Growing up, Bonnie's mother warned her that she would never have a second chance to make a positive first impression. Chastising her awkward, sullen daughter, she cautioned that bound by societal norms, it takes humans barely four seconds to make lasting first judgements about their peers. Continuing her reproof, Bonnie's mother exhorted that the pivotal moment a stranger first glanced upon her, would set a precedent they would surely remember, should they ever be so fortunate as to meet her daughter once again. Dream jobs and perfect partners could be lost if she didn't stand up straight, maintain eye contact or exude confidence as she talked. Once someone believes you to be arrogant, lazy or a fool, that's it, you have to go above and beyond to make them change their opinion. If your smile is weak, your greeting forced or your demeanour abashed, in the mind of a judicious stranger, you could be tarnished for life. Hence, despite Bonnie's ungainly protestations, she must ensure that her first few precious moments with every new acquaintance, be something to be remembered and make her stand out from the crowd.

As the years past, Bonnie's mother repeated her growing disapproval of her daughter's apathy towards social acceptance. Now twenty-one, her long, flowing, light auburn hair, was, in her mother's eyes, her most striking, beguiling feature. Yet Bonnie often hid her wild, bedraggled hair under a faded red beret and the begrudgingly late riser, commonly left for work without giving her unkempt, wavy locks a second thought or glance.

More frustrating for her despairing mother however, was her daughter's penchant for inappropriate, overly elaborate, secretive tattoos. Adorning her most private, womanly features, the ancient Greek inspired works of art were, at the very least, hidden from general view. Except, of course, when Bonnie daringly chose to wear a bikini or an exceedingly low cut, or backless top.

Yet ultimately, her mother's greatest fear for Bonnie was inescapable. There are some details about yourself that you should never share with strangers: for example your toilet habits, your bra size or your controversial views on voluntary euthanasia. But Bonnie was a terrible liar, she always wore her heart on her sleeve when she talked. To her mother's dismay, whenever Bonnie first introduced herself, she proudly announced that she built gunge tanks for a living. Nobody, in their right mind, wanted to hear about that. But that wasn't the end to her mother's problems, for her youngest daughter, Penny, was astoundingly also Bonnie's partner in crime. Together, they worked as technicians on the gunge filled gameshow 'Nemesis', much to their mother's grave dismay. Though fortunately, Penny, was much more discreet a far, far better liar.

Unlike her offspring, their mother had always been popular as a child. Thus, it pained her that her two youngest daughters were obsessed with something so infantile, so niche, so revolting as gunge. But Bonnie was now a grown woman, she no longer cared what her foolish mother thought. She had the best job in the world and though she hated her alarm clock, she loved going to work in the morning.

Furthermore, despite her mother's scorn and disbelief, Bonnie had indeed found a man equally enthused with the construction of dunk tanks. Arjan, one of Bonnie's co-workers, was indeed a fine catch; not even her mother could dare disagree. Yet, influenced by her mother's nagging negativity, Bonnie worried that Arjan was out of her league. She worried that she wasn't pretty enough, thin enough or smart enough to maintain his desire. In truth, these baseless worries were completely unfounded. Bonnie was intelligent, witty, curvy and attractive; her only problem being her low self-esteem. Laidback, charming and very handsome, Arjan had his many admirers, but it was he who was lucky to have her. Before meeting Bonnie, he had flittered from one empty relationship to another; a spark with his ex-partners, simply flickering away. But together, Bonnie and Arjan were electric, they were perfect for one another. There was just two problems however, that threatened to derail the glowing young pair.

Working together at the same company, it was clear that Bonnie was the most talented of the couple. Bonnie worried that Arjan resented her success, having already supplanted him as deputy engineer. Arjan had found success with his easy-going persona, charm and flair. But his gunge tanks never carried quite the same mystery or panache. Preferring quantity of mess over ingenuity, his designs were all basic variations of the same unimaginative device.

Yet despite his limitations, the ever positive Arjan was popular with almost everyone he knew. Warm and friendly, he couldn't help but flirt with his female colleagues. Understandably, this gave Bonnie great cause for jealousy and she began to resent her friends and colleagues for threatening to steal away her man. Of course, if he strayed, he clearly would not be worthy of Bonnie, as Penny was often at pains to point out. So, she shouldn't worry about his potential infidelity. If he cheated, don't fret about it, simply let him go. But Bonnie would chastise Penny in return, hinting that she did not know what it felt like to ever fall in love. Bonnie could not bear it if Arjan broke her heart and worried about his betrayal every moment another woman glanced Arjan's way. Arguing with her sister, Penny declared that Bonnie, with her self-pitying attitude, was setting women's rights back fifty years. But then what did she know? No man had ever lasted two months with Penny, who was simply impossible, as her mother repeatedly told her every time they argued on the phone.

