Parvati was feeling stressed; she felt haggard and harassed. Pitch black outside, it was one thirty in the morning and the young, exhausted director was finding it impossible to fall back asleep. For the past two months this sorry existence had been her normal routine and thoroughly inescapable. But it hadn't always been like this. When she was younger, she used to be a great sleeper; as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a log. But not anymore. Tomorrow was the biggest day of her career and everything she had ever fought for was in danger of being tossed away. The reason? Simple really: Poppy, the neighbour from hell, was hosting a party for her friends.

Five foot seven inches tall and of Indian descent, the twenty-six-year-old director, had risen to become the executive producer of the new gameshow 'Nemesis'. For Parvati, the past six months had been a whirlwind. In such an extraordinary short amount of time, she'd gone from being a runner to becoming the most powerful person on set. She still answered to the company shareholders of course, but she was so ruthless and efficient that they adored her. Parvati truly was great at her job. But being inexperienced, she had also come cheap. To cut costs, the board of directors had even asked her to direct the first episode. Wanting to impress, Parvati had foolishly agreed. She didn't want to look weak, she didn't want them to know that she felt harried and peaked. Ordinarily, she would have warned them that it would be impossible to juggle both roles, but she didn't want to lose this fantastic opportunity to anybody else. There were dozens of equally qualified young professionals who could easily step into her shoes and being a fearless, determined, young career woman, she was out to impress.

Parvati had been introduced to the bizarre world of gunge filled gameshows by her younger cousin Arjan, who before she had become attached to the project, had already been employed as a member of the backstage crew. Arjan and his friend, and fellow co-worker, Bill, were properly obsessed with the prospect of sliming pretty ladies and had taught Parvati everything that they knew. But now, she was their boss and had to continually struggle to reign their obsessive, madcap ideas in. Together, the pair drew thousands of zany and eccentric designs for gunge machines, but had absolutely no concern or inkling about costs. Furthermore, their contraptions that made it beyond the design stage continually leaked and tended to go horribly, horribly wrong. During a test run, one of the contestants, a pretty teenager called Mia, had been plunged into a large vat of custard by mistake. As the dainty brunette resurfaced, only to be engulfed by a shower of purple gunge, Parvati knew that she had to hire somebody else.

With Arjan and Bill side-lined, Parvati took the bold decision to employ two inexperienced sisters, Penny and Bonnie. Almost immediately, they proved superior to their male colleagues. Penny was the brains and conceived all of their greatest design ideas, whilst Bonnie was the phenomenally talented craftswoman. Yet inevitably, like the boys, Parvati found them pretty hard to control. The younger sister Penny, thought herself superior and tried to tell Bonnie, Bill, Arjan and the others what to do. Struggling with her workload, Parvati had let it slip at a production meeting that she was thinking about promoting somebody to be in charge off the entire backstage crew, to ease the pressure on herself.

Despite his disregard for costs, Bill seemed like the most natural fit to be leader, as having been attached to the project the longest, he also garnered the greatest respect amongst his peers. But Bonnie was the most naturally talented and Penny was the most efficient and it came naturally to her to boss and order the others around. Arjan, on the other hand, would probably be the cheapest and most subservient option. But if she gave him the job she might be accused of nepotism, which appalled her to her very core.

Parvati was also struggling with Aiko, the Japanese host of the show. Aiko's uncle owned the production company behind the new adventure; 'Nemesis' was meant to be a launchpad for her fledgling career in the west. Every time Aiko disagreed with one of Parvati's carefully deliberated decisions, the presenter complained to her uncle who would thus pressure Parvati into caving into Aiko's every whim. Ordinarily, Parvati didn't treat fools gladly, but when Aiko got involved she felt she didn't have a choice. Nonetheless, as the date for the filming of the pilot episode got closer, Parvati recognised that they were all onto something special. She'd managed to find four incredibly attractive female contestants and was even managing to keep the episode under budget. But then, Aiko complained about the inevitable prospect of getting messy and so orders from above insisted on the hiring of an easily manipulated, wretched co-host who would be forced into presenting the messier parts of the show.

So against Parvati's better judgement, the teen starlet Tori had been chosen as the fall guy for the pilot episode. Tori had recently been temporarily written out of the soap, 'Cherry Hill', after complaining about her character cheating on her real-life boyfriend Matty, thus making her really unpopular with the fans of the show. Hence, appalled at her character's behaviour, the gullible general public were especially keen to see Tori thoroughly humiliated and plunged into the gunge.

To Parvati's horror, thought she found Aiko to be high maintenance, the emotional and narcissistic Tori was in another league altogether. To make matters worse she was also pretty thick. Her on-set behaviour intolerable, Tori had insisted on having her dressing room extended when the production crew should have been working on last minute adjustments to Bonnie's elaborate gunge tanks and dunk stools. But Tori had failed to insist on a no gunge clause in her contract, so Bill and Arjan were particularly keen to work over time so that Tori would eventually receive her thoroughly deserved just deserts.

But Tori alone was not enough to give Parvati her sleepless nights. Penny and Bonnie seemed resentful of her and were beginning to make changes to the show behind her back. Isolated, Parvati felt like she was having to do everything by herself. It had been a race against time to get everything ready for the grand launch of the show and every time she felt in control, yet another teeming problem would emerge and cause her to lose another night' precious sleep. So, lying in bed the night before the launch, feeling on the edge of a nervous breakdown, Parvati wondered whether she had taken on far too much. Furthermore, she wondered whether she would ever again have a full night's sleep. She doubted that very much.

Flicking her medium length dark black hair off her careworn face, Parvati ducked down under her duvet to escape the racket emanating from next door. Like many young professionals, Parvati rented a semi-detached house on the outskirts of a large, ever expanding housing estate. The neighbourhood wasn't too bad to be honest, it was simply her great misfortune to live next door to the neighbour from hell: Poppy Wells. Poppy wasn't a small-scale drug dealer. She wasn't the haggard mother of uncontrollable delinquents or the proprietor of a menagerie of sinister, evil cats. In truth, Poppy was a perfectly nice, delightful young woman. Always smiley and polite, she was loved and adored by everyone that she knew. Whenever Arjan came around to visit, he was suitably entranced. Albeit Arjan, no longer upset at the sisters for stealing his thunder, had now become besotted with Bonnie who likewise was too shy to make her reciprocal feelings for Parvati's cousin known to her crush. Yet other than Arjan, every other man who crossed paths with Parvati's neighbour would inescapably become obsessed.

For Poppy was an underwear model. She was strikingly beautiful and she was blonde. Of course, Parvati was jealous. Who wouldn't be? But her spitefulness hinged on more than just Poppy's fabulous looks. Parvati's major problem with Poppy was that she was cataclysmically cacophonous. Poppy never shut up. She never stopped talking. She was always on her phone. But most unforgivably, she played her music unfeasibly loud.

The walls between their houses were pathetically thin. Parvati could always hear Poppy whenever she sang horrendously in the shower, had a row with her now ex-boyfriend or more recently, during her many one-night stands. Focusing on her career, poor Parvati wasn't getting any action, whereas, in the bedroom, Poppy was unbelievably rambunctious. Parvati found this last grievance particularly hard. She was smart, witty and reasonably pretty and without a man. But she refused to let this absence in her life define her and threw everything into her work.

But it was Poppy's music, rather than her sex, that most annoyed her neighbour. For the model had the most frustrating habit of never turning her music off whenever she left a room. Hence, Parvati was often kept awake even when Poppy had hit the town to party on a night out. Likewise, Parvati could hear every word of Poppy's television, even when the blonde model was no longer watching her favourite shows. Cloyingly, Poppy enjoyed watching the same half a dozen movies over and over again. Poor Parvati could quote almost every word of 'The Notebook' and she'd never even seen that terrible film!

But most infuriatingly of all, Poppy loved to host late night parties. The terrible dance music emanating from her loudspeakers every weekend shook the very foundations of both hers and Parvati's homes. Yet whenever Parvati mentioned her grievances to her other neighbours, nobody else seemed to care.

Parvati thought about calling the police, but didn't want to draw attention to herself should she end up giving bad publicity to her new show. So, Parvati tried talking to Poppy about the noise, but even then, it didn't go well. Now, Parvati was not someone who naturally shied away from conflict or tension. At work she relished speaking her mind to Arjan, Bill or Bonnie. Penny was more difficult to deal with admittedly, but then again, she hardly ever put a foot wrong. But when it came to airing her grievances to Poppy she simply stuttered and mumbled away. For no matter the topic of conversation between them, Poppy would simply smile, flutter her eyelids and offer Parvati unlimited praise. Parvati found it impossible to criticise such an upbeat, positive person, who in reality was just too darn nice.

Golden blonde, blue eyed Poppy was three years younger than her neighbour at twenty-three. She carried the cheery, carefree demeanour of someone without a trouble in the world. Even though she had recently gone through the agony of a painful breakup, unless you were close to her, you wouldn't be able to tell. For Poppy, the world was full of possibilities and the model was eager to snatch them all. She'd never had to struggle to make a living. Her uncle owned a string of dirty magazine titles and through his connections, had helped her forge a successful career for herself. Always in demand for glossy magazine, at five foot eight, she was however judged, to her great disappointment, to be an inch or two too short for the catwalk. Nevertheless, to her great satisfaction, her creepy uncle had secretly pulled some strings and helped her gain a lucrative contract modelling lingerie for a large high street chain. Her luscious curves were thus very famous and she was lusted at by every man in the street.

Now Poppy wasn't completely blind to the nepotism and cronyism which kick-started her career, but through her own hard work she had started to carve out a nice little niche of her own. Her easy charm and innocence, coupled with a knowing sexuality, had enabled her to become one of the most in demand lingerie models there had ever been.

Her main rival was Tatiana, the raven-haired older sister of the teen actress Tori, who was the co-host of Parvati's show. Tatiana was the more overtly sexual, leading her to gaining the seedier, lower end contracts, such as from Poppy's uncle, and had done many a topless shoot. Poppy, in contrast, was proud to have maintained her integrity and to have never have exposed her chest. The pair had recently come into conflict over competing for the contract for a brand-new luxury brand of lingerie, for which they were due for a call back next week. But more crushingly, it was Tatiana who had slept with Poppy's boyfriend causing their painful break up. But Parvati didn't know all this, she was only aware of what kept her awake at night.

For Parvati, part of the problem was that no matter how kind and generous Poppy could be, she was simply oblivious to her many, many faults. Reasonably smart and extraordinarily good looking, she had only ever faced praise her entire life. Nevertheless, Poppy wasn't arrogant or conceited, she was hardworking and down to earth. She didn't play her music too loudly on purpose, it was just how she had always been, and her parents had never told her to turn it down when she was growing up. Poppy simply didn't realise that she was being a nuisance and nobody, not even Parvati, ever told her to shut up. For how could you when Poppy baked you cookies or offered to give you a free designer dress?

To make matters worse, Poppy's best friend, Summer, had become an almost permanent fixture round Poppy's address. Incredibly, Summer was even louder than Poppy and was cursed with the most ear splittingly horrific braying laugh. But unlike Poppy, Summer was shallow, conceited and not even half as bright. Her vacuous chatter had permeated Parvati's walls on a daily basis, ever since Poppy's boyfriend's incomprehensible cheating had caused them to split up.

Like Poppy, Summer was also a model. Though inevitably she wasn't half as attractive. If it wasn't for Poppy's influence and contacts, opportunities and jobs for Summer would probably by now have all dried up. Lacking the same sharpness and distinctiveness in her face, Summer scraped by on unglamorous shoots. Nevertheless, a loving friend, Poppy was determined to help Summer make the big league, but time was running out; for Summer was already twenty-four. At five foot ten, the beach blonde lacked the voluptuous curves of her best friend and had never made it as a lingerie model.

Furthermore, she wasn't as good an actor, lacking grace and poise in front of the camera. But thankfully, menial modelling jobs weren't beneath her, for it had been her lifelong dream to be a model. She wasn't fussed if she had to model camping gear or demeaning fancy dress, she would do anything that she was offered.

There was only one thing at which she drew the line: getting messy. She had recently cancelled a gig at a cosmetics store, once she had realised that she would end up getting covered in molasses. For Summer was incredibly squeamish and made a terrible fuss whenever Poppy splashed her with water or clumsily knocked a drink down her dress.

So, it was to her great horror to discover that Poppy's younger sister Yasmin seemed determined to make her into a mess. Having been introduced to gunge by her friends, Yasmin had recently become obsessed. She was trying to convert her older sister into getting messy and Summer was certain that somehow, she would end up getting slimed as a joke. Hence, Summer was horrified to discover that Poppy's neighbour worked at a gunge gameshow, a point that Yasmin was unlikely to pass up.

Only eighteen, Yasmin carried the cute, pretty demeanour of a teenager rather than that of the sexy older woman that her sister Poppy had recently become. Possessing paler blonde hair than her sibling, Yasmin still carried the aura of a girl next door. Nevertheless, Poppy was convinced that once her stick thin sister grew and matured, that she would become the real stunner in the family.

Though of course, Yasmin inevitably disagreed. Her sister was absolutely stunning. Still growing, she lacked her sister's curves, confidence and ease that she had with her body. Much shorter than her sister, Yasmin was only five foot three, she had no real prospects of being a model. Nevertheless, Poppy realised that her sister was really starting to blossom.

Noticeably quieter than her sister, Yasmin generally didn't add to the cacophony of noise that Poppy and Summer could produce. Yet Yasmin was round visiting her sibling the day that Parvati finally had summoned up the courage to march round, bang on Poppy's front door and complain about the noise. But no sooner had her host opened the door than Parvati found herself the esteemed recipient of a pair of tickets to a film premiere that Poppy was unable to attend. Blindsided by Poppy's kindness, Parvati promised in return VIP tickets for Poppy, Yasmin and Summer to the first episode of her new gameshow.

Thus, earlier this evening, Yasmin and Summer had rocked up at Poppy's intending to stay the night, thereby allowing them to get an early start together in the morning. But six hours later, rowdy as ever, music blaring, they were still wide awake. There were no signs of them crawling off to bed and no prospect of them getting up early the following morning.

Parvati knew that Poppy would turn the music off eventually, but the producer had a breaking point and tonight felt like she was about to snap. She tried placing her pillow over her face, but that made no difference whatsoever. Sighing, she realised that she would have to wrestle herself out of bed and knock loudly and ferociously against the wall. Poppy didn't like it when this happened, it always guaranteed to make her jump. For someone who made a lot of noise, Poppy was remarkably jittery at the slightest unexpected sound. Parvati had increasingly begun to use this tactic as it was the only thing that she could do that worked. Ironically, Poppy was oblivious to her neighbour's objections, simply confusing the thump with the vibrations of her gigantic sub-woofer instead. Nevertheless, it also spooked her, making her uneasy and feel the need to retire back to bed.

Sitting round the kitchen table, Yasmin was wearing a bright yellow tank top and a pair of scruffy jean shorts. She was extremely excited about the gameshow, as by luck would have it, she knew two of the contestants, Ava and Mia through their mutual friend Taylor, who worked with Ava's sister. The last time she had met Mia, the brunette had tricked her into getting covered in chocolate trifle, custard and strawberry jam. Thus, Yasmin was looking forward to watching Mia getting covered in something far, far worse.

But in the meantime, Yasmin thought that she'd play a trick on Summer, who unlike Mia, would be far less keen to end the day covered in gunge. Ever since Summer had refused the gig at the cosmetics store, to Yasmin, the blonde had seemed supercilious, precious and aloof. It was almost as if Summer felt that people who enjoyed getting messy were beneath her. But since that list now included Yasmin, the teenager felt out for revenge.

Planning her next move, Yasmin eyed the two older women up and down, as they nattered away on the other side of the table. Poppy looked thoroughly resplendent dressed in a loose oversized green t-shirt and a snug, pale white, knee length skirt. Summer, in contrast, wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a red chiffon blouse that was surely too expensive to dare risk getting messy. Nevertheless, slightly drunk, like the others, plucky Yasmin didn't want to pass up on the chance. After having been introduced to card games by a male model that she fancied, Summer had cajoled the others into playing pontoon for the past half an hour. By far the soberest of the trio, Summer was also experiencing exceptionally good fortune and Yasmin an awfully rotten run of bad luck. Having already had twenty pounds taken off her, the poor student, had no more money left to spend. So full of brio and verve, she suggested, "Hey, instead of betting money, how about the losers of the next round suffer a messy dare?"

Drifting half off to sleep, Summer suddenly woke up with a start. Horrified at the proposal, she complained, "No chance, this top cost me thirty pounds, I'm not getting it messy!" "Well you can always take it off!" teased Yasmin, rather bizarrely overexcited at the thought. Keen to exasperate her best friend even further, Poppy added, "Actually, that's a great idea Yasmin. Summer's fleeced us both enough already, I'd quite like my revenge. I've got a selection of desserts and cartons of custard left over from our party last night. How about whoever loses gets pied and has a custard poured over their head?"

Squealing, it sounded like Summer was about to have a fit. "Oh God no!" she wailed, "That means I have a one in three chance of getting messy." "No, it's actually two in three; only the outright winner stays clean", Yasmin corrected her with glee. Summer glanced at Poppy looking for a way out. But rather tipsy, Poppy was adamant that they all had to play. Thus, backed into a corner, Summer felt that she had no other option but to admit, "Okay, alright."

For the next round, it was Poppy's turn to be dealer. The golden blonde greedily dealt out the cards, flamboyantly slapping each one down onto her kitchen table. Sitting to the dealer's left, it was Summer's turn to play first. Taking a peak at her hidden card, Summer tried to bluff its value. She tried to um and ah as if the card was of low value, but the others were not taken in. Yasmin could tell by the faint upturn of her lip that she held a picture card, for Summer was simply unable to keep a straight face.

In reality however, Summer truly was in a pickle. She held a Queen, the card which was hidden, and also an eight. She knew the odds were against her. There was hardly any point twisting and if she chose to stick she would probably get beat. "Um, stick, no I meant twist. Wait, stick, no twist, definitely twist", Summer began, visibly unable to decide. "Sorry love, I've got to take your first answer", teased Poppy viciously, in reply. "Alright, stick it is then", admitted Summer, puffing out her cheeks as she glanced over at the fridge, deeply afraid.

In the meantime, Yasmin glanced down at her own cards, a hidden Jack and a seven. Summer seemed rather annoyed. She probably didn't have a great hand. But Summer was a coward, Yasmin felt that her first instinct would be to wimp out and stick, playing it safe. Yasmin, in contrast, liked to take risks. If she hadn't been so forward with her boyfriend Jack, he probably would never have plucked up enough courage to ask her out. If she hadn't suggested the messy forfeit, they would never be on the verge of slamming a custard pie into Summer's face. Feeling brave, Yasmin shouted, "Twist" and gulped as her sister turned over a five. Scrunching up her face in disappointment, Yasmin threw her jack onto the table. "You're so bust?" gloated Summer, in pure anticipation.

Equally ecstatic, Poppy jumped straight out of her chair and headed for the fridge. Taking a moment to select her choice of weapon, Poppy picked up a strawberry cheesecake and slowly edged forwards until she was standing behind her sister, who was still sitting obediently on her chair. Summer eagerly counted down from three before Poppy thrust it ferociously back into her sister's exquisite face. Yasmin nervously braced herself as the strawberry exploded all over her cheeks and as the cream cheese stuck to her forehead and chin, the breadcrumbs swiftly tumbled down onto her fidgeting shoulders and her small, trembling chest. Taking care to prolong the torment, Poppy expertly began to rub the cream cheese into Yasmin's forehead and temples before Summer passed her a carton of freezing, clammy custard. Summer watched on in glee as Yasmin was obliterated by layer upon layer of the thick, slimy desert. Cascading down her cheeks, the teenager was temporarily blinded as the custard ran down over her face and onto her quivering chest.

Once Poppy had finished her turn, Summer suggested, "Since you were ever so keen to see me topless earlier, I reckon it's only fair that you should do the same." Grinning widely, Yasmin swiftly tore off her tank top and threw it into Summer's unsuspecting face. Brushing the top onto the floor, Summer continued, "Bra too, I've got such a treat." Egged on by her sister, Yasmin unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor. Exuberantly, Summer raided the fridge and brought out a jar of mayonnaise. Very carefully, she began to spoon the condiment onto Yasmin's small, yet pert breasts before spreading the creamy dressing all over her chest.

Picking up Yasmin's top and bra, Summer first threw the tank top out of the kitchen window. Raiding the fridge for the second time, Summer located a can of whipped cream before spraying the Chantilly into each cup of Yasmin's bra. Handing her underwear back to the teenager, Summer exclaimed, "Let's see if this still fits." Giggling, Yasmin eased her cream filled bra back over her breasts. Instantly, the Chantilly oozed up over each bra cup, with a disgustingly loud squelch. Completing the torment, Summer pressed down on each bra cup before spraying one final dollop of the whipped cream over Yasmin's face. Still sniggering, Yasmin truly didn't mind her messy humiliation one bit. Neither did it worry her that Summer was taking such great satisfaction out of slapping whipped cream all over her face. For in two minutes time their roles would be reversed.

Once the taunting Summer eventually sat down, it was finally time for Poppy's turn to begin. The rather drunk model took a quick look at her cards. Seeing that she had two sixes, she declared, "Gee, I think I'm going to split." As Poppy turned over her sixes, Summer tried to maintain a straight, phlegmatic face. The pale blonde couldn't work out whether this outcome increased or decreased her chances of escaping clean.

Trying to ramp up the tension, Poppy slowly peeled over the top card of the deck. Seeing Summer rather flail around trying to do the simple sum in her head, Poppy announced, "Nine and six, that's fifteen. I guess I'd better twist." This time far more apprehensive, Poppy picked up the next card and held it close to her chest. Peeling it away from her t-shirt she took a quick peak before slamming it loudly onto the table. As Poppy barked, "Fifteen, plus a King, I'm bust!" Summer raised her hands ready in triumph until a spiteful Yasmin warned her, "Not so fast Summer, my sister still has another go."

Finally realising what she had volunteered herself for, Poppy's eternal smile slowly began to fade. Like Summer, she had never yet experienced being gunged. Rather blasin her sozzled belief that she was invincible at cards, she clearly had not expected to get messy. But cursing the cruel luck of the draw, a slight grimace began to spread across her worried, apprehensive face.

Without pausing to think, Poppy quickly flicked over the top card on the pile. "Six plus four, that's ten. Not too bad, but clearly I'll have to twist again." Poppy reached for the next card and without looking at it first, fearfully showed it to the others, praying for an ace or a ten. "Guys what have I got?" she asked, expecting the worst. "A three, you've got thirteen. If I were you I'd twist again", suggested Yasmin trying to help her sister win. Poppy nodded and glanced over at Summer, who sported a rather bemused expression all over her face. For she had failed GCSE maths at school and was truly was atrocious at simple addition.

Poppy gingerly turned over the next card: a four. With a score of seventeen, she was now in dangerous territory. A picture card would hand Summer the game. But surely not even Summer would have stuck with anything lower than eighteen. Poppy glanced over at her best friend and noticed the small glimmer of a smirk. "You're still winning, aren't you?" she asked, hoping that her worst fears would not be confirmed. "I sure am", boasted Summer as she turned her hidden Queen upright onto the table.

"Oh, in that case, then I'd really better twist", beamed Poppy as Yasmin shook her head, almost offended by Summer's brazen amateurism. Full of adrenalin, Poppy picked the next card up off of the table. It was a ten. "Get in!" exclaimed Summer, realising that she had won. As the pale blonde gloated, "I'm so going to enjoy this", her best friend let go of the ten and to everyone's amazement two cards fell onto the table.

"Hang on, the ten wasn't the top card", bleated Yasmin as the three women glanced towards the hidden card, which was face down on the table. "Hey, not fair", bleated Summer, before a bragging Yasmin crowed, "Rules are rules", relieved that her sister had received an unexpected second chance to avoid humiliation. Breathing heavily, Poppy slid the hidden card over to the edge of the table. Flicking it upwards, she held her breath as the eight of clubs fluttered down onto the table. "Seventeen plus eight, that's twenty-five. You've lost after all!" bemoaned Yasmin, at the crushing anti-climax of her jubilation.

Triumphant, Summer jeered, "Since you lost twice, I reckon you ought to receive twice the messy humiliation!" Nonetheless keen to see her sister messy, Yasmin conceded, "I'm afraid I have to agree", as Poppy hung her head in sheer, bitter disappointment.

Skipping gleefully to the fridge, Summer selected a large lemon tart, which she threw it at Poppy's perfect cheeks from barely three feet away. Colliding with a loud squelch, the tart exploded all over the unfortunate golden blonde, before slipping down onto her chest. Spitting a lump of baked custard out from between her teeth, Poppy had no time to brace herself before Summer swiftly smashed a tiramisu all over the top of her hair. Her best friend chortled as she massaged the mascarpone over her host's scalp, before Yasmin handed her a carton of custard. Playfully, Summer pressed Poppy's head slightly back until her face was almost horizontal. Then without warning, Summer greedily emptied half of the carton's contents over Poppy's chin, cheeks and nose.

Yearning for a piece of the action, Yasmin approached the pair armed with a large pot of cherry flavoured yoghurt. But wanting to gunge Poppy all by herself, Summer threw the remaining half of the custard over Yasmin, hitting her square in the chest. Disorientated, Yasmin was unable to prevent Summer from snatching the pot of yoghurt from her grasp and could only watch as she opened up the front of Poppy's top and poured its contents all over her victim's heaving chest. Laughing loudly, as the cold, slimy yoghurt began to tickle her senseless, Poppy at least had to admit that by wearing the contents of her fridge she would avoid devouring the devilish temptations.

Not to be deterred, Yasmin picked up a gigantic banoffee pie and bent down next to her sister, ready to rub it gently into her face. But Poppy had other ideas and simply pushed it back towards the teenager, engulfing her entire face in cream, toffee and pastry. Wiping a slice of banana from her eyes, Yasmin gawked as Summer gleefully took a picture on her phone.

Remembering that her tank top had been thrown outside, Yasmin quickly slipped on a pair of flip flops and ran into the garden. Still unable to clearly see, Yasmin rubbed more cream from her eyes before picking up her tank top and throwing it over her shoulder. Stepping back inside the kitchen, she was engulfed by a double headed deluge as Poppy, holding a two-litre bottle of milk, and Summer, a two litre bottle of orange juice, emptied their entire contents over the startled teenager. Taking over ten seconds for the bottles to completely empty, Yasmin simply stood and accepted her onslaught, for she had lost fair and square. As the milk flowed down her semi-naked body, washing away the custard, mayonnaise and toffee from her taut stomach and developing breasts, Yasmin turned her face towards the onslaught, allowing her two tormentors to wash her cheeks clean.

Once the deluge was finally over, Poppy and Summer simultaneously slapped Yasmin on her behind, causing the young teenager to shriek at the very top of her lungs. After rubbing, her sore behind, Yasmin tried to take a step forward, only to slip over on the messy, slimy, kitchen floor. Wringing her sodden beach blonde hair as she squirmed around on the floor, Yasmin declared, "I think I'd better get cleaned up." Laughing, Poppy took one look at her sister and said, "Well those mucky clothes aren't leaving this kitchen!" Not sure whether her sister was joking, Yasmin once again unhooked her bra at threw into the sink. Her small breasts swaying, she gently eased her jean shorts down her legs when suddenly a large thud emanated through the kitchen wall. "Must be the subwoofer again", suggested Summer as a petrified Poppy stumbled in shock and crumbled down to the floor. "I guess so", Yasmin replied, rather unsure, as she helped her gibbering sister back to her feet. Continuing, Yasmin suggested, "Do you reckon we ought to turn the music down, we don't want to wake Parvati and after all, it is her big day tomorrow?" "Oh, I never thought about that", admitted Poppy, honestly. Continuing she croaked worriedly, "But we weren't being too loud were we? If we were keeping Parvati awake, she would say so. She's never complained about the noise before, but I guess we'd better be careful not to wake her."

Summer meanwhile yawned as she spied the excessively messy two sisters. In contrast, she was still pristine and she wanted to end the evening this way. Wanting to escape whilst she still had the opportunity Summer added, "That's true, plus it is getting late. We ought to go to bed ourselves, or we'll never get up in the morning." "I agree", replied Poppy before pulling her sister's knickers down to the floor. Slapping the naked teenager on her cute behind, Poppy added, "Though I'm definitely using the bathroom first, before spraying one final dollop of whipped cream on Yasmin's nose and rubbing it in. Covering her crotch with her hands, Yasmin replied, "Alright, I'll see you two tomorrow morning." Finally, alone, Yasmin wiped her hands against her backside and began to wring out her hair. As excess orange juice and milk splashed down upon her chest once again, she thought to herself, "Summer, you may have got the better of me this time, but I'll get you back tomorrow, I swear!"

Next door, having dragged herself out of bed in order to crawl downstairs, Parvati shrieked in utter frustration at her neighbour's stupidity. From now on she would be irascibly specific about her objections to Poppy's incessant levels of noise pollution. But fortunately for Parvati, her wall thumping still seemed to do the trick. Poppy had finally turned her terrible music off and was already trudging back upstairs.

Thoroughly relieved, Parvati settled back to bed once more. After another ten minutes of fruitless tossing and turning, Parvati was just starting to drift off to sleep when her mobile phone began to violently buzz on top of her bedside chest of drawers. She couldn't believe it! In case of emergencies, Parvati never dared turn her phone to silent. There was far too much at stake at work to avoid any mysterious calls. Groggily reaching over, she blinked twice in order to clear the mounting sleep from her eyes. Glancing at the screen she screamed. It was Bonnie! Yet again! The brunette had already rung her five times this week alone, each time cutting off before Parvati had had time to answer. To make matters worse, she was one of those evil people who never answered their phone if you immediately attempted to return their call. Parvati couldn't understand why anybody sane would ever do that. If she really wanted the promotion, Bonnie was hardly endearing herself to her boss. She needed to show more initiative, more get-go and drive. Someone who called their boss every hour of the day was clearly not ready to lead a team around her.

Parvati had become paranoid about receiving late night calls ever since she had failed to pick up when Arjan, working overtime, had accidentally trapped his leg in Tori's brand-new shower guttering. Feeling guilty about not taking him to the hospital, Parvati had been taken advantage of by Bonnie who seemed to call her up every hour of the day in order to discuss even the tiniest of concerns. But lately she had stopped ever returning her calls, which were gradually becoming later and later every evening. Inevitably, Parvati had managed to settle most of the trivial problems within five minutes of arriving at work the following morning. But for the past two days Bonnie had feigned ignorance when Parvati asked her about her problem.

Feebly suggesting that she must have rung Parvati by accident, Bonnie couldn't explain why Parvati had repeatedly been called. Shaking her head, Parvati decreed that there would be hell to pay the following morning. She wished that Bonnie would be more like her younger sister Penny, who to this day had never troubled her with a late, midnight call. Penny was proactive whilst Bonnie was reactive. There was absolutely no question about who Parvati admired more. Grumpily slamming the phone down once Bonnie failed to pick up once again, Parvati settled her head wearily back onto her pillow. In what seemed like only moments later, her alarm clock crowed. It was time to get up and the challenges of the day ahead were yet to begin.
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Ten hours later, at noon the next day, Parvati reflected that the day's filming had thus far exceeded even her wildest expectations. The morning sequence had been an unqualified success. Wearing a navy blouse and a charcoal, Madeleine Classic, business suit jacket and skirt, she yawned before bellowing down instructions through her microphone, reflecting as she did so that her bosses would be immensely delighted with her great morning's work. Brunette teen Mia, the prettiest of the four contestants, locked inside Bonnie's car wash, had been mercilessly gunged. Furthermore, bratty co-host Tori, had likewise received the epic sliming that she truly deserved.

But despite her triumphant start to the day, Parvati was currently wracked with worry and concern. Tori, Bonnie and Mia had now all gone missing and Parvati was eager to get on with the show. Two more contestants, sisters Ava and Sophie, were due on stage any moment, but the stage still smelt of cow manure. For once, this had been a rare misjudgement by Penny, who had insisted on dumping it all over a squealing Tori and Mia. Furthermore, the main host, Aiko, refused to return to the set until the horrendous, pervading, all conquering stench had been cleared.

Begrudgingly, Parvati delayed Ava and Sophie's segment for an hour until she could get this unruly mess cleared away. Running short of options, Parvati had asked the girl group, Dazzle, to entertain the audience until she could smooth everything else out. As ever, de facto leader of the group, blonde know it all Leanne had asked whether she could devise her own segment for the show. Both weary and apprehensive, Parvati replied that they had five minutes to finalise their ideas before returning to pitch what they wanted to do. If not, she warned that she'd simply gunge all four of them and throw them into the dunk tank herself.

Though Parvati's biting remark, caused Leanne to suddenly shrink back into her shell, her chief rival in the band, Anais, agreed before any of the others could object. The French starlet was so keen for exposure that the smell of the manure frankly didn't bother her and she would stop at nothing to usurp Leanne and become the star of the show. Continuing to take the lead, Anais suggested that the band split in two. Gaby and Leanne could do one segment, whilst Bea and Anais would do another. Keen to avoid sharing the limelight with Anais, Leanne readily agreed, even if she had the least in common with Gaby than any of the other girls.

After the trouble that Dazzle had caused yesterday in rehearsals, when Bea had gunged Gaby's visiting twin sister Marie by mistake, Parvati was concerned that she had placed too much trust in the capricious, irresponsible young girls. But sighing, the producer didn't think she had another choice. The audience would grow restless if there was nothing else for them to do.

Equally restless, acting sensation and teen starlet Matty was on set visiting Tori, his girlfriend of two years. Wearing light blue jeans and a yellow short sleeved shirt, he felt terribly lost wandering around by himself backstage. Foppishly handsome, he was also remarkably nae. Stopping and starting as he dawdled down the corridor, he simply didn't realise that he was continually getting in everybody's way. Not that many of the younger members of the female of the crew, seemed to mind, for they were continuously adding to their colleagues' frustrations by asking Matty for a selfie every thirty seconds. Upon Bill making his grievances known to Parvati, she sighed that the actor was yet another hindrance that she would have to take care of herself.

Unbeknown to the director, hoping to pay his girlfriend a surprise visit, Matty had walked in on Tori whilst she was gunging a handcuffed and lingerie clad Bonnie, in the safety of her own changing room. This utterly bewildering turn of events had been set in motion by Bonnie and Penny's desire to surprise Tori and humiliate her in revenge for her selfish, diva-like behaviour. To encourage Bonnie to follow through with their plan, Penny had persuaded her that Tori had spread vicious rumours about her that had in reality been spread by Penny herself.

About to tip a bucket of slime over Tori's head, Bonnie had been caught by surprise by Mia who Tori had earlier invited into her room. Handcuffing the older sister to a clothes rack, Mia and Tori had used the gunge and pies intended for Tori on the squeamish brunette instead. Typically, however, Penny had escaped clean, leaving her sister to her slimy fate.

To make matters worse, Penny had had the good fortune to bump into Matty and easily manipulate him for her own ends. Turning on the charm, blonde, twenty-year-old Penny had shown the poor lost soul to his girlfriend's room. Wearing plain black tracksuit bottoms and a very tight black t-shirt that accentuated her averagely sized chest, Penny had captured his undivided attention. Initially feeling jealous that every other woman around her was in contrast attired in glamourous designer dresses, Penny had to remind herself that she was still in fact at work. She was doing a job that she loved and nevertheless, her extremely t-shirt was moulded to every luscious curve of her skin. No wonder that Matty was enchanted by the scruffy temptress.

Regardless of her appearance, Matty had other reasons to be caught under her spell. Firstly, she had ever so kindly taken time out of her own duties, of cleaning the set of cow manure, to give him an enlightening tour of backstage. Secondly, she had found a key to Tori's room, which his girlfriend claimed had disappeared. Finally, Penny had agreed to cover for Tori and Bonnie to Parvati, so as to explain why they were late getting ready for their next scene. Matty couldn't understand why Parvati was mad with his girlfriend, or why Tori was reluctant to return. All he understood was that Penny was sticking her neck on the line for them to lie about their whereabouts and their confusing refusal to return to work. In his eyes, Penny was simply a star.

Bonnie's clothes ruined, after Penny had cruelly ripped them in half, Tori had asked Matty to fetch them both a selection of clean clothes. Inevitably, he couldn't understand why. Tori already had a fine wardrobe of beautiful dresses at her own disposal and surely, as a member of the backstage crew, Bonnie ought to dress like her sister, she had no reason to be dressed in glamorous clothes. Little did he know that he was also fetching clothes for Mia, who was hiding behind a clothes stand, in case the dumb blonde had let slip her whereabouts to her girlfriend and fellow contestant Ava. Wonderful as her partner was, Ava was jealous and resentful of Tori, who reminded her too much of her ex-girlfriend Alex and had unreasonably ordered Mia to stay clear.

Confused at being asked to collect clothes of varying sizes, he enquired to his girlfriend why, if she didn't know Bonnie's measurements, she didn't just ask, instead of wildly guessing away. Perhaps it was rude to do so, like asking a girl her age. Matty didn't understand that one either. Women had always remained a complete mystery to him and yet they continued to throw themselves at him with remarkable ease.

Tori had asked Matty to go find Bianca, the costume designer. Once out of his girlfriend's door, he suddenly realised that he didn't have a clue who or where Bianca might be. To his great relief, he spotted Penny looking fairly busy on the far side of the corridor. "Hi, Penny, could I ask you a favour?" he shouted out in sheer desperation. "Why of course, what do you need?" Penny replied, walking towards him, all sweetness personified. Continued, Matty drawled, "Could you show me the way to Bianca. I need to fetch some clothes for Tori and I literally don't have a clue where to go."

"Would you like me to collect them for you?" Penny asked, fluttering her eyelids. "Oh no, I don't want to be too much trouble, you must be ever so busy as it is", Matty replied, defensively. "Are you sure? It really, wouldn't be a problem", Penny responded truthfully, for the first time all day. "No really, I mustn't keep you. Though if you could kindly direct me to where I need to go, I would be very much obliged", Matty opined. "Alright, no problem. Take the second left, go down the corridor, take the third right and then the next left and you'll be there", Penny boasted with a wise authority. "Wow thanks, I think I've got that. Second left, second right, first left", Matty muttered to himself, already unsure of the way.

Penny had to suppress a giggle. Clearly the actor was going to get horrendously lost. But he wasn't going to admit to his folly in front of the ever so helpful, pretty young girl. Furthermore, Penny was hardly going to tell him that he was already standing right outside Bianca's door. Telling the truth was far less fun. Plus, it would give Penny time to enact the next stage of her ingenious plan to get her own back on Tori and Bonnie, who were almost inevitably plotting their own revenge, before Matty returned, asking for her help once again.

With Matty having disappeared around the corner, the control room door slightly ajar, Parvati caught Penny dawdling out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, Penny you're needed on set", the producer demanded. Continuing to harangue her employee, Parvati added, "Plus, stop flirting with the guests. Either go help Bill continue to clear away the cow manure or go help Arjan with the slime. Also, if you happen to find Bea and Anais can you send them over to me? They're five minutes late!" Unsurprisingly choosing the third option, Penny bounded over to the changing rooms shouting, "Don't worry, I know exactly where they'll be!"
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Dazzle had been delighted to be asked by the show's director to entertain the audience for an hour whilst the production crew got ready for the next round of games. With a large proportion of the crew busy removing cow manure from the set, Parvati hadn't trusted the girls to operate any of the gunge machines on their own. Hence, the director had insisted that the only mess they could use would be cream pies and buckets of slime.

The two oldest members of the group, Gaby and Leanne, appeared far less keen to get messy. Returning in under five minutes, like they had been asked, Leanne pitched an idea to Parvati that the director only half listened to, being somewhat preoccupied with trying to locate her vanishing co-presenters. All she could gather was that Leanne wanted Gaby to play a game against a member of the audience. Agreeing to her demands solely so that she would go away, Parvati didn't have the foggiest about what she had just Okayed.

The two youngest members, by contrast, were already running late. Frustrated, Parvati had sent Penny off to find them and keep them in check. Easily the best singer in the group, Anais, nineteen, possessed shoulder length, beach blonde hair. Of average build, at five foot five, the curvy singer also possessed a fairly large chest. Hailing from France, Anais was continuously giggly and mischievous. She enjoyed nothing more than playing countless practical jokes on poor old Bea, who was easily the most gullible and nae member of the group. Eighteen-year-old Bea, hailed from Wales and held the distinction of being the only brunette and only working-class member of the band. Standing at five foot four, with long auburn hair that flowed down beyond her chest, Bea was arguably gigglier and more immature than her friend. Easily the most insecure and shyest member of Dazzle, it had been a great surprise to her to discover that many of the audience thought her to be the prettiest girl in the group. Though it was undeniable that she possessed a cute little behind, Bea also drew the distinction of possessing the flattest chest.

Nevertheless, her popularity was undeniable, as underlined by her victory yesterday in a competition to see who the audience most wanted to see covered in mess. Bea had originally thought she had lost because nobody liked her, but Anais had reassured her that she was gunged because all the men fancied her and all the women were jealous of her instead.

Despite being closer to Gaby, Anais had grown very much attached to the young brunette. In contrast, she saw Leanne as her chief, though far less talented, rival in the band. From experience, Anais had learnt that it wasn't always the best singer who would go on and forge the most successful solo career when the band came to an end. Dazzle had only just begun, yet Anais felt that Leanne was positioning herself already, for an opportunity to go solo. Anais felt threatened by Leanne's ambition and was herself jealous of Bea's startlingly good looks, noting that she somehow contrived to look even better whilst covered in layers of slime. Anais also felt that Leanne was trying too hard to avoid being gunged. Whereas both Bea and Anais had been absolutely covered in it yesterday, Leanne had hardly got messy one bit. Anais obviously thought that ought to change.

So, Anais decided to target Leanne's one major weakness: the delightful Bea. Overly ambitious, Leanne, like Penny, didn't have that many friends. In fact, Bea was perhaps her only true, really close friend. If anything, Anais felt that Leanne wanted more; that she secretly harboured unrequited feelings for Bea who was nonetheless as straight as straight can be. So, Anais felt that if she could playfully wind Bea up, then Leanne would come rushing to her aid. Blinded by a sudden loss of judgement, Leanne would lose concentration for just a single moment, enabling Anais exact a horrible revenge.

Now, Anais didn't want to do anything harsh to Bea, and so settled for having her mercilessly gunged once again. But armed with just a couple of pies and a few buckets, Anais would need some help. She couldn't perform the ultimate hustle on Bea and Leanne all by herself!

Standing outside her band's changing room, waiting impatiently for Bea to finally choose an outfit, Anais was herself attired in a light blue, plain lace, hollow out, band collar sleeveless dress. She sighed and held her nose as Bill, a member of the backstage crew, bounded passed as he pushed a wheelbarrow filled with cow manure down the corridor. Coming on the show, Anais and Bea had been expecting to mingle with countless handsome and athletic young men. As it happened, most of the pilot episode's guests and contestants were women. Yes, Matty the teen soap star was visiting, but he wasn't Anais' type. He was far too small and weedy, unlike Bill, who was tall, strong and broad shouldered. In fact, Bill was probably the best of a bad bunch. The six foot one twenty-four-year-old did not possess conventional good looks. His thinning blonde hair accentuated his large square forehead and he had a peculiarly tiny nose. But his biceps were huge. His muscles simply burst out of his tight black t-shirt and his warm friendly smile was a glory to behold. Anais couldn't explain why, but she fancied the pants off him for sure.

As Bill strode past the French girl, he smiled back at her as she rather clumsily pinched the end of her nose. She appeared to be acting all coy around him, giving him the faint whiff of a feeling that he just might have a chance. He contemplated asking her out for a drink this evening, when he saw Penny rather grumpily stomp down the corridor.

"I thought I'd find you here. What's taking you both so long? Where's Bea?" Penny moaned as Anais took a frightened step backwards against the closed door. "Oh, she can't decide what to wear, she'll be out in a minute I'm sure", replied Anais, still slightly scared but trying to gather her thoughts. Just as Penny went to brush passed her, Anais plucked up the courage and asked, "Hey, I don't suppose you could do me a favour could you?"

Intrigued by the girl's bravado, Penny turned around and faced the blonde. "Go on", she cooed in encouragement. "I want to gain my revenge on my bandmate Leanne. I think she's trying to replace me as lead singer in our group", Anais snivelled, slightly perturbed. "Oh, I see. So, you'd like me to gunge her?" Penny surmised. "Eventually yes. But she's smart, she won't be fooled so easily into getting messy, not even by you. Instead, I'd like you to organise a really cruel and humiliating gunging for Bea. She and Leanne are best friends, so this will upset Leanne no end. Distracted, Leanne will then walk straight into our trap", Anais explained. "Cunning, I like it", responded Penny, deeply impressed. "Tell, you what, since Bea is really, really pretty, I'm in. But we need to get a move on. Run along to Parvati and tell her that you've devised an idea with myself. She trusts me, she'll do anything I ask. In the meantime, I'll hurry Bea along. Go on then, off you go!"

Excited, yet still rather frightened, Anais wondered whether she had done the right thing making a pact with Penny as she hurtled down the corridor. She didn't know whether she could trust her, but it was now too late, she didn't have a choice. Penny meanwhile greedily swung up the changing room door. Instantly, she found Bea looking perplexed as she stared at a range of dresses wearing just a white pair of panties and a purple t-shirt. Before her were three identical summer dresses, in yellow, pink and light blue. Incredulous, Penny snarled, "What's taking you so long?" causing Bea to jump and step backwards onto Penny's big toe.

"Oh, hi there. Sorry about that. I just can't decide what to wear", gulped Bea as Penny looked ready to explode. Continuing to babble, Bea added, "See, I really fancy Arjan and I think he really likes me too." Pointing at the dresses, Bea bleated, "You know him, don't you? You work with him, of course you do. Silly me. Anyway, do you think he likes yellow, pink or light blue?"

"I don't think he'd mind either way", replied Penny truthfully, knowing that Arjan simply didn't have an eye for clothes. Instead, what mattered was what was inside them and Bea was perfect, simply beautiful. This caused Penny a great deal of consternation. When she and Arjan had first met she had instantly fancied him too. But he never reciprocated her feelings and anyway turned out to be a bit of a liability and a buffoon. Nevertheless, it hurt her to see him show an interest in the young foolish teen and not her. She'd seen him attempting to smile at Bea, the way she knew he was trying to flirt. Unfortunately, he was useless with women, so this tactic alone had clearly yet to work.

But of more concern to Penny was the great deal of hurt that Bea's and Arjan's flirting could cause her sister. Though Penny and Bonnie had had a small scale falling out, they were still siblings after all. Penny loved her sister, even if she remained jealous of her and loved to see her gunged. Penny knew that Arjan and Bonnie were meant for each other and it was her fault that they had drifted apart. The reason why Arjan never had eyes for Penny was that he was besotted with Bonnie from the start. Bonnie likewise had feelings for Arjan and to her sister she had opened her heart. Poor Bonnie was waiting for Arjan, like all gentlemen, to make the first move. But Arjan was too frightened of being rejected and was waiting until he was certain that he held Bonnie's heart.

But then Penny had inadvertently driven them apart. Arjan was having to work over time in the evenings to make the extension to Tori's bathroom. One evening, he had lost his footing and somehow got his foot stuck in a shower drain and was unable to move. That same evening, Penny was trying to persuade her sister to play a horrible prank on Tori. The idea was to alter the drainage system so that her shower spurted cold, slimy mud. Wanting to check the shower room out first, Bonnie had decided to take a shower in Tori's changing room. She had thus unwittingly walked into the shower room naked, revealing all her intimate parts to Arjan who was still trapped in the room.

Having got over the initial shock, Bonnie had taken Arjan to hospital herself after Parvati refused to answer her phone. Wanting to persuade her hesitant sister to continue with their plan, Penny had spread a rumour about Bonnie's tattoos. For the brunette had two sirens inked upon her chest a Scylla on her backside and a Charybdis on her crotch. Soon everybody knew about them and Penny claimed that it was Tori's fault for she was the only other person to have seen them too. For Tori had interrupted Bonnie showering a few days before and pied her for a joke. But Bonnie didn't believe that Tori would spread such intimate rumours about herself, mostly because most of the crew hated her and wouldn't have bothered to listen. But Arjan was popular, so Bonnie incorrectly assumed that it had to be him instead.

Now that Bonnie had switched sides to conspiring with Tori, Penny felt like she no longer needed to keep up the pretence. She would come clean to her sister, but first she had to deal with this troublesome teen. If Arjan asked her out for a date first, then it would all be too late.

Continuing to babble, Bea enquired, "I don't suppose you could do me a favour could you? Anais was looking funny at me earlier. I think she's planning to have me gunged. No doubt she's asked that guy she fancies, Bill or something, to help her. Is there any chance of you siding with me so that we could gunge her first? I'd love to see her thrash around in the dunk tank, wouldn't you?" Penny had to be careful not to smile. "Interesting idea", she replied, impassively. "Leave it to me, I'll help you gunge your friend. But first let's help you choose what to wear. Now take off your t-shirt!"

Bea looked at Penny rather confused. But needing her help to exact her revenge against Anais, simply didn't dare refuse. Before she had even lifted her top fully over her head, Penny simply snatched it off her and ordered her to stay still. Standing in just her white lingerie, Bea felt squeamish as Penny began to tie her t-shirt around her head like a blindfold. Explaining what she was about to do, Penny snorted, "I'm going to change the order of the dresses on the wall. You can blindly pick one and we can get out of here. Agreed?" Happy to be playing a game of sorts, Bea was more than willing to agree.


The brunette stood motionless for a moment as Penny began to switch the dresses around before quietly opening a locker and removing a different outfit altogether. She then switched it with the pink dress before turning Bea round five times to make her dizzy. Predictably woozy, Bea staggered to her right as Penny gently pushed her forward and she blindly approached the dresses. For a moment, it looked like she was about to choose the blue dress in the middle. But Penny snatched it out of her reach at the very last second. Unable to find the yellow dress on her left, Bea selected the outfit to her right, even though it didn't feel like one of her summer dresses. Confused, she lifted up her blindfold and cried out in shock, "I can't wear this!"

In her hands were a striking pink, modern cotton, Calvin Klein, racerback bralette and matching boy shorts. "This wasn't one of the options. It's basically underwear!" she wailed. Maliciously smirking, Penny hollered back unconcerned. "No, it's not. Women wear it to yoga all the time. Think of it this way, you'll be sure to impress Arjan now for sure." Penny was taking a big risk. If Bea showed too much flesh, then surely Arjan would be attracted even more. But then, so would every other man in studio and hopefully somebody else would ask her out first.

"But I'll be in front of a large audience", Bea continued. "The bralette gives you very little support. My breasts will bounce around when I walk!" "But weren't you wearing a bikini yesterday?" Penny reminded her. "Yes, but only because of a bet. This is different", Bea wailed. "Don't be absurd", Penny chided her. "Anyway, if you want my help to gunge Anais you'd better hurry up, or I'll drag you on set naked myself. Come on, get changed!"

As Bea unhooked her bra, Penny snatched it off her. Opening up her locker again, Penny threw it inside before pointing to another bralette, explaining, "I've got another three pairs, just in case you should need them. But you probably won't. Come on, panties too." Bea, slipped her knickers before Penny also locked them away. Standing before Penny naked, her left hand covering her crotch, Bea held her right arm out ready for Penny to give her the clothes. Closely scrutinizing the slim curves of her thighs and chest, Penny announced, "Now, whatever happens, you've got to trust me. We're going to be playing a long game. If things look like they're going wrong, let them, don't complain. Together, we'll beat Anais, in the end." Penny tossed the boy shorts in the air and Bea jumped to catch them, her small, supple breasts swaying in the air.

Parvati meanwhile was relieved when Anais eventually reappeared. The French girl explained that they had come up with a plan with Penny who was giving Parvati her word that it would be okay. Calling Arjan over, Parvati asked her cousin to help Penny with whatever she had in mind. Keen to avoid having to clean up the cow manure with Bill and the others, Arjan was more than willing to get involved. Dressed like Bill and Penny in a tight black t-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms, the five foot eleven, twenty-three-year-old had striking, jelled up jet black hair. His jagged fringe framed an angular, almost square face. Rather geeky, he was very much enjoying the entirely unexpected attention heaped upon him by the brunette popstar Bea, who for some bizarre reason had been trying to flirt with him all day. Unable to find a nice Indian girl for himself, Arjan had developed a liking for pretty, pale skinned brunettes. He'd actually quite liked the blonde Penny, before she'd started trying to boss him around and more importantly, before he had been formally introduced to her gorgeous older sister Bonnie.

Bonnie, he suspected, was far more talented than he ever could be. Unsure of his abilities after a string of faulty gunge tanks, he worried that the two sisters looked down on him due to his ability to cause mayhem wherever he went. Wanting to find a niche for himself on the crew, he'd turned his attention to developing hidden cameras which he intended to place inside the gunge tanks to gain a better view. But he'd only gone and lost his two prototypes, but having scavenged money from the budget from his cousin, he was attempting to keep this quiet in case they magically, one day, reappeared. Regardless of the missing cameras, Arjan hadn't been feeling himself of late. Ever since he had caught his foot in the drains and Bonnie had walked into the shower room naked, she had barely said a word to him in jest. So, he felt good to be flirted with again, especially by such a hot, young, pale skinned brunette.

Running to catch up, Arjan joined Penny, Bea and Anais on stage. Penny's plan was in truth rather simple. Bea and Anais were to go around and talk to the audience before going backstage to interview the contestants, special guests and crew. Arjan jumped at the chance to attach the microphone to Bea's face. He couldn't help notice that the teenager was barely wearing any clothes. In fact, the entire audience wolf whistled when they saw her walk on stage in her bralette and boy shorts. To help put her at ease, he tried flirting with her by brushing a stray hair off her face. Instead, he accidentally slapped Bea on the right boob. Sitting down on a stool as she giggled, Bea crowed, "Hey, cheeky. I'll get you back for that later, just you wait."

But before he could respond, Bea, still blushing, fidgeted around on her stall. Shifting her left leg to the right, she accidentally kneed Arjan in the crotch. As he winced in agony, Arjan simpered, "Well, if its war that you want, let battle commence. Remember whose carrying all the buckets of slime", before hobbling off camera, cursing quietly to himself.

Penny and Anais meanwhile were deep in hushed conversation. Seeing Bea knee her co-worker, Penny frowned before realising that it would be a while now before he asked her out on a date. Catching up with Arjan, she cackled, "Serves you right for trying to flirt with silly teenagers. Now here's the script." Whilst waiting for Arjan, Penny had swiftly written the script for the teleprompter as well as the stage directions for what would happen off screen. Smiling as he sped through it, Arjan gave Penny the thumbs up, before replying, "Thanks, this looks great."

With everybody settled, Parvati gave the okay for filming to commence. Speaking to the camera, the girls began to read off the teleprompter with surprising confidence and ease. "Hi, I'm Anais." "And I'm Bea." "Today we offer you, the audience, the chance to slime one of your best friends", continued Anais, with a large, wide grin. "All you have to do is text your victim and the reason for why they deserve to be gunged to the number on the screen right now", announced Bea, pointing upwards towards the large monitor to her right. Glancing over at Bea, Anais continued, "Then, in the next hour, we will sneak up behind them and douse them in a bucket of gunge."

Suddenly, Arjan emptied a large bucket of dark blue slime over a screaming Bea. The gunge flooded down over her long flowing hair, before engulfing her shoulders and beginning to congregate between her breasts. Wiping the slime from her eyes, Bea gamely continued to read from the script, "But be careful, your victim will have their chance for revenge. Once gunged, they will be asked three general knowledge questions."

Smug at her friend's misfortune, Anais announced, "For every question they get wrong they will receive a pie to the face." Then to Anais' even greater delight, Penny swiftly threw three shaving cream pies straight at her young friend. The first caught Bea flush in her face. Her eyes blinded by the thick layer of cream, Bea was helpless as the next two pies landed with great accuracy on both her bouncing breasts.

Dumbstruck, Bea peeled the pie tins away from her chest. Missing her cue for her next line, Anais gamely stepped in. "But if they successfully get all three of their answers right, then whoever set them up will also be gunged in return." Arjan then emptied a bucket of green gunge over Bea, making sure to completely cover the back of her auburn hair. Blinking to try and clear the shaving cream from her eyes, Bea ran her fingers through her sodden hair. Glancing shyly behind her towards Arjan, she blushed as he gave her an awkward wave.

Sensing that her friend was incapacitated, Anais decided to say both of their lines from then on. Chortling she continued, "But as a sweetener for every question they get right, Bea will also get a pie in the face." Penny approached Bea from behind and slammed a caramel cream pie onto the top of her head. But no sooner had the caramel dripped down into her nose and her chin, then Penny engulfed her face once more inside a giant chocolate pies sandwich before rubbing the pie tins thoroughly all over her face.

Grinning, Anais continued, "If they get two questions right, Bea will also receive a bucket of chocolate over her delightfully pretty head." Almost missing his cue, Arjan hurriedly flicked the pie tins off Bea, before gently tipping the teenager's shoulders backwards and engulfing her dainty features in the thick milk chocolate, before pouring the remainder of the bucket over her chest.

Almost feeling pity for her friend, Anais announced, "Now, if you're lucky, we may also wash you off with a freezing bucket of water." Before Anais had even finished speaking, both Penny and Arjan threw a bucket of freezing cold water over their unfortunate stooge. Now able to see once again, though still shivering and dripping wet, Bea insisted on reading out the very last line. "However, should three victims get all their answers right within the next hour, then Anais will take a trip into the large smelly dunk tank to our right! Lines our open now. Guys, nominate away!"

Once the camera cut, Bea beckoned Penny over. Whispering, she cried, "Hey, I thought we'd agreed that Anais would be getting messy, not me!" "Oh no, we only agreed that Anais would get messy", Penny corrected her. "You said nothing about staying dry yourself. Plus, Anais is sure to get messy, I've fixed the questions, they're really easy. Anais is bound to lose. Remember, I said we'll playing a long game and you weren't to complain." "But still, I'm going to get obliterated", Bea complained as a globule of blue gunge dripped off her fringe onto her heaving chest. "Well, you should have thought about that first before asking me for help silly", Penny chastised the brunette before pouring one final bucket of water over her head.

Just as Penny was turning to leave, a rather worried Anais tried to beckon her over. Whispering, she moaned, "Hey I thought we agreed to just gunge Bea." "We did and what a fine job we made of it too!" Penny responded, feeling rather proud of herself. "But I might get gunged too", Anais continued to complain. "Well, you never said anything about staying dry yourself. It's your own fault really", Penny replied, before laughing and walking away.
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Sitting high on the back row of the studio audience, Summer, Poppy and Yasmin were having a far greater time watching the gameshow than they had come to expect. Summer in particular, enjoyed the messy humiliations dealt out to the snotty co-host Tori and Mia, the pretty brunette. Wearing a navy coloured high collar floral lace mini dress by AX Paris, she had arrived dressed to impress. Cheering along whenever Mia was coated in fish guts, custard, gunge or cow manure, she felt that the foolish, immature teenager truly deserved her utter humiliation. But the wide smile was soon wiped off the pale blonde's immaculate face. For Summer simply gasped in horror when Anais and Bea introduced the gunge a friend feature during a filming break. Looking over towards Yasmin, she hoped that the silly teenager would not dare to text her name in.

Yasmin, in contrast, was ecstatic at the feature. If she could make Summer even half as messy as Bea was right now, then her day would be a great success. She would have to wait until Summer was distracted though, so she could text in undisturbed. Already, she could sense that Summer was watching her like a hawk. Yasmin knew that she would need her sister's help to succeed.

Yasmin had chosen to wear a cute, yet elegant Ted Baker, white, vintage, floral dress, whose V-neck neckline showed off the top edges of her youthful chest. Like Summer, she had thoroughly enjoyed the moment when her friend Mia had been pelted with the fish guts and cow manure. The trip to the car wash, sure did wipe the smirk off the pretty brunette's face.

Poppy in contrast, was dressed in an unassuming, blood orange, 'Banana Republic', wrap dress. On a rare day off, she appreciated the opportunity to dress down in public once in a while. Truthfully, she didn't mind that she was being upstaged by Summer's stunning attire. For unlike her best friend, Poppy had chosen a comfy dress that allowed her to easily breathe. Summer in contrast, looked like she was continuously gasping for breath underneath all that figure-hugging lace. Similarly, whereas Poppy's dress was rather chaste, she wondered whether Yasmin had truly intended to show off almost half of her breasts.

Mulling her morning over, Poppy was glad to have accepted her neighbour's extremely kind invitation to watch the gameshow. Unlike her sister, she didn't really know any of the contestants and doubted whether they truly deserved to be humiliated with so much revolting gunge. The break in filming however, frustrated Poppy. She wished to mingle backstage and socialise with the celebrities and the special guests. Even on a day off, she was keen to expand her list of contacts. As it happened, Parvati had given them, accidentally, all-access tickets, which entitled them to loiter backstage. But Yasmin was captivated by the events on set and Summer felt that where they were sitting was the furthest and safest point away from all the gunge. Neither of them wanted to leave their seats. Knowing nobody other than Parvati, though she faintly recognised Arjan as well, Poppy did not feel like going it alone. She would have to try and persuade them to go down with her some other way.

Turning to Summer, Yasmin began, "Hey Summer, did you hear that? Members of the audience can nominate their friends to be gunged. So, after yesterday, do you reckon we're going to set you up?" "Wait, what? You haven't, have you?" wailed Summer, extremely nervous by the sheer mention of the idea. "Now that would be telling", taunted Yasmin whilst conspicuously texting away on her phone. "You little beggar! You better not have. If they try and gunge me, I'll refuse!" Summer retorted, intending to stand her ground. "No, don't worry, I haven't nominated you, but I'm pretty sure Poppy has!" Yasmin joked, continuing to taunt away. "Shh, don't spoil the surprise", giggled Poppy, busy herself on her phone and only just now listening to the end of their conversation.

Summer harrumphed and flattened down her dress. Then to her complete and utter despair, she watched on helplessly as Anais and Bea began to climb up the stairs. "Look, they're coming for you. Any second now, just you wait", exclaimed Yasmin, continuing to tease. But before Summer could reply, Bea began to holler to the crowd. Still very much covered in the slimy remnants of the gunge and the pies, Bea shouted, "Good news everyone. A member of the audience has spoken and we have our first victim ready to be gunged."

Reaching the top of the stairs, Anais lifted up a white cloth, which had been covering a shelf filled with an array of pies and buckets of gunge. Passing a bucket of gunge to Bea, she began, "Our first victim has been nominated by her friend. Yes, that's right, our first victim is a very pretty young lady." Walking towards Summer, Poppy and Yasmin, Bea stopped directly behind the beach blonde in the floral lace mini dress. "Excuse me miss", she asked, "are you Summer?"

Wincing, Summer barely dared to move. Stammering, as Yasmin chortled beside her, Summer replied, "Yes, why?" "Now, do you reckon that one of your friends have set you up for a gunging?" Bea continued, glad for once to be dealing out the gunge. "Oh erm, well I sincerely hope not. I've not done anything to deserve being slimed, honestly I've not", Summer pleaded, rather pathetically. Bea smiled wistfully, before replying, "Just as well then, because this particular bucket has Yasmin's name on it instead."

Confused, Yasmin looked round, only to be deluged with a revolting bucket of thick red slime. Bea poured the vermillion gunge slowly down over Yasmin's forehead and cheeks, gloating as the slime flowed over the tips of the teenager's breasts and into the inside of her now rouge stained, translucent dress. Watching Yasmin's humiliation, Summer exploded into a fit of uncontrollable glee. Smirking, she watched on as Yasmin pitifully tried to wipe the slime from her eyes, only for more gunge to cascade down over her fringe and take its place. Gasping for breath, Yasmin jabbed her finger at Summer and exclaimed, "You little minx. I'll get you back for this, just you wait!" "Me, I would never do such a thing", replied Summer, thoroughly enjoying this truly unexpected turn of events.

Keen to get on with the game, Anais announced, "Yasmin, I will now ask you three questions. Get them right and whoever set you up will be gunged. Understand?" Yasmin nodded, causing more gunge to stream down onto her hips. Containing herself at Yasmin's pitiful sight, Anais continued, "Good. Now, what's nine times eight?"

Yasmin took a deep breath before figuring out the sum in her head. She wasn't the smartest person in the world, but her arithmetic was okay. Bea stood behind her, holding a menacing looking caramel cream pie in her hands, ready to pounce. "Seventy-two. I think", Yasmin replied, not entirely sure of herself. But to her great relief, instead of being engulfed in caramel and cream, Yasmin watched as Anais slapped a shaving cream pie into Bea's forlorn, utterly disappointed, pretty, dainty face. Cream shot up her nose, and disappeared up into her mouth. Disgusted by the taste of the shaving cream, Bea spat it out, directly onto the top of Yasmin's red stained, blonde hair.

Smirking, Anais continued with the quiz. "Second question, what is the capital of the Republic of Ireland?" Yasmin, again, wasn't sure. But she desperately wanted to gunge Summer. So, taking a moment to consider her answer, she suddenly had a moment of inspiration. "It's Belfast, isn't it?" "Sorry love, its Dublin", bellowed Anais, before Bea gladly smashed the caramel cream pie into Yasmin's pretty little face. As Bea twisted the pie crust over her nose, cheeks and chin, Yasmin reflected ruefully that Summer was going to escape away clean. But at least, if she could get the next question right, then Bea would get a disgusting chocolatey gunging instead. Reading her mind, Bea nervously let go of the pie crust and let it fall onto Yasmin's gunge sodden dress.

After a moment of tension, Anais began to ask the third and final question. "Yasmin, what type of animal is a boa constrictor?" Yasmin smiled. Unless this was a trick question it was obvious. Oh, how she wished she'd gotten the previous answer correct. "Why, it's a snake", she confidently beamed in return.

Bea's mouth dropped open just as Anais slammed a custard pie onto her nose. Anais then left the pastry glued to her friend's face, blinding her and leaving her helpless as the blonde picked up a bucket of chocolate and slowly emptied it over the front of Bea's glutinous fringe. The chocolate continued to drip down onto her cleavage and over her flat, taut stomach. Turning around, Yasmin laughed at the pretty popstar's misfortune, as Bea tried in vain to wipe the chocolate away from her breasts. But she could only really accentuate the problem and ended up coating every last inch of her bosom in the chocolatey paste.

Anais then turned back to the young contestant before announcing, "So Yasmin, you only got two questions correct. The questions were pretty easy, so I think that deserves another bucket of slime." Before Yasmin could respond, Anais opened up the front of Yasmin's dress and tipped a bucket of yellow gunge over her face and her now partially exposed shivering chest. Once she had emptied the bucket, Anais pushed down gently on the front of Yasmin's bosom, causing a stream of yellow slime to shoot out and strike the unlucky teenager on the chin.

Thinking that Bea and Anais had finished, Yasmin began to wring the red slime out of her hair. But instead, Bea turned to Anais and asked, "Shall we have a look at the dunk tank that you'll be splashing into in an hour's time?" Smiling nervously in response, Anais answered, "What? Are you offering to test it out for us? How very kind of you." Babbling, Bea took a step backwards. "Erm, no, of course not. Audience, do we have any other volunteers?"

Quick as a flash, Summer shouted, "Yasmin will do it." Bea turned around to see Yasmin's left arm, wringing her hair, up in the air. "Fantastic, you'll certainly do!" Bea babbled, before wrenching poor Yasmin up to her feet. Having just enough time to slip her shoes off, Yasmin now bare foot, stammered as she tried to complain. But her words fell on deaf ears, and in no time at all, Yasmin found herself pushed down towards the studio floor. Looking at her dress, she mused, "There's no point in dunking me; I'm already a gigantic mess." Bea took one look at the teenager and nodded. "I agree. We'll have to wash you off first, come this way." Bea led Yasmin into a gunge tank and gleefully locked the door. Arjan and Penny then began to pour litres upon litres of freezing, icy cold water into the compartment at the top of the tank. Playing to the crowd, Bea then pulled a lever, sending ferocious streams of the freezing water down on poor Yasmin below. Yasmin shrieked as the cool liquid slapped against her bare skin and poured down into the inside her dress. Offering no resistance, the red gunge and caramel cream instantly washed down onto her dainty feet below. Laughing, Penny and Arjan continued to refill the top of the tank so that Yasmin's ordeal lasted for over thirty seconds, with the poor teen screaming every single millisecond of the way.

Now shivering, Yasmin glanced down at her dress. Now practically transparent, the floral pattern offered her little to no protection as her light blue bra and panties were visible to the first couple of rows. Thoroughly excited to now be the one in control, Bea waved to the audience before leading Yasmin by the hand to the small plastic seat of the dunk tank. Water dripping down her legs as she walked, Yasmin was particularly relieved to have another chance to sit down. But in reality, her torment had only just begun.

Addressing the audience, Bea began, "Once Anais is sat above the dunk tank, she will be asked a series of questions to determine the size of her fall. For every answer she gets wrong she will be moved up a section of the ramp and be hit with a messy forfeit to punish her even more. To make her gunging even more humiliating, she will be hit by a blast of twin foam cannons every time she ums and errs. But that's enough explanation. Why don't we show you how it works? Are you ready Yasmin?"

"Err", replied Yasmin, before she realised what she had just said. Hit from either side by the twin foam cannons, Yasmin suddenly disappeared under a cloud of fluffy white. Wiping the foam from her eyes, Yasmin had no time to react before she was submerged by a shower of molasses from above. The black treacle pounded down upon her and slid under the inside of her dress. Her pert breasts were awash with syrup and her pale blonde hair was stuck to her face.

To her great horror, Yasmin felt her seat move forebodingly up the ramp. No sooner had she come to a rest then she was obliterated by an onslaught of runny, slimy porridge. The milky oats splattered against her hair and oozed inside her bra and knickers thoroughly coating her once pristine, white dress. Hoping for the deluge to end, Yasmin looked up to the ceiling, catching a face full of the creamy sludge. Moments later, her chair began to rise once more. Shuddering to a stop, Yasmin almost lost her grip on the seat, narrowly avoiding tumbling down into the gunge. Instead, the pretty teen was hit by a barrage of hot chilli sauce. Not nearly quite as pleasant as the porridge or treacle, Yasmin screamed as the spicy condiment poured down over her hair. Mixing with the porridge, the chili stained her chest blood red and caused her to sneeze, showering a large globule of porridge all over her toes.

Rising to the top of the ramp, Yasmin was relieved to discover there were no more overhead surprises. But her joy was short lived as Bea swiftly pulled another lever causing Yasmin to crash down into the thick, viscid, dark blue gunge below. Her whole body disappearing under the surface of the slime, Yasmin thrashed around in the gunk, which swiftly oozed into the inside of her threadbare underwear. Finding her bearings, Yasmin began to stand up, only to be hit by another jet of yellow gunge from above. Startled, she collapsed back into the dunk tank below. Rising onto her knees, Yasmin was hit by the twin foam cannons turning her upper body cloudy white once again.

"Let's give it up to Yasmin", gloated Bea as Arjan helped the pretty blonde out of the tank. But as Yasmin turned to return to her seat, Bea interjected, "Hang on, we can't let you sit back down with your friends like that. We don't want you to get them messy too now do we?" Arjan simply shrugged and led Yasmin back inside the gunge tank, ready to be washed down yet again. But this time, instead of water, Yasmin was hit by a deluge of vegetable oil which swamped over her slimy, glutinous skin. "Oops, my mistake", chortled Bea as she watched the teenager be utterly humiliated under the gallons of oil cascading down over her hair.

Mostly worried about the fate that awaited her, and ever so slightly concerned about Bea's rough treatment of the poor girl, Anais finally decided to intervene. "Wow thank you there Yasmin, you're a star. Everybody, give Yasmin a huge round of applause." As Bea began clapping, Anais pushed her friend flush in the chest. Overbalanced, Bea fell backwards into the dunk tank behind. Disappearing, like Yasmin, under the surface, Bea couldn't help but feel that she had got what she deserved. Peeking out of the surface of the slime, Bea heard Anais tease, "So Bea, you decided to demonstrate the dunk tank for us after all!" "Err, what", began Bea before being obliterated by the two foam cannons and slipping backwards into the vile, odious slime which seeped inside her generous bralette and exceedingly tight boy shorts.

Dripping in oil and keen to escape, Yasmin turned to go back to her seat. Cursing Bea, she decided to add the pretty brunette to the list of people to whom she vowed her revenge. Summer, however, still remained top of the bill. Three times now, Summer had conspired to gunge her, it hardly seemed fair. Trudging back to her seat, Yasmin found both Poppy and Summer doubled over in laughter. Glancing Yasmin up and down, Summer was overjoyed at her split-second decision to nominate her to test out the gunge. Speaking first, she chided, "Bea's right, you can't sit back down here." Summer nodded in agreement, whilst desperately trying to maintain a straight face. "I concur. Yasmin, you truly smell awful. You need to have a shower before I'll let you sit down next to me!"

Shaking her head, Yasmin cupped her breasts, squeezing more porridge out of the neckline of her floral dress. "Hey, I don't suppose anybody thought to bring a spare change of clothes?" she asked, more out of hope than expectation. "Oh no, sorry, did you forget?" cried Summer, without even a hint of sympathy for the sister of her best friend. Wanting to use this as an excuse to venture backstage, Poppy suggested, "I know, why don't we ask Parvati if she has anything that Yasmin could borrow?" "Great idea", Yasmin replied, as she felt blue gunge ooze down over her knickers.

Turning to Summer, Poppy drawled, "Right, I'm just going to pop down and see Parvati with my sister. You can stay here, I'll only be ten minutes. Though Yasmin may well be longer, depending on how long it takes her to get all that porridge out of her hair!" Sighing, Summer replied, "Alright, just don't dawdle okay."

Moments later, showing their all-access passes to the security guard, the two sisters bravely ventured backstage. Brushing passed the guard, Poppy felt rather uneasy. She was certain that the man recognised her, presumably from the lingerie advert that had recently been released. Yasmin, in contrast, knew that the guard's preying eyes were reserved for her alone. For Rufus had been on duty the night that she had snuck into the chocolate factory with her friends. Accidentally having been left behind with her boyfriend Jack, the young couple had sought refuge in a gunge tank, only to fall asleep and be discovered coiled up naked together the next day. Rufus thus gave her a knowing look, which thankfully Poppy took to be meant for her instead. Letting them through, Rufus took one final glimpse of Yasmin's cute behind before accidentally closing the door on an irascible Bill who was also trying to pass through the door, but the other way.

Watching on the monitor, Parvati thoroughly enjoyed the never-ending gunging that Yasmin had just received. The annoying brat truly got what she deserved. Normally, Parvati would have felt that Anais and Bea had gone too far, but there was truly no punishment too disgusting for the neighbours from hell. It served her right, plus she never told them to stop or ever complained. Finally relaxing for a moment, Parvati lent back on her chair. But just as she was relaying orders to a cameraman, Parvati heard the most dreadful sound in the world: it was Poppy, coming to torment her, once again.

"Hiya, Parvati, it's me Poppy! We've just come to say hi. Thanks for the passes by the way. Oh, the show is fantastic, truly superb! The highlight has got to be seeing my sister dunked into the gunge, don't you agree?" Parvati nodded, for once the two neighbours could certainly agree.

"Yeah it was awesome, though the gunge wreaks!" Yasmin complained, as she left a trail of porridge and blue slime behind her. "Oh great, her sister is here too", Parvati thought to herself, before finally turning around to greet the pair. Grimacing as Yasmin came very close to spilling gunge all over her expensive equipment, Parvati genuinely tried to sound interested as they continued to chatter away, "Oh hi!" she cooed. "I'm glad you two are enjoying it. Is there anything that you need?"

"Goodness, you've read our minds!" gasped Poppy, thoroughly surprised. Continuing, she added, "You see, Yasmin here has had a little accident. Summer set her up to be gunged and now we were wondering whether you could do us a favour." "Well, two actually", Yasmin cheerfully interjected. "Oh, do go on", Parvati hesitantly replied. Poppy then croaked, "To begin with, we were wondering whether Yasmin could borrow any clean clothes." "Oh, and have a shower first!" Yasmin pleaded, especially keen.

Parvati glanced down at the girl. She truly had been destroyed. Parvati didn't particularly want her sitting down anywhere near her brand new, shiny set. The blonde teenager looked roughly the same size as Mia. In fact, her measurements weren't too far off Penny either, who as luck would have it, Parvati could see chatting with Anais on the far side of the corridor.

"Oh, well, since Dazzle gunged you, I guess it's only fair we help you out", replied Parvati, wincing once again as gunge continued to drip down off Yasmin onto the floor. "Great, now for the other favour", Poppy added. "Silly Yasmin here only went and got one of her answers incorrect. The great klutz doesn't know the difference between the Republic and Northern Ireland! Nevertheless, we still desperately want our revenge. I don't suppose you could set Summer up to be hideously gunged, a bit like Yasmin, later in the show?" "Really gunged too, not just like a bucket over the head", Yasmin squealed in turn.

Parvati, didn't need a single second to deliberate the question on the table. Of course, she would love to see Summer gunged. Other than covering Poppy in slime, it would please her more than anything else in the entire world. "I don't see why not", Parvati replied, suddenly perking up. The director then glanced over at Penny. "Hey, Penny! Could you come here for a moment?" she shouted before beckoning the blonde over towards her guests.

Penny, abruptly broke off her conversation with the cloying Anais, who she was teaching how best to give Bea a pie sandwich, and without even giving her excuses, walked briskly over to the control room. "Penny, this is my neighbour Poppy and her sister Yasmin. I don't suppose you could show them to Bianca's, for as you can see, Yasmin clearly needs a change of clothes. Plus, she's about your size too, so if Bianca's busy, perhaps she could borrow some of yours?" Parvati suggested, half asking, half demanding.

"Erm, alright", replied Penny, though thoroughly annoyed. She didn't fancy sharing her clothes with a complete stranger, and she knew that Bianca was ridiculously busy; the burden would almost certainly fall on her to give the girl her clothes. Seeing the look of annoyance in her employee's face, Parvati continued, "Plus they have a proposition to ask you. They would like their friend Summer to be gunged. Could you and Bonnie set that up? By the way, has your sister finished cleaning up in Tori's room yet? She's seems to have been gone far too long." "Oh no. The spillage is really huge. Tori is such an idiot you know", replied, Penny lying brazenly. Nevertheless, Penny's interest was piqued. She welcomed any opportunity to gunge members of the public and it seemed like Parvati was giving her a free pass at these girls' friend.

Then, to add layers to the intrigue, Parvati leaned forward and whispered, "Oh whilst you're at it, why don't you give them a tour of backstage? It will get you out of having to clean up the cow manure, plus if you accidentally happen to gunge Poppy, I certainly won't complain."
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Exiting the control room, Penny stole a quick look at Yasmin. The two of them were indeed the same height and shared a similar build, although Yasmin was perhaps a size smaller and possessed far less impressive, smaller breasts. Though it was impossible to tell just how pretty she was covered in all that gunge. Concocting a plan in her head, Penny turned to the teenager and explained, "Parvati's right, Bianca is really busy with the contestants. I've got a dress that's about your size, you're welcome to borrow it, if you like. Parvati's asked me to give you a tour of backstage, but before we do so, why don't you get changed?" "Why, that's ever so kind of you, I'd love to", gushed Yasmin, both entranced and impressed. Squelching down the corridor, Yasmin was keen to squeeze into a new dress.

The two sisters followed Penny into the female staff changing room and watched on obediently as she opened up a large locker revealing a gorgeous flared, black, UsTrendy skater dress with a generous scoop neck. The dress wasn't Penny's, of course. She'd borrowed it from Bianca, without asking, two week ago. Dissatisfied with her own wardrobe, she had been intending to wear it on a night out. But trying it on, she'd discovered that the low neckline exposed a large proportion of her chest than she was comfortable with and the hemline barely reached down below her waist. So instead, it had remained in a locker whilst Penny waited for an opportunity to return it to Bianca's store cupboard undetected. Naturally, the locker she stored it in also wasn't hers. Hence, the dress wasn't the only borrowed item stored away inside the spare compartment. Penny had filled it with all sorts of exotic trinkets and fabrics that she'd poached and pilfered from her colleagues, in the hope that they might one day come in useful. Today, it was the dress's turn to prove invaluable, in Penny's latest quest to cause mischief and further her own career.

Glimpsing the dress, Yasmin purred in delight. Unlike her sister, she was not used to wearing such expensive and fine clothes. "Is that for me?" she asked, almost disbelieving. "It sure is", beamed Penny back in pleasant surprise at Yasmin's youthful enthusiasm. A warm glow arose inside Penny as if she was enjoying being kind and generous. Continuing, Penny added, "If you like, I can pass your current dress on to Bianca to see if she can salvage it. Sometimes, gunge does wash out, but you have to be very lucky. Bianca does work miracles though, and she's had an awful lot of practice of removing stains ever since beginning to work on this show!" But then her tender, fuzzy, short-lived benevolence wore down and Penny returned to her usual state of malevolence.

Eager to put on the black skater dress, Yasmin lifted her own floral dress up over her head. Penny took another look at the pretty girl, standing innocently before her, wearing nothing but her scanty underwear. Her bra was sodden yellow and her panties were stained red with gunge. She had slimy porridge dripping out of her navel and molasses dribbling down her legs. Her hair was coated in vegetable oil chest and there were globules of caramel and cream lodged in her ears. In a way, Penny was rather proud of Bea and Anais of doing such a great job destroying her.

"I don't suppose you have any spare lingerie, do you?" asked Poppy, on behalf of her sister, having guessed Penny's next tentative thought. "I'll have a look", exclaimed Penny, still maintaining the pretence of being helpful, before turning around and rummaging through the locker, just in case. To her great surprise she found an unopened packet of white, floral decorated, lace knickers. Heaven knows what they were doing in there, Penny simply couldn't remember stealing them. "I've got some panties, but no bra. I hope you don't mind going without support Yasmin. Your soiled bra might stain my dress, you see." For once, Penny's faux concerns were both entitled and fully genuine, the dress would be ruined and Penny would never be able to return it unscathed.

"Oh okay", gushed Yasmin, slightly disappointed. "Right, if you excuse me, I'd better have my shower", Yasmin continued as hot chili sauce continued to drip down her legs. As Yasmin unhooked her bra, Penny indicated to her to throw it into the bin. Sliding her knickers down her legs, Yasmin deposited her panties in the same way. Feeling exposed and self-conscious, Yasmin blushed as she caught a jealous Penny steal a quick glance at her bush. Penny shook her head in disbelief, as she felt entranced by the teenager's perfect body. Now staring at her breasts, Penny reflected that in a few years, Yasmin would blossom into a truly spectacular young woman. Though Bea was more toned, Yasmin possessed curvier hips and a gorgeous triangular figure. Bea's behind was cuter, but she was perhaps too thin for Penny's liking. Yasmin was the all-round real deal. Scowling, Penny doubted whether any red-blooded young male could resist her.

Penny handed Yasmin some shower gel and then watched in astonishment as the young blonde began to waddle over towards the showers. "Forgetting something?" Penny crowed as she threw a clean white towel over the back of Yasmin's head, covering her back but not her shapely bottom.

Waiting until the teenager was safely in the shower, Penny turned her attention back to the older sister. Speaking first, Penny began, "So Parvati mentioned that you wanted to set your friend up to be gunged." Poppy smiled, enjoying the invitation to have a moan. "Too right I do. Summer has been a right stuck-up show off recently. She's become such a pious bore. She turned down a great modelling opportunity just because she didn't want to get messy. Many models would have killed to have that gig, and she didn't show any appreciation for any of the work I did booking it for her. She doesn't work hard enough to make modelling her full-time career, she's already borrowing money off me to make ends meet as it is. She just expects me to organise the shoots and contacts for her; sometimes she's just take, take, take. Now don't get me wrong, I love her almost as much as I love my sister, but I've had enough! Plus, she's such a prude around gunge, it's unbelievable. She sulks if I ever threaten to get her messy, she's like a child sometimes. Then, she only went and gunged myself and my sister yesterday after a game of cards, before volunteering Yasmin for another trip into the slime today. I'd love it if you could help set Summer up and teach her a lesson, it would be very much deserved."

Rant over, Poppy almost regretted speaking so meanly and freely about her best friend. It wasn't her style to be so hypercritical about anyone, let alone Summer. She did mean what she said though, Summer had been almost intolerable these past few weeks. But she was her best friend and you can't expect anybody to be perfect, everybody is annoying once in a while. Yes, they were having a sticky patch, but they'd be sure to laugh about it in a few weeks' time. Nevertheless, it had hurt when Summer had rejected the contract that Poppy had helped set up for her. She'd spent an hour convincing the shop to book her and it had really upset Poppy for Summer to turn round and just say no. Poppy couldn't keep giving her a lift up forever. At some point, Summer might have to accept that she would never make it as a model, she was twenty-four now after all. Poppy had tried to help her friend and she couldn't do any more.

Penny listened intently, as Poppy continued to bluster uncontrollably. The blonde model genuinely did seem quite aggrieved. From the sound of things, this Summer truly did deserve to be gunged. Penny hated people who avoided getting messy. These people often denigrated and disparaged the contraptions that she and her sister Bonnie slaved over to build. If everything went as planned, she would be delighted to slime the stuck-up part-time model.

Thinking a variety of malicious schemes over in her head, Penny slowly began to form a plan of action. Replying to Poppy, she began, "Oh I will gladly slime Summer, but I need you both to do something for me in return. You see, I've got it on good authority, from Parvati's cousin Arjan, that the co-host Tori and my sister Bonnie, who is a member of the backstage crew, are conspiring to gunge Aiko later today. Now they don't intend just to gunge her, they plan to utterly humiliate her too. If they succeed, Aiko could well pull out of the show. If she resigns, her uncle might withdraw our funding and we'll all be out of a job. As you can see, they must be stopped." Penny's entire story was a complete and utter lie. As far as she knew, there was no plot to gunge Aiko, nobody would surely dare. For Aiko's uncle could indeed fire them all at a moment's notice. If anything, Penny suspected Bonnie and Tori of plotting to gunge herself, not Aiko. They certainly had the motive and the means. Penny felt that if she remained vigilant, she could manipulate Poppy and Yasmin in fighting her battle for her. The sisters could expose Bonnie and Tori's plot to Parvati and it would look like she hadn't gotten herself involved in the chaos at all.

Continuing, Penny added, "Thankfully I have just the plan, but I need both your help. Now don't think I don't recognise you from all those lingerie ads. You're a minor celebrity round here. All the guys in the crew fancy you, in case you didn't know. So, I'd like you to use your beguiling looks and your irresistible charm to trick Tori's boyfriend Matty into kissing you, so that we can blackmail him into helping expose what his girlfriend knows about the plot."

Listening intently up to this point, Poppy became enraged and immediately began to raise an objection. "Whoa I'm not doing that", she complained. Though Poppy didn't watch 'Cherry Hill' she knew that both Tori and her boyfriend were its stars. From what she could remember, Matty was quite hot. But he was also four years younger than her, which at their age, was really quite a distance. But more importantly he was in a stable relationship. Poppy's ex had broken her heart when she'd caught him cheating with Tatiana. It would seem quite apt to gain her revenge by ruining Tatiana's sister's relationship. But as far as Poppy was concerned, Tori had nothing to do with her older sister's indiscretion. She shouldn't be held accountable for her sister's misdeeds. Now an innocent kiss was hardly sex, but in Poppy's mind it was cheating all the same. Such treachery was beneath her, she had standards, even if Tatiana did not. If her refusal to help meant that Summer wouldn't be gunged, then so be it.

But Penny was not to be beaten. Suddenly changing her tone, she aggressively pointed towards the open locker and began, "Oh, you are going to kiss him. You will do exactly as I say. See these roses on the shelf? They're fakes. They have hidden cameras in them, it's all really quite clever; don't you agree? Now, you see, I've just recorded our last conversation when you said some really quite spiteful things about your best friend. It would be such an awful shame if she was to hear them. You never know, she might never be able to forgive you, you really were quite mean."

Her face like thunder, Poppy shook her head in rage. She hadn't expected Penny to be such a conniving bitch. But the blonde had her trapped, what else could she do? If she tried wrestling the rose from her, she would just be accused of stealing and that just wasn't her thing. She wouldn't stoop to Penny's level, even if it meant that she had to give some innocent guy a kiss. Thinking her dilemma through for a moment, Poppy reflected that her job as a model had on many occasions involved having to dispassionately kiss and cuddle a large array of male models, many of whom had loving partners back home. Perhaps this kiss wouldn't be any different. It wouldn't mean anything, especially if it was just a kiss on the cheek. Poppy was trying to justify her actions, but in all honesty remained thoroughly unconvinced. Nevertheless, she felt defeated. "Alright, I'll do it. But you'd better make Summer's gunging twice as horrific in return." "Agreed", snapped Penny back, almost immediately, not having to think.

The two red roses on the shelf were identical, except for the colour of their leaves: one was emerald green, the other a murky shade of olive. Penny had in fact stolen them from Arjan, intending to use them to spy on Parvati and Aiko, who she felt were making decisions that were not in the best interests of the production company as a whole. Aiko seemed intent on just using the show as a launchpad, she had no intention of making the show a success long term. Similarly, she felt that Parvati was also out looking for greater things. She was a 'yes woman' and wouldn't take any great risks. Penny felt that only herself, Bonnie, Arjan and Bill truly had any genuine affection for the show. Yet Parvati was turning them all against each other, by offering to make one of them her second in command.

Wanting to stay one step ahead of the others, Penny had decided to act alone. But she was yet to put the roses into use. She could never get close enough to either Aiko or Parvati whenever they disappeared off to have their secret meetings. It had been such a great frustration to bare. Instead, Penny felt that now was the perfect opportunity to finally use them. Desperately wanting that promotion, she felt that it would be humiliating to work under her talented sister or the hapless, though well-meaning Bill and Arjan. Furthermore, she felt like she should have a contingency plan in place, in case the new job was offered to somebody else. Now Bill and Arjan would instantly recognise the roses as a recording device, but as far as she knew, Bonnie had never seen them before. Bonnie was her sister, but she was also her rival. Bonnie was no doubt plotting against her, herself as she spoke. But to gain her revenge she would need Yasmin, who was taking an awfully long time in the shower.

Finally, having rinsed all the vegetable oil out of her hair, Yasmin wrapped her towel around her chest and re-entered the changing room. Relieved at her reappearance, Penny turned towards her before Poppy could intervene. "Now, I was just telling your sister that how I would gladly gunge Summer for her, when Poppy generously offered to do something for me in return. Poppy's agreed to help me foil a plot against Aiko led by her co-host Tori and my sister Bonnie, who is also a member of the backstage crew. Poppy's going to kiss Tori's boyfriend so we can blackmail him into helping expose what his girlfriend knows about the plot. Now, we're going to need evidence of this kiss, so I'll need you to take a photo of it, before texting it back to me."

Yasmin looked over at her sister, confused. This was an awful lot of information to take in. What was the plot against Aiko? How were Tori and Bonnie involved? How exactly was kissing somebody going to help? Why couldn't Penny take the photo? Why had Poppy agreed? Looking to her sister for guidance, Yasmin felt reassured when Poppy nodded, though her winning smile seemed rather strained. "Erm okay, if my sister's in, so am I? What's your number?" Yasmin asked, still rather confused.

Penny then read out a number to Yasmin who typed it into Poppy's mobile, as she had left her own handbag with Summer. Continuing, Penny explained, "Yasmin I also need you to do one final thing. Tori sent Matty out to fetch some clothes for her from the costume department. I need you to take them to her instead. Poppy meanwhile can distract him and question him to see if he knows anything about the plot. Once you give the clothes to Tori, I need you to talk to Bonnie, who should also be in Tori's room. I need you to get Bonnie to admit to orchestrating the plot to gunge Aiko and also to criticise Arjan, my boss Parvati's cousin, in order to convince our producer that Bonnie and Tori are up to no good. But be careful. Bonnie's criticism must be of a professional nature, nothing personal. If you start prying into her private life, she'll know something is up. But, from what I've seen of you, you seem like a plucky young girl. You'll be able to do this easily, being the star that you are."

Yasmin, as ever, was immensely flattered by Penny's shallow praise. Feeling exulted and appreciative of Penny's level of trust in her, Yasmin didn't dare question Penny's odious plan. Yasmin and Poppy seemed to be doing everything, why wasn't Penny herself getting involved? In all honesty, Penny didn't really expect much from the young girl. For how was she expected to get Bonnie to admit being part of plot that didn't actually exist? Though perhaps she would be able to coax her sister into having a moan about Arjan, which was by far the more important part of the plot anyhow. If Penny could provide evidence of Arjan's major failings to Parvati then the director would be less inclined to give him the promotion. Furthermore, if Bonnie was embroiled in a plot to humiliate Aiko, she would lose all hope of the new job too. With those two out of the picture, she would then only have to worry about Bill. But thankfully, Anais was helping her out and shamelessly flirting with him so that he would do crazy things for her that Parvati surely wouldn't approve.

On a similar note, Poppy might be able to gather interesting information from Matty about his girlfriend. Hopefully he might let slip something about Tori's and Bonnie's plot against herself. The photo itself served very little purpose, other than to drive a wedge between the young couple. Divided they might say something that they would later regret.

Continuing, Penny added, "To do this, you'll need to wear one of these hidden cameras", explained Penny as she held up the rose with emerald green leaves to the young teen. "Whilst talking to them, I'll need you to record everything they say. Yasmin looked over at Poppy who nodded in encouragement once again. "Okay, I'll do it", she replied, before foolishly adding, "It's no problem at all." "Great, now for this to work, I'll need you to pretend to be an apprentice in the costume department. Fortunately, all the backstage staff wear black, so with your dress you'll fit right in. Neither Bonnie nor Tori pay much attention to the girls in the costume department, so they shouldn't suspect a thing. Of course, they may have just seen you being gunged by on stage, but that doesn't mean you aren't a member of the backstage crew."

Starting to worry that Yasmin might just get caught, Penny began to worry whether she could trust the young teen. But presumably she wouldn't want her sister to get hurt, should her rant about Summer get into the wrong hands, so she decided to place her faith in the young girl.

Reaching into her locker, Penny pulled out a coconut cream pie. "What are you going to do with that?" asked Yasmin, concerned. "Now, in order to convince Tori, whose highly fashion conscious, that you truly are a member of the costume department, you'll going to have to look your best. So even if she saw you get gunged earlier, she'll still expect you to look immaculate. So if you're spotless, as a reward I'll pie your sister in the face. But if I find a single splodge on you, I'll let Poppy pie you instead." Turning to Poppy, Penny added, "Will you kindly help me check whether your sister is pristine?"

Then, without warning, Penny cruelly tugged on Yasmin's towel, causing it to slip tragically to the floor. Yasmin shrieked as she once again stood stark naked before the pair. Slipping her left hand down to her crotch, she cringed as Penny slapped it away. "We need to check everywhere, I'm afraid", cackled the blonde as she began to expect Yasmin's chest.

Having seen her sister, throw herself so keenly into the plot, Poppy's own fears were beginning to recede. It may prove to be a bit of fun and she wanted to do everything she could to help save Parvati's show. Even if it meant a pie in the face! But she would soon rather her sister got it, and so helped Penny to inspect her sister's glistening skin. Running her hand over her sister's behind, she suddenly noticed a small fleck of porridge on Yasmin's left cheek. "I've found something", she shouted, causing Penny to break off her inspection of the teenager's groin and join Poppy in staring at Yasmin's butt cheeks. Handing Poppy the coconut cream pie, Penny announced, "You're right, now give your sister what she deserves." Laughing, Poppy slammed the pie all over Yasmin's bottom, causing cream to shoot up between her cheeks. Laughing, Poppy continued to wipe the pie tin all over Yasmin's behind until her entire lower region was swamped under a slimy level of coconut and cream.

Taking a second pie out of the locker, Penny warned, "No prizes for guessing where this one will be going, if you don't get yourself clean!" Turning to Poppy, she asked, "Can you see if you can find any make up? I'll help Yasmin clean up and maybe do something about her hair!" Keen to help, Poppy rummaging around, found a small make-up set and some bright red lipstick. Penny meanwhile, led Yasmin by the arm into the shower room. Picking up a shower head she aimed it at Yasmin's behind, before wiping away all the remaining cream. Continuing to tease Yasmin, she aimed a hairdryer at her face and her chest which strangely seemed to help the young blonde feel more at ease.

Penny began to fix her hair whilst Poppy applied the make-up, before adding the bright red lipstick to her lips. Holding the rose with emerald green leaves, Penny elbowed Poppy out of the way. Standing so close to Yasmin that the teenager's bare breasts pressed up against her chest, Penny felt a small thrill as he felt the faint press of Yasmin's erect nipples through the thin fabric of her black t-shirt. Leaning in slightly, Penny began to fix the rose into Yasmin's blonde hair. Once satisfied, Penny added, "Now, please be careful. The camera isn't water proof. So whatever you do, don't get gunged. So be careful, do not blow your cover! But if you do get caught, say that it was all Bill's idea! Right let's get you into that dress!"

Finally left to herself, Yasmin eased the white lace knickers up her legs. Slipping the black skater dress over her head, she quickly glanced at herself in the mirror. Instantly, she saw that the faint outline of her nipples was visible through the thin material of the dress. "Oh well", she thought to herself, "at least I look smoking hot."

Penny was not watching Yasmin as she got dressed. Throwing the make-up and lipstick back in her locker she then busied herself by typing away on her sister's mobile phone. In fact, Penny had been stealing Bonnie's mobile all week, phoning Parvati at increasingly later times every evening in an attempt to turn her against her. Bonnie was so easy to steal from, she never noticed when she stole her phone. Unlike many girls, she wasn't particularly attached to it, which was quite unique. In fact, the number that Penny had just given Yasmin had been the one for Bonnie's phone, not hers. As Yasmin slipped on her shoes, Penny texted the number that Anais and Bea had recently given out to the audience. "Hey, it's Bonnie here from the backstage crew", she texted. "I would love you to gunge Arjan, one of my co-workers. He's always late and leaves puddles of mess behind him wherever he goes. I'm always having to clean up after him. He really deserves to be gunged, don't you agree?"

Whispering, Poppy asked Yasmin, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Replying her sister exclaimed, "Of course, it sounds like fun. Plus, we want to help out Parvati, don't we?" Poppy added, "Great I was hoping you'd say that. I quite fancy kissing a soap star!" Yasmin then took hold of her sister's hand and asked, "Do you trust me?" "Why of course", her sister replied. "Then please, pie me in the face!" Not even bothering to ask why, Poppy picked up the second coconut cream pie and threw it at point blank range at her sister's cheeks. Twisting the pie tin over Yasmin's nose, Poppy was quickly elbowed out of the way by Penny who exclaimed, "What are you doing? Checking that the hidden camera in Yasmin's hair was okay, Penny then handed the blonde a towel to wipe herself clean.

Turning to Penny, Yasmin asked, "Can I apply some more lipstick, my lips are slightly smudged?" Penny nodded before returning to her phone. Rifling through Penny's locker, Yasmin swiftly reapplied the lipstick before picking up the rose with olive leaves. Checking to make sure that it was switched off, cursing the fact that she didn't have her handbag, Yasmin hitched up her skirt and slipped it up inside her knickers. Having taken Penny's bargaining chip, Yasmin no longer had to go through with the plan. But if she didn't, Summer would never get gunged. Plus, Yasmin quite fancied an afternoon of espionage, the whole escapade might really be fun. Deciding against telling her sister about her thievery, in case she let it slip to Penny, Yasmin announced, "Right, I'm ready. Shall we begin?"
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Dressed in nothing but her gunge spattered white underwear, twenty-one-year-old, five-foot-four Bonnie, began to rifle through her clothes, looking for her phone. Covered in pies, chocolate and gunge, the top-heavy brunette picked her black tracksuit bottoms off the floor. Checking through its pockets, the crewwoman asked, "Have either of you seen my mobile? I can't find it anywhere", before bending over to search through a waste paper basket, whilst wiggling her slim hips in the air.

"No sorry", replied the eighteen-year-old, and fellow brunette, Mia, before pushing her friend, head first, into the bin. Shrieking as she fell forward, Bonnie felt a cake tin stick to the back of her hair. Mia meanwhile picked up the remains of Bonnie's black t-shirt that her sister had cruelly cut to shreds. Throwing them at Bonnie as the brunette eased herself out of the bin, what used to be the left sleeve stuck to her cream splattered face. Flicking the t-shirt and pie tin off her face, Bonnie rasped, "Very funny, I must have left it in my locker this morning then, I guess." She then took two steps forward and upturned the waste paper bin over Mia's head instead.

Screaming, as the remnants of a pie and gunge fight ran down over her face, the short, five-foot-two contestant squealed as a slither of melted chocolate dribbled down her lilac dressing gown, before gently splashing against her delicate, pink knickers. Lifting the bin off her head, she went to throw it at Tori, who cowered and hissed, "Whoa, keep me out of this!" Bonnie shook her head in dismay as the nineteen-year-old raven-haired presenter promptly ducked down behind a chair. Wearing a pink dressing gown, the five-foot-two presenter was nowhere near as messy as her friends, though her hair was admittedly spattered with mud, and she wanted to keep it this way.

One week earlier, after a bitter feud with Tori, Bonnie and her younger sister Penny had rigged one of the presenter's showers so that it spurted mud instead of water. Frustratingly for Bonnie, Tori never had need for a quick shower at work until earlier this morning, when presenting the first segment of the day, she had been covered head to toe in pies and gunge. Unfortunately, however, the co-host had invited Mia, one of the contestants, back to her room, after she had been viciously gunged in the car wash after losing a game on the show. Hence, it was the unsuspecting Mia and not Tori who had the misfortune to be showered with mud, as she attempted to get clean.

In revenge, Tori and Mia had handcuffed Bonnie to a clothes rack and threatened to cover her in pies and gunge. The duo desired to use their threat as a bargaining chip with Penny, who they hoped would keep quiet about their whereabouts to Parvati, who was having a nervous breakdown, because they had disappeared. But to their great surprise, Penny actively encouraged them to humiliate her sister and helped them by cutting Bonnie's clothes to utter shreds. Eventually, Penny agreed to keep their location a secret if they didn't report her for sabotaging Tori's shower in return. With nobody left to defend her, Bonnie simply sighed as Tori and Mia gladly obliterated Bonnie with countless pies and buckets and gunge just for the thrill. In truth, it had been Bonnie's gunge machines which had humiliated them on set earlier, so they felt justified in the brunette receiving her messy retribution. Almost taking things too far, Tori had even coated Bonnie's rather impressive breasts in generous layers of custard.

As always, Penny somehow managed to escape away clean. Keen to cause more mischief, she even began flirting with Tori's bewildered boyfriend Matty, who misreading her real intentions, fell under her spell and invited her out to a party hosted by his friends. For unlike Tori and Mia, he couldn't see that Penny was a vicious, calculating, double crossing harpy. To Matty, she was simply incredibly nice and extraordinarily helpful.

Penny's betrayal of her sister had finally led Bonnie to realise that she was utterly selfish and only looking out for herself. Thus, Bonnie had entered into a pact with Tori and Mia in order for them all to gain their revenge. Yet their pact was a fragile one and likely to break down at any moment. They still didn't fully trust one another and felt each woman had a hidden agenda. Despite what the clingy Tori might claim, they were hardly very close. Any one of them could betray the others at a moment's notice.

Their initial idea was to gang up on Penny at the fancy dress party organised by Tori and Matty's friends. Wearing masks, they figured that Penny would never know who had gained their revenge. For Penny had upset so many people recently that it could literally be anybody who worked on the show.

But that party was over a week away and stubborn Tori was impatient for her revenge. "Can't we sneak up on her and slime her later today? I can't wait a week, I refuse!" the co-host crowed impatiently. "I know, tell me about it. I've been waiting my entire life!" bleated Bonnie, echoing Tori's restlessness. "Hey, have patience guys. We have to have a clear plan first", warned Mia, trying to take the voice of reason. Though she was the youngest of the trio, she was also the smartest and the most self-aware. Tori was nae and self-absorbed. Feeling hurt and rejected, Bonnie couldn't see passed her hell-bent desire for revenge. Naturally passive, despite being the older sister, Bonnie had allowed her traitorous sister to walk all over her, her entire life. Mia wondered whether when the time came, Bonnie would have the guts to stand up to Penny. Instinctively a coward, Tori, almost certainly would not. Hence, Mia realised that neither could be fully relied upon to think clearly in a crisis; they showcased their weaknesses too easily and both wore their hearts on their sleeve.

Taking the role of the pragmatist, Mia felt that it fell upon her to take the lead. But bossing others around felt alien to Mia, who had always previously been rather shy. In her relationship, it was her more outlandish girlfriend, Ava, who wore the trousers. Mia simply wasn't used to telling people what to do. Though hardly an eternal optimist, she usually not so negative, critical and defensive. She didn't intend to react so gloomily whenever Tori or Bonnie made a suggestion. But their revenge against Penny had to be error free, otherwise there would be no point in working together. They would have one chance and couldn't afford to waste it. So, it was no surprise that Mia took on the role of leader with fear and trepidation.

Nevertheless, it at least appeared that Bonnie was partially listening. Replying to Mia, she responded, "True. Penny's pretty observant, she'll see us if we sneak up on her, for sure. Furthermore, she'll be expecting us to make the next move, I don't know about you, but she can read me like a book." Ever hopeful, Tori suggested, "How about we ask someone to gunge her for us?" Trying to remain positive, Mia replied, "Who do you have in mind? Matty seems besotted by her, sorry Tori, and I don't know if there is anybody else here that I trust." Bonnie nodded. "True, Arjan and Bill wouldn't dare upset her. She's not even their boss, yet they do everything that she wants. Plus, Parvati would kill me if she found out that I was wasting her precious gunge backstage."
"It's hardly wasted if it's poured over Penny", chortled Tori, before adding, "Perhaps we could trick her into appearing on the show instead?" "Good idea, I'll give it more thought", responded Mia, finally, for once impressed. Returning to the subject of Matty, she warned, "Anyway, it can't be Matty, we've already got him doing an errand for us, she'll grow suspicious if we try and involve him anymore. He's already taking enough time as it is fetching our clothes, which makes me rather nervous. I hope Penny hasn't already gotten to him again."

The first cracks in their brittle partnership were already beginning to form. Despite being the least qualified and suitable person to take charge, Tori wondered what right Mia had to tell her what to do. She was the presenter, Mia only a contestant, surely, she outranked her? Mia was her invited guest, nothing more.

In contrast, Tori had already managed to upset Bonnie. When she had asked her boyfriend to fetch clothes for the brunette, Tori had suddenly realised that she didn't know the Bonnie's measurements. Unwilling to guess or ask her private questions in front of her boyfriend, her solution didn't exactly go down too well. "Hey, I'm not sure about Bonnie's measurements, so fetch a variety of sizes from ten to sixteen." Sixteen! Sixteen! Bonnie was a size ten, not a sixteen! Yes, she was older, taller and bustier than the others, but just because she wasn't an anorexic stick insect like Tori didn't mean that she was morbidly obese! At least she ate a healthy diet, she'd never seen Tori eat anything other than a salad! Furthermore, she felt blessed to have large breasts, they were her best feature for sure.

Tori looked up at the TV monitor. Anais and Bea from Dazzle were presenting a piece to camera. Tori sniggered as the unfortunate Bea was repeatedly pied and slimed by Penny and Arjan. Turning to the others once more, Tori explained, "Since I've already told Parvati that I won't be reappearing in time to host the other team's segment, I reckon we have about an hour until we're all required back on set. Surely in that time we can cook up an evil plot to defeat Penny? Anyone got any fresh ideas?"

Having a moment of inspiration, as she watched Bea have a bucket of chocolate poured over her, Bonnie exclaimed, "How about we use Anais and Bea to our advantage? We could get them to do all our dirty work for us!" Her face lighting up, Tori replied, "Great idea! We could text in like they've asked and request for Penny to be gunged. It would be so easy!" But ever the naysayer, Mia shook her head. "No, that would be too obvious. Penny would be expecting that. Plus, who would you back if Bea and Anais tried to gunge her? Penny would destroy them", warned Mia as Penny slapped yet another pie in Bea's pretty face.

Seeing Tori's face drop, Mia instantly regretted her tone of voice. For Tori, it had been quite a clever idea. She ought to have encouraged her, instead of shooting it down straight away. Yet, it was flawed, Penny wasn't stupid. She wouldn't let Anais creep up on her, she wouldn't allow Bea to pie her in the face. A single snarl would send the two popstars scuttling. But then, watching Tori's lip quiver as she began to sulk, Mia had a change of mind, the spoilt teenager looked pathetic.

Ignoring Tori, Mia continued, "Bonnie you know your sister best. If she was trying to gunge you, how do you think she would do it?" Bonnie paused and thought for a moment. "Well, she would be far smarter for sure. She would probably text in pretending to be me and ask for Aiko to be gunged instead. That way not only would my boss get gunged, but Penny would fix it so that her questions were easy. Aiko would thus have her revenge and pour a bucket of slime over my head, before trying to have me fired!" "Ingenious, why don't we do that?" exclaimed Tori, suddenly recovering from her petty, snivelling sulk. Mia had to admit that Bonnie's idea was clever, but yet, she was still unsure. "Well, isn't that all a bit risky, I wouldn't want anybody to get fired, not even Penny." "True, but hey, we have to do something", added Bonnie. "I've known Penny all my life. If I could step inside her mind, I could work out how she thinks. That last idea, where I pretended to be her, was the smartest one I've had in weeks. Tell you what, how about I spend the next half hour pretending to be my sister, so that I can get a better sense of how she thinks? Perhaps then I'll come up with an even better idea, don't you think?" Bonnie giggled as she spoke the last three words, a phrase that her sister often over used, but this revelation went above both her fellow accomplices who were oblivious to Penny's favoured turns of phrase.

"Be careful, it's tough being a bitch", warned Mia, who thought this latest suggestion very unwise. "Stop being such a spoil sport Mia", chided Tori, losing more of her patience with Mia by the minute. "Bonnie, I think that's a great idea. Let the evil commence!" "Thanks, big nose", replied Bonnie, teasingly. "Hey", cried Tori, shocked and hurt by the unnecessary insult. "Sorry Tori, but that's what Penny calls you, when you're not present. Your nose is lovely, though you do have saggy ears!" Cackled Bonnie, continuing to tease. "Now, I mustn't get out of character again. If I offend anyone, its Penny talking, not me." "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you", added Mia, deeply sceptical about the whole idea.

After a moment's thought, Bonnie shouted in glee, "I've got it! Penny wouldn't just text in pretending to be someone else, she would use somebody else's phone. Why don't we do that too? The production staff all know mine and Tori's numbers and I'm sure we have Mia's on the system somewhere. It would have to be someone who is not connected to the gameshow in any way. Any ideas?" Tori turned to Mia, asking, "Are any of your friends here today? Perhaps we could borrow one of theirs?" "Yes they are", the brunette replied hesitantly, "but I'm not too keen to get them involved. Penny would eat them alive." "Don't worry, I have a better idea", added Bonnie. "How about we steal Matty's?" "Hang on a minute", began Tori, suddenly changing her tune. "Well, he is quite easy to manipulate after all", blurted Bonnie, whilst realising that being mean and evil really was actually quite good fun after all.

Tori meanwhile glanced back up at the television. Leanne, the blonde singer from Dazzle was struggling to shuffle a pack of cards. As expected, she was trying and failing to take centre stage. Tori laughed as she watched Leanne send the entire pack of cards flying into fellow band member Gaby's quite considerable chest. "Hey, turn that off", demanded Bonnie. "Dazzle are insufferable." She wasn't even needing to channel Penny, everybody knew that they were beyond dreadful. "For once, I have to agree", added Mia, turning the monitor off herself, moments before the beginning of the segment when poor Yasmin was gunged.

"You know, I've never been able to shuffle cards, I'm always such a klutz", noted Mia, keen to turn the topic of conversation away from Penny. "Oh, it's not too hard, you've just got to have really quick and nimble fingers", claimed Bonnie. "It really is rather easy, once you learn how. Furthermore, when you have a sister, who's well known for cheating, it's a vitally important skill to possess. If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that you should never trust a person who always insists on doing the shuffling."

Tori sheepishly looked at Mia, it didn't take a genius to work out that she was referring to Penny. Genuinely interested, Mia responded, "Tell me about it, my friend Lavender always beats me at cards. Thinking about it, she always insists on doing the shuffling too! My sister reckons that Lavender palms the cards without me noticing. But then again, unlike Penny, I'm hardly the most observant person."

Sensing an opportunity opening, Bonnie smiled. "Is that true? I never would have guessed. Why don't we test it?" she suggested, intrigued. Like Tori, Bonnie was beginning to get fed up with Mia's constant negativity. She felt it only right that Mia got what she deserved. Bonnie wanted to practise being evil, practise being Penny. So why shouldn't she practise on Mia? Easily lead, Tori nodded along, seemingly picking up on Bonnie's insinuation that Mia was now fair game.

Continuing, Bonnie explained, "I have an idea. At some point in the next two minutes I will perform a secret action. If Mia can guess what it is, I'll have another quick shower in the mud. But if she fails, then Mia can have a mud shower instead." Mia was startled by the abruptness of this challenge. But she didn't want to be seen as weak or a spoilsport, she realised that she had come across as far too negative already. Anyway, she was always up for a laugh and quite fancied seeing Bonnie get covered in the mud once again. "Okay, I'm certainly interested. But how do I know that you won't cheat?" Pleased that Mia had taken the bait, Bonnie replied, "Good point. I'll write down beforehand what my secret action will be. Since, Tori is presumably more observant than you, hopefully she'll see my action and if her guess is the same as what I've written down, then you'll know I haven't cheated."

"Sounds fair", admitted Mia. "But what happens if Tori's guess is also wrong?" Get carried away with herself, Bonnie replied, "Well, both Tori and I will have a mud shower instead." "Hang on", wailed Tori, confused at how she had somehow got embroiled in the bet between Bonnie and Mia. But both brunettes simply ignored her. She had no choice but to play along. Pleased at the prospect of also seeing Tori muddy, Mia no longer had any objections. "Alright then, it's a deal."

Bonnie wrote down her secret action on a slip of paper, folded it and slipped it into her bra. Mia, in deep concentration, opened her eyes as wide as possible, in a valiant attempt to avoid blinking. Bemused at the odd sight of her opponent, Bonnie chuckled before beginning to speak. "Once Mia's had her mud shower, why don't we all pop into the Jacuzzi? As far as I know, it's still connected to the water line, unless Penny has also meddled with it and it also spurts out mud. Tori, you don't mind do you? We all deserve it. Of course, when Matty returns, Mia will have to quickly pop her head under the water, but that won't be a problem. I take it you can hold your breath for thirty seconds? Right the time's up, what was my action?"

When Bonnie had said the word 'Matty' she quite clearly blinked with her right eye. Even Mia, who had been inevitably blinking quite readily herself, couldn't have missed it. Hence, Mia exclaimed, "You blinked! Your right eye! I'm positive!" Unwilling to give the game away, Bonnie maintained a brilliant poker face. "Oh okay. Tori, what was my action?" Tori took a moment to consider her answer. She had seen Bonnie blink too, but it couldn't be that simple. The blink was too conspicuous, too obvious. Bonnie wouldn't risk having another mud shower so easily. It had to be something else. Tori suddenly remembered that Bonnie had scratched her left ear when she had said her name. Perhaps it was that instead? Though deeply unsure, Tori pretended to sound confident. "Well, I have to disagree. You scratched your left ear when you said 'Tori', so I reckon it must be that instead."

"Oh really, I didn't see her scratch her ear", Mia admitted, suddenly quite worried indeed. Nevertheless, she wanted to make poor Tori sweat. "Bonnie's wink was so obvious, I hope you two enjoy mud showers, because you're about to have another one, just you wait!" Smiling, Bonnie slowly removed the slip of paper from her left bra cup. Turning it around so that it faced Mia, she chuckled as the brunette read aloud, "Scratch left ear." Taking the slip of paper from Bonnie's hand she blinked twice, still doubting what she read.

Incredibly relieved, Tori began laughing uncontrollably. "Goodness me. Mia you were right. You really aren't very observant, are you?" "Why do you say that?" asked Mia, now even more confused. "Where's your dressing gown gone?" Tori teased as she pointed to Mia's bare chest. As Mia had distractedly taken the slip of paper away from Bonnie, the brunette had slyly undone her dressing gown, sending it slipping down to the floor. Mia had been standing in just her knickers for over ten seconds and simply hadn't noticed. Mia looked down at her breasts and began to shriek in embarrassment and horror. Thoroughly ashamed, she flailed her arms around her chest. "How did you do that?" she began, still bewildered. "I'm pretty nimble with my hands remember", teased Bonnie, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to be as mean as her sister. "Anyway, it's about time you had your shower Mia. Panties off too now remember!"

Incredulous, Mia slipped off her knickers and covered her youthful crotch with her right hand. Completely naked, she spun round exposing her bouncing buttocks to the others. Mia ran a few strides towards the shower when suddenly, Tori cried out, "Mia, wait!" Tori had spotted a spare caramel cream pie, hidden under the dressing table that they had neglected to use earlier. Taking control, Tori motioned for Mia to move over to the clothes stand so that she was stood over the newspaper that they had earlier laid out for Bonnie. Picking up the pie, Tori explained, "I think you deserve an extra messy punishment for being such a negative nanny!"

Grinning wildly, Tori stood next to the naked teenager and with her left hand, tickled the small of Mia's smooth, silky back. Eliciting a giggle from the poor girl, Tori then smashed the pie into Mia's cheeks, causing caramel to shoot up her nose and dribble down her bare chest and taut stomach. Bonnie meanwhile, picked up an empty pie casing and began to scoop up all the detritus that had been left behind from before. Creating a slimy mixture of gunge, caramel, cream and custard, Bonnie carefully emptied it all over Mia's mud encrusted hair. Copying her, Tori scooped up a slimy concoction of her own in the pie tin she'd just used. But instead of tipping it over Mia's head, she slapped it against the young girl's chest, rubbing it all over her youthful breasts much to her own exuberant amusement. Gaining inspiration, Bonnie did the same to Mia's cute behind. Resembling a rainbow, Mia had swiftly turned into a multi-coloured mess.

Thirty minutes earlier, Mia had delighted in peeling back Bonnie's underwear and sliding a cream pie over her behind. Justice was now ever so sweet. Mia really did look cute naked and she was taking her well-deserved punishment like a star. Taunting her, Bonnie slapped her on her greasy bum, before picking up one final handful of mess and starting to massage the gunge over Mia's quivering breasts from behind. Turning to Tori, she announced, "Well, I reckon Penny would be ever so proud", before cheekily pinching Mia on the bum.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Mia quickly ran away to have a shower. Keen to continue her torment, Tori swiftly followed her. Thinking the coast was clear, Bonnie slyly removed a second piece of paper, emblazoned with "Wink right eye", from her bra. Unfortunately, however, Bonnie had acted too soon, Tori had seen her. Caught red handed, Bonnie put her finger to her mouth. She would have to be more careful. Tori was hardly going to tell Mia, for then she instead would be having the mud shower. Nonetheless, Penny would never have got caught, especially not by someone like Tori. She had a long way to go before she could compete with her evil sister. Sighing, Bonnie tossed the paper in the bin and declared, "So Tori, how about that Jacuzzi? We still have plenty of time to misbehave."

Moments later, with her eager audience watching her, Mia paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and bravely turning on the tap of the shower. Mud splashed down upon her, covering her head to toe in sticky brown slush. The mud ran down her face and swarmed down over her perky breasts. Bonnie, ecstatic to see the tables turn once again, was particularly delighted to see Mia get a taste of her own medicine. Sensing half an opportunity, Mia tried to grab at her to drag her under, but the older woman was far too quick. "Oh no you don't", warned Bonnie, "You lost fair and square." Tori trying to keep quiet, had to bite her lip at her friend's shameless, brazen lie.

Not to be perturbed, Mia scraped some mud off of her breasts and flung it at Bonnie, who once again ducked out of the way. "So predictable", she chortled, whilst still taking precautions should Mia try that same trick again. Mia was a ridiculous sight, her boobs, now mostly clean after just scraping them, were the only part of her body not entirely covered in the thick slimy mud. Tori chuckled at the sight of the poor girl before turning to Bonnie. Almost apologetically, she asked, "Could you have a quick rinse under my other shower too, before you jump into the Jacuzzi? You're still caked in gunge and chocolate after all." To illustrate her point, Tori opened up the back of Bonnie's knickers allowing custard and caramel to dribble down her legs. Tori let go of Bonnie's panties rather suddenly, allowing them to slap back against Bonnie's pie slavered rear. Whispering, Tori added, "You wouldn't want Mia to find out about your treachery either, would you?"

Now it was Mia's turn to laugh as Bonnie howled as the thin material slapped against her skin. Taking care to stay out of the way, Tori tiptoed over to the Jacuzzi, before turning the hot tap on. The teenager swished her hand around to check the temperature of the water before disappearing to get changed. Glancing up towards the ceiling, Mia cursed that the mud shower simply showed no signs of running out. Bonnie meanwhile begrudgingly began to remove all her clothes. How had they both been beaten by Tori? The girl was no Einstein, yet here was Mia naked and covered in gunge, pies and mud, and herself, somehow blackmailed into having a shower.

Bonnie glanced at Mia, who had made the mistake of looking up, thus allowing copious layers of mud to splatter into her cute, pretty face. Turning to the teenager, Bonnie remarked, "No hard feelings, the game was just a bit of fun. I didn't intend to be mean earlier. I just got carried away. Still friends?" With the constant flow of mud gradually slowing to a stop, Mia turned to her tormentor and replied, "Still friends." Mia glanced down at Bonnie's impressive breasts, instantly feeling a pang of jealousy as she glanced down at her own.

Continuing, Bonnie added, "But just because I like you doesn't mean I won't ease up on you on during the show. If you lose, I'll gunge you with glee. It is my job after all. Furthermore, be weary that Penny will probably be more determined than ever to demolish you after your run in with her earlier today." Bonnie then surveyed Mia's mud splattered body. "I can see what Ava sees in you, you do look stunning naked." Keen to repay the confident, Mia laughed and replied, "Oh Bonnie, you're the one who's gorgeous. But do you know what? There's one thing missing that would make you simply irresistible." Bonnie stared back blankly, waiting for Mia to continue. But before she knew it, it was too late. Mia jumped at her, enveloping her in a thick, slimy embrace. Mia wiped the mud from her shoulders and slapped it on the unsuspecting Bonnie's wet, shiny cheeks. "Didn't see that one coming now did you?" Mia teased as she wiped her hands-on Bonnie's back and behind.

Once Bonnie had managed to untangle herself from Mia, she was able to swiftly wash most of the remaining mud and detritus away. The mud shower having now finally ended, Mia took her place under Bonnie's fully functioning shower as the older woman began to towel herself down. "Seriously, what are we going to do with you Mia", Bonnie wondered in disbelief. Checking on the Jacuzzi, Bonnie tutted. "Goodness, Tori lives like royalty, doesn't she? No wonder Penny was so resentful when she was made to build the extension. Who wouldn't be jealous of a place like this?" Bonnie then put her hand under the hot water tap of the Jacuzzi. "It seems like we've used up all of the hot water", she complained. True to form, Mia's shower suddenly turned ice cold and the teenager shrieked as the freezing water splashed down against her knotted hair and mud spattered, naked skin. Hopping from one foot to the other, she bravely turned her face towards the stream of cold water and let it wash over her cheeks, continuing to scream every single second of the way.

Hearing the commotion, Tori re-joined her friends. Bonnie looked over at the presenter and sighed. Tori was wearing a gorgeous red bikini. Tori glanced back at Bonnie and reading her thoughts remarked, "Oh I always carry a bikini around with me, you never know when I might need one." Tori then twirled around on the spot, further heightening Bonnie's bitterness and envy. Having finished pirouetting, Tori continued, "I've got another two bikinis in my wardrobe. They're both tie bikinis, which I need in case I put on any weight. Plus, Bonnie, you'd probably find my other ones at home a bit tight." Bonnie scowled, before shaking her head in disbelief. Tori really lacked tact. She was probably didn't even realise that she was being incredibly offensive. Likewise, Mia couldn't believe Tori either. Bonnie had exquisite curves and a gorgeous top-heavy figure. She was probably only a size greater than them both. In brutal honesty, flat chested Mia yearned for a curvy figure like Bonnie's.

Seeing the mood in the room suddenly change, Tori gradually realised her mistake. Red faced and apologising, she fled the room, adding "I'll just lay them out for you", as she disappeared. When she was gone, Bonnie turned to Mia and remarked, "Remind me to let Parvati know that she has a bikini with her. It might just come in handy tomorrow, don't you think?" "Hey, I don't mean to be rude, but I keep hearing you say that", replied Mia, not meaning to cause offence. "I'm glad you noticed. 'Don't you think' is one of Penny's favourite sayings, though she announces it with far more sarcasm than I do, of course. I'm trying to talk like her to remain in character. It is really difficult remembering to remain pure evil. I'm not really a natural, as you can see", Bonnie explained.

With that parting shot, Bonnie returned to the changing room to put on her bikini. Keen to avoid her, Tori soon re-entered the bathroom, carrying a couple of towels, before gingerly dipping her toes into the Jacuzzi. "Perfect", she exclaimed, before easing herself gently in. The presenter then turned to Mia who was struggling to wash the mud away from her pubic hair. Clearing her voice, Tori asked, "Bonnie seems mad at me. What did I say?"

Fuming at Tori's latest accidental insult, Bonnie spied the raven-haired girl's phone on the dressing room table. Channelling her inner Penny, feeling mischievous, she began writing a text. "Hi, it's Tori here. I would love it if you could gunge Penny. She broke my shower on purpose and deserves to be slimed." But just as she was about to hit send, she had another, more ingenious idea. Tori would never write that, she would never dare. Rewriting the text, Bonnie wrote, "Hey, it's Tori here. I would love it if you could gunge my boyfriend Matty for flirting with Penny. He so deserves to be slimed!"

Her second effort was much better. She would gain her revenge on both Tori and Penny in just one go. Plus, Matty had walked in on her earlier, when she was half naked and covered in gunged, it was only fair if he received a similar slimy fate. Bonnie had only just hit send when Mia, dripping wet and a towel wrapped around her chest, walked in to join her. Watching her at work, Mia announced, "Hey, I see you've found your phone. Wait, you weren't texting Bea and Anais, were you? Please say you weren't." "Of course, not", Bonnie replied, not very convincingly. "Bonnie!" tutted Mia, deeply disappointed in her friend.

Sensing that Mia had seen through her lies, Bonnie admitted her guilt. "Okay, I have. But don't worry, it wasn't for you, Penny or Tori. I have another score to settle with someone, it won't interfere with our plans for Penny, I promise." "Alright, I'll trust you. But tell me next time, alright", Mia replied, keen to rebuild the bridge between them. "Thanks Mia, I will", Bonnie responded, extremely relieved that Mia hadn't realised that she had been using Tori's phone instead. Bonnie then took a step towards Mia before reaching over and snatching her towel from her chest. Mia, naked once more, collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Goodness me Bonnie, should Ava be worried? You do seem to like seeing me naked!" she joked before turning around and wiggling her bum in her friend's face.
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Twenty-year-old security guard Rufus was having no luck with the ladies. The strapping five-foot-ten blonde was working at the television studios having been refused overtime at the chocolate factory where he usually worked. He found himself in this predicament after being tricked by an old flame. His ex, Felicia, had promised him sexual favours if he left his post for an hour, thus allowing a group of rowdy teenagers to go in and trash the place. Upon returning, he wiped the security master tapes, but didn't bother to check the warehouse, where two youths were found asleep the following morning, in what he could only describe as a gunge tank. He'd only escaped being fired because the owner's son had been implicit in the whole sordid affair. By some strange coincidence, one of those youths, the girl, Yasmin, was a spectator at the gameshow today. For Rufus, it was odd seeing her with clothes on, for he had only ever met her before in the nude.

Nevertheless, Felicia had never gone through with her side of the bargain and he'd had asked his agency to help find him extra work. Hence, he had started moonlighting at the TV studios where one of the backstage crew, a lovely blonde called Penny, proved to be a bit of a flirt. Repeatedly fluttering her eyelids and tossing back her hair, Penny often accidentally bumped into him when passing through the door. Thinking he might just have a chance, he jumped at the opportunity when Penny promised him a kiss if he delayed letting some poxy actor called Matty go backstage. Keen for a quick snog, and possibly also a cheeky fumble, he'd blocked the rather lost looking soap star from returning back through the double doors from which he'd just came.

"Oh, sorry, I think I've made a wrong turn. I just need to fetch some clothes for my girlfriend", explained Matty, very patiently. "No, sorry, where's your badge, I can't let you in without the right lanyard I'm afraid", Rufus barked, very much enjoying taunting the pretty boy who cowered before him, afraid. Taking a careful step backwards, Matty looked down at his visitor's pass and realised that it didn't actually specify that he could go backstage. "Look, if I can just speak to my girlfriend, we can just sort this mess out. I think I picked up wrong badge by accident, I really need to go to the costume department that's all." Matty was of course mistaken, he had picked up the right badge, only for Penny to switch the lanyard for another when showing him the wrong way down the corridor.

"No can do. You'll have to go back to your seat, we can't have members of the audience mixing with the presenters and crew", taunted Rufus, enjoying telling the pathetic, pretty boy what to do. "But I'm the presenter's boyfriend", wailed Matty, close to tears." Scoffing, Rufus didn't believe him. "As if! Sorry mate, but you don't look Aiko's type." Running out of options, Matty resorted to the final trick in the book. He hated saying it, but he didn't think he had a choice. "Look, do you know who I am?" he asked, a move that always worked. "Erm, no. Someone who's not going backstage, I suppose!" chortled Rufus, having never watched Matty's show.

Pretending to open the door for Matty, Rufus, pushed back on it slightly for a few seconds, before tantalisingly letting it go. Not wanting the door closed on him again, Bill, pushing a trolley filled with buckets of cow manure, tried to slip through the gap in the door. But the security guard simply slammed the door against the trolley, almost causing one of the buckets to crash to the floor. Unimpressed, Bill bulldozed his way forward, running over Rufus' foot as he barged through the door. "Hey, wait, stop! Show me your pass first", Rufus shouted as Bill marched through. Irked, Bill stopped the trolley dead in its tracks, causing the same bucket to topple over and empty its contents over Rufus' crotch. Wincing from the pain in his foot, Rufus angrily complained, "Hey, what did you do that for, you clumsy goon?"

Shaking his head, Bill picked up a nearby mop and began to rub it all over Rufus' trousers, explaining, "There, much better. Try not to soil yourself next time, it's not a hit with the ladies you know." Rufus looked like he was about to explode. Ignoring the security guard, Bill dipped the mop in a bucket of water and sploshed it against his face. "There we go. Penny said that you were promised a kiss. I hope this will do." Sputtering out water, Rufus silently raged, not wanting to draw attention to himself since he was covered in soapy water and manure. Bill meanwhile turned to Matty and asked, "Hey, aren't you Tori's boyfriend? Was he causing you any trouble? Come on through with me." "Why thanks", remarked Matty, as he strode passed the humiliated Rufus, who was rubbing his sleeve over his trousers, to help dab down his crotch. Continuing, Matty asked, "Could you show me the way to the costume department too, by any chance?"

After Bill had kindly showed him the correct way to Bianca's door, feeling rather foolish, Matty began to worry what Tori must be thinking considering how long already he'd been. Nervously gabbling his request to Bianca, he stood and gaped as she patiently picked out a cute selection of dresses and a variety of sexy underwear. Carrying the dresses in a blue suit bag, he had barely turned the first corner upon leaving when he suffered the misfortune of bumping into Penny once again. "Hi Matty, how are you?" the blonde cooed. "Tori hasn't got you running errands for her, again has she?" Smiling, Matty replied, "Yeah, but I don't mind, I'm only glad to help."

Having got him to stop, Penny took the opportunity to introduce the actor to her two guests. "Oh, how rude of me", Penny began. "This is Poppy and her sister Yasmin. They're close friends of my boss." Unable to help himself, Matty began staring at Poppy, seemingly entranced. Nervously, he babbled, "Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but aren't you a famous model?" Beginning to flirt, as instructed, Poppy giggled, "I sure am! Though I would hardly call myself famous, not quite yet!" Introductions over, Penny glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Hey, I'm running a bit late. The director needs me on set. Could you keep these two company for a few minutes, until I return?" "Oh, could you? Please. I'm a big fan of yours!" lied Yasmin, fluttering her eyelids and pushing her chest towards him, hands on her hips. "Erm" Matty began unsure of how to reply. He was already wildly late himself, but he didn't want to let these two lovely women down, especially if they were fans of the show. Furthermore, they were friends with Tori's boss and the older one particularly, was insanely fit. "Oh, okay then. But only for ten minutes, I need to get back to Tori, pretty quick." "Great! Thanks for this. I owe you a huge favour", announced Penny before flouncing off down the corridor, the way she came.

Turning towards Poppy, he accidentally stared straight into her piercing blue eyes. With the model intensely returning her gaze, the poor teenage actor had no option but to blush. Matty knew he had a great girlfriend, the best in the world in fact. They were in a solid relationship, no matter what the tabloids might say. But Poppy was stunning and she was just his type. The moment he first laid eyes on her he had recognised her as the sexy underwear model whose stunning photos had guided his choices for Tori's lingerie. Not that he would ever tell this to his girlfriend of course, heavens no!

But Poppy was clearly a few years older than him, she must think him pathetic. Trying to smile, he sincerely hoped that he hadn't began to drool. Panicking, he broke the awkward silence by gawking, "Hey, I thought your last photo shoot was amazing", before suddenly realising that this meant that he's studied dozens of photos of her semi-naked. Embarrassed, he put down the suit bag and hurriedly mopped his brow.

Unsurprisingly, Poppy could tell that Matty was incredibly nervous. Normally, this was a real turn off, but she had a job to do. Realising that she would have to calm his nerves, she replied, "Why thank you. I watch your show all the time, you're great!" Joining in, Yasmin interjected, "I do hope you get back together with Tori, you're both so perfect together. The show's simply not the same without her." Matty blinked, confused, before realising that Yasmin was referring to his and Tori's characters who had split up onscreen, and thus why Tori was on a hiatus from the show.

Keen to speed things along, Poppy asked him, "Hey, could I have a photo with you?" Flattered, Matty was delighted to accept. Normally, he only had young teenage girls harass him for a selfie, not glamourous models like Poppy. "Of course, be my guest", he beamed back in reply. Quick as a flash, Poppy handed Yasmin her phone. Yasmin then directed her older sister to squeeze in next to Matty so that the side of her considerable breasts pushed up against his chest. Then, as Yasmin began to take a few photos, Poppy pretended to come across as all giggly and cheekily kissed Matty on the cheek. Once more, Matty blushed as he felt his arm tighten further around Poppy's shoulders. He couldn't believe it, this was a dream come true!

"You can kiss me too if you like. Don't worry, I'm single", Poppy accentuated, almost pleadingly. Unsure of how to respond, Matty stared down at his feet. He'd kissed fans many times, but they were usually just twelve years old. They were just quick pecks on the cheek, of course, too. Occasionally, an older girl wanted a kiss and he had never said no. Watching this unfold in front of her, Tori had inevitably become rather jealous, and after she protested, he promised to stop doing so. But this made his management unhappy. Innocent kisses with fans were rather expected of him during promotional tours for the show. But this was different. Normally, they didn't mean a thing. But he really fancied Poppy and if Tori ever found out, she was sure to explode.

Matty pursed his lips, almost deciding to kiss her, before once again having second thoughts. He was just about to take a step back and remove his arm from Poppy's shoulders, when the model swiftly pulled him in towards her so that he inadvertently kissed her on the cheek. Before he could stop her, her sister took a quick photo of the pair and the first part of their plan was complete.

Shocked, Matty took two steps backwards into the cupboard behind. Stumbling into the shelves as he tried to make his escape, he knocked a bucket of blue gunge off the ledge, which emptied its contents all over the unfortunate Poppy. The slime quickly enveloped her hair and splashed down the front of her blood orange wrap dress. Shocked at the unexpected onslaught, Poppy gasped as the cold slime oozed down her back. With a giggling Yasmin not hesitating to take a few extra photos of her messy sister, Poppy picked up a bucket of red gunge, meaning to throw it back at Matty in revenge.

In a desperate bid to stop her, Matty swiftly picked up a chocolate pie and before Poppy could react, threw it forcibly into the model's delightful face. The chocolate and pastry exploded all over her cheeks and sent her stumbling backwards into the cupboard. Collapsing to the floor, Poppy shuddered as the bucket of red gunge in her arms spilt all over her bare legs and the hemline of her dress. But to her even greater misfortune, with the flimsy cupboard wobbling behind her, another bucket of slime was sent flying and emptied its contents of dark purple gunge all over her head.

Mortified, as he watched the violet slime drip down Poppy's stunning golden blonde hair, Matty stammered, "Oh my, I'm ever so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear!" Seeing Yasmin, point and laugh at her poor sorry sister, Matty strove to make amends. Picking up a cherry cream pie, he took two steps towards the blonde teenage girl. Screaming, "Not the hair", in order to protect the rose, Yasmin had no time to react before Matty slammed it down over her face. Yasmin lent forward to prevent the cherry from dripping down on her dress as Matty let the cake tin fall to the floor. Relieved to find not a drop of cherry or cream upon her outfit, Yasmin turned around, only to find her sister holding a triple chocolate pie. "My turn", Poppy screeched, before Yasmin tried to remind her, "Remember, they won't think I'm an intern if my dress is a mess." "Well, they won't look down here", her sister taunted, lifting up the back of her dress. Holding Yasmin's skirt up in the air, Poppy smashed the chocolate pie into her behind, rubbing it up and down her previously white knickers. Pulling the skirt back down, Poppy turned to her sister and exclaimed, "See, nobody will ever know!" despite Matty standing fewer than three feet away.

In truth, Yasmin's dress was remarkably still clean. Poppy's on the other hand, was destroyed. Inspecting the damage, she seemed genuinely quite upset. Keen to atone for his error, Matty wailed, "You must take one of my dresses. Well Tori's, not mine." Holding the suit bag in the air, he exclaimed, "I was supposed to take these back to Tori, but you must have one, I insist." Poppy took the suit bag from Matty and began to quickly rifle through the outfits on display. Choosing a red, Forever 21, Sweet thing, tube dress, as well as a fresh pair of clean red panties, she handed the bag to Yasmin. Dabbing her face with a tissue, Yasmin suggested, "Why don't I take these to Tori? I'm pretty sure I know the way. Why don't you show my sister to the nearest toilet, so that she can quickly get cleaned up and changed? Then, you could even buy her some lunch too, if you would really like to apologise for making her such a mess."

Matty took a moment to consider the proposal. If Yasmin took the clothes to Tori, he wouldn't have to face his girlfriend's wrath for being so late. Plus, he could always blame the young blonde for getting lost instead. But then again, he didn't actually know where the nearest toilets were himself and he had already promised to have lunch with his girlfriend. But he did owe it to Poppy, it was his fault that she was covered in slime. Finally, having made a decision, Matty announced, "Great idea, I'll lead the way!"

Poppy handed Yasmin a couple of paper towels to help clean up her cherry stained face. Her backside and legs were still awash with chocolate, but Poppy was right, nobody could tell. As Matty and Poppy disappeared around the corner, Yasmin texted Penny the photo of Matty and Poppy kissing as well as a few funny ones of the messy aftermath for good measure. Slyly reaching into her panties to check that her hidden rose was still okay, Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief. Neither camera was damaged, so there wouldn't be hell to pay. Looking up, Yasmin blushed bright red as she caught Arjan staring at her with her hand under the inside of her dress. But Arjan was more concerned with the mess on the floor behind her. Highly vexed, Arjan tutted to himself and sighed as he turned around to fetch a mop. Sensing his frustration, Yasmin babbled, "Oh sorry about that", before disappearing off down the corridor in a desperate attempt to run away. Turning the corner, she suddenly realised that she didn't actually know where she was going, so she swiftly sent Penny another text, asking for the way.

Likewise, Matty didn't have a clue where he and Poppy were heading. But as luck would have it, round the very next corner they stumbled across a disabled toilet. Not wanting to be seen by anybody in such a sorry mess, Poppy decided to risk it and get changed in there. Turning to Matty, she asked, "Hey, could you run back and get me the two empty buckets, so that I can have a quick wash in the sink? I should only be a few minutes, I think."

Once Matty returned, Poppy stepped inside and tried the lock to the door, only to find that it needed to be fixed. "Hey Matty", she hissed through the door. "The lock's broken. Can you stand guard so that nobody disturbs me as I'm getting changed?" "You can count on me," replied the actor, meaning to be useful. Safely inside, Poppy peeled off her blood orange wrap dress. Wearing nothing but her slightly soiled bra and knickers she began to fill the two buckets up with warm water and checked herself out in the mirror.

Penny meanwhile made her excuses to Bill the moment that she received Yasmin's first text. Taking a moment to give the teenager rather vague directions to Tori's room, Penny speed off down the corridor in search of Poppy and Matty as fast as she could. Noticing the slightly wobbly shelf, she followed the gungey trail around the corner where she found Matty guarding the disabled toilet door. Remembering that the lock to the toilet had been broken for over a week, Penny decided to have a bit of fun.

"Hi Matty, thanks for looking after Poppy and Yasmin for me earlier, I take it everything went well?" "No problem. They were great, it was no problem at all", replied Matty, purposely leaving out the part where he spilt a bucket of gunge over Poppy. Continuing to tease him, Penny asked, "Hey, I don't suppose you know where two stray red buckets are? They seem to have gone missing from the shelf around the corner." "Oh, erm, sorry no idea", he lied, not wanting Penny to find out what had gone on. Seductively slipping her hand inside her t-shirt to take out a lipstick she was carrying in her bra, Penny made a show of dropping it down by Matty's feet. Trying to play the perfect gentleman, Matty bent forward to go pick it up. But no sooner had he done so, then Penny pushed passed him and opened wide the toilet door.

Matty turned around, trying to stop her, but by now it was far too late. Peering inside, he saw Poppy, dressed in just her lingerie, tip a bucket of lukewarm water over her perfect head. Shocked, as the door in front of her opened wide out onto the corridor, Poppy lost control of the bucket, spilling its entire contents all over her hair. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were in here", Penny lied, remarkably convincingly. Continuing, she exclaimed, "Oh no! What happened to you? Let me help you, I insist."

As Penny moved forwards, Matty took a step backwards whilst blinking, in a vain attempt to remove the seductive image of a dripping wet Poppy from his aching head. Deeply embarrassed, he slammed the door of the toilet shut, leaving the two women alone. Without asking, Penny picked up the second bucket of water and slowly tipped it over Poppy, taking care to wash away all the remaining gunge. Whispering to the model, she moaned, "Hey, I thought I told you not to let him out of your sight." "Sorry", Poppy replied, "we had an accident. Though it was mostly his fault, not mine." "Okay, don't worry, but be careful from now on", Penny replied in a hushed tone. Continuing, she added, "I've got the photos from Yasmin, everything with her seems to be going okay." Then as she began to wipe Poppy's arms and legs down with the paper towels, she added, "Do you think you could put up with him for a while longer? He seems rather taken by you, I must say." "We guilt tripped him into buying me lunch, which I'm more than happy with, as long as you keep your side of the bargain", Poppy replied, as Penny began to rub a towel down the small of her back.

"Don't worry, I will", replied Penny before surprising the blonde by slyly unhooking her bra. "What are you doing?" cried Poppy, desperately not wanting Matty to hear. "I see you've borrowed one of the new dresses from Matty. Clearly, it's strapless, so you won't be needing a bra." Then, to make matters worse, without warning, Penny tugged Poppy's knickers down to the floor. Comparing Poppy to Yasmin, Penny noted that the older sister, who possessed an hour glass figure, had much wider hips and far larger breasts. Before Poppy could react, her tormentor then shouted, "Matty, whatever you do, don't come inside, because Poppy is completely nude!"
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Wearing nothing but her pink satin night robe, Bea swooned as Arjan took her in his arms. Passionately kissing her as they embraced, Arjan told Bea that she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Savouring the moment, Bea seductively ran her fingers through her shimmering, chestnut brown hair. Swaying her hips, she playfully narrowed her shoulders, pushing together her breasts. Deep in ecstasy, the brunette teasingly began to untie her robe, before letting it float down gently to the floor. Posing naked before him, Bea stared fervidly into Arjan's eyes, giving herself to him completely. Continuing to rhapsodize over her heavenly figure, Arjan, glanced down at her perfect breasts. Placing his palm on her cheek, Arjan lent in to kiss the teen, when suddenly Bea accidentally kneed him in the groin once again.

"Bea, are you in there? Just what are you doing?" Shouted Penny, from outside the shower cubicle door. Shaken by the Penny's bark, Bea blinked twice, before awaking from her reverie. Water splashing down upon her naked chest, Bea wasn't kissing Arjan, but daydreaming alone, trying to wash herself clean. Glancing down at her youthful, blossoming body, she wished that the sweet nothings that she imagined Arjan whispering to her, dearly were the truth. In reality, her breasts were smaller than all her bandmates and she was eternally plagued by greasy skin. Sliding her hands down over her thighs, Bea reflected that Leanne eulogized over her curvy thighs. Anais often told her that she was jealous of her shapely, firm behind. But that wasn't enough, she wanted to be desired by a man she loved, not flattered by her friends. But how could Arjan lust after her, if her thighs were covered in slime!

Wiping away the last slithers of melted chocolate from the small of her back, Bea wondered why even in her own daydream, she would sabotage her long-desired moment of intimacy, for kneeing her crush where it hurt. Perhaps she was gaining revenge for him sliming her earlier. Perhaps it was her subconscious warning her to stay well clear. Nevertheless, in her dream states, at least she'd been able to untie her robe. Six months previously, she'd tried to seduce a guy she liked with the same technique, only to ty the string into a large knot. Her date had had to cut her free, ever so slightly killing the mood. They'd still had sex of course, but she never saw him again.

"Come on! How much cleaner can you get?" Penny bellowed, frustrated by the lack of response. "Oh no, it's alright, Anais told me I'd have at least ten minutes to get clean." Bea patiently explained as water continued to pour down over her face. Penny sighed at the teenager's sheer stupidity. "Of course, she would say that, she wants you to take as long as possible. Remember if three contestants don't win the game within the next hour, she avoids the gunge! You've wasted enough time now already, hurry up!" "Oh yeah", gushed Bea, thoroughly embarrassed with herself. Though at least she had very much enjoyed her time alone.

"I've found you a fresh pair of bralette and boy shorts", Penny added, increasingly annoyed. This news was not music to Bea's ears. She'd felt so vulnerable on stage, exposing herself to the crowd. But by joining Dazzle that was what she had signed up to, the music industry was highly sexualised after all. Their songs were terrible she knew that, they needed another way to stand out in the crowd. Furthermore, she had fully captured every man's attention. Nobody had eyes for Anais as they walked together through the crowd. Anais was seething with jealousy, it was such great fun to watch her flush bright red with envy, as she grew increasingly indignant and piqued.

Taking on board her co-conspirators' words of warning, Bea hurriedly turned off the shower and pushed open the cubicle door into the unsuspecting Penny's perfectly toned midriff. Slightly petrified at having irritated the growling Penny further, Bea hopelessly flailed around looking for her towel. Droplets of water splashed down her cheeks and onto her breasts. She hoped that Penny didn't noticed that her nipples were hard. Realising that Penny held her light blue cotton towel, Bea reached out to take it, only to lose her footing as Penny viciously snatched it away. Holding onto the side of the shower cubicle door to avoid falling over, Bea accidentally swung her hips against Penny's legs.

Still refusing to give Bea her towel, Penny grew increasingly frustrated at Bea's clumsiness as the brunette accidentally brushed her behind against her hips. Cruelly twisting the teenager's left nipple, Penny raged, "I need you to carefully listen. So I'm not giving you back your towel, until I'm certain that you've heard every word that I'm about to say."

Fiercely staring at the teenager's bare breasts, Penny reflected that Bea was the fifth young lady, alongside Tori, Mia, Yasmin and Poppy, that she had had the pleasure of gawking at naked already today. Though of course, Bianca, in the costume department, must have it every day. As it was however, it all seemed rather surreal. Penny sure had a knack for getting pretty girls to strip off in front of her. She sure wished she could do the same with men. She could flirt with the best of them. But losers like Rufus and Matty simply just weren't her type. For some unknown reason, every man she truly liked seemed impervious to her charms.

Clearly the most athletic of the five women, Penny figured that Bea's thighs could not be topped. Mia's behind was probably the cutest and evidently Poppy, the lingerie model, had by the largest, firmest breasts. Yet it was Bea who carried the most sex appeal, which was something of a surprise, for such a slight young girl. But who was Penny to argue, she'd seen the way Arjan looked at her, desiring her in every way. Penny reflect that it was her fault that Arjan was no longer chasing after Bonnie, and regardless of whether her sister was plotting against her, she felt that she had to make amends. Having a pang of conscience, Penny almost regretted asking Yasmin to trick Bonnie into criticising Arjan. But perhaps if she could air her frustrations about him, then the couple could start again fresh. But first she had to deal with Bea and her stupid teenage crush. She didn't want the youngster getting in the way.

Certain that she finally had Bea's undivided attention, Penny exclaimed, "I've got another victim for you, but you've got to behave." "Who is it?" Bea asked, both excited and intrigued. "It's Arjan. My sister's in a mood with him and wants her revenge. Now, I know you like him, but you've got to back off." "What? Does he already have a girlfriend?" asked Bea. "No, but still, his heart is somewhere else. Look, I need you to put your feelings aside for a moment. You and he is never going to happen, okay! Anyway, remember, we need him to win if we want to gunge Anais. I've written three fairly simple questions, but they're not too obvious to arise any suspicions. If he struggles with any of the answers, be prepared to help him, but whatever you do don't get caught. But most important of all, stop flirting with him, or you'll have hell to pay."

Listening intently, Bea was delighted to have the opportunity to slime Arjan and gain her revenge. But who was Penny to tell her, who she could and couldn't flirt with? If Arjan was single, he was fair game. Perhaps Penny secretly fancied him too and was jealous of her. Smiling at the thought that Arjan preferred her over Penny, Bea sighed and slipped her hand down to her waist. Unimpressed, with the teenager, Penny simply threw the blue towel over her face. Blinded and flustered by the towel, Bea pirouetted before walking straight back into the shower cubicle from where she came. Groping the wall, she accidentally turned the shower back on, causing water to cascade down upon her, knocking the towel down to her feet. Brushing up against the temperature gauge, she turned the water to its coldest setting, causing her to scream as the freezing water slapped against her face.

Minutes later, a freshly clean Bea joined Anais as she strode down the corridor backstage. Her striking pink boy shorts exceedingly tight, the curves of Bea's behind were on glorious display. As the cameraman zoomed in on Bea's chest, she felt that her breasts were on the verge of escaping from her extremely snug, ill-fitting bralette. As the camera began to pan down over Anais, the French girl fretted that her taut, flat stomach was briefly visible through the gap in the lace of her light blue, hollow out, sleeveless dress. But at least Anais could fall back on the consolation that whilst she looked classy, semi-naked Bea looked horribly out of place.

Turning the corner, Anais began to push a trolley filled with buckets of slime and a selection of cream and custard pies. Talking to camera, Bea began, "You join us, just as we are on the lookout for our second victim. But don't worry audience, our next unlucky victim is a well-loved member of the backstage crew." Spotting their victim, a wide smile spread across Anais' graceful face. Leaving the trolley behind, she approached her stooge, enquiring, "Hi there. Are you Arjan, by any chance?" "I sure am. Would you like any help?" Came the more than courteous reply. Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, Bea tiptoed up behind him and emptied a bucket of red slime over his handsome head. Giggling as she covered her crush in the red gunge, Bea accidentally spilt the last few dregs of the slime down her own chest.

"What on earth?" cried Arjan as he ran his fingers through his hair, unwittingly flicking as he did so, specks of gunge over Bea's pristine fringe. Caught by surprise, he turned around to meet his conqueror, only to accidentally press his chest into Bea's tingling breasts. Their bodies touched for only a matter of seconds, yet Arjan was horrified to feel the firmness of Bea's nipples up against his chest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to barge into you", he began, before realising that they were being filmed.

Keen to break the awkwardness, Anais continued, "Arjan, you are our second victim and have been nominated by a close friend." "Wait, what? By who?" Arjan asked, confused about who he could possibly have hurt or offended.

"Well, let me read out their text", began Bea, holding a cue card out in front of her, before announcing "Hey, it's Bonnie here from the backstage crew. I would love you to gunge Arjan, one of my co-workers. He's always late and leaves puddles of mess behind him wherever he goes. I'm always having to clean up after him. Plus, he really smells, is incredibly lazy and has a big knobbly nose. He really deserves to be gunged, don't you agree?" Meaning to tease the guy she fancied, Bea added the part about Arjan smelling and having a large nose. In fact, she found his nose rather cute, but she wanted Arjan to believe Bonnie was being hurtfully rude. Clearly, Bonnie was her competition, it wouldn't hurt to besmirch her rival by portraying her as curt and unnecessarily uncouth.

Arjan couldn't believe it. He knew that Bonnie was being rather standoffish with him recently, but their issues couldn't be solved over a bucket of slime. Her feelings for him ran far deeper than that, or at least, he genuinely thought they did. Such a petty bucket of slime was surely beneath her. Plus that text didn't really sound like something she would say. Plus, he didn't smell, did he? His nose wasn't big. Perhaps Bonnie was teasing him. Perhaps this was a sign that he had been forgiven. But if she had just seen him rub up closely against Bea that was hardly going to help. But most jarringly, he'd never been called lazy before, that jibe really hurt.

Continuing, Anais asked, "So Arjan, would you like your revenge?" "You bet", he replied, as he wiped gunge off his brow and flicked it at the irrepressible Bea in return. "Great", exclaimed Anais. "All you have to do is answer three simple questions. Get two right and you can gunge Bea. Get all three correct and you can gunge Bonnie as well. Remember for every question you get right, you also get to pie Bea in the face. But be warned, get one wrong and Bea will pie you instead." Already, Anais was getting bored of repeatedly reading out the rules, which all seemed fairly pointless as Arjan had been standing next to her, when she had read them out in the first place.

Bea picked up a caramel cream pie and smiled at Arjan, who upset by Bonnie's hurtful comments, smiled back, almost tempted to flirt. The teenager was really pretty and smelt like she'd just had a shower, which almost tempted him to stray.

Anais meanwhile, cleared her throat and began, "First question. Cairo is the capital of which African country?" Arjan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew this, it was obvious. "Why Egypt of course", he smirked and before even waiting for Anais to confirm his answer, stole the pie off Bea and slammed it into her exceedingly pretty face. Posing for the camera, Arjan began to wrap the pie crust around her face. Trapping her fringe against her forehead, Arjan smudged the caramel into Bea's temples before scraping the crust down to her chin. Finishing her torment, he allowed what remained of the pie to crumble in his hands and splatter down onto her chest. Poor Bea was less than pleased. If that was his way of saying he liked her, it all seemed very strange. Nevertheless, she cheerfully picked up a custard pie and awaited the second question.

Anais smiled at her poor friend before continuing, "Awesome job Arjan, very well done indeed. Now, how many loaves of bread are in a baker's dozen?" This time, Arjan was not so sure. It would be too obvious to be twelve, unless this was a trick question. It depended on who had written it. If it was Penny, it could well be. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Bea mouth thirteen. Was she trying to trick him, to gain her revenge? Surely, she didn't want to be pied again did she? Gambling, Arjan decided to call Bea's bluff. "Gosh, I'm not certain, but is it thirteen?" Arjan closed his eyes, regretting his decision and waited in anticipation for the slap of cool custard against his majestic face.

But instead, he heard Anais cry out, "Correct." Surprised, yet relieved, Arjan snatched the pie from Bea and slammed it onto the top of her lovely head of hair. Breaking the pie in two he dragged each half down opposite sides of her face, covering her in the thick, runny custard. Being an expert in throwing pies, he could ensure total devastation and maximum coverage as Bea's beautiful eyes disappeared behind the copious layers of custard and cream.

Trying not to laugh, Anais continued, "Well done. Now since that's two questions right, here is the first part of your prize." Anais handed Arjan a bucket of melted chocolate and he more than willingly tipped it down over Bea's face and chest. The runny liquid began to pool between the poor teenager's breasts, a point which the cameraman quickly spotted before swiftly zooming in. Spluttering, Bea coughed as she swallowed a mouthful of chocolate down the wrong way.

"Right final question", sniggered Anais. "Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?" Arjan smirked. This question was unbelievably easy. Surely Penny couldn't have written it, she would have wanted to see him squirm. "Oh, that's William Shakespeare of course!" he shouted in glee. This time, instead of taking the chocolate pie from Bea's grasp, he strode over to the table and picked up two shaving cream pies. Standing behind her, Arjan then obliterated the lovely brunette with a humongous pie sandwich. Twisting her hair all over her face, he whispered, "Thanks for helping me earlier Bea, you're a star!" before accidentally kneeing her in her behind. Barely able to hear him beneath the thick layer of shaving cream, Bea glowed as Arjan complemented her before fulfilling her innermost desires with his tender brush against her skin.

Oblivious to his clumsiness, Arjan continued to wipe the pies over every orifice of the poor teenager's face. Not content until every single inch of her skin disappeared, he cupped his hand against the back of her head, before pushing her forward into the chocolate pie in her hands. "That will teach you for sliming me!" he joked, as Bea grew utterly confused by his mixed messages.

Anais then turned to the victor and began, "Amazing stuff there Arjan. For your prize, we will now go gunge Bonnie. But apparently, nobody is entirely sure where she currently is. So to make it up to you, would you like to gunge Bea one final time instead?" "With pleasure", Arjan beamed before picking up a bucket of purple gunge and tipping it over her head. With the slime continuing to dribble down her fringe and onto her chin, Bea wiped the cream and custard from her eyes and bravely ended the link. "Arjan here is the first contestant to win our game, a big well done to him. Remember if three contestants beat the quiz, in just over half an hour's time, Anais will take a trip into the dunk tank. So, guys, keeping texting, or otherwise, our next victim, might well be you instead." No sooner had the teenager finished speaking then Anais and Arjan together each tipped a bucket of cold water over her poor, pretty head. Screaming, Bea slipped to her knees.

Rushing to help pick her up, Arjan gasped, "Are you okay?" "I am now!" retorted Bea as she felt his warm hands glide over her shoulders as he wrenched her up off the floor. Turning to Arjan, Bea continued, "I can't believe Bonnie would be ever so mean to you. She always seems quite stuck up to me. If anything, she has the big nose, not you!" Suddenly, Arjan relaxed his grip on Bea's shoulders, causing the teenager to slip back onto the floor. "Hey, Bonnie's not stuck up. I'm sure she had her reasons, there's no need to be rude", replied Arjan in his friend's defence. Bea screamed as Anais tipped yet another bucket of cold water down the back of her head. Arjan, then spotted Bea's cue card which she had dropped to the floor. Picking it up, he read through his nomination again. There was no mention of his big nose or the fact that he smelt. He knew Bonnie would never tease him like that. Something was up. No doubt Penny was somehow involved. Nevertheless, it was Bea who had just insulted both himself and poor Bonnie. He wouldn't let the young teenager get away with that later in the show. Not noticing Arjan pick up the cue card, Bea gingerly got back to her feet. Heading towards the showers, Bea intended this time to take only two minutes to wash herself clean.
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Back in Tori's changing room, Bonnie helped Mia tie on her yellow string bikini, tying it loosely around her thigh. The taller by two and a half inches, Bonnie kept up her pretence of acting like her sister Penny by waving Mia's bikini top above her head, causing the youngster to try to jump up and catch it, only for Bonnie to cruelly snatch it away. Watching the teenager's breasts bounce as she leapt, there was no doubt in Bonnie's mind who was now in charge. Mia may have had her handcuffed to the clothes stand. She may have tried to boss her around and tell her what to do. But unless she stopped being negative about everything, Bonnie wouldn't let Mia have anything to cover her breasts.

Eventually, Bonnie instructed Mia to turn around and she loosely tied the bikini top around her chest. Tickling the cute brunette on the small of her back, Bonnie slapped Mia on the bum, before promising to join her and Tori in the Jacuzzi once she'd finished. Slipping down into the Jacuzzi to Tori's left, Mia giggled as the raven-haired beauty splashed a handful of water into her face. A few moments later, Bonnie, wearing a blue tied bikini, tiptoed into the bathroom, carrying a large chocolate torte. "Hey put that down, that's my lunch", cried Tori, in exasperation. "Really? I thought with your figure, you never ate dessert!" replied Bonnie, only half joking. "Well, I ordered it for Matty really. It's his favourite", Tori explained. Pausing for a moment, she continued, "I wonder where he's got to. He normally sends me an apologetic text if he's going to be late. If he doesn't come back soon, you'll have to try and squeeze into my dress!"

Bonnie ignored the latest unintentional insult and carefully lowered herself into the Jacuzzi to Tori's right. Finally, ready to strike, Bonnie began, "You really ought not to have called me fat earlier; I think you deserve your just deserts." As Tori cowered, Bonnie put her left arm around her shoulders and arched her right arm back, ready to smash the torte into Tori's bewitching face. Suddenly, Mia reached behind her, grabbed a bottle of shower wash and threw its contents all over Bonnie's face. Caught by complete and utter surprise, Bonnie simply gaped as the gel cascaded down over her luscious brown hair. The shower wash streaming down her face, Bonnie was momentarily blinded, giving Tori the chance to snatch the torte from her and smash it unswervingly over the brunette's shocked gel smothered face. The chocolate exploded over her cheeks and stuck to the tip of her nose. The base of the torte clung onto her chin before crumbling down almost apologetically over her heaving, disbelieving chest. "That's what you get for slapping me on my bum", Mia teased.

As Bonnie wiped the chocolate from her eyes, Tori scooped up what remained of the torte from the bottom of the Jacuzzi and upturned it over Bonnie's hair. Scraping it into the brunette's fringe, Mia taunted, "Goodness, brown really is your colour, you look superb!" Wiping the last of the chocolate and gel from her eyes, Bonnie cried, "I'll get you back, just you wait." As the brunette jumped out of the Jacuzzi and ran into Tