Mia uncurled herself from her foetal position, as she groggily awoke from her early morning slumber, on her girlfriend's snug, velvety and toasty King size bed. The brunette eighteen-year-old, whose feathery hair reached down below her chest, yawned as she stretched out her arms before snuggling back under the duvet, willing to submit to her tender, yearning temptation to escape all of life's worries and drift back off to sleep. Murmuring, Mia wiped her floppy fringe from her clammy forehead and reached out to cuddle her girlfriend, only to recoil in grave disappointment upon realising that Ava was no longer beside her.

Wiping sleep from her eyes, Mia groggily remembered that Ava had already kissed her good morning, before wrestling herself from out under the sheets in order to prepare them both breakfast, before Mia had lazily drifted back off to sleep. As the teenager rested her head back on her gossamer pillow, she began to hear the shrill, tuneless tones of girlfriend's pitiful hushed singing. Ava truly was tone death, but Mia wouldn't change her for the world. Suddenly the garish, jazzy ringtone of Ava's mobile phone began to pierce the serene silence of their hallway and Mia heard Ava's heavy footsteps uncharacteristically dash into the front hall and hurriedly answer her phone. "Hello sexy," Ava huskily growled, as the gaudy ringtone finally ceased ringing. Horrified, Mia snapped out of her brazen sluggishness and sat upright with such force that she knocked the entire King size duvet onto the floor. What had her girlfriend just cooed down the phone? How dare she be so whorish, so shameless when her doting, loving Mia was waiting for her in her own bedroom?

But Mia's uncontrollable hysteria was thankfully soon to fade away. For it suddenly struck her that she was gladly mistaken. Over the past couple of weeks, the adoring couple had been playing an ongoing game of dares whereby if either of them got the other accidentally messy, they would have to pick a forfeit out of a glass jar filled with dark, delicious, seedy punishments. Ava, a twenty-year-old dark brunette, had accidentally splashed Mia's top during the washing up last week when she had lazily thrown a saucepan into their dank and mouldy washing up bowl. The brown, greasy, murky water had splashed up and splattered into Mia's pretty, cute and feminine, unassuming face. Teasingly, Ava had then greedily lifted Mia's top off over her shoulders, before scooping up another panful of murky water in the saucepan and pouring it all over Mia's small, shivering, uncovered breasts.

With a surgeon's precision, Ava had then dabbed Mia's bosom down with a tea towel, making sure to trace the contours of every curve on her chest. Keen to regain control, Mia, still topless, had broken free from their embrace to fetch down the jar of punishments. At only five-foot-two, Mia had had to stand on her tiptoes to reach where her taller partner had hidden their jar, giving Ava the perfect opportunity to slap her playfully on the bum. Moments later, Ava nervily picked out a punishment and quaveringly read it out aloud. Ava was to say or write, "Hello sexy," whenever she answered the phone, sent a text or used WhatsApp over the following fortnight. Plucky, Ava had got lucky, there were far, far worse punishments she could have found. Nevertheless, the first time her Dad had rung her had been particularly cringe worthy and awkward, but at least he had seen the funny side, unlike her tiresome, supercilious brother-in-law Darren, who had priggishly taken offence over her childish, infantile games.

Mia breathed a sigh of relief as she picked her duvet back off the floor, before realising that Ava was in fact conducting her entire conversation in hushed, secretive tones. Why didn't she want Mia to hear her? Perhaps she had been intending to say "Hello sexy," after all. Keen to investigate, Mia waved forlornly goodbye to any further chance she had of going back to sleep. Wearing just a light blue tank top and tight, yellow, frilly knickers, Mia didn't bother changing before joining Ava in the kitchen. In contrast, Ava was already dressed and ready to confront the world. Wearing boot cut jeans and a maroon t-shirt, she smiled as she saw Mia march grumpily in to greet her. "Morning darling, I'm just on the phone to Alex. Sit down, breakfast is almost ready," Ava requested. Alex! That was Ava's ex. What business had she to call Ava this early in the morning, if at all? No wonder they were speaking in such hushed tones. Alex had better not be trying to steal her back. She had had her chance and she had blown it, how dare she try to break them up, when they were so wonderful and perfect together. In contrast to the surly, grouchy expression, spreading across Mia's pretty little face, Ava smiled sweetly as she mentally traced the outline of Mia's behind as she tiredly turned around and sat down at the kitchen table. "Sorry Alex, Mia's up and breakfast is ready. I'll speak to you later, thanks for the gossip, it was really useful cheers, bye," Ava crowed, before putting down the phone.

Ava then brought over a large plate of steaming waffles and placed them on the centre of the kitchen table. Cheerfully, she kissed Mia on the cheek and sat down opposite her truculent girlfriend. "What did Alex want?" Mia asked aggressively. "Oh, she just wanted to warn me about something dreadful that happened during a night out last week," Ava patiently replied. "So why all the hushed voices then?" Mia continued, peevishly. "Mia, I didn't want to wake you. Don't worry, there's nothing going on between us, she's nothing more than a casual friend anymore. Yes, I may still care for her, but I love you, not her. Now come on, lets enjoy breakfast, I've got something extra special planned for us today."

Wary and hungry, Mia clambered down from her crotchety, bellicose disposition and greedily picked up a waffle, before clumsily dropping it down onto her empty plate. Still shattered from the late night in front of the television, she wiped yet more sleep from her eyes before picking up a bottle of raspberry sauce and squeezing it over her plate. Yet, to her immense frustration, nothing came out the bottle. Still wound up from before, she squeezed it again. Once more, no sauce emerged. Ava chuckled as she successfully squirted maple syrup onto her own plate. This sort of thing only ever happened to Mia, it was so cute. Not to be deterred, Mia scrunched up her nose and jokily aimed the bottle of sauce at her girlfriend. "Don't you dare!" demanded Ava, slightly taken by surprise. Mia squeezed with all her might, yet once again, to Ava's great relief, no raspberry sauce was forthcoming. Ava sighed and began to shovel a mouthful of waffle down her throat. Mia, her blood levels rising, shook the bottle ferociously and squeezed it one final time.

To Mia's great shock, a merciless spray of raspberry came shooting out across the table, greedily splashing over the front of Ava's pristine, maroon top. "Hey," Ava mumbled, under a mouthful of waffle. "Sorry! I'm such a klutz!" Mia wailed in return. "I know, I know," agreed Ava jovially, as she traced her fingers tightly over her damp t-shirt, before scooping up the sauce and licking it off the tips of her fingers. Piqued, she stood up and aimed the bottle of maple syrup over Mia's pretty, dainty head. Contrite, the brunette offered no opposition, allowing Ava to squirt half the bottle of syrup over the submissive eighteen-year-old's bedraggled brown hair. Once she had finished, Ava made sure to rub the syrup all over Mia's chestnut locks as her girlfriend began to eat her breakfast, unperturbed. Ava glanced down at her girlfriend and lustfully beheld Mia's rising chest as it peeked out from under her thin, crinkly top. Ava placed her hands on both of Mia's slight, knobbly shoulders. "Right, Miss Clumsy. Time for the jar of punishment for you."

Standing tall at five-foot-five, Ava easily, joyfully, fetched the glass jar from the top of the cupboard and held it out in front of Mia's jittery brown eyes. Mia gingerly dug her right palm into the jungle of folded paper punishments and fished around hopefully, before picking out one hiding discretely in the bottom. Without looking, she passed it to Ava. Ava paused and began to smile wickedly as she slowly unfolded the paper. Gloating, she declared, "Mia, your punishment is "Naked Breakfast!" Quick, get your top off and prepare to be obliterated."

Mia blushed in embarrassment and shock as Ava stared piercingly into her eyes. Bravely, Mia stood up and lifted her tank top up over her chest. Ava lustfully stared at Mia's bare breasts. They may be small, but they were Mia's, so they were perfect. Throwing her top to the floor, Mia briefly disappeared into the lounge to retrieve an unwanted newspaper. Flushed with excitement, Ava turned to collect a few bottles and containers from the cupboards, whilst Mia, upon returning, bent over and spread the newspaper out onto the floor. Sneakily turning around, Ava caught the precise moment Mia bent forwards, her behind cutely rising into the air. Oblivious, Mia positioned her chair over the newspaper and began to ease her knickers to the floor.

Ava put down a bottle of mustard and sidled up to her heavenly, naked girlfriend. Ava embraced Mia and locked her lips onto Mia's own. Ava's left hand eased down Mia's slender back and cradled her girlfriend's taut behind. Her right hand squeezed Mia's left breast as their bodies rubbed up together. Impassioned, Mia was ready and willing to give herself wholly to her girlfriend. Breaking off their kiss, Ava eased Mia down and began to wrap masking tape over her wrists and the armrests of the chair. With both arms safely secured, Mia was now defenceless to the onslaught that was to come. "It's been a long while since I got you truly messy Mia. It feels pretty great to be making up for lost time," Ava chortled in delight.

Ava picked up the bottles of maple syrup and raspberry sauce and began to squirt them over Mia's small but supple breasts. Enjoying herself, Mia jiggled her chest as the sauce ran down her flat stomach and pooled over her crotch. Ava meanwhile turned her attention to the fridge. She picked up a large, unopened, four litre bottle of full cream milk and emptied it over the shrieking brunette's angelic head. The teenager shivered as the cool white liquid deluged down over her cute nose and shoulders. Not wanting to tear her eyes away, Ava brought out a packet of six free range eggs. She cracked the first two over Mia's silky brown hair before massaging the runny yolk over her elegant locks. Both of Mia's breasts soon became submerged by the runny yolk as Ava cracked two more against Mia's trembling chest. The final two eggs were lucky enough to be smashed against Mia's aching crotch, which Ava began to trace over with her trembling fingers, as she became spellbound with desire.

Ava then eased Mia's shoulders forward and began to squirt mustard down her radiant back. The older girl ensured that Mia's behind was well coated before shifting the teenager back into her chair. Ava grinned wildly before picking up a large chocolate gateau and launching it into her partner's exquisite, delicate face. Ava rubbed the gateaux up and around Mia's round feminine features until not a single inch of her pale white skin was left unblemished. Filled with adrenaline, Ava then ordered Mia to rise up so she could place whatever was left of the gateaux onto the chair. Constrained by the tape, Mia had difficulty rising and sitting back down, which she did so gingerly, squealing as the chocolate oozed up over her crotch. The onslaught continued with a large pot of strawberry yoghurt, which Ava slowly tipped over Mia's head, swiftly turning her nose and cheeks strawberry pink.