Nevertheless, despite proving her cynical mother incorrect, her hollow words rang through Bonnie's ears, as the five-foot-four brunette squelched, slug like, as she slowly trudged off backstage. Cloaked in a veil of gunge, she left a multi-coloured trail of slime behind her. Remembering her mother, as she entered the women's changing rooms, Bonnie stood up straight, forced a smile and slicked back her gunk filled hair, only to unceremoniously slip over on the wet tiles on the floor. Sprawled out like a snow angel, Bonnie cringed as an unfamiliar, yet friendly face, loomed forebodingly above her. Extending her arm out towards her, the stranger called out, "Goodness me. Are you alright? That was quite some entrance and such a spectacular fall! I'm Cheyenne by the way, I don't think we've ever properly met before!"
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Earlier that morning, Bonnie sighed as she stood under the warm, refreshing stream of the shower, indulgently rubbing her effervescent, coconut fragranced shower gel over her glistening breasts and her supple thighs. Her gleaming light auburn hair, saturated with rose scented shampoo, sparkled as she turned her radiant face towards the irrepressible jets of water that bespattered her bare, smooth skin. Delicately wiping her sodden pink sponge over the voluptuous feminine curves of her tender thighs, she shuddered as she felt the faint pin prick of her nails dig innocently into her taut backside. Yawning as she turned her beguiling chest towards the sweltering, alluring flow of the shower, Bonnie was startled by the rambunctious thuds of her impetuous younger sister Penny as she began to bang loudly on the shuddering bathroom door.

"Hurry up Bonnie, I need to clean my teeth", shouted the diminutive, five-foot-three, pale blonde in harried irritation. "Hang on, I'll only be a minute", replied Bonnie calmly as she lackadaisically rubbed the last remaining soap buds from her chest. "Oh, come on", cried Penny impatiently, "we're going to be late for work." Lowering her voice, Penny grumbled, "Do you want a lift in or not?" For much to Bonnie's immense embarrassment, she'd failed her driving test four times now, whereas her younger sister had passed first time. Knowing she held the upper hand, Penny chided, "I bet you haven't even had breakfast yet. Come on!"

Never a morning person, Bonnie mistakenly turned the shower tap to cold. Stifling a scream as the ice-cold water splashed down upon her unsuspecting scalp, Bonnie's forehead prickled as her fringe became plastered over her eyes. Momentarily blinded, Bonnie fumbled once again with the tap before replying, "Don't worry about breakfast, I'm on a diet."

Her sister's latest admission caused Penny grievous displeasure. Openly jealous of her older sibling, Penny had grown up in direct competition with Bonnie over boys, grades and their father's affection. Though Bonnie had always been daddy's little girl, Penny had been considerably smarter, increasingly more confident and outgoing and far more popular with the opposite sex. At work, Penny had recently been promoted to team leader, meaning that in effect, Bonnie was now under her control. Yet she still did not receive the credit or recognition that she desired. Whilst Penny designed the gunge tanks, Bonnie built them, thus taking all the glory when some poor sod was destroyed. Not that Bonnie ever did this purposely of course. The brunette was always quick to credit her sister, but still no gratitude from her colleagues ever came the younger sibling's way. Hence, Penny resented Bonnie's new-found popularity amongst fellow crew members on the show. Isolated, Penny felt the need to dominate and routinely humiliate her sister, dolling out prank after prank to increase her self-worth. However, Bonnie always took her punishments in good grace, often threatening to gain her revenge, before timidly sitting back as Penny plotted her next move. Yet, perversely, should anyone else threaten to hurt her sister, Penny acted as if they had perpetrated some unspeakable crime. Ever protective of her more innocent, vulnerable sister, Penny had grown to mistrust Arjan, after witnessing him flirt with a multitude of contestants and guests on their show. In Penny's eyes, it would be a miracle should Arjan remain faithful towards Bonnie until the end of Nemesis' run.

Shaking her head in exasperation, Penny crowed, "Bonnie, you don't need to diet, you have a delicious hour glass figure. I would kill to have your curves. Don't listen to Tori, she's practically anorexic. Look, Arjan hasn't said anything has he? I bet he has?" Stepping out of the shower, Bonnie began to dab her chest down with a fluffy cream towel. "Oh no well he suggested we go for a run togetherlook I can diet if I like", Bonnie rasped back through the door as she wiped the damp towel over her dripping wet thighs.

But her sister was indignant. "I knew it!" Penny exclaimed in triumph. "If Arjan wants to date a stick insect like Tori, let him, you're perfect just the way you are. Look, you're having breakfast, or you'll walk to work instead", snapped Penny, utterly frustrated, before disappearing back downstairs.

Ignoring her sister's protestations, Bonnie lazily continued to dry herself down. Scrutinizing her naked body in the bathroom mirror, the brunette pinched an ounce of fat around her hips and sighed. Rubbing her hands down the sides of her front, Bonnie ignored the mild flash of hunger that awoke inside her as she heard her famished stomach growl. But it wasn't Tori to whom Bonnie unfavourably compared herself. Despite being only an inch taller than Penny, she weighed almost five more pounds.

