'You know..if this is all part of some master plan, then I really wish you would let us in on it.' Jackie didn't have to raise her voice over the rush of the showers she and her team were scrubbing themselves clean under; her frustration having easily done that for her.

'Okay, so things didn't exactly go as planned.' Debbie called back from where she lounged casually against the wall outside Jackie's cubical. 'You still won the game don't forget. And what's a little Gunge over being one step closer to giving Katy and her gang the humiliation the deserve when you guys win this whole thing.'

'And what if things don't go as planned again?' Dolly chimed in, getting an unseen silent nod from both Emily and Savannah. 'Obviously something went wrong last time, who is to say that couldn't happen again?'

The chorus of agreement from the showers around her showed that she wasn't alone in this thought, Peter now adding his agreement to the others despite secretly thinking it hadn't been all bad. Never mind his secret thrill at how cute Savvanah looked getting utterly trashed, he was now surrounded on both sides by three girls as naked as he is, all three no doubt dripping in suds. It was all he could do to stop his mind wandering to his imaginings of Savannah soaping up her perky body.

'Aright. So I took my eye off Bobbi.' Debbie shrugged, as if that little slip up genuinely didn't bother her. 'I won't be making that mistake again. Trust me, you guys have this next round all wrapped up. And you won't get covered in anything but glory. I have to run but I'll send someone by with your outfits for the next game.'

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'Well..we didn't exactly get covered in glory.' Katy scowled over at Bobbi as she paused in her focused shampooing. 'Seems your plan wasn't that great after all.'

'Hey. It was Debbie who switched the balls you guys were supposed to use.' Bobbi answered firmly. 'If it hadn't been for me switching them back, think how much more trouble you'd have had playing with those. And I didn't know someone would have decided to add more Gunge to the game. So you can't blame me for that either.'

Her firm assertion aside, Bobbi wasn't truly convinced of that. After all, Katy and her team had gotten pretty well messy from the bucket armed interns above the stage with itchy trigger fingers, before you added the humiliation of loosing the game itself.

'Fine.' Katy replied in a voice that made it sound like it wasn't fine at all. 'I do hope you have another master plan to get us out from behind.'

'I do.' Bobbi let the snide remark pass without comment. 'I've got it in hand. Trust me. This time,you guys will come out on top. Just make sure you are finished in time. I don't really want to have to drag you out on stage naked.'

Katy frowned at that, a fresh remark forged in her mind and barely built in her throat before she realised Bobbi had already left. 'You'd better.'

Those words were of course met with silence, but Katy felt better having got in the last word. A little at least. She was the kind of girl who liked to be in control and having to play second fiddle to Bobbi while she took care of everything was more than a little galling.


Upping the steaks..a wager against humilation outside the store..the lossing team must submit to something messy for charity.


Scene 3: 2000 words

Words were actually the thing on Bobbi's mind as she strode through the store cum studio with deliberate purpose, her plan having taken a leaf out of Debbie's book. While she was annoyed that Debbie had actually found a way to rig the first game when she hadn't, that wasn't to say she hadn't turned her mind how to 'adjust' the others to favour Katy's team. Luckily enough with this second one, it was fairly easy to arrange a little turn around simply with the envelope in her jacket pocket. All she had to do was replace it with a certain one in the production office.

Getting there was easy enough. Everyone else was too busy preparing for the second game to pay her much attention as she slipped easily up to the second floor. As was getting inside, the office Debbie having chosen for her creative team not having been outfitted with any kind of lock.

Still..that didn't mean Bobbi was incautious as she eased the door open, already prepared with the perfect excuse should Debbie by some small chance be inside. As luck would have it, she wasn't and it was the work of barely a minute for Bobbi to find the pair of envelopes on the desk, identify the one she wanted and swap it with the identical..on the outside anyway..replacement in her pocket.

'Can I help you?'

Bobbi set her face in a casual smile as she turned, thankfully having controlled her urge to jump, that smile becoming genuine as her eyes settled on the young man she had 'helped' with the trolleys of balls earlier.

'Nono...actually I was looking for you.' Bobbi rallied smoothly.

'You were?' There was no mistaking the wary look on his face, understandable really given how his sister had been running him ragged.

'Yeah.' Bobbi said, flashing him the trademark smile she knew drove guys buggy; a little bit sweet and just a teensy bit flirty. And from the way his eyes dipped to the carpet for a second it was hitting its mark. 'I wanted to see how you were doing. Is your sister still giving you grief?'


'Oh.' He looked genuinely surprised, like no one had ever asked after him before. Which she could understand, since he did look like the kind of guy most girls would look right through rather than at. Or after. 'A little. But I'm used to it.'

'Well..you shouldn't be. She...'

'Mark! Are you goofing off again?'

Even if Bobbi hadn't recognised Anne's voice, the sudden way her long suffering brother tensed up would be been a given that his infamous sister had just announced her presence.

'No..I'm not. I was..'

'I don't want to hear it.' Anne snapped with a harsh tone that wasn't softened any by her exasperated sigh. 'I need you to collect a package from the main desk for me. Go on. Quick now. Can I help you?'

Those last words were clearly directed at Bobbi, accompanied by a glare that Anne surely expected to have her withered before her in an instant. Yet Bobbi was neither impressed or phased. A decade ago she might have been. She'd met lots of girls like Anne in high school and for too long had let them make her life a living hell. After two years of this, Bobbi had had enough. Had enough of being pushed around and intimidated. So she pushed back, standing up to insults and pranks when she might just have let them slide. And surely enough when word got around that she wasn't such an easy target, the bullies and mean girls had slunk off to find easier pickings. Not that Bobbi cared for that, it was enough for her to be left alone, wearing a mask of distain and aloof isolation which mean she turned a blind eye to the suffering of the victims that replaced her. For Bobbi had never been one to make friends, her over abundance of caution keeping at far beyond arms length those who could have become good friends.

Still, it served her in good stead here, for it was Anne who faltered as her words didn't have the desired affect. She could see why she thought they would, certainly dressed as she was in a black power jacket and tight black jeans over a white t-shirt, no doubt trying to go for the impressive executive look. A look matched by her short cut bleached blonde hair that just about touched her shoulders and flowed around her brow in a loose fringe. Sadly for her it was wasted on Bobbi

'Oh..no..I'm good. I just don't think you should treat your brother that way. He's a nice guy and yet you ride him all the time.'

Those words were true, even if anyone knowing Bobbi would have had a hard time believing they came from her mouth. Not that Bobbi was really motivated by concern for Mark. He was a nice guy of course, bit this was more about bringing Anne down a little from her high horse than helping him.

'I ride him hard because he's a slacker.' Anne said flatly. 'Always has been. As if he is going to make anything of his life studying creative writing courses online.'

As opposed to you who is making good on your life as a 25 year old production intern. Bobbi kept that little snipe to herself, tempting as it was to hit back with it. 'Way I see it, he's working his butt off here. And you never seem satisfied.'
Anne paused, seeming genuinely flustered like no one had ever talked back to her like that. Which made it high time someone did. Before she could even marshal a response to that, Mark returned into the office with some difficulty given the cumbersomely wide box balanced precariously over his arms.

'I..got it.' Mark said, so focused on the package he struggled with that he missed the tension in the room. 'The delivery driver said it's a pie.'

'Good. Bring it here then.' Anne snapped.

'No..why don't you come and get it.' Bobbi cut across her firmly. 'Since it's yours. And your brother isn't your slave.'

'It's al..' Mark began before Bobbi interjected.

'No. It's not.' Bobbi said steadily. 'You want it, Anne. Come and get it. Well..come on. It's right here. No? But it looks so good.'

While she had been speaking, Bobbi had flipped open the box to reveal the deliciously wide lemon pie topped with delicate peaks of creamy meringue, the flimsy lid resting against Mark's arms.

'I don't have time for this.' Anne snapped. 'Mark..put that pie down and come with me.'

'Oh, no you don't.' Bobbi said as Anne made to move past her, her hands already in motion before Anne was. In her huff, Anne was oblivious to the danger until too late. And by then it was far to late to prevent her from walking full speed into the pie that Bobbi flung towards her with obvious gleeful intent.

The second the resoundingly heavy splat reverberated around the office was the same second the pie gloriously exploded all over her face, hair and all the way down her front, every inch of her smeared with either sticky yellow curd or creamy white meringue. Or both. Her hair was filled with flakes and flecks of both, the outward splatter of the gooey mass shoved unceremoniously against her face and burying her outraged expression. No doubt exacerbated by the fact her outfit was similarly ruined by the remnants of the pie clinging to the cloth cupped curves of her breasts and tautly constrained stomach. Even her fingers were covered by the wide ranging splatter, the force of the pieing having sent the topping and filling flung far beyond the target of Bobbi's well aimed shot.

For once in her life Anne was utterly silent, her mind reeling from the sudden and utter humiliation thrust upon her. It didn't matter that the only witnesses were Bobbi and her brother. It was utterly shocking to her privileged mind that anyone would dare to treat her this way so used to people doing her bidding and she had no idea how to react beyond just standing there as rolls of creamy meringue sloughed down from her hair.

Bobbi however wasn't done and wasn't going to miss the opportunity her fugue state offered her. Unsuccessfully fighting back a gleeful smile, Bobbi strode across the office to grab the item that caught her eye, her fingers closing around the thankfully cool glass container which she grabbed from the receptacle it had sat in since this morning.


'Uhhh...Bonnie...that's...'
Mark's weak protestation fell on deaf ears, not that even the most forceful complaint would have stopped Bonnie now.

'Looks like you enjoyed your cake. Why not have some coffee with that?' Bonnie smirked, her free hand whipping out before the still cream blinded Anne could react to tug open the neckline of her shirt, creating a perfect funnel for the coffee to pour into.

From her up close and personal perspective, Bonnie had a great view of the sexy white bra beneath which for the moment sat untouched by the creamy goo coating her chest. While her shirt had protected the lacy white lingerie, nothing could protect it from the deluge of cold coffee that cascaded with mocking glee over her curves, soaking through her shirt as more poured down over from under the hem of her shirt to soak her trousers.

'Ahhhh..what the hell.' Annie shrieked, her skin instantly raised in goosebumps from the cool liquid which, to her shame, had a similarly erecting effect on her nipples even if that reaction was still hidden by her clothing.

'Oh...was that cold?' Bonnie crowed as she placed the now empty coffee pot down with a definitive thump. 'I'm sorry about that. Maybe I have something not so cold for you.'

Annie obviously didn't like the sound of that, yet her shame kept her frozen as Bobbi moved away again. How could she leave looking like this, she would be a laughing stock if just one person saw her in this state. And doubtless dozens of people would see her no matter how quickly she retreated to her office.

While Anne struggled with her conflicted convictions, Bobbi was struggling with what she had sought beneath the coffee machine. While the jug might have been small, the machine itself was designed to produce multiple pots at one time and so came with a huge draw of spent grounds, which was happily full of the cloying soggy brown mush. It had been a struggle to get it out, to say nothing of carry it over but Bobbi was nothing if not a woman of determination.

