"Ro, sham, bo, sho!" Sisters Penny and Bonnie bellowed in unison at one another. "Oh yes! Scissors rule. Paper is for losers", exclaimed Penny excitedly, before adding "In you go!" A large grin, wider than that of the Cheshire cat, spread across the blonde's face. Her conniving plan was just beginning to slot into place. "Not fair", cried Bonnie forlornly, as she folded her arms across her perfect chest. Sulking, her hazel eyes glanced down to her feet, avoiding the taunts of her sister, before pursing her lips and agitatedly scratching her right elbow. Throwing her arms up in despair, Bonnie wailed, "But I always lose." Penny gestured as if to say, what can I do? Penny tried to look all faux serious, heightening the sense of absurdity that Bonnie found herself trapped within. Feeling desperate, the brunette suggested, "Hey, why don't we make it best of three?" Penny paused to consider her sister's proposal. She'd won fair and square, why should she risk losing once more? Roshambo was a game of luck after all. What could she possibly have to gain? Suddenly, an idea struck Penny. Her face lighting up, her pale blue eyes twinkling in delight, she suggested, "Alright. But if you lose, you have to do the forfeit, you know the one we have planned for Rachel tonight." Bonnie noticed the evil grin spread across her sister's face. She took a moment to weigh up the risks involved before replying, "It's worth a shot, why not?" Bonnie was trying to sound confident, but her sister could see through her charade. Bonnie's grin was far more forced and angular than her natural cheery smile, she couldn't hide her emotions from her sister, Penny had known her far too long to be tricked by a nervy, quivering smile.

"Ro, sham, bo, sho!" the girls hollered once again. This time however, not wanting to risk losing, Penny swung her hand a fraction of a second behind that of her sister. Thinking that Penny would stick with a winning formula and go with scissors once more, Bonnie, at the last moment, switched her choice to stone. Ever vigilant, Penny noticed her sister's last-minute switch and cleared her throat to complain, when she fortunately noticed the result. "Get in!" cried Penny in triumph, raising her winnings wrist into the air. "Paper beats stone, you lose. Oh Bonnie, this is going to be so much fun."

Penny and Bonnie had always lived in the shadow of their older sister Rachel, who after years of painstakingly scrimping money together to support her studies, had finally landed her dream job at a large architectural firm. Compared to Rachel, her fun loving, spendthrift sisters seemed both irresponsible and immature. Now twenty-seven, Rachel was five foot seven and sported a pastel blonde bob that perfectly shaped her pretty oval shaped face and light blue eyes. Though she would spend hours on her appearance, mostly down to vanity and a crippling self-doubt, she claimed not to have any time for men in her life. Penny though, reckoned that the real reason her sister was single was that the prudish blue-eyed beauty was far too career driven, uptight and in truth a bit of a bore. The fact that all three sisters were between relationships was beside the point. Penny's latest boyfriend was a terrible flirt, he had to go, and Bonnie's was a waster, who had no intention of ever getting a job. They were right to get rid, but Rachel on the other hand simply had no excuse. She hadn't got past a second date in years! You can't put your job above your personal life, not in Penny's eyes anyway. Sadly, their mother disagreed and constantly harangued her youngest two children for putting pleasure before work and for failing to match up to Rachel's impressive achievements.

Aged twenty and twenty-one, Penny and Bonnie were significantly younger than their highly accomplished sibling. Unlike Rachel, neither excelled at school. They both lacked the desire and discipline to study, preferring instead to live in the moment, without a care in the world. In truth, their parents would have struggled to fund more than one child through university and their father was secretly glad that they lacked the ambitious streak of their sister. He didn't want all of his daughters to flee the nest too soon, he'd be stuck alone with his nagging wife for a start! But a lack of ambition didn't mean that Penny and Bonnie were without talent. Their father was a keen amateur painter and it had pleased him immensely to watch Rachel excel in the highly competitive market of architecture. But deep down, he was far greater piqued and proud of his two youngest girls' surprising talents, for of all things, carpentry!

