Nemesis Chapter 9

Despite her best efforts, Molly's opportunity to impress had turned into the worst possible nightmare. It was her boss, Trevor's, weekend off and as the assistant manager, the elegant blonde had been left in charge, only for disaster to strike. Following an electrical fault, all the freezers at the local supermarket had failed overnight. Now, with all their frozen food thawed or melted, it had been a race against time just to open up the store by nine. Come ten-past, three freezers still needed clearing, but the rest of the shop floor looked spick and span. Insisting that it was business as usual, the five-foot-five, twenty-two-year-old, began bossing the usual dreary assortment of bleary eyed sixth formers, hung-over students and weary, spiritless pensioners with her usual scorn, impatience and disdain.

Wearing a light purple blouse and a long black skirt, Molly, who sported extremely short, pale blonde hair, certainly looked the part. Yet, having worked her way up to assistant manager in only four years, she felt that she was too good for her colleagues who didn't share her insatiable drive, interest and spark.

Unsurprisingly then, without Trevor to install discipline amongst them, Molly struggled to motivate the scruffy ragamuffins, who were busy cleaning the shop floor, as the first overly eager customers fervently stepped inside. Growing up, as a popular and wild child, she'd teased and tormented the lustful boys who routinely caught her eye. But, with her relationship with long term boyfriend Richard on the rocks, Molly felt her youthful glimmer blunted by the repetitive plod of her nine-to-five lifestyle. Furthermore, there was now a younger, prettier and more vivacious girl in town. Rowan, the beauty in question, was busy mopping up the mess down by the ice cream aisle. Much to Molly's frustration, the five-foot-six, nineteen-year-old, possessed lustrous, silky, hip length, medium golden-brown hair that drove all the warehouse guys wild. As always, she tied her ponytail with a sky-blue ribbon, in the same style as Belle, from 'Beauty and the Beast', who she looked remarkably alike.

Wearing an extremely tight combination of black trousers and a light green top, Rowan was flaunting her every curve, much to Molly's envy, bitterness and disquiet. Bending over, as she reached down into the freezer, the brunette wiggled her backside, albeit unintentionally, almost goading Molly into pushing her inside. As the brunette leant further forward, her top rode up, exposing her dark pink knickers, which peeked out from under her skin-tight trousers. Grinning, Molly considered giving Rowan a wedgie, but instead stepped back, allowing two suddenly awestruck, concupiscent young boys, a clear view of her teasingly pert backside.

Turning around, Molly noticed Rufus, the security guard, daydreaming, as he lecherously stared at Rowan's sublime, nubile backside. Despite the brunette being miles out of his league, the poor, sanguine doofus had even had the temerity to ask Rowan out a couple of times. But, on each occasion, the ebullient brunette had jestingly turned him down, before he could even get the increasingly desperate, love-struck words out of his stammering mouth.

Molly didn't particularly like Rufus, but truly felt sorry for him, what with how Rowan routinely, goadingly led him on, only to derisively turn him down every time. Deciding to teach the bubbly brunette a lesson, Molly waited until Rufus was looking before slapping Rowan vigorously on her shapely backside. Glancing over towards Rufus, Molly gave him the devil stare, silently ordering him to keep quiet. Rowan meanwhile, yelled, "Ow! What was that?" unable to believe that Molly had just spanked her ass.

"Stop being so clumsy Rowan", Molly berated the nineteen-year-old, who, stammering, retorted, "WWWait, dddid you just slap my backside?" "Don't be so ridiculous", Molly churlishly, replied before adding, "If I had, you would have said more than just 'Ow'!" Peevishly, to make her point, Molly slapped Rowan twice more, three times as hard as she had done so the first time. "Aargh! Ow, ow, ow!" the poor brunette cried out, before regaining her composure and complaining, "Molly, there are customers watching, boys at that!" Shrugging her shoulders, the blonde replied, "I don't think any of the lads are going to complain about watching a pretty girl getting spanked." Then, to end Rowan's lesson, Molly gave the teenager a wedgie, pulling hard on the waistband of her pink knickers, whilst the two agog, smutty young boys continued to watch, spellbound.

Though she was pettily jealous of the coquettish teenager, Molly felt that there was just something about the youngster which excited her and turned her on. Molly was adamant that she wasn't into girls, but deep down, she thought, that if she ever had a threesome, she would choose Rowan as the third wheel every time. Furthermore, she knew that Richard would agree to it, in a flash.

Sharing the same locker room at work, Rowan regularly got changed in front of Molly, showing no nerves as she flaunted her perfect curves in front of her more unprepossessing colleagues. A fan of wearing expensive lingerie, she applied perfume, body spray or deodorant over her half-naked body in little hurry and as an incessant chatterbox, Rowan would talk to her friends for up to ten minutes, wearing nothing but her knickers and a bra. Trying to impress her mates, the brunette often liked to boast that she was bi. But, thus far, she'd only ever slept with guys, though she'd kissed girls, out clubbing, more than a couple of times. Keen to explore her sexuality further, Rowan noted that Molly seemed to go weak at the knees and lose her composure, whenever she took off her top. Furthermore, the assistant manager was always so much meaner to her than she was to the other girls, suggesting that she had conflicting feelings that she struggled to keep a lid on. Thinking it wise to wait for Molly to make the first move in case she was mistaken about the blonde's true feelings, Rowan resorted instead, to teasing her and leading her on. But, feeling her authority threatened, as Rowan made jokes about her to their colleagues, Molly suppressed her feelings and vowed to double down on her cruelty and make an example of Rowan in front of the entire staff. Bossing her about, she gave Rowan all the menial, degrading jobs and shouted at her, whenever she had the chance. Confused by Molly's inconstant behaviour, Rowan put aside her little crush on her superior and instead decided to knuckle down with her job.

But then, one day, a few weeks ago, Richard, having arrived to pick up his girlfriend, blunderingly walked into the staff locker room, just as Rowan had taken off her top. Pruriently, Molly, who hadn't slept with her boyfriend for over three weeks, following a blazing row, decided to make her partner jealous by leaning forward and kissing Rowan on the mouth. Pinning the stunned teenager down, Molly purposefully prevented the youngster from covering herself as Richard's salacious stare lingered on. Surprised that her usually cold, supercilious boss was kissing her, the brunette was far too stunned to react when Molly even slipped in her tongue. Figuring that Molly was testing her boyfriend, Rowan even allowed the older woman to pull her bra straps down over her shoulder blades, leaving her dignity in her boss's hands.

Deeply unimpressed that Richard had continued to licentiously watch Rowan, Molly tore into her boyfriend, accusing him of being a dirty, unfaithful flirt. Why was he looking at the half naked girl, when he claimed to have eyes for nobody else but Molly? Watching the ensuing argument with relish, Rowan decided to test Richard further, by teasingly taking her trousers off. Wearing nothing but her skimpy cream panties and her loosely hung bra, Rowan flirtatiously blew Richard a kiss before turning around to fish a bottle from her locker, whilst impishly wiggling her lithe backside.

Her back turned, Molly had absolutely no idea of Rowan's salacious antics, until she noticed her boyfriend's gaze wander off to the right. Turning around, the blonde scowled, "Rowan, what the hell!" and bitchily slapped her arm. Her arm raised above her head, ready to take a swig out of her bottle, Rowan spilled a mouthful of water over her chin and cheeks before recovering her poise. Giggling, Rowan was thus helpless as Molly angrily accused her of going too far. "So, do you think this is funny then?" the blonde fumed, before snatching the one and a half litre bottle and emptying its entire contents over the brunette's forehead and shoulders, who whimpered as the water seeped inside her bra.

Incredulous, Molly cried, "Richard, you're doing it again. I'm right here, you know, look at me, not Rowan's damp backside. Right, I know, Richard, go on, close your eyes. Then, if you open them again before you leave this room, I'll kick you out of our house." Bemused, Richard did as he was told, but not before taking one last quick glance at Rowan's chest before closing his eyes. Then, Molly surprised her boyfriend, by whispering to Rowan, "Hey, sorry about that, I lost my temper. I know it's a strange thing to ask, but would you mind taking off your bra?" Speaking in a hush tone, just loud enough for Richard to hear her, Molly was ready to dump him on the spot. Rowan, who's damp bra now felt uncomfortable, decided to do exactly what she was asked.

Momentarily astonished, Rowan, in fact, went one further and pushed down her panties after unhooking her sodden bra. Surprising even herself, Rowan flicked her knickers at the dumbstruck Molly, who caught them before wafting them in front of Richard, cooing, "You're never guess what I'm holding!" and gently jabbing the panties against his unsuspecting chin, nose and mouth.

Standing completely naked in front of Richard, Rowan gulped, desperately hoping that he would pass his girlfriend's dastardly challenge. Molly, meanwhile, stared at the naked girl's breasts and bush, before running her hand down the tattoo of Belle, from 'Beauty and the Beast', which adorned the brunette's left cheek of her ass. Gasping, Molly marvelled that she had never seen Rowan completely naked before and it was a truly wonderful sight. Pinching Rowan's bottom, Molly repeated, "Richard, dear, Rowan is completely naked. But, if you open your eyes now, you won't ever again see my ass." Desperately, with all his might, Richard tried to keep his eyes closed, only for Rufus, who was doing a security check, to surprise everyone by charging inside. Staring at the nude girl before him, he cried, "Rowan, oh my God!" before desperately covering his eyes.

Triggered, as Rowan screamed, Richard opened his eyes and likewise caught sight of her bare chest, bush and thighs. Pushing the two men out of the locker room, Molly swore that she wouldn't sleep with Richard for a month but fell short of dumping him outright. "I didn't mean to look", he cried as he hurriedly ran into Rufus, who tripped over his own feet as he maniacally dashed outside.

Turning around, Molly glanced down at the naked youngster, who was desperately trying to recover her pants. But, instead of feeling sympathy for the unclothed teen, Molly, there and then, decided to hate her until the end of time. For how would her relationship with Richard ever recover after failing a challenge like that? Rowan wasn't actually supposed to strip naked, but now, every time Richard saw her, Molly, nude, she would feel he was judging her against Rowan's perfect ass. Hence, Molly swore to make Rowan's life a misery and punish her whenever she had the chance.

Back in the present day, Molly warned, "Be careful with the ice cream, we don't want it to leak everywhere, like with the frozen yoghurt", before caustically rolling her eyes. "Alright, Molly", Rowan replied, taking care to avoid calling her boss. Confused by Molly's sudden coldness towards her, Rowan resisted the blonde's each and every attempt to order her about. Stopping short of openly defying her, Rowan decided to instead spread exaggerated, yet true, rumours about the assistant manager's volatile private life. A keen gossip, Rowan knew everything about everyone and could never be trusted to keep a secret, no matter how hard she tried. Nevertheless, due to her sunny, carefree nature, everyone usually forgave her, except for Molly, who's hatred for the brunette spiked.

Clutching a handful of frozen products, the brunette began to lean back out of the freezer compartment, accidentally brushing her backside up against Molly's trembling thigh. Blushing in embarrassment, the brunette dropped one of the tubs of ice cream, splattering the melted raspberry ripple all over Molly's lower half. "Rowan! What did I just say!" Molly snarled, as ice cream slithered down inside her shoes and over her needlessly expensive tights. Grunting, Molly grumbled, "Rowan, this is your first warning. You remember what happens if you get three in a shift, I gather?" Nervously, the brunette nodded. "Ay, an hour in the pillory, like poor Barry, last night."

Stepping backwards, Rowan giggled, remembering how, in order to boost morale, the manager, Trevor, had organised a suggestion box. A few of the lads, hoping to splatter some of the girls, had proposed a pillory, which remarkably, Trevor accepted, in view of raising some money for charity. He'd also envisioned gaining his own back on Molly, who, he felt, would soon fall foul of the plan.

For tomorrow, on his day off, was the annual fundraiser and the pillory was going to be taking centre stage, amongst other messy activities, with Molly left in charge. But, Trevor had invited a minor local celebrity to compere the event and with the two women being suitably, petty, conceited and jealous, it was highly unlikely that they'd both escape the whole day dry. But so far, no girl, unlike Barry, had been foolish enough to step out of line. Thus, the pillory was left unused in Molly's office, along with some other messy supplies. Sensing the upper hand, Molly hoped that Rowan would make a couple more mistakes and thus be humiliated in front of the whole, entire staff. In fact, most of the lads had likewise been trying to get Rowan to slack off, only to remain frustrated by her diligence, thus far.

"Now, go and mop this up", Molly ordered, as she felt more ice cream slither down her tights. Back in no time whatsoever, Rowan swiftly began to mop up the mess that she'd clumsily left behind. But, in her haste, she knocked over the bucket of soapy water, catching Molly, who had her back turned, by surprise. Sloshing forwards, the water splattered up the entire length of the blonde assistant manager's skirt and tights. "Aargh!", she screamed, before wailing, "Rowan, you stupid, little prat!" Turning around suddenly, Molly advanced menacingly towards the youngster, who instinctively defended herself, by wafting the mop back at the blonde. Striking Molly across the chest, the mop cloddishly splattered against her purple blouse.

Desperate for revenge, Molly ordered, "Rowan, for goodness sake, put the mop down. Now clearly, that's your second warning, I can't wait to lock you in the pillory, there's no way you'll get through the rest of your shift, without slipping up now."

Trying to lull the brunette into a false sense of security, Molly murmured, "Sorry Rowan, I didn't mean to get that cross. You just caught me by surprise." Then, before the teenager knew what was happening, Molly emptied an entire tub of melted vanilla ice cream over her head, which splattered down over her face and chest, much to the acerbic blonde's evident delight. Cackling, Molly swiftly picked up a second tub and poured the melted chocolate over Rowan's forehead, before the teenager even had the chance to react. Sniggering, Molly explained, "Fair's, fair Rowan, you did get me three times." Mistakenly thinking that Molly had finished, Rowan relaxed, only for the blonde to launch a raspberry cheesecake at her eyes. Blinded by the cream cheese, as it splatted against her cheeks, poor Rowan felt the slimy ice cream disappear down inside her tight, light green top. Gasping, as the cold liquid slithered down over her chest, the brunette gushed, "I guess so, sorry boss."

Without waiting to be ordered, Rowan then dipped her mop back into the bucket and began to clean up the mess, leftover from their incredibly one-sided food fight. Reaching forwards, the brunette overstretched slightly, almost toppling off balance. Glancing behind her, Molly meant to scold the youngster, only to notice that Rowan had slightly ripped her trousers during their scrap. A two-inch tear had developed, revealing her dark pink panties, which also, once again, peeked out from above her waistline. Staring at Rowan's backside, Molly thought that she ought to say something, but, instead exclaimed, "Wow, keep going Rowan, you're doing an absolutely amazing job." Sniggering to herself, Molly then left to grab a towel to dab down her damp, slimy tights.
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A few days after her game of 'Guess the Mess', with her best friend Jessica, Mia's long-awaited promo for the tv show 'Nemesis' finally appeared online. Instantly proving popular, the brunette's risquvideo soon attracted over half a million views in record time. With her sister, Rosie, at work and her Mum, Lynne, still mad at her for stripping off naked on camera, Mia, unable to gain a lift, had to face her new-found celebrity head on and walk into town. Inevitably, a few teenage boys recognised the eighteen-year-old and serenaded her with wolf whistles as she trudged down the high street, but though it annoyed her, she took it all in her stride.

Wearing pale blue, denim shorts and a faded yellow top, Mia was nonetheless eager to escape their attention and so dived into the cheap supermarket to her right. Belatedly deciding to buy a sandwich, the brunette, in her haste, accidentally ran up the frozen food section and bumped into Rowan, who was still mopping the slippery floor after her fight.

A close pal of their mutual friend Georgia, Rowan, who had been in the same year of school as Mia, knew the eighteen-year-old, as the shy, studios type. Like most of the local community, Rowan had thus been surprised when she watched the seemingly liberated, scantily clad youngster, get slimed dozens of times. Thus, it was rather ironic, that when they met, it was Rowan, not Mia, who was covered, head to toe, in gooey, viscous slime.

"Rowan, is that you?" Mia inquired as she struggled to pick out the beguiling beauty, as ice cream continued to incessantly dribble down her top. "Why of course, though as you can see, I thought I'd take a leaf out of your book and cover myself in gunk and grime." Changing her tone slightly, Rowan added, "You know Mia, I've known you for fifteen years; I would never have taken you as the type to take off their clothes just to get on camera. I don't mean to be judgemental, don't get me wrong, but you showed a hell of a lot of sideboob, not to mention your backside, on that clip online!" Listening intently, Mia giggled, for, the last time the two had met, at the local swimming baths, it had been Rowan who had been completely naked, as she had taken off her swimming costume, just as Mia had walked inside. Staring lustfully at the naked girl, Mia swiftly pretended to be interested in Rowan's 'Belle' tattoo, when she caught her staring at her ass. Though they had never really been friends, Mia had always wanted to hang out more with the popular beauty, who she secretly fancied like mad. But Rowan, despite respecting Mia, felt her too square and timid and thus avoided her on nights out in town. Secretly impressed by this new side of Mia, Rowan however considered giving the pretty youngster a second chance.

