Mia arrived at 'Blythe & Reeds', the upmarket dress store that was owned by Pauline, Barney's mum. The forty-five-year-old, five-foot-ten blonde was clearly expecting her and was waiting for Mia by the changing rooms. "You must be Mia", Pauline said. "Barney told me what happened at the White Hart, I'm really very sorry for what Alice did to you." Mia hoped that Barney hadn't told his mum everything that had happened, or she might not be so accommodating. Even Mia had been surprised at just how vindictive she had been to Alice after locking her to the bar. Pauline continued, "She's such a dreadful girl, I don't know what Barney sees in her. He's really taken by you are you sure that you're not interested. It would great for Barney to get a nice, pleasant girlfriend." Mia blushed at this rather awkward request. Did Barney tell her that she was a lesbian?

"Barney has insisted on paying for your dress, but I doubt that he can afford much, out of his own money I mean. As a gesture of good will, I'm willing to give you a voucher worth three-hundred pounds. If you have some money left over after buying your dress, why don't you buy yourself some sexy lingerie too?" "Why thank you, mam, that's very generous of you", chimed Mia, overly politely. She chided herself for coming over all Eliza Doolittle towards her. "Go and have a quick look though some of the dresses in the corner. If you tell me your measurements, I'll go and get one of my girls go and fetch you the outfits that you like the best in your correct size. You can go and wait in the changing rooms and my girl will bring them to you", added Pauline.

Mia eagerly glided over to the dresses, in all honesty she loved all of them. She picked out the five that she adored the most and gave her measurements to Pauline. Mia headed over to the changing rooms and pulled back the curtain. Mia unbuttoned her blouse and hung it up on the peg. She slipped off her shoes and peeled down her tights. Finally, she pulled down her skirt and admired herself in the mirror. She was really going to enjoy today. Just then, she heard the shop girl call her name. "Mia, I've got the dresses in your size, if you don't mind I'll just bring them in." Without time to object, Mia turned around to take the dresses off the girl; looking up, she stared straight into the eyes of Ava. Mia almost fell backwards in shock. "Hiya", Ava cackled, "Looking good today, aren't we?" Mia couldn't believe it, Ava, the girl about whom she had learnt so much, was about to spend all afternoon assisting her in getting dressed. Ava hung the dresses that she had brought with her on a peg just outside the changing room and glanced down at Mia's small breasts, "As you know, I've already seen you in the nude before, so having a good idea of your measurements, I've already taken the liberty of bringing over some lingerie for you to try on."

"You expect me to strip before you?" Mia gushed highly embarrassed. "Why not, it's perfectly natural and like I've said, I've seen it all before. As it's not too busy, Pauline says that you can have me for an hour. Now your current underwear really won't go with any of these dresses, so take it off." Perturbed, Mia slowly thought through Ava's request. How dare she tell her what to do! Emily was right, Ava was highly impertinent and highly invasive. Does she have no respect for personal boundaries? Having weighed up her options, Mia decided that she still wanted to go through with the dressing session after all, so despite Ava's cloying presence, she unhooked her bra. Mia hung one arm across her chest and passed her bra to Ava. "Knickers too", Ava demanded. Abashed, Mia took her arm away from her chest and slowly pushed her knickers down her legs. Covering her crotch and breasts with her arms she stood naked in front of Ava who quite blatantly checked her out. Ava then looked into the mirror to catch the reflection of Mia's sweet behind. "Well, are you going to pass me some knickers or what?" demanded Mia increasingly annoyed.

"Of course, but I want to ask you something first", replied Ava placidly. "Quickly", grunted Mia, keen to put on some clothes as soon as possible. "You've been talking to Emily about me, haven't you? Now I quite like the stuck-up madam, really, I do, she's been a great friend to my sister. But I get the impression that she doesn't really like me in return." "You could say that", Mia replied. "Now, this may sound really rude of me, but could you tell me what she has been saying about me?" "No, absolutely not", cried Mia. Mia realised that all she had to do was scream and she could have Ava fired. But she hung back from this threat to hear the brunette out. "But", Ava interjected, "I get the feeling that the picture she has painted of me isn't really fair, it's not the true me. Emily is friends with my ex Alex, as you probably know, and I'm concerned that she has tried to poison your opinion of me."

Mia could see her point, perhaps Emily hadn't told the whole truth, though it seemed like she had at the time. "Just let me tell you my side of the story and then you can make up your mind", Ava pleaded. "Deal?" she asked. "Deal", Mia replied, "Now pass me some underwear. "How about you try on a G string", Ava cheekily suggested. Ava handed Mia a G string who rather clumsily slipped it on. She looked at herself in the mirror, this wasn't the sort of thing that she would usually wear, but boy did she look good. Ava then handed her a matching bra and helped Mia to put it on. "I think that they really suit you, you have a great body. It would be a shame if you didn't try to flaunt it", Ava insisted.

