "What's in the bucket?" "Oh, strawberry yoghurt", replied Alex nonchalantly. Opening the forfeit, Alex quickly read it silently to herself. "Wow Felicia, you might just escape away clean this time", she announced, "but I'm afraid you've got a bit of a dilemma." "Oh, why?" Felicia asked, fluttering her eyelids. "You get to pour the yoghurt over the contestant of your choice" "Oh excellent," Felicia interrupted, before Alex cut back over her again, "But, you've also got to snog them." "Oh okay", added Felicia, perturbed. Felicia really did have a dilemma. Oli was Taylor's boyfriend, whilst Jack and Bryan were clearly besotted with Yasmin and Ariah. Earlier in the evening, she had thought nothing about flirting with Bryan and Oli. But now, she had grown to like the girls who were her competition. Well, Ariah and Yasmin anyway. Taylor was a bit standoffish, but even she didn't deserve to have her boyfriend snogged in front of her.

After a moment's hesitation, Felicia finally made her decision. Oli was the most attractive but he was the only one with a solid girlfriend. Sighing, she called out, "Sorry Ariah, but I choose Bryan." Ariah suddenly looked concerned. But fortunately, Bryan refused. "No, sorry, absolutely not. No offence Felicia, but my heart's already taken." "Well, if that's the case, you'll have to take a forfeit", added Alex, enjoying herself as the host. "Alright, how about this then?" asked Bryan, before moving towards Oli and smacking a kiss on his lips. "My, my", fawned Felicia. "That will certainly do", added Alex in return. "Hey, but what about Felicia?" asked Ariah. "She still hasn't kissed anyone yet." "Good point", replied Alex. "Any takers?" "Again, no offence Felicia, but no thanks", replied Oli, much to Taylor's relief. All eyes turned to Jack. "Oh, erm, err" he squealed, before Yasmin interrupted him, "I'll do it!" she screamed.

"Alright then", gawked Alex, before handing Felicia the bucket of strawberry yoghurt. Felicia stood up and gently tiptoed over to Yasmin. After a moment's hesitation, she lowered herself down onto Yasmin's lap. Putting the yoghurt down for a moment, she leant into kiss Yasmin on the lips. Their tongues intertwining, Felicia held her pose for almost ten seconds before picking up the yoghurt and pouring half of it over Yasmin's sticky head of hair. As the yoghurt began to dribble down her forehead, Felicia leant in to kiss her once again. Not yet satisfied, Felicia opened up the front of Yasmin's dress and poured the remainder of the yoghurt down over her breasts. Leaning in to kiss Yasmin one final time, Felicia, with both her hands, scooped up part of the banoffee pie from off the stool. Her left hand she slipped inside the neckline of the teenager's dress and slowly she began to caress the nubile youngster's heaving chest.

Felicia slipped her right hand under Yasmin's skirt. Tentatively at first, she began to rub the banoffee pie over Yasmin's aching sweet spot. Taking care not to expose Yasmin's womanhood to the others, Felicia slipped her hand inside Yasmin's vagina. Yasmin let out a sweet moan as Felicia began to slowly run her finger up inside her. Entranced, Jack couldn't take his eyes off the pair. Oh, how he wished he was Felicia right now. How did she have the nerve to do it? In front of so many people as well. "Oh my God, ladies get a room", stammered Ariah, from inside the gunge tank. "Girls, that's enough", cried Alex, who despite her protestations, was actually feeling quite turned on. "Goodness, I don't think I can ever look at sweet innocent Yasmin in the same way ever again", purred Taylor, impressed. Oli looked jealously over at Jack. Why couldn't have Taylor offered herself to Felicia in the same way? Felicia slipped off Yasmin's lap and splodged a dollop of banoffee pie on the blonde girl's nose. Keeping it there, Yasmin giggled. She'd now made out with two different girls in just the one night. Her experience back home with Ariah had been the more passionate and tender, but her encounter with Felicia had been more illicit and daring. To show the astonished Ariah that their encounter had meant far more, catching her eye, she pointed at her best friend before arrowing her hands back towards her chest and drawing a heart sign. But as Jack turned to look at her, poor Yasmin simply blushed and looked away. Why hadn't he flat out refused Felicia, just like Bryan and Oli? He should have instantly had said no. Yasmin knew he was nervous, that's why she rescued him by offering to take his place. But he'd have to earn his way back into her heart, if he ever expected to receive anything as amorous, kinky or erotic as what he had just seen.

"Right, we'd better get back on with the game", continued Alex. "Ariah, what's your next guess?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure that shot put is also in the heptathlon, sorry Oli", Ariah replied. "Oh bugger", cried the blonde, knowing he was in trouble. Soon enough dark green gunge came gushing down all over him. "About time", Ariah thought to herself, "it's only fair that some of the boys also get messy." But then her attention turned over to Bryan. Like Jack, he was also completely clean. He'd had to kiss Oli, but that was it. But now, Ariah was pretty sure that heptathlons always ended with the 800m. Since that was his answer, Bryan would have to get gunged. But she didn't want to humiliate him, she didn't want to spoil her chances with him by upsetting him. Taylor would go ballistic if she found out and irately lecture her about feminism and the subjugation of women. But Ariah didn't want Bryan to get gunged. That was her gift to him. In return, he could delay asking her out until after Jack had plucked up the courage to ask Yasmin out first instead. But how could she tell Bryan this, without the others finding out? She was still trapped in the gunge tank after all. "Erm, I reckon the final answer is 100m", Ariah lied, whilst pretending to look confused. Even though that was her answer, Taylor didn't look even the slightest bit concerned. She started to boastfully shout out, "Wrong! It's the 100m hurdles silly. Didn't you ever pay attention during the Olympics?" But she was interrupted by a bucketful of confetti raining down upon her and sticking to her honey coated hair. Embarrassed, Taylor scooped up the confetti that had somehow found its way onto her chest. Flicking it at Felicia, she added, "Still, Ariah, I'm surprised. I thought you would have known."