Forlornly wrapping the towel around her chest, Bonnie slipped on a pair of white cotton knickers, before wearily unlocking the bathroom door. But to her great annoyance, she found her sister blocking her path. Sensing Bonnie's mild irritation, Penny exclaimed, "Hey, sis, I've got you" only for Bonnie to curtly cut her off, rebuking, "For the last time Penny, I don't want any breakfast, stop mithering me, alright." "Oh, if you insist", grinned Penny, before suddenly, emptying an entire four litre bottle of full cream milk over her sister's shocked, disbelieving head.

Her pale white skin still moist, tender and shimmering from her early morning shower, Bonnie screeched, "It's freezing!" as her face was enveloped in the cool, ghostly liquid. Batting her sister away, Bonnie inadvertently let her towel slip down to the tiled floor. Wearing nothing but her white cotton knickers, Bonnie blushed as she bent forward, meaning to hide her modesty and she picked up her towel. But before she could succeed, Penny yanked down on the back of her panties and began to pour the remainder of the carton over her svelte, bare backside.

Mischievously throwing Bonnie's sodden towel down the stairs, Penny opened a second bottle of full cream milk before peeling away the front of Bonnie's knickers and emptying its contents over her Scylla tattooed crotch. Then, just when Bonnie thought her humiliation couldn't get any worse, her sister poured a packet of Rice Krispies into her knickers and scoffed as the pair heard the mythical snap, crackle and pop. Almost too shocked to respond, Bonnie disbelievingly glanced downwards to the scene of her humiliation and smiled.

Smirking, Penny sternly began, "Since your diet forbids you consuming any of that horrid full cream milk you insist on me buying, you could at least remember to throw it out yourself once in a while. Now, you really must have something." But not even Penny could keep a straight face as she threw her sister an apple, whilst poor Bonnie's underwear continued to crackle.

Trying to gain an advantage from her sister savouring her latest triumph, Bonnie dashed past her younger sibling and ran to the relative safety of her bedroom door. But never one to accept boundaries, Penny tutted before following her inside. Poor Bonnie glanced down towards her slippery, bespattered legs, before crying, "My knickers! They're soaked!" and gingerly slipping her soiled panties down to the floor. Already dressed in her work clothes of a black t-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms, Penny chuckled as Bonnie, utterly flustered, continued to babble away. "Penny, you can be so cruel sometimes", she began. "I mean, I might expect you to pour milk over my head, but neverAaargh", Bonnie screamed as Penny began to pour an entire four litre carton of orange juice over her already drenched fringe. Moving sideways so as to ensure complete coverage over her sister's ample front, Penny taunted, "You were saying?" "My hair!" Bonnie forlornly replied. "I'll never have time for another shower now, we'll be late." "Bonnie, your hair is always a mess, if anything, the milky, orange sheen gives it an impressive shimmer", Penny giggled in response.

Blindly fumbling as milk and fruit juice continued to dribble down over her forehead, Bonnie began to rub herself down with a towel once more. Turning her back to her sister, the brunette rummaged through her chest of drawers, looking for a pair of clean underwear. Choosing a pink pair, decorated with red love hearts and cupids, Bonnie began to slip the knickers up her milk splattered legs. Horrified at her sister's choice of attire, Penny interjected, "Whoa, you aren't seriously going to wear those?" "Why ever not? I'm already a mess", Bonnie sternly replied. Turning towards her sister, she continued, "Getting hideously messy is an everyday hazard of our job. I don't want to wear my best lingerie as I fix a gunge tank now do I?" "True", Penny admitted, "but don't you have any older, less garish pairs you could wear instead? These are hideous! Plus, the way you and Arjan have been going about it at work, he's sure to see them, everyone knows you can't keep your hands off one other!" Bonnie blushed at her sister's remark, the rumours of her adventures with Arjan in the women's changing rooms had clearly already spread far and wide.

Bonnie's sudden moment of indecision allowed Penny the split second she needed to take hold of the back of the brunette's panties and snap them as hard as she could against her sister's tender, delicate rear. Stumbling forwards in shock, Bonnie composed herself before replying, "Yeah, but remember, I promised Grandma I'd wear them. They are a Christmas present after all. Hey, why don't you ever wear yours?" "You must be joking!" chimed Penny in return. "You won't see me dead in mine. I'll never wear them. Anyhow, I told Gran that I wore them last week, she never needs to know that they're hideous. It's not like she's going to pull our trousers down to check we're wearing them!"