Mia tried on her first dress, she looked simply stunning. Ava helped her out of it; the warm touch of her fingers sent shivers down Mia's spine. Ava looked over at the dresses that Mia had chosen and began to laugh. "Looks like all your other choices are backless dresses. You'll have to take your bra off for the rest of our session." Mia conceded her point and sheepishly took off her bra. Disconcerted, she handed it to Ava who quickly pushed it under the curtain, with Mia's own lingerie and clothes that she had worn on the way to the store. Ava then helped her into the second dress before announcing, "Now that you're a little more decent, how much of my story have you already been told?" "Well not much really. Emily told me about you and Alex growing up and how you met again at the swimming pool. She also told me about your first wam session that was interrupted by Bill and Arjan. Though she went into great detail about these events, I don't really know that much more."

Ava seemed relieved, clearly Emily hadn't yet told Mia the worst of it. "Sit down and I'll begin", Ava announced. Mia tried to sit down on the seat in the corner. But the dress rode up and was uncomfortable to sit in. "Perhaps that dress isn't the one for you after all", commented Ava. Mia took the dress off and asked Ava to pass her a bra. Ava reached down behind the curtain for the selection of bras that she had brought with her. "Carly", she shouted, to the girl manning the changing rooms, "have you moved the clothes that I left outside room five?" "No sorry", the shop assistant shouted back. "Sorry Mia, someone's moved them", pled Ava apologetically. Mia sighed, if she wanted to hear the rest of Ava's story, she would have to do so wearing just a G string. This was exactly the sort of thing that the Ava that Emily had told her about would have planned. But Mia told herself to not be too judgemental. Draping her arms across her naked chest she sat down and waited for Ava to continue her story.

"You're probably wondering why Emily hates me so much. Well I've always been a bit of a practical joker and when I was youngster I realised that I could wind Emily up pretty easily. She became an easy target, the more she protested, the more she showed disgust and the more I wanted to annoy her. Now once I started going out with Alex, my pretty girlfriend's obsession with gunge gave me a new line of attack. Not long after Alex and me starting seeing each other, we went on a picnic with Sophie and Emily. Emily was being really conceited and precious, shooting Alex a look of disgust when she spread jam on her ham sandwiches. So, I thought that I would teach her a lesson and slammed a strawberry cheesecake straight in her face. Strawberry sauce ran down her cheeks and onto her breasts, it was hilarious. Sadly, Emily didn't think so too and called me a silly bitch. Angry at Emily for insulting her girlfriend, Alex picked up a jug of cream and poured it all over her. Emily screamed in shock, it truly was a moment to saviour.

Since Emily refused to apologise to me for calling me a bitch, surreptitiously, me and Alex began to torment the poor girl. Two weeks later, Emily, in her small yellow bikini was sunbathing with Sophie in my parent's back garden. When I was certain that she had fallen asleep, I tipped a whole bucket of sangria over her. Waking with a jolt, Emily sat up in shock and flailed her arms in the air. Sensing an opportunity, Alex pushed a cream pie into her face. Finally rising, my sister called us childish and told us to go away. Emily demanded that we pass her a towel, to help her clean her face. Instead, I tipped a bucket of ice cold water over her. The funny thing is, the Emily that you know today is far less stubborn and stuck up. I genuinely believe that the lessons we taught her showed her the error of her ways. She may still really hate me, but at least she's a decent person underneath. But back then, she truly was a cow.

Another strange thing was that we never tried to get my sister messy, only Emily. Sophie had recently got engaged to Darren and we had grown slightly distant, despite still living under the same roof. Though I was sure that she could tell, she never once discussed my sexuality with me. It was if she just didn't care. I was hurt that it just didn't seem worthy of mentioning; I vowed that I wasn't going to bring it up with her first.

A few weeks later, I decided that I wanted to try to perfect the bucket over the door trick. Rather cunningly, I persuaded Alex that this would need a lot of practising. So, I got poor Alex to repeatedly walk into the kitchen only for a bucket of water to fall on her head. After two days of trying and dozens of changes of clothes on Alex's behalf, I was finally satisfied that I had the trick under control. Secretly, I had just wanted to see Alex repeatedly soaking wet and stripped to her underwear before me. But in the end, we just got in Bill's way. For we were still having to meet over at his whenever we wanted to spend the day together, and he finally kicked me out when he got drenched by a bucket of water over his kitchen door for the third time.