Alex meanwhile, counted up Ariah's score. "You have ten out of fifteen correct answers. You need to score two on the final round to send beautiful Taylor here into the vat of chocolate next door. Good luck." Ariah pointed over at Taylor as if to say, "I'm taking you down." Taylor, pretended not to look at all concerned. But inside, she was a mess. Despite the honey, she hadn't really got that messy yet, certainly not in comparison to Felicia or Yasmin. But she certainly didn't want to be the victim of its grand finale. Especially as she'd organised the game in the first place after all.

"Final question", began Alex. "Which three of the following numbers are also prime numbers?" Ariah gasped. She was rubbish at maths. She was doomed. The gang flipped over their charts for the final time. Oli's read "93", Bryan's "57", Taylor's "47", Felicia's "1", Jack's "83" and Yasmin's "41".

Not wanting to just give up, Ariah strained to remember what prime numbers were. Searching the depths of her brain, she suddenly recollected a long-forgotten memory. In year eight, she'd had to do some pair work with Oli because Yasmin and Taylor had been in a higher maths set. They'd been tasked to write a rap about prime numbers and theirs had been absolutely dreadful. It had gone something like, "Listen everyone, our maths rulebook about prime numbers doesn't weigh a tonne, a prime number can only be divided evenly by itself and one." They'd been made to stand up in front of the class and perform it in front of everybody. She'd been ever so embarrassed and couldn't look Oli in the eye again for at least a month afterwards. Losing her inhibitions, she began to hum it to herself. Hearing the verses for the first time in years, Oli shouted, "Wow, Ariah you remembered it! Didn't we have so much fun performing the rap in assembly?" Ariah rolled her eyes dramatically. "I wouldn't choose the word fun", she admitted. She had forgotten about the assembly. It had been so traumatic at the time that she had tried to pretend that it had never happened. But now Oli had reawakened that painful memory and she blushed bright red.

Recovering herself, she continued, "Anyhow, by the logic of my funny little rap, I think it's fair to say that one is indeed a prime number. So sorry Felicia, for the sixth time!" Alex opened up pink bucket number six and slowly tiptoed over to Felicia. In a bid to add tension, she cradled her arms over its rim to prevent the others from looking inside. Slowly, she raised it over Felicia's head and tipped it over. Confetti came raining down upon her, sticking to the red paint that had come before.

"Get in!" Shouted Taylor, overjoyed. "I knew you'd get this one wrong. Prime numbers have to have two different factors, one only has one factor, itself. No wonder you weren't in the top maths set, if you had been, you would have known. 41, 47 and 83 are the prime numbers here. Hard luck." Alex rechecked her answer sheet just in case Taylor had been wrong. She wasn't. Alex had been desperate to dunk the stuck-up brunette in the vat of chocolate, how could Ariah have been so stupid? Even she knew that one wasn't a prime number and she'd never paid attention at school.

Oli also looked a fair bit disappointed, he'd been really looking forward to gaining his revenge on his girlfriend. During the game, he'd even had more messy buckets poured over him, which hardly seemed fair. Jack looked over at Bryan, by some miracle they were both still entirely clean. Bryan, in return, gave his friend a thumbs up and shot Oli a commiserating look. Yet, decided against patting him on the back, because he didn't want to get his hands messy now they had finished the game. Felicia breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been absolutely destroyed tonight, so it felt great to escape the mess right at the end.

Suddenly, Felicia felt an itch down the small of her back. Reaching round to scratch herself, she felt the small prick of a piece of paper, lodged inside her top. Sighing, she realised that she'd found another forfeit. She thought about trying to hide it from everyone, but that wasn't in the spirit of the game. She looked over at Yasmin, who was still laughing and smiling despite being similarly destroyed. Yasmin had accepted the second of her forfeits, to prevent Jack from becoming a mess. Felicia felt that she owed it to Yasmin, if her dress and hair were incredibly messy, she wanted her conscience at least to come clean. Sighing, Felicia announced, "Hang on guys, I think I've found another forfeit."

Taylor sat up confused. She couldn't remember putting any forfeits into pink bucket number six. But she'd been in a rush, having to go back home and get ready, so perhaps she'd put a forfeit in the wrong bucket. Sighing, she wondered which one it was.

Without reading it, Felicia handed the final forfeit to Alex. Skim reading it to herself first, Alex cried out in shock, "My goodness, this is horrendous." Now Alex thoroughly enjoyed subjecting her friends to demeaning punishments, but this final dare was far worse than even she could ever have dared to dream up. Guiltily, Alex just continued to stare at Felicia, unsure of how to respond.

"What do you mean horrendous? Just how bad is it?" asked Felicia, really quite scared and somewhat regretting her newly found honesty. Composing herself, Alex replied, "Well, it's by far the worst one." Plucking up all her courage, Felicia mumbled, "Alright, let me have it." But then, a strange glint shot across Alex's eyes. "Well actually, there's no need for you to look so worried Felicia. Your forfeit is to kiss and strip another of the contestants naked and then pour all the remaining buckets over them." Felicia took a moment to comprehend what she had just heard. Figuring it out, her pained, worried expression vanished and her wild vamp like aura returned. Rubbing her hands together in glee, she shrilled, "Alright then, I choose Taylor!" Taylor gasped in horror. That forfeit had been meant for green bucket number six. But at the last minute, thinking it was going too far, she'd had a change of heart and chucked it onto the floor. She'd meant to pick it up when she and Bryan had moved all the buckets to underneath the parachute, but clearly, she had forgotten to do so. Bryan had seen her writing the forfeits earlier, perhaps he thought he was being helpful, thinking that she had mistakenly left one of them on the floor. Bryan, in deep thought, seemed to confirm her great suspicions. Pink bucket number six had seemed eerily familiar, guiltily it slowly dawned on him exactly why. Bryan, opened his mouth as if to say something, but figuring that the tables might get turned at his expense, chose to remain quiet about his unhelpful intervention. Taylor meanwhile, realised that she wouldn't be able to prove her innocence, for it would be in her own handwriting after all.