Bonnie and Penny had been the only girls in their respective years at school to take woodwork at GCSE. Their experience had made them battle-hardened in their struggle for respect and recognition in such a male orientated world, but had also opened their eyes up to being objects of desire. Though neither were as naturally beautiful as Rachel, they both captivated their classmates, who changed from chauvinistic bores to too eager to please lackeys as the years progressed. Penny in particular was adroit at wrapping teenage boys around her little finger. She made flirting an art form, causing her to fall out with many of her best friends, who grew suspicious of her ability to manipulate their boyfriends. Bonnie in contrast didn't have to work quite so hard, for she had particularly pert boobs. But the brunette was far too modest and down to earth to admit to the glory of her earthly charms. But as she grew older, a tendency to wear low cut tops showed that she was learning how to use them to her advantage. Their friends grew increasingly bemused at their obsession with doodling carpentry designs in their books instead of more stereotypical feminine tropes such as love hearts. As their teacher would later acknowledge, they were the most talented students in the entire school. He vocally praised and admired Penny's imagination, scope and ambition, yet secretly preferred Bonnie's consistency, precision and style.

After a few years of drifting between dead end jobs, it was their love of carpentry that had impressed the Japanese funded production company that was keen to break into the European TV market. Recognising their innate talents, female executives had orchestrated their swift rise up the ladder until they were the chief designers of the gunge tanks and machines that would be central in making the Japanese beauty and presenter Aiko an A list star. Thus, up until a few months ago, when Rachel had finally secured her new job, both her sisters had been out earning her, much to Penny's intense satisfaction and pride.

At first glance, Penny looked almost identical to Rachel, even though, at five foot three, she was four inches shorter. Penny liked to think that she had a cuter button nose too, which made her, and not Rachel, the real spitting image of her maternal grandmother at her age. Other than woodwork, her greatest passion was that she was a sci-fi nerd. A huge fan of shows such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Battlestar Galactica, she loved to dress up and do cosplay. Highly creative, she was always buzzing with ideas. Penny was always dreaming up ideas for new inventions, but lacked the sharp eye of her sister to draw them. Extremely outgoing and extroverted, she was also a huge trouble maker. Genuinely witty and vivacious, though perhaps bitchy and insincere, she loved to play pranks on her oldest sister. Having once tried to impress a guy she fancied, she had roped Bonnie into joining the local women's football team, for which he coached to limited success. But much to her dismay, unlike Bonnie, she lacked a talent for soccer and upon ultimately failing to gain the coach's favour and attention, due to her poor footballing skills (not her looks or charms surely!) she'd had to face the humiliation of continuing to turn up every week, as Bonnie had become infatuated with his assistant.

Middle sister Bonnie, had always been daddy's little girl. Unlike her sisters she sported silky auburn hair which she wore with a long fringe, making her closer to appearance to her father's side of the family. Much to Penny's chagrin, Bonnie, five foot four, was the only sporty one in the family. Bonnie had become an integral part of the local football team, where she played on the right wing. Penny only ever played if they were a player (or three) short. Bonnie's parents found her lack of academic drive utterly perplexing, for she was an avid reader. Bonnie's problem was a crippling lack of ambition. Despite being older than her sister, she followed Penny everywhere and Penny's many interests soon became her own. She had only taken woodwork at GCSE in the first place because Penny had castigated her for accepting Rachel's unforgivable barb that she lacked her talent for drawing. Unlike Rachel, Penny recognised Bonnie's innate ability and ensured that this scornful memory became lodged in Bonnie's subconscious forever, causing her to go along with every single plan of Penny's to humiliate their sister.

Rachel's criticism was indeed very unfair, for Bonnie was truly a highly skilled and talented artist. Her love for art was transferred into her penchant for tattoos, of which she had several. Bonnie's artistry complemented Penny's skill for ideas and together they formed the perfect team. Having landed jobs at the television company they had quickly earned the trust and respect of their superiors and had been left in charge of creating a few new contraptions for the show. With only a few days before the show was due to go on air, they were desperately trying out adjustments to one of the original designs, transferred from the Japanese version of the show. The car wash was due to be centre stage, but with only a week to go before transmission, gunk kept on getting stuck in the pipes causing numerous inopportune blockages and malfunctions. The sisters were under immense pressure to get it right, causing many tensions with co-workers on set.