The next week, Emily was decidedly bitchy about my choice of clothes and Alex begged me to try out our new party trick. Except this time, instead of filling the bucket with water, I filled it with chocolate sauce. I asked Alex whether she would help set it up and stay in the kitchen as I would have to provide Sophie with a distraction so that she didn't fall victim to Emily's intended messy surprise. Wearing a blue crop top and black skirt, Emily ambled into the kitchen. She opened the door and was completely oblivious as the bucket of chocolate sauce came crashing down over her head. She screamed the loudest I had ever heard her scream as the chocolate rained down upon her. Hiding behind the door, Alex then thrust a sponge cake into Emily's face. Thinking that it was simply my girlfriend's idea, Emily called her a bitch. Generally, a placid girl, Alex completely lost the plot. She held onto Emily's hair and restrained her as she poured a jug of custard over her face. She then smashed four helpings of chocolate roulade into her face and chest and pushed her to the floor. It was hard to imagine, that in barely two months' time, these two would become best pals and confidants. But for now, I was proud of my girl.

Now throughout the summer, I had had to pretend that I was still going out with Bill, for appearance's sake. My mum didn't like the idea that I was going out with an older man and Sophie couldn't work out what I saw in him. I started to wonder whether Sophie really was oblivious to my relationship with Alex, one morning I almost cracked and told her. But then my dad walked into the kitchen and I swiftly backed out of my confession.

The silence and secrecy were very humiliating. Every time that I wanted to get intimate with Alex I had to go over to Bill's and I had had enough. After a heart to heart with Alex I demanded that she come over to mine. My parents were away for the weekend and Sophie was supposed to be away with Darren. Unfortunately, Darren had to cancel at the last minute and my sister stayed at home, inviting Emily over for a girl's night in. I had to pretend that I had made the same plans with Alex and we stayed in my room as Emily and Sophie took over the lounge downstairs. At about eleven thirty I could no longer hear any activity coming from downstairs, so I assumed that Emily and Sophie had gone to sleep on the couch. So, plucking up the courage I asked Alex if she would like to share a bath with me. Nervously, she agreed.

I ran the water and filled the tub with bubble bath. With Alex still next in my bedroom I took off my clothes and stepped in. Quietly, I called for Alex to come and join me. Alex wearing nothing but a dressing gown entered the bathroom. Standing in front of me she slowly unravelled the string on her gown. Almost in slow motion the fabric fell to the floor. For the first time I saw Alex naked in my own home. It felt great, her svelte body looked better than ever. Alex gently stepped into the bath and snuggled up to my body. Soaking in the water I kissed her on the neck and her chest. She turned around and cuddled up to my chest. Now, the toilet downstairs was broken, so if anyone wanted to go to the toilet they would have to use the bathroom. As Alex had come to join me, she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Emily, having had too much coffee to drink, rose from her slumber and felt a sudden urge to relieve herself. She was wearing an orange cami that showed off her flat stomach and her white cotton knickers, she looked a delight. Emily headed upstairs and pushing open the bathroom door handle. As she tiptoed in, she stood in shock at catching Alex kissing me as we embraced in the bath. Panicking, I pushed Alex's head under the surface of the water. But it was no use, Emily had seen us. Alex raised her head from under the bath water, her body dripping with bubble bath. Instantly we began to laugh and I kissed Alex on the lips to ease the tension.

Now poor Emily by this point was really desperate for the toilet. She had wanted to escape and leave us be but she just had to relieve herself. Full of embarrassment, she had no choice but to lower her knickers and sit down on the toilet. She must have felt dreadful, exposing her womanly parts to two girls that she had just discovered were lesbians. I have to admit that I simply stared at her, just to make her feel more uncomfortable. Suddenly, Alex started to panic. She was sure that Emily hated her, surely, she would expose her secret. She pleaded with Emily not to tell anybody about what she had seen. Sensing an opportunity, Emily flashed a wicked grin, it was time for her to take revenge."

At this point, Ava's story was interrupted by Mia exclaiming, "Emily didn't tell anyone about you two, did she? I can't believe that she would do such a thing." "Oh no", replied Ava. At this point Carly, the five-foot-six blonde from the front desk cried out, "Oh Ava, I've found one of the girl's dresses that you were asking for." Ava quickly ran to the desk and returned carrying a black spaghetti strapless dress and a pair of black lace panties. "Thought you might want to wear something more substantial", Ava joked, noticing that the knickers were pretty transparent. Mia took off her G String and reached out to grab the knickers from Ava. Playfully, Ava pulled the lingerie away from Mia right at the last second and Mia stumbled forward, almost into the curtain that was protecting her modesty. Naked, she got up and snatched the knickers from the laughing Ava. Ava then helped her into the dress, which to Mia's relief was comfortable to sit down in. On the downside, it showed off almost all of her cleavage, much to Ava's delight.