With a deep breath that drew in the earthy smell of damp grounds Bobbi heaved the metal draw over her head. It might have been that cloying smell which clued Anne in and prompted her hasty step backwards. Sadly for her, Bobbi had misjudged her aim and had she not moved the majority of the soggy grains would have cascaded safely to the floor behind her. Instead she moved back right into the avalanche of brown mush, heavy lumps and clods bouncing off her head as the rest of the loose grains poured around her shoulders and down her neck.

Anne couldn't help another shiver, this time of complete disgust as her skin crawled from the feeling of the damp mess rolling over her hair, neck and back. It was so unlike anything she had experienced in her life, all damp and sticky and gritty; the areas of her hair untouched by the cream so full of grit that she would surely be washing it out for weeks. And that was before the feeling of it sticking to her skin, the dampness of her shirt only aiding in sticking it against the plastered fabric that clung to her body.

'There. That's better.' Bobbi nodded smugly. 'Isn't it. But what is coffee without some cream hmmm? You must have some here.'

Oh..no..no. Anne breathed as she willed Bobbi not to move towards the fridge. Hadn't she only yesterday insisted that Mark make sure she had enough cream for her coffee. And hadn't her daft brother gone and picked out three of the biggest cartons of single cream he could find instead of the powered creamer she had expected him to get. And hadn't she snapped at him to shove them in the fridge before ordering him out again to get what she wanted.

'Well well...look what he have here. I don't know how you keep that figure with all this cream you use. It goes right to your waist you know.'

That really should have been a warning to Anne, but that part veiled threat/part smug promise went right over her head until she felt another tug on her clothes, albeit this time further down. Snug her trousers might have been but not snug enough to prevent Bobbi from tugging the waistband away from her skin.

'Ohhh...matching panties. Very nice.' Bobbi teased, unaware of Mark's sudden blush behind her. It hadn't escaped his notice that Bobbi had now gotten a very good look at his sister's underwear and, twisted a thought as it might be, he couldn't help being a little turned on by it. 'I bet it's been a long time since you 'creamed' your panties hmmm? Well..I can help with that.'

The way Anne stiffened was pure delight to Bobbi as she relished the humiliation she was inflicting. A delight that did nothing to hold her back, her poised hand wasting no time in pouring the freshly opened cream into the waistband of her trousers. True, the snugness of them meant as much of the cream poured down the outside as into them. But given the way Anne began to squirm some at least was settling around her panties and no doubt seeping through the thin fabric.

In truth the reality was far worse. For Anne could feel everything; could feel the cream flooding against her panties as the excess trickled down her legs and over her shoes, some even slipping inside to squish against her feet and around her toes. All of which just made room for Bobbi to continue, moving from the first pot to the second and then the third until Anne was standing in a growing pool of cream as more squished against her sex and flowed down her legs in an increasingly uncomfortable squelchy mess of cool stickiness.

Mark for his part was torn between worry and a warm tingle of satisfaction. A small part of him did feel sorry for his sister, the rest of him however couldn't help but agree that she did deserve what she got. Deep down he loved his sister, in a platonic way that had nothing to do with the slight erection in his trousers; but she did sometimes need to be brought down a peg or two and he had long ago realised it was impossible to save her from herself.

'There.' Bobbi said firmly. 'That's better. Now, I expect you to clean this mess up. And I do mean you. I don't want to hear you made Mark here do it. But I'll let him throw you a bone and bring you some stuff to help. And a change of clothes when you are done. Or you can walk out of here now as you are an have everyone stare at you.'

Had anyone asked him, Mark would have put a bet on Bobbi stubbornly choosing the second option. But to his surprise, she just nodded meekly. 'Yes, ma'am.'

'Good. I'll be back to check on you in a while. See you are done by then.' Bobbi said as she strode out, her face fixed in a grin of pure smugness.

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Unaware of all of this, the set below had become a hive of activity as the staff hurriedly prepared for the next game. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the mock football field was quickly cleared away and replaced by something that could only be described as a mix of a classroom and some kind of life-size chess set. There really was no other way to describe the large board covered with alternating black and white squares with two sets of Victorian style school desks set on one side of the ten foot by ten foot squared area; desks that wouldn't have looked out of place in a real school. Except of course for the tapered cylindrical vats suspended from the ceiling, each one connected to a cunningly designed trio of pipes that split to point down over each chair.


While all these preparations were intriguing enough, they did leave the assembled crowd with more questions than answers; questions that would be quickly answered as to a round of applause Emma moved out onto the newly completed game area, it not going unnoticed that she avoided stepping onto the board, apparently feeling it was safer out on the edges.

It seemed the staff out here hadn't been the only ones who had been busy, Emma having been provided with a new outfit by the wardrobe department. As outfits go it was certainly appropriate to the surroundings she now found herself in. A realism only added to by Emma's stereotypical headmistress outfit, the loose black robe draped over her shoulders not hiding the tight shirt and skirt that did nothing to hide the curves that lay beneath.
A look the audience seemed to appreciate if the whistles and applause were anything to go by.

'I know. I know.' Emma said as the applause died down. 'When they said I would be dressed as a headmistress I was hoping for something more akin to Professor McGonagall. Still..this is good too. But before we continue, I have some sad news. Due to a family emergency, Peter has had to drop out of the game and return home. We all wish him well. Still..the show must go on. So without further ado, let me explain this little game of ours. The last time we tested our players physical abilities. This time we have a game of the mind. Fitting for such an educational setting. But there is a twist. As I'm sure you've noticed, those desks only have room for three people from each team. The forth, namely the captains in this case, will both be stood in the centre of our little game board in the centre. For each question they get right they stay exactly where they are. For each one they get wrong, they must take a step backwards along the board. At the end of the game the team who's captain is closest to the centre of the board will win. Of course, this game would be no fun without a little..jeopardy shall we say. So each square they step on could be perfectly safe or could come with a little surprise.'

The ripple of laughter from the audience made it clear they knew full well what that meant. And apparently that was fine with them. After all, none of them had come here to see these girls stay clean.

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While Emma was whipping the crowd into a frenzy with her explanation, Debbie was explaining much the same to her no less rapt audience, even if they seemed somewhat less thrilled by the idea.

'Wait..let me get this straight. Firstly you put us in that daft football game which you promised wouldn't Gunge us at all.' Jackie said as she finished buttoning up the white shirt that along with the plain black trousers and red and black striped tie completed the school uniform style outfit they had been given for this game.

'Which it did.' Dolly cut across Jackie shortly, the relief she and the others felt at wearing something much less scandalous than the last one not tempering the annoyance she felt.

'Which it did.' Jackie echoed that sentiment that she felt was well worth mentioning again. 'And now you want us to play another game that looks likely to go the same way.'

'Except it won't.' Debbie promised. 'I've taken care of that. See, I know which squares are safe and which aren't.'

'That's great. Good for you.' Dolly retorted. 'We don't though.'

'You don't need too.' Debbie soothed as she pulled out three small plastic objects. 'Not with these. Very discrete radio ear pieces. Emma has one to connect her to the producers and backstage team. And these three will connect you to me. So if you get a question wrong, I can just tell you where to step to avoid getting gunged. See...I've thought of everything.'

'Okay.' Jackie tried sound convinced as Savannah, Emily and Dolly each took one of the ear pieces dubiously. Debbie was her friend and didn't want to upset her by making her think she didn't trust her. 'Still..we can't back out now. Let's do this girls.'

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'Let's do this girls.' Bobbi said with a clap of her hands that was followed less by the enthusiastic response she had hoped for and more by a series of scrutinising stares from her team who were dressed identically to Jackie's team except with blue and black ties.

'Are you sure this is accurate?' Katy waved the sheet of paper Bobbi had handed her almost dismissively. 'A cheat sheet isn't any good if someone changed the questions.'

'I'm sure.' Bobbi replied without missing a beat. 'Since the only one who changed the questions was me. It's the perfect plan. This way you stay clean and win the game. Nothing can go wrong.'

'You had better be right.' Katy said, those words edged like steel. After all, Bobbi wasn't her friend and she had no compunction to avoid hurting her feelings. While others might have considered it a bad idea to alienate the one person on their side, Katy had always fallen back on a stern attitude as if acting tough would make them respect her when in reality all it did was make people defensive to her. Which in turn lead to her superiority complex that pushed her to make a stand against people she felt were challenging her.

'And here come our teams.' Emma said as audience slipped into a watchful silence, all eyes darting between the girls who took their seats at the desks and the couple who moved to the centre of the board, the smooth floor clicking under both girls heeled shoes; all of them clearly wondering which would get gunged first. 'Katy, your team did very well last time. Think you can capitalise on that here?'

'Of course.' Katy said with a smile that was all confidence. 'Just because we don't look like a bunch of nerdish bookworms doesn't mean we aren't smart. We can answer any question you have for us.'

'Well...that's fighting talk.' Emma said with a charming smile she worked hard not to become a smirk. While she hadn't seen the questions she had been provided with, she had been assured that they were suitably challenging. So she didn't share Katy's confidence on that she would find them as easy as she expected. While she wasn't playing favourites, she couldn't help thinking they had done a bit too staying clean last game so it would be good to even the score a little. 'Jackie, you guys have a bit of catching up to do. Will the loss of one of your team hamper that?'

'Not at all.' Jackie replied. 'We do a lot of pub quizzes so we can hold our own.'

'Fighting talk all round. Let's see if you can back that up.' Emma said, . 'Question 1 is for Jackie's team. Are you ready? Here we go. In printing, it's the colour black. In chemistry, it's potassium. In baseball, it's a strikeout. Which letter is it?'

Jackie had been nervous before pretty much from the second she had stepped out onto the board despite her bravado. Clearly the questions were going to be difficult otherwise Debbie wouldn't have felt the need to guide them to safety. And yet there was difficult and the almost incomprehensible question Emma had just asked, the words she had uttered being little more than gibberish to her.

'It's K.' Emily called out without a hint of doubt or hesitation, flooding Jackie with relief as she hoped that meant they wouldn't have to put Debbie's promises to the test just yet.'

'Correct.' Emma said, her surprise mirrored by the annoyed looks Katy shared with her team, Emma having no way of knowing they knew the difficultly of the questions about yo be posed to them, which made the casual ease with which they answered the first even more galling.

Those feelings of frustration quickly gave way to her own apprehension though as Emma turned to face her team, leaving them all to wait nervously for the first question. A wait that was even worse for Katy. Being in possession of the cheat sheet as the others were, they would know if she was safe the second Emma asked the question. Bit Katy would be left hanging until her team answered, a wait that would prove to be the longest wait of her life.

'Samuel Tilden, Grover Cleveland, Al Gore and Hillary Clinton share what distinction among U.S. presidential candidates?' Emma asked, fairly confident this would stump all three of the uniform clad girls before her.

Normally Emma would have been right. None of them were politics students after all, the very nature of the question precluding the idea that even a reasonable guess might be proved correct. So you could imagine her surprise and Katy's relief when Olivia responded with only a seconds pause.

'The all won the popular vote but lost the electoral college vote.' Olivia said, reciting the answer from the sheet stuck to the edge of the desk word for word.

'Correct.' Emma said grudgingly, a feeling shared by Debbie on her position just offset. They must have gotten lucky, she mused to herself as beside her Bobbi worked hard to keep her face even tempting as it was to glance smugly in her direction. 'What Scottish poet's works inspired the book titles Of Mice and Men and Catcher in the Rye?'