Bonnie chuckled before adding, "Anyway, Arjan's already seen them. He likes them, he thinks they're cute." "You know he's only saying that to make himself sound gallant right?" Penny retorted. "He's only pretending to be a perfect gent. I bet his eyes are already wandering onto somebody else." "Hey, I know you two don't see eye to eye, but that's unfair", Bonnie complained. "That incident with Mia was a one off. Plus, it wasn't his fault that she was tied naked to a shower. "No that's right", Penny agreed, before adding, "It was yours!" Ignoring her sister, Bonnie continued, "Anyway, you could hardly miss her, where else was he supposed to look?" "I don't know? The floor? Look, once a flirt, always a flirt, you know that. Men never change their spots, especially not smooth talkers like Arjan", Penny warned. "You only say that because you're bitter and single", snapped Bonnie, before recovering herself. "Oh Penny, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

But it was too late, her sister was bitterly hurt. Summoning up enough venom to bite back, Penny exclaimed, "Deep down you know it's true though. It's well known that Arjan has a penchant for brunettes. He loved sliming Bea and Mia, the other week." "I guess you're referring to the fact that all his previous girlfriends have had brown hair", Bonnie admitted. "I am indeed. Look, don't think I haven't noticed you purging all your brunette friends", Penny claimed. "I have not", Bonnie snapped defensively in reply. "You so have. Come on, tell me one brunette who you've texted in the past month", Penny demanded. Pausing to think, Bonnie finally settled on, "Erm, Mia, I think." But Penny was not impressed. "Why are you texting Mia? She's a contestant, not your friend. Plus she's the reason you kick-started your purge, isn't she?" Penny cried in exasperation. But Bonnie was not ready to be defeated. Shaking her head she responded, "Contestant or not, Mia and I are friends!" Penny laughed incredulously at the thought. "So why did she humiliate you then?" She asked, with a twinkle in her eye. "It was a simple misunderstanding that's all. We both thought that the other had betrayed us, when it was Tori all along", Bonnie replied.

Penny took a moment to think of her next move before adding, "Alright, I'll give you Mia, but look, isn't she a lesbian? You don't have any straight female brunette friends, you have to admit that. It doesn't take a genius to work out that you're worried that Arjan will flirt with them. You can't deny it." But Bonnie was determined not to be beaten. Still wearing nothing but her knickers, Bonnie scrawled down the contact list on her phone. Sadly, for the brunette, Penny was right. Other than Mia, there were no other brunettes in her entire contact list. "Look, I'll do you a deal", Penny suggested. If you can make friends with a brunette and still like her after introducing her to Arjan, then I'll wear my pair of Granny's hideous pink knickers on my next date." "Sounds tempting, but what if I lose? Not that I will of course!" Bonnie beamed back, rather intrigued. "Well, you can try out our new gunge machine when it's finished. I was going to trick Tori into testing it out for us, but you do look cute covered in gunge", Penny giggled. "Alright, I like the odds, how long have I got?" asked Bonnie, determined to thrash out a deal. "Two weeks," Penny suggested before her sister energetically shouted, "You're on!" After shaking hands with her sister, Bonnie reached down behind her and began to put on her bra. "Aaargh! Penny", she screamed, as more slimy milk began to dribble down over her prepossessing chest, much to her surprise.

Ten minutes later, clutching her half-eaten apple, Bonnie dashed downstairs to the kitchen. Rushing, as she heard Penny beep her car horn, Bonnie, began to blindly rummage through their fridge for the meagre cherry tomato salad that she planned to have for lunch. Pausing for a moment, the brunette spotted the key lime pie that she'd bought in a rare moment of weakness just two days before. Picking up the dessert, Bonnie thought, "This will look lovely all over Penny, it would be a shame to waste it, especially since I'm on a diet after all."
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A few hours later, Bonnie and Arjan were busy trying to fix a leaky valve within a drain pipe that hovered menacingly above the giant dunk tank, upon the TV studio floor. Two years older than his girlfriend and standing half a foot taller at five-foot-eleven, Arjan sported a wondrous choppy black fringe that perfectly complimented his dark, velvety skin. Of Indian descent, he rather went against stereotype in preferring never to work very hard. But now, with his cousin, Parvati, and Bonnie's sister Penny, both his superiors at work, he felt that he finally had to show his worth. His latest gunge tanks had not been a success. Always leaking, they were in a permanent state of disrepair. But now, Bonnie's masterpiece was in dire need of correction and Arjan was determined to not let his partner down.

As Arjan poked his head inside the chute, Bonnie had to restrain herself from the giddy temptation of pulling down on the lever by her feet and thus covering her unsuspecting boyfriend in layer upon layer of thick, viscous, dark blue slime. Instead, squeezing his hand, Bonnie bent forward and kissed his left shoulder, before asking, "Can you see the blockage?"