The two women often wore slack, loose clothing to work. They always got what they were wearing extremely messy, it was an inevitable part of the job, so as far as they were concerned, there was no point having a dress code. Today, both wore dark blue tracksuit bottoms and shiny, sleek, football jerseys. Penny was wearing an England top and Bonnie Argentina. The two of them had been having trouble with the third set of drain pipes of the car wash, which weren't angled in quite the desired direction. A bit of handy DIY later and Bonnie was happy that the design flaw had finally been fixed. But Penny wasn't so sure, she wanted to test it out first. "Perhaps we could trick Tori into trying it out for us", suggested Bonnie. "I'm sure she still thinks that I'm the girl from hair and make-up", the brunette continued. "She's such an idiot", Penny replied. "Did you see her in the papers yesterday? What a hoot! She was absolutely covered in pinot grigio, you could see her bra through her top, she was wet through!" "Checking her out were you Penny? You naughty minx", Bonnie replied. Penny shook her head. "Hardly, she just keeps getting in the way. Her request for the bigger dressing room forced me into working four nights last week. We're so close to transmission that we don't have time for her silly little whims. Plus, it means less budget for us to mess around with." "So true, how dare she," Bonnie replied.

Penny paused and tensed as if to suggest that she suddenly had had an idea. "How about we play a game of roshambo and the loser has to test out the car wash, to see if it works", she suggested. "Alright, what's it currently filled with?" Bonnie replied. "Blue gunge, custard, pasta sauce and mushed banana I believe", her sister quipped, rather too quickly in return. "Banana?" Queried Bonnie, somewhat surprised. "Are you sure that will work? Won't it get stuck", she added. "Trust me with this one, it's going to be epic", Penny boasted. "Yeah when I win it will!" Bonnie joked in return.

One minute later and Bonnie was far less enthusiastic. "Mushed banana?" She repeated to herself in deep trepidation. Penny meanwhile put her arm around her sister's waist. "Trousers off", she demanded before swiftly untying the loose sting at the front of Bonnie's tracksuit and yanking her sister's trousers down. "Aha, nice pink panties today Bonnie, it will be a shame to get them messy", Penny joked before slapping her sister on the bum. "Now open them up." "Seriously?" Bonnie sputtered. "You can't seriously have ice on you, right. now?" "Of course, I do, don't you doubt for a second that I didn't plan this ahead", Penny scoffed in reply. Seriously fretting, poor Bonnie wailed "But what if any guys come in?" Penny shook her head. "They won't. This place is out of bounds during construction. We're the only ones allowed in here today. Plus, anyway, I made a sign. Now, cease whining and stop delaying the inevitable." Bonnie tentatively opened up the front of her pink knickers and screamed as Penny dropped four ice cubes, one after the other, down her nether regions. Instantly, the ice began to melt against her flat warm skin. Bonnie began to tingle as the water slithered down her crotch. She tried to hide her discomfort from her sister, but to no avail. Enjoying herself, Penny slapped her sister on the crotch three times, crushing the ice even further as it became trapped between her knickers and her waist. Much to Bonnie's discomfort, Penny then began to massage the melting ice into her sister's private area by rubbing up and down against the front of her lingerie. Bonnie had been touched by her sister like this before, they shared a bedroom after all, but never in a public space, not like this. Bonnie blushed in embarrassment as her sister continued to taunt her. Her knickers now stained with water, Bonnie reached down to pull her trousers up. "What are you doing?" Squealed Penny. "You get your trousers back once you've tested out the car wash, now hop in."

Bonnie slipped off her trainers, socks and tracksuit bottoms and tiptoed gingerly to the seat of the car wash, with water still guiltily dripping down her legs. Once she was in position, Penny activated the machine. Dark blue gunge poured down with great force, engulfing Bonnie's beautiful head. Having not been properly locked in, Bonnie squirmed, pounding her feet and aimlessly waving her arms, shrieking as she became covered in the mucous gunge. The thick lumpy slime stuck to her chunky fringe, gluing it to her forehead. Blinded by a combination of her fringe and the gunge, she was powerless to prevent the slime pour down her wafer-thin football shirt. As the gunge oozed into her top, Bonnie squirmed and squealed as the gunge flowed over her chest. Accidentally snorting as gunge ran into her nose, Bonnie blushed, but quickly regained her composure upon realising that her adjustments to the car wash had been superb. It was just a shame that she, not her sister, was the unlucky victim.