Suddenly, Yasmin tried to jump to her friend's aid. "Guys, I know that Taylor tricked us all into getting messy, but isn't this taking it all a bit too far?" "Hang on a minute", cried Felicia. "Both you, I and Ariah have been gunged at least four times. If Taylor requires a forfeit she must face the consequences. It's only fair." "But Bryan backed out of a forfeit earlier, now that would hardly be fair", continued Yasmin. "Oh, screw this", cried out Bryan, before marching up to Felicia and kissing her on the lips. "Satisfied?" he asked Yasmin, accusingly. Ariah shot Yasmin a dirty look, how dare she force her Bryan into kissing the opposition. How would she like it if it was Jack who kissed Felicia instead? Instantly, Yasmin realised her mistake. Keen to atone, turning to Felicia she added, "On second thoughts, Taylor should definitely receive the rest of the gunge. You're right, it is only fair."

Keen to take control of the situation, Oli bellowed, "Guys stop arguing". Lowering his voice, he continued, "How about we all get cleaned up and then when you're ready, you girls can dole out the punishment to Taylor on your own. She deserves some privacy, at the very least don't you think? "Sounds fair", added Alex, "but do you guys actually have any spare clean clothes?" "Erm, I don't think I do", admitted Yasmin. "Me neither", added Ariah. Bryan however, looked piercingly at Taylor. "Go on, tell them", he demanded. "Guys don't fret", the brunette began. "I actually packed you all a few spare clothes to get changed into afterwards. I can't promise they're the right sizes however." "Great", replied Felicia, "but I vote that Taylor has to stay in that dress. I'm looking forward to tearing it off her." "But she's still really messy", added Jack. "Don't you want her to start her punishment clean?" "Good point", replied Alex. "Why don't we stick her in the gunge tank and pour buckets of freezing water over her to clean her up?" "Alright, but we'll have to drain the tank", Oli concluded, before Ariah added, "And let me out first!"

Upon Taylor's bitter instruction, Alex went to collect all the spare clothes. Oli made Ariah remain in the gunge tank until it was fully drained, in case any of the gunge splashed out onto his toes. Once the door was opened, Ariah dashed out so fast that she almost knocked poor Oli to the floor. Felicia then pushed Taylor inside and locked the door. "You can stay in here until we're all ready. When Alex gets back, she can guard you until we return." Bryan and Jack meanwhile filled up all the empty buckets with water, whilst all the others went off to get changed.

Taylor had been kind enough to Oli to pack his own clothes to get changed into. So, in the privacy of the men's toilets, he tore off his sodden shirt and tailored trousers and changed into an old rugby jersey and tracksuit bottoms. In contrast, the girls were far less lucky. Yasmin, Ariah and Felicia had to suffer the indignity of slipping into tight fitting light pink tank tops and extremely short white pleated skirts. But they were all in Taylor's size and she was by the smallest of the four girls. Poor Felicia was six inches taller than the brunette, so her navel was left partially exposed and her skirt barely covered her hips at all. Furthermore, Taylor hadn't packed them any bras for them to change into either, but at least Ariah and Felicia had been allowed to change into a pair of clean white knickers. Yasmin, having been made to take off her panties during an earlier forfeit, was forced to remain commando. Ariah tried to argue her case, but Taylor wouldn't tell her where she had hidden the other knickers until she had relented.

Alex remained in her sleeveless, white pimkie cheesecloth top and her yellow ruffled A-line skirt. Taylor had no option but to keep wearing her pink, strapless, backless cross, cocktail party, mini dress. But at least she still looked fabulous, unlike everyone else.

When everyone had returned, the boys insisted on remaining until Taylor had by the very least been thoroughly washed clean. Feeling brave, Jack put his arm around Yasmin, who in return snuggled up against his chest. Jack realised that he could see her nipples through the thin material of her top. Yasmin caught him staring and, in a bid, to look away, he twisted his neck to the right. But this only resulted in him staring down the front of her top instead. Unperturbed, Yasmin giggled and kissed him on the lips. Not to be outdone, Ariah strode over to Bryan and threaded her left arm around his waist. In reply, Bryan kissed her on the cheek. Feeling short changed, Ariah took hold of his right hand and placed it on her bum. Reading the signs, Bryan couldn't resist giving her behind a little squeeze. Cupping her chin with his left hand, he passionately kissed her again, this time on the lips. Now fully competing with her best friend, Yasmin took hold of Jack's right hand and guided it down the back of her skirt. Jack had never touched a girl there before, the illicit thrill of Yasmin's smooth, velvety bare skin, proved almost too much for him to take. But Yasmin kept his hand steady, and gaining confidence, he began to caress her pert behind. Ariah looked over at Yasmin and smiled. It was now nip and tuck over who would lose their bet. It was surely only a matter of moments until one of them was officially asked out.