Ava continued with her story. "Emily had no intention of spilling mine and Alex's secret, she had greater plans for her revenge. "How about I tell no one about your relationship and in return, we all play a little game?" Emily suggested. "Now, I can't help but notice that you've grown a little distant from your sister recently Ava. I don't think that you really care what she's interested in. Sophie told me the other day that you hadn't even once asked her about Darren. I sincerely hope that she was exaggerating." I tried to butt in but Emily began to speak over me again. "How about I ask you a series of questions whereby the answer will either be myself or Sophie. I bet that you can't tell the difference between us. Now, if you got more than fifty percent of them wrong, I get to gunge Alex." Alex gasped at this deviation, she wasn't expecting to be the one getting messy, since Emily seemed to have a beef with me not her.

"But if Ava gets more than fifty percent right, she gets to gunge you", demanded Alex. Emily hesitated before replying, "Sounds fair, I guess." Now how can we verify whether your answers are true or not?" I asked. "I hope you're not planning on waking my sister." "Of course, not", Emily shot back, "we'll take the answers off our Facebook profiles, so that we can all check whether I'm cheating or not." I grimaced at this point, for I rarely ever went on my sister's profile, for her favourite bands etc. hardly interested me.

Emily slipped her knickers back up her legs and headed for the kitchen. Alex turned to me and sweetly whispered, "Did you notice that she's not wearing a bra?" I pushed Alex's head back under the water for her sheer cheek. I didn't think much of it then, but it was clear from the off, Alex really fancied Emily. But then who wouldn't? She is gorgeous. Of course, Emily is as straight as they come, so I never had any worries about my girlfriend's wandering eyes.

I stepped out of the bath and quickly dried myself with a towel. I tiptoed over to my bedroom and fetched us both a pair of cotton pyjamas. When we went downstairs it was Emily, in her revealing cami and knickers who suddenly felt rather underdressed. I checked in on Sophie to make sure that she was fully asleep whilst Alex helped Emily prepare the punishments. Fortunately, my father always buys far too much food at the supermarket, "to make use of the offers", which we never eat. He can never get it into his head that the three women in his life don't eat as much as he does. So, we had loads of food to choose from.

The loser would have a bowl of custard, tomato soup, strawberry jam, rice pudding, baked beans, honey and pasta sauce, melted ice cream and yoghurt poured all over them. Feeling nervous, I couldn't wait to begin. I insisted that Emily write down her questions beforehand, so that she couldn't cheat later on. Now at this point, Emily seemed to be looking far too smug for herself, I wanted to take her down a peg. Inevitably, I chose to raise the stakes. "How about we make the game really messy? When you read out a question, if I think that the answer is my sister, I'll pie Alex in the face. But if I think that the answer is you, I'll pie you instead?" Emily stopped what she was doing and began to think of a reasonable complaint. Fortunately, Alex spoke up first, "Plus if you get the answer wrong, Ava, you get pied in the face", she laughed. "Deal", I announced, "deal", Alex quickly replied, "deal", Emily spoke begrudgingly. Up until this point, I had always used whipped cream in my pies, but remembering that my Dad had seen a special offer on at the shops and had bought five cans of shaving cream, I suggested that we try them instead. Ever keen to experiment, Alex swiftly agreed. Emily kept quiet.

By either good luck or fortune, Alex reminded me that the last time we had used the paddling pool, we hadn't bothered to deflate it. Full of air, it was still using up space in the shed at the bottom of the garden. I quickly fetched it and dragged it into the kitchen. Alex sat down in the pool crossed legged whilst Emily knelt down next to her. Sitting on the floor eight feet away I caught Alex sneak a peek at Emily's behind, her crack was poking out of her knickers. On closer inspection I was also able to see Emily's erect nipples through her cami; Alex was right, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Emily put her hand in front of her question sheet to stop me from seeing all her answers. There were to be seven questions in all. I would need to get four right to gunge Emily. "First question", she began. "On holiday, I have been to France, Norway and Denmark. Who am I?" Now I knew that Sophie had been to Denmark and I remembered going to France as a kid. But Norway, wasn't that really expensive? Surely Sophie would not have been able to afford to go? So, I picked up the first pie and marched over to Emily. Without pausing I smothered it around her face, coating her pretty features completely. "Correct", Emily moaned in disappointment.