Penny guffawed as she watched her sister flounder hopelessly as she became submerged under the gunge. Once the slime trickled to a stop, Penny pulled on the next lever to send the chair forward, before resting underneath the second, more troublesome set of pipes. Bonnie had no time to brace herself before cold lumpy custard flooded down upon her hair and over her shoulders. Bonnie instinctively lent back out of the way. But this only resulted in the custard having a clear route to her hips. Custard sploshed down upon her knickers, destroying them in an instant. As the custard oozed into Bonnie's panties, Penny, noticing how the custard was failing to engulf her sister's face, remarked, "Oh dear, the pipes still aren't right. We'll have to fix this one later." Bonnie was about to reply that they were fine and that she had cowardly lent out of the way, when the last few splashes caught her off guard and splattered her straight in the face. As the custard dribbled to a stop, Bonnie, having decided to change her response, remarked, "If you wish. So long as I don't have to test it again."

Secretly, Penny enjoyed humiliating Bonnie more than she did gaining the upper hand over Rachel. Penny had always been jealous of Bonnie's superior talent and her thus far greater, more sustained success with boys. But most of all, Penny was jealous of the attention and favour that their father unsubtly bestowed upon Bonnie. So today was a dream come true. Penny sent Bonnie forward to the third pipe. Once the pasta sauce began to pour, it was no longer certain which football top poor Bonnie was wearing. The red stains suggested Spain or Belgium rather than her beloved Argentina. Her favourite player was Messi, which was rather ironic given the state she was in. Clumps of tomato weaselled their way into Bonnie's bra and slipped into the crack of her behind. Bonnie opened up the back of her panties to fish that one awkward slice of tomato out, but this only succeeded in allowing her entire cheeks to become engulfed in the red sauce. Cruelly, Penny insisted that her sister look straight up at the pipe to test whether it would cover a whole face as the sauce fell to the floor. To Penny's great satisfaction Bonnie's entire face turned rouge. The pasta sauce fell into every orifice, her ears, nose and dimple included. "Ew, gross! Now I will definitely have to have a shower after this", Bonnie cried once the deluge came to an end.

The seat moved forward to its final stop. Penny rubbed her hands in anticipation. The banana mush didn't disappoint. The yellow mush stuck to Bonnie's brown hair and lodged between her breasts. Some even eased itself into the back of her soiled lingerie. The mush slapped against her skin with a loud thud, but didn't dome out like the pasta sauce and instead remained entirely coated to its squealing victim. As the banana stuck to her skin, it continued to slowly slip down her body even once the gunging had come to an end. To Bonnie's relief, no banana got stuck in the pipes, it was just a shame that it had ended up all over her instead. "Wow, just wow! I told you it would work", exclaimed Penny. Bonnie took a huge breath and gently eased herself off the seat. Taking care to not slip over, she slowly edged towards her sister, intending to give her a giant slimy hug. But before she could, her sister interrupted her, "Mmm Bonnie, you look delicious. There's just one thing missing, a pie." Penny slammed an extra thick cream pie into her sister's face causing cream to splatter off in every direction. This was Penny's crowning glory, she couldn't have got Bonnie any messier now if she had tried. Even Rachel had never been even half as humiliated as this before. "I love gunge, don't you?" Penny beamed. "Sure, but I prefer it all over Rachel rather than myself", Bonnie cheekily replied as she wiped cream from her hazel eyes. "Or Tori perhaps?" Penny joked in reply.

As if by magic, just a few seconds later the doors to the studio swung open with a loud, crashing thud. It was Tori. "There you are. I was wondering where all you make up girls had gone, I needhey what have you two been up to?" Bonnie, her face ghostly white, bore the appearance of a creature from Monsters Inc. or a dragon from a Chinese New Year parade. She was unrecognisable, which partly led to poor Tori's confusion. Bonnie looked down for her bottoms, but couldn't find them anywhere. Gingerly, she held her hands in front of her very sticky, slimy crotch. Tori stood aghast at the sight of an extremely yellow Bonnie absolutely covered in lumpy custard and banana. Penny, not even trying to hide her annoyance at being disturbed, worked herself up to angrily reply "For the last time, we aren't hair or make up Tori. How many times do we have to tell you? Women can build machines too." Pausing for breath, she then continued to berate the raven-haired teenager. "Plus, you shouldn't be in here, didn't you see the sign?"