Tender moments like this, albeit peppered with gunge tank related absurdity, had recently been far too brief and infrequent for the besotted young couple. Their boss, Parvati, a twenty-six-year-old television producer, who like her cousin was of Indian descent, vehemently disliked her staff fraternising, especially at work. Now Parvati wasn't old fashioned or rigid, she simply had research to back up her point. Since they had begun dating, Bonnie and Arjan's work rate had dramatically halved. Disgruntled, Parvati had threatened to transfer the less talented Arjan off to the local news department as a warning to the others. There he would inevitably have to traipse after the hapless, yet infuriatingly demanding, presenter Abi, who was in dire need a new technician after the previous one had quit in a wild rage. So, the young couple had made it their mission to avoid the young Indian hot shot as much as was humanly possible, thus leaving Penny, as their team leader, to have to deal with the producer of the show.

Precariously perched on the left side of the ramp, Bonnie and Arjan switched places. Returning with a spanner, Arjan leant in to kiss Bonnie on the cheek, before exclaiming, "Is it just me or do you smell of milk?" Shuddering, Bonnie lied, "Don't be silly, it's probably just the slime." As Bonnie continued to fix the valve, Arjan announced, "As we both have the day off tomorrow, I've booked us in at the fancy Italian restaurant Peruzzi's for lunch. Penny recommended it, which ordinarily would make me suspicious, but Bill also claims that it's actually alright. Apparently the carbonara is delicious. Though, in truth, I think he likes it because he's rather taken with a particular blonde waitress!"

Hearing her boyfriend's suggestion, Bonnie hoped that there wasn't another waitress that had instead caught Arjan's eye. Peruzzi's was particularly expensive, she hoped that Arjan could afford it, she certainly could not. But he must have been planning this for months, it was almost impossible to book a table there, such was the demand. Determined to enjoy herself, Bonnie no longer cared for her supposed diet. But given such short notice, she worried that she wouldn't have enough time to pick out an outfit; she was supposed to be working late tonight.

Keeping her growing concerns to herself, Bonnie joked, "Well if Penny likes it, it must be nice! She's such a sour puss these days!" Agreeing with his girlfriend, though trying not to chuckle too loud, should Penny be listening nearby, Arjan lent in to kiss Bonnie's neck when suddenly they heard a loud booming sound emanate from the other side of the studio floor. Breaking off their embrace, Arjan stumbled backwards, losing his footing as he lurched down the steep sides of the ramp. Slipping towards the floor, he narrowly avoided falling into the malodorous, dank, dunk tank below. Instead, now winded after landing with a crashing thump on the hard studio floor, Arjan breathed a heavy sigh of relief, when Penny, not his cousin, came marching towards them, across the echoing floor.

Recently promoted to team leader of the backstage department, despite being the youngest member of the entire crew, Penny thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to boss her older sibling about. "Not illegally kissing, again are you?" she joked, trying to stir up their embarrassment once more. "Oh no, we were fixing the nozzles here", beamed Bonnie, rather too enthusiastically, before shyly darting her eyes back towards the floor. "Err, yes, we've fixed them", added Arjan, who was still rather concussed from his fall.

"Oh good, let's see if they work then", joked Penny, before pulling down on the lever, sending reams of dark blue gunge down over her startled sister, who was still standing directly beneath the whirring nozzle. Unable to move, in case she slipped down into the dunk tank below, Bonnie whimpered as over thirty gallons of the vilest, repugnant gunge crashed down upon her. Scrunching up her nose, Bonnie was helpless as she became coated head to toe in the cool, slimy gunk. Shivering as the slime slipped down her top, Bonnie felt the cold viscous slime seep inside her bra. Clearing her eyes, once the deluge had finally slithered to a stop, she was disappointed to find that Arjan had scuttled off to the side, instead of marching to her rescue, and hadn't been covered in a single drop of gunge.

"Oh, you were right, it works perfectly, well done!" joked Penny as infrequent drips of gunge continued to slap down upon Bonnie's muculent hair. Sensing that his girlfriend was expecting his help, Arjan suddenly stood up and nervously inched towards her. Extending out his right hand, he offered to pull poor Bonnie clear of the slime. But instead, the unlucky brunette lost her footing as she twisted her body towards him and began to slip down the right side of the ramp. But much to her sister's disappointment, Bonnie grasped hold of the creaky seat above the tank, thus narrowly avoiding falling into the vile slop below.

Finally succeeding in helping his girlfriend to safety, Arjan scooped Bonnie up off the ramp. No longer minding about getting himself messy, Arjan pressed Bonnie so tightly to his chest that he could feel her heart beat against his own. Giving the young couple a moment to compose themselves, Penny continued, "Oh by the way, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Parvati asked if two of us could come in tomorrow, since we're all so far behind with our work. Now, since we did such a good job together at the Battlestar Galactica convention last week Arj, I suggested we could work together again. I hope you don't mind. Bonnie deserves a day off, don't you agree?" "Oh okay", Arjan wailed, bitterly disappointed, but equally weary that he seriously owed his girlfriend after failing to prevent her from the falling slime.