Ava took a moment to compose herself as she looked her naked girlfriend up and down. As yoghurt dripped onto Mia's quivering breasts, the teenager snidely remarked, "Goodness, is that all you've got?" Laughing, Ava picked up a bottle of cheap red wine and emptied its entire contents over Mia's spluttering face. The wine continued to pour ferociously down over Mia's hair and shoulders as the brunette turned her gaze upwards to greedily swallow a mouthful of the Shiraz. Once finished, Ava quickly flicked through the cupboard looking for anything else she could pour over her girlfriend. Settling on a bag of flour, Ava emptied it over the oblivious teenager from behind. As the flour began to cement itself to Mia's chest, Ava briefly disappeared into the pantry before returning carrying a bucket of lime green slime. Without warning, like before, she emptied it over the dreamy brunette from behind. As the slime cascaded slowly down, Ava remarked, "It's slightly thicker, gloopier and stickier than anything I've made before, I hope you like it," as Mia, unable to protect herself, tried to blink the slime from her eyes. Ava then carried two chocolate and cream pies into the kitchen. She placed one onto the kitchen table and held the second up to Mia's ravishing face. "I love you," she crowed before slamming the pie into her partner's eyes from point blank range. The cream exploded over the teenager's nose and cheeks before Ava twisted the pie over every inch of Mia's face. Trembling, Ava stooped down to kiss Mia passionately on the lips before upturning what was left of the pie onto Mia's spattered head and stepping back to admire the view.

"Wow, just wow," Ava sighed as she stared intently into Mia's bashful eyes. "I forget just how much I love messing you up pet, you're sublime." Slime dripped down from Mia's sodden fringe onto her chest. Pursing her lips, Mia replied, "Ava I adore you, but aren't you being just a tad little greedy? Surely it's my turn to mess you up next?" Ava considered Mia's proposition for a moment, gauging how to respond, before adding, "Darling, how would you like to gain your sweet revenge on me this evening." "More than anything in the world," came Mia's instant response. Smiling, Ava cackled, "Just as I thought. But Mia, I hope you don't think that I will allow your revenge to come so easy. How about I set you a challenge and if you win, you get to pour all the remaining buckets of gunge from the pantry over me, before pieing me to oblivion using all the remaining supplies that I've hidden in the laundry room? But if you fail, you will suffer a far, far worse fate." Mia took a second to consider the proposition. "So long as we both agree to play fair, I can't stand cheats, you know that," chided Mia, aware of Ava's propensity to bend the rules. "Mia, I would never cheat," began Ava, before realising that Mia couldn't be fooled. "Alright, I promise, no cheating, agreed?" She admitted. "Agreed," came Mia's swift reply, before adding, "So, then, what is my fiendish challenge?"

"Well, just give me a minute to freshen up and make some calls and I'll be back in a jiffy," Ava replied before kissing Mia tenderly on the cheek. Saucily, Ava left Mia tied to the chair for over ten minutes as the gunge and detritus continued to ooze down her perfect naked body. Mia tried to wrestle free, but to no avail. She was trapped. Still hungry, she licked maple syrup off her left shoulder and shivered as egg yolk continued to run down over and into her crotch. Just as Mia was beginning to grow restless, Ava returned. "Sorry for the delay, everything's set," Ava apologised as she ran in, having changed into a fresh orange t-shirt. "Now your challenge, should you wish to accept it, is to gunge three victims of my choosing, in the manner that I request. Should you succeed you may meet me at a secret location at six o-clock where you will face one final challenge before receiving your prize." Mia was instantly intrigued. Who would her three victims be? She simply couldn't wait to find out.

"Now, that sounds like a tall order to do all on your own," Ava continued, so I've organised for someone to help you on your quest. I've left a few buckets of gunge and some pies in the hall for you to use should you wish. But remember if you're late, you lose. Plus, once you leave the house, you cannot return. So, you will need to take everything that you think you might need with you this morning for the entire day. Good luck darling, now I really need to get going, see you later." Ava kissed Mia on the back of the neck and exited into the hall. "Wait! Aren't you going to untie me first?" Mia wailed. "No, don't think so," Ava chortled. "Remember help is on its way. Love you!" With that Ava swung open the front door and disappeared out onto the street. Mia tried once more to struggle free, but she simply couldn't move. For once, it wasn't just her feet that were beginning to smell, her whole body smelt rancid. Five minutes soon past and Mia was still tied to the chair. She wished that whoever was coming to help her would soon hurry up. Furthermore, she hoped they had a key.

Two more minutes past however, before Mia heard the front door swing wide open. "Mia, its Bella," the petite, eighteen-year-old blonde shouted, as she bounded through the door. Mia sighed under her breath. She should have known. She liked Bella but she was such hard work. Like a puppy, Bella always showered her with affection, but she never knew when to leave her alone. The blonde simply didn't have an off button, she never stopped talking. Furthermore, she was incredibly silly, naive and immature. Mia wondered just how much use Bella would be for her challenge. Bella was the younger sister of Ava's brother-in-law Darren. She had only recently moved to the area and only really knew the people who were within Ava, or Ava's sister Sophie's, circle of friends. But hey, at least she was at least far more fun than her dour, bore of a brother. Nevertheless, Ava had to have chosen her for a reason, perhaps Bella would surprise her and prove useful to her after all.

Bella came skipping into the kitchen as she shouted, "Mia where are" before trailing off upon spotting her naked friend tied to the chair. Instantly, Bella collapsed into a fit of giggles, her loud, braying laugh reverberating in Mia's unprotected, delicate ears. Once she had composed herself, Bella began, "Goodness, what have you got up to this morning silly Mia. Ava didn't tell me about this, I'm sorry to have missed all the fun." Bella looked Mia up and down. She had long been jealous of Mia's slim body and glorious flowing brown hair. Mia was incredibly pretty, and at five-foot-two was three inches taller than the petite blonde. But staring at Mia's unprotected chest, Bella could rest in the solace that her breasts were at least far bigger than the brunette's. Mia caught Bella staring at her chest and blushed as Bella's gaze tended towards her crotch. Just then, Bella spotted the cream pie sitting on the kitchen table. She licked her lips and greedily picked it up. Catching Mia's gaze, she grinned wickedly before slamming it into Mia's beautifully anguished face. Bella twisted the pie over Mia's nose before apologising, "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."

Bella wiped the cream from Mia's eyes before continuing, "Ava's filled me in about your challenge. I'm to help you trick and gunge your victims and either film or photo their destruction as proof of your success. Now Ava has asked that I be the go-between between the two of you. So she will WhatsApp the names of the victims to me when the time comes. But first we've got to get you cleaned up." Bella carefully untied the masking tape from around Mia's wrists and helped her to her feet. Mia briefly hoped that Bella would leave her alone and give her time to get changed, especially since the curtain rail over the bath was broken. But Bella swiftly followed Mia into the bathroom and continued to chatter away as Mia began to wash her glutinous body clean. Bella, though absolutely straight, had recently had a lesbian experience of her own and looked on in awe as Mia ran her fingers through her glistening hair as warm water poured down over her from above. Giving up, Mia no longer tried to hide her modesty, sensing that Bella would forever ignore her subtle hints to leave her alone. She didn't dare tell her to go away, in case, offended, she refused to help and sabotaged her challenge instead. Bella was just the sort of person to do that, if she felt she had been betrayed. So, Mia forlornly sighed as Bella stared intently at her crotch as she turned around to massage soap lather over her chest.

As Mia continued to wash the gateaux from off her hips, she began to scrutinize Bella in return. The short blonde was wearing a tight yellow t-shirt which fully emphasised her larger breasts. Mia involuntarily wiped her left arm defensively across her chest. An action, which Bella didn't fail to notice, as she joyfully recognised the pang of jealousy that spread across Mia's prettier face. Mia noted that Bella was also wearing a knee length blue handkerchief skirt which showed off her gorgeous short, smooth legs. She perhaps wasn't as pretty as Mia, but she sure wore her sexuality with ease.

Mia jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her chest. To her horror, Bella also insisted on choosing her an outfit to wear. Against her better judgement, Mia soon found her towel tugged from off her chest and a red, knife pleated miniskirt and a light pink, tube top thrown in her direction. Mia wasn't entirely convinced that her outfit held together but decided to humour her feverish friend. Her shoulders and stomach were bare and the tops of her breasts peaked out from under her top. She wondered who exactly she was supposed to be impressing, she hadn't shown this much flesh out in public for months. Now that she was ready, Bella WhatsApped Ava to let her know that the challenge could finally begin. Sure enough, moments later, came Ava's cryptic reply.

Momentarily confused, Bella read out Ava's first challenge. "Hello sexy, if there's anyone I hate, it's someone who actively tries to avoid getting messy. People who refuse to get gunged or lean out of the way deserve no sympathy when they finally get what they deserve. Your first victim is one such young woman. Unbeknownst to you, see recently played a series of challenges against your sister Rosie and was unfortunately doing very poorly. A sore loser, she refused to take any further part and got poor Jessica to take her place. Our unfortunate redheaded friend took one hell of a gunging and its time our victim got what she deserves. I want her dripping in ice cream and soaking wet. Our first victim is, of course, your good friend Georgia."

"My, my, did she really?" Came Mia's disappointed reply. "I can't believe she wussed out of getting gunged. Poor Jessica! Well I'm going to enjoy this first one, Georgia's one of my oldest friends! She may be timid around gunge, but she's such a great person. Bella, you'd really like her." In fact, Mia was pretty sure that Georgia wouldn't be able to stand the shrill, immature blonde standing beside her. Like Bella, Georgia was eighteen and had sleek, though slightly shorter, shoulder length blonde hair. Also, much taller at five-foot-four, Georgia was Mia's cleverest and sportiest friend. She'd grow tired of Bella in an instant.

"Hey, isn't Georgia who you took on the mock trial on the TV show with you?" Bella asked, intrigued. "She is indeed. She avoided a well-deserved gunging there too," Mia replied. Continuing to blabber, Bella added, "She's really has a great body, I wish I was as well toned. But hey, as I've never properly met her, so I'm afraid I can't really help you in tracking her down." Mia thought to herself for a moment. "Now for Ava to have chosen her, she must know where she is, or she wouldn't be playing fair. Now, if I remember correctly, Georgia's in training for a ten km fun run, in a couple of weeks' time. She's been running around the town park on her days off to stay fit. I'd bet you anything that's where she is today."