But they would have to wait, just for a moment anyway. Oli beckoned Felicia, who was feeling a pang of jealousy towards the young lovers, forward to pull the yellow cord. Felicia sauntered towards him and blew Taylor a kiss before pulling down on the cord as hard as she could. Taylor screamed as the freezing liquid obliterated her perfect head of hair. Engulfed by the incessant streams of water, Taylor began to hop from side to side in a bid to escape the flow. Keen to stop her, Felicia pulled down on the purple cord, causing a jet of water to shoot against her shoulder blades. Oli opened up the window at the top of the tank and threw a bottle of shower gel to his girlfriend. Unsure at first, Taylor decided to go with it and began to work up a lather around her body. Choosing to turn her back to her friends as she washed her chest clean, Felicia pulled down on the purple cord once again, causing a second stream of water to explode over her breasts. After five minutes, her pale skin glistening and her voluminous hair as sodden as could be, Taylor asked to be let out. Not thinking, Felicia opened up the front of the tank without draining it first. Four inches of water promptly poured down over her bare toes causing her to jump up in shock. Luckily, she had just enough sense about her to scurry away before the dripping Taylor could embrace her. Oli handed Ariah a towel and she began to wipe her friend clean. Just as Ariah was beginning to wipe the towel against Taylor's breasts, Oli signalled to Bryan and Jack that it was time for them to depart. Jack entangled himself from Yasmin and kissed her on the lips. Turning to Felicia, who was herself trying to towel her feet dry, Oli urged, "Don't go too hard on her, we'll be back in an hour to help you clean up, so try to be finished by then." Bryan cleared his throat and turning to Ariah began to ask, "Ariah tomorrow, would" Before Oli interrupted him, exclaiming, "Come on Bryan, hurry up!"

As soon as the boys had departed, Ariah slipped the towel underneath Taylor's flimsy, sodden dress. Just like she had rubbed Yasmin clean hours earlier, Ariah forcefully rubbed the towel up and down Taylor's chest. Once she had finished, she lifted up the back of Taylor's skirt. "Wow, nice panties", she chortled before beginning to wipe the brunette's thighs up and down. Once she had finished, she tossed the damp towel to the side. Turning to Felicia, she announced, "Girl, she's all yours."

Sexily, Felicia sauntered over towards Taylor and slicked back a few stray strands of hair behind her left ear. She then took hold of Taylor's chin and tipped her face back. Positioning her spare hand on Taylor's hip, Felicia bent forward and began to kiss her lips. Feeling empowered, Felicia stuck her tongue inside Taylor's mouth and began to caress Taylor's own. After twenty seconds, Felicia pulled away and bent down, before kissing Taylor on her bare shoulders and the top of her chest. She then took hold of Taylor's left strap and pulled it down over her shoulder. Trembling, Taylor stood motionless as Felicia pulled down her remaining strap, before the older woman eased down the front of her dress, exposing her chest. Moving to the side, Felicia then took hold of the pink skirt and pulled Taylor's dress down to the floor. Nervous, Taylor gingerly shifted her feet. Felicia then placed her fingers inside Taylor's panties and eased them down her legs. Taylor instinctively placed her left hand over her bush and her right arm across her chest. But Felicia slowly eased her hands away, leaving her fully exposed, in front of all her closest friends. Felicia, still holding Taylor's left arm down by her side, slapped the nubile teenager on her derriere. Felicia moved behind the brunette and began to kiss her on the back of the neck. The strawberry blonde then began to cup Taylor's left breast before lifting up her right arm and kissing it from her wrist to her shoulder blade. Taylor blushed. Her friends were all scrutinizing her naked body. She was being judged. Felicia bent down and kissed her backside. Startled, Taylor caught Yasmin glancing down at her bush. Catching her eye, Taylor smiled and slowly her inhibitions began to ebb away.

Once she was fully relaxed and at ease, Taylor turned to Felicia and asked, "What are you waiting for? Let me have it!" Felicia smiled and looked over at the others. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Girls, by my reckoning, we have twenty-one buckets left. Would you like to share them out?" "Yes please", chorused Ariah and Yasmin together. Alex meanwhile, was barely listening. This was the second time that she had seen Taylor naked, except this time she was rather pleased. Her ex clearly had good taste in women, she would give her that. Taylor was simply stunning, in every way.

Alex divided the buckets up so that Felicia would have six and the others would all have five. It was also decided that Felicia would go first. Taylor sat back down on her orange stool and crossed her legs. But Felicia slapped her thighs and told her to uncross them. Taylor sighed, her dignity would have no place to hide. Felicia picked up the first bucket and lifted it up over Taylor's head. To the strawberry blonde's great frustration, confetti came tumbling down over Taylor's flowing hair. But to her great relief, as soon as Felicia picked up the second bucket, she knew it was a messy one. Sure enough, it contained melted strawberry ice cream. Felicia directed it over Taylor's hair, shoulders and breasts, ensuring that her cleavage received an extra thorough coating. The third and fourth buckets also contained confetti, which at the very least stuck to Taylor's sticky pale skin. Frustrated, Felicia shook the fifth bucket. She couldn't believe it, it also contained confetti. Almost angry at her bad luck, she threw the confetti straight at Taylor's chest. But her mood instantly lightened when she noticed a forfeit come flying out and thumping into Taylor's right nipple. Felicia greedily picked it up and began to read it out loud. "Do ten push ups, on top of a pie!"

Felicia selected a strawberry cheesecake and placed it on the floor. She then took Taylor by the hand and bade her to stand up. Scrutinizing Taylor's naked body, she looked her up and down. She then strode back over to the selection of pies and picked up a tiramisu, which she placed a few feet away from the cheesecake, on the floor. Felicia turned to Taylor and demanded, "I think, I've got your measurements right, now drop down and give me ten." Taylor glanced down at the floor. The two pies were roughly the same distance apart as her face was from her crotch. She bent down and positioned her face a few feet above the cheesecake. Felicia then slightly adjusted the tiramisu and slapped Taylor on the bum. As Taylor was fairly sporty, she would have no problems doing the push ups. But every time she lowered her face into the cheesecake, she also splatted her crotch into the creamy tiramisu. Soon her entire womanhood was covered in mascarpone and her face was stained strawberry red. On the ninth push up, Felicia rather unhelpfully stood with one foot over Taylor's backside. Pushing down upon her, she ground Taylor's bush into the tiramisu. On the final push up, Felicia slammed a caramel cream pie over her backside. Shocked from the impact, as Taylor eased herself up onto her elbows, she was powerless to prevent Felicia slam one final custard pie into her face. The custard exploded over her cheeks and shot up her nose. Gingerly she sat back down on her stool. There were still another seven messy buckets to go.