Poor Tori had in truth not seen the sign, which, having not been stuck on with enough blue tac, had of course fallen to the floor. So, Tori was left both confused and hurt by the blonde girl's aggressive outburst. "What sign?" She stammered in reply. Getting increasingly cross Penny continued, "Don't give me that. Stop walking around like you own the place and let us get on with our jobs." Still dripping with custard and pasta sauce, Bonnie simply nodded along with her sister before adding "Great photos of you in the papers today Tori, no wonder you need hair and make-up after that." Bonnie beamed in immense satisfaction at her catty remark, basking in how clever and cutting she had been. Utterly surprised, Penny looked at her sister in astonishment. It was highly uncharacteristic of Bonnie to be so antagonistic and mean spirited. She really must despise Tori, the jibes about being part of hair and make-up must have offended her more than Penny had realised. Penny vowed to use this hatred of Tori to her advantage. It might come in useful someday. But for now, Penny wisely let Bonnie have the last remark. It would be the first thing that Tori would remember, should she ever vow her revenge upon the pair. Upset, Tori, head down, trudged out the way she came, snivelling and trying desperately hard to avoid shedding a tear.

"What did I say?" Asked Bonnie innocently; now feeling guilty for causing Tori so much pain. "You were a bit of a bitch there Bonnie", Penny replied. "And you weren't?" Bonnie responded. "True, but what you said must really have hit home. I wonder why?" Penny remarked. A few awkward seconds of silence followed before Bonnie tried to change the subject. "Anyway", she drawled, "Where are my trousers?" "Oh yes, whilst you were busy in the car wash, I may have dropped them in the gunge tank by mistake." Penny chuckled. Bonnie looked to her right. Her trousers were floating right in the middle of the tank filled with light green gunge. Bonnie looked at her sister and smiled. Bonnie ran over to the tank and tried to reach over the side, but the trousers were tantalisingly just out of reach. "Need a little help there sis?" Penny asked before kicking her sister in the bum. Bonnie tumbled over the side and landed head first into the tank of gunge with a gentle splash. The gunge domed as Bonnie disappeared beneath the surface, with Penny just having enough time to dash out of the way. Spluttering as she resurfaced, Bonnie lost her footing as she tried to stand up, causing her to disappear beneath the surface once again. Penny was in hysterics. She'd got her revenge on her sister without even barely having to try. Furthermore, Bonnie still had not the slightest idea that Penny had been setting her up all week. For it had been Penny that had built the pipes so that they would became blocked and release the gunge in the wrong direction. It had also been Penny who had persuaded their boss, Parvati, to not let anyone else into the studio today so they could fix the fault without anyone coming to disturb them. But you could never account for Tori, who appeared to live in her own blissfully ignorant world. Bonnie was being punished for the simple fault of having Arjan, one of their co-workers, flirt with her and ask her out to the pub, whilst Penny had had to spend all evening enlarging the changing rooms at Tori's vile request. Yet Bonnie didn't even realise her sister's treachery, thinking that she had lost the game of roshambo fair and square. But Penny hadn't played a fair game of rock, paper, and scissors in years, always delaying her response until after her opponent chose theirs. How Bonnie never realised, her sister would never know.

Bonnie stepped out of the tank and began to fish lumps of banana from out of her knickers. "You're going to have to drain it all out now you realise, I've left a load of banana at the bottom of the tank." Bonnie remarked. "But it was totally worth it" Penny giggled. Still dripping with gunge, Bonnie struggled as she tried to slip her trousers back on. Squelching as she walked, it was a miracle that she almost got back to the staff changing rooms without being seen. But just at the last minute, Parvati and Bill, one of the stage hands like Arjan, deep in conversation, came walking down the corridor. Panicking, Bonnie dived through the nearest door. It was Tori's dressing room. Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, it could be worse, this was the best changing room in the entire studio. It was both larger and more welcoming than Aiko's, the supposed star of the show. Still shivering from her gunging, Bonnie began to undress. She lifted her Argentina top over her head and kicked her tracksuit bottoms off as they slid to the floor. She looked down at her bra, oh why did she decide to wear a fairly new one to work today? It was almost certainly ruined. Annoyed, she unhooked it and threw it to the ground. Peeling away her knickers, she peered down at the damage caused. Four lumps of bananas were still stuck to her crotch. Gingerly she picked each clump off and threw all the detritus in the bin. Completely naked, she headed to Tori's showers. Standing under the warm spray of water she sighed as the cool water caressed her bare skin. Finally relaxed, she massaged the lumps of tomato sauce out of her hair and began to hum idly along as she wiped down her pert breasts.