"Second question, my favourite animal is a horse. Who am I?" I knew that Emily's family owned a few horses so supposed it must be her. Confident once again I slammed the pie into Emily's face and wrapped it around her brown hair. "Wrong", My favourite animal is a pony." Emily announced in glee. Alex squealed and ran over towards me. She picked up a pie and threw it at my face. Picking the plate up again, she slammed it on top of my head.

"Third question, my favourite book as a teenager was, "I capture the castle". Who am I?" Now I'd never heard of the book, or ever seen it in Sophie's room. Being rich, Emily must like castles surely. So, I ambled over to Emily and placed the pie just below her face. Suddenly I put my other hand behind her head and pressed down, forcing her face into the pile of cream. Emily coughed and spluttered. "Wrong again, Ava, I let her borrow the book when she was fourteen. She's into far more highbrow stuff these days of course." With Emily seemingly incapacitated by an excess of shaving cream, Alex stood up and gently wiped a pie into my face. Emily gave her a look as if to say don't give her such an easy ride.

"Fourth question, my favourite quote is, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." Who am I?" Now this quote sounded rather highfalutin. It had to be Emily. So up I stepped once again, except this time I slammed the pie into Emily's chest. I forced the plate under her cami and rubbed it against her breasts. Beside her, Alex burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Emily was covered, whilst my girlfriend had yet to get messy. "Correct", Emily sighed, "that makes it two all."

"Question five, my favourite album is twenty-one, by Adele. Who am I?" Now I knew that Sophie liked Adele so reasoned that it must be her. Feeling rather guilty about pieing Alex I gently pied her in the face. Feeling naughty, Alex scooped up the cream from her face and rubbed it against Emily's exposed stomach. "Oi", Emily screamed. "By the way you're wrong. For some insane reason, your sister still prefers Adele's debut album. Heaven knows why." This time Emily insisted on pieing me in the face and she slammed it into my nose as hard as she could. Suddenly I realised that one more incorrect answer and I would lose, plus poor pretty Alex would get gunged. I couldn't let that happen.

"The pressures on now girls", laughed Emily. "Question six, I wore a blue ruffle dress to my school prom. Who am I?" I had to stop and think for a minute. As far as I could recall, both Emily and Sophie had bought ruffle dresses to wear at their prom. But having discovered that their outfits clashed, one of them agreed to hold back on her dress until their next social engagement. Suddenly I remembered that it was Emily who let Sophie wear her dream dress, perhaps I was being harsh on the poor girl, she was a good friend to my sister after all. Feeling confident I strode up to Alex and wiped the sixth pie into her face. "Correct", Emily exclaimed. "It's all going to go down to the last question." I couldn't help but feel that Emily seemed rather overconfident considering she was only one question away from being gunged.

"Final question, my favourite film is "The Notebook", who am I?" Well I knew that Sophie and Emily had watched it together literally hundreds of times, surely this was a trick question, wasn't it both of their favourite film? I just didn't know what to do. But then it hit me, my sister loved Ryan Gosling, but just because he was in the film doesn't mean that it was her favourite film. Seeing me hesitate, Emily flashed me a wicked smile. Failing to control a flash of anger I slammed the final pie into Emily's face. After a few seconds of silence, I heard Emily start to cackle. "The notebook is Sophie's favourite film, Ava, you've lost." Alex jumped in shock. "Oh no!" she cried. She had remained by the cleanest by some distance throughout the game and yet she was to receive the ultimate gunging. But first Emily stood up and slapped a pie into the side of my face. I would have to sit and watch Emily destroy my darling girlfriend and it was all my fault. Emily was right, I didn't know my sister as well as I thought I did. I felt terrible.

Emily picked up the first bucket, which contained tomato soup. She made Alex look up as she poured the soup over her pretty face. Alex took her gunging pretty well, in fact, she really started to enjoy it. The soup swam down her face and into her pyjama top. "Is that all you've got?" she teased, egging Emily on. Emily next picked up the bucket of custard and poured it down Alex's hair. Catching Emily off guard, Alex flicked her hair backwards causing custard to spray over the unsuspecting brunette. It was hilarious. Shaking her head, Emily chose the bucket of rice pudding and started to pour it down Alex's face and top. The creamy mixtures seeped into her pyjamas and ran down her chest. Emily was revelling in her victory and enjoying herself far too much.