Again Bobbi had to keep her face even as Jackie's team shared an uncertain look before Dolly hesitantly took a guess of the one Scottish Poet she knew. 'Walter Scott?'

'Incorrect. Where would you like Jackie to move?'

Nowhere was her honest answer that Dolly and Jackie inadvertently shared, in the same way that both of them knew wasn't an option. Knowing she had no choice but to wait for Debbie to come through Dolly made a show of considering her options while she waited desperately to hear Debbie's advice.

Dolly had no way of knowing this of course, but Debbie was engrossed in choosing that advice, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone before her and more importantly the photo of the map of dangerous and safe squares she had hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper.

'One step backwards.' Debbie said carefully, fully conscious of Bobbi's proximity and doing her best to make it sound like she is offering encouragement rather than the instruction carried through the small microphone clipped discretely to her shirt collar.

'One step backwards.' Dolly said, hoping the relief she felt didn't trickle through into her voice as Debbie's crackled into her ear; Jackie following that instruction gingerly, letting out a visible sigh of relief as she remained safely ungunged.

Sadly that incongruous phrase and the fact that Dolly had mirrored it hadn't gone unnoticed by Bobbi, her eyes twitching in suddenly fuelled suspicion that perhaps she wasn't the only one with a trick up her sleeve. Yet it was only her suspicion at this point, proving it would be more difficult. Especially without ruining her own deception. Still...

'Bobbi. Could you come up to the main office. You have a phone call.'

Debbie had to fight a sigh of relief as that soft tannoy message that filled the backstage area threw her a lifeline. Hopefully that message would distract Bobbi long enough so as not to cotton on to her trick. Or she would be too flustered when she returned to notice, because Bobbi certainly looked flustered as she strode away, no doubt trying to imagine who might be calling her here and fully prepared to give them a piece of her mind if it wasn't super important.


'What Indian mausoleum was called a "teardrop... on the cheek of time" by Nobel Prize in Literature laureate Rabindranath Tagore?' Emma said, the actress ignorant of the tension backstage.

Debbie couldn't help a smile as she hears that question; fighting down that turning into a smirk despite the fact Bobbi wasn't here to see it. That question was random that there was no way they could know the answer. While she hadn't known Katy and her little troupe that long, they didn't strike her as anywhere near well read enough to get it. Hell, even she with her love of reading had no clue to this one either.

'The Taj Mahal.' Debbie's jaw dropped as Freya answered without missing a beat, the confidence in her voice leaning Debbie both shocked and fuming more as Emma accepted her answer.

What the hell. Debbie seethed in her head as wheels whirred in her mind. This just wasn't right, something was screwy here. Bobbi must have pulled a fast one of her own. For a second Debbie mused that maybe she had tried her trick and was feeding the answers to her team in real time via a microphone of her own. Except she had been silent during the first question. And there was no way she would trust anyone else to do it. Yet somehow she must be giving the answers to them. But how. So how was she doing this? Sadly Debbie had no answers to that, leaving her with nothing but with the small comfort that she hadn't stooped so low as to give her team the answers and only protected them from the Gunge, so at least her team would win or lose on their own merits. She was no cheat.

Jackie too was thinking along the same lines. Unlike Debbie, Jackie had known Katy and her flock of winged monkeys a long time. And she was under no illusions that they weren't smart enough to pull of this clean sweep. Sadly none of them were academically challenged or they wouldn't have been around to make a nuisance of themselves but there was no way they knew this much obscure trivia. Which meant someone had rigged this for them. And it didn't take a genius to work out who. Luckily she still had faith in her team.

Sadly that faith didn't seem to have made its way to Savannah who was painfully aware they were losing and couldn't help blaming herself for not knowing more of these answers. Something she resolved to fix in this round, as unfair a standard as that was.

'Which actor said, "If you had been a public figure since the time you were a toddler... maybe you too would value privacy above all else"?'

'Jodie Foster.' Savannah called out, her voice having risen to a shrill squeak that had she not been so excited would have embarrassed her so much she would have wanted to the ground to swallow her whole. While it might not be normal for someone her age, she was absolutely obsessed with the films of Jodie Foster. So it would have been more mortifying would have been to have gotten that wrong, she could never have lived with herself if she had missed a quote from her favourite actress of all time.

'Correct.' Emma said with a slight raise of her eyebrow. 'Where would you like Jackie to move?'

'Oh..ummm..one step to the left.' Savannah said without thinking. So flustered had she been by her chance success that Debbie wasn't even given the time to respond with a safe choice.

Jackie must have picked up on the uncertain tone in her voice as she shot her a glance over her shoulder, catching the shocked expression on the faces of her team who had heard Debbie give the instruction of one step forward. Still she had no way of knowing she was walking into danger and so, albeit hesitantly, stepped one square to the side.

For a second Jackie thought she might have gotten away with it before the square below her turned a deep red perfectly in Time with the heavy thud that echoed around her, that sound effect added for ominous effect.

Knowing what was coming Jackie cringed, her eyes quickly screwed tight shut. And not a moment too soon, the hapless sophomore splashed by not one but two buckets of green slime. The splash was incredible, the dual pours seeming to mingle into one stream that rolled all over her tensed frame and instantly weighing down her once pristine uniform that became glued to her skin. Fearing for her shirts inability to protect her and aware of the thin materiel, Jackie leaned forward, directing the Gunge down her back as it splashed against her neck. It felt horrible but at least her modesty was protected, only a few trickled easing over her shoulders which thankfully flowed over her front rather then soaking into her shirt. She could only imagine how she might look if her shirt became fully drenched. That was what had happened to her hair which was now dripping in green that masked her faces The green slime rushing over her all of her from the shoulders down rendered Jackie's attempts to protect herself utterly feeble, the huge splash which covered the whole square leaving her with nowhere to hide. Something that was highlighted by her now Gunge saturated uniform, the thin shirt soaked through with the green Gunk now dripping over her skirt.

'Boy..was that the wrong move.' Emma chuckled as Jackie cast a mildly disgruntled look at Savannah who slunk sheepishly down into her chair. 'Hopefully your team will spare you that Katy. Let's find out shall we? Which princess was traditionally called Badr al-Budur before Disney renamed her?'

'Princess Jasmine.' Freya said without do much as a glance at the cheatsheet. While she previously found her younger sisters Disney fascination wearing, she was nearly 16 after all and should be more interested in real boys rather than cartoon princesses, she had to admit it came in handy here.

'Correct.' Emma said. 'No moves for you then. Let's hope your team can do the same. In Swedish, a skvader is a rabbit with what unusual feature?'

'Ummmm....large ears?' Dolly replied hesitantly as she saw the uncertain looks her team passed to each other.

'You would think.' Emma said. 'Actually it was wings. It was a fictional creature created in 1918 by taxidermist Rudolf Granberg. So..where will you move Jackie?'

Being more composed than Savannah, Dolly took a breath as she waited to hear Debbie's suggestion. Just because Jackie was already drenched in Gunge was no reason to rashly compound that with another mistake. 'Another step to the left.'

Given what had just happened, Jackie was understandably nervous as she took another hesitant step, her flash of worry fading quickly as the square remained reassuringly the same colour.

'Looks like its second time lucky.' Really..Emma herself was starting to have doubts about if luck had anything to do with this game. With one team acing these ridiculously hard questions and the other seeming, for the most part, to unerringly know their way safely through the board something didn't seem right. She just wasn't sure what to do with her suspicions. 'In 2017, the site Bachtrack.com determined the 10 most performed ballets in the world. What composer gave us three of them, including the first?'

'Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky.' The swiftness with which Olivia answered almost proved Emma's suspicions right then and there given that she didn't pause for a second before answering.

'Correct. You really are on fire.' Emma said, none of her suspicions having crept into her voice. While she was almost convinced something was wrong here, almost wasn't good enough for her to consider putting a stop to it. 'The three actors who starred as Magneto, Iron Man and Doctor Strange have all played what other character from British literature?'

'Ummm...Macbeth?' Emily offered hesitantly.

'Good guess. But wrong.' Emma said. 'It was Sherlock Holmes. Where will you step?'

'One step backwards.' Emily said with more confidence, the same confidence with which Jackie moved. Meaning no offence to Savannah but she was much more confident that Emily wouldn't have made her mistake. So you could imagine her surprise when the square under her flashed the same shade of red.

Jackie had no time to duck. Red Gunge came roaring down towards her, filling her ears with its loud splatter. She could feel it pattering against her shoulders and down her back. Her relief turned to shock she shrieked loudly. Her shriek sounded muffled as her head was consumed by the cone of the heavy liquid streaming over her hair. Gravity did its humiliating work, pulling the Gunge downwards in a sticky surge, her arms held awkwardly at her sides, so shocked she couldn't move. This frozen position left her completely open, her thin shirt taking all of it, even if she had covered herself she would be equally covered her shirt tugged tight against her. She was sure she could feel it against her breasts. With the volume of slime she knew it was only a matter of time before her shirt gave up its limited protection. All she could do was stand there as gravity did its humiliating work, the deluge over pretty much as soon as it began, leaving her fuming. While maybe she wasn't horribly gunged in the grand scheme of things, for a girl who had been promised wouldn't get messy at all, Jackie was covered in far too much of it for her liking. With her hair streaked in red and her uniform soaked in the clinging mess of red and green, Jackie couldn't help feeling utterly betrayed and shamed; a feeling made all the worse by Katy still being clean.


Not that Jackie had been betrayed, just the victim of an unfortunate mixup over which squares were safe and weren't; a mixup that was even now playing out in the rafters above her.
'You idiots. Not that one.' Hissed the brunette who hurried as silently as she could over go the pair of blondes who the minute she spoke had stopped frozen with the freshly tipped buckets still dripping onto the set bellow. 'Did I say to tip anything?'

'Too late now.' One of the pair of interns shrugged casually; a relaxed demeanour she might not have possessed had she known that Debbie would have a very frank conversation with before the day was out.

Unaware of all these backstage teething problems and still somewhat convinced this game wasn't being played entirely fairly, Emma carried on regardless; not with blind or wilful ignorance but more with an uncertainty about what she could actually do. She'd hate to interrupt the filming and be proved wrong. 'In 2016, who used his own namesake manoeuvre when he saw that a woman at his retirement home was choking?'

'Dr. Henry Heimlich.' Freya replied, the certainty of her answer hiding the fact that she neither knew who he was or what the manoeuvre referred to was either. Not that it mattered to her, the simple fact that she had answered the question was all she needed.

'Correct.' Emma said as she was again caught with a wave of frustrated near certainty that her game had been hijacked; a surge of emotion that prompted her to bring this to an end. She couldn't prove anything but she could put a stop to this farce anyway. 'Now we have our last question and it's for Jackie's team. I'd say there is all to play for but I think we all know that's not true. Still..maybe you can still save a little face here. Which of the following is not a sub-atomic particle? Hadron, Boson, Muon or Scion?'

'Ohhh...I know.' Savannah raised her hand quickly in apparent eagerness to make up for her earlier mistake. 'It's a Scion.'