Still very much humiliated and upset at the argument she had had with the two make up girls, Tori stopped off at the canteen, to look for a box of tissues to dry her tears, before deciding to head back to her changing room. She was due to rehearse with Aiko in an hour, she couldn't understand why nobody wanted to help her put on her make-up. Why had the two women been so mean? There hadn't been a sign, she was sure of it. Plus, why did they take such offence at her labelling them as the hair and make-up team? Her mother had worked as a shop assistant in the make-up department of a large store for twenty years. Tori had always been ever so proud of her mum for holding down what seemed to the young girl growing up as such an exciting and exotic job. Why did the girls have to be so ungrateful? It was almost as if they were suggesting women like her mum were beneath them. Which was odd, as Tori was sure that they had done her hair and make-up just a few days before.

Tori didn't know them very well and it was hard to make out who the girl covered in the gunge really was, what with her face having disappeared under copious layers of both cream and slime. Turning the corner, Tori stood in bemusement at the dribble of banana, pasta sauce and custard that had splattered down onto the floor. The girl, Bonnie, she thought that was her name, had clearly left a mess behind her as she had gone to get clean. Tori couldn't imagine what the two girls had been up to. She couldn't help but notice that the blonde was still spotless and seemed to be treating the brunette with both amusement and contempt. Tori followed the trail around the corner and noticed to her great surprise that it led straight to her changing room door. "She can't use my room, she'll get it all messy", Tori thought to herself, unnecessarily alarmed. After all the trouble she had gone to, demanding the largest dressing room, she would hate to see it ruined before she had even had chance to use it herself. It had been her agent who had insisted that she bargain for the biggest room as part of her contract. She hadn't been that bothered about it, not really. According to her agent, if she had the biggest room, it would symbolise that she, not Aiko was the real star of the show. Which was odd as she was only meant to be the guest presenter, but Tori didn't like to argue. Tori hadn't been fussed to begin with, but having seen the finished refurbishment was ever so pleased that she had gone to all that trouble. She was impressed that the staff had changed things round ever so quickly and pleasantly surprised that Aiko had agreed to have the smaller changing room in the first place. She guessed that she hadn't heard the last of it, but for now she would just have to wait and see. She was used to sharing her dressing room with a dozen of other girls on her TV show, and this one was at least twice the size!

Tori opened the door to her dressing room and stepped inside. Bonnie's clothes were strewn across the floor. Listening out, Tori heard humming coming from inside the showers. Tori suddenly remembered that one of her shower pipes was faulty, a minor quibble as the indulgent bathroom unnecessarily contained two magnificent showers. A faint memory flashed before her eyes. Finally realising who the two girls really were, Tori felt foolish and embarrassed at confusing them with the hair and make-up department. Putting two and two together, Tori realised that Bonnie and Penny must have been trying to fix the pipes on the car wash, which according to Arjan hadn't been working properly for a couple of days. Tori had an idea. Perhaps Bonnie could help her fix the pipes to her shower. Without thinking, Tori entered her shower room to ask her.

Tori crept quietly inside. Bonnie, still humming, didn't realise that Tori was lurking in her shadow. Water flowed down over Bonnie's luscious brown hair, over her shoulders and the small of her back. Clearly in great shape, Tori envied greatly Bonnie's naked figure, for she truly looked divine. Glancing down further, Tori noticed the tattoo on Bonnie's behind. It was some sort of monster. Wanting to take a closer look, still staring at Bonnie's rear, Tori took a step closer and almost slipped on the wet shower room floor. Realising that she was about to be rumbled, and wanting to get in the first word, Tori, exclaimed, "What on earth's that?" Bonnie jumped, her buttocks wavering as she flickered, before turning around. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Bonnie angrily cried. Tori put her left hand against the shower wall, trying to balance herself as she slipped on the wet floor once more. Tori was confused, shouldn't she be asking Bonnie that very same question, not the other way around? Tori quavered as she spoke, but soon gained confidence as she continued to speak her mind. "I was just going to ask you whether you would help to fix the other shower" Tori began. "You're good with pipes, I believe, I just thought that you could help. Anyway, this is my dressing room. Plus, there definitely wasn't a sign saying "Do not disturb!" Tori was on a role, spitting out words so quickly that Bonnie had trouble keeping up. Covering her crotch with her hands, Bonnie admitted that Tori probably had a point. Taking a second to mull over a response, Bonnie replied "Hey, Tori, sorry for being so mean to you earlier, we were just annoyed that you disturbed us that's all. Of course, we'll help you fix your shower, we can do it tomorrow, if you like." Bonnie truly meant to be sincere, she felt remorse for her caustic behaviour towards the teenager. It was just that Tori represented the archetypal young woman that society forced women like Bonnie to aspire towards. Women, like Bonnie, who preferred woodwork, just didn't stand a chance.