To Taylor's great relief, Felicia's final bucket also contained confetti. Disappointed, she dropped the bucket to the ground and bade Alex forward to take her place. To her immense pleasure, Alex's first bucket contained bright orange gunge. She placed it down by the orange stool and lifted up Taylor's left leg. Gently, she eased her foot into the bucket and began to wipe the orange slime up her leg. Once her entire leg was covered, she removed Taylor's left foot and replaced it with her right. Soon, Taylor's entire bottom half was coated in orange slime.

Alex's second and third buckets contained only confetti, but the fourth however enclosed rice pudding. Alex took hold of Taylor's face by her hair and plunged her, forehead first, deep inside the bucket. After a few seconds, she let Taylor come back up for air. Making fun of her own ghostly white appearance, Taylor bleated out a half joking, "Baa!" Yasmin laughed, she did really look like a sheep right now. Alex chortled also, before plunging Taylor's face deep down inside the bucket yet again. Keeping the teenager's face submerged, Alex began to tip the bucket, and thus Taylor, upright. The rim of the bucket still around her neck, rice pudding came flooding down her chest as Alex made her sit up straight.

To her great satisfaction, Alex discovered another forfeit sticking to the back of Taylor's head. This time, the forfeit contained only one word: "Twerk." Watching from the side, Yasmin collapsed into a fit of giggles. "No, I can't, it would be too embarrassing", complained Taylor. "Hey, you wrote the forfeits, not me!" replied Alex, incredulously. "How about I join her?" Asked Yasmin sweetly. "Alright then, I accept", agreed Taylor, keen to have her friend's support.

Together the two girls began to gyrate, with Taylor dancing behind Yasmin. Losing themselves in the moment, they seductively shook their hips up and down at a truly ferocious rate. Taylor, in particular was an excellent dancer. She was incredibly supple and athletic and her breasts bounced as thrusted her hips back and forth. Felicia could tell that the two of them had previously practised twerking together and noted that Ariah didn't seem even the remotest bit surprised. After a while, it appeared that they even had a sort of routine going, as Yasmin began to twerk up against Taylor's waist. Taylor however, soon regretted not allowing Yasmin to wear any knickers. For her skirt bounced up as she twerked, exposing her rear directly in front of her poor friend's face. The teenagers continued to dance together, until panting, Yasmin admitted that she could twerk no more. As Yasmin tried to regain her breath, Taylor cuddled up beside her and draped her right arm around her waist. Whispering to Yasmin, Taylor began, "Just as a little thank you, I thought I'd give you this." As Yasmin turned towards her, her friend suddenly smashed a lemon meringue pie into her face. Taylor twisted the pie over and around her pretty features, until letting it go, it slowly slipped down onto her chest. Alex tried to hand Yasmin a custard pie to retaliate with, but blinded by the meringue, she was helpless to prevent Taylor stealing it off her and slamming it onto the top of her head. Taylor massages the pie crust into her scalp before slapping the pretty blonde on her behind. Laughing Yasmin scuttled off back to Ariah, who try as she might, couldn't keep a straight face.

Alex's final bucket contained only confetti. Disappointed, she called out, "Yasmin, it's your turn" and the nubile young teen scurried back over to take her place. Yasmin looked over at the five buckets that Alex had set aside for her. Bending down, she selected as her first bucket, orange bucket number three. Having by now wiped most of the meringue off her face, she pecked Taylor on the cheek. Opening up the bucket, she poured the confetti over Taylor's shimmering hair. Instantly, Ariah noticed a forfeit tumble onto the floor. Excited, Yasmin bent over to pick it up. Greedily, she read the forfeit to herself. "Oh no! Does this mean what I think it means?" she cried out, afraid. Taylor snatched the forfeit from her friend's hands. Reading it, she furrowed her brow. It certainly wasn't in her handwriting. But it gave her a means of escape, so she certainly wasn't going to complain. Ariah called out, "What does it say?" Taylor paused, before intoning, "It says, 'Swap places with the question master'!" Taylor jumped up and yanking Yasmin down by the hand, forced her to take her place. "Oh Yasmin, you do realise that there are another five messy buckets and a whole host of nasty forfeits still to go!" She cried. Meanwhile, it suddenly dawned on Alex just what she had done. She had written that forfeit, not Taylor. It made no sense for Taylor to have written it either, for it risked her getting messy. Why did none of the others realise this? She thought she ought to own up, but they might make her take Yasmin's place. Feeling guilty, she chose to remain silent as Yasmin held her face in her hands.

Having had a major stroke of good fortune, Taylor looked over at the four buckets of Yasmin's that still remained. Suddenly, spying purple bucket number five, she vaguely remembered what was inside. Yasmin had been such a good friend to her this evening. She had routinely jumped to her defence. She didn't deserve what was about to happen to her, but what could Taylor do? These were the rules of the game. Taylor tore the lid off the purple bucket and fished inside for the forfeit that she knew was there. As Taylor pulled the forfeit out, red slime dripped onto the floor. Yasmin got ready to brace herself, realising that she was about to be gunged.