'Correct.' Emma said. 'A good last effort but not good enough. While Jackie's team did manage quite well, Katy's are the runaway winners with a perfect score. But we aren't done yet. Will everything change in the next round? Stay tuned to find out.'

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'Everything had better change in the next round.' The stern tone in Emma's voice that wouldn't have seemed out of place for a real headmistress seemed utterly ineffective on the two women before her; Debbie and Bonnie meeting her gaze with ones of seeming confusion and indifference respectively, emotions that Emma didn't buy for a second. 'I don't know what happened just now but I'm sure something funny was going on. And whatever it is stops now. Understood.'

That stern pronouncement was met with a silence so sturdy silence to almost be deafening, both girls holding her stare until Emma didn't so much falter as give up pressing the point even as she saved a little face before striding away. 'No more funny business. Understood.'

'Of course.' Bobbie and Debbie said in unison, despite neither of them willing to trust the other anyway even if they had seen the fingers crossed behind their backs.

END.

She might confront the two organisers.

Bobbi might get called away to deal with a situation backstage, maybe hearing raised voices and going to check it out, finding the girl she humiliated before arguing with someone. She might have to deal with that. Or being called away to a phone call when the girl tried to get some revenge...phone tank Gunge booth that they purchased but couldn't use yet. She says the girl must think she is daft as she pushes her in it.





Katy's question.

They get it right.

Jackies question.

Emily gets it right.

Now they come to the last question for Katy.

They get it right.

Jackies last question.

They get it wrong and a crackle makes her instruction illegible. She takes a guess and Jackie gets gunged. She braces herself and it does no good. Slime races over her shoulders and down her front, seeping through her shirt easing against her skin. Closing her eyes against the mass creeping around her head, she can feel its path down her body, the weight of it against her clothing, she shudders as it runs down her legs, pressing her skirt against her stockings, her clothes keep absorbing more. More keeps pouring over her head, layering on her hair. She stays frozen to keep it out of her eyes. At least she thinks it's over. Bit with the last gunging it turned out not to be.

Emma wraps up and Emma reveals a last surprise Bobbi had thrown in, a gunging for them all because they lost. Time runs out and the square around Katy goes green and Jackie's goes red. Her team gets gunged hugely, all of them utterly drenched. Jackie has to watch them get it, taking a bit of pleasure. They are all soaked equally, Savannah's being the smallest having the most Gunge of the three in relation to her size. She takes it with a dipped head, letting it play over her shoulders and head like she deserves it, accepting her gunging. The front of her shirt is soaked. The others don't get away clean either. They all got it so suddenly they could do nothing, Gunge splattered all over them. It didn't matter what they did, clothes and hair alike all matted in the goo, the savage tip shoeing them no mercy. They all were left dripping in Gunge, streaked in the sticky mess. Emily had saved her hair but that only made it worse for her, her clothes taking the rest. The vibrant yellow looking great. Dolly was similarly gunged, her clothes and hair equally sloppy with slime that kept trickling down the side of her head and around her back, her skirt sosked ageijsf her skin. She is a mask of blue. Jackie avoided one last gunging, enjoying watching the others. She felt it was not really deserved but she was glad it wasn't her. Debbie confronts Bobbi angrily on that, that she added that bit. Gotta give the people what they want. They came here to see humilation. Isn't that what Julia wanted? I'll see you in the next round,

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Round 2:

Last round Bobbi had gone with the cheat sheet and Debbie the safe squares. This time they both try to get questions to Emma by using the shy guy as a gobetween. He has been given confusing instructions from both girls, both wanting him to give questions to her. Or Emma notices the questions keep getting switched around, noticing luttle changes in her office and the weight in her pocket. So she gives the shy guy a job to run off some questions and decides to cut the girls out of things, getting them locked away somewhere to cool off..maybe under a cool shower.

Final Chapter from here

'That was your grand plan?' Dolly stalked back and forth outside the cubicle where Jackie was taking another shower, her short black hair bouncing with every angry step she took; her mood echoed by the dirty looks Emily kept firing at Debbie. 'We looked like idiots out there. Worse still..look what happened to poor Jackie. You said she would stay clean..again. And she didn't. Again.'

Jackie could have added her own sentiments to that, raised her voice over the sound of the shower to air some grievances of her own. And she might have done had not Dolly been already voicing them herself. Maybe it was better if she didn't. She appreciated her team rising to her defence, yet it had been her that had suffered the humiliation they were so indignant about. Humiliated though she was Debbie didn't deserve the full on rage she was feeling at the moment, her anger better served through the buffer that was Dolly.

'Okay, so Bobbi outmanoeuvred me.' Debbie held her hands up to that with a sigh. ' I should have guessed she would change the questions. But I didn't. But I'm not going to let this happen again?'

'And we should believe you why?' Emily broke her silence to whip around to face Debbie full on, her blonde hair flung out behind her for a second. 'You haven't really lived up to your promises at all.'

'Hey now.' Savannah replied softly. 'She's trying okay. I'm sure she will get it right this time.'
Privately Savannah wasn't entirely convinced by that but she honestly didn't really mind. She'd already gotten so messy a little more didn't make much difference to her.

'That's the spirit.' Debbie nodded. 'This time I'm not leaving anything to chance. I've got this one in the bag.'

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'Well..you had that one in the bag.' Bobbi couldn't help sounding pleased, although Katy had more than a sneaking suspicion she was more pleased with herself than any of them. As if her plan had gone off without a hitch. Which Katy had to grudgingly admit as she flicked away a lock of her long wavy raven black hair, as she had a habit of doing when she was frustrated. Still..that one success hardly made up for the earlier humiliation inflicted upon them. Nor did it mean they had the whole thing in the bag.

'I'll say we did.' Olive chuckled, her brunette teammate seeming more satisfied than her with the limited success they had. Then again, Olive did always take a more immediate gratification from things. In this case Olive was utterly delighted to have seen the thorn in her side that was Jackie utterly and messily humiliated on live television. Not that Katy hadn't taken a certain visceral thrill from her gungings, but for her it wasn't enough. Only utter defeat of her rivals would scratch the particular itch she was feeling. 'I could watch Jackie taking those splashes over and over again. It's just a shame the others got away clean. Especially that cute mousy brunette. I'd love to see her dripping in Gunge too.'

'You can crush on her later.' Kylie said with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, the tall blonde playing the dismissive ice queen card to perfection. 'We can't get distracted now. We still have to get through the next round. I'm guessing you have a plan for that as well.'

'I do. It's called if it ain't broke, don't fix it.' Bobbi replied.

'So..you are just going to rig the questions again?' Kylie countered. 'And if your good friend Debbie has the same thought?'

'I've no doubt she will.' Bobbi shrugged. 'So I'll be watching her like a hawk.'

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'Honestly, I feel that I've got to watch those two like a hawk.' Emma sat back in the black leather chair the second she stepped into her dressing room, sinking into the smooth material with a ragged sigh that turned into one of pleasure as April's hands swept hers aside to lightly massage her neck. While she had never seen the need for a personal aide before, this woman was quickly becoming a godsend. As sharply intelligent as she was stunningly beautiful, no one could have called her a dumb blonde. Or a dumb anything. If this became a full on position for her, she was going to have to make sure this one stuck around.

'I'm guessing you mean Bobbi and Debbie.' April said without prompting. Or without any hint of untoward intentions. Which she would have forgiven her for. After all, this had been her show before they had arrived. And technically it still was. Bobbi and Debbie might have liked to think they were in charge but for all their creative nouse, it was still April keeping this place going. 'I'd say that would be a wise move. They are clearly up to something.'

'You don't say. But..ohhh...right there..but what?' Emma mused as April worked her fingers into a tense knot of muscle.

'Have you noticed how both games seemed to have been very much in favour of Katy's team?' April asked. 'They certainly came out of both very strong. And very clean. The first one could have been luck. But the second..those questions were fiendish. And yet they aced them without putting a foot wrong.'

'So..you think Bobbi has been rigging things?' Emma asked.

'No..I think they both have.' April replied. 'Just that in this little game of brinkmanship, Bobbi is the one playing it better.'

'So..she..what? Swapped the questions out?' Emma asked, something that now that she thought about it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. It wasn't like she had checked the questions before hand. She really hadn't thought about if before but now that she did, it made perfect sense really.

'Uhuh. Surely it's the simplest plan.' April nodded. 'And if that's the case...'

'One of them might try again.' Emma slipped out of the seat in a flash. 'Oh no..there is no way I'm letting them ruin this for me. The questions are in the production office. Let's get there first.'

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'Well..I'd say we got here first.' April carefully closed the door behind them and padded over to the desk upon which the envelope sat, her feet not even making the slightest sound over the soft bubbling of the water cooler.

'Maybe.' Emma had to admit it didn't seem like the a3 package filled with the sturdy cards had been disturbed. 'Hang on. Let me just.'

Under April's quizzically watchful eye Emma folded down one corner of the unsealed flap ag the top before slipping from the office. While she might have left, she didn't go far. Just far enough to duck around the nearest corner where she could still see the doorway.

Emma was hyper aware of how ridiculous they both looked crouching here like two bumbling amateurs from a low budget spy movie. Luckily they didn't have to wait long, her suspicions quickly brought one step closer to confirmed as with a furtive glance Debbie slipped into the office they had just left. She didn't stay much longer than they had, slipping out of the door in a hurry. But not fast enough to avoid Emma noticing the bulge under her shirt.

'Come on.' Emma let Debbie slip away as she hurried back into the office. Any doubt she had had before was banished as she picked up the nearly identical yet smoothly unmarked envelope. 'She really did it. I don't..'

'Quick. In here.' April hissed and without waiting for any response from Emma dragged her over and into the small closet at the back of the office. To say it was snug was an understatement, April's chest now mashed against hers as they stood almost face to face between the set of two very close shelves. Very very close. Emma was sure her cheeks were blazing as she felt the obviously womanly curves against hers, very glad of the plain and sturdy bra she had chosen this morning; sure that without it April would have felt the hardness of her nipples. And maybe the rush of lusty heat that raced through her body. Of course, it also stopped her from feeling if April was feeling any of these same feelings. She certainly seemed composed enough that it didn't prevent April from being able to peek out into the office through the gap she had left in the door.

'It's Bobbi.' April whispered softly in her ear, Emma shivering a little from the pleasing rush of delicate breath. 'She is swapping the envelope with another. And shredding the old one. Clever.'

'Maybe.' Emma answered with a grin, her mind formulating a plan despite her sudden distracting arousal. 'I think I know how to fox them. Come on.'

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Debbie couldn't relax. As much as she tried, she couldn't help feeling more and more nervous the longer Bobbi was out of her sight, unable to shake the thought that she was plotting something to ruin her carefully constructed plan. It was those worried thoughts that carried her as nonchalantly and swiftly as possible back to where she had left the questions, fully prepared to concoct some story that would allow her to keep an eye on them until the next round started.

Pausing only to glance around her furtively to make sure she wasn't seen, Debbie slipped into the office to carefully close the door behind her; swiftly making a beeline for where she had left the questions. Or where the questions should have been, the small space where she had left the envelope worryingly empty.

This should of course have been reassuring for Debbie. After all, all it likely meant was that Emma had collected them and was taking them with her to the set. Yet conversely the reverse was true in this instance.