Tori meanwhile, couldn't help but stare at Bonnie's wet, soaked up body. Not out of lust of course, but due to her awkward, maladroit disposition. As water continued to pour down over Bonnie, it soon cleared the soap buds that had clung around her chest. To Tori's amazement, two more tattoos emerged from underneath the laver on Bonnie's cleavage, one over each breast. "Are they mermaids?" Tori asked clumsily. "Sirens actually, from Greek mythology." Replied Bonnie, her voice suddenly filling with both passion and energy. "If you look closely you can see that they're both carrying musical instruments made from dead men's bones" she continued. Bonnie suddenly realised that she had given Tori permission to ogle her even more. Entranced, Tori peered down closely at Bonnie's breasts. The sirens' heads and upper bodies were situated just below her collar bone and their tails curled down over the top of her perky breasts. The blonde siren's breasts were covered by her long golden hair, but the red head, her curly locks by her side, revealed a perfect pair. "Impressive, aren't they?" Bonnie beamed, clearly fishing for a compliment. Bonnie then removed her hands from her crotch and cupped both of her breasts. Without knowing why, Tori glanced down at Bonnie's nether regions, which she noted were carefully and precisely shaved. Tori clocked Bonnie's final tattoo, a whirlpool, which emanated from the very tip of her womanhood. A monster's spiked teeth menacingly poked out from the whirlpool's peak. Bonnie looked down and blushed. Pointing towards the tattoo she explained, "This is the Charybdis, the deadly vortex from the Odyssey." Tori looked at her blankly and confused. Slightly exasperated, Bonnie continued, "You know, the monster from Greek mythology that destroys ships that sail too close. I presume you've already seen the Scylla on my bum." Bonnie turned around and wiggled her behind. "If you look closely, you can see that she has six heads on snake like necks and six dogs around her loins. According to myth, sailors who sailed between the two monsters on the straight between Italy and Sicily were devoured by one or the other. Together they protect and guard my vagina. It's a metaphor, I came up with it myself. Cool hey?"

Tori and Bonnie were beginning to warm to one another. "I'm sorry for ordering you around, I'm new here, like a fish out of water, most of the time I just don't know what to do" Tori confessed truthfully. "No worries, now would you kindly let me finish up and I'll be out of your hair in no time at all" responded Bonnie kindly. Tori retreated from the shower and glanced over at her dressing room table. She had asked Bill what he had put in the pies that they used, and he had presumably brought a few over for her to have a closer look. Tori impishly thought to herself, "Bonnie's not too bad, but she's made a mess of my floor, she shouldn't get off that easily." Tori sneaked a peek around the corner of the shower, Bonnie had her back facing the door. Plucking up the courage, Tori remarked, "One last thing. That wanton redheaded siren's rather shameless, isn't she? What with her chest on display to all those lustful sailors. The coquette needs covering up a bit, don't you think?" Confused, Bonnie turned around, only for Tori to thrust a cream and raspberry pie onto her right breast. Tori twisted the tin round Bonnie's chest three times before letting it fall to the floor. Bonnie simply gaped in shock before recovering herself and bending over to pick the casing up from the floor. Part of the pie remained stuck to the base, Bonnie intended to slam it back into Tori's pretty, ungrateful face. But before she could do so, Tori smashed a custard pie into her behind, twisting the tin another three times as before. Tori was beginning to enjoy herself, she felt empowered, having turned the tables on the waspish brunette who had foolishly underestimated the teenager's eye for mischief and control.