"Sheesh, I suppose we'll have to cancel our lunch date tomorrow then", rasped Bonnie as she rubbed her chest up against Arjan, purposely trying to transfer as much slime as was possible onto her infuriating boyfriend in revenge. "Oh no, you must still go. Ask one of your friends, I insist", beamed Arjan, still trying to make it up to his girlfriend, whilst ignoring her playful, slimy caress.

"Only if you don't mind", Bonnie replied as she wiped her right hand across his face. "Of course not", Arjan continued, as he pinched his girlfriend lightly on the bum. "Yeah, it would give you an opportunity for you to win that little wager of ours", joked Penny, causing Bonnie to flash her sister a dirty look. Trying to distract her boyfriend, Bonnie hooked her arms around his waist. Wiping handfuls of gunge across his behind, Bonnie mischievously decided to teach her boyfriend a lesson. Lightly pulling on the string around his tracksuit bottoms, the brunette yanked poor Arjan's down to the floor. His red boxer shorts, decorated with a disconcerting picture of a winking Bugs Bunny, elicited a sharp chorus of chortling from the sisters as he blushed. Startled, as he felt the odious Penny gleefully check out his manhood, without thinking, he swiftly pulled down Bonnie's trousers in return.

Bonnie shrieked as she felt her soiled tracksuit bottoms settle around her ankles. Her embarrassing pink undies, now almost translucent, were fully on display. Furthermore, saturated with gunge, they left almost nothing to the imagination. Blushing, Arjan slyly glanced down towards his girlfriend's waist and couldn't prevent himself from chuckling as his eyes alighted upon Bonnie's equally hideous choice of underwear. Horrified, Bonnie realised that Penny had been right all along; Arjan found her granny's knickers hilarious. Not wanting to look her gloating sister in the eye, Bonnie shifted Arjan's gaze away from her thighs by pushing her thump up against his chin. Wanting to arise jealousy in her spinster of a sister, Bonnie lent forward and tenderly began to kiss Arjan on the lips.

But no sooner as their mouths intertwined, the creaking, foreboding studio door swung open once more. Fearing his cousin would catch them red handed, Arjan gently pushed sweet Bonnie away. But with her trousers down by her ankles, the brunette farcically lost her footing and fell backwards into the giant gunge tank that she had previously been so careful to avoid. Landing with a loud slap, Bonnie completely disappeared beneath the fetid surface of the purple slime. Then, no sooner had her face vanished under the thick, viscid quagmire of gunge, Parvati marched towards Penny and Arjan.

"Hey, Arjan, thanks for agreeing to work overtime tomorrow Wait, just what are you two doing?" demanded Parvati, having caught sight of her cousin's embarrassing, dark red boxer shorts. "Erm, I, can explain", stammered Arjan, grasping for an excuse. "I thought I made myself clear that you and Bonnie were not to get up to any more funny business. I told you, there would be consequences if this ever happened again", snarled Parvati. "Wait, no, it's not what you think", begged Arjan, before turning to Penny for help. Realising that Parvati had yet to notice Bonnie, who was still hiding in the dunk tank, Penny reluctantly came to Arjan's rescue. Interjecting, she cried, "No, Parvati, you have it all wrong, Bonnie's on her break. This is all my fault. I bet Arjan that I could fix the dunk tank. If I couldn't, I'd flash him, if I could, he would have to waltz around in his boxers instead." "Really, is this true?" asked Parvati, hesitantly. "Erm, yeah", replied Arjan as he hoisted his trousers back up to his waist. Growling, Parvati continued, "I have to say Penny, I'm bitterly disappointed, I thought this kind of stunt was beneath you." Trying to repay the favour, Arjan interjected, adding, "Don't be so hard on Penny, she's a genius, in fixing the mechanical fault. Neither Bonnie got anywhere with it, without Penny, we may well have had to scrap the entire tank." "Wow! Well, Penny, I take it all back", gushed Parvati. "We could never have afforded to build yet another tank. Come on, let's see it in action!" Parvati enthused, her mood suddenly lifting.

Backed into a corner, Arjan took two strides towards Parvati, partly blocking the producer, so that she couldn't see over the rim of the tank. Thus, Bonnie, her face barely peeking out of the surface of the slime, was safely hidden from the producer's view. Desperately trying to keep a straight face, Penny bounded over to the lever and yanked it down before Bonnie could even think about getting out of the path of the slime. Instead, cowering in the gunge, Bonnie tucked her face into her chest and gritted her teeth as jets of putrid yellow gunge came streaming down over her head. To Bonnie's dismay, the deluge lasted for well over ten seconds before eventually dribbling to a halt. Satisfied with the result, Parvati gushed, "Goodness me Penny, it seems to be working better than before. I especially like ow it seems to dome in the centre of the tank." Tuning to Arjan, she continued, "Perhaps you and Bonnie should follow Penny's example and actually do some work around here for once. Plus, I don't want to see you in your boxer shorts, ever, ever again. Come on Arjan, you're not twelve. They're so hideous, I couldn't ever imagine wearing underwear more embarrassing than those!"