Without being able to personally eyeball the envelope herself, Debbie had no idea if the one Emma supposedly had on her person was the one she had intended her to have. Which left her in the worrying position of fearing she had been outfoxed by Bobbi again. Which only left her one choice. Hoping she wasn't too late, Debbie dashed back the way she had come to put her hasty plan in motion.

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'I'm not going to let these questions out of my sight.' Emma called back over her shoulder to April who had hovered just by the door of her dressing room as she changed back into her Headmistresses outfit; the blonde privately enjoying the show as she slipped the prim and proper shirt and skirt over her racy underwear, quickly completing it with the addition of the flowing black robes and cloak that really made her look the part. 'They are going to stay with me until I need them. Let's see those two mess with them now.'

'They aren't going to give up you know.' April's mind had been working away despite the legitimate distraction of her celebrity idol and crush disrobing before her. 'I wouldn't be surprised if they have something else planned as well.'

'You know..neither would I.' Emma agreed. 'Which is why I need you to help me prepare something to keep them out of the way. Should we need it.'

'Oh?' April asked with a subtly raised eyebrow. 'Tell me more.'

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While Emma was outlining her plan to the enraptured April, Debbie was working on a plan of her own. A hasty plan, thought up on the fly as she has gone looking for Emma. Yet it was the best she could come up with the little time she had. A plan that largely revolved around the two buckets that now rested above the door that was the only way from Emma's office to the main set. While Debbie was hyper aware she was falling back on her days as her schools prolific prankster, it would serve her purpose. Now all she needed was for...'Emma. There you are.' Debbie put on her best charming smile as Emma emerged from her office. 'Ready to go for this one. Got the questions on you?'

'Right here.' The delicate brunette tapped her robes, her palm patted against the solid mass of the envelope. 'All ready for a good clean game this time.'

'Umm..the last one wasn't that clean.' Debbie managed a casual laugh that covered the icy chill that ran through her.

'No..it wasn't.' Emma said pointedly. 'Still..I have high hopes for this one.'

I'm sure you do. Debbie muttered in her head. Seems she was going to have to put her plan into action. 'Please..after you.' Those words were the first step of putting her plan into action. Emma would step through the door, send the buckets tumbling promoting Emma to need a change of clothes. In the confusion, Debbie could add the fresh set of rigged questions into her new robes and she would be none the wiser.

'Oh..no. After you.' Emma said with a genuinely polite smile. A smile it took Debbie all of five seconds to work out wasn't meant for her but the petit red panda dressed in the simple ensemble of a black sweater and blue jeans which gave her an adorable air of shy cuteness. As did the way her red fur rippled at the kindness shown her by this genuine celebrity. The warning on her lips died before it had even started, Debbie helpless to do little more than watch as the blissfully unaware and innocent furkind made her way directly into the trap carefully laid out for Emma's..well..not quite benefit but..

Those thoughts died too as everything around her seemed to slip into slow motion; the door slowly swinging all the way open to remove the precarious support of the lightly balanced pair of buckets. Buckets that as the result of skilful preparedness of angle and trajectory tipped forward towards the young girl with accurate yet miss-aimed menace. There was nothing slow about the obviously surprised yet somehow resigned shriek from the young woman as the green and blue gunk splattered over her hair and clung to her sweater. The once loose synthetic fabric quickly became as drenched as her fur, the brimmed buckets pouring far more Gunge than was perhaps strictly needed.

For Debbi had done her work too well, none of the slippery sloppy contents of the bucket wasted in the slightest, all of poor Julie dripping in the swirled Gunge that cascaded with direct aim all over and around her. With the two perfectly placed buckets Debbie had created a cascade that covered all of her in seconds, leaving none of her vibrant fur or cute outfit untouched. The poor thing could feel Gunge rolling over her ears and around her shoulders all the way down to the growing puddle filling her shoes as gravity pulled it down over her legs.

The vibrant green and blue totally drenched her red fur, leaving little to none to see as her head was as swamped as her clothing, even her delicate paws and fingers swamped by the blue deluge hastily splashed over and all around her; her ears weighed down by the heavy gloop she had fallen victim too.

The instant shock wearing off, Julie allowed herself a dispirited sigh. She had hoped that maybe taking a day away from the crazy world of Serenity Base and from the ever inventive attentions of her boss might have meant a day where she didn't get horribly gunged. Something that had clearly been wishful thinking.

'Oh hon. You poor thing.' Emma was quickly at Julie's side and guiding her away from the growing pool of slime and back into her dressing room. 'You can have a shower in here. Take as long as you need. I'll send my assistant up with some fresh clothes and she will get yours washed as well.'

'Th..thank you.' Julie muttered in genuine if muted thanks, the cloying wet mass already seeping through her clothing to rest uncomfortably against her fur, suddenly very keen to get out of those drenched clothes.

'Think nothing of it.' Emma replied as she glanced behind her, noting with interest that Debbie had disappeared in the confusion. Looks like she would have to put her plan into action after all.

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'You really don't have to tag along. I can handle this.' Bobbi called back to Debbie who was practically stalking along behind her. That was something of a bluff. It wasn't as if she knew what this was, only that there was some problem in the basement of the studio. At least according to the somewhat panicked babble from Mark as he rushed to get..something she hadn't caught as he dashed away. 'That goes for both of you.'

'Like I'm going to let my idiot brother get my into trouble.' Anne sighed as she hurried to cut past Debbie and up to Bonnie's side. 'I wouldn't trust him to fix a screw that was loose. Never mind something serious.'

'I'm not going anywhere either.' Debbie answered more cryptically. She didn't gave the luxury of Anne's direct and blunt answer. After all, she couldn't exactly admit she was unwilling to let Bobbi out of her sight. Not without having to admit why.

Unknown to her, she was playing right into Bobbi's hands with that. After all, saying she didn't have to be here was the best way of ensuring she did just the opposite. This way she could ensure she kept an eye on her as well.

'Fine.' Bobbi kept a smile off her face, hiding her satisfaction about how she was playing Debbie like a two string banjo. Had she known she was being played too, that they all were, she might not have looked so smug. She didn't though, her mind absent any suspicions as she pulled open the heavy door that lead to the basement, wincing at the harsh scrape of metal from the rusted hinges. 'Let's just get this done.'

'I don't think it will take long.' Anne scoffed. 'My brother has a tendency to panic. I'm sure this huge leak is anything but.'

'I guess we will find out.' Bobbi strode her way down the steps firmly. 'I can't hear any..ahhh..ouch.'

Those two sharp shocked exclamations came as Bobbi's feet were suddenly whisked out from under her as they met the slippery metal that had become the bottom steps, to leave her sitting both bruised and embarrassed on the bottom step; the puddle of water that had caused her to slip seeping through her trousers.

'Well..something was leaking.' Debbie said cooly as she carefully picked her way past Bobbi without lifting a finger to help her. 'It seems to have stopped so we can't do much now. Let's just send someone down here with a mop and some buckets and tell them to keep an eye on it.'

'Fine.' Bobbi grumbled as she climbed back to her feet. 'We've wasted enough...'

BANG.

The loud slam of metal upon metal made all three girls jump, not least because all of them recognised, in a moment of icy clarity, the sound of the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs slamming shut.

'Now what idiot did that. I'm gonna...ahhh.' Bobbi shrieked that exclamation for the second time in as many minutes. Not from pain or fear, but more utter shock as her whole world turned into a harsh downpour of gushing water. A sentiment shared by the others as the sprinkles overhead surged to life. Common sense would have had them running for the door the second the downpour started. Yet it's funny how a shock can override the mist basic of instincts.

And the sudden pour of gallons of cool water certainly counts as a shock, all three girls standing frozen for a good five seconds directly beneath one of the large sprinklers. It was in those five seconds that the damage was done. Of the three, Bobbi and Debbie's clothes offered the most protection; their t-shirts while thin were still heavy enough to absorb a good deal of the pouring water without much more effect than becoming utterly skintight and figure hugging, especially around the bust area. Anne on the other hand, who mostly due to her stubborn need to seem professional and business like at all times, had after her gunging at Bobbi's hands changed into one of the spare crisp white cotton shirts she had brought along just in case over her black skirt she had found in the wardrobe department. The thin material of which had become instantly saturated, the thin material quickly becoming utterly transparent to reveal the lacy black bra she had on beneath.

Bobbi was the first to shake off that shock, racing up the stairs towards the door with the others close behind her. All of which did nothing to help them escape the gushing downpour, all of the sprinklers having surged to life to fill of the basement with a heavy fake rain. Her relief at being able to escape turned quickly to horror as her tug on the door did nothing to budge it, that growing panic adding to the fresh urgent pull she applied to the handle.

A forceful tug perfectly resisted by the metal broom handle April had slipped between the outside handle and the door frame. Unaware of this and the chuckle she allowed herself as she imagined just how drenched her three victims must be, Bobbi and the others added all their strength to the door with no avail, the metal rod holding fast.

By now all three girls were soaked to the bone, hair drenched and utterly messed up as their clothes were saturated. Which added fresh humiliation to both Bobbi and Debbie. For the heated arguments they had had with their teams along with the frantic clean up after the second game had gotten them both a little sweaty, prompting them both to swap out for fresh t-shirts. Which might not sound too bad except in the interest of comfort, they had both chosen to discard their bras, leaving those fresh shirts pulled tight around the bare breasts and cold hardened nipples beneath as the pouring cool water worked its inevitable effect on them.
While the thought of being found looking like three winners of a wet tshirt contest was particularly galling, it was better than staying in here. A thought which prompted all three girls to start pounding on the door with their fists, as they kept their heads ducked against the downpour still soaking them from head to toe.

'Shouldn't we let them out?' Mark asked nervously despite the secret thrill of the punishment his sister was being subjected too. As much fun as it was to think about her struggling under the gushing water, he wouldn't mind seeing how Bobbi and Debbie looked in their drenched tight clothing. 'I mean...we don't want them to drown.'

'Don't worry.' April soothed, making sure to keep from Mark how tempting that idea was. 'I'll turn the sprinklers off in a bit. They can stay there for a while. I'll keep an eye on them. You should hurry upstairs though. The next game is about to start.'

'Come on, come on. Hurry up. The next round is ready to start.' The voice of the stage hand floated through the door with a sense of urgency that Jackie and her team didn't exactly share. Especially given how the former was more worried by the fact that she hadn't seen Debbie since the last round ended. Still, she didn't think she could wait for her any longer.

'Come on. Let's do this.' Jackie said with more confidence than she felt. 'I'm not going to give Katy and her team of harpies the satisfaction of winning by default.'

Jackie hadn't really meant to play that as a motivational card. She was just using it as something to motivate herself. Yet it did the job anyway, the rest of her team standing with various degrees of hesitation to follow behind her as she lead them out of the changing room.

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As hesitant about this as she was, it did Jackie's heart good to see that Katy and her team were looking as anxious as she and her fellows were. No doubt something to do with the fact that Bobbi was, like Debbie, conspicuous by her absence. Something that was reassuring for a second then, the longer she thought about, more worrying by the second.

All of which didn't help either team relax as they resumed their positions behind the dual lines of desks; their misgivings only increasing as Emma emerged back on the set with a winning smile. Not winning in a friendly way. No, more the expression of a poker player who has drawn a winning hand and doesn't care who knows it.