The two girls packed Bella's Hyundai with as many tubs of gunge and pies as they could find and drove off towards the park. Pulling into the car park, sure enough, Mia spotted Georgia's battered old Ford Fiesta parked in the corner by the swings. By now late morning, the park was fairly overcast, and since it was a week day, almost deserted. A few dog walkers prowled the edges of the overgrown football pitches, but they weren't numerous enough to jeopardise Mia's well-made plans. Grabbing a pair of binoculars from the backseat, Mia scoured the park until she spotted Georgia running over at the far side of the lake. The blonde was wearing a light blue tank top and tight pink shorts. She didn't seem to be going very fast, perhaps she was nearing the end of her workout. "I'm no great runner, but by my estimations, I'd say Georgia will be coming past here in about ten minutes, so we'd better get going," announced Mia, in a hurry. "What do you have in mind?" Asked Bella, inquisitively. Mia turned her head and glanced towards the ice cream van over by the trees. "Of course," gushed Bella, amazed at her own naivety. "I don't really have much money on me, we aren't going to be buying it all are we?" She asked sheepishly. "Of course not!" Mia snorted. "Now, come follow me."

As the two girls walked over to the ice cream van, Mia took Bella by the arm and paused for a moment. "Just how keen are you to see Ava gunged today, Bella?" She asked. "Extremely," Bella replied. "Excellent," Mia purred, assured. Continuing, she added, "Now, see that bored looking blonde in the ice cream van. That's Steve. He was in mine, Jessica's and Georgia's year at school. Jessica recently persuaded him to squirt raspberry sauce over my sister Rosie, so he owes me a huge favour. Plus, he has a thing for blondes. We can use him to our advantage. Bella, would you mind flirting with him?" "Wow, no problem," the blonde replied, "I was going to do that anyway," she giggled.

Mia and Bella strode up to the van. "Hi Steve, how's things?" Mia asked, trying to sound interested. Mia felt momentarily embarrassed showing off so much flesh in front of a boy she had known for years. But Steve knew she was a lesbian and even before she came out, he had never shown any real interest in her. Mia had never had had a problem with him before, he simply just existed, until the fateful incident with Rosie. So now, she truly didn't know what to make of him. She certainly didn't trust him. "Oh, hi Mia, I'm sorry about all that business with your sister by the way," Steve sheepishly replied. Noticing Bella, perking up, he asked, "Who's your friend?" "Oh, this is Bella. Amazingly, she's single, can you believe it?" Mia divulged. In truth, Bella was single because most of the boys her age found her increasingly hard work. Her relationships never really lasted more than a few months. So as long as Bella, for once, allowed Mia to do most of the talking, they would be fine. Steve was clearly already taken with her. Bella smiled and flicked back her hair, before jutting her breasts slightly forward. "It's a pleasure to meet you Steve," the blonde giggled before placing her arms on her hips. Mia noticed Bella blush uncontrollably. How she was ever meant to trick Georgia with Bella as her only help, she couldn't imagine. To Mia's great relief, Steve, who even Bella could tell had the hots for her, became instantly flustered. "So, um, what would you two pretty ladies like from me this morning?" Frustratingly, Bella took an age to decide before replying, "Can I have a ninety-nine please?" After insisting that she would pay, Mia continued, "And I'll have a blueberry smoothie, thanks Steve."

Steve made the smoothie first and placed it on the top of the counter. The ninety-nine swiftly followed and as he attempted to hand it to Bella, Mia stole it out from his grasp. Mia made as if to pass it to Bella, but just at the last second smashed the cone into the poor unsuspecting teenager's face. As the cone crumbled in the conniving Mia's hands, the brunette rubbed what remained of the ice cream over Bella's rosy cheeks. "That's for the pie earlier," she whispered so that Steve couldn't hear. Mia then picked up the smoothie and bent forward to lick the cream from off Bella's nose. But just as she did so she purposely spilt the smoothie over Bella's brand-new top. Bella shrieked and blushed bright red in embarrassment as she saw Steve uncontrollably staring at her chest. Nervous the blonde glanced over her shoulder. There was no one else around. So, plucking up her courage, she tore her top off and flung it to the ground. Lucky Steve couldn't help but ogle her breasts, which were being protected by nothing more than a cute white bra. "I'm such a klutz, sorry Bella," Mia hissed, whilst failing not to laugh. Trying to sound contrite, she added, "Steve do you have a wet cloth to wipe Bella down?" "I sure do," replied Steve as he quickly poured a bottle of water over a piece of kitchen roll and handed it to Mia. Mia then proceeded to wipe the dripping smoothie and ice cream from off Bella's face and chest, taking care not to stand in Steve's way so he could lustfully watch them as she traced her hands across Bella's pale skin.

Abashed, Bella noticed Steve staring at her. Starting to grasp what Mia had for her in mind, Bella began, "Hey Steve, now that you've seen me topless, it's only fair that I see you shirtless in return, don't you think?" Taken by surprise, Steve blushed. Bella continued, "I don't mean to sound forward, but I saw the way you stared at me. Would you like a quick snog in the bushes?" Steve couldn't believe his luck. Turning to Mia, he asked, "Hey, Mia would you mind manning the van for a few minutes. I doubt anyone will turn up, but I can't leave the cash box unattended." "Of course, I will, you can count on me. Your van's safe in my hands," Mia lied.

Steve jumped out of the van and took Bella's right hand in his palm. The two teenagers disappeared into the bushes and Mia took his place. Mia looked up into the distance. Georgia was no more than four minutes away from passing the van. Almost immediately, Mia switched off the ice cream freezer. She took the mint choc chip tub out of the compartment and put it out on the side of the van. Positioned here, it could catch as much as the heat of the sun as was possible, enabling it to melt a little quicker than the others. A few minutes later, just as Georgia came running into view, Mia returned the mint choc chip to its rightful place and switched the freezer compartment back on.

"Hey Georgia, look where I am!" Mia shouted as Georgia came running into view. Georgia slowed her pace and smiled. "Hi Mia, what are you doing here?" She asked, intrigued. "Just returning a favour to Steve. He promised me a free ice cream if I could cover his break for him," Mia shouted in return. Now jogging, Georgia turned to canter towards the van. Mia had got her hooked. "Wow, this is pretty cool," Georgia remarked as she peered inside the van. "Hey, why don't you come in and have a closer look. Steve won't mind, I assure you," Mia avowed. Mildly interested, Georgia entered the van and immediately glanced down at the freezer. "The ice cream looks like it's melting Mia. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She bossily sneered. "Yeah, of course. Hey, hang on, you're right. It's melting. Steve will kill me if I destroy his stock. What do you think could be the problem?" Mia shrieked. "Perhaps you've switched it off by mistake," Georgia condescendingly replied, before adding, "I'll take a look at the on/off switch." Georgia glanced down at the plug and did a double take at the ice cream, staring at the mint choc chip as she did so. Shrugging, she switched the freezer off, thinking that she had solved the problem.

A few minutes later, Steve and Bella returned from the bushes, with Steve awkwardly pulling his top back on over his chest and Bella adjusting her skirt as they emerged. Both were looking pretty pleased with themselves. Bella looked around for her top to no avail, for Mia had already hidden it away. "Hi Steve," called out Georgia. "Mia's just been showing me the ropes. I hope you don't mind." "No not at all," Steve called out, still in incredibly high spirits. Mia then looked towards Bella, who admittedly looked a little foolish just wearing a bra. "Georgia, this is Bella, I don't think you two have met." "Nice to meet you Bella," exclaimed Georgia, slightly perturbed by Bella's topless state. Mia opened the door to let back Steve inside. Steve glanced down at the ice cream, which by now had almost completely melted. Panicking, he glanced down at the plug, before flicking the switch back on. "Hey, who turned the freezer off? The ice cream is ruined. My boss will kill me." Georgia gulped. She glanced over at Mia who stared at her to say, "It wasn't me." Georgia sighed before taking a deep breath. "Steve, it's my fault, I'm ever so sorry. I thought it was melting already, I was only trying to help. What can I do to make it up to you?"

Mia's eyes lit up. Speaking over Steve who was beginning to um and err, Mia announced, "Well since the ice cream is already ruined, why don't we play a little game? Georgia can take one of us on at blindfold taste test with the ice cream. Every time someone gets a flavour wrong they will have a tub of ice cream tipped over them. Plus, whoever loses the game can have the rest of the ice cream poured over them and then be thrown into the lake to clean off." All eyes turned towards Georgia. "Erm, alright, since this was all my fault, I suppose I accept the challenge." Bella, still outside the van and getting a few funny looks from some dog walkers who were passing nearby, looked admiringly over at Mia. Mia's plan was smoothly slotting into place.

Georgia meanwhile, continued, "Though as long as I don't take on Steve. He's bound to be an expert at guessing flavours. He'll be sure to beat me, so I'll have to take on one of you two instead. Steve's poor mood suddenly brightened. He was about to witness two pretty girls get covered in ice cream. Bella suddenly grew very nervous. Mia looked over at her and announced, "Bella, why don't we toss for it?" Now Mia couldn't be certain that Bella would be particularly great at guessing ice cream flavours. It would be safer for Mia to volunteer to play instead. But she had already been gunged once today already and if she wasn't playing she could influence which flavours to give to Bella and Georgia. But Ava had asked Bella to ensure that Mia didn't cheat. So, she suggested that Steve toss for who would be Georgia's opponent.

Steve took a 50p coin from out of the till and turned to Bella. "Your call," he exclaimed. "Heads please Steve," Bella gushed, completely love-struck. Steve flipped the coin. All eyes turned towards Steve's palm as the cupro-nickel landed in his hand. "Tails it is, sorry Bella" called Steve, secretly quite happy that Bella would be soon covered in ice cream. Mia smiled, before bleating, "Hey Steve, why don't we move to somewhere a bit more secluded?" Another dog walker was quite clearly perving over Bella as she stood outside the van, they owed it to the pretty blonde to move somewhere where no one else could stare.