Trying to keep a straight face, Penny gladly took credit for her sister's work whilst poor Bonnie continued to crouch down in the gunge, tantalisingly just out of sight. Suddenly, Parvati's attention was diverted away by her phone. Quickly scanning a text message, she growled, "Have either of you seen Tori? That hopeless agent of hers is refusing to pick up my calls. As always, Tori's unhappy with her contract again, but I can never get hold of Brooke, it's now beyond a joke." Both Penny and Arjan shrugged their shoulders in bemusement and rant over, Parvati disappeared back into the corridor.

Her back aching as she maintained her crouching position in the slime, the unfortunate Bonnie was once again caught in two minds. On one hand, Penny had covered for her and potentially saved Arjan from being fired. But on the other, she'd blatantly taken all the credit for fixing the tank. Choosing to see the good in her sister, Bonnie lifted her head out of the slime. "Thanks Penny, you didn't have to do that! I really owe you one", she rasped. "No worries, I'll always look out for you", gushed Penny, before slyly turning on the foam cannon in return. Caught by surprise as she began to stand up, Bonnie was obliterated by the incessant deluge of the foam. Covered head to toe in effervescent snow white, Bonnie once again lost her footing and fell backwards into the purple slime below.

Re-emerging from the floor of the tank, Bonnie was horrified to discover that Penny had caused the foam cannon to malfunction. Unable to turn off the flow of the foam, Arjan watched in horror as it coated his girlfriend's entire body over and over again. Her trousers still down by her ankles, Bonnie waded to the side of the tank with the cannon now aimed solely at her pert backside. Penny meanwhile simply stood and gasped as the foam continued to slap against her sister's tender rear. Trying to climb out the slime, Bonnie slipped and landed, with her body at a right angle, dangling arch-like over the rim of the tank. Her backside wiggling as it pointed up into the air, Bonnie was helpless as Penny took the opportunity to slam a custard pie over her cute derriere. Rubbing the custard over her sister's rear, Penny purred, "Sorry, it was just too tempting to resist", before slamming a second custard pie into Bonnie's bespattered face as she growled.

Arjan, now finally having shut the foam cannon down, came running to his girlfriend's aid. But Penny was far too swift and launched a coconut cream pie onto his nose. Frustrated by her boyfriend's ineptitude, Bonnie took the opportunity to grab Arjan by the waist and hurl him into the slime. Collapsing on top of Arjan as she pushed him into the gunge, Bonnie held her breathe as she disappeared under the surface of the slime for the final time. Resurfacing, she barely had a moment to draw breathe before Penny slammed one last chocolate cream pie over her cheeks. Taunting the young couple, Penny shrieked, "Come on you two, stop being lazy. You heard what Parvati said, you've got to be more like me!" Remembering the key lime pie in her locker, her sister was already planning her revenge.
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Two minutes later, as she gingerly entered the women's changing rooms, Bonnie felt her feet go beneath her as she slipped over on the shiny, shimmering, wet tiled floor. Landing on her, by now rather bruised, backside, Bonnie was at least relieved to find that her trousers had, for once, remained around her waist. Feeling the gunge inside her knickers squelch beneath her, Bonnie felt so exhausted that she lay where she had fallen and groaned.

Fortunately, a young woman, who seemed vaguely familiar, empathetically swarmed towards her. The twenty-year-old, five-foot-eight tall brunette, who judging by her attire was presumably a cleaner, extended out her right hand. Then, in a thick American accent, she effused, "Goodness me. Are you alright? That was quite some entrance and such a spectacular fall! I'm Cheyenne by the way, I don't think we've ever properly met before!"

"You poor thing", continued the kind American as she helped lift Bonnie up onto her feet. Brushing her light chestnut brown curls off her face, Cheyenne waited expectantly for her rather flustered companion to respond. Sighing deeply, Bonnie replied, "Oh I slipped into the dunk tank. It's no big deal, I do it all the time. I'm Bonnie by the way, I'm one of the backstage crew."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear it. I always thought that there should be far more accidents around gunge tanks than ever get shown on TV", gushed Cheyenne as she subconsciously took a step backwards as slime continued to dribble down off Bonnie and onto the floor that she had just swept clean. Noticing the puddle of gunge forming beneath her, Bonnie apologetically concluded, "Oh dear me, I appear to have just undone all your hard work." "Don't sweat it", replied Cheyenne, "It's a hazard of the job. This is a gunge show after all. You know, I hope you don't mind me asking but aren't you one of Bill's friends?" Bonnie nodded, confused, before suddenly realising where she'd seen Cheyenne before. Continuing, the American added, "It's no secret but Bill and my partner, Rufus, don't really get on." Treading carefully, Bonnie answered, "I'd say that's quite an understatement! Awful business isn't it? I try not to get involved, I really don't like conflict, you know."