Taylor put her hand on her friend's shoulder and almost apologetically began, "Yasmin, I'm ever so sorry for having to do this to you, but for your next forfeit, we have to swap clothes." At the time, Taylor thought it would be funny to see one of the boys wearing her dress. But it wasn't so funny for Yasmin now that was for sure. "But you're not wearing any", she shrieked, confused. "I know", replied Taylor, before adding, "Right Yasmin, now it's your turn to get nude."

Taylor lifted the pink tank top off Yasmin's head. Yasmin bravely stood up, allowing Taylor to pull her skirt to the floor. Blushing, Yasmin put her hands in front of her crotch, but Taylor batted them away. "Sorry Yasmin, if I didn't get to keep my modesty, neither should you." Still naked, Taylor lifted up the bucket of red gunge and poured it down over Yasmin's face and her quivering chest. Yasmin's breasts wobbled as the red slime poured down all over them. She sighed as the gunge ran over her crotch. Her womanhood beginning to tingle, Yasmin suddenly became enthused in confidence. She'd never realised before today just how much she enjoyed getting messy. Plus she really couldn't beat getting messy amongst her friends. If there was anybody who she would like to gunge her, it would be Ariah or Taylor. Yasmin reminded herself that Ariah had already seen her completely naked once tonight. Furthermore, there was no shame in the female body. She was truly beautiful, although yes, her breasts were rather small.

Taylor hesitated before putting on the tank top and skirt. "Taylor, what's the problem?" asked Ariah, confused. "She doesn't want to put on the clothes whilst still messy", answered Alex, reading the brunette's mind. "Here, let me help you with that", joked Felicia as she tipped a bucket of water over Taylor's head. The brunette screamed as the cold water poured down over her loins, but she was glad that Alex soon followed it up with another one, as she was able to wipe her face and breasts clean. Ariah then handed her a towel and she dried herself down. Almost as good as new, Taylor then greedily slipped on Yasmin's tank top and skirt.

Taylor bade Yasmin to sit back down before selecting yet another bucket filled with gunge. Eagerly, she tipped the dark blue slime over Yasmin's hair and down the small of her back. Her final two buckets contained confetti, which began to pool over and around Yasmin's crotch. Taylor kissed her cute blonde friend on the cheek. Whispering, she purred, "Don't worry Yasmin, there are still another three messy buckets left."

It was finally time for Ariah to take her turn. Trapped in the tank for most of the night, she'd had to wait almost the entire evening for her turn to get anyone messy. Boy, she was glad it was Yasmin. Ariah picked up her first bucket and immediately turned it over Yasmin's head. A packet of four iced cupcakes fell out onto her lap. Ariah tore open the packet and immediately began wiping the green cupcake over her forehead and cheeks. Ariah then splattered a red cupcake straight into Yasmin's nose, before wiping it across her lips. Ariah then lent in and licked the icing off her mouth. Playfully reciprocating, Yasmin kissed her friend on the lips. Ariah then licked the red icing off Yasmin's nose before kissing her on the cheek once more. Picking up the final two cupcakes together, she began to wipe them over Yasmin's breasts. Ariah playfully tickled Yasmin's newly yellow and green nipples, causing Yasmin to collapse into such hysterics that she rather ungracefully slipped off her stool.

Once Yasmin had rather embarrassingly picked herself off the floor, Ariah picked up her second bucket and tipped it over Yasmin's head. Confetti came shooting down, as did yet another forfeit. "Oh, this is a nice easy one Yasmin", cooed Ariah. "You're going to get tickled by a feather duster!" Having been friends for over ten years, Ariah knew exactly where Yasmin was the most ticklish. Heading straight for the soles of her feet she began to torture the poor blonde as she gripped the edges of the stool. Yasmin wasn't going to fall off for a second time that was for sure. With relish, Ariah began to tickle Yasmin in between her toes, moving the duster up and down from her heel to her big toe. Once Yasmin had begged for mercy, Ariah moved onto her armpits. Holding her friend's left arm in the air, she rotated the feather duster in a circular pattern until the blonde teenager cried out, "Please, please, no more!" Not yet content, Ariah wiped the duster up and down Yasmin's face before pretending to put it down. But no sooner had Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief than Ariah began to tickle her on the bum. Yasmin jumped up in shock and Ariah kissed her in the neck, whispering, "Yasmin, do keep still."

The third bucket contained confetti. Keen to keep things moving, Ariah simply threw it down Yasmin's back. The fourth bucket contained a carton of six eggs and also a forfeit, which Ariah eagerly read out aloud. "Yasmin, for your next challenge, you must put on a pie bikini!" Yasmin jumped up off her stool, there were five caramel cream pies remaining. The first one Ariah splatted straight into her behind. Rubbing it up and down, she whispered to Yasmin, "Gee, it seems like we've been here before!" Yasmin giggled as Ariah slammed the second pie into her crotch and continued laughing hysterically as Ariah approached her from behind and engulfed her breasts with two more pies. Ariah continued to grind the pies into Yasmin's cleavage until there was no crust left. She then picked up the final pie and threw it point blank into her best friend's face.

Once Yasmin was back sitting down, Ariah opened up the packet of eggs and one by one slammed them onto her glistening long blonde air. Ariah rubbed the egg yolk into Yasmin's scalp until not a single strand of hair was left untouched. She then playfully placed half a broken egg shell on Yasmin's creamy nose. It was now time for the final bucket. Yasmin took a deep breath as Ariah lifted it over her head. Plain white flour rained down over her viscous blonde locks. Ariah massaged the flour into the egg, and Yasmin sneezed casing her delightful, peaky breasts to suddenly bounce. Her face now deathly white, Yasmin cried out when she saw the final forfeit, "Oh no! Not another one!" Watching from the side, Taylor smiled, for she knew what was to come. Clutching the forfeit in triumph, Ariah read it out loud. "Yasmin for your final forfeit you must jump into the largest vat of chocolate in the factory next door!" Taylor smiled at Alex, knowing full well that she'd dodged the messiest punishment twice in one night.