Mia fetched two fold-up chairs from Bella's car and they all hopped into the ice cream van. Steve drove into a clearing at the park's edge, where the dog walkers never thought to tread. Not wanting to get it messy, Bella slipped off her skirt, leaving her dressed in only her matching white underwear. Unimpressed, Georgia chose to remain fully clothed. Mia could tell that Bella was already beginning to annoy her sporty friend. Mia set the two chairs out and Bella and Georgia sat down. Mia tied loose blindfolds over the pair's eyes and began, "First to three incorrect answers loses. Georgia, would you like to go first or second?" "Second please," Georgia replied, not enjoying being the sensation of being blindfolded in a secluded forest. Bella, in contrast, was rather overexcited. She knew full well that Steve couldn't stop staring at her, she must ensure she got his number before she left, he was sure to ask her out for a date.

Mia fetched the tub of chocolate ice cream from out the freezer and scooped out a helping with a spoon. Steve held the tub over Bella's head, ready to pour, in case she guessed the flavour incorrectly. Mia meanwhile, gently eased the spoon into Bella's wide-open mouth. Bella seductively licked her lips as she tasted the cool ice cream against her tongue. "Mmm, Chocolate," she purred. "Correct," announced Mia as Steve disappointedly put the tub of ice cream back in the van. Mia then scooped out a helping from another tub and passed it to Steve, who this time held it above Georgia's fidgety face. Mia carefully eased the spoon into Georgia's less willing mouth. The blonde took a few seconds to mull over her answer. Her first flavour was a hard one. "Erm, orange I think," she guessed. "Aha! Wrong!" Chortled Mia. "It was apricot. Steve, let her have it." Georgia grumbled at being ever so close, but not close enough. Bella's first go had been so easy in comparison. Georgia began to wonder whether the game was being fixed. Not needing a second reminder, Steve heartily poured the ice cream all over Georgia's hair covering her in the sticky, ironically orange, slush from head to toe.

"Right, now for the second round," began Mia. As she slid the spoon filled with ice cream into Bella's mouth, Mia continued, "Pet, what's this?" Once again, Bella savoured the flavour, knowing fully well what it was. "Oh, that's easy, it's strawberry," she boasted. "That's right! Well done," Mia announced, almost condescendingly. Moments later, Georgia tastes a cool tangy flavour, which once again, left her confused and unsure. "Hey, how come Bella gets all the easy ones? You better not be cheating Mia," she grumbled. "I swear, I'm not," Mia lied. Sighing, Georgia continued, "Hmm, this is a bit of a wild stab in the dark, but I reckon this is blueberry." "Damn!" Mia exclaimed, under her breath. Georgia, unbelievably, was correct. "Some guess there Georgia, congratulations," mumbled Mia insincerely. Georgia now felt very smug with herself, even if she was already covered in apricot ice cream. Steve, vaguely sensing that Mia was ganging up on Georgia, began to pipe up. "Hey why don't I chose the flavours? I'll obviously be impartial, if it's going to stop any accusations of cheating." "I'm okay with that," blurted out Georgia, before Mia could complain. Unable to see Mia's pained expression telling her to object, Bella simpered, "Erm alright," all rather confused.

Steve scooped up another flavour and handed the spoon to Mia. A few seconds later and Bella was no longer feeling so confident as before. Chewing it over in her mouth, she guessed, "Erm, is this mango?" Mia sighed. "No Bella, I'm afraid not. It's watermelon. Steve, show her no mercy." The blonde emptied the ice cream all over poor Bella. He aimed primarily for her hair but ensured to cover her shoulders and her pristine back. His aim had been far more careful than with Georgia, so much so that poor Bella was almost indistinguishable already. Steve then scooped up another flavour and once more gave it to Mia. This time, Georgia's flavour was in comparison, quite straight forward. "Mint for sure," she exclaimed, much to Mia's annoyance. Mia began to wonder whether Steve was being impartial after all. Soon enough, it was Bella's turn once again. "Oh, this is easy, its toffee," she exclaimed. Mia couldn't believe it. It quite clearly was butterscotch; how did Bella not know? Did she never have ice cream? Excited, Steve emptied the ice cream over Bella, making sure this time to completely cover her exposed breasts.

To Mia's complete and utter dismay, Georgia also got her next answer, coconut, correct. One more wrong answer and Bella will have lost. Mia couldn't afford for this to happen. She would never be able to trick Georgia into getting gunged again today after this. Mia didn't want to fall at the first hurdle. She desperately wanted to gunge Ava later this evening. Bella better not mess this all up.

Fortunately, her next flavour was quite obviously coffee. Mia slowly slid the spoon into her friend's willing mouth. Bella took a moment to savour the flavour before announcing. "I'm not one hundred percent sure," she began, as Mia sighed under her breath, "But this must be coffee." "Correct," announced Mia, incredibly relieved. "I'm afraid not," butted in Steve, much to Mia's dismay. She glanced over at him confused. "Girls, its cappuccino, not coffee. There's a subtle difference." Before Mia could complain that Steve was being unbelievably picky, he emptied the ice cream over the shrieking Bella's head and declared Georgia the winner. Ice cream dribbled down off her chin and onto her ample chest. Bella held her head in her hands, for Mia would now surely hate her forever.

Indeed, Mia was devastated. Georgia had only been covered by one tub of ice cream. Surely, she wasn't messy enough for Ava's particularly high standards. She would have to tip a tub of ice cream over Georgia unawares. Georgia meanwhile, ripped off her blindfold and jumped up out of her seat in complete and utter joy. She couldn't believe that she had won. She was sure that Mia had been trying to set her up. Steve ripped the blindfold off Bella and emptied the strawberry ice cream over the pretty blonde. Still sitting down, Bella was helpless to defend herself from Georgia who swiftly followed up with the tub of chocolate ice cream that she gleefully threw down Bella's front. Pissed off, Mia grumpily emptied the blueberry ice cream over Bella's head in a rage. Bella whispered, "Sorry," to Mia and tried to divert her attention to the actual tub of coffee ice cream that was still sitting pretty in the freezer. Mia gave Bella the thumbs up and slyly slunk off to claim the forgotten tub for her own. As Georgia began to pour the mint choc chip ice cream over Bella's hair, Mia tiptoed up behind her. Mia raised the tub over the unsuspecting blonde's head and was just about to obliterate her when Steve snatched it off her and emptied it over the petulant brunette's hair instead. Georgia darted out of the way and chortled as Steve made Mia sit down on the other chair. Georgia then threw the vanilla ice cream over Mia's face as Steve went to fetch the chocolate and raspberry sauce.

Steve handed the chocolate sauce to Georgia and began to squirt the raspberry all over Bella. Georgia gave Mia the same treatment with the chocolate sauce, and as she wiped it over Mia's face, she whispered, "Serves you right you little minx!"

Steve meanwhile placed the rum raisin tub on Bella's lap and motioned for her to stand up. Finally, Bella could prove her worth and save the day. But instead of pouring it over Georgia, Bella simply emptied it over Mia as Georgia opened up the front of her skirt and squirted raspberry sauce all over her crotch. Georgia then propped open the top of Mia's tube top thanks to a number of well positioned chocolate flakes, before Bella poured pistachio ice cream down over her breasts. Steve meanwhile, handed Georgia the hundreds and thousands, before heading back into the van. As Georgia proceeded to empty the sprinkles over her vanquished friend, Steve snuck up behind Mia and emptied the entire compartment of blueberry smoothie over the screaming brunette. As the smoothie continued to pour down over the sticky teenager, Steve spoke up. "I've been thinking. I saw Georgia running in the park just before I went off with Bella. There's no way she was inside the van long enough to have the ice cream as melted as it was when I returned. It had to be you Mia who destroyed my stock. Take this as my revenge." He then slammed a chocolate cheesecake into her face and rubbed it up and down over her cheeks.

Bella took out her phone and began to take a few photos of Georgia and Mia in her very sorry state. Bella ensured to take a few close ups of Georgia to make it look like she was far messier than she actually was. Hopefully, they could fool Ava into thinking that Georgia had in fact been destroyed. As Bella was taking her final close up, Georgia began to brag, "Hey girls, don't forget the losers have to be chucked in the lake. That includes you too Mia!"

Steve then hired out a boat and rode the three sticky girls out into the middle of the lake. Steve grabbed Mia by the arms as Georgia took her by the legs. Together, they swung her back and forth three times before throwing her down into the bottom of the lake. Landing with a large splash, Mia spluttered as she remerged. Weeds entangled in her long chestnut hair and sludge streaming down her face, Mia spluttered, "Georgia, could you give me a hand," before protruding out her hand towards the blonde. "No, I'm not falling for that, I'm afraid," laughed Georgia, "You're going to pull me in." "No, I'm not, what do you take me for?" Lied Mia. Georgia was about to take a step away from the edge of the boat when Bella, sensing her chance, took hold of Georgia around the waist and jumped off into the lake, pulling the blonde teenager in along with her. Once in the water, Bella splashed Mia a few times before dunking her head under the water. Georgia scowled as Steve thoughtfully helped her back into the boat. Bella meanwhile, laughing uncontrollably as she clung onto Mia so tightly that the brunette's face became trapped against her friend's bosom, playfully began to slap Mia's rear continuously like a drum. After Steve helped Bella back aboard, Georgia jokily insisted that Mia be made to swim ashore. Keen to make up with her friend, Mia blew Georgia a raspberry and turned on her back so that she could slowly scull back to the water's edge, thus giving her precious time alone to dream up her next move.

Once back on dry land, Bella took a few photos of Georgia and Mia soaking wet and forwarded them, along with her earlier pictures, onto Ava. "Hey, Bella, do you fancy going out for lunch tomorrow?" Steve asked as he handed her a towel. "I sure do," she giggled in return. Mia waited a moment, expecting to be handed a towel in return, only to find that Georgia had taken the final one. Steve meanwhile kissed Bella on the lips and gave her his number, much to her delight. Georgia hugged Mia goodbye, making sure to tell her that she forgave her for whatever trick she was trying to play, before heading back to her own car to go home and have a warm shower.