Bending forwards, as she continued to mop the floor, Rowan turned her back slightly to Mia before apologising, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so unkind." Glancing down, Mia noticed that the rip on Rowan's trousers had now grown to almost four inches long. Feeling slighted, Mia chose to keep that to herself, instead noting, "No, you're right, I showed more than I was intending to, I just got carried away by my pride. As you can imagine, both my parents are hopping mad." Reaching forwards, Mia picked up a soggy packet, containing a chocolate torte. "What's happened here?" she asked, twirling the cardboard in her hands. "Oh, the freezer's failed, we can't sell any of this stuff. Though, if you like, you can pie yourself in the face with it, I've heard that it turns you muff diver's on", Rowan replied.

Caught off guard, Mia huffed, before removing the torte from the packet. This was clearly Georgia's doing, she would have to have a word with her, for not keeping her secrets private. "No, I'm afraid you're mistaken, I find pieing other pretty girls myself, far more sexually gratifying", Mia cackled, before launching it at Rowan, splattering the torte between her eyes. "Hey!" Rowan screeched before turning towards the freezer, keen to retaliate. Glancing down at her adversary, Mia noted that the rip in her trousers was now almost six inches wide. Fumbling the packet, as she struggled to open a strawberry trifle, poor Rowan gave Mia the perfect opportunity to fling open a tub of toffee ice cream and empty it over the back of her head. Taking control, Mia playfully slapped Rowan's pert, bobbing, backside. "Rowan, I've always liked you, but please don't spread rumours about me around", Mia decried.

Defeated, Rowan dropped the trifle and slipped feebly to the ground. Resting on her knees, she squirmed as Mia opened up the front of her light green top and poured melted cookies and cream ice cream over her chest, as her heart began to pound. Picking up the trifle, Mia had to admit that Rowan was an extremely pretty girl, far more attractive, up close, than she'd ever dreamt or dared to realise. In all honesty, covering her in gunk was really turning her on; her emotions were going wild. Splattering the trifle over the top of the brunette's head, Mia twisted the plastic bowl over her forehead before glancing down at Rowan's extremely visible backside. It had barely been a month since Mia's messy adventures had begun. But, thus far, the cute brunette's cocky, braying friends had utterly dominated and destroyed her, every single time.

Hence, it truly gratified Mia, to be in complete, indisputable control, for once. Furthermore, she was dominating the thoroughly deserving, yet stunning Rowan, who felt ashamed at being called out for spreading gossip and was thus too embarrassed to fight back. Her heart racing, Mia picked up one final tub of mint ice cream and emptied it over poor Rowan, who squirmed as a growing crowd of customers excitedly cheered her on.

Observing the food fight unfold, Molly sniggered in gratification as sweet, pretty Rowan got thoroughly destroyed by the mysterious petite teen. The girl looked vaguely familiar, but Molly didn't want to get close enough to check, in case she unwittingly got caught up in the ensuing food fight. Nevertheless, she admired the girl's boundless spirit and skill at pouring the ice cream on Rowan, without even spilling a drop.

But now, with the shop beginning to fill up with customers, Molly thought that she ought to rescue the poor girl, before a busy body complained and spoiled all their fun. Turning to the fidgety, blonde, security guard, she implored, "Rufus, go see if Rowan's alright." Nodding, the five-foot-ten, twenty-year-old strode forwards and immediately caught sight of Rowan's ice cream splattered backside. Distracted by the rip in her trousers, he failed to identify Mia as her assailant before the young brunette swiftly ran around to the adjacent aisle. "Rowan, are you okay?" Rufus called, as he ambled forwards, unsure of whether to tell her about the tear in her trousers. Worried about looking like a pervert, he resisted and instead suggested, "How can I help you out?" Weary of the oversexed guard, Rowan got back to her feet and replied, "No, no, I think I'll be alright." Sensing that Rowan despised him, Rufus thought he saw a look of disgust and repulsion in the brunette's piercing brown eyes. So, unable to resist, Rufus decided to live up to his leery reputation and declared, "At the very least, let me help you wash", before emptying the entire bucket of soapy water over the brunette, who screamed in embarrassment and shock. Her fringe sticking to her forehead, poor Rowan felt the water soak inside her knickers, completely unaware that they were on display to the ever-growing crowd, who openly cheered Rufus on. Sensing, somehow that Rowan had deserved Mia's punishment, they implored Rufus to continue where the feisty brunette left off. But, coming back to his senses, Rufus shook his head and backed off. Watching with interest, Molly meanwhile smiled, before shouting, "Rowan, don't just stand there, finish cleaning the aisle and don't spill any more stock."

Her heart pounding, Mia paused for a moment, waiting for the blonde security guard to catch her up. But, despite being certain that Rufus had seen her, Mia was surprised when he failed to follow after her, instead choosing to laugh at Rowan's misfortune, as she tripped over the empty bucket and landed, face first, onto the damp yarn of her mop. Breathing heavily, thinking that it might be her lucky day, Mia, to her horror, bumped into Leanne, the younger sister of Rosie's (Mia's sister) boyfriend and a tiresome, snobbish bore.

A naturally talented dancer, the five-foot-seven, twenty-year-old held her beach blonde hair in a ponytail, which elegantly reached down to her chest. Haughty and conceited, she felt that Rosie wasn't good enough for her brother and sneered at the very mention of her name. Wearing a 'Romwe', strappy, denim dress, Leanne was barely able to hide her contempt for Mia and yet couldn't help but show off to the pretty brunette. "Hi, Mia, how are you?" she asked, noticing that the youngster looked strangely out of breath. Having previously been wearing headphones, Leanne was oblivious to Mia's food fight with Rowan and thus choose to believe that the panting youngster was perennially unfit instead. Then, without allowing the teenager to answer, she joked, "Are you trying to decide which yoghurt to pour over your dainty, pretty head?" Sighing, Mia blushed, was there anybody who hadn't seen her be gunged? "Oh, no, I'm just buying some lunch", Mia mumbled, whilst wishing that she was absolutely anywhere else.

Following an awkward pause, Mia asked, "So Leanne, how's things? What have you been up to of late?" Glad for the chance to brag, the blonde began, "Did you not hear the news? Surely, Rosie must have told you. Though perhaps not, since she's really jealous of me, as always. I auditioned for a multi-millionaire music mogul, who was so impressed that he immediately insisted on forming an all-female pop group, called, 'Dazzle', with me as the lead singer, in order to show off my stunning voice. Of course, I'm the best dancer as well as the best vocalist, but the other girls are pretty good themselves, except for Gabriella, who's only selling points are that she's got a big chest and a nice arse. We release our debut single in two weeks, you must buy it, its going to be number one, it's great. I'm also going to film the video for it in a few days. So, no, to answer your question, I've not been up to much recently, I mean I'm only becoming rich and famous, without having to demean myself by getting gunged."

Awkwardly, Mia waited for Leanne to ask her what she was up to, but the blonde wasn't interested enough to even make the effort or fake the pretence of being friends. Moments later, two overly excited eighteen-year-old blondes approached the vexatious pair. The first, called Ariah, stood at five-foot-five and possessed shoulder length, curly, dirty blonde hair. Wearing red cotton trousers and an extremely tight, red and white horizontally stripped t-shirt, Ariah drew Leanne and Mia's eyes to her impressive 34D breasts. The second, an exceedingly pretty girl named Yasmin, sported piercing lime green eyes and wavy beach blonde hair, which reached down beyond her chest. Wearing a 'Right here with me', ivory, strapless dress, her much smaller chest peeked out from under her sweetheart neckline, drawing Leanne and Mia's attention away from Ariah, without even breaking sweat. Standing at five-foot-three, the teenager walked up to Mia and Leanne, gushing, "Wow, I can't believe it! It really is you, I'm your biggest fan. Please, can I have a photo? It would really make my day!"

Thinking that Yasmin was talking to her, Leanne rudely replied, "Err, no thanks, leave me alone, I'm too tired for fans today." Aggrieved for her friend, Ariah rasped, "She doesn't mean you, she's talking to Mia. Who even are you anyway?" "What? Why would you want to have Mia's photo? She's a nobody. Whereas I'm a famous singer", Leanne snappily shot back, perturbed. Vaguely recognising her, Ariah snorted, "Oh yes, I remember you now. You're in Dazzle with Gaby, aren't you? Apparently, Gaby said that Anais, the French girl, is the only one of you who can actually sing. The rest of you were chosen for your looks, except for you, Leanne, it seems." Realising that Ariah was calling her ugly, Leanne exploded, "How dare you! No one speaks to me like that. That's absolute garbage, though its true, Gaby is completely and utterly tone deaf. It's me, not Anais, who's the lead singer. Now, go away before I call the police." "Err, if that's what you think", Ariah replied, snidely, before adding, "It's a free country, we're not going anywhere. Besides, Yasmin wants a photo with Mia before we leave."

Keen to get one over Leanne, Mia turned towards the rather more nervous Yasmin and announced, "Why of course you can have a photo with me." As Yasmin squealed in delight, Ariah replied, "Great, you're ever so kind, unlike little miss oink-a-lot." Smirking, Ariah then rudely brushed passed Leanne, who sulked in vexation at being unable to think of a smart enough reply and at being continually upstaged. First Anais, now Mia, why did everyone prefer those idiots, when she had to try so hard to fulfil her dreams?

Like an excitable puppy, Yasmin bounded forward and stood next to Mia, who responded by wrapping her arm around her waist. Squeezing the blonde up against her side, Mia sparkled as Ariah took a few quick photos of the pair. Standing jealously off to the side, Leanne snarled and curled up her lip in rage. Then, to Mia's great surprise, Yasmin asked, "Hey, I don't suppose that I could pie you in the face?" "You what?" Mia replied in shock, as Leanne exploded in glee at the unexpected request. "Um" Mia began, before Leanne called out, "Go on Mia, don't be a wimp." "Oh, okay", the brunette replied, highly embarrassed at the turn of events.

Retrieving a mint chocolate chip ice-cream cake from her bag, Ariah smarmily handed it to her amiable, sweet-natured, best friend. Then, stepping backwards, Ariah bade the girls to say, 'Cheese', before Yasmin pied Mia in the face. But, before she could do so, out of nowhere, Leanne threw a lemon meringue pie at Yasmin, who never even saw it coming before it splattered into her cheeks.

Taking Yasmin's photo, Ariah perfectly captured the moment the pie exploded over the young blonde's fringe. Mia, meanwhile, was highly relieved to escape a pieing and thus took the opportunity to wrestle the mint chocolate chip ice-cream cake from Yasmin's grasp and push it instead into the embattled teenager's cheeks. Then, as the blonde girl squealed, Leanne poured a carton of runny custard over the back of her pretty head before swiftly beating a retreat.

Laughing at her best friend's misfortune, Ariah took a few more photos of her gooey, slimy, warm-hearted friend. But then, Leanne jeered, "There, much better, you don't look so ugly anymore, you little halfwit twerp." Enraged, Ariah demanded, "What did you just call my friend?" Standing up for herself, Leanne snapped back, "I called her an ugly halfwit, you obnoxious knobhead." Mightily offended, on Yasmin's behalf, more than for herself, Ariah reached into the freezer behind her and scooped out a strawberry cheesecake. Swiftly tearing off the packaging, she slammed it into Leanne's scornful, yet bewitching cheeks. Then, as the arrogant blonde wiped strawberry sauce from her eyes, Ariah slapped a raspberry trifle over the crown of her head.

Giggling, Yasmin meanwhile eyed Mia up and down and picked up a gigantic Victoria sponge cake. Keen to defend herself, Mia scooped up a pot of double cream, ripped off the lid and threw it hurriedly in Yasmin's angelic face. Then, as before, the brunette stole the Victoria sponge from Yasmin's grasp and splatted it into her cute, gooey, startled forehead.

Having insisted on Rufus leaving her alone, Rowan, after feeling guilty for teasing Mia about her sexuality, pretended not to know her assailant even one tiny bit. Similarly, the other witnesses claimed not to have got a close enough look at her attacker, though in truth, they had all been staring at Rowan and the tear in her trousers instead. Pausing for a moment, Rowan remembered how Mia had hinted that she preferred pieing girls. Suddenly, the glint in her eye, as she poured chocolate ice cream all over her, made perfect, unequivocal sense. There was no doubt about it, Mia fancied her rotten and had a fetish for pieing pretty girls in the face. So, Georgia was telling the truth after all, Mia was a lesbian, though she was wrong to taunt Mia about the rumours, nevertheless.

As she continued mopping the floor, Rowan felt the ice cream ooze down inside her bra. Hearing at least a dozen customers snigger at her, she wrongly presumed it was because she was covered in claggy, gooey, melted chocolate, rather than because her damp, sticky, pink panties, were proudly on display. In fact, her trousers were so tight that her knickers clung firmly enough to her pert backside, for the shape of her crack to be visible through the thin clammy cotton, to those brave or depraved enough to stare.

Having sent Rufus packing, Rowan soon heard the ruckus develop in the next aisle, where to, Mia had just escaped. Hearing the brunette's high-pitched prattle, Rowan figured she had better put a stop to it herself before Molly caught Mia herself. Turning the corner, Rowan crowed, "Girls, please stop this nonsense, otherwise you'll be banned from the shop for a year." "Make me", Ariah snarled, before twirling around and planting a pineapple gateau cake between Rowan's eyes with devilish glee. Wiping cream from her eyelashes, Rowan sighed and shrugged her shoulders, before deciding to gain her revenge. She was already messy, what damage could a couple more pies do to her already dishevelled, frowzy face? Picking up a carton of milk, she ripped the lid off and emptied it over poor old Yasmin, who made the mistake of retreating the smallest distance from the retaliating brunette. Shivering, the youngster gasped as the entire six litre bottle was emptied all over her pretty face and dress.

Pouring the entire bottle took far longer than Rowan had anticipated however, giving Mia enough time to sneak up behind her and pour a carton of custard all over the back of her head. "Thanks for not dobbing me in earlier", Mia cooed before ducking out of the way as Leanne splattered a cre caramel against Rowan's bedraggled forehead. Flustered, but not defeated, Rowan wrapped her right arm across Yasmin's chest, preventing the young girl's escape. Her victim trapped, Rowan emptied a carton of single cream over the top of her glistening head. Ariah and Leanne, meanwhile, bartered a brief truce, in order to throw four large cartons of yoghurt over Rowan, albeit with Yasmin inadvertently getting in the way.

Eventually wriggling free, Yasmin darted back behind Rowan in order to seek shelter from the slimy onslaught coming their way. "Hey, I can see your knickers! Your trousers are ripped wide open, do you not have any shame?" she exclaimed. Gasping, Rowan was lost for words. She thought she'd heard a rip earlier, but had dismissed it, for otherwise why hadn't Molly, Rufus or Mia warned her about the tear? Molly and Rufus, she could understand, but Mia's silence particularly stung, especially after she had covered for the kind-hearted teen.

Then, before she could do anything, Ariah and Leanne ganged up on Rowan once again. "How rude of you, to flash your panties whilst out in public! This is not how good girls should behave!" Ariah chortled, before taking Rowan by the arm and leading her over towards the freezers. Then, as Leanne took her other arm, together they bent her forwards and completely ripped open her trousers, from cheek to cheek. "Nice arse", Leanne chortled, before splattering a lemon cheesecake against Rowan's rear.

Then, as Ariah smashed an lair cake against Rowan's backside, the pretty brunette cried out, "Mia, I covered for you earlier, please, help me!" Having initially watched her rival's humiliation with great satisfaction, Mia quickly shot back to life and emptied a 500g pot of yoghurt over Leanne, blinding her instantly. Struggling free, Rowan shot back, "Thanks Mia", before glancing at her reflection in the glass door of the freezer. Once again, this hesitation proved to be a major mistake. For, as Ariah opened the front of her trousers and knickers open, Yasmin, proving creative, poured a packet of frozen peas over her moist crotch, causing her to scream. Unable to empty her knickers without exposing herself, a dazed Rowan hurried off to find Rufus, as peas continued to rub up against her clitoris.

"Wow! That was a great idea Yasmin", Ariah beamed before high fiving her skittish, giddy friend. Then, realising that they had very little time left before they were caught, Ariah turned her attention back towards Mia. For, the brunette, like Ariah, was still remarkably clean. Picking up a large chocolate mousse cake, the blonde shaped to throw it at Mia before turning sideways and splatting the mousse cake into Yasmin's pretty face, instead. Chortling, Ariah announced, "You know what? I've changed my mind, I would like a photo with Leanne after all. Mia would you do the honours please?" Grinning, Ariah handed Mia her phone and skipped back over towards the impish fiend. Eagerly accepting the offer, Mia watched on in awe as Ariah continued to pitilessly dominate the arrogant singer. Taunting the tiring Leanne, Ariah emptied not one, not two, but three cartons of custard over her bedraggled head. Coughing and spluttering, Leanne made it clear that she didn't have the energy left to retaliate. Playing to the camera, Ariah refused to show the blonde any sympathy and splatted an Oreo cheesecake into Leanne's formerly pristine face. Her performance complete, Ariah called Yasmin over and ordered the teen to splatter a tiramisu over the top of the pop singer's head.