Knowing the way, Taylor took Yasmin by the hand and led her to the factory room next door. The largest vat was approximately eight feet wide and six feet deep. The thick, milky chocolate currently rose up about half way up the side of the tank. Taylor gave her a playful slap on the behind and Yasmin jumped up onto the counter. Taylor climbed up beside her and told her to kneel down. "This way, you can go in face first!" Yasmin crouched down onto all fours and looked over the side of the vat. "I hope Yasmin can swim", joked Felicia rather unconcerned. Taylor edged towards her and placed both her hands on her behind. Feeling Taylor's cold hands against her delicate bare skin, Yasmin turned around and smiled. "Taylor, I'm ready" she announced, just as Taylor gleefully pushed her in.

Poor Yasmin disappeared face first into the gooey chocolatey heaven. Her entire body submerged, she vanished under the surface of the chocolate for over seven seconds. Then, thrashing wildly, she tried to stand up. But losing her balance, she immediately feel back in. Once Yasmin regained her footing, the scale of her obliteration was clear. She was covered head to toe in the creamy brown liquid. The gooey liquid had matted with her hair and her bush, which just peaked out over the surface of the chocolate. "Now stay there Yasmin, I haven't finished with you just yet", cackled Taylor as she gleefully flipped a switch.

As Yasmin wiped her eyes clean, she looked up to watch a large red tube rear over her head. Suddenly galloons of dark chocolate domed over her head, splattering against the top half of her body. Her chest turned a dark shade of brown as the chocolate continued to rain down upon the blonde. Yasmin screamed as slowly, the chocolate dribbled to a stop. But Taylor had only just begun. She flipped a second switch, causing a new tube to take the old one's place. Soon enough, gallons of marshmallow gushed down upon her, turning her front a sugary white. As the marshmallow intertwined with her pubic hair, Yasmin knew instantly that it would take days to fully wash it all out. Thinking Taylor had finished, Yasmin began to wring out her hair. Instead, a flood of caramel came crashing down upon her, catching her completely off guard. Looking upwards, her face was awash with the viscous sauce, which eagerly washed down over her skin. To complete her humiliation, one final tube roared into place. This time a shower of peanuts emptied over her skin. The peanuts tickled as they fell down upon her. Sticking her tongue out, she caught a few in her mouth. She was just crunching them in her teeth when she heard a sound. It was the boys.

"The girls must have finished by now, it's getting really late", announced Oli as he swung open the door. "No offence Oli, but I would have loved to have been there", admitted Bryan. Suddenly, the boys noticed the figure standing in the vat of chocolate. "Hang on, is that Yasmin?" cried Bryan. "Crikey, it is!" remarked Oli. "Plus, isn't she naked?" Yasmin screamed as she saw the boys walk through the door. Jack watched entranced, as he saw her cover her crotch and breasts with her hands. In a futile attempt to retain her friend's modesty, Taylor emptied another tube of dark chocolate over her friend's naked body. But this proved to be a mistake as it meant the boys couldn't keep their eyes off her.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" asked Alex incredulously. Taring his eyes away from Yasmin, Oli replied, "it's really late, we need to start packing up before the security guards come back." "Alright then, get on with it!" Alex snapped before marching the boys onto the warehouse floor. Jack turned around as he left, unable to tear his eyes away from Yasmin. In response, Alex shoved him violently in the back. With one hand, Taylor offered to help Yasmin out of the tank. But just as she was lifting her up, Taylor smashed a cherry cheesecake into her face. The cheesecake exploded over her cheeks and ran down her chest. Yasmin meanwhile lost her footing and slipped back under the surface of the chocolate once more. Her head peeking out of the chocolate, Yasmin called out, "I hope you don't mind, but is it okay if I go and have a shower whilst you guys all help clean up?"

Suddenly, Felicia realised that Alex hadn't got messy once all evening. "Hey, you're still wearing the same clean clothes that you came in. I think we should change that don't you?" "Not if I can help it", laughed Alex before darting past her and onto the warehouse floor. As Yasmin, swam around in the vat of chocolate, Taylor left her a bag containing the last clean towel and a blue satin lace night robe. "Try not to be too long Yasmin, have fun", Taylor cried as she and Ariah left her to herself, covered in the chocolate sauce.

Once Yasmin had had a shower, she tied the night robe loosely around her waist. As the robe belonged to Taylor, who was shorter than Yasmin, the robe covered two inches fewer of her thighs than Yasmin was expecting. As she re-entered the warehouse floor, she caught Jack piling three buckets on top of each other. Glancing over at her, he noticed how the satin robe clung tightly to the curves of her hips and her chest. Her breasts peaked out from under the top of the robe and her erect nipples were clearly visible underneath. Yasmin marched over towards him and burrowing her chest into his own, she kissed him passionately on the lips. Having put the buckets down, Jack slipped his hand under her robe and clutched her left breast. Breathing heavily, he asked, "Yasmin, tomorrow, would you like to go out on a date?" "Yes, yes, yes!" Cried Ariah as she walked in through the door." Jack looked up at her in surprise. "Yasmin, you lose, it's a porridge bath for you." Yasmin giggled and kissed Jack once more on the mouth. Jealous, Ariah bade Bryan over to her. "Bryan, ask me out on a date right now", she demanded. "Erm, okay. Would you like to go to a restaurant tomorrow?" He asked confused. "I would love to", Ariah snapped back, before kissing him tenderly on the lips as well.