Still dripping wet, Mia headed back to Bella's Hyundai. Bella's top and skirt, which both having mysteriously gone missing, suddenly reappeared and Mia, grinning, gave them back to her friend. Thanking her, Bella replied, "Just wait here a minute whilst I go and change into some clean underwear in the toilets, I hope you don't mind that you wait outside until you dry off first." Two minutes later, Bella returned. "You can go and get changed too now if you like," she announced. Mia suddenly sighed in shock. "Bella, you didn't happen to pack me any spare clothes, did you?" "Err, no. Didn't you?" Asked Bella in reply. "I completely forgot," Mia admitted, thoroughly ashamed. "Well, you're not sitting in my car with those mucky clothes on, you'll need to strip to your underwear first," Bella demanded. Mia looked around her, a few dog walkers were about but nobody else. She contemplated refusing to do so, but she admitted that Bella had a point. If it was her car, she wouldn't want Bella wiping ice cream all over it. Defeated, Mia tore off her tube top from her chest and eased down her skirt. "Mia, don't worry, you can keep your underwear on," Bella joked. "Now Ava told me that we aren't allowed back to the house, so wherever we go next, you'll going to have to put these back on. Hopefully they won't smell so bad in ten minutes or so, because you are rank!"

Fed up, Mia clambered into the front passenger seat of Bella's car. Her bra and panties were soaked through and were beginning to chafe. She turned to Bella and exclaimed, "Thanks for being prepared to get messy too Bella, I really appreciate it." "No worries, without you, I wouldn't have met Steve. Isn't he ever so handsome?" Bella giggled. Just then, Bella's phone began to vibrate. Bella greedily rushed to it, excitedly hoping that it was Steve. But to her disappointment, it was Ava. Nervously wanting to know whether their subterfuge had succeeded, Mia listened intently as Bella read the message out aloud. "Hello sexy, Georgia was perhaps not as messy as I was expecting, but the photos of poor Mia more than make up for it, so I'll let you both off. I can't imagine what you've got up to so far, it looks such great fun. Anyhow, now for your next victim. This young lady recently tricked one of her friends into getting gunged in the nude in front of a group of boys. Even by my low standards that is simply not acceptable, you must never do that to a girl, especially not your best friend. So, I want you to trick our next victim into being gunged in molasses in public wearing nothing but her underwear. Just deserts don't you think? Now Mia, you do not know your next victim, but Bella does. Rather intimately too, if rumours are to be believed. Girls, your next victim is Taylor."

Bella giggled as she read the last couple of sentences out. Enlightened, Mia looked at her incredulously. "Oh, we may have had a quick snog in the shower when we were drunk once," blushed Bella, sensing that Mia didn't believe her. "Oh, okay then, I sucked her nipple too as well," she added. "Whoa too much information," Mia gasped, rather taken aback. "We were experimenting," Bella giggled, defending herself. "Righty then," chortled Mia. Continuing, she added, "Now, I've never met Taylor, though I've seen clips of her on YouTube. So, I'm afraid you're going to have to have a good old think about where she might be. Ava must know, so it can't be too hard. Any ideas?" Bella quickly checked her phone. "Got you!" She exclaimed. "Her friend Yasmin is on Twitter boasting about how she and Taylor are going clothes shopping this afternoon. Which is convenient for you, perhaps you could buy some new clothes too!" Mia shook her head in despair. Bella continued, "Taylor comes from a wealthier family than Yasmin, I bet she's buying Yasmin a few clothes to say sorry for gunging her naked in front of some boys that they know." "Hey, that sounds terrible, do you know what happened?" Mia asked, both agitated and disturbed. Bella sighed. "No, not really, but Ava's ex Alexandra was there, so maybe she could tell you what actually happened. Though then again, perhaps not, she full on hates you, doesn't she?"

Bella turned the ignition and began to drive into town. Mia tried to cover herself up as she saw a few drivers stare at her as they drove carelessly past. "Any ideas about which store they'll be in?" Asked Mia. "Knowing Yasmin, they'll probably go to Blythe & Reeds, you know the posh independent store on the High Street that Yasmin normally can't afford anything from. You know, the place Ava used to work. Have you ever been there before?" Mia had. It was where she had been first properly introduced to Ava before being tricked by Pauline, the Store manager, and Carly, a shop girl, into being gunged. She had vowed never to go back there, but now, she felt like she had no other choice.

Bella had known about this, why couldn't she put two and two together? She seemed completely oblivious at Mia's unease at returning to the scene of her humiliation. Instead, Bella continued to heedlessly chuckle out loud. "Gosh it's going to be so much fun sliming Taylor, she totally deserves it. I mean she's ever so pretty, it's just not fair." Though Mia had never met Taylor, she had to agree. Though the YouTube clips couldn't do her justice, Mia could tell that she was stunningly attractive. Even Ava admitted that after Mia, she was easily the most beautiful women that she knew. But Mia knew that Ava was just being kind, Taylor was far more attractive than she could ever be. Mia smiled, she was going to enjoy gunging Taylor too after all.

As Bella pulled into the town centre car park, Mia wrapped her arms across her chest. Waiting until the coast was clear, she hoped out the Hyundai and swiftly slipped on her knife pleated mini skirt and threw on her sodden tube top. An old man returning with his newspaper appeared to slow his pace in order to see her get changed, but nobody else. Bella checked her phone again. Yasmin had just tweeted about entering Blythe and Reed's. "See this tracking people down game is easy," Bella exclaimed. Sure enough, Bella spied Taylor through the shop window and Mia, pretending not to stare had to agree that the eighteen-year-old brunette was truly exquisite. Like both Mia and Bella, at five-foot-one, she was also fairly quite short. Taylor, whose long brown hair flowed serenely to her waist, was wearing a seductive light red, scoop neckline, sleeveless, chiffon summer dress that emphasised her firm, pert breasts. To go with her beauty, she had impeccable fashion sense. Standing beside her, also eighteen, though a good two inches taller, was Yasmin, whose beauty only paled in significance to her friend's. Mia had to admit, Yasmin was incredibly pretty, though in a cute, meek, innocent kind of way. Her pale blonde hair reached down almost as far as Taylor's. Nevertheless, pleasingly for Mia, who couldn't fail but notice, Yasmin, like herself, possessed fairly small, flat, unassuming, youthful chest.

Mia turned to Bella. "Any ideas about where we can get some molasses from?" "I think so," Bella replied, "But I don't want to reveal my hand too early in case Taylor catches me out. Do you trust me?" Mia, frankly did not, but felt compelled to agree. "Of course, Bella, one hundred percent," she purred. "Now how about you introduce me to the pair. Perhaps you could invite them out for a tea or coffee once they're done. But please, remember, we need to butter Taylor up and be nice to her. We need to lull her into a false sense of security so that we can trick her into being gunged later on. So, can you put whatever happened between the pair of you in the shower behind you and not act all funny around her. Agreed?"

As Mia slipped into the store she hid her face, not wanting to be noticed by anyone. She couldn't see Pauline anywhere, but Carly was conspicuously busy on the tills. Desperately, Mia tried to avoid making eye contact as she tiptoed past her tormentor of old. Bella saw Yasmin choose some lingerie before following Taylor and disappearing into the changing rooms. "Quick chose some clothes and lingerie and we can follow them in there," Bella asserted. "But everything's really expensive," moaned Mia in return. "Fine, I'll chose," Bella retorted. Ten seconds later, Bella picked up a salmon pink, strapless, sweetheart skater dress, with a very short skirt, and held it up against Mia's chest. "This will be cheap enough," she quipped, having not bothered to check the tag. "How can you be so sure?" Asked Mia disbelieving. "Didn't you notice?" Bella boomed in response. "Yasmin's wearing the exact same dress, but in light green. If Yasmin can afford it, so can you!"

Turning the tables from earlier, Bella continued to boss Mia around. "Now you won't need a bra with this dress, but we need to pretend you're shopping for one." Without warning, Bella squeezed both of Mia's breasts. Keeping her hands against Mia's chest, she announced, "Your boobs are just as I thought, they're pretty small after all. Now come on." A lady in her fifties gave Mia a disapproving as Bella finally let go of her breasts, before plucking up a matching bra and panties from off the shelf. Mia trailed closely behind her friend, hoping that Carly was still blissfully unaware of her return.

As Bella entered the changing rooms, she began to carefully listen out for the voices of her friends. A few seconds later, Yasmin huskily wailed, "No I can't do that, it's so unhygienic." "But no one will know, its fine, I do it all the time," Taylor caustically boasted in reply. Sensing her chance, Bella beamed aloud, "Taylor, is that you?" Through the curtain, Taylor replied, "Bella, it's been too long, we're in here, do come in." "Wait, what? Hang on a second" pleaded Yasmin, but it was too late. Her dress hung up on a hanger, Yasmin was wearing nothing but her knickers as Bella and Mia strode through the curtain. "Yasmin swiftly tried to cover her breasts, but Taylor cruelly swotted her arms away. Bella was momentarily taken aback at walking in on a second nude friend on the very same morning. Remembering herself, she tore her eyes away from Yasmin and turned to Taylor. "Taylor, this is my friend Mia, Ava's partner. Like Yasmin, she's here to buy a new bra." Taylor looked judgingly over at Mia. She noticed that Mia was unashamedly staring at Yasmin's uncovered breasts. "Pleased to meet you Mia, I've heard so much about you," gushed the brunette. Taylor judgingly, noticed that Mia was clutching the exact same dress as what Yasmin had been wearing moments before. Snobbishly, her attention turned to what Mia was already wearing. Observing Taylor's incredulous stare, Mia spoke up in her defence, "Oh I had an unfortunate accident earlier; I need to buy a new dress too."

Mia could sense that a chilling tension remained between Taylor and Bella, clearly issues arising from whatever happened in the shower had yet to be resolved. Taylor, in particular, was acting fairly coldly towards the blonde. Yasmin meanwhile, was still standing awkwardly beside the others, feeling the chill of the cool air conditioning and bashfully regretting being rather under dressed. Suddenly realising, Taylor grasped Yasmin by the shoulders, instantly drawing Bella and Mia's attention to her trembling bare chest. Beginning her introduction, Taylor announced, "Mia, this is my best buddy Yasmin. We both went to the same school as Ava, though we were a few years below. We were just arguing over whether she should try on a pair of knickers along with her bra." Finally plucking up the courage to speak, the pretty blonde turned to Mia and began, "I think that's disgusting, what happens if I don't buy it? I wouldn't like to wear panties that somebody else has already tried on. Wouldn't you?"

But Taylor wasn't to be beaten. "Ah, but no one will ever know if we put everything back properly. If we don't damage the packaging we'll be fine. Plus, that's what panty liners are for. Wear one with the knickers and you won't be at risk of any accidental discharge. What do you think Mia?" Mia winced at the shameless, coarse nature of Taylor's pitifully weak argument. She glanced over at Yasmin. Her slight stature made her look young for her age. Almost completely naked, her svelte, pale, nubile body truly accentuated how pretty she truly was. Taylor had clearly already tricked her into getting nude once before, and it seemed like she was half way towards succeeding once again.