Unable to find Rufus, Rowan had regretfully turned to Molly for help. "Another food fight has broken out and they've ripped my trousers", she whimpered before twirling around and showing Molly her knickers. Chortling, Molly pinched Rowan's bottom before chiding her, "No, you ripped your own trousers twenty minutes ago, bending over. I tried to tell you, but you just wouldn't listen." Continuing her lie, Molly exclaimed, "I've had a few customers complain about your conduct and tardiness, so, you know what that means don't you?" Slapping the girl viciously on the backside, Molly explained, "That's your third warning, so go and wait for me in my office, whilst I sort out this mess."

As a blushing Rowan trudged off, the ecstatic Molly shouted, "Rufus, the girl who pied Rowan has just started another food fight. Break the culprits up and bring them to my office." "Alright boss!" Rufus replied, before doing a double take as he watched Rowan walk passed him, with her knickers hanging out her trousers. "Don't you dare say anything", Rowan scowled, before trying to cover her backside with her hands, as Rufus lewdly continued to stare.

Yasmin, meanwhile, realising that Ariah was still spotless, was severely tempted to toss the tiramisu back in her nest mate's face. But, hearing Molly shout Rufus over, Ariah took a few steps back and turned around, pretending to be out shopping with Mia instead. So, with Mia and Ariah blending in with the watching crowd, it was only Yasmin and Leanne who caught Rufus' eye, as he ran down the aisle, determined to put a stop to the escapade. "You two, stop what you're doing", he demanded before threatening to call the police. Timidly doing as she was told, Yasmin put the tiramisu back down on the shelf. But then, Leanne scooped it up and splattered it over the top of her head. With the crowd, complicit in their deception, identifying them as the only two suspects, Rufus ordered the two blondes to follow him to Molly's office. Staring at her shoes, Ariah whispered to Mia, "Don't you dare say anything."

Protesting loudly, Leanne blamed everything on Mia. But Rufus, failing to take the gunked blonde seriously, scolded her for making up lies, for if Mia was involved, then surely, she would also be messy, like herself. Lost for words, Leanne made a double take at her newly sworn enemy. Just how had Ariah and Mia managed to stay clean? Ranting, Leanne effused that the security footage would prove her innocence, only for Yasmin to contradict her and cover for her friends. "It was just us two, nobody else was involved", the teenager insisted, rather convincingly.

Hearing Yasmin absolve her, Mia felt guilty for allowing her to take all the blame. If she didn't own up, the poor teenager could face a bill worth hundreds of pounds, when, in the most part, she had only really been trying to defend herself, except for when she emptied the frozen peas down Rowan's knickers. Her conscious eating away at her, Mia was ready to admit full culpability. But then, just as she was about to own up, her phone began to vibrate.

"Hi, Mia", her sister, Rosie, began. "I've got a big favour to ask you. Mike, rather unhelpfully, told our boss about our impending appearance on 'Nemesis.' Intrigued, Dawn, my boss, has watched that clip of you on the internet. Though she disproves of you flashing your bum, she's delighted that we've chosen the hospital as our charity. So tomorrow, she would like us both to help publicise the fundraising effort for the new children's wing. Dawn's invited the local newspaper over at two and would like us both to be there. Please, Mia, can you make it? It would mean the world to me." "Of course, Rosie, I'd love to help", Mia replied, her heart skipping a beat. They were going to be in the local newspaper, unlike Leanne, unless she appeared in the 'in the dock' section, for the damage caused to the supermarket freezers!

Remembering herself, Mia glanced around. Ariah, inevitably, had already slipped away, leaving her kind-hearted friend behind to face the consequences by herself. Sobbing, Leanne was protesting that she was being set up and that if she was charged, it would ruin her career. Feeling bad for the blonde, Mia realised that if she too didn't leave now, she might also be detained. But then, she could hardly leave Yasmin to her fate when she was covering for her ungrateful friend.

With the door to the office, slightly ajar, Mia considered leaning in and listening to their conversation. "Rufus, where is the brunette?" Molly asked him. "I told you, I told you!" Leanne shouted triumphantly. "What brunette?" Rufus asked, confused. "The one who emptied ice cream over Rowan", Molly explained. "No, I did it", Yasmin lied, only for Rowan to contradict her, claiming, "No, it was definitely Mia." Frustrated, Leanne decried, "What are you doing? Go look for her before she runs away!" "Excuse me, I give the orders around here", Molly snarled, irate. Shrugging, Rowan added, "Actually, knowing Mia, I reckon that she's still here." "Boss, should I go look for her?" Rufus asked, confused and ashamed. "No, she can wait. In the meantime, tell me what you think we should do with this pair", Molly declared.

"Well, since the stock was already damaged, the food was going to go to waste anyway. I reckon you could claim the food fight was a publicity stunt for tomorrow and nobody would be any the wiser, would they? So, why don't we let her go, if she allows us both to pie her in the face?" Enraged, Leanne snarled, "How dare you, I won't let you anywhere near me, you disgusting beast." Chortling, Molly shot back, "No, not you, he means Yasmin. She's a hundred times prettier than you, even when covered in cake, my dear."

Smiling shyly and charmed by the unexpected compliment, Yasmin cooed, "Oh, well, go on then." Keen to be released, the young blonde beamed as Rufus splattered a humongous chocolate fudge cake into her bewitching face. Molly, meanwhile, launched a large banoffee pie at the pretty dishevelled blonde, who gamely took her punishment with grace. "You're free to go", Molly remarked, as Yasmin wiped cream from her cheeks. Having already reviewed the footage, the assistant manager knew Yasmin wasn't at fault, but liked Rufus' idea of pieing her before telling her the truth. Gawking in exasperation at the news, Yasmin held her tongue, in case Molly changed her mind and decided to charge her instead.

Escaping as quickly as she could, Yasmin slid through the doors, only to bump into the eavesdropping Mia. Unable to find her friend, Yasmin asked, "Where's Ariah?" Grimacing, Mia replied, "She ran off, I'm afraid." Rolling her eyes, Yasmin moaned, "I'm so going to kill her", before stomping her feet, feeling betrayed. Playfully curtsying, Mia added, "Oh, thanks for covering for me, by the way." Raising a smile, Yasmin replied, "No problem, but if I was you, I'd follow Ariah's example and leave. They know it was you, Rowan's admitted it. Anyway, why are you still here?" "I couldn't just leave you, besides I want to know what happens to Leanne, I can't wait to tell my friends." Taking her leave, Yasmin ran after Ariah, whilst Mia, continued to listen in.

Whining, Leanne complained, "How come you let Yasmin leave, but not me?" Revelling in her power, Molly replied, "Be patient, I'll explain why in a minute." Turning to Rufus, Molly asked, "There's a girl listening into our conversation, just outside the door, would you kindly show her in? Then, would you please return to the shop floor and tell the others not to disturb me, as I'm taking an early break."

Startled, Mia didn't have time to react before Rufus opened the door into her face. "Ow!" the brunette cried, as Leanne tauntingly chanted, "That's her, that's Mia! I told you she was trouble, why didn't you just listen to me in the first place?" Shrugging his shoulders, Rufus was unable to reply in time before Molly shushed him and waved him away. Caught red-handed, Mia stepped inside Molly's office, confessing, "Alright, I admit it, it was me." Pausing, as she moved forwards, Mia's attention was caught by the pillory to her right. Suddenly, she regretted having come clean. Leanne, likewise, only just clocked the existence of the wooden frame. "Yyyou're not going to make us step inside that are you?" Mia stuttered, chillingly afraid. Chuckling, Molly admitted, "Well, it's severely tempting, I have to admit. Plus, it would be well deserved, since, for a start, Leanne, I could have you done for assault, after ripping open Rowan's trousers, in a public place."

On cue, Rowan twirled around, showing the girls her knickers. Reacting, as fast a lightning, Molly slapped her on the rear. Almost begging, Leanne cried, "Please, please, I'll do anything, please don't report me to the police." Smirking, Molly replied, "Good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, I have no intention of doing so, as long as you agree to what I have to say. But, first, why don't you freshen up, for your dripping copious amounts of custard, onto my carpet, as we speak. There's a towel, face flannel and a change of clothes for you in the toilet opposite. But, whatever you do, don't keep me waiting. If you're not back in five minutes, I will call the police."

Highly relieved, Leanne was glad to get out of her claggy dress. Harrumphing, she sped out of Molly's office and washed herself clean. "Hey, can I go and get changed?" Rowan asked, similarly keen. "No chance, I haven't finished with you yet. Besides I want you to introduce me to your friend", Molly explained. "Oh, this is Mia. We were in the same year at school. In a few weeks, she's going to be appearing on the gunge gameshow 'Nemesis' with her sister", Rowan said. Intrigued, Molly replied, "Is she now? How interesting. So, Mia, do you have any funny stories about Rowan that you would like to share?" Grinning, Mia beamed, "Well, there was this one time, where, during a geography field trip, Rowan kissed a girl for a dare, who responded by pushing her into a lake!"

Giggling, Mia told Molly the story as Rowan listened helplessly on, blushing almost the entire way. Once Mia had finished, Leanne returned, her skin blemish free. Only the singer's blonde, bedraggled hair betrayed any signs that she'd been caked in the face. Wearing a white top and a dark blue, midi skirt, Leanne certainly turned Mia's head. Due to their frosty relationship, Mia had never considered Leanne attractive before today. But, the fright of being arrested had unveiled a new-found sense of vulnerability in the blonde, which Mia found strangely appealing. No longer the arrogant, brash, conceited cow, Leanne seemed tender, timid and afraid.

Acknowledging Leanne's return, Molly locked the door to her office once again. "Right, girls, I have a great idea", she began, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Continuing, she explained, "How about we play a quick game and then we can forget about all that happened here today? Whoever triumphs wins a prize, whilst the loser agrees to help me out with tomorrow's charity event. You see, I don't want to get slimed and I'd much rather a minor local celebrity take my place. Now, Leanne, I'll even agree to promote your new single, regardless of the outcome of the game. So, girls, what do you think?"

Leanne desperately didn't want to get slimed, but the threat of being arrested made her consent to Molly's suggestion right away. Desperately wanting to see Leanne gunged, Mia assented, rather too enthusiastically. "Fine, I'll do it", Rowan huffed, annoyed at the other two, for going along with Molly's silly game. "Oh, no, Rowan, you're not playing", Molly replied, a smirk rising upon her face. "No? Good, then I can go then?" the brunette replied, rather naively. "Certainly not", Molly cackled. "You see, today, you earned three warnings, which means you get to spend the next hour in the pillory! Plus, since you seem to like showing off your knickers so much, why don't you strip down to your underwear before we begin!"

Caught by surprise, Rowan gasped in horror, only to admit that her soiled top and trousers were beginning to seriously chaff and itch. Blushing, she then stripped down to her matching, dark pink, lingerie. Showing off, the salacious brunette flaunted her curves before cheekily blowing Mia a kiss. Giddy with excitement, Mia lustfully looked the stunning teenager up and down, who then rather spoilt the mood, by fishing some more frozen peas out of her knickers. Intrigued, Molly watched as Leanne likewise began checking Rowan out, but far more surreptitiously than Mia.

Cackling, Molly lead Rowan to the pillory before fastening her in. Slapping the brunette on the backside, the assistant manager explained, "You'll both get five wet sponges to throw at Rowan. Whoever hits her in the face the most times wins. Retrieving the two buckets from a cupboard, Molly explained, "We were going to use them tomorrow, I don't normally keep them here." Mia, meanwhile, dipped her finger into the pale. Shivering with excitement, she noted that the water was ice cold, which Molly confirmed by wiping a damp sponge across Rowan's angelic face. "There, much better", Molly cooed, as Rowan cursed under her breath.

Winning the toss of a coin, Mia wisely chose to go second. For, unlike Leanne, she had never been very good at sport at school and wanted to copy her technique. Determined to beat Mia, Leanne confidently threw the first sponge, splat into the centre of Rowan's face. Water exploding all over her, Rowan sputtered that she'd soon get her revenge. Leanne's second sponge splattered against Rowan's forehead and the third struck the brunette's right cheek; the poor teenager was defenceless as the athletic singer threw her weapons with both precision and rage. Cheering Leanne's every throw, Molly marvelled at how easy it had been to gain her revenge. Rowan had walked right into her trap and now she was going to pay.

Refusing to let Molly beat her, Rowan blurted, "Molly, how's Richard? I bet he would love to see me here, in my underwear." Enraged, Molly picked up a third bucket and threw its entire contents over the brunette's bragging face. "Rowan, don't bring my boyfriend into this", Molly seethed, as Leanne and Mia looked at each other, afraid. Screaming in shock, as water cascaded down over her chin and forehead, Rowan cried, "Molly, I was joking, I was just being a tease." "So was I", Molly lied before scowling and stepping safely out of the way.

Feeling cocky, Leanne juggled the fourth sponge before aiming fire at the pretty brunette. But, just as she was about to throw, Rowan jerked her head slightly, to the left. Aiming to put the arrogant blonde off, the brunette cheered when the sponge, instead, thudded against her lithe midriff. But, as ever, Rowan's hubris proved to be extremely short-lived. For, sliding down her stomach, the sponge somehow lodged inside the brunette's knickers, much to the seething Leanne's glee. Shuddering, as the cold polyester rubbed against her waist, Rowan wiggled her hips in order to loosen its grip. The sponge held firm however, with Rowan only managing to cause her knickers to slip slightly, revealing the top of her crack to Mia. "Nice bum!" the brunette cooed, as Rowan ironically blew her a kiss.

Trying to put Leanne off once more, Rowan blew her a raspberry, only for the athletic blonde to fire the sponge directly at her chin. Her mouth agape, the sponge remarkably lodged directly between her tongue and her teeth. Sputtering, Rowan spat the sponge out and pouted as water continued to dribble down from her fringe, onto her cheeks.

Once she had finished laughing, Molly remarked, "Well done Leanne, four out of five ain't bad, Mia you're really up against it, I fear. Gulping, Mia nodded, for her record in messy games up to now, really hadn't been that great. Clenching her fists, the brunette was just composing herself when Leanne lightly pushed her out the way. Striding forwards, the blonde opened up the back of Rowan's knickers and poured the entire contents of her bucket, over her bare backside, chiding, "That's for causing me to miss." Taunting Rowan, Leanne pulled her knickers down far enough to expose the tattoo of 'Belle' to Mia and Molly once again. Then, after snapping the panties back at Rowan's backside, she fished out the lodged sponge and wiped it against the teenager's face. "Ew! Gross!" a shocked Mia, hesitatingly exclaimed.

Transfixed, by Rowan's bare bottom, Mia was barely able to concentrate as it became her turn to begin. Trying to ape Leanne's style, Mia's first throw was lucky to just strike the left side of Rowan's face. The second, rather unbelievably, then landed on the crown of Rowan's pretty head. Pouting, the brunette huffed as water from the sponge, slowly oozed down over her face. Shaking her head, Rowan spluttered as the sponge eventually slithered down her cheeks. Vowing her revenge, Rowan began, "Mia, just you" before the third sponge cut her off by slapping against her chin.

For the first time, Leanne started to grow a little worried. Mia was useless at sports, just how was she on the verge of beating her today? Two more throws and she would be getting gunged, which Mia, Rosie and Mike would never let her forget. With baited breath, the blonde waited for Mia to make a fatal mistake. Feeling cocky, Mia tried to catch Rowan off guard once again. Throwing her fourth shot with far too much force, Mia cursed as it bounced off the wall to her left. Then, to everyone's astonishment, the sponge ricocheted against Rowan's unsuspecting face.

Disgruntled, Rowan tried to put Mia off her final throw by repeatedly jerking her head. Not to be deterred, Mia closed one eye, before aiming just off to the left. Watching on in horror, Leanne cursed as Rowan foolishly jerked the wrong way. Striking Rowan on the nose, Mia threw her hands up in jubilation at her close fought victory.

Watching Leanne cry in anguish, Molly soothed, "Don't worry, there's a chance that you won't get gunged yet. You'll have to play another game on Sunday however, which will be much harder than this. So, Leanne, could you get here for eleven tomorrow, dressed in your finest gym wear?" Distraught, Leanne nodded before scowling at Rowan, who responded childishly, by blowing her a kiss.

Exultant, Mia asked, "So, what is this grand prize you promised me for winning?" "Open up the cupboard behind you, I promise, you will not be disappointed", Molly exclaimed. Intrigued, Mia crept forward and pulled open the door to reveal eight cream pies and five buckets of gunk. Chortling, Molly beamed, "Beautiful Rowan is now yours to decorate how you wish!" Rolling her eyes, Rowan sighed as Mia splatted the first cream pie into her bewitching cheeks. Gushing, Mia admitted, "You've always been so unbelievably pretty, its been a dream of mine, for years, to pie you in the face."

Then, picking up two more pies, she gave the brunette a vicious pie sandwich, rubbing her hands greedily over Rowan's nose, eyebrows and cheeks. Her face enveloped by the greasy purple gunk, Rowan made the mistake of licking her lips, before spitting out the rancid cream. "Ew, how long has this been in the cupboard?" the brunette asked before Mia tipped a bucket of baked beans over her face.

Watching on in interest, Leanne remarked how satisfying it was to watch an extraordinarily gorgeous girl getting covered in goo. The blonde had never been in a food fight before and found the thrill of pieing Rowan, in particular, the most lewd, lubricious turn on that she began to question whether she was queer. Confused and embarrassed by her vulgar urges, Leanne reflected that though she loved dominating over Yasmin and Rowan, she felt abashed and debased when she was the one being submissive. Perhaps she would grow to love it, over time, but for now, she preferred to being the one to smash pies in another teenager's face. Hence, though she admired how Mia turned Rowan into a work of art, she felt awkward being seen by the others, rapaciously enjoying the display.

Taunting Rowan, Mia, meanwhile, emptied a bucket of thick, lumpy custard over the squirming brunette. Bending down, Mia licked a slither of the yellow dessert sauce off Rowan's slippery left cheek. Bending down, Mia whispered, "Rowan, would you mind if things got a little bit more risqu" Pausing for a moment, Rowan reflected that it was obvious that Mia and Leanne desired her like mad, though the brunette was perhaps more forward and open about her true feelings. Molly, meanwhile, was far more difficult to read. She thought she liked her but kept sending her mixed messages. Her three assailants were all fully clothed, whilst she was poised to take off her knickers. But, Rowan felt a buzz out of feeling wanted and desired, it made her feel truly special. Furthermore, she loved putting on a show and being the centre of attention. It had always been her secret, forbidden desire to play the submissive, virtuous, innocent in a provocative, raunchy orgy. But, never in her wildest dreams, did she think that all her fellow lovers would all be attractive women.

"Ay, go on then, do your worst, you can go all the way if you wish", Rowan replied, giggling. Overjoyed by Rowan's response, Mia opened up the back of the brunette's dark pink knickers. Pausing, to allow the suddenly bashful, shy Leanne, the chance to gaze upon Rowan's delightful derriere, Mia then poured a bucket of egg yolk over her bewitching rear. Tauntingly, Mia then pulled the thin cotton back as far as it would go, before releasing her grip so that Rowan's panties slapped violently against her hips. Then, Mia, pulled the teenager's knickers up to above her waist, giving her the most painful, debasing wedgie that either Molly or Leanne had ever seen.

"Is that all you've got?" a wincing Rowan purred, encouraging Mia to continue. Smiling, the brunette unhooked Rowan's bra, revealing her perfect breasts. Catching the shy Leanne avert her eyes, Rowan murmured, "Its okay, you can look if you like, I'm not embarrassed being naked." Then, as Leanne slowly returned her gaze, Mia crept up behind Rowan and rubbed two more cream pies against her breasts, taking care to cover every single last inch of skin.

Feeding off the energy in the room, a rapturous Mia then removed Rowan's panties, leaving the stunning teenager completely naked, save for the pillory covering her wrists and neck. Without letting up Mia poured a bucket of thick, lumpy porridge over Rowan's back, marvelling at how the gunk slathered down towards her rear. Taking two more giant green cream pies, she then slapped them against Rowan's taut backside before massaging them into her gorgeously silky skin. Savouring the moment, Mia glanced down, once more, over the naked teen. Previously, it had always been herself who had been left in a compromising position. Oh, how wonderful it was, to finally be the one in control and dictating the destruction of the exceedingly pretty brunette. Naked and covered in gunk, Rowan looked good enough to eat. "Like what you see girls?" Rowan taunted as the three women couldn't take their eyes off her breasts.

Idly, Mia began to trace her fingers down the small of the brunette's back, tickling her, before spotting a stray hair upon her rear. Cheekily, she pulled the hair out, causing Rowan to shriek in pain, at the surprising viciousness of her dominatrix.

"Oh dear, does Rowan need to have a wax?" asked Molly, having, thus far, felt left out of the kinky display. Grinning, the blonde pulled out four waxing strips from her desk drawer before waving them teasingly at her victim. Nervous and pensive about what awaited her, Rowan squeaked, "Okay, but don't go anywhere near my bush, please."

Struggling to get the first strip to stick, Molly asked Leanne to pour a glass of water over Rowan's wiggling rear. Delighted to help out, the blonde forgot herself for a brief moment and slapped Rowan's backside three times, indecorously. Far more gently, Mia then rubbed Rowan's bottom dry, with Leanne's towel from earlier. "Hmm, Mia, would you mind distracting Rowan somehow, for otherwise, this is going to sting a bit?" Molly requested. "Of course," the brunette replied before asking Rowan, "May I?" and kissing her tenderly on the lips. Then, one by one, Molly applied the wax strips to Rowan's backside before rubbing them gently and tearing them away. Pleased to have Mia as a distraction, Rowan kissed the girl out of curiosity, but unlike Mia, didn't really feel anything.

Molly, meanwhile, was in her element, continually rubbing her palm up and down Rowan's rear. Taking great pleasure in causing the brunette to yelp in pain, Molly bent down, pushed Rowan's legs slightly apart and stared at her vulva. Then, unable to help herself, she poked the brunette's labia, teasingly.

Watching on in silence, Leanne couldn't believe Molly's brazen-faced impudence. But, Rowan, busy kissing Mia, barely even noticed a thing. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Leanne found the scene before her tantalisingly obscene. The blonde marvelled in bewilderment at how easily Mia and Molly dominated Rowan, who seemed to be encouraging them every single step of the way. Unable to fully understand her urges, Leanne accidentally caught Mia's eye, who asked her, "Would you like to kiss her instead?" "Err, no, of course not", Leanne lied, before nervously looking the opposite way.

Ripping the final wax strip from Rowan's sore backside, a euphoric Molly announced, "Drat, I missed a hair. Leanne, could you pass me my tweezers? They're in the bottom drawer of my desk, I think." Bemused, the blonde opened the drawer and blindly rummaged around the mess that hid within. Her fingers lingering on a peculiarly shaped object, Leanne sputtered, crying, "WWWhy do you have one of these at work?" whilst almost terror-stricken.

Looking up, Molly feebly replied, "It's not mine, honest. Oh, okay, it is, but I wasn't going to use it here." Utterly confused, Rowan asked, "Mia, what are they talking about?" Suddenly, a dirty thought spread across Mia's face. Without bothering to reply, she glanced over at Molly before suggesting, "Shall we?" and collapsing in a fit of giggles.

"Yeah, why not? What a great idea", Molly replied, before asking, "Leanne, you don't object do you?" Shaking her head, Leanne remarked, "Rowan, you're going to really enjoy this, trust me." Gaining confidence, Leanne hid the mystery object from sight before handing it over to Molly. Then, watching on in awe, she purred as Molly eased the rabbit vibrator inside Rowan's pussy. Pushing the vibrator into the brunette's vagina, Molly took care to equally press it up against her dainty clitoris. Rubbing the vibrator up against and inside Rowan's vulva, Molly smirked, as the brunette sighed, "Oh my God! Molly, I can't believe you" Rowan began before collapsing into a spasm of gasps and shrieks. Joking, Mia remarked, "Looks like Leanne was right, Rowan's really loving this!"

Continuing to work the vibrator around Rowan's vagina, Molly warned her, "Not too loud, we don't want anyone to hear us. Come to think of it, we were probably due back ten minutes ago. Oh well, we'll be okay, as long as nobody tells Trevor."

Working the vibrator around Rowan's clitoris, Molly felt the most liberated and sexually gratified that she had in years. Her sex life with her boyfriend had grown painfully stale, hence why she'd bought the vibrator in the first place. But using it on Rowan, instead of herself, was just so completely, unexpectedly, fulfilling.

Mia, meanwhile, began to fondle Rowan's breasts as she continued to kiss her lips. "Mia, you know I'm not a lesbian right?" Rowan asked her, in between her unadulterated screams. "Yeah, I know, though I reckon you like this more than you care to admit", Mia replied before sticking her tongue inside Rowan's mouth and pinching her left nipple. Chortling, Molly remarked, "Just you wait Rowan, by the end of today, we'll make you bisexual, I swear."

Leanne, meanwhile, had to stop herself as she slid her hand inside her skirt. Unwilling to look weak and admit her true feelings in front of Mia, the blonde blushed in embarrassment when the brunette caught her red-handed, her fingers inside her knickers. "Leanne, if you want to put your hands to good use, Rowan still has a spare nipple", she teased.

Though she was a lesbian, Mia had only just come out of the closet and even then, only to her sister and her best friends. Thus, she had never gone this far with another girl before and felt like experimenting on the attractive brunette. Grinning at Leanne, Mia then bent down and sucked on Rowan's left nipple. Then, after caressing Rowan's teat with her tongue, she paused to implore, "Leanne, you don't know what you're missing."

Emboldened, Leanne threw off her shackles and kissed Rowan on the lips, passionately. Slipping her tongue inside the teenager's mouth, she intertwined her own appendage with the teen's. Kissing back, Rowan was on the verge of climaxing, but didn't want the moment to end. Laughing, Molly remarked, "No offence Mia, but I think Rowan prefers Leanne, she can't get enough of her lips!" Taking control, Leanne grasped Rowan's spare breast in her hand as she continued to snog her intensely.

Giving back as good as she got, Rowan returned her kiss voraciously. Molly was right, she did prefer Leanne over Mia. There was something daring, something minacious and reckless about her that just made her so alluring and forbidden. Once she grew in confidence, Rowan was sure that Leanne would make a prodigious dominatrix, for she already had the required sassy attitude and knowing sneer. Following Mia's lead, Leanne then began to suck on Rowan's spare nipple. Watching the three girls embrace, Molly felt rather left out a little. But, unwilling to kiss the brunette herself, she grew content in pleasuring her clitoris.

Pausing for a moment, Mia watched as kissing Leanne, Rowan continued to orgasm and scream. Feeling jealous, the brunette demanded, "My turn", and bade Molly to step aside so she could take control of the vibrator. Pulling open Rowan's labia, Mia slipped her fingers inside the brunette's vagina and over her wet clitoris. Working the vibrator inside Rowan's vulva, Mia was perhaps more forceful than she meant to be. For, today, was the first time she had ever touched another girl's privates, though she had, of course, let Ava touch her intimately. Nervously, she gazed inside Rowan's vulva and marvelled at the beauty of the female body.

After two minutes of giving intense pleasure to Rowan, Mia passed the vibrator back to Molly, announcing, "Rowan, I want to try something intimate." Pausing, in order to gather up the courage, Mia watched as Molly began to trace the vibrator over Rowan's taut stomach and spare nipple with glee. Then, Mia bent down and kissed Rowan's mons pubis whilst clutching her backside with one hand and gently rubbing the brunette's clitoris with the other. Quickening her pace, Mia then moved down to kissing Rowan's labia as she tightened her grip on her buttocks. Watching Rowan orgasm, Molly handed Leanne the vibrator, dashed back to the cupboard and returned with three more cream pies, which she, one by one, ground into the brunette's beauteous face. Rubbing the cream filling up and over Rowan's cheeks, Molly marvelled as Mia began to lick the teenager's clitoris. Continuing to finger Rowan's vulva, Mia grew in encouragement as Molly demanded, "Harder, harder, keep going Mia!" Leanne meanwhile, continued to suck the brunette's left nipple whilst running the vibrator over her other breast.

Nevertheless, after two minutes, though she was orgasming, Rowan still hadn't climaxed yet. "Mia, you're doing it all wrong", Leanne snidely snorted with impatience. Pushing the brunette aside, Leanne began to finger Rowan, before blowing into her vulva and kissing and rubbing her clitoris. Sure enough, after barely a minute, Rowan screamed out in ecstasy and climaxed, screaming with exultant glee. Shrugging her shoulders, Leanne explained, "My ex-boyfriend was an expert at this." Moments later, Leanne added the caveat, "Mia, if you ever tell anyone about today, I will kill you, believe me."

Watching with glee as Rowan wearily panted, Molly rasped, "Girls, hang on, there's still another bucket left!" Glancing to her left, Mia noted that it was four times the size of the others. Unfortunately, for Rowan, it was also filled to the brim with tomato pasta sauce, which Molly knew she despised, vehemently. Crowing in delight, Molly boasted, "I saved this bucket just for you, in the hope that I'd get to use it, on you, one day. It's a shame then, that Mia gets to pour it on you, not me." "Oh, don't worry Molly, I have an idea that will please everyone, except for Rowan, maybe", Mia giggled.

Mia, with Leanne's help, then picked up all the errant sponges, scattered around the office. The teen then dipped the first sponge into the bucket of pasta sauce, submerging it for ten seconds, tauntingly. Blowing Rowan, a raspberry, the teenager then threw the sponge directly at her gooey forehead. Laughing, Mia then purposefully aimed the next two sponges at Rowan's crotch, who replied, "Mia, I'll get you for this, trust me!" Then, after throwing a fourth sponge at Rowan's cheeks, Mia turned to the others and asked, "Would you two like to join in? There's enough sponges and pasta sauce left to torment Rowan for week!"

Needing no second invitation, Molly and Leanne eagerly strode forwards and spent the next ten minutes splattering sponge after sponge over Rowan's naked frame. Accidentally swallowing a mouthful, the brunette cursed, "I hate pasta sauce, I hate it! I can't think of a worse punishment than this!" Cheekily, Leanne began to rub a sponge over Rowan's backside, whilst Molly scrubbed one over her forehead. Bending down, the blonde then whispered, "This is payback for stripping off in front of Richard. I can't trust him, anymore; every time we have sex, he's always thinking about you, instead of me. One of his stupid, pathetic friends, got drunk and spilled his secret. "But it was your idea", Rowan wailed, in defence of her stupidity. "No, Richard had his eyes closed. You weren't supposed to actually take off your underwear. If Rufus hadn't had walked in, no one would ever have noticed. Trust me, this is all your doing."

Thinking they had finished, Mia moved to put the sponges away in the cupboard but opened the wrong door by mistake. "Hey, guys, can we use this as the grand finale?" she asked, expectantly. Glancing over, Molly remarked, "Oh, absolutely! Mia, you're full of great ideas aren't you, today?" Gulping, Rowan watched in trepidation as Leanne and Mia pushed the paddling pool, filled to the brim with melted chocolate, to right in front of the old, oak pillory. Then, Molly pulled up the wooden frame, allowing Rowan a few moments to stretch her limbs before she was pushed, head first, into the chocolate gunk, disappearing under the surface, completely.

Trying to impress Leanne, whilst also ignoring Molly, Rowan began to play around in the pool, covering every last inch of her skin in the gooey chocolate. Then, Mia brought out six packets of flour and gave two each to Leanne and Molly. Together, they took it in turns to empty their bags over the squirming teenager, who continued to play around in the chocolate, absent-mindedly. Rising to her knees, Rowan blew Leanne a kiss before Mia and Molly pelted her with five cream pies, which struck her face, crotch and bosom before sliding down, comically over her chocolatey skin. Rubbing the cream over her body, Rowan remarked, "Well, at least I won't get messy tomorrow, its Leanne's turn, isn't it?" Shaking her head, Molly splatted the final pie against the teenager's face, crowing, "Oh no, Rowan, you are, I assure you and you'll make an even greater mess!"
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The next day, Mia rolled out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. After taking off her nightie and pulling her cotton knickers down her legs, she stared at her naked, reflected image, unimpressed. "She liked Rowan, she really, really did. So, it hurt like mad for the brunette to prefer Leanne over herself yesterday. What had she done wrong, was she not as beautiful as her mortal enemy? But why, out of everyone, did Rowan have prefer the arrogant singer? Leanne was insufferable at the best of times, she was always showing off and spouting how brilliant she was at absolutely everything. She was even better at her at cunnilingus and yet she claimed to not even be a lesbian! But, today, at least, the cocky blonde would be getting her comeuppance. For, in three hours' time, Leanne would be getting gunged in front of all their friends.

Stepping in to the shower, the teenager began to touch herself as she daydreamed about using the rabbit vibrator on Rowan once again. The stunning brunette looked so perfect covered in whipped cream, flour and chocolate, it was obscene. Yesterday, was the first time that she had ever truly kissed and fondled a girl so intimately. Yes, Jessica had kissed her before but only for a dare and the redhead had made it clear that she didn't wan to take things any further, anyway. Yes, Ava had fondled her, but the brunette, was yet to pluck up the courage to allow Mia to return the favour. So, yesterday's experience with Rowan would live with Mia forever, it was a moment she would never forget.

Massaging shampoo into her scalp, Mia was startled to hear the whirl of the doorbell. Both her parents and sister were already out, the teenager would have to go and answer it, in her state of undress. Wrapping a towel across her chest, the damp youngster ran downstairs and slowly opened the door to reveal Georgia, one of her oldest friends. Also a close pal of Rowan's, the five-foot-four, eighteen-year-old possessed painstakingly plaited, golden blonde hair and was wearing a light blue, vintage, bandage, spaghetti strap dress.

"I thought we agreed to meet in town", Mia cried out in surprise. "Oh, no, I changed my mind, besides, I did text you", Georgia reminded her. "Oh, sorry. Look, I'm halfway through a shower", the brunette began, before Georgia cut her off, asserting, "Oh, I don't mind, we can chat in the bathroom, I've seen you naked dozens of times already."

Closing the front door behind her, Mia tore off her towel and exclaimed, "Well, in that case, tell me, do you find me attractive?" Sputtering, Georgia stared at her friend's damp, glistening, nubile body. "Erm, well, look, I'm not a lesbian. But, Mia, you are incredibly pretty. Look, what's happened? Why are you asking me?" "Oh, I'll tell you later, but in the mean-time, can you give me the low-down about what's happening at the supermarket?"

Picking up the towel, Georgia snapped it viciously against Mia's cute, lissom rear. "I shall, but you had better hurry up and have your shower, for we don't want to miss a thing." Then, chasing her naked friend up the stairs, Georgia snapped the towel against Mia's sleek backside four more times whilst giggling incessantly.

Though Mia had been planning on going anyhow, Georgia had actually invited her, not realising a thing. Watching her naked friend soap herself in the shower, the blonde began, "You do remember Rowan from school, don't you?" Sighing in relief, Mia reflected that luckily Rowan hadn't yet told Georgia about yesterday. "Oh, vaguely, I remember that she was very pretty. But she didn't like me, did she? I can't wait to see her get slimed later!" "Oh, well, I think she thought you were a bit of a swot. But, I'm sure, she'll grow to like you", Georgia replied, wistfully. "You know, other than the time she fell in the lake, she's never really got messy before; she's going to absolutely hate it", the teenager continued. Suppressing a giggle, Mia thought to herself, "Georgia, you really haven't the foggiest", before continuing to rub soap between her legs.

Massaging shampoo into her hair, Mia wiggled her bum, asking, "Come on, honestly, do I look sexy?" "Of course, you do!" her friend replied, before asking, "Go on, show us your bush then." Twirling around, Mia spread her legs open wide and cried, "Ta-dah", causing Georgia to sputter as she stared at her friend's labia. "Mia, I was joking!" the teenager cried, before adding, "You are gorgeous though, petal." Continuing to wash her hair, Mia asked, "Georgia, you haven't told anyone that I'm a lesbian, have you?" "No, why?" the blonde replied, apprehensively. "Oh, well I think Leanne knows and I'm scared she might tell everyone", Mia continued. Breathing a sigh of relief, Georgia knew she hadn't told Leanne, only Rowan. Thus, since Rowan didn't know Leanne, she was in the clear.

"Why, Mia, has she said anything?" Georgia asked, concerned for her well-being. "No, not yet, but I think she has her suspicions. Anyhow, she's getting gunged today also, it's going to be amazing!" "What, I didn't know that!" Georgia cried, worried that Rowan might, after all, have spilled her secret.

Stepping out the shower, Mia began to towel herself down before pointing towards her outfit. "Georgia, don't you think this looks amazing?" she asked her expectantly. Jealously the blonde stared at the light purple, sleeveless, chiffon, pleated dress and suddenly felt incredibly upstaged by her friend. "Oh, Mia, its perfect. It would be such a shame to get it messy", she added, teasingly.
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Abi, an ambitious newspaper reporter, arrived at the local supermarket, with her trusty photographer/cameraman Graham. Aged twenty-six, Abi stood at five-foot-six and boasted shoulder length, wavy chestnut hair and looked absolutely stunning in her long, white, JoJo dress, which clung tightly to her willowy figure. Sighing at the prospect of the busy day ahead of her, she felt stuck in her current job, feeling bored and unfulfilled as she reported on silly, fluff, inconsequential pieces.

Aged twenty-eight, bespectacled Graham possessed scruffy, sandy blonde hair and if it wasn't for his scrawny, almost anaemic, five-foot-nine physique, he could almost be considered handsome. As it was however, few women ever took a second glance at him. Constantly bossed around by the rude, arrogant Abi, he felt that the attractive reporter ought to be taught a valuable lesson. Hence, he'd volunteered the pair to cover the two features at the hospital and the supermarket, knowing full well that poor Abi could end the day exceedingly messy.

Stepping inside, Abi glanced at the apparatus in front of her. The store, having recovered from the electrical outage the day before, boasted a white bath, a giant red gunge tank and four large trolleys laden of pies and buckets. Meanwhile, an extremely hot and flustered baker was cycling on an exercise bike to the cheers of a small, yet growing, crowd.

Dressed in a teal blouse and a knee length skirt, Molly, who was keen to look sophisticated, but not desperate, came to meet them. "Hi there, my name's Molly, the assistant manager and I'm in charge of the charity event today. As you can see, we're doing a sponsored bike ride in aid of the local hospital's new children's wing. By their request, on behalf of the kids, we are going to slime anyone who fails the challenge. Sadly, thus far, all the guys have completed the required minimum of fifteen km in half an hour. I've organised for a local pop singer to take on the challenge; its up to you two to distract her, to make sure she fails. But, in the meantime, I've organised for one of my prettiest employees to get gunged, whilst we wait for the main event. Let me introduce her. Rowan, come here a moment, please!"

Wearing a Lulus, sash, flow, strapless, mint green dress, the teenager looked irresistibly bewitching. Molly, was right, Abi thought, the girl, too pretty for her own good, was the perfect victim. Furthermore, her dress almost clashed with Molly's teal blouse, much to the assistant manager's consternation. Blushing, Rowan curtsied before running off, without saying a word. Relieved the brunette heard Georgia call her over and she disappeared back into the crowd to meet her friend.

"Hi, Rowan, how are you? I bet you're feeling nervous? Hey, do you remember Mia from school? She was always in the top sets", Georgia rambled. "Oh, yes, I remember you. Mia, goodness, I haven't seen you in ages", the brunette lied before kissing her on the cheek and embracing. Pushing their chests together, they realised that neither of them were wearing a bra and winked at one another, meaning to keep their meeting yesterday a secret. Returning the kiss, Mia whispered, "At some point today, will you help me gunge Georgia?" "Of course,", Rowan replied, before smiling innocently at the blonde whose attention was caught by Leanne's overly extravagant entrance.

Sauntering confidently into the store, the singer was wearing a green, 'Abbie women's', fitness sports bra and leggings set, by Activastar, which left nothing to the imagination. Indeed, as she had planned, she turned everyone's head and instantly became the centre of attention. Scowling, Molly couldn't believe it. She, Rowan and Leanne were all basically wearing the same colour. They were going to look ridiculous on camera, standing next to one another. It was a good job then that Leanne and Rowan weren't going to be staying green for long as they were both about to receive epic, well deserved gungings later.

Heading straight for Abi, Leanne ignored Rowan, Georgia and Mia. Beaming, Rowan tried to make eye contact, but the singer acted as if they had never even met. Considering that Leanne had given Rowan cunnilingus yesterday, this seemed rather strange. But, it did at least assure Georgia, wrongly, that Rowan hadn't spilled her secret about Mia being a lesbian to the fiend. In truth, Leanne wasn't intending to be rude, but she had a job to do and wanted to avoid getting distracted. Besides, she didn't want anyone to find out what happened yesterday, she didn't want to cause a public scandal just days before her band debut single was released. Of course, Leanne was open to exploring her feelings for Rowan, but not out in public, not yet. Disappointed, Rowan caught Mia's eye, who whispered, "She can get like this."

Approaching Abi, the singer ingratiatingly murmured, "Good morning, I'm Leanne, from the pop group Dazzle. You must be Abi, I'm such a huge fan of your work. You write so elegantly and stylishly, better than anyone I've ever read. It goes without saying that you're the best journalist at the Gazette. I do hope they make you a columnist, one day." "Why, thank you", purred Abi, loving the adulation and obsequious, sycophantic fawning by the singer. Nevertheless, like Molly, she was weary of being upstaged and so vowed that whatever happened, she would gunge the pretty blonde youngster, no matter how servile she behaved.

Frustrated at her lack of opportunities at the local newspaper, Abi dearly wished to leave journalism behind and break into television. Wanting to showcase her talents, she'd agreed with Molly to take over the hosting duties with Graham filming the charity event and posting it on the website of the Gazette. Nevertheless, Abi was nervous about getting messy, especially since she was wearing an expensive white dress. Already, she was taking a risk by showing off her curvy, graceful figure. If she was humiliated, her dreams of becoming famous would end immediately. She could not afford to let that happen, no matter how hard they tried to slime her.

With Molly having gathered a growing crowd around the gunge tank, Graham swiftly tested out the camera before giving the thumbs up that he was ready to begin. "Good morning everyone. My name's Abi and I'm your host for today", the brunette began, smarmily. "You may know me from my work at the local Gazette, but today, with help from staff from our local supermarket, I'm here to help raise money for the local hospital's children's wing. So, come on guys, get your wallets out, let's make this day a day to remember!"

After pausing for applause, Abi continued, "Already, staff have been taking part in a sponsored bike ride. So far, they have ridden sixty kilometres and raised over eighty pounds. Please, give them a round of applause!" An awkward, polite smattering of hand claps was interjected by Rowan and Georgia, who hollered, together, in appreciation at the baker's efforts. "Go on Barry!" Rowan shouted before Georgia ironically wolf whistled, just as Abi was beginning to address the crowd again. Annoyed at the interruption, Abi gave Mia a deathly stare, believing, incorrectly, that she had shouted over her. Slapping Yasmin on the arm, Mia cried, "Shush, we don't want to annoy Abi. I need to keep my outfit clean for later." Giggling, Georgia elbowed Mia in the ribs, retorting, "There's no way you'll leave here clean, I bet you." "Alright, though if you get me messy, it doesn't count. The loser gets pied in the face, too. Deal?" Mia suggested. "Deal!" Yasmin yelped, once more interrupting Abi.

Scowling, Abi eventually continued, "But, of course, we can do better. So, in a bid to persuade you to part with your hard-earned cash, we have a couple of messy games in store for you. Now, before we go any further, how about I introduce our first special guest: Leanne from the up and coming girl band, 'Dazzle'!"

The athletic blonde ran forwards waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. Initially their response had been rather muted, but, upon seeing her wearing the skin-tight leggings and ultra-revealing sports bra, a cacophony of wolf whistles pierced through the polite applause before almost drowning out an exasperated Abi. "So, Leanne, I hear that you are a local girl. How did you go about becoming the next big popstar?" "Oh, through sheer determination, hard work and talent", Leanne gushed whilst twisting her chest seductively back and forth between Abi and the braying crowd. "Now, I hear you have your debut single coming out in a week, could you tell me something about it?" "Well, its about four girls having fun, being mischievous and having a really great time. It's called, 'The Rascals' and"

Suddenly, Abi splatted a cream pie into Leanne's face before wiping the gooey filling over her cheeks and drowning out her protests. "Oh dear, did I forget to say? Today, if anyone says a particular buzz word, they get pied!" Abi mischievously chortled. Smirking, Molly shot a sly look to Rowan who was suitably impressed at Leanne's humiliation. Jokingly, Rowan raised her hands into claws and purred seductively. Wiping, her eyes, Leanne smiled briefly, before hearing Abi's arrogant laugh pierce through the crowd and scowling. Complaining, piteously, the blonde rasped, "But, what did I say? I only said the name of my new single. How can I promote it without saying its name? This is really, really, really not fair! Nobody warned me."

Chortling, Abi picked up two more red cream pies and enveloped Leanne's face in a gooey, glutinous pie sandwich. "Oh, Leanne, 'Rascals' is not the buzz word", the brunette began before smashing a third pie against the girl's quivering cleavage. Taking care to cover every last visible inch of her breasts in cream, Abi made sure to taunt the sulking blonde by wiping the cream over her eyes, just as she had cleared them. Befuddled, Leanne made the mistake of asking, "Really?" "Oh, I'm certain", Abi retorted before twirling Leanne around and slapping a fourth pie against her rear. As cheering erupted from the crowd, Georgia murmured, "You can't say she doesn't deserve it. She's always so mean and nasty to Rosie." "Hey, Leanne's alright", Rowan replied, defending her. "Rowan, you don't know her like we do, she's can be a real bitch when she wants to", Georgia continued. Mia shot Rowan a look to tell her to discontinue her argument, for to say anymore might reveal yesterday's little secret.

Meanwhile, Abi continued, "Once Barry finishes his turn, Leanne, here, is going to take his place on the bike. Now, if Leanne fails to cycle fifteen km in thirty minutes, she is going to take a seat in the gunge tank." "What!" Leanne cried, upon wiping cream from her eyes. Aghast, the poor youngster was trapped. She couldn't pull out now, without causing bad publicity for her band for turning her back on a local children's hospital. Molly had told her that she was going to get slimed, but the blonde had naively believed it to only be one bucket, perhaps less. If she got gunged, how would her career ever recover?

"In the meantime, how about I show you what messy fate could await Leanne? Please put your hands together for Molly and Rowan!" Abi bellowed. Beaming, Molly strode confidently forwards, with a now barefoot Rowan trailing behind her. "Now Molly, as assistant manager, you're responsible for organising today, aren't you?" Abi asked, despite already knowing the answer. "Oh no, it's a team effort, I couldn't have done it without help from the entire staff, who are absolutely amazing!" the blonde replied, trying to sound, for once, both sincere and genuine. Turning to Rowan, Abi asked, "Rowan, I have to say, I haven't seen many checkout girls look as glamorous as you are today, dear. Please, give us a twirl." Caught up in the moment, Rowan twirled around three times, allowing her skirt to rise up and almost expose her backside. Evidently not wearing a bra, her cleavage was clearly visible as it peeked out from under her sweetheart neckline.

"There she goes again, showing off", Georgia murmured. Snidely, the blonde added, "Every time we go out dancing, she's always flashing the lads her knickers. But, then again, I guess that's why she always pulls and I'm still eternally single." Turning to Mia, she asked, "Come on, I bet you fancy her, don't you?" "Erm, yeah", Mia replied, whilst blushing terribly.

Meanwhile, Abi asked, "So, Rowan, do you know what today's buzzword is?". "Oh, I think it's, 'really' isn't it?" she naively replied before instantly regretting doing so. "Of course, it is", Abi beamed before splatting a cream pie between Rowan's eyes. Spluttering, the brunette admitted, "I feel really stupid, falling for your trick and saying 'really'. Oh, no! Aargh!" Together Abi and Molly enveloped the brunette in a purple and orange, cream pie sandwich. Cheering, Georgia cried, "Yes! Yes!" as she watched her best friend disappear behind the gooey filling. Taking a few photos, Georgia murmured, "She's never been pied before, I'll never let her forget this." Not wanting to contradict her friend, Mia replied, "Even covered in muck she still looks amazing."

Sniggering, Abi continued, "Now, Rowan, please make your way to the gunge tank and sit down. How about we play a quick, easy game to start with? All you have to do is talk about a given subject, for one minute, without saying a buzzword. Fail and you'll get rightfully gunged. But, should you win, how about you get to gunge Molly?" "Wait, what!" spluttered Molly, caught off guard. This wasn't what they agreed. This wasn't in their contract. She'd been tricked by the pesky reporter and her fate now rested with Rowan, who wanted nothing more than to gain her messy revenge. Oh, how Abi would come to regret this.

Gulping, Rowan accidentally flashed the crowd, once more, as she sat down in the gunge tank. Smoothing out her skirt, the hem of which finished four inches above her knees, she struggled to maintain her modesty as cream dripped down off her cheeks onto her chest and slithered down under her dress's neckline. "So, Rowan, you have one minute to talk about France. Good luck, your time starts now", Abi warned her.

"Oh, I don't really know anything about France", Rowan admitted, before Molly hurled a cream pie at her cheeks for saying the original buzzword. "Hey!" Rowan remarked before flinging the cake tin back at Molly. Wiping her eyes, she continued, "Anyway, Paris is the capital of France and their flag is made up of three vertical stripes of red, white and blue. Famous landmarks include the Eiffel tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre and the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Famous French cuisine includes crepes, croissants and frog's legs, which are really disgusting by the way." Chortling, Molly threw a second pie which struck the right side of Rowan's face. Disgruntled, Rowan flung it back once more, adding, "I've only ever been to France once, when I went on a school trip to Disneyland."

Suddenly, thick, dark blue gunge came cascading down over the petrified youngster. Catching Rowan by surprise, the gooey slime splattered down over her hair, plastering it against her forehead. Momentarily confused, the teenager made the mistake of looking up and thus received a face-full. "Oh, hard luck, you lasted only thirty-three seconds. The buzzword was of course" "Disneyland!" Rowan shouted, finishing her sentence for her. Then, as blue gunge continued to gush down over her head, viscous yellow foam shot out from the bottom of the tank, swiftly coating and covering her bare feet and legs as she wiggled them in embarrassment. The blue gunge, meanwhile, continued to thud down for over twenty seconds, before finally dribbling to a halt. Then, once the foam reached up to her chest, it abated, only for red glitter to thunder down over her head, covering her hair, face, neck and shoulders.

Filming her friend's destruction on her phone, Georgia remarked, "Goodness, Mia, that's even worse than your gunging! I bet you love it, watching someone else getting clobbered." "Oh, yes, Rowan's really turning me on!" Mia shot back, only half-jokingly. Grinning, Georgia added, "I should hope so too, Rowan is utterly gorgeous. Don't tell her I said this, but she looks absolutely stunning naked." Mia shot Georgia a funny look, confused. Backtracking, the blonde explained, "Round hers, we are always doing fake catwalk shoots, as we try on our clothes together. She's always stripping off naked, she loves showing off her curves. Sometimes, I think she's a naturist, whenever I'm sleeping over, she never wears any clothes to bed. Plus, ever since her older brother moved out, she can spend an entire weekend, lolling about in just her underwear. Furthermore, her mum is just the same. She's always answering her door wearing nothing but a dressing gown, their postman most love delivering their mail. I tell you, the day that her brother came home for a surprise visit that was certainly interesting, for Rowan hadn't even bothered putting on a bra that day!" "Right", Mia replied, sarcastically, before murmuring, "Goodness, it's going to take Rowan weeks to get rid of all that glitter."

Catching Leanne's eye, Rowan blew her a kiss before pushing her hair back behind her ear, flirtatiously. Despite Georgia's unkind words, Rowan was keen to get to know the blonde singer better. Though she may not know it, Leanne was definitely a bisexual. She might need some encouragement, though, to rekindle the magic between them yesterday. Biting her lip, Leanne, meanwhile, looked down lustfully upon the slimy brunette. Purring, she watched on in excitement as the brunette continued to flirt as dollops of gunge splashed down upon her. Maybe, just maybe, Leanne was developing a wet and messy fetish, as well as uncovering her true feelings for girls.

Clapping wildly, Molly opened the door to the tank before taking a few swift steps backwards, to avoid the foam which almost swarmed out over her shoes. "Now, Rowan, please take a seat in the bath tub", Abi ordered the slimy youngster. Confused, Rowan timidly tiptoed forward and sat down, with her skirt, once again, barely covering any of her pale, toned, legs whatsoever. Then, without warning, Molly crept up behind her and emptied a bucket of pink glitter over her head. Shrieking, the teenager felt the glitter disappear deep down inside her dress and over her pert bosom. "Oh, give it up to poor Rowan. What a good sport!" Abi continued.

Moments later, as Rowan fished glitter out of her cleavage, a tiring Barry finished his turn on the bike, having ridden twenty kms. "Wow, what an amazing effort. Now, Leanne, please hop on, its your turn to raise some money", Abi implored her. Wiping cream from off her backside, Leanne jumped up onto the bike and started pedalling. She didn't want to go off too fast, but, she was worried about setting off on too slow a pace in case she didn't have time to recover the momentum later. But, if Barry could do twenty kms, surely, as a super fit athlete, she shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever? The only problem, was that someone had mischievously raised the already rather difficult resistance level a couple of notches.

"Now, to give Leanne some encouragement, for every one thousand kms she rides, Molly will empty a bucket of muck over the beautiful Rowan", Abi continued. Catching Rowan's eye, an ecstatic Georgia blew a raspberry towards her.

"Of course, Leanne, if you want to, you can concentrate and ride on in silence", Abi continued. "Or, you can spend the next half an hour talking to me about your band Dazzle and promoting your new single. But, be warned, try to avoid saying either of the two buzzwords, which are, of course, Rowan." "Really and Disneyland!" the brunette shouted. Utterly delighted, Molly slapped a large custard in her face, before emptying a bucket of thick, chunky, purple slime over the teenager's forehead.

Poor Leanne was now caught in a quandary. She knew that if she talked to Abi, she'd cycle far, far slower, but today was the perfect opportunity to promote her band, especially since now a crowd of over two hundred people had gathered to watch her. Choosing to be interviewed, Leanne swiftly made the mistake of saying the word 'really' and received yet another pie to the face for her troubles. Pausing, to wipe the cream from her eyes, she realised that she was wasting valuable seconds. Indeed, after two minutes, she was already five hundred metres behind where Barry had been and the gap was only growing larger. But, cheering her up, she soon passed the first one-thousand metres. Gleefully, Molly emptied a bucket of custard over poor Rowan, who leant backwards to receive her punishment. Watching the brunette lustfully, as she wriggled around in the bath, Leanne grew annoyed whenever Abi asked her another question. Rudely, she answered the journalist, whilst still glancing over at Rowan. Lecherously, she noted, how, under the weight of the custard, Rowan's dress was beginning to sag, exposing another two inches of her bosom. To Leanne's delight, the brunette, showing off to the crowd, didn't even bother pulling it up again. Equally smitten, Mia was shameless with her gawking. "Goodness, you do fancy her, don't you!" Georgia chortled.

A few minutes later, Leanne passed the two-thousand metres mark, allowing Molly to pour a bucket of thick, creamy nacho cheese over Rowan. With Molly having secretly lowered the zip at the back, the brunette's loose dress was struggling under the weight of her messy punishment. Indeed, after the third punishment, a cascade of chili con carne, her dress pulled down, exposing eighty percent of her breasts and briefly exposing her left nipple. But, her face covered in two inches of mince, poor Rowan was oblivious to her partial nudity. Alarmed for her friend, Mia whispered, "Georgia, we need to tell her." Shaking her head, the blonde replied, "No, don't, it will only alert others to her predicament." Confused by Georgia's logic, Mia caught Molly's eye who glanced down upon her colleague. Swiftly, she picked up two dark blue cream pies and thrust them upon Rowan's bosom. "Hey, I didn't say the buzz word!" Rowan cried before Molly jibed, "When you watch this back, you'll thank me." Thus, with her breasts covered in cream, the brunette neglected to pull her dress back up again.

Her salacious mind filled with the image of Rowan's supple breasts, Leanne's attention began to wander. Struggling to concentrate, she started to run out of interesting things to say about her debut single. Trying to remember her media training, she began extoling the virtues of her fellow bandmates. "Anais, well, she's French and is an extremely talented singer. She and I share lead vocals on our first single. Gaby, who, like me, is a local girl, is also a really proficient dancer. Bea, bless her, is Welsh and as my best friend, I tell her absolutely everything. Plus, like Rowan, she is unbelievably, exceedingly pretty. Oh, how I wish that she was getting gunged here instead of me." Realising that she said too much, Leanne gulped upon realising that she had just announced that she rather fancied her bandmate. Hoping that nobody had noticed, she caught Mia's eye, who just shook her head teasingly. Georgia, however, who as a rule, never bothered listening to Leanne, didn't catch a word of it. Choosing to keep Leanne's crush a secret, Mia instead gave her the thumbs up and shouted out, encouraging her to keep on pedalling.

Unfortunately, however, Mia's interjection, irked Abi, who was once again interrupted mid-sentence. Scowling, she wondered whether she could trick the two girls in the front row into getting gunged later.

After another thirty seconds, Leanne crossed the next check point and Molly poured the fourth punishment, ranch dressing, over Rowan. "Ew!" the brunette cried, as she swallowed a humongous mouthful. Glancing down at her bare feet, the teenager noted that two inches of gunk had pooled around her ankles. Feeling a tingle, the brunette whimpered as she felt the mush slide inside her dress and over her knickers. Pouting, she played to the crowd, who were all staring at her impressive, gooey cleavage.

Finding Leanne rather boring, Abi choose to turn her attention to Rowan, as she continued to play around in the bathtub. "So, Rowan, is this the first time that you have ever got messy?" she asked her. Gulping, the brunette replied, "Erm, no, I got into a food fight yesterday." "What? She never told me that!" Georgia complained to Mia. "Why didn't she say something? Usually, she tells me everything." Sulking, Georgia missed the glint in Mia's eye as she playfully flirted with Rowan. Enjoying Mia's attention, Rowan convivially responded by cupping her hands into a heart shape. Thinking the gesture was meant for her, Georgia whispered to Mia, "Oh, I do love her really."

Caught by surprise by Rowan's reply, Abi could only stammer, "Really?" Instantly realising her mistake, Abi yanked a cream pie from Molly's grasp, who had come to pie her. Then, before Molly could protest, Abi splattered the custard filling against poor Rowan's forehead. "Hey, that's not fair, you said, 'really!'" the brunette cried, only for Molly to splatter another custard pie against the back of her head as punishment. Leanne, meanwhile, harrumphed as she caught Rowan flirting with Mia. Filled with jealousy, the singer decided to teach the gorgeous brunette a lesson. Quickening her pace, she soon pedalled through the five thousand metre mark, allowing Molly to empty a bucket of mayonnaise over Rowan. "Oh well, it looks like we're out of pies", Abi lied before slamming a caramel cream pie in the stunning brunette's face, who, by now, was almost completely unrecognisable.

Taunting Rowan, Molly pulled out the neckline of the teenager's dress so that she could pour the sixth punishment, ketchup, all over her pert, youthful breasts, whilst titillating the braying audience. Humming to herself, she was glad that she had forbidden Richard from coming to watch her. For, if he had, there was no way he would have been able to control himself. Patting the brunette on the head, the blonde bitchily whispered, "You know, Rowan, that we can see your nipples." Aghast, the nineteen-year-old glanced down upon her heaving bosom. Panicking, she slid down into the bath, out of view of the now booing audience. Fixing her dress, she rasped, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Oh, I tried to", Molly joked, as Abi bade Rowan to sit back up again. Almost immediately, her green dress sagged down, but this time, only revealing half of her bosom.

The seventh bucket, of barbecue sauce, was poured over her bare legs, which had thus far, escaped the brunt of her humiliation. Twirling her toes in the muck, Rowan glanced back over at Leanne who was furiously pedalling. Hot and sweaty, she sure looked attractive in her gym wear. Catching Rowan's eye, Leanne blushed before glancing up at the clock and realising that she'd been cycling now for sixteen minutes. Thoroughly exhausted, she calculated that at just over the halfway mark of her time slot, she was about five hundred metres behind schedule. Wanting to push on, she sighed heavily as Abi returned to talk to her.

"Right, how about another game? Why don't we play a game of 'higher or lower'? Molly has five cards over by the bathtub, for every card you get right, Molly will crack an egg over Rowan. If you win, Rowan will also receive an extra gooey punishment." Perking up, Leanne was suddenly interested in Abi's conversation. Continuing, the journalist explained, "If you lose however, the surprise will be instead added to the gunge tank." "Guys, guys, wait a moment; I have a brilliant idea!" Molly boasted. Having caught the crowd's attention, the blonde swiftly gained her well-deserved own back. "You know how if Leanne loses, then she goes in the gunge tank. But, what happens if she wins? Who gets gunged then? I nominate Abi!" "Wait, what?" the journalist sputtered. "You did it to me", Molly whispered, amongst all the cheering.

Gulping, Abi realised that it was in her best interest for Leanne to slow down her pedalling. But, conversely, she needed the singer to win the card game, otherwise, the mystery surprise could be emptied over her, herself, later. Watching on in glee, Mia whispered, "I hope Leanne wins now that will teach her a lesson." Confused, Georgia replied, "Wait, why do you want Leanne to escape the gunge? I thought you two were mortal enemies." "Oh, well, yes, I take it back, oh, this is such a dilemma", Mia mumbled.

Impatient to begin, Leanne looked up over at Molly, who turned over the ten of hearts. "Lower please", the blonde mused, before sighing in relief, as the assistant manager turned over the three of diamonds. Gleefully, Molly cracked an egg over Rowan's head, making sure that the translucent yolk ran down over her forehead. "Higher!" Leanne cried, eager to quicken the pace of the game, so that she could get back to the cycling. Molly turned over a Jack of clubs, before opening up the front of Rowan's dress and splattering an egg against her cleavage. "Mmm, lower please", Leanne demanded, licking her lips at the glimpse of Rowan's bosom. Indeed, the fourth card was a seven of spades, meaning that Molly got to crack another egg against Rowan's forehead. Moments later, Leanne passed the eight-thousand metre mark, allowing Molly to pour a bucket of mustard over sweet, dainty Rowan. "I hate mustard!" the brunette cried, as she felt it swamp down over her shoulders. Spitting out the turbid sauce, the brunette wrinkled up her nose at the disgusting condiment. Laughing, Molly wiped a dollop over her face, taking care to smoother her nostrils.

There was now only one card left, but there was a seemingly equal chance of it being higher or lower than a seven. "Erm, lower?" Leanne guessed, completely unsure of her chances. With baited breath, Leanne paused cycling for a moment, to watch Molly turn over the final card. Gasping, the blonde announced, "It's the Ace of diamonds!" "Is that higher or lower?" Leanne asked, bemused, very much fearing the answer. "Oh, erm, definitely lower", Abi lied, keen for the singer to win the game and them both thus escaping the possible punishment.

"So, that means that poor Rowan loses yet again. Boys, let her have it!" Abi cockily announced, far more forcefully. Seconds later, ten guys, from the warehouse, approached the bathtub, each and every one of them, admitting to having the hots for Rowan. All ten men, brought with them a bucket of baked beans, which they, one after the other, poured over the defenceless, coquettish beauty. Splattering the beans down over the girl, the cocky men high fived as the tomato sauce cascaded down over the stunning siren. Returning with ten more buckets, the warehouse guys soon filled the bathtub up to level of Rowan's heaving bosom. Then, without warning, Molly plunged the brunette's head, completely under the surface of the gunk that surrounded her. Shrieking as her face descended under the surface of the beans, Rowan felt the greasy tomato sauce ooze down inside her cotton knickers. Feeling the beans rub against her crotch, the teenager cringed as hundreds of them delved down over her cleavage. Coming up for air, the brunette cursed as Leanne passed through the nine thousand metre mark, allowing Molly to dollop a bucket of sour cream all over her head and shoulders.

By now, a crowd of four hundred people had entered the supermarket, keen to get a closer view of Rowan's epic gunging. The store was jam packed, it was a good job that Molly had ordered the temporary removal of the broken freezers. Unfortunately, for the assistant manager, however, nobody was doing any shopping. The charity collection, in contrast, was doing exceedingly good business.

Her dress sagging down under the weight of the beans, Rowan lowered herself down into the gunk, to ensure that her nipples remained just below the surface. To all onlookers, the pretty teenager, with only her face and shoulders poking out the slime, looked completely naked. Her stunning dress, without doubt, completely ruined, was now, no longer visible.

Laughing at poor Rowan's plight, the weary Leanne realised that she had better get a move on. Then, to her horror, she heard Abi ask, "Rowan, if you remove your dress, how about we pour the next three buckets over Leanne, as a reward for your daring?" Thinking the proposal over, Rowan glanced over towards the far cleaner Leanne, who shook her head vehemently, in a bid to persuade her not to do it. Having already exposed her nipples, the brunette wondered what more she had left to lose and so sighed, "Oh, go on then!" Rising up out of the bath, the brunette allowed Molly to unzip her dress fully. Then, sinking back down into the beans, disappearing completely under the surface, the brunette pulled her dress down her legs, before throwing it out of the bath tub. As she rose back up, the youngster made the mistake of rising too quickly and thus exposing her tomato sauce stained breasts to the crowd of lustful onlookers.

Blushing with embarrassment, Rowan heard a disapproving Leanne insist, "Rowan, I warned you." Georgia meanwhile, held her hand in front of her mouth, at her best friend's unexpected daring. Far less surprised, Mia wondered how much longer Rowan would keep her knickers on. Covering her chest with her arms, Rowan sank back down into the bathtub. Then, once her modesty was retained, she began brushing baked beans away from her eyelashes. Cringing with embarrassment, she was blinded by a cream pie, which Molly splatted against her forehead. "But, I didn't say really!" the brunette protested, only for Molly to give her a thoroughly deserved chocolate pie sandwich. Clearing her eyes, Rowan glanced over towards the clock; she still had another ten minutes left of her humiliation to suffer.

Nevertheless, the brunette's mood was swiftly brightened as she heard a complaining Leanne scream as Abi poured creamy mint sauce over her hair and forehead. Having crossed through the ten thousand metre mark, the singer was in dire need of speeding up or losing and ending up in the gunge tank. But, with mint sauce dripping down over her chest and coating her flat, taut stomach, she felt impeded and struggled to gain any momentum. Indeed, when the eleventh bucket, of garlic sauce cascaded down over her cheeks, Leanne had to stop for ten whole seconds, in order to wipe the gunk from her pedals before she could continue. Though she wasn't as messy as Rowan, her too savoury punishments were far more pungent and noxious. Her malodorous fringe, sticking to her face, Leanne had to keep brushing it from her eyes, impeding her, as she pedalled.

Trying to keep a straight face, Leanne forced a smile as the crowd took photos of Abi coating her in chocolate sauce for pushing passed the twelve-thousand metre mark. Faking affability, she implored the audience to keep on donating. Tempted by the chocolate, she then licked her lips, only to almost throw up as she tasted the mixture of mint sauce and garlic.

By the time Leanne reached the thirteen-thousand metre mark it was once again Rowan's turn to face the messy punishment. Upon learning that it was tomato pasta sauce, the girl cried out, "No, not that, anything else, please, I beg you! Hey, I'll even remove my knickers!" "No, Rowan, don't!" Mia cried out, but it was too late, as the brunette slid her panties down her legs and threw them over the bathtub. But then, to her horror, Molly cruelly poured the bucket of pasta sauce all over her anyway. "That's really unfair", Rowan complained, as Molly slapped another pie against her forehead. "We never agreed to anything", the assistant manager reminded her.

Laying completely naked in the bath, the brunette dunked her head under the surface of the gunk, in order to clear her face of the pasta sauce which adorned it. Relaxing, as the slime lapped over her smooth, silky skin, Rowan purred as she felt the goo gently caress her every curve and ooze down inside her every orifice. Coming up for air, she heard the whole crowd cheer her name adoringly.

Waving to the crowd and thus briefly exposing her breasts again, the teenager suddenly realised that she had forgotten to bring a towel. Sensing that all eyes in the crowd remained upon her, no matter what Abi said or did, the youngster began to relax and accept the situation that she had put herself into. Hoping that her priggish Dad, who lived out of town, would never find out, she decided to tease the lustful audience. Ducking her head under the surface of the muck four times, on each occasion she gave them a quick glimpse of her bosom before bobbing back up and under. "My goodness, Rowan is such a slut!" Georgia jested. "Hey, let her be, she's just enjoying herself", Mia replied, defending the youngster. "You tell that to her Mum, Dad and brother then", the blonde retorted, sternly.

Angered at being upstaged, Abi ordered Molly to double the punishment of the next milestone. Blowing kisses to the crowd, Rowan, who was now sitting up, with her breasts covered in so much gunk that you could barely see them, was enjoying herself so much that she failed to notice Molly creep up behind her and empty the fourteenth bucket, of molasses, all over her. Swamping down over her face, chest and shoulders, the treacle completely enveloped her every feature, causing the crowd to gasp in horror and revulsion. Then, an accompanying bucket, filled with pink feathers, swiftly followed and the poor brunette looked absolutely ridiculous. The crowd, who had been laughing with her, were now laughing at her. With the exception of Georgia and Mia, everyone was now cheering on Molly. Smirking, the blonde failed to show everyone a single shred of sympathy for the coy temptress, who she still blamed for ruining her relationship with Richard. Glumly, Georgia admitted, "She brought this upon herself", with Mia replying, "True, but we could have stopped it."
Sulking, at losing the praise and adulation of the crowd, Rowan sank back into the baked beans, upon realising that she had become a laughing stock.

Leanne meanwhile, despite feeling sympathy for Rowan, like Georgia, felt that she had only herself to blame for agreeing to take off her dress and her knickers. Why, oh, why, did she do something so stupid? Glancing back at the clock, the athletic blonde realised that she had one and a half minutes left to cycle eight-hundred metres. She was fifty metres behind schedule, but, she still had enough time to win the challenge. Exhausted as she was, the blonde felt that she had no option but to really go for it. Cycling with all her might, she sped up as fast as she could and hoped for the best, only for the buzzer to sound with twenty metres remaining. "Oh, hard luck Leanne", Abi announced, "Now, please make your way over to the gunge tank." Sighing, Leanne kicked off her trainers and wearily sat down in the refilled tank. The crowd, keen to see the pretty blonde slimed, cheered her every step of the way, as she trudged towards her messy fate, her eyes staring at the ground before her.

Pleased with the outcome, Mia had to admit that she was looking forward to Leanne's messy punishment. "She's tormented me for years, I can't think of a more deserving victim", she gushed as Georgia high fived her. Calling out, Georgia began taunting the blonde before Mia told her to shut up, as Graham, the cameraman, trained his equipment upon them. "Hi Mum!" the blonde teenager cried as she began to perform to the camera. Giggling, she explained, "Leanne used to bully Mia, when they were younger." "Shut up", Mia hissed as Graham kept the camera trained upon them. Slapping Mia on the backside twice, Georgia added, "Plus, Leanne can't actually sing, I mean, have any of you ever actually listened to her? She's tone deaf, believe me." "Hey, shut up Georgia, Leanne's great, plus you used to bully Mia too, like we all did", Rowan reminded her. Continuing, the brunette added, "You used to call her 'Snotface' behind her back, throughout the whole of year nine, remember." "Hey, I can explain, look, you weren't very popular back then. I was just trying to fit in, honestly, I didn't mean it", Georgia gulped in desperation. The camera still pointed at them, Mia seethed before insisting, "Hey, it wasn't my fault that I always got terrible hay fever." Then, once the cameraman turned away, Mia shrilled, "You can be such a twat, sometimes Georgia."

Having enjoyed the vicious bickering between the two teenagers, Abi turned back towards the bathtub. "Now, Rowan, would you like to pull the lever and gunge Leanne for us?" she asked the youngster. "I would love to, but I have a slight problem", the brunette replied, pointing to her chest and giggling. "Oh no worries, here, put these on", Abi responded, before throwing a red, halter, string bikini at the youngster.

Greedily, tying the two-piece bikini around her waist and chest, under the surface of the detritus, the brunette accidentally trapped a slither of baked beans between her breasts, crotch and the thin material covering them. Choosing not to fish them out, what with the camera trained upon her, the teenager jumped up out the bath, to be met with a loud cacophony of wolf whistles from the audience. Glancing down, she realised that her thong bikini bottoms gave her backside very little protection whatsoever. Furthermore, her 'Belle' tattoo on her left butt cheek, drew knowing cries, of, "You beauty", from the audience.

Grinning, Rowan wiggled her backside and strolled over towards the gunge tank. Leading the crowd, the teenager counted down from ten as she taunted Leanne who squirmed inside the Perspex box beside her. "Three, two, one!" Rowan cried before pulling down on the lever triumphantly. But, instead of gunge spattering down over Leanne, a hidden nozzle erupted above the smirking Rowan. Suddenly, bubble-gum pink slime splattered down over the youngster for fifteen whole seconds, with the entire braying audience cheering on her utter humiliation. Clapping with delight, Leanne unexpectedly whispered, "Rowan, I love you", just as five times as much light green glitter as before, cascaded down all over the youngster. Cringing, Rowan opened up the front of her string bikini bottoms and peered down; the glitter stuck to her bush would take weeks to get rid of.

"Nice bum", Leanne chortled, as Rowan accidentally waved her backside right in front of her. Suddenly, a barrage of white slime swiftly engulfed the singer. Splattering down, the gunge quickly obliterated her face as Rowan implored her to look upwards. Taking her sliming with good grace, Leanne choose not to duck her head, instead leaning back to ensure the gunk covered her cleavage. Feeling the slime ooze down inside her sports bra, Leanne glanced over towards Mia, who, unlike Georgia, surprisingly wasn't taunting her. Perhaps she had been wrong about the cloying, sappy girl, perhaps Mia wasn't so annoying after all. Georgia, on the other hand, was a jerk and was continuing to insult her. "Guess who's Dazzling now! No wonder no boys fancy you, you look like the Yeti monster!" she taunted.

Watching the slime dribbled to a stop, Rowan protested, "Hey, is that it? I got a far messier gunging for saying 'Disneyland'!" Suddenly, a stream of light blue gunge erupted out of the hidden nozzle above her. Splattering down, the slime spattered against her bikini, almost unloosening it. Laughing at Rowan's misfortune, Leanne was caught by surprise, as a shower of light blue gunge cascaded down over her also. Still, the downpour over Rowan outlasted Leanne's, causing the brunette to complain about how unfair it was that she got the far messier gunging. Snatching the microphone from Abi, Molly explained, "No, Rowan, what's unfair is that yesterday, you received three warnings for your conduct. As Barry can testify, if this happens to you, you must then spend the next hour in the pillory. But, as the guys in the warehouse can attest, you didn't do that yesterday. So, Rowan, please follow me and accept your punishment."

Unable to admit that she had in fact already received her punishment, in order to keep her dalliance with Mia, Leanne and the vibrator secret, Rowan scowled before allowing Molly to lock her inside the wooden frame again. Beaming, Molly announced, "You can throw five sponges at her face for a pound", before demonstrating and hitting her twice in the forehead. Picking up a custard pie, Molly ground it in Rowan's face, braying, "A pie also costs one pound, or one pound fifty if you want to grind it against her cheeks instead of throwing it." Moving around the back, Molly then splattered a cream pie against Rowan's backside, explaining, "Girls can pie Rowan on the bum, but no guys I'm afraid, that's a deal breaker. Guys, remember, this is for charity, so, if we raise lover thirty quid in the first twenty minutes, we'll make Rowan stay in the pillory for another hour!"

Jumping out of the gunge tank, Leanne ran to the front of the line and enveloped Rowan's pretty face in an enormous cream pie sandwich. Then, whilst she splattered a custard pie against the brunette's backside, she snarled as she saw Georgia, rudely pushing aside three blokes, whilst queue jumping. Picking up her first sponge, the blonde teenager rather blatantly threw it at Leanne, who complained, "Hey, you did that on purpose!" "No, I didn't", Georgia spat back before throwing her second sponge at Leanne, immediately afterwards.

"Right, that's it", snarled Leanne before marching forwards and emptying Georgia's bucket of water over her forehead. Shrieking, the teenager rasped, "You bitch", before picking up a cream pie and throwing it at the singer. But, darting out of the way, just in time, Leanne watched on in delight as the pie splatted against Rowan's cheeks instead. Shaking her head, Leanne picked up a second bucket and pushed it down over Georgia's forehead. Dazed and confused, the shivering teenager was helpless as Leanne held the bucket down over her fringe before leading her over to the bathtub. Then, after Leanne lifted the bucket off Georgia's head, she shoved the bratty teenager, head first, into the slimy gunk before her.

Delighted, Mia cheered as her spiteful friend finally received her comeuppance. Disappearing completely under the gunk, Georgia resurfaced thoroughly covered in the putrid detritus. Sidling up to the bath, Mia reminded her, "Remember our bet from earlier? Well, I do and as you can see, I'm not remotely messy!" Chortling, she then slapped a cream pie in Georgia's face as Leanne scooped the bucket into the bath and emptied the contents all over the bratty youngster. "When did you two become friends?" a befuddled Georgia asked her assailants. Shrugging her shoulders, Leanne replied, "I can't say we're friends yet, but we certainly underestimated each other." Mia, meanwhile, replied, "Can you remember, earlier, when you said that you hadn't told anyone about me being a lesbian? Well, you told Rowan, didn't you? Don't lie to me, how could you betray my trust in you?" "I'm sorry", Georgia snivelled as Leanne poured another bucket of muck over her.

Molly, meanwhile, announced, "Everyone who pies Rowan twice, also gets to empty a bucket of beans over Georgia!" "Looks, like you're be here a while!" Mia chortled to the blonde youngster. Returning to Rowan, Mia asked, "I know she's been a pain, but please could you look after Georgia? Hopefully, she'll have learnt her lesson, but I don't trust Leanne to be left alone with her. I have to go now and meet my sister at the hospital. Once again, its been fun, we certainly should do this more often!" Chortling, Mia then pied Rowan in the face before emptying a bucket of cold, mushy pea soup over her fringe and forehead. Sputtering, Rowan replied, "I'll try, but there's a queue of at least six dozen people waiting to pie me!"

Glancing over at the clock, Abi realised that she was running late for her next appointment at the hospital. Shaking Molly's hand, the brunette admitted to having had a great time and apologised for trying to trick Molly into getting gunged earlier. Glancing over at Mia pieing Rowan in the face, Graham affirmed, "You do know that the brunette over there, is one of the girls at the next photoshoot, don't you?" Rolling her eyes, Abi replied, "You have got to be kidding me."
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Despite Abi's protestations, Graham had offered Mia a lift in their van, in order for them all to reach the hospital in time for their photoshoot. Waiting for them was Rosie, Mia's, twenty-year-old, blonde sister, who was due to start her shift in half an hour and so was already wearing her light blue nurse's uniform. Dawn, a blonde, five-foot-six, thirty-three-year-old introduced herself as Rosie's boss and repeated how glad she was that they had chosen the hospital as their charity for the gameshow. Since they were already running ten minutes late, a harried Graham, carried all the equipment by himself, having foolishly, yet gallantly, refused Mia's offer to help and having had no hint of co-operation from Abi whatsoever. Both women were still wearing the same dresses as before: Mia looked stunning in her light purple, sleeveless, chiffon, pleated dress and Abi alluring in her extremely tight, white JoJo dress, which left nothing to the imagination. Remarkably, both dresses were entirely clean, despite the mayhem at the supermarket.

"Nice to meet you both", drawled Abi, blatantly not meaning a word of it. Having sat in silence on the way over in the van, Mia already found the journalist to be pretentious and condescending. Mia, in particular, hated how she bossed the geeky Graham around without ever saying 'please' or 'thank you'. Using her best fake smile, Abi nodded listlessly as Rosie introduced herself and her sister, not realising that they had travelled to the hospital together. Under Dawn's watchful gaze, Rosie made sure to praise both Abi, the newspaper and the hospital, taking special care to namecheck some of the children, in her care, for whom they were fundraising. Mia, meanwhile, feeling out of her comfort zone, kept quiet and began staring at the reporter's impressive calf muscles. Was that specks of slime she could see dotted around her ankles? Nervously playing with her hair, the teenager wondered whether it was a good idea to have not worn a bra, with her skimpy outfit.

Equally timidly, Graham asked the two sisters to pose for a couple of photos in front of the hospital. Wrapping her arm around Mia's waist, Rosie drew her younger sister towards her. Kissing her, on the crown of her head, she explained how Mia had set her up to be gunged on 'Nemesis.' Finally, a smile broke out across Graham's face, "But so far, it's only been Mia who's been slimed hasn't it?" he pondered, having blatantly watched the promo video of her being slimed on numerous occasions. Giggling, Rosie added, "And so it will continue. Unfortunately for Mia, I'm by far the more competitive. I hate losing. Whereas, Mia's just too nice and easy to manipulate and play tricks on." "No, I'm not!" Mia complained, "Just yesterday, I won a food fight." "Not against me, you didn't", Rosie mocked, before tugging gently on her sister's nose and slapping her on the rear. Then, taking hold of the teenager's hands, she noted, "Its just too easy to tease you." Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hospital garden, raising Mia's short skirt in the air and exposing, briefly, her black thong to everyone watching. Unable to free her hands, from her sister's grasp, Mia watched in horror, waiting for Graham to take a photo of her.

"So, did you get a snap?" Abi asked, hastily to her cameraman. "Of course not, I'm not a lecher", Graham retorted. Sighing, Abi sassed, "Let me remind you that sex sells. The brunette's voluntarily showing a lot of flesh, take advantage of that. Remember, we need to target our flagging male readership. Plus, women love looking at beautiful dresses and adore prettier girls than them, being made a fool of. So, if you see her panties again, I order you to take a photo. In the meantime, focus on her chest, you can just about see her cleavage peak out from under the neckline. Besides, she's clearly flirting with you Graham, can't you see that?"

Utterly confused, Graham had to admit that the coy, demure brunette was nervously smiling at him. Continually flicking her hair, she giggled whenever they made eye contact. But, he was ten years older than Mia and he wasn't very good looking, maybe she was trying to take advantage of his good nature. Nevertheless, he needed his job and if Abi told him to take photos of Mia's chest, what other option did he have, other than quitting and going freelance? Too timid to go it alone, he chose to remain as Abi's lapdog.

Noticing Graham take photos of her sister's chest, Rosie stormed forward ready to complain, only for Dawn to drag her back, whispering, "Rosie, don't make a scene dear. Your sister chose to wear that dress, nobody made her." Glancing at Rosie, Abi found the blonde to look charming and tasteful in her refined, dignified nurses' uniform. The alluring, bewitching Mia, in contrast, was simply debasing herself in how she dressed and annoyed the journalist further by never stopping giggling.

Abi wanted to be the strong, alpha career woman. She wanted to rise to the top and be a world-famous journalist. Yet, she faced many hurdles, with her male colleagues not taking her seriously because she was an attractive woman. Many men assumed that she had slept her way into her job, not rating her writing because of the feminist slant she always added to her articles. Admittedly, many of the fluff pieces were demeaning, but they were often at her editor's bequest and besides many, many women enjoyed reading them. Thus, it frustrated Abi to watch silly girls, like this teenager, demean herself on camera, when, from what she had heard so far, Mia appeared quite articulate. Above all else, Abi desired to be taken seriously, but how could she, if, as she reminded Graham, sex sells and all her most popular articles demeaned and degraded women?

Sighing, Abi knew full well that a picture of the semi naked Rowan was likely to make it onto the home page of the Gazette's website. But, if it meant that her article got the most clicks and likes, then she, at least, would start making a name for herself. Hence, despite her reservations, she was happy for Graham to take lurid photos of Mia, as long as the shrill teenager remained willing.

