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Katie's First Open Day
Story by MrWetShirtx
Posted 9/30/17     748 views
Katie's First Open Day

Katie settled into her workday routine. Time passed by quickly when she was on duty, there was always lots to do and there were always interesting people coming in. She didn't have time to go into the pool during working hours, but she managed a ten-minute swim in her clothes a couple of times, during tea intervals. One downside was that she saw less of Kevin. One of them was invariably on duty whilst the other was not, and they were not scheduled to have the same day off at least for another week. They saw each other two or three times during the next week, either between shifts or for a coffee in the City, but Katie looked forward to them spending some proper time together. Katie had her first weekend shifts on Saturday and Sunday. It was just like working during the week, except that the pool was a bit busier.

The following Saturday was Open Day. Katie decided that, if the waitresses were going to have their uniforms on, then she should wear something smart too. She thought about a summer frock, but in the end, she settled on a light pastel blue blouse and dark blue skirt. She knew that she had more spare clothes at work. She wore her ordinary trainers and put a sweatshirt on top for now. Open Day was one opportunity for all four attendants to meet one another, something which they rarely did at work. So at lunchtime that day they all arrived at the pool, in plenty of time to get things ready for Drench The Wench. The maintenance crew had coned off a large section of the car park outside, around the main doors. They had erected a set of large advertising screens in an open U shape, facing the main pathway beyond the car park. They had also put short poles, on rubber supports, in a wide circle around the open area. The poles were linked together with lengths of rope. George had also been busy. He brought with him six new plastic buckets and a bag full of huge sponges. "These are too big!" Kevin said, "They hardly fit into the buckets!" So they cut each of the sponges each into two, giving them now a dozen, which were still bigger than a bath sponge. They felt very soft. They carried two tables outside and some plastic seats, which they set up in front of the screens. They arranged the poles and ropes to form a spectator area with a funnel leading up to the tables.

Three large paper posters had been produced in the administration section, each one carrying one word of "Drench The Wench," in letters printed three feet high. There were also three smaller posters saying "2 til 4." When these were ordered, two young staff who worked in admin thought this event was a great idea and asked if any more wenches were required! George took them up immediately on their offer, requesting them to be at the pool by 2 pm on Saturday and advising them to bring a change of clothes! The girls thought this was hilarious! George sent out messages to the seven waitresses, asking them to arrive at different times between two and three thirty. This would save them all waiting around for too long on the day. George and Kevin fixed the posters firmly to each of the screens with adhesive tape. It was after half past one and things were shaping up for a 2 pm start!

Then the most important chair was brought out, a white plastic seat to be occupied by the victim. George paced twenty steps out from the tables, and put down the chair, just in front of the back screen and between the two side screens. "The screens around will stop the sponges going everywhere!" he said. "We'll need someone to keep running back and forward to return the sponges to the buckets!" Katie volunteered to do this. The hose was fitted and run out through the doors, making a hissing sound as water splashed out over the tarmac. The buckets were soon filled and placed on one of the tables. Kevin plunged a sponge in. It seemed to be very absorbent, he lifted it out and water poured from it. "One or two of these in the face will be a right soaking!" Kevin thought. The sponges were very soft and could do no harm. They brought out two huge metal cash boxes. "We'd better make sure to keep the cash dry," said Kevin, "There's going to be water flying everywhere!"

Then Katie remembered there were dozens of spare rubber mats in the storeroom, which had never been used in years. She gathered them, and they laid them in two parallel rows, to make walkways between the tables and the wench's chair. "We can take our shoes off now," Katie explained, "And walk over in bare feet!" They wrote out several signs, in felt pen, on large sheets of white paper, "3 throws, 2 dollars, 1 bucket, 5 dollars!" They fixed these signs to the tables and onto the sides of the screens. George made a thick line on the tarmac, with several long strips of tape, four feet in front of the tables, facing the screens. "That will be close enough!" he mused. "We've got to give the wenches a chance that some people will miss!"

By ten to two quite a few people were starting to gather behind the rope. George began to sense that this event was going to be popular. He turned on the hose and swished water over the mats. There was cheering, "Where are the wenches!" someone shouted. "I'm here!" Katie called back. "Hey, it's that nice young girl who just started in the pool!" someone added. "You shouldn't have to do this, you don't deserve this!" Katie laughed in reply, "I'm game for it!" Just then four girls arrived. Two waitresses in uniform and the two from admin, both in knee-length skirts, light coloured blouses, tights and shoes. The waitresses both carried bags, containing dry clothes.

"Come on, let's get started!" the first voice from the crowd shouted again. There was now a queue, a dozen long, between the ropes. George urged everyone to quieten down, "Nothing happens until the deputy mayor declares the day open, at two!" he said, pointing up the path. "They will have speeches first!" "Perhaps the speeches will go on until four!" Katie quipped loudly, to general laughter. They could hear a distant, garbled sound of voices speaking through a microphone and amplifier. Then the latest voice reached a crescendo and the sound of applause echoed around. "Declared Open!" the voice said again. George turned to the four girls, "OK then," he said quickly, "Who's brave enough to go first!" The two girls from admin peered down at the hose, as George turned it back on, and at each other, and looked quite doubtful. "I'll go first!" a waitress offered. Cindy was older than the rest of them, she was a big confident girl, and she was wearing old pieces of uniform issued to her in past years when she had been a size or two smaller. Her skirt gripped her bum and her top was bulging. Cindy squeezed into the seat and glared at the queue of mostly young men waiting. She was well used to dealing with the odd drunk in the restaurant at one in the morning! There were about fifty spectators gathered now.

There was complete silence while the first thrower dropped his cash into the box with a clang. A stream of drips fell around as he lifted a sponge from the nearest bucket. "It's lovely and warm!" he said loudly, and he quickly threw the sponge before too much of it's freezing cold contents fell out. The sponge whizzed through the air, leaving a trail of spray behind it, before thumping into the screen behind Cindy. The screen rattled, but it was firm and solid. Two others followed, both missing Cindy. Big wet blotches appeared on the screen, where each sponge had struck, and streaks of water began running down the surface. Cindy turned around. She could tell that she was going to get soaked as soon as the first sponges struck her. The next thrower did so more gently but with better aim, and Cindy fended off three sponges with her hands, sending out splashes over herself each time. Katie ran over, collecting six sponges and returning them to the overflowing buckets. Cindy was glowering with mock contempt, she made a perfect wench. The third thrower, however, was able to combine power and accuracy and his first sponge slapped into Cindy's chest before she realized it was coming at her. There was a murmur all around, water splashed over her face and the sponge, now minus most of its contents, dropped onto Cindy's skirt. Cindy suppressed a squeal as two more hit her arms, as she raised them to her face. She kept this defensive position as the next person gently landed three totally soaked sponges onto her body. Cindy dropped her arms as Katie returned for the sponges, "I'm getting soaked!" Cindy mumbled. The next three sponges went mostly wide, but then the first five dollar bucket was paid for. The thrower carefully pitched the bucketful high in the air, directly in line with Cindy, and most of it seemed to land on her. Her hair looked bedraggled, her blouse and vest were already wet through and she knew she had hardly started. George and Kevin were getting into a quick routine of filling buckets and putting the sponges back in them.

Cindy's turn lasted another ten minutes, she fended off most of the sponges but got a bit wetter each time they splashed off her hands. But it was the buckets that did her the real damage, there was no defence and another half dozen customers took aim with whole bucketful's, most of which reached her. So when Cindy finally stood up the water ran off all of her and her top and skirt were saturated. A big patch of wetness spread out on the ground around her, joining up with more wetness running away from where the buckets were being filled.

"Next one!" George turned back to the girls. "Oh no, can we wait til it's quieter?" one of the admin staff asked. "I think it's getting busier!" George replied. "I'll go, I'll get it over with!" the other waitress offered. She was very quiet, she was tall and very well proportioned. She took the seat with about as much dignity as the situation allowed. The first few throws she faced were fast and accurate, but she made no effort to defend herself, keeping her arms at her side as the heavily loaded sponges hit her front, splattering water over and around her. Kevin and George were getting quicker at taking the cash and filling the buckets, and they had throwers lined up now without any pause between them. Katie dodged in and out, collecting one lot of sponges as another landed close by. New people kept joining the queue, many of whom were coming back for a second turn. The poor waitress showed little reaction, sponge after sponge hit her and her plain white bra became clearly visible through her shiny white blouse. Her skirt glistened against her thighs. Then she faced her first bucket, she bent right forward in the chair and big drops of water landed on her back. Another ten minutes, another couple of buckets and the poor girl's hair was soaking and dribbles of water ran constantly from her skirt and off the chair. The posters behind her looked tattered, and several hung down where the soaking sponges had dislodged them. The two girls from admin looked bemused, "We didn't think it would be as wet as this!" one of them said. "I thought you would wring out the sponges first, they should only be a bit damp really!" "Wring out the sponges!" George was astounded. "What does the sign say? "Drench The Wench!" Drench The Wench it says, and Drench The Wench it means! And it will still mean the same when you both take your turns!" The two girls did not reply. Neither of them had bothered to bring spare clothes. The ground all around was now running with water which tinkled constantly into the drains along the wall of the pool.