Mia, deciding to flatter Taylor, agreed. "Oh yes, there's no harm in doing it, as long as you wear a panty liner it's perfectly normal. I do it all the time." Bella was about to object, but Mia elbowed her in the ribs. "Erm, okay," Yasmin began, expecting the others to give her the privacy to get changed. But nobody moved. "Come on Yasmin, don't be shy, off with your knickers," teased Taylor. "It's not like I haven't already seen you in the nude!" Somewhat unsure, Yasmin began to peel down her underwear. Yasmin noticed Mia check her out and stare at her crotch. Bella meanwhile was staring intently at Taylor, until Mia jabbed her in the ribs once more, to get her to stop freaking their target out. Poor Yasmin was afforded no such privacy however and the girls continued to chatter as she turned around, exposing her taut backside as she hung her panties up on a peg on the wall.

As Yasmin turned back around she covered her crotch with her left hand. "Hand me the knickers then!" The teenager exclaimed when no panties were forthcoming. But Taylor seemed determined to prolong her torment. "In a minute Yasmin. Why don't we play a quick game first?" She suggested. Yasmin sighed, unwilling to stand up to her more forceful friend. Mia thought to herself that Yasmin would be better off not hanging around with her prissy, vicious, shrew like friend. Mia had only just met her, but already she had taken a dislike to Taylor. Yet, Bella had always claimed that Taylor was ever so warm and generous towards her, so perhaps Mia shouldn't pass judgement on the brunette too soon.

Taylor stuffed the knickers into a carrier bag, from which she proceeded to take out a coconut cream pie and a large carton of custard. "Oh no," squealed Yasmin. "So that's what you were carrying!" "Why don't we play the lighter game?" Suggested Taylor. "All Yasmin has to do is light the lighter five times in a row. If she succeeds, she can pie and slime the girl of her choice. But if she fails, she can have all the mess to herself."

Mia was slightly uneasy, this sounded rather quite simple. But Bella wasn't too worried. She knew Yasmin didn't smoke, she'd never seen her use a lighter either. Surely Taylor would never suggest the game if she thought Yasmin could possibly win? Tentatively, Yasmin agreed and took the lighter from Taylor's tight grasp. With all three pairs of eyes intently watching her, she took hold of the switch and lit the lighter. Yasmin reeled back in shock, almost disbelieving at having succeeded in lighting the fuse. Taylor simply laughed at her friend's utter astonishment. Yasmin took in a deep breath and tried again. Once more, the lighter switched back on. Taylor frowned, her supreme confidence draining from her face. Yasmin, in response, simply giggled. Yasmin flexed her knuckles and tried for a third time. But this time however, almost dropping the lighter, she dismally failed in her attempt. Before she could even put the lighter down, Taylor slammed the coconut cream pie into her ill prepared, pretty little face. Yasmin squealed as the cream exploded over her cheeks and shot up her nose. She even swallowed a large clump of pastry. Taylor then deposited whatever was left of the pie on Yasmin's sandy hair and began to pour the carton of custard down all over her.

Custard began to run down over her breasts, thighs and stomach and onto the floor. Seeing the mess, Bella swiftly left to try to borrow a towel off the shop staff, without having to tell them what it was for. To Mia's great relief, Yasmin actually appeared to be enjoying the experience of being gunged. "Hey, I've seen you on the TV, haven't I?" she asked Mia. "You've been gunged before, too right?" Mia nodded. Yasmin then glanced over at the dress that Mia had placed safely behind her. "Hey, aren't you going to try your dress and lingerie on too? Taylor's got some spare panty liners if you want to take your knickers off."

Mia smiled. Clearly, she had underestimated the sweet natured girl. Yasmin had tricked her, there was no way out of it, she would have to strip nude. Taylor, likewise, realised the consequences of Yasmin's words and patted her congratulatory, on the small of her back. Mia quickly slipped off her top and miniskirt and hung them on the wall. Yasmin, waiting for Bella to return with a towel, still stood in front of her, fully in the nude. Mia sighed, unhooked her bra and let her knickers fall to the floor. But just as she was about to remove the lingerie from its packaging, Yasmin placed her arm across her shoulders. Turning to Taylor, she began, "Hey do you have any more cartons of custard? I think Mia would also like to play the lighter game." "I do indeed," Taylor smirked in return.

It was now Mia's turn to try and hide her modesty with her hands. Taylor handed Mia the lighter and unpacked another carton of custard and a chocolate trifle from the same bag as before. Mia, nervously flicked the switch. Thankfully the lighter turned on. Breathing heavily, so that her bare breasts rose impressively above her chest, Mia flicked the switch once more. Again, a flame emerged. Pumped full of adrenaline, Mia flicked the switch on a third and a fourth time, before either Taylor or Yasmin had time to draw breath. Mia was now only one attempt away from winning. Taylor simply smirked at Yasmin, whilst trying to hide her own nerves from Mia. Mia took a moment to compose herself before flicking the lighter one final time. She held her breath as she watched her finger slide in slow motion over the switch and yelled out in delight when the lighter flicked on for the fifth and final time. Mia snatched the chocolate trifle from Taylor and slammed it, without a moment's hesitation, into poor Yasmin's face. "That will teach her for trying to outsmart me," Mia thought to herself. In her rebellious teenage years, Mia had briefly tried smoking. Though she had long since stopped, she wasn't unused to flicking lighters on. Yasmin, not knowing her well enough, had clearly not thought this through. Perhaps she thought Mia might pie Taylor instead. Yet it was poor Yasmin who had melted chocolate dripping down off her nose. Mia delighted in twisting the trifle over Yasmin's forehead, cheeks and chin, before grabbing whatever was left of the base and slamming it against her shivering chest. She then took the custard from Taylor who was shaking in uncontrollable laughter and began to pour it over Yasmin's youthful breasts. Mia then made Yasmin turn around and she poured whatever was left of the custard over Yasmin's cute behind. To finish off, Mia made sure to rub the custard in over her bare cheeks, tracing the shape of her derriere with her fingers as she dug her nails into Yasmin's pale skin.

At that very moment, Bella returned carrying a few towels under her arm. Taken aback, she looked over at Mia in astonishment, as the brunette intently fondled Yasmin's backside. But Mia shot a look back at her, whilst briefly glancing over at Taylor as if to say, "Well apparently you've done worse." Taylor likewise shot Bella an incredulous look asking, "Just what have you told her?" In return, Bella simply blushed. "Hey, why don't we all go for a tea or coffee when everyone's dressed, don't you think?" Bella added, keen for her moment of embarrassment to pass by.

With Yasmin and Mia clean and fully dressed, wearing identical, though differently coloured outfits, the girls paid up on the till, with Carly giving Mia filthy, shrewish looks the entire time. "Don't worry Mia, Carly doesn't like us either," Taylor confided in her afterwards. "We have a rather messy history with her and I guess you do too, am I right?" Mia simply nodded and they made their way to the coffee shop across the street. As they walked over the pedestrian walkway, Bella, busy texting, marched straight into the back of Mia causing the brunette to fall over headfirst into a bush. With her bedraggled hair caught in a branch, Mia failed to notice that her skirt had ridden up, exposing her knickers to the entire street. Keen for revenge, Yasmin swiftly slapped her on the bum, digging her nails into Mia's backside as an act of retribution. As Yasmin helped her out the bush, she ensured that Mia's knickers stayed exposed for as long as possible before the brunette realised and patted her skirt back down to her thighs.

As soon as they sat down at the caftable, Yasmin who had been there many times before, ordered everyone a plateful of scones. A few minutes later, when the cream and jam arrived, Yasmin picked a scone up and broke it apart. "Hey how about I gain a little revenge?" She wailed. Teasingly, she began to wave it in front of Taylor's beautiful, yet unimpressed, dainty face. But Taylor was too quick for her and stole it from her grasp. As quick as a flash, Taylor slammed the jam and cream enthused scone into Yasmin's unsuspecting cheeks and then, before she could retaliate, picked up the other half of the scone and slammed it on top of her silky, wavy hair. "Don't think you can outwit me love," she crowed in triumph as Yasmin pursed her lip in despair.

Mia had to suppress a giggle as Yasmin wiped the cream from off her nose. "Nevertheless, I agree with Yasmin," she began. "Why don't we play a game of truth or dare?" Bella nodded in delight. Taylor interested where this might lead, agreed to play along. "Sounds great, Bella you can go first," the brunette replied. "Oh, I've got one," chirped in Yasmin. "Bella, what part of Taylor did you suck in the shower?" Mia spat out her tea in astonishment at Yasmin's forwardness. Bella giggled, "Her breasts of course," much to Taylor's annoyance.

Bella continued. "Mia, your turn. Truth or dare? What were you doing when I first met you this morning?" "What's the dare?" Mia replied. Bella, thinking that Mia might agree to share her compromising experience, clearly hadn't thought this through. Pausing to think for a second, Bella eventually replied, "Alright then. Your dare is to wipe strawberry jam all over Yasmin's chest." "Dare it is then!" Mia laughed. "How's that fair?" wailed Yasmin as Mia looked around her to make sure that no one else was looking before Taylor opened up the front of Yasmin's dress. Like Mia, Yasmin wasn't wearing a bra. Enjoying herself, Mia began to wipe the strawberry jam over Yasmin's bare breasts, taking care to trace her fingers around her nipples. Smiling, Mia simply patted down Yasmin's' top seconds before a waitress walked past their table.

"Your turn Yasmin," began Taylor. "Truth or dare? What happened to you when we left you behind at the chocolate factory?" "Erm, I had sex with Jack in the gunge tank," Yasmin blurted out without pausing to think. By now, Yasmin's cheeks were flush with embarrassment as she felt the jam ooze down her dress. But she was determined not to be beaten. Turning to her friend she asked, "Taylor, truth or dare, if you could cheat on Oli with anyone, who would it be?" "Oh, you my love," Taylor giggled, before leaning over and snogging Yasmin fully on the lips. As she did so, she picked up a clump of clotted cream and wiped it over Yasmin's youthful breasts, which by now were bursting out of the top of her dress. "No, in all seriousness, who would it be?" Yasmin demanded, when Taylor finally let her go, feeling the cream run down over her stomach as she sat back in her chair. "Erm, what's the dare?" Asked Taylor nervously. "How about the next time you get gunged, you have to do it in your underwear?" Suggested Bella, before Yasmin could reply. Taylor thought for a second before answering, "Alright then, dare it is. I suppose it's inevitable that I'll be gunged again someday, but the dare's void if you tell anyone else about it. Agreed?"