"The Scylla scared me, sorry", Tori joked, failing to notice Bonnie's lack of self-control. Enraged, Bonnie indignantly kicked the second tin out from the bottom of the shower and slammed the palm of her left hand against the wall. Completely oblivious to her irate stooge, Tori, still meaning it as a joke, turned around as if to leave, before swiftly turning back again and slamming a chocolate pie into Bonnie's pretty, yet humiliated, slender face.

Penny meanwhile, had managed to rope Bill and Arjan into cleaning up the mess on the studio floor. A few choice pouts and playful twirls of her blonde curls were all it took to get them to do her work. It was surprisingly easy, even for her. Penny glowed inside. Perhaps the men did prefer her over Bonnie after all. Walking down the corridor, she spotted the mess left by her sister's retreat to the changing rooms. Curious, she traced her sister's slime to Tori's door. Pushing it open she opined, "I thought I'd find you here." No sooner had she spoke, she burst out laughing as she caught sight of her poor messy sister bumble around in search of a towel to wipe her chocolatey engulfed eyes. Without a moment's hesitation Penny took out her camera phone and took a few pictures of her sister in the nude. "What on earth have you been doing Bonnie? Now be a good sport and turn around, Mum will find this hilarious" Penny chuckled. Reverting to her usual subservient self, Bonnie did as she was told. Desperately trying to regain her composure, Bonnie swivelled her hips and replied, "Just don't show them to Dad!" Penny snickered to herself and put the camera away. Glancing to her left, Penny finally spotted Tori cowering in the corner of the room. Despite gaining the upper hand over the brunette, she still felt intimidated by the blonde, who she suddenly realised must be Bonnie's younger sister. Tori reflected to herself how it was odd that the younger girl bossed the older one around. But then again, Penny sure was formidable.

"I gather you've seen my sister's tattoos" Penny proclaimed to Tori, before continuing, "Brilliant aren't they. She designed them herself too." Tori nodded silently, as she watched the naked Bonnie give up her search for a towel, which Tori had playfully hidden and sheepishly retreat back into the bathroom to finish off in the shower. Finally feeling too embarrassed to stay any longer, and keen to avoid becoming trapped in Penny's menacing presence, Tori left to look for the actual girls from hair and make-up. Penny knew that Bonnie was clearly seething inside, she would want some alone time. But how on earth could her sister let the little shrew get the better of her? Intrigued, Penny couldn't wait to find out. So, she ambushed poor Bonnie in the shower. "Tell me what happened" she began as she stomped into the bathroom. Bonnie turned to her sister and remarked, "Later, if you don't mind. Now if you could just" Bonnie paused, before changing her mind, "Oh before you go, Tori's asked us to help fix the second shower head. I said we would, though that was before the sly little bitch double crossed me. It's not really our job, but I gave her my word that we would have a look. She cajoled me and you know how easy I give in to flattery. Perhaps we could get Bill or Arjan to do it?"

Penny knew full well that the shower was blocked. She'd been responsible for its installation after all. So far, everything was slotting nicely into place, she couldn't have planned it any better had she tried. Penny pretended to mull over a response. She glanced over her sister's naked body. Bonnie sure was very pretty, her hourglass figure contrasted with Penny's own slimmer curves. The tattoos sure did take centre stage, whenever she wore a low-cut top, which was often, every straight man couldn't help but stare. Penny hated it when she thus became invisible as a result. Her breasts were smaller, her thighs less well toned. At least she was the blue eyed blonde, she had that going for her at the very least. Penny hadn't finished with her nefarious plots to chasten her sister, but the time for revenge against Tori had finally arrived and should they get caught, Bonnie had blindly ensured that she would take the lion's share of the blame.

Choosing her words carefully, Penny asserted in reply, "No Bonnie. If you gave her your word, we must do it for her. We can't get Bill and Arjan to do everything for us, we're twenty-first century women don't you know? If we can build a gunge tank, I'm sure we can learn how to fix a shower. Anyway, how would you like to gain your revenge on that silly little teen? For I have a cunning plan." Bonnie didn't need much convincing. "Count me in, what do you have in mind?" She replied. "We can use this as a trial run for a prank I want to pull on Rachel" Penny responded. "We'll have to work late tonight however, we don't want anyone to disturb us again now do we?" She continued. "Oh goodness no" came Bonnie's breathless reply, before adding, "I can't wait to begin."