Two more waitresses arrived just before half-past two. They hadn't bothered with their uniforms, they were bold and loud and wore just one piece swimsuits and shorts. They waved their arms and chanted "Drench The Wench!" The first of them jumped into the seat, waving and then standing up again as she shouted at the crowd. It was quietening down now, there were still plenty of spectators but the queue had disappeared. This gave Katie a chance to get her breath back and she walked slowly around, collecting the sponges. Slap! A sponge hit Katie right in the middle of her back. "Hey, I'm not on yet!" she objected, giving the thrower a dirty look. As she bent down to pick up the sponge, she felt another one skim over her. "Hey!" she shouted again. Katie could feel a damp patch where the back of her blouse was sticking to her. The idea of aiming at Katie took hold amongst each thrower, the next one even waited a couple of minutes until someone else threw first, and then hit poor Katie again in the back when she stepped forward to retrieve. The wet patch on her lovely blouse had turned a darker shade of blue. Katie wore matching blue underwear and the line of her bra strap showed through the where her back was wet. Katie dodged several more sponges she saw coming, but she was hit from behind again and again, on her shoulders and on her bum. The wench in the chair had nearly completed her 15 minutes and she was still almost dry! The paying customers seemed to prefer seeing poor Katie getting wet in her clothes, rather than the willing victim who had come well prepared in her swimsuit!

George was not allowing this! He adjusted the hose to produce a narrow spray and turned it on full, playing it onto the ground. Then he offered the hose to the next paying customer, inviting him to squirt the wench! The water from the hose spread out a bit in the air, but it easily reached the chair, quickly showering her, soaking her long blond hair and body. She stood up and stretched out her arms, her soaked swimsuit gripping tightly to her boobs. Several people cheered.

"Can I go on next?" asked Katie, "I'm wet through already!" Everyone agreed. "Can we collect the sponges?" the admin girls asked. George agreed and then overheard one then say to the other, "We'll do this until it finishes, then we'll keep dry!" George smiled to himself. He had other ideas. Kevin watched Katie take the seat. He thought she looked so pretty, she was still quite dry down her front. There was no one else waiting for a go. "How many sponges for five dollars?" he asked George. "Oh, three lots," George replied. "Nine sponges!" Kevin placed three buckets, each brim full and with three sponges bobbing over the tops, on the line. He began lobbing them firmly in Katie's direction. Katie ducked and wriggled as she knocked the first two away. Little drops of water splashed down her blouse. Kevin stepped forward, halfway to the chair. "Hey, that's cheating!" Katie exclaimed. "Everyone's cheating against me today!" Keven threw more sponges at her much more forcibly, and Katie had no chance from that distance. Big sprays of water jumped up from her, each time a sponge hit. Then Kevin walked right up to her, carrying the third and last bucket. Katie buried her face in her hands as Kevin squeezed the sponges over her head, so as to make sure it ran down her back, her arms and her front. "That's a lovely outfit, Katie!" he whispered, "Can I come for a swim with you in it, sometime?" Katie looked up and squealed, as water ran out of her eyes and down her neck, "Oh yes, lover boy!" she smiled, "I can't wait. The pool's nice and warm. This is freezing!" Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed. Kevin gently tipped the bucket over Katie's head as she looked up at him, blowing bubbles with the water as it ran over her lips and onto her chin.

It was much quieter now and a couple of minutes passed between each group of people having a go. Lots of folks stopped at the rope as they went passed, they laughed and smiled and many expressed sympathy for drenched Katie, as she sat there. Her blouse was clinging to her arms and chest. It wasn't see through at all, but the shape of her bra underneath stood out. The two girls from admin took it in turns to collect the sponges, they looked as though they were starting to enjoy themselves. Then three lads arrived. It was Tod, Zed and Duffy. No-one else knew that, without funds for public transport, they had set off at eight o clock that morning and walked over twenty miles to get there! George did not recognize them. "Having a go, lads?" he asked. "You can soak Katie a bit more!" "We've only got two dollars!" Tod replied, "OK then", George replied, "Two dollars and you can get three sponges each!" Katie smiled at the three of them and made no attempt to fend off their throws. She was wet through anyway. Three or four sponges landed on her. Then she got up. A couple more waitresses had arrived, with bikini ties visible behind their blouses. The other girl in the swimsuit took Katie's place.
Katie shuffled back to the tables and pulled her dry sweatshirt over her. "I'm cold!" she said, thanking Tod, Zed and Duffy for coming. They stayed watching, while Katie went for a warm shower and a change. George caught Tod's eye, "Hey listen lads," he said in a very quiet, conspiratorial voice. "I want you to do me a favour!" he indicated the two girls from admin. "They're supposed to be taking a turn each!" George explained, "But they think they've got away with it! They expected me to wring out the sponges first for them! Honestly! I'm going to get them both over by the screens, and I want you to turn the hose on them!" "Are you sure?" Tod asked," I mean, we won't get into trouble again?" "No," laughed George, This is supposed to be Drench The Wench!"

The girl in the chair was still singing and chanting, along with her friend, who was now dried and changed and standing nearby. Sponges were only coming towards her every couple of minutes and she had kept herself mostly dry. George turned the hose on again and sent several waves of spray over her. "Hey girls," George called out to the two from admin. "The posters you made are all sodden and hanging off! They look awful now! Can you get a chair, please, and take them down. Could you pull all the tape off the screens please?" The girls looked delighted! They readily agreed. They could make this job last all afternoon, and then they definitely would not have to sit in the wench's seat! "One of you must hold the chair all the time, for safety!" George ordered. "Don't let go of the chair, whatever happens!" "OK!" they both replied.

A new wench went in for her turn. A group of youngsters paid their money and a rain of sponges bombarded her. They all threw them at once, which was an effective way of making sure she got hit. The girl glared at George, her bright red bikini top showing through her already wet blouse. The two girls from admin picked up the sponges. They didn't move quickly, they still had their work shoes on, with high heels. They picked up a chair together and carefully carried it over the mats, going past the wench to the furthest screen. They put the chair down and pushed on the back, to make sure it was resting firmly. One girl climbed up and stood on the chair. The other took hold of the back. "Right lads, come with me!" called George. He turned the hose on again, whilst he ran across the open area until he was directly in front of the two girls, about twenty feet from them. "Here you are," George said, handing the hose to Tod. "Let them have it, I want them totally soaked, don't turn the hose away from them, whatever happens!"

The girls were not concerned by the sound of the hose, thinking that the wrench was getting sprayed again. They didn't turn around from the screens. George ran inside, to make sure that the tap was on at full power (it was). Meanwhile, Tod sent the narrow column of spray right at the girls, first finding the one holding the chair. The water hit the back of her blouse, soaking the peach coloured fabric instantly and showering over her skirt and onto the ground. She screamed out loudly, "No! Help!" Her friend turned around just as Tod flicked the hose up slightly, catching her full on her front. The spray drenched her light cream top, pressing it into her bra while the water soaked through both. It poured off her, going right over her friend too. Both girls stood stunned, motionless for three or four whole seconds. They both screamed. They were already wet through. Then the girl on the chair carefully climbed down whilst the other held her hand, the shower from the hose moving from one to the other and then back again. "Stop it!" they both shouted, but Tod was following orders. He backed away as they both walked towards him, keeping the hose trained on them and soaking their skirts, as their blouses were already as wet as they could be. They put their heads down and turned away towards the tables. Tod moved in closer and peppered their backs with spray until not a scrap of them remained dry. Then he turned the hose off. Both girls looked close to tears. "We've nothing to wear!" they shrieked. George tried to suppress his laughter. Katie came out, wearing fresh jeans and a sweatshirt. "Don't worry," she smiled, "There's plenty of tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts in the cupboard! You'll be alright! It's good fun! Go and have a warm shower and I'll find you something dry!"

Katie asked Tod, Zed and Duffy how they had got there, and she was astonished when they told her that they had walked! "How are you getting home?" Katie asked. "We'll just walk, we'll try and hitch a ride, but no-one picks up three lads!" Tod replied. Katie remembered the other day a smarmy, well-dressed businessman had come in the pool. He had been viewing a chalet for sale on the site. Katie had given him directions and recommended a good place to park and eat in the city. He thanked her with a tip, a twenty dollar bill. Katie phoned the manager and asked what the tips policy was, but the manager said that no-one had ever got one before! The policy, he said, was to, "Put it in your pocket and keep quiet about it!" Katie put the money in her locker. She meant to mention it to Kevin, but she had not yet done so. Katie asked them if twenty dollars would get them all home. "With our college passes, yes, definitely!" Duffy was sure. Katie collected the note and passed it discreetly to him. "If I'm here again next summer, I'll see you then!" she promised. She kissed all three goodbyes on their cheeks. "Now go and behave yourselves," she said.

The two girls from admin appeared, wearing baggy, shapeless bottoms and loose t-shirts. They carried their wet things in plastic bags. They gave George a mean look. "You boys in the pool better watch out!" one said. "We will get even for this!" Katie laughed, "They're going to come and push us into the pool!" "Not you," she replied, "You're alright, it's him we're going to get even with!" she glared at George. "You'll have to push Katie in too!" George replied, "Or she'll be ever so disappointed!"

They all started tidying up after a highly successful event. Hundreds of dollars for charity had been raised, and lots of pretty young wenches had been giving a good drenching. It could not have been better at all.
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I have just read all the Katie stories at one sitting. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed them.
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