"Second round," began Mia. "Bella, truth or dare, have you ever pied Yasmin?" "No, but I have done this," Bella quickly shot back. The blonde teenager Bella swiftly picked up the pot of jam and emptied it over poor Yasmin's unsuspecting head. Yasmin couldn't believe it. They were all ganging up on her, and she had never even met Mia before. Just what had she done to deserve this? Bella began to massage the jam into Yasmin's sleek sandy hair despite the funny looks from a waitress. As she continued to wipe the jam all over Yasmin, Bella turned to Mia, asking, "Truth or dare? Now before I ask you for your truth, I must warn you about your dare. You must answer 'Yes' to the next three questions that anybody, other than we three, choose to ask you. But of course, if we tell anyone else about this, the dare is void. Agreed?" Mia nodded, slowly realising what Bella was doing. Bella continued, "Mia, name someone you have role played as whilst having sex." Mia blushed. "Oh, erm I pretended to be Jessica Rabbit once or twice with Ava." It was Taylor's turn to spit her tea out in astonishment, though unfortunately for Yasmin, all over her friend. As the poor teenager wiped the tea from her cheeks, Taylor turned towards her and began, "Yasmin, your turn. Now your dare is to cry out as if having an orgasm. Right, so what's the worst thing you've spied on your sister doing?" Yasmin was horrified. She wasn't going to reveal her sister's deepest, darkest secrets. "I'm not answering that!" She wailed. "Then screech away!" Chortled Taylor. Yasmin sighed and shyly let out a loud yell that caused the entire cafto turn towards her.

Once she had regained her composure, Yasmin began to um and err. "Guys, I can't think of any more dares," she admitted. "How about you use the one meant for Mia about having to reply 'Yes' the next three times she is asked a question?" Suggested Bella. "Alright, good idea," Yasmin replied. Taylor, truth or dare? Have you ever fantasised about a teacher?" Taylor knew what Yasmin was suggesting. She'd been extremely attached to her PE teacher Miss Lucey whilst at school. She'd once even admitted to Yasmin about having feelings for her. It was just a silly, passing crush, but Yasmin had never let her forget it. But Bella and Mia surely knew nothing about this. She couldn't lie, for otherwise Yasmin would probably tell them about it anyway and in much greater detail than Taylor had in mind. "Dare then, I guess," gulped Taylor as Bella and Mia exchanged funny looks to one another. Taylor drew a sharp intake of breath. Whatever had she let herself in for?

"Right, next round," Mia began. "Bella, truth or dare? What were you doing with Steve in the bushes this morning?" "Oh, we had a quick shag," the blonde boasted in delight. "Bella!" Taylor gasped, rather taken by surprise. "Who's Steve?" asked Yasmin, thoroughly confused. Just then, Claire, a mutual friend of Bella and Taylor's, spotted them through the cafwindow. Aged, twenty-two with sleek ginger hair and stylish, slender glasses, Claire was a childhood friend of Ava's sister Sophie. Taylor and Bella had first met her at Sophie's Hen do, where Taylor and Claire had gotten gunged as punishment for trying to gang up on Emily, the snotty, stuck up, maid of honour. Poor Claire had taken the brunt of the blame for their sins and hadn't fully forgiven Taylor ever since. Nevertheless, they remained in fairly friendly terms whenever they ran into each other.

Claire came dashing through the front door. "Goodness. Bella, Taylor, fancy seeing you two here. I'm just on a break from work myself, I was about to grab a coffee." "Hey why don't you sit down with us? Grab a chair," Bella insisted. Continuing, Bella introduced her to the others. "This is my dear friend Mia and this pretty little thing is Yasmin. As you can see, she's just had an unfortunate little accident with a pot of jam." Claire looked over at Yasmin apologetically, before beginning to snigger unashamedly at her expense.

"How are you?" Taylor asked. "I've not seen you in ages." "No not since you decided to take a dip in a bathtub of clay, if I remember correctly," Claire replied. Mia looked over at Bella confused, but her friend told her to hush. Uninterrupted, Claire continued, "I'm good thanks, though a little nervous to be honest. The model my boss has hired, hasn't turned up. Summer, I think her name was." "Hey, isn't that your sister's friend? Isn't she a model?" Taylor asked Yasmin speaking over the top of Claire as she tried to carry on with her story. Yasmin sighed. "Most probably, she's a bit unreliable, always late to everything, just like my sister." Claire finally was allowed to continue. "So, look, we're desperately in need of a model. My boss says that if I can't find anybody else, then I'll have to do it, but I'd rather not." "Why ever not?" Asked Mia, confused. Most girls she knew dreamed of becoming a model. "Well, you know, I don't like being stared at and objectified. I'm not good with crowds," Claire replied. Pausing for breath she continued, "Hey Taylor, you know what, you're the prettiest girl I know. Would you like to model for us instead?" Bella looked over at Taylor. "Erm, yes. Why not?" "Claire's eyes lit up. "Great! Thanks Taylor. You're a star. Right, girls come follow me."

Claire took Taylor by the hand and hurriedly led her out the cafe. Mia quickly paid up the bill and the others followed swiftly behind. Her heart beating, Claire led Taylor straight to the cosmetics store where she worked. "Hey Jackie, I've found a volunteer to be our model," she shouted. "Ah lovely, have you really? To be honest I didn't think you would," a blonde woman in her mid-forties, around five-foot-six, replied. Turning to Taylor she continued, "Wow, you're really pretty, what's your name dear?" "Hi, I'm Taylor," the brunette replied, slightly overawed. "Cool, well you'll do ever so nicely. In fact, I reckon you're prettier than that useless model we hired in the first place. Thanks for helping us out at such short notice. Claire here, was being ever so uncooperative about it all." Taylor smiled and glanced over at her redheaded friend who simply frowned in annoyance and shame.

"Wow this is ever so exciting," began Taylor, "So just what is it that you would like me to do?" "Well, I don't know if you are aware, but our store is taking part in a protest against the destruction of Canadian forests. You see, wicked multinationals want to extract the oil from the tar sands hidden beneath the trees," explained Jackie with a great deal of passion. "Oh okay, I think I know what you mean, what would you like me to wear?" Replied Taylor, still slightly confused. "Well, ideally very little, we want people to stop in the street and listen to our protest see," Jackie continued. Taylor looked round at Bella, who shook her head as if to say, "No backing out now girl." Jackie, meanwhile, continued with Taylor's task. "So, what we need you to do is to stand outside, just in front of the shop, whilst I gather a crowd around you with my megaphone. Then once the press has arrived, Claire here will empty a few buckets of molasses all over you." "Wait, what?" Taylor spluttered. Yasmin fell about laughing. Turning to her friend she began. "Oh, dear me Taylor, it looks like you're going to get gunged, you know what that means don't you? It's time to strip down to your underwear. I hope you're wearing a sexy little pair."

Mia glanced over at Bella impressed. She had underestimated her friend. She would never have thought Bella capable of setting up such a complicated sting, but she had managed it, almost all by herself. Claire then came up to Bella and whispered, "Thanks for the tip off. I've been waiting to gain my revenge for ever such a long time. It would have been me otherwise, so cheers for texting me earlier."

Taking her misfortune remarkably well, Taylor stripped down to her underwear, revealing a pair of dark red silk lingerie. To her great relief, only women occupied the shop floor. But then a man walking past outside, briefly paused as he saw Taylor strip off all her clothes. He beckoned his mate over to the shop window and they both began to stare. Taylor took her embarrassment on the chin. She'd been ever so cruel to Yasmin earlier, she was surely getting what she truly deserved. Bella took out her phone and began recording the event. Jackie then noticed that the first of the press had arrived as planned and bade Taylor to follow her out onto the street. Shouting down her megaphone, she announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the beautiful Taylor." Mia noticed two more journalists arrive and spotted a young teen shamelessly begin to film Taylor on his phone.

Continuing, Jackie announced, "Taylor is here today to highlight our government's wicked funding of the destruction of Canadian forestry, in order to extract oil from the tar sands underneath. It is our belief that all products containing tar sands should therefore be banned and I'd like you all to join in our protest. Sign the petition and spread the word, the destruction of the Canadian forestry must be stopped! Now to highlight our plight, Claire here will pour molasses over the delightful Taylor."

Claire gloated as she began to empty a large bucket of molasses over Taylor's pristine chestnut hair. The syrup flowed down her hair and over her face, the thick viscid liquid blinding her as it ran down over her eyes. The molasses kept flowing and flowing. It swamped down her chest and seeped into her bra. Her breasts were completely submerged in syrup as the molasses continued to flow down her stomach and seep into her knickers. Just as the molasses began to trickle to a stop, Claire began to empty a second bucket over Taylor's beautiful head. Claire ensured that every inch of her hair was covered before aiming the bucket squarely at her chest. To Taylor's horror, a third bucket swiftly followed and moments later not an inch of her young nubile body was left uncovered.

Mia watched as the crowd flocked to sign the petition. At least Taylor's humiliation was having a positive impact after all. Mia almost felt sorry for the girl, but then she remembered how she had behaved towards Yasmin, her supposed best friend, all afternoon. Taylor could be really quite nasty and fully deserved everything that was happening to her for sure.

Just as Taylor thought it was all over, Claire surprised her by emptying a barrel of flour all over her. "What's this got to do with tar sands?" Taylor asked sarcastically. "Oh nothing," Claire laughed in return. The flour spilled out all over the brunette and stuck to every inch of her previously milk white skin. The flour soon disappeared down the back of her knickers, which were now beginning to chafe. But Taylor dared not try to scratch, in case she revealed more than she might intend. Mia meanwhile, borrowed Bella's car keys and beckoned Yasmin over towards her. "Hey, I'd like to apologise for my behaviour towards you earlier. I'm afraid you were just a pawn in a longer con. Please, let's be friends. Do you forgive me?" Yasmin was normally such a sweet natured girl. Mia had helped reignite a passion for mischief that Yasmin now yearned to explore. "Sure, of course I forgive you, I'll gladly be your friend. Taylor deserved being taken down a peg or two." Yasmin promised in return. "Great, now follow me," Mia replied before beckoning Yasmin over to Bella's Hyundai.