Just as Emily poured the final drops of rice pudding over Alex, the door to the kitchen swung open. All three of us stood in shock as my sister walked in. Sophie paused as she took in what she saw. My sister then collapsed into a fit of giggles, "My goodness what are you playing at Emily? What are you doing to poor Alex? Leave these two lovebirds alone." Suddenly, it hit me, Sophie did know about me and Alex after all. But why hadn't she said so? Furthermore, why hadn't I told her? I was a terrible, terrible sister. Sophie walked to the kitchen sink and poured herself a glass of water. "All the commotion in the kitchen woke me up. But don't mind me, I'm going back to bed." Sophie yawned. "Oh, by the way, I heard one of you say that the Notebook is my favourite film. It isn't. I love, "Finding Nemo". I always used to watch "The Notebook" because I fancied Ryan Gosling and because Emily adores it. Didn't it used to be your favourite film Emily, before "The fault in our stars came along?"

With that, Sophie went out of the kitchen and went back to bed. Alex and I looked at one another. If "The Notebook", was indeed Emily's favourite film, not Sophie's didn't that mean that I had won? Emily had cheated. Plus, it meant that I knew my sister well after all. Emily had tried to prove that I was a lousy sister; instead all she proved was that she knew her best friend less well than she thought. I think that's why over the past year Emily has gone out of her way to please Sophie, such as when she agreed to go on the show the other week, because she felt guilty about taking her friend for granted. Alex meanwhile stood up and grabbed Emily by the shoulders. She pushed her down into the paddling pool; she had lost, it was her turn to face the gunge. "This isn't fair", Emily wailed, no longer trying to keep quiet, "The Notebook is Sophie's favourite film." "Clearly it isn't", laughed Alex.

Alex held the protesting girl down as I picked up the bucket of pasta sauce. Swiftly I upturned the bucket over Emily's head, who screamed like I had never heard anyone scream before. She was so squeamish it was pathetic, but it made me want to gunge her even more. Her head and shoulders turned dark red, matching the unfortunate Alex, who was desperate for revenge. Next, I picked up the bucket of honey. Slowly I poured it all over Emily's face and bare shoulders. "Ooh that's gross" laughed Alex as the sticky honey dripped from Emily's nose. I chose the bucket of baked beans next. In a moment of daring, Alex peeled away the front of Emily's cami and I poured half the bucket's contents over Emily's bare chest. Beans lodged between Emily's breasts and dribbled down her stomach onto the floor. Emily caught Alex staring at her bare breasts for a fraction too long and pushed her away. Annoyed, Alex got Emily to stand up. She asked me to pull away the back of Emily's knickers and picked up the bucket of jam.

Emily became enraged as I pulled the material as far back as I physically could. But Alex castigated her for cheating, "You've seen us naked, what's the shame in returning the compliment? She added. Alex then emptied half of the jam into Emily's panties and massaged the condiment into Emily's bare behind. Alex ran her fingers up and down Emily's bottom with care and consideration, in an almost sensual way. I then let go of her knickers as fast as I could and the material slammed back into her behind, squashing jam up against her body. Strangely, Emily seemed to just accept her punishment, I was sure that if it had just been with me, she would never have consented to her messy comeuppance. I then opened up the front of Emily's knickers and Alex poured the rest of the jam into them. "No fingers this time", warned Emily just as I slammed her knickers back into her crotch. Jam ran down her legs and onto the floor.

Taking control, Alex made Emily kneel back down once more. My girlfriend picked up the bucket of melted ice cream and slowly tipped it over the brunette's face. The ice cream ran down her shoulders into her top. Her humiliation was finally complete. Though I wondered whether we had gone too far. Sensing that she no longer had any part of her body to hide, Emily slowly peeled off her cami and threw it to the floor. She stood before us, naked except for her underwear, covered in slime. I could see in her face an expression of disgust. If you ever wonder why Emily hates me so much, ultimately it can be traced back to that day. She had tried to humiliate me and failing had paid the price. She picked up her cami and headed towards the washing machine in the laundry room. She opened the door and screamed as a bucket of milk came crashing down over her head. "Oh, I forgot about that", I said, in hysterics. I had had the last laugh, once again, or so I thought.