'Thank you. And welcome back to the penultimate round of our little quiz.' Emma directed that smoothly casual comment to both the cameras and the obviously anxious teams. 'Both of our teams have done very well this last couple of rounds. Yet they will need all the knowledge and luck they displayed here. For these last rounds are nothing but fiendishly hard.'

This simple statement was greeted with whooping cheers and applause from the audience who, after the previous disappointing rounds, were very keen too finally see one or both teams utterly destroyed by Gunge and slime and who knows what else.

Despite their determination to defeat the other and with that eager applause still ringing around them, Jackie and Katy shared a quick knowing glance that communicated one shared message. "We are really in trouble." While both of them were still ignorant of the lengths the other had gone too to prevent their team from being humiliated, the fact that their benefactors were absent had done nothing to reassure them.

'Some might even call it strictly so.' Emma continued, playing the stern headmistress card for all her equally stern outfit was worth as she swept around behind the desk that had been added for her a few feet away from the others with a flurry of her cape just like a teacher striding to the front of a class. 'For this is a school after all. And knowledge is prized, but ignorance comes with its own punishments I'm afraid. As for what those are, you will find out. Now...let's get started shall we? Each round will consist of five questions. Both teams can buzz in on these questions. A correct answer will earn you five points. A wrong answer will earn you something else. At the end of each round the team that scored the fewest points will have to take an extra forfeit. Right. First question. Buzz when you know the answer. Gotland is which country's largest island?'

Silence followed that question, for barely a second before Olivia buzzed in. Then silence reigned again. So eager to get the first answer..or maybe avoid being gunged..the brunette had buzzed in hastily without even being sure of the answer.

'I'm going to need an answer Ms Olivia.' Emma said with mock sympathy literally dripping from her tongue. 'No? Sweden is the answer, I'm afraid.'

Afraid she might be but nowhere near as afraid as Olivia looked as with almost precognitive reflexes the brunette ducked to hunch over her desk. Being the first victim had her really nervous. Which only made her a smaller target for the stream of green slime that splattered over her neck, tricking down her back and soaking her blazer. The heavy material at least prevented the Gunge from seeping through to her shirt just as her hunch protected her head from taking more than a few splashes up onto her hair, leaving her with no choice but to stay hunched under the gushing stream. While it did protect her in one sense, it also left her utterly vulnerable; more and more f the Gunge pouring down until what once was pure black was coated in a heavy skin of green now tricking over her fingers and down onto the floor as much as it was from the hem.

'Tut tut.' Emma shook her head. 'That blazer is filthy. I won't have my students wearing uniform in such a state. Take of off this instant.'

Jackie fully expected her to resist, privately hoping she would and earn herself another sliming. Yet the gunging had obviously knocked the fire out of Olivia as she meekly slipped the sodden garment off her body, leaving only her thin shirt as protection against any future mess.


'What city is the third largest in Spain in terms of population.' Emma asked with a casual ease, as if she hadn't just witnessed one of her students drenched in goo. An ease that was largely affected. While she couldn't admit it here, since it would break her stern headmistress persona, watching Olivia take the green splash had scratched an itch within her on many levels. It would have been satisfying enough just knowing she was evening the score against the two previous attempts to rig her game. Yet there was also the more visceral pleasure of the personal humiliation she was dolling out. Of the two, the second was the most seductive.

'Valentina.' Dolly called out as she slapped ferociously on her buzzer, beating both Kylie and Jackie by a fraction of a second. 'It's Valentina.'

'I think you meant Valencia.' Emma smirked, delighting in the shocked expression on her face and the peeved glance from her teammate who surely had known the correct answer. Which was a little unfair Emma reflected. It wasn't like she was going to suffer for her teammates rushed answer. Yet.

One who knew she was likely to suffer from the consequences of her actions was Dolly, a stifled shriek slipping past her lips as she ducked in terrified anticipation of what was surely coming her way. Which was also no doubt why she threw her hands up over her head, protecting her hair as best she could. Which did no good. A heavy rush of sticky pink goo surrounded her, liberally slapping against her hair with an almost insulting contrast to her black locks. It bubbled up and around her dark hair, coating it completely before continuing downwards. Her sleek styled hair did as little to stop it as her hands. While it wasn't that much, little more than enough to cover her hair in the thick pink, the tiny touch on her neck was shiver inducing and not in a good way. Her hands pressed into her hair had little effect to stop the slop from pouring over her face, the heavy mask she screwed her eyes shut against as disgusting as it was disorienting. Especially the way her whole head was clammy with the pink goo she could feel settling onto her shoulders as it slowly sloughed off her already ruined hair. Her belated and woefully inadequate efforts to protect herself had done little good, only adding to the slime splatting on her neck and sticking her collar to her skin with the volume of the vibrant pink. Her clothes were in a similar state stained by the last trickles of the sudden deluge, the majority of it seeping over her arms.

It was her resignation to how much of a mess she must look that made her sit back with a disgusted sigh, wondering just how Savannah had taken this kinda thing before.

Savannah for her part was shocked, fighting back a nervous giggle as she glanced at the pink slathered Dolly. Surely things were going to get far worse after this, which couldn't help her wondering what might happen to them all before this was done.


'In which English county would you find the towns of Diss, Thetford and King's Lynn?'

Barely had Emma finished that question before Savannah hastily slapped on her buzzer, not out of nerves but more from eagerness that she knew the answer. An eagerness that was justified as barely a second later Freya slapped her buzzer too.

'Norfolk.' 'Suffolk.' Savannah and Freya said in almost unison, the short mousy brunette beating the slender redhead by a scant second. Not that Savannah had doubted her answer. Her family had often holidayed in Norfolk when she was younger, while Freya's family had often jetted away to hotter climbs.

'Correct Savannah.' Emma replied, the cute brunette despite her surety gave a relieved smile that she had avoided getting messy. One mirrored by Freya as she too was understandably relieved her wrong answer had squeaked by unnoticed. 'Not so much you Freya.'


'What? No?' Freya shrieked, realising too late her assumption had been way off. There was nothing off about the sudden drop of cloying red Gunge that smoothly struck the centre of her head, drowning out the bright red of her dye with its deeper crimson shade. Shocked Freya leapt forward but the damage was done, the growing wave expanding over the rest of her hair despite her shocked duck. Her discomfort and shock was written on her face before that too was lost under the billowing yet tight umbrella of glistening Gunge. Her blazer was glistening too, red and sticky around the shoulders and down the lapels that sagged a little under the weight of the goo now pouring off her matted hair that is perfectly slicked and doing little to nothing to impede the slippery ooze that was being funnled down to form a puddle in the lap of her skirt.

Shocked though she was, Freya took her gunging with more than a modicum of bad grace; not helped by the way her teammates around her had leaned back to escape the sudden rush of goo she had no chance to; leaving her to take the full force of the running sheet now coating her clothing front and back alike as Freya grumpily swept what she could from her eyes. Red was normally her colour but she preferred to dress it in, not get covered head to toe in something as sticky as it was crimson; her hair and clothing both trickling the excess down to the floor while still leaving lots of it clinging to her in a thick layer which itself only added to the pool in her skirt which she too swept away as the audience's applause only served to complete her chagrin. Clearly her getting this messy was something they had longed to see. Only her fear of what might happen if she spoke out made her hold her tongue.

Emma carried on as if nothing else had happened when she too was secretly delighted. While Savannah made a cute victim, she loved seeing these mean girls brought down a peg or two. Something she was very much hoping to see continue with her next question.
Despite the glee she had while thinking about that, she kept her voice even as she asked it.

'In which country would you find Lake Baikal?'

That question sat hanging in the air as Emma surveyed the assembled girls, all of who were clearly carefully thinking it over. The effects of the last wrong answers seemed to have made them all cautious of speaking hastily. Yet it was towards Katy that Emma felt her eyes drawn. She could see as she watched her mind working. Which it was. The name has a European sounding twist to it. But not the soft European twist of France or Italy. So..that meant..

'Serbia.' Katy replied with a firm certainty. For certain she was, her arms crossed smugly over her chest, smugly as the grin on her face. A grin that fell a second later.

'Russia.' Emma said with an equally smug grin as she watched Katy brace for the Gunge she knew was coming. She couldn't help notice that like she had leaned away from her teammate, they were now eased as far away from her as they could; doing all they could to protect themselves. How tempting it would be to protect herself, but she had no chance. Or choice to do anything but shriek as the Gunge hit; that shriek growing louder as her head was encircled by the rippling stream of Gunge. Unlike Jackie's team, she really hasn't had the chance to get used to the strange feeling of being gunged. Even though the volume wasn't that overwhelming, merely thick and sticky, the heaviness of the waving coloured sludge added a deliciously humiliating extra sensation. And she could do nothing to avoid it. Katy was trapped in the maelstrom of colourful sludge that swept down from her head to her shoulders in one rapid movement. One moment she was utterly clean, the next the complete opposite of that. Not one strand of her hair was left visible to even her teammates beside her, who she was still hyper aware of the way they all leaned away hastily the second her gunging began. Like the others her clothes were soaked and heavy with the vibrant coloured goo, her hunched shoulders providing the perfect funnel over her jacket covered chest. And her hair was utterly ruined as one last trickle poured over her nose as she raised her head grumpily before she sat back with a huff almost in defiance of the Gunge trickling over her shoulders, face and legs in equal measure.

Almost as a decision to stoke the grumpy humpf Emma made saw she noticed the completely purposeful twitch of her lips before she launched into her final question. 'What is the capital city of Zambia?'

Sure she knew this one and in a desperate attempt to save some face for her team, Kylie jumped in almost immediately. 'Laksa.'

The confidence plastered over her face as she sat back into her seat was practically the expressional equivalent of a victory lap, Kylie not resisting the one last chance to take a dig at her opponents. Only the last laugh was about to be on her, her smug expression lost as her face was plastered by something else. Her self confident pose left her face in perfect position to catch the splash of green Gunge that split into ribbons and rivers of slippery slime. Surrounded by those ribbons Kylie could barely be seen as the deluge burst out around her face, the green mask still clinging as she lurched forward. While this did pull her face out of the hasty splurge from above, it also moved her forward to allow the Gunge to build to a perfect umbrella effect. Out and out in a coiled arc it billowed to splatter against her shoulders, the remainder pouring down her hair. Barely had her last gunging faded and she was now faced with another, the chagrin of being humiliated twice in a row almost as bad as the feeling of the slippery slime all around her. Almost. For Kylie, poor drenched and slimed Kylie, couldn't help a shudder of pure disgust and humiliation. Already she was soaked to the bone, her uniform heavy with equally heavy Gunge and yet she was forced to endure a second coating. The fact that she couldn't work out why it had happened just made it worse really. That was very much the thought on her mind as the Gunge tickled to a halt, her once black uniform jacket now lost below a green coat of a very different nature. The same green that had completely washed over her hair, the excess now oozing over her skirt to ease itself around the seat of her chair. Had it not been for the length of her skirt Kylie would no doubt have felt it against her thighs and perhaps even against her panties. While she still railed against the humiliating costume at least she had been spared that.


Well..that was clearly a white wash.' Emma said with blatant unmasked humour. 'While neither team entirely covered themselves in glory, we do have one team who stood out as the class dunces. So maybe this will help them learn a lesson.'

While that statement did bring a squirm of shame to Savannah, silently blaming herself for not jumping in with more of the answers, she did take a comfort in knowing they were safe whatever lesson Emma was referring too. A comfort that was lost on Katy's team, the other three all staring fixedly at her as they awaited the gunging she surely deserved for her less than Stella guesses. They still had her fixed by those stares when all four girls were obscured by a sheet of white Gunge. At least, a sheet was what it appeared like from the front. In reality it was more like a wave, a five foot wide pour from the trough hidden above the two rows of desks. Set in between each of them, it's ingenious design allowed it to be tipped either way, to pour its thick emulsion like Gunge over whichever team Emma desired. These little details were lost on Katy's team as they were instantly weighed down by the rushed release of the gallons of white Gunge; the literal white wash Emma had eluded too becoming all too real. The impressive wave encompassed not just the helpless girls but the desks and chairs as well, leaving more than enough to utterly coat them from head to toe and everything in between. Their uniforms stood no chance at protecting them, all of the heavy cloth plastered uselessly against their skin. While they could have withstood a small amount of Gunge even if the hapless girls had all been unslimed, there was just too much to even hope of them resisting. Shirts and blazers so overwhelmed they might as well as have been naked, the heavy Gunge seeping through to all the bare skin it could reach, so that there was little difference between the feeling on thier legs as their torsos. Before it had hit, Freya had taken quick comfort that her heavy jacket would offer more protection than was available to the shirt clad Olivia. The truth was that both of them suffered equally, equally weighed down by the instant besieging wave of Gunge. As the last of it splashed out on the floor around them to make a puddle Emma quickly darted back from the full horrendously effective effect was revealed, the quartet of girls nothing more than white blobs surrounded by enough Gunge to cover three times there number.

The immediate view was like a disaster in a paint factory, the girls glistening in the sticky white Gunge, much to the delight of the audience and Jackie's team alike. Sure, both of them were aware something similar could await them very soon. But none of that ruined the enjoyment of the moment.

'Right..stand up. All of you.' Emma both still playing and enjoying the role of stern headmistress. 'You are all a mess. Those uniforms are a disgrace. Go and change them immediately.'

Too shocked, messy and embarrassed to really do anything else, Katy and her team trailed off dejectedly backstage, the still dripping and clinging Gunge the only thing hiding the relief to be able to get into some clean clothes. Had they known exactly what clean clothes awaited them, they might have been less enthusiastic.

Under normal circumstances Jackie and her team too would have been enthusiastic. After all, they had just if not crushed then at least outdone Katy and her team. And enjoyed the sight of them all taking a hugely deserved gunging into the bargain. Yet the continued absence of Debbie was a cloud of uncertainty hanging over of the group. One not eased as Emma turned towards them with a stern stare.

'I'd say you did well. But you really didn't.' Emma said quickly thinking on the fly. After all they had some time to kill during the understandable delay before Katy and her team returned. Which was why she had during the distracted silence that followed the distracted gunging quickly whispered a hasty instruction to April. The woman really was proving a godsend here. 'So I have a chance for you to redeem yourselves.'

That announcement was followed by a fresh ripple of excitement from the audience, who as well as Jackie's team seemed to have followed the unspoken sentiment that went with it; the former having been disappointed that one group of girls had gotten away mostly clean.

'And by chance I mean another game for you to play.' With that ripple being the only sound that followed, Emma took the silence as an opportunity to continue. A ripple that grew to one of amused and delighted applause as with the aid of more than a few stage hands a small yet suitably sizeable dunk tank was wheeled with some considerable effort between the two rows of desks. An effort that spoke to the fact that it was full of a similarly suitable quantity of something disgusting.

'You..want us to go up there?' Jackie asked nervously as she eyed the quartet of narrow seats set around the edge of the tank, the simple slats of metal so low their feet would be inches from whatever muck filled it.

'Well..you don't HAVE to.' Emma put a slight emphasis on that word. 'Of course, this lot want to see someone take a plunge into it I'm sure. So to that end..well..I've arranged an incentive shall we say. I'm sure you've heard of the Victorian tradition of the whipping boy designed to ensure a Royal or high born student was dedicated to his studies. Historically dubious perhaps, but I've brought along a suitable stand in should you not want to play my game. Can we bring out our special guest?'

Emma had been particularly pleased with this little idea of hers, one she was glad to get the chance to use. Of course the 'guest' who arrived on stage didn't look as thrilled, especially given she didn't have much choice; being wheeled over to the tank on a equally small chair at the top of a metal ramp that looked precariously placed enough to send her tumbling into the goo at any minute. Add to that how she was dressed in little more than a very thin summer dress and she looked incredibly vulnerable. And incredibly familiar too; all of the assembled girls gasping as they recognised the full figured and cuddly brunette Albeit for different reasons.

For the three established glee club members the arrival of their favourite lecturer, mentor and confident with her hair pulled away from her chubby face in her traditional ponytail, was shocking enough. For Savannah the arrival of her cousin, past babysitter and once Time secret crush was equally shocking. She had known she was teaching at a university yet hadn't yet discovered it was hers. For her part Leona had made a point of not revealing that yet, wanting her to find her own feet at the campus first. She knew she would do better if she settled in on her own terms and made her own connections without a safety net of someone she knew. Those were questions Savannah would deal with later though.

'It's up to you how you play this one. You can play this game from down there or up here. The only catch is if you play down there and loose, the poor Leona will be dumped into the slop in your place. And I don't think she will like that.'

Clearly those words had the desired effect, Jackie and co just as clearly wavering as Leona shook her head decisively while eying wherever slop now sat inches below her feet. A decisive reaction that had even Jackie wavering. A glance around at her team showed that they too were not comfortable with that idea for various reasons, all of them looking to the others for some guidance about what to do next.

'Fine.' Jackie said with a confidence that already started to fade as she climbed up the steps to take her seat over the tank. And that was before she saw the muck stretched out before her. A black oily gunk that filled the four foot by four foot almost to the brim, the slippery surface smooth and slick as the oil she hoped it was mimicking. Her stomach lurched at the sight of it, a reaction she suppressed as she eased herself down into the seat, taking great care not to let it touch her feet.

It was a trepidation shared by the others as they joined her. Savannah looked torn, clearly worried not just for herself but Leona as well. The others merely looked aghast at the sight of what lay before them; clearly reassessing the wisdom of their choice. Jackie couldn't blame them for that. She too was thinking it might have been better to just throw Leona into the Slime in their place. Still..they had made up their minds.
'Sooo..Leona..do you feel confident in your students abilities to protect themselves from the Gunge? Or do you think they will be taking a very messy trip very soon?.'


'I hope so.' Leona replied to Emma's question, It slipped past the attention of the assembled girls that Leona didn't specify exactly which one she meant. 'I'd be very disappointed if they didn't show the promise I know they are capable of.'

'No pressure then.' Emma continued. 'Well..actually...there is quite a bit of pressure here. We don't have time to beat about the bush. So you have thirty seconds to solve this little puzzle. Simply pick out the symbols that only appear once in this sequence. Good luck.'

'Wait..what?' Jackie blurted out, her eyes quickly drawn to the flicker of light that became the projection that fell on the blackboard at the end of the mock classroom. Luckily all their eyes were drawn to that as a rapid series of symbols flashed across the board one at a time. In that quick second Jackie was able to recognise them as chemical symbols, the paired letters flicking before her eyes; each one barely visible for a scant few seconds. Luckily she was able to pick out a few of them in those seconds and commit them to memory. She just had to hope the others had done as well.

'Right. There you go.' Emma said as the screen flickered again to change to a grid containing a group of twenty chemical symbols. 'Five of these only appeared once. You have thirty seconds to find them. Good luck.'

'Ummm...I only saw PB once.' Dolly jumped in quickly, those words highlighting the square containing that symbol.

'And Au.' Savannah chimed in. 'I'm sure.'

'Ca as well.' Jackie agreed.

'Yes. Hg too. And..and..oh dear.' Savannah could be forgiven for her sudden anxiety as she along with her team realised they only had ten seconds left on the timer. 'Um...Hf. Mo.'

'Sb?' Emily threw out as a last second desperate guess before the timer ticked down to zero, the silence that followed leaving them all desperately hoping that guess had been correct. Silence that was broken by the heavy sound of a metallic clunk, one that prompted Jackie to breath a sigh of relief. Surely that sound was the chairs locking themselves in place to keep them gloriously safe and sound above the Slime.

How wrong she was. Savannah didn't even have time to scream before her seat dropped without warning. Her anxious lean forward to observe the screen proved to be a mistake. Caught by surprise Savannah didn't so much plunge as topple forwards to land face first in the gunk, all of her driven below the deep sticky surface. Even standing up there was enough depth of goo to claim all of her, her prone position ensuring all of her vanished beneath the slick oily muck.



Despite the seconds warning she was given Dolly was equally caught off guard as her seat gave out with a clank. The sudden lack of support and surface below her turning her seated pose quickly into a headlong fall. Unlike Savannah her feet met the Gunge first, leading to a much more contained splash as she too sunk from sight. A splash that only widened as her instinctively flung out arms followed her torso below the goo, the resulting wave catching the just recently risen Savannah as she struggled to stay afloat in the Gunge. Despite that splash there was still little different between her and Dolly as she rose to the surface as well, both girls unrecognisable below the black goo plastered to their heads.

Emily did shriek as her turn to plunge came around, the shock of the not entirely unexpected drop still there and fuelled by the sight of what had befallen her teammates. Or what they had fallen into. As horrible as it had looked as she sat above it, the effects looked much worse. Sadly those were effects she quickly experienced for herself. Her horrified ululation cut off sharply as she too sunk below the oily Gunge, plunged into the muck a few feet away from her black Gunge slathered teammates, rapidly submerged as they had been. Only to continue as a cry of utter disgust as she rose to float neck deep in the Slime just like Savannah and Dolly, all three treading the goo that lapped at their chests and necks.

While it surely the shock had been terrible for the others, they at least hadn't suffered the fresh dread of waiting for it like Jackie had. Which was surely why she was seated with her feet tucked up high in a desperate attempt to protect herself. Desperate but futile, her seat giving way last to drop her like a cannonball into the waiting Gunge. Eyes screwed shut, she was instantly enveloped, plunged below the surface just like the others. She flailed in the cloying Slime, feeling it presses against her skin and flowing around her hair. With a gasp she rose to float with the others, letting out a grimace of pure disgust. While she was grateful the shock of the drop was over, it felt no less disgusting now she was standing in it.

'So...Leona..are you impressed by your students?' Emma watched the four girls struggle up the ladder the stage hands eased into the pit. Despite their eagerness to get out of the Slime, there was no getting away from the sludge that clung to them all. Something Emma was willing to let them linger in for a bit longer.

'No..I'm not.' Leona shook her head slowly. 'None of them noticed that the symbol they should have said was He not Hg. So I think a drop in the slop should be a good lesson for them all.'

'And how do you think they will feel knowing you set them up?' Emma asked.

'I..thought you weren't going to mention that.' Leona dipped her eyes a little to avoid the sudden intense stares of her students.

'Oh? You mean how you knew you wouldn't be gunged even if they said no to playing my game?' Emma replied sweetly. 'That it was all a ruse to trick them into playing? You know..maybe I did say something like that. My bad. Still..it's not like they are going to get you back for that or anything.'

I wouldn't be too sure about that. Leona grimaced in her head, trying not to think about the revenge they might decide to take on her. 'Could I get down from here now please?'

Casual as that phrase sounded, Leona had to admit she was suddenly a whole less blasabout sitting up here than she had been before. Not that she had been completely relaxed about it before. Now with the stares she was still getting she felt more than a little vulnerable.

'Oh...of course. Can we bring Leona down please.'

So relieved to hear that was Leona that she missed the glint in Emma's eye, the sweetly shapely teacher fully expecting someone to move the ramp away from the glistening pool of icky muck. Relief that turned into very palatable fear as the chair lurched forward. For a long second Leona feared something had gone wrong, then as she started to build up speed she realises with a sinking feeling that her students weren't the only ones who had been set up.

Hands desperately pressing the material of her dress to her legs in a passionate attempt to stop the audience from getting a view of her underwear, Leona braced for the tip that would send her plunging into the oily mess before her. While her efforts to keep her skirt from flying up were successful, there was nothing she could do to prevent the chair from tipping her from its relative safety into the waiting depths of the Gunge pool.

Eyes screwed shut, Leona felt as much as heard her landing into the pool. Her ears filled with a heavy splat and splash as her tumbling form displaced a goodly amount of the muck, her prone body dumped unceremoniously right in the middle of the gunk. Like a stone chucked into a lake she vanished to leave huge ripples in the wake of her landing before she rose, desperately treading water as she bobbed on the surface. She felt utterly funky, her hair glued to her head as her saturated dress was plastered to her body; hugging her cutely rounded curves and stomach and stuck fast to her legs. None of which had prevented the Gunge from flowing up around her white panties that were likely anything but by now, the thin materiel tight and sticky between her legs.

Outside the tank, despite her own gunged state, Jackie was delighted with this turn of events. While this in no way evened the score between them, Jackie already plotting sweet revenge for this betrayal, she couldn't deny she enjoyed watching Leona take the same drop they had all experienced. Sadly Emma wasn't going to give her time to savour that moment.

'Go and take your seats please. We do have a game to get on with after all.'

'Like this?' Jackie asked cautiously.

'Oh yes. You are right. All of you are a disgrace as well.' Emma replied. 'Clean them up please.'

Jackie didn't like the sound of that and she was right. Where the gallons of water that poured over the four huddled girls came from she had no idea. Yet down it poured, cruelly yet effectively washing away the clinging black Slime to a grin from Emma, her eyes drinking in the now practically see through tops the girls were desperately trying to hide with arms hastily wrapped around each other's chests. She could only imagine Bobbi and Debbie looked equally drenched by this point.

In fact they were more so. While the sprinklers had turned off a good ten minutes ago, Bobbi, Debbie and Anne were still soaked to the bone and shivering slightly as they sat in a close wordless huddle at the top of the stairs. Not that they really wanted to sit in such closeness but with the cold seeping through them the comfort of the warmth they could provide had proved irresistible. Not that they would be there that much longer. In another ten minutes April would send someone to let them out, the young man she chose getting an eyeful of the three drenched ladies and their tight clothing before all of them stalked away to get warmed up.

While we had been checking on Bobbi, Debbie and Anne the stage hands had been busy. A few frantic minutes work had removed the dunk tank, mopped up the lingering water and Gunge and generally gotten the set ready for the final round. All they needed now was Katy's team.

Who as luck would have it emerged onto the stage at just that moment. Albeit reluctantly. And Jackie could see why. While Emma had been true to her word and provided them with fresh uniforms, she, her team and the assembled audience couldn't help noticing a few differences with these new ones. Whereas the previous ones had been prudent almost to the point of being chaste; these were anything but. Just the skirts alone easily earned the term slutty, coming as they did barely to mid thigh length, which surely if not for the Victorian style school desks would give the audience a full view of their panties the second they sat down. The shirts weren't much better, the thin material purposefully tight around the bust and stomach. Which meant that without the protection of the blazer there was very little protection between them and the Gunge.

'Bride we get started...' Emma added. 'I'm sure you'd all like to change out of those wet clothes. And luckily we have some spare uniforms ready for you.'

The round of applause from the audience did nothing to ease Jackie's apprehension, each one sure what that meant and none of them keen to come back out dressed so revealingly for the voyeuristic pleasure of the audience.

'Not that you have to of course.' Emma continued like a poker player who knows she has the winning hand and doesn't mind who else knows it. 'For underneath all of your desks is waiting a pit full of disgusting slop that makes what we dropped you and dear Leona into look pleasant by comparison. So..you can refuse and we simply drop your team into it and declare the others the winner.'

Emma was under no illusions that it was likely the second threat that convinced Jackie rather than the first. She had gambled on her prideful desire not to loose to win out over her modesty. And she had been right.

'Come on. Let's do this. At least it will be warm.' Jackie said as she lead her team backstage.


Emma smiled to herself as she watched the clearly embarrassed girls take their seats while the others trudged off to change as well. While she was unaware of the drama that had occurred during the planning meetings where the idea of these uniforms was touted and rejected utterly by both Debbie and Bobbi, she was very glad to find they had simply been put in storage rather than disposed of. Something else that wasn't lost on her was the continued absence of the aforementioned girls. An absence she was planning to utterly take advantage of. With the continued lack of protection, Emma saw it as a perfect chance to catch up on the missed opportunities of the earlier games.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long as she watched with delight the other team return, a delight echoed by the audience as they responded with a chorus of rippled applause and the odd whistle from more than one of the ladies. Yet there was nothing but almost mortified embarrassment on the faces of the four girls as they slunk back onto the stage. Of the four, Savannah had gotten the best of it. For once her diminutive stature was actually an upside, the short skirt offering her the protection of at least reaching the middle of her thighs. True, it did nothing about the snugness of the shirt but at least she wasn't in as much danger of flashing her underwear as the others; all of whom's skirts risked a glimpse of panties with every step they took.

All of which was making for an exceedingly uncomfortable moment for Jackie, Emily and Dolly; none of whom had ever dressed like this before. Showing a little cleavage or wearing tight jeans to impress a crush was one thing, but blatantly walking around dressed like a tart was quite another. So they too were understandably relieved when they were able to sit down and let get desks preserve their modesty.

At least they were spared any snide remarks or glances from Katy's team who seemed to be unable to summon any enjoyment of this moment, no doubt due to them still stinging from this humiliation that they shared.


'Since both teams did so badly previously.' Emma said without preamble, addressing both the sets of girls hunched for one reason or another behind their desks. While Katy's team were desperately trying to protect what modesty they had, Jackie's team were more affected by their clinging and soaked uniforms, all four girls looking cold as miserable. 'We should just get going and give you a chance to make up lost ground. Which animals are known for spending most of their lives hanging upside down in the trees of the tropical rain forests of South America and Central America?'

'Oh..Sloths. It's Sloths.' Savannah called quickly with a raised hand before the others could even have a think. She knew how much she looked like the teachers pet at that moment, but she was so desperate to give her team and early lead that she jumped in.

'Well done. Correct. However..that question was for Jackie alone. So I can't accept that answer I'm afraid. Next question. Freya..in what century was Genghis Khan born?'

'Ummm...the 9th?' Freya replied with an obvious grimace. She is a dancer and an athlete for gods sake. Why couldn't she get a question on popular culture.

'The 12th.' Emma replied. 'Olivia..Asuka, Rei and Shinji are characters in which famous anime?'

'Beats me.' Olivia said, then continued in a hope to at least save some street cred. 'Do I look like a Nerd?'

'No..not dressed like that.' Emma retorted with a glance at her outfit as Olivia scowled. 'Jackie..Bruce Willis stared in which Luc Bessan Sci-fi film?'

'Umm...Dune?' Jackie took a stab in the dark at the only other sci-fi movie she knew besides Star Wars.

'Fifth Element.' Emma replied. 'Kylie. House, Weaver and Water are all which genus of animal.

'Cockroach?' Kylie offered with a shudder, the names connoting something disgusting in her mind, leading her to guess the one creature she hated.'

'Spiders.' Emma corrected. 'Dolly..Known for battles in Jerusalem, this religious order is known as the Knights..what?'

'Holy?' Dolly hesitantly answered. '

'Templar.' Emma said. 'Katy..Oolong, Gunpowder and Camomile are types of what?'

'Tea bags.' Katy replied.

'No..tea.' Emma said smartly before moving on. 'Emily. How many soccer players should each team have on the field at the start of each match?'

'10?' Emily guessed.

'11.' Emma replied. 'Kylie..Is Java a type of OS?'

'Ummm...yes?' Kylie offered.

'Umm..no.' 'Emma mimicked. 'Jackie..What was Twitter's original name?'

'Was it...Tweeter?' Jackie suggested.

'No..it was Twitter. That was a trick question.' Emma grinned. 'Final Question. Katy. Which companies are part of the Big Three?'

'Microsoft, Amazon and Google?' Katy offered.

'You would think.' Emma nodded. 'But no. Well..that wasn't a very good round at all was it? No points there to speak of for either team. Which means we have a tie break with both teams in last place.'

'Wait..what about the other games?' Katy blurted out. 'Surely we were ahead on those.'

'Maybe you were. But it was this round that counted.' Emma countered, having planned this once she had dealt with Debbie and Bobbi. Given all their interference she had decided it was only fair to consider them null and void. 'And by the rules of the game..the team with the lowest score at the end is the loser. Which I'm afraid is both of you. Sooo...have a nice trip.'

'What?' Katy and Jackie said in unison before all six girls vanished, the seats they had sat soundly on dropping away beneath them with a harsh click. Just as they both shrieked in unison, remembering Emma threat of the disgusting slop that lay beneath them. So you could imagine their surprise when instead of landing with a splash, they found themselves sliding down a large plastic slide that was really the only thing hidden under the set. A slide that quickly terminated to dump them all in a shallow metal trough on wheels, the square sides covered and contained by a domed cage of metal bars. As if that wasn't surprising enough, both teams found themselves confronted by the sight of Debbie and Bobbie respectively; the two damp haired girls still dressed in their drenched clothes.

Back up on the stage, Emma allowed herself a smile, smugly imagining the surprise the two teams must be feeling by now. The whole thing about the disgusting pit was a bluff of course. But it made for a great incentive to make them keep playing. And a great way to trick them into her final surprise. 'Well..that was a close thing. But don't go away. We haven't quite seen the last of our two teams yet.'

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Months to write, twenty minutes to upload. Funny how that works out. Speaking honestly, I'm glad this is completed. Took longer than I expected and completing it was hanging over me. That's one of my weaknesses I guess, I worry if something takes a while to finish. Especially when it's something my fans are waiting on. Plus I have a lot more cool content I want to get on crafting as well. Right now I'm hashing out a profile for my next Patreon Pin Up character. She's a sassy social media star known for her equally sassy and messy content. If that sounds like fun, drop by my Patreon and you could help shape her first outing into the world.

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