Of course, you could accuse Abi of being a hypocrite, given her penchant for expensive dresses. Naturally she yearned to look desirable, glamorous and exquisite. But, she made it a rule to only wear dresses that both covered her breasts and which extended below the knee. One downside to this was that her dresses were often very difficult to walk in, as they were always so incredibly tight, meaning that she often struggled to bend her knees altogether.

Seething with jealousy, Abi couldn't help but notice, how Mike, the young, twenty-two-year-old blonde male nurse, looked at Rosie with such loving kindness and tenderness. These qualities were always missing from the men Abi usually dated, who always treated her like a piece of meat and their property. Strangely, his face looked rather familiar, like a male version of the singer's. But, that girl, Leanne, had been such an arrogant, pompous, braggart, surely, they couldn't be brother and sister? But then again, Mia and Rosie behaved nothing like each other, the brunette still as annoying as ever. Initially, she had lied to Graham about her flirting with him, but now there was no question about it, Mia was wrapping him around her little finger. Blowing kisses, playing with her hair, sticking out her chest and wiggling her hips, the brunette was shameless in her teasing. Oh, how Abi would love to take Mia down a peg.

Fortunately for Abi, her editor was already one step ahead of her. He'd phoned ahead and asked Dawn whether, in return for a small donation to the hospital, he could ask for the girls to do a few messy shots for the story. If they went well, he promised, they might even make the front page! Unsurprisingly, Dawn readily agreed, but decided to withhold the plan from Rosie until the very last moment. Never in a million years, could she believe that Rosie, ordinarily so neat, tidy and fastidious, would have ever had agreed to get gunged for a newspaper article, let alone on the television. Her upcoming appearance on 'Nemesis' seemed so out of character for her, it was undeniably weird. Half expecting her to back out, Dawn hid the table of pies and buckets of gunge around the corner and waited for Abi to surprise the pair.

As expected, Rosie was not at all impressed at the news that they were about to gunge her. Mia, in contrast, was ecstatic that her sister would finally get her just deserts. Gleefully slapping Rosie on the back, Mia was shocked by her sister retaliating by pushing her into the bushes. Diving headfirst into the shrubbery, Mia got her sleeveless dress caught on a couple of the branches. Her skirt, having snagged on a thorn, revealed her pert backside, barely covered by the skimpy thong that she was wearing. Following a stern look from Abi, Graham went against his better nature and took a few photos of the youngster's bottom. Realising what she had just done, Rosie wagged her finger at Graham and Abi accusingly. Mike asked whether he should intervene, but Dawn put her arm across his chest and forbade him, in case he caused a scene and punched somebody. Eventually, after about thirty seconds, with Rosie's help, Mia finally unhooked her skirt from the bushes and belatedly regained her footing.

Blushing, her spirits were lifted by the prospect of sliming her older sister. Yes, a few weeks ago, Rosie had been egged, but she'd never truthfully got fully messy yet. But, this time, there was no escape, she was sure to meet her comeuppance. To make matters worse for Rosie, Graham then brought out his video recorder. Following Abi's stern brief, he began to direct the girls as Dawn handed them both custard pies to play with. Instructed to twirl the pies around in their hands, the girls were told to pretend to pie their sister. Giggling, Mia brought her pie right up to Rosie's face, who grimaced and pretended to act in disgust, as the custard lay barely centimetres from her.

In return, Rosie pretended to pie Mia's chest before placing her pie in front of her own breasts, in defence, as her sister picked up a bucket of red gunge and pretended to throw it over her. Then, once the brunette put her bucket down, Graham asked Rosie to dab a blob of cream on the tip of Mia's nose, so that he could take a few more pictures. Gleefully accepting the challenge, Rosie thus began decorating her sister. "Not too much, save it for later", Graham warned her. Having grown used to the camera, Mia continued to flirt with Graham, still upset and acting out, after Rowan chose Leanne over her yesterday. Pushing her chest forward, she blew the photographer a kiss, causing him to blush uncontrollably.

Growing increasingly impatient, Abi interjected, "Right, how about we get on with it? Now, I'd like it, if you two could take it in turns to gunge and pie one another. Rosie, why don't you gunge your sister first, in order to teach the little flirt a lesson?" Gleefully, Rosie perked up at this irresistible suggestion. Teasingly, she twirled her custard pie in front of Mia's face a few times before mockingly slamming it against her cheeks as hard as possible. Then, before Mia had wiped the custard from her eyes, Rosie picked up two more cream pies and enveloped the brunette in a gooey, mucoid pie sandwich. Rubbing the foil tins over her sister's head, Rosie made sure not to miss a single inch of skin whatsoever. To Graham's delight, a fourth cream pie was soon splattered against Mia's chest, as Rosie made sure to push the tin down inside her dress and over her gooey cleavage. Rubbing the foil tin over her sister's tiny breasts, the blonde smiled and winked at the camera.

Overcome by the mountain of shaving cream, Mia reflected that her good luck had been due to run out eventually. Somehow, she had escaped getting messy, both yesterday and then again, this morning. Instead, poor Rowan had taken the brunt of the mess, but she was still locked inside the pillory.

Moments later, Rosie emptied a bucket of lime green gunge over Mia's head, taking care to pour at least half the bucket over her sister's creamy cleavage. Taking control, Rosie then bade Mia to go down onto her knees, allowing her to pour a bucket of light blue gunge over her gummy fringe and forehead. Her glutinous fringe now covering her eyes, Mia was defenceless as Rosie splatted a chocolate torte over her cheeks and philtrum. Sighing, Mia realised that her victory yesterday was too good to last, it was inevitable that, as always, Rosie would easily dominate her. Rosie was right, she lacked the fierce competitive streak that gave the initiative to her sister. But, in contrast, Rosie was always so stern and serious, whilst she was delightfully happy-go-lucky. Rowan, in contrast, had been meek, yielding and submissive, hence why even she had got the better of her. Leanne's fatal flaw, had been that she was so desperate for her revenge that she tried to hard, causing her to make mistake after mistake during the pillory game and the food fight. For example, Leanne had tried to take on Ariah, when it was the shyer, smaller, Yasmin who was the easier target.

Watching on, from a safe distance, Abi laughed smugly at the young teen's complete and utter humiliation. Handing Rosie, a bucket of custard, the brunette suggested that she throw it over her sister's still vaguely chest and shoulders. Eagerly accepting the challenge, Rosie coated Mia in the lumpy dessert sauce, causing even the placid Mike to chuckle. Following a chocolate pie sandwich, Rosie made sure to coat her sister's shimmering hair in as much muck as humanly possible. Picking up a bucket of porridge, Rosie upturned it over Mia's head, before holding it firmly down over her sister. Squirming as the thick, lumpy custard disappeared down inside her dress and over her pert breasts, the youngster began to feel flustered by the darkness. Then, when her sister finally lifted up the bucket, she smashed a large chocolate gateau into Mia's face before stuffing what remained of the cake down over her sister's cleavage. Slapping one final custard pie against her sister's chest, Rosie looked around at the table of gunge and pies and realised that she had already used half of it. Gulping, she realised that it was now her turn to get gunged and shuddered in dread at the prospect.

Grinning, Graham asked Mia to stand back up, so that he could take a few photos of the pair to contrast the amount of mess adorning the two sisters. Beaming, Mia picked up her first cream pie and began to taunt her sister. But, before she could smash it into her sister's face, Dawn interrupted her, squeaking, "I'm afraid we have a problem. Mike, Rosie, we've lost track of time, your shifts start in five minutes. Rosie won't have time to get cleaned up before she starts work if Mia is going to pie her." Stepping backwards, out of her sister's reach, Rosie almost collapsed in a spasm of laughter. She was going to escape clean once again, whilst Mia had already been plastered.

Thoroughly annoyed, Abi asked, "But what are we going to do with all the remaining pies and buckets? "You could continue throwing them on Mia", shouted Rosie, as she started off towards the safety of the hospital. "But I'm already too messy, a few more buckets would be a waste", Mia bleated, on the defensive. "Oh, just throw a few buckets of water over her and she'll be as good as new", shouted Rosie, once more, before finally disappearing through the doorway. "What a good idea", beamed Abi before instructing Graham to find a few buckets of water.

Aghast, poor Mia just couldn't believe it. When was she ever going to gunge her sister? Minutes later, Graham returned and placed five buckets of water upon the half-empty table. "But who's going to slime me now", asked Mia, rather naively. "It shall be my pleasure", boasted Abi, striding forwards. Scowling, Mia decide that she really did not like the arrogant reporter. Screaming, Mia whimpered as Abi turned the first bucket over her head before throwing the second, at close range, over her chest and shoulders. Taking liberties, Abi then opened up the front of Mia's dress and peered down at her perky breasts, before splashing them with water. Clocking Mia's chest, Abi couldn't say that she was impressed, but then again, some men said that they preferred the smaller bosom. Her nipples, though, were already rock hard, after the shock of the freezing cold water. Patting Mia's dress down, Abi purposefully prodded her teats through the chiffon, to make it obvious to her that she had seen them.

Keeping her cool, in front of a growing audience, who were watching through the hospital windows, Mia stood passively and allowed Abi to empty the fourth bucket of water over her shimmering hair, before surprising the reporter, by shaking her soiled locks, sending water flying everywhere. "Be careful, this is an expensive dress", Abi moaned, as a slither of water splashed down upon her. Indicating that she was ready to get gunged again, Mia insisted that she didn't need the final bucket. Abi, meanwhile, had to wait impatiently, off to the side, as Mia dried herself down with a towel. An enchanted Graham, made good use of the break, by taking a few more photos of Mia's glistening cleavage.

Then, once Mia was dry, Abi picked up a shaving cream pie and slammed it venomously into Mia's damp forehead. The force of the slam was so strong, that poor, innocent Mia stumbled backwards. "Goodness," she thought, "this woman is such a bitch!" only for Abi to throw a bucket of red gunge all over her. Pushing Mia forcefully to her knees, Abi then plastered her with four consecutive custard pies, rubbing them violently against her nose, causing Mia to whimper. Realising that there were children watching, Mia smiled and waved at them in between each and every pie hit. Grinning, she maintained a positive frame of mind, reminding herself that the laughing children were having a great time, watching her be demolished. If they were happy, then so was she, it cheered her to bring a smile to their faces.

Concerned that his colleague was getting too carried away, Graham warned, "Abi, not so hard, otherwise you'll give her a nosebleed." "Nonsense, this is just a bit of fun", Abi replied, before adding, "besides, we're standing next to a hospital!" Emptying a bucket of melted chocolate over Mia, brought the biggest cheer thus far, from the watching audience. Thinking that they were cheering her on, rather than enjoying the simple pleasures of watching slapstick comedy, Abi blew a few kisses to the kids watching through the hospital windows. In her arrogance, the reporter hadn't realised that they were teenagers. "Erm, Abi don't", Graham tried to warn her.

Forgetting herself, Abi opened up the front of Mia's dress and pored custard over her quivering breasts, right in front of an unimpressed parent. Angry at the risquelement of the performance, she began to argue with a nurse, whilst Abi coated Mia's breasts with a caramel cream pie, which she then slathered all over them.

Then, pushing Mia to the ground, Abi lifted up her skirt and planted a shaving cream pie against her bottom. "Excuse me, there are children watching", Dawn warned, as the nurse watching inside swiftly closed the blinds over the windows. Keeping Mia pinned down, her backside wiggling in the air, Abi then poured a bucket of thick, miry porridge over her delightful, lithe rear.

"Right that's it!" Mia screeched as she wriggled free, stood up and headed towards the table. Noticing that the blinds were closed, Mia vowed to cut loose her shackles, as now, none of the children were watching. Grabbing the last remaining bucket of water, she flung it over Abi. Wailing, Abi shouted, "You bitch, this is an expensive dress. You've ruined it." "They might not be able to see you, but they can still hear you, you cannot use that sort of language at a hospital!" Dawn scolded the reporter.

Handing Mia two custard pies, the matron then held Abi down, as the teenager splatted the pies over the brunette's forehead. Still pinned down, Abi gulped in horror, as Mia then carefully poured a bucket of green gunge over her head, whilst taking care not to splash Dawn, who took delight in helping her.

"Graham, do something!" Abi rasped, as she struggled to free herself. "Oh, I am", he chortled, before zooming in over her slime stained chest and shrugging. Enraged, Abi pushed Dawn aside and brushed passed Mia on her way back to the table. Picking up another gigantic caramel cream pie, she flung it into the brunette's face, before upturning another bucket of porridge over her forehead. Then, pushing Mia to the ground once more, she lifted her skirt back up, exposing her bottom to the elements. Smashing a cream pie against her rear, Abi squealed in glee as she rubbed the caramel over her bare flesh, only to slip over the prone teenager as she tried to step over her.

Landing with a thud by the teenager's side, Abi clawed at Mia's dress, unzipping it. Then, after pulling the chiffon down over Mia's shoulders, Abi wrenched the dress down her entire body. Throwing the dress into the nearby pond, Abi glanced down at the young brunette, who was naked, save for her thong, and poured a bucket of nacho cheese over her bare chest, as she tried to wriggle free of her.

Aghast, Graham shouted, "Abi, you've gone too far!" and angrily handed Dawn his camera. Storming over, he gave chase to Abi, who swiftly realised that she'd made a vast error in judgement. Sadly, for Abi, her JoJo dress was so tight, that she struggled to bend her knees enough to run away from him. Hence, Graham easily picked her up and threw the journalist into the pond behind them.
Disappearing completely under, the brunette whimpered as she felt the putrid water ooze inside her underwear and realised that her expensive heels, which had sunk down into the mud, were now lost forever.

"Mia, I'm so sorry for not intervening earlier", Graham apologised, before helping Mia to her feet and handing her the towel. Wrapping it around her chest, Mia replied, "Hmm, I do wish you had, you really ought to have done, the first time she lifted up my skirt, you realise. It doesn't excuse your prior cowardice, but thanks for helping me out, eventually, anyhow." Then, surprising Graham and Dawn, Mia jumped into the pond, next to Abi. Thrashing around, splashing the sullen journalist, Mia eventually found her sodden dress and eased herself back into it. Cheekily, she even asked Abi to zip her back up, with the journalist sheepishly obliging.

Fearing the worst, Dawn gasped as she saw Rosie open the blinds to the downstairs window. Oblivious to what had been going on outside, she didn't know how close she came to exposing her sister's nudity. Faced with an audience, once more, a crouching Mia shocked Dawn by demanding, "Please, could you hand Abi the last remaining bucket?" "What? Why?" the confused matron sputtered. "Because it will make a great photo and besides, the children love seeing me get gunged, don't they?" On cue, the watching children cheered as Dawn nervously handed Abi the bucket. Shamefacedly, Abi forced a smile before emptying the bucket of red slime all over Mia. Cheering, the kids cried out for more, so Mia bade Dawn hand Abi the final custard pie, which she swiftly splatted against the youngster's forehead.

Waving to the highly appreciative crowd, Mia heard Abi remark, "You like being gunged, don't you?" "Oh, I love it, as long as someone doesn't take it too far, like you just did, Abi. Slapstick is fun, can't you see all the children laughing? In fact, they love it", Mia continued. Then, after playfully splashing Abi, Mia whispered, "Go on, dunk me under the water." Unsure of herself, Abi shrugged her shoulders before nervously obliging the brunette's wishes. A cacophony of laughter thus erupted from the watching children. Resurfacing, Mia spat a mouthful of water over Abi's chin, playfully. Thus, Abi responded by ducking Mia back under the water.

Misreading the situation, an aggrieved Graham warned his colleague, "Don't do that again, unless you want to be a front-page headline. Imagine how the boss will react when he hears that you've assaulted a teenager." Panicking, Dawn cried, "Please, don't run that story, it would be terrible publicity for the hospital." "Yeah, but it would make great viewing figures for our website", Graham responded. "No, guys, I'm not going to be pressing charges. Like Dawn says, the last thing I want is for any negative publicity for anyone. We'd be doing the children a huge disservice if you guys lost any funding", Mia retorted. Laughing, the brunette added, "Besides, haven't you got hundreds of images of Rowan without her clothes on? Won't your editor prefer to run those instead? I'm sure Rowan, won't mind, she adores the attention." "I guess so, though we had better ask her first", Graham responded. "Don't worry, just tell her what happened here and that I owe her one. Though, you're right, its probably for the best if you chose a photo where she's at least wearing her knickers!" Mia chortled.

Laughing, Mia played up to the adoring crowd by repeatedly dunking her head up and under the water. Splashing a thoroughly ashamed Abi, Mia had no idea just how big an enemy she had just made of her. Then, after wiping pond weed from off her backside, Mia stood up, meaning to climb up out of the water. But slipping over, the brunette splashed comically backwards, disappearing, once again, completely under. Sat down, on the grimy pond bed, Abi was thus unable to avoid the giant spray of water that engulfed her. Humbled and angry at herself, for humiliating the girl and almost torpedoing her own career, the craven Abi sighed and feebly fell backwards into the water.