"Yeah, neither do I, but I have to stick up for what I think is right. Rufus might not be perfect, but he's turned over a new leaf, honestly he's a great guy", added Cheyenne. But Bonnie didn't seem utterly convinced. Pausing to find the right words, she replied, "Look, he's never bothered me before, perhaps I'm not his type. But my sister Penny's had a few runs in with him recently, though I imagine that she is just as much to blame. She really knows how to get under people's skin, in fact, she was the one who just tricked me into getting gunged!"

As she spoke, Bonnie turned towards her locker, before rummaging around it in desperation, searching for an elusive, highly desired, clean towel. After a moment's panic, to her great relief, Bonnie found one trapped underneath the Key Lime pie. Removing the pie from her locker, to uncover her towel, Bonnie was charmed by Cheyenne's shocked, puzzled expression. Chuckling, as she placed the pie down on the bench, Bonnie explained, "Penny's gunged me one too many times without retribution. She deserves a sweet comeuppance and this will do fine."

Continuing to chuckle to herself, Bonnie began to slip off her trousers. Inevitably, a bewildered Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh at her new friend's hideous pink knickers. "What on earth are those?" she giggled as she pointed towards Bonnie's panties. "Oh those", Bonnie exclaimed, whilst blushing. "My grandma bought me these at Christmas. I don't make a habit out of wearing them very often, I swear", she blathered, rather unconvincingly. "I should hope not", chuckled Cheyenne, who hypnotically, felt unable to take her eyes off Bonnie's bizarre derriere.

As the pair continued to babble, Bonnie took off her sodden, tight fitting, black t-shirt. Spotting a blob of purple gunge nestling across Bonnie's cleavage, Cheyenne mischievously decided to wipe the girls' chest clean. Picking up her mop, she dipped it into her bucket before dragging it across Bonnie's heaving breasts. "Oh no you didn't", giggled Bonnie, as she felt the cool, damp cloth trace across her skin. "I picked that trick off Bill you know", announced Cheyenne rather proudly, before dabbing her mop against Bonnie's navel, causing the ticklish brunette to cry out in glee.

Deciding that the kindly American was game for a laugh, Bonnie cheekily picked up the bucket of soapy water and poured it over Cheyenne's head in return. Depositing the bucket over Cheyenne's forehead, Bonnie quickly tore off the packaging and thrust the key lime pie at the unsuspecting brunette, just as the gutsy American lifted the red bucket up off her pretty head. Caught by surprise, Cheyenne gasped as the pie exploded all over her cheeks and slipped down onto her front. Laughing hysterically, Bonnie, to her great relief, noted that the unflustered American did not utter a single moan or complaint. Instead, laughing off her great misfortune, she replied, "I had it coming, didn't I?" before turning around and disappearing into the bathroom to fill up her bucket once again.

Bonnie meanwhile began to undress. Taking off her bra, she began to mull over her mum's wise words once again. First impressions were important and Cheyenne had passed with flying colours. Perhaps Penny was right, maybe she was subconsciously avoiding making friends with fellow brunettes. But Cheyenne was different. She was kind, she was bubbly and she was fun. Furthermore, she already had a boyfriend, and Arjan would surely never flirt with the girlfriend of a man both he and Bill despised.

Slipping off her troublesome knickers, Bonnie began to idly scratch her backside. Wiggling her hips, she realised that by splatting the pie over Cheyenne, she would need to find another way of getting back at Penny. Fortunately, Cheyenne offered the perfect solution. The American, seemed like she'd make the ideal friend. Bonnie was sure to win her bet and Penny would soon be strutting her stuff in grandma's hideous pink knickers. Suddenly, Bonnie felt a sharp, wet prod against her bare backside as Cheyenne gleefully prodded her sodden mop up against Bonnie's exposed hips. Turning around, Bonnie was further surprised by a bucket of ice cold water that Cheyenne happily threw straight at her fringe. Shrieking as the cool liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her shivering chest, Bonnie slipped and fell backwards, once more, onto the cold, tiled floor. Lying in a heap, poor Bonnie couldn't have looked more ridiculous if she'd tried. Nevertheless, she vowed to make light of her peculiar situation. Clearing her throat, she began, "Hey, I know this might sound odd considering that we've only just met and I'm laying naked on the floor, but how would you like to go to lunch with me tomorrow. I have a table booked at Peruzzi's. Apparently, it's the best restaurant in town."

Smiling back gregariously, once she was completely certain that poor, calamity-stricken Bonnie was alright, Cheyenne replied, "Absolutely! I'd love to. Fortunately, I have the day off tomorrow. But I agree on one condition. When we go, please remember to put on some clothes!" Laughing, Cheyenne dipped her sodden mop in a puddle and lightly wiped it all over Bonnie's giggling face, who squirmed as she wiggled wildly, like a worm, on the wet tiled floor.