As I was fairly clean I wiped off the shaving cream and went off to bed. Emily stormed off to the bathroom and slid off her panties. Unfortunately for her she failed to lock the door properly. Just as she was stepping into the shower, she heard a knock on the door. "Go away, it's locked", she remarked. "It's Alex", came my girlfriend's reply. "Can I come in, just to talk?" Without waiting for a reply, Alex stepped into the bathroom. Having run out of energy, Emily no longer objected as Alex looked and watched as she scrubbed the jam from her crotch and behind. As I have already said, Alex fancied Emily, but her lust was unrequited. She felt a tingle watching Emily shower in the nude and ordinarily, Emily would have objected to this humiliation but she had a plan. Emily realised that she was the only person other than Bill and Sophie that knew about my relationship with Alex. Since Bill was a man and Sophie was my sister, Emily was the only person who Alex could confide in and about her relationship and about being a lesbian. Over time, Emily used this leverage to slowly pry us apart and that is why I hate her so much. She sabotaged my relationship with Alex, to get back at me. She knew that she had Alex mesmerised as she stared longingly at her naked body and began a heart to heart.

Of course, I was not present at this conversation so can only speculate about what they said. But what I do know is that afterwards, Emily had to slip into my sister's room and borrow a pink vest top and knickers to sleep in. Half asleep, Sophie murmured, "Just don't get it messy", and the fell back to sleep. The next morning, Emily and Sophie were the last ones down to breakfast. With my sister a few steps behind her, Emily stepped into the kitchen, opening the door just wide enough to send the unused bucket of yoghurt from last night crashing down upon her, submerging her face and chest. "My top", cried Sophie, half-jokingly, "Emily, how could you?" Emily simply stood in shock as Sophie reached into the fridge and slammed a trifle over her best friend's head. This was the first time that my sister had ever pied anyone in the face; better late than never, she had finally caught the wam bug.

Since that night, due to Alex's insistence and my great disappointment, I had very few opportunities to get Emily messy again until my sister's hen party. Fortunately, my sister eagerly took up the mantle. But that story is for another day, we need to get going with you trying on some more clothes." Ava helped Mia out of her dress who thus stood before her once again in simply her knickers. Mia folded one arm loosely across her chest, but more trusting of her acquaintance, made less of an effort to hide her bosom from Ava than before. "Right, I'm just going to pop out and find what happened to your clothes. I'll knock on the wall to signify when I'm back. If you like, I'll just let you get changed on your own", Ava disclosed.

Folding up the dress, Ava quickly stepped out of the room. Mia began to look and admire herself in the changing room mirror. She was in a quandary. She really liked Emily as a person and as a friend, but her behaviour, as told by Ava, was atrocious. Similarly, the picture painted of Ava by Emily was highly negative, yet speaking to her face to face, she seemed like a pleasant thoughtful girl. She couldn't decide whose story rang true, she would have to get to know them better before she could decide. Just then, she heard two knocks on the wall. Taking care to not peel the curtain back too far, Mia stuck her head out of the window so that Ava could pass her the next dress. Instead, as her head peeked through, a large cream pie was slammed into her face. Mia stumbled back into her changing room. How could she trust Ava if she kept doing things like this, surely Emily was right about her after all.

Mia was just wiping cream from her eyes when she heard another knock on the wall. "Go away", she cried. "Why what have I done?" Ava pleaded. "Don't lie Ava, I'm not an idiot", replied Mia. Not to be ignored, Ava stepped through the gap in the curtain and burst out laughing as she saw Mia's cream splattered face. "What have you done to yourself Mia?" she giggled. "You fully well know what happened Ava, no one else knew to knock on the wall." "I swear it wasn't me", Ava replied, reflecting as cream dribbled from her face that it was a good job that the floor of the changing rooms was fake wood and not carpet. "Look, I was just coming back to say that I still can't find your clothes. It looks like someone has taken them. I'll have another look and go and fetch you a towel."

Thirty seconds later, Mia heard another knock on the wall. Desperately wanting to trust Ava, who she felt deserved a second chance, she stuck her head out of the curtain once more. Just as before, Mia was stunned by a chocolate pie to the face. This time however, Mia was determined to catch Ava red handed and so remained with her head sticking out of the curtain as she wiped cream from her eyes. But this only gave her tormentor long enough to pour a bucket of chocolate sauce over her head. By the time that she wiped the sauce from her eyes, the perpetrator had long escaped. Mia disappeared back into her changing room and waited for Ava to return. When she did, the brunette couldn't stop laughing. "I promise with all my heart, it wasn't me. Poor, poor Mia. At least I brought you a towel." "But how can I trust you, when every time that I get messy, you are conveniently absent from the crime?" Ava wailed in reply.

Ava moved towards Mia, only for Mia to step out of the way. Refusing the towel off Ava, Mia wiped the cream and chocolate from her eyes. Suddenly, the curtains were thrust open and a bucket of custard was thrust towards Mia. Her vision obscured once more, she was defenceless to the pie sandwich that she then received. "Carly", Ava cried, as her co-worker stepped into the room, "It was you all along!" "Oh, I didn't realise that you were practically naked, even the better for it then", Carly cackled. "Mia, you don't know me, but you know my friend. My best pal Alice sends her regards." Finishing speaking, Carly yanked Mia's underwear to her feet. "Go away Carly", raged Ava as she stood up and pushed the shop assistant away from the naked girl. Carly grabbed Mia's knickers and made her escape. "I would guess that she has the rest of your clothes too," Ava surmised. Continuing, "I can't let you put on any of the new dresses, looking like that. The custard and chocolate would ruin them. Stay here and I'll get you a wet cloth to help wipe you down."

Two minutes later, Ava returned with a bucket of water and a face flannel. Standing close behind Mia, Ava took hold of Mia by her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "If you couldn't tell already, I really like you. We may have only met a few times, but I think that we could be brilliant together. From what I can tell, I think that you like me too."

Mia was shocked by this revelation, but she remembered how she had dreamt about Ava after the first time they met. Blushing she whispered back, "Ava, I do like you. I was conflicted at first, but you're right I sense that there is a connection between us." Ava smiled before replying, "Hey let me help clean you up." Ava soaked the flannel in the bucket of water and rubbed it against Mia's face. Once her face was clean, Ava soaked the flannel once more and began to wipe Mia's breasts. Mia felt a strange tingle as Ava pressed the fabric against her chest and scrubbed her cleavage clean. Ava the picked up the bucket and poured half of its contents down Mia's front. Ava then bent down and rubbed Mia's backside clean. She slowly rubbed up and down Mia's buttocks, gently caressing her soft skin. After that, Ava tipped the rest of the bucket over Mia's hair.

Ava then grabbed the towel and began to wipe Mia down. She rubbed the towel over Mia's face, chest and behind. Once Mia was dry, Ava moved in to kiss her on the lips. The two girls passionately embraced as they kissed, with Ava pressing the naked girl against the mirror on the wall. Still in her uniform, Ava bent down and kissed Mia on her breasts and stomach before twirling her body around. Ava pressed Mia's nude body up against the mirror, with her breasts leaving a mark on the glass. Ava kissed Mia on the behind and caressed her back up and down. Mia moved in to kiss Ava on the neck. She then gestured for Ava to remove her top.

But before Ava had time to undress, the girls heard the booming voice of Pauline announce that she was back from her break. Ava kissed Mia quickly on the lips and slipped out of Mia's changing room. Fortunately, the shop was completely deserted, so Ava's escape was undetected. Mia looked around her for the sign of any clothes but was left bitterly disappointed. Suddenly, her curtain was pulled wide open. It was Pauline. "Aha, Mia, none of my clothes good enough for you then?" Pauline glanced down at the floor, seeing the custard and chocolate sauce. "I see that you've met Carly then. I'm afraid that I have a confession to make. I'm good friends with Alice's mother. She told me what you did to her daughter. I'm afraid that we've lured you into a trap. I'm not entirely sure why you're naked, but I guess that Ava has something to do with that. That wasn't supposed to happen. You can't blame me for that. Now, I must emphasise, my son had nothing to do with this. He'll probably insist in me gifting you two free dresses now when he hears what's happened. I don't know what he sees in you, I really don't. Alice is a lovely girl. You know what, I'm quite annoyed with Ava. I was hoping to see you all really messy upon my return. It's a good job that I brought these with me." Pauline then upturned a large bucket of green gunge over Mia's head before slamming a huge cream pie into her face. A second bucket of chocolate soon followed before Pauline sprayed her from head to toe with the foam of a fire extinguisher. She moved to the side to ensure that she covered Mia's back, before slamming a banoffee pie into her behind.

Hearing the commotion, Ava came running back into the changing rooms. "Pauline what have you done?" she screamed. Ava pulled the curtain back and began to towel the poor girl down once again. "You must go to the police that was assault", Ava demanded. "I can't" wailed Mia. "They would report me too for what I did to Alice. Plus, Pauline wasn't the one who stripped me naked. She'll say you were in on it too, if I complain. You weren't, were you? Please say you weren't." "No of course not! Just what exactly did you do to Alice, the stuck-up bitch?" Ava inquired. Mia told the brunette her story as Ava continued to wipe her down. Mia was awfully glad for Ava's help, she was proving to be a real friend to her, or perhaps now even more. Yet Mia still had a nagging doubt in the back of her mind. Was Ava really not involved in Pauline's plot, as the older woman had suggested; was she being double crossed after all? Just then, Mia flinched, as Ava began to wipe her crotch. "Ava kiss me", she added. "With pleasure", Ava replied.