As it was cold outside, Yasmin was allowed to stay indoors whilst the others carried everything out to the van that Bryan had borrowed from his dad. When they had almost finished, Jack stayed behind to help fold the parachute back up. Suddenly, just as Bryan and Oli were about to return indoors, Bryan heard the faint sound of a truck approaching from the front. It was Rufus and Wes, the security guards returning from their extended break. Oli rain inside, "Quick guys, we won't have time to move the gunge tank, cover it with the parachute. The security guards are back!" Oli ran back outside and hopped into his car. Already outside, Taylor and Ariah soon followed. Bryan meanwhile, jumped into his van along with Felicia and Alex. Back in Oli's car, Ariah asked, "Where's Yasmin?" "She's with Jack, I saw her jump into Bryan's van", lied Taylor, in a rush to leave. Bryan meanwhile, assumed that Jack and Yasmin had caught a lift with Oli. Bryan turned his ignition and tore off, taking a short cut through the industrial estate to avoid running into Rufus and Wes. Oli followed moments behind, but less familiar with the short cut, promptly got lost.

"Yasmin, we've been left behind", cried Jack as he saw Oli's car disappear out the drive. Yasmin panicked and looked for a place to hide. Immediately her eyes fell upon the gunge tank. Quick, come here, she cried as she slipped under the parachute and into the tank. But Jack was just too far behind. As Rufus and Wes opened the door, the teenager dived inside a cardboard box and hoped for the best.

"Now remember Rufus, don't go telling the boss that we went AWOL for a few hours", warned Wes as he marched through the door. "No worries mate, I'll erase the tapes, no one will ever know", Rufus boasted in return. "Well everything looks as good as new, if I didn't know any better I'd say it looks like the floor has even had a bit of a clean since last night too", wondered Wes. Rufus then began to stare wistfully. "Perhaps, but hey, that strawberry blonde sure is swell isn't she. You know, I used to go out with Felicia a few years ago, do you reckon I still have a chance?" Wes looked doubtful. "She's a bit out of your league now if you ask me." Rufus almost looked offended. "Still", he continued, "She sure owes me a favour after tonight. I wonder why she wanted us to go off on an extended break, it doesn't look like anybody's been here at all." "Still, we should probably check the tapes, just to make sure", replied Wes, taking control. "Well, you can if you like, but it would be much quicker just to delete them", Rufus scoffed, lazily. "Plus", he continued, "We've got a year's pass to the local nightclub now thanks to her."

Wes shook his head. "That's all well and good for you, but I'm hardly getting any younger and certainly not any better looking. Look I'm already bald!" "True", laughed Rufus in return. Continuing, Wes added, "Now that other girl though, she truly is trouble. I've met her before. She caused ever such a ruckus at my mate Darren's wedding." "You know what, I think I recognise her too", admitted Rufus. Continuing, he added, "I think she was in my year at school. But unlike my gorgeous ex, she was pretty invisible. Hey, I can't even remember her name." "That's funny isn't it, us knowing both of them", added Wes. "Plus, from what I can recall, I think she's a lesbian." "Really, I would never have guessed", admitted Rufus, rather bemused.

"Hey what's that?" asked Wes pointing towards the parachute. "Who cares, it was there yesterday wasn't it?" Claimed Rufus, not wanting to do any more work. "Yeah I think so, it's probably just another machine, they'll constantly breaking down you know, peanuts just get everywhere these days", chortled Wes in reply. Rufus yawned and added, "Very true. Now why don't we put our feet up and catch the next few hours of the test match in the control room. Clearly nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen here tonight. If we don't hurry up now, England will have lost another two wickets."

Once they had gone, Jack climbed up out of the cardboard box and lifted the parachute up off the gunge tank. "Well it looks like we're trapped here for a few hours", giggled Yasmin. "Well I can call Bryan to get him to pick us up. Perhaps Felicia can cause us another diversion. Those too shouldn't be too hard to fool." Jack added. Suddenly, Yasmin noticed two buckets of gunge and a caramel cream pie hidden behind the tank. Turning to Jack she conceded. "You know what, you still haven't got me messy once tonight have you? I've seen the way you look at me when I'm being gunged. Would you like to?" "Yes please", laughed Jack as he emptied the red and yellow buckets of gunge into the tank. Smiling sweetly, he stared into his angel's loving eyes and pulled down on the yellow cord. Yasmin giggled as the gunge came swarming down over her, covering her from head to toe. The red slime slid under her robe and covered her breasts. The yellow slime disappeared down the small of her back and over her behind.

Smiling, Jack picked up the caramel cream pie and entered the tank. He put his left arm around her shoulder and as she lent in to kiss him, he slammed the pie straight into her charming, dishy face. The cream shot up her nose and dribbled down her chin. Laughing, Jack took hold of the remaining crust and deposited it over Yasmin's slimy head. Yasmin wiped the cream from her eyes and purred, "Oh Jack, I love you." Jack embraced the teenager in his arms and replied, "I love you too." The two lovers kissed passionately as Jack rubbed his arms tenderly down Yasmin's quivering back. Pausing for a moment, Jack, put his hand in his pocket to draw out his phone. But Yasmin slapped him on the wrist. "Jack, what's the rush? Bryan can wait."

Yasmin took a step back and began to untie her robe. Smiling shyly, she coquettishly let it fall to the floor. Yasmin gasped. She was showing off her perfect naked body to the boy of her dreams. She stuck out her chest and delicately began to sway her hips. "Jack, I'm ready, are you?" Jack nodded and drew Yasmin to his chest. Her breasts heaving against his body, he placed his hands around her hips. As Yasmin brushed a loose hair off her forehead, Jack licked a splodge of cream from off her nose. Yasmin smiled and then began to unbuckle his belt.