Returning two minutes later, Yasmin, carrying a custard pie, delighted in slamming it into Taylor's unsuspecting viscid face. Mia swiftly following close behind, smashed a second pie on top of her hair before Yasmin returned with a third pie to the chest. As Yasmin rubbed the cream into Taylor's cleavage, Jackie turned to Claire to say, "Where on earth did you find these girls? They'd better not ruin the protest!" If anything, their antics actually drew a larger crowd. Unfortunately for Taylor, Mia had also been able to carry a bucket of slime with her from the car. Gleefully, she emptied its contents of thick yellow gunge all over the teenager's rather sorry looking, sticky and tangled hair.

Entrusting her phone to Claire, Bella also made the quick dash back to her car. Returning with two buckets of slime she handed one to Yasmin who poured the thick dark blue gunge over Taylor's chest. Bella then chose to pour her bucket of red slime over Taylor's face and shoulders, before Mia slapped one final pie into the teenager's behind.

"Wow, if that's what's going to happen to Taylor after just saying yes the first time, I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next!" Yasmin chortled. "Would you guys like to hang around and find out?" "Sorry Yasmin, but we've got to fly," Bella added. "It's been lovely to catch up with you again." Mia smiled. "I agree, this afternoon couldn't have gone any better had we tried. Make sure Taylor gets home safely now won't you." "Don't worry, you can count on me," Yasmin began before Mia surprised her with a cream pie to the face of her own. Mia twisted the pie over and across Yasmin's cheeks, much to the laughing Taylor's delight. But her joy was short lived however, as Claire, having returned Bella's phone to its owner, emptied another bucket of flour over her glutinous skin.

Bella meanwhile, attached the video of Taylor's humiliation to an email, which she proceeded to send on to Ava. Standing back from the mess, Jackie was overjoyed. She more than had her hands full with joyful passers-by keen to sign the petition if it meant more humiliating gungings for pretty teenage girls. But just as the crowd was slowly beginning to disperse, the heavens opened and heavy rainfall began to pour down onto the street below. Remarkably quickly, the rain soon became a deluge. Everyone, with the exception of Taylor and Yasmin, dived back into the shop. "Hey, aren't you coming?" Asked Yasmin, keen to escape the rain having just promised not leave her side. "Oh in a minute, I need to wash the molasses out of my hair first," Taylor replied. Yasmin grumbled as she quickly became soaked to the skin. Her blonde hair became slicked to her forehead and the rain splashed down her open neckline and onto her exposed breasts underneath. Taylor meanwhile, was trying to wring syrup from out of her hair. "Hey, Yasmin, do you mind quickly fetching my dress, then we can get out of here?" She asked, pleadingly. Yasmin kindly agreed and banged on the front door for Claire to go fetch Taylor's dress for her. Poor Yasmin longed to get dry, but she was scared to leave Taylor out on her own. She was just wearing her underwear after all. Claire swiftly returned and opened the door. But instead of passing her the dress, she slammed a caramel cream pie into Yasmin's unsuspecting face. Claire laughed as she then passed the teenager the dress, in carrier bag, through the door. Yasmin giggled as the caramel slid down her face. "Oh would you like a rain mac? I've got a spare one that's about your size." Claire asked the blonde, keen to make amends. Yasmin nodded and Claire also passed it through the door.

Yasmin slipped the rain mac back into the bag and ran back towards Taylor. She tried passing the bag to Taylor, but her friend simply put it down on the ground. Instead, she held out her arms and hugged Yasmin close to her chest. "I'm sorry Yasmin, please forgive me," she whispered as she made sure to coat Yasmin's chest with excess treacle. Taylor recognised that she had behaved absolutely horrifically to her closest friend. She'd been mean spirited and a complete bitch towards her, as she had heaped humiliation upon humiliation upon the pretty blonde. It was true, Taylor had delighted in stripping Yasmin naked and gunging her repeatedly. But she had done so knowing full well that Yasmin secretly enjoyed the thrill of it all. To Mia and Bella, it may look like she was tormenting her, but in reality, Yasmin, submissive in temperament and character, encouraged Taylor to routinely do her worst. Taylor then wiped the treacle from her arms and rubbed it over Yasmin's caramel covered cheeks. Then she slowly moved her hand over Yasmin's behind and gave it a tender squeeze.

Yasmin stared into Taylor's eyes. "Of course, I forgive you! Today has been immense. We should do this more often. Except perhaps next time, why don't we strip you down naked instead?" She replied, teasingly. Looking over Yasmin's shoulder, Taylor noticed a group of young teenage boys perving at them as they embraced. "Hey, would you like to give our audience what they truly desire?" Taylor purred. "Hey, why not?" Joked Yasmin in return. Yasmin's thin dress was by now absolutely destroyed by the deluge of the rain. Completely transparent, her nipples peered out from underneath the delicate material. Taylor twirled Yasmin round so that she was facing the boys in the shop. She kissed Yasmin's neck and slipped her hand down the neckline of her dress. Taylor then grasped hold of Yasmin's right breast. Squeezing hard, she kissed Yasmin's shoulder and then her right cheek. Taylor then twirled Yasmin back around and slipped her right hand under the inside of Yasmin's dress. Taylor eased her hand inside Yasmin's knickers and rubbed her hand up and down Yasmin's behind. Yasmin replied by snogging Taylor passionately on the lips. She hooked her tongue over Taylor's and smiled bashfully into her friend's eyes. Taylor responded by digging her fingers deeper into Yasmin's knickers. Cheekily lifting the hemline of Yasmin's dress up with her left hand, she saucily slipped Yasmin's knickers ever so slightly down her legs, giving the watching boys a momentary glimpse of Yasmin's bare backside.

After ten seconds, Taylor decided that the boys had had enough. Blissfully ignorant of her predicament, Yasmin continued to passionately kiss her friend, as the brunette carefully tucked the hem of Yasmin's dress into the top of her lingerie. Yasmin then broke off her kiss and joked, "Wow, we should certainly do this more often too. Just don't tell Jack or Oli! I reckon the boys enjoyed that." "Oh, they certainly did," laughed Taylor before secretly winking at the boys through the window. Pointing to Yasmin's skirt she put her finger up to her lips and shushed. "Hey, would you like to wear the rain mac that Claire gave me?" Asked Yasmin, generously. Taylor took a moment to decide whether to selfishly accept, but then beginning to shiver, quickly made up her mind. Taylor gleefully wrapped it around her body and drew the hood over her sodden hair. Yasmin meanwhile, continued to be destroyed by the deluge of rainwater that continued to soak her to her skin. Her knickers now completely transparent, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It would be another ten whole minutes until she realised why everyone had been staring at her and she finally smoothed her skirt back down. "Taylor, I'll get you back, just you wait! At least my knickers didn't slip down my legs!" Yasmin joked as Taylor guiltily slapped her on her behind.

Bella and Mia meanwhile, continued to seek refuge in Jackie's shop. After fifteen minutes or so, the rain began to ease back down. Suddenly, Bella's phone began to vibrate. It was Ava with her reply. Bella read it out aloud. "Hello sexy, very impressive, Taylor truly got what she deserved. A massive well done to you both. Now, your final victim has been chosen because she has been cruel, to two people extremely close to my heart. To start with, she bullied and humiliated poor Alex whilst we were at school and now she has tried to torment you too Mia. Our final, hideous victim needs to meet a muddy fate. Your third victim is, of course, Alice!"

Mia smiled as Bella finished reading out the reply. "This is going to be tricky indeed, Alice sure is a formidable opponent. Far nastier than even Taylor could ever choose to be." "I'm afraid I don't know her, who is she?" Asked Bella confused. Pausing for breath, Mia replied, "A girl who Emily and I ran into at the White Hart Inn a while back. She got jealous of Emily and tried to gunge her. Instead, we handcuffed Alice to the bar and obliterated her instead. She got her revenge against me at Blythe and Reed's where her pal Carly viciously gunged me. Can't you remember?" "What! It happened where we were earlier? I'm so sorry I didn't realise," came Bella's contrite reply. "Don't worry, you've been an absolute star so far today, you've been an enormous help," Mia truthfully confessed. "So, how are we going to get her muddy then?" Asked Bella. "Oh, that's simple, she's a member of the local women's rugby club. She's probably training over there right now. What with the sudden downpour, the field is bound to be extremely muddy, I can guarantee." Mia replied. "So why are you so nervous?" Asked Bella, sensing her friend's unease. "Alice is a truly vicious and a vindictive human being. Once we try and cross her, there's no going back, she will hate you for life. Are you sure you still want to help me?" Mia enquired. "Of course, Mia, I don't mind, count me in," Bella replied. "Oh, you're a star," Mia gushed in return. "Now it's running late, I don't want to miss my appointment with Ava at six. If there's a full training session on, there won't be any parking spaces left round the front. So, I reckon we should park round the back and cut through the woods. Don't you agree?"

Just then Bella noticed Yasmin and Taylor walking down a side road about two hundred yards ahead. "Hey, Yasmin's skirt has caught in her knickers!" Bella exclaimed. "We should tell her. Yasmin!" But the poor blonde couldn't hear her shouts. Mia meanwhile, had already crossed the road. "Come on Bella, hurry up," she moaned. Just then, a car came speeding passed, splashing a huge puddle over the prone, unprotected Mia. The brunette shrieked as the water rained down over her sleek brown hair. Like Yasmin, Mia's dress was not giving much protection to her breasts which were now visible beneath the thin sodden material. Bella laughed at her friend from the safety of the other side of the road. Mia shook her head and took a step back from the road, just as a sudden gush of wind blew a large puddle of water, sitting atop a shop awning, crashing down upon her. Her hair now slicked across her forehead she scowled as the water seeped in under her dress. "I'm not taking this dress off before I jump back into your car," she warned. "Oh yes you are!" Teased Bella in return. Mia simply shook her head as another car sped past, splashing an even greater puddle over the poor pretty brunette. As Mia spat out a mouthful of muddy water, a dollop of water dripped down from her fringe onto her nose. Laughing, Bella came marching up behind her and slapped her tenderly on the bum. "Come on then Mia, we don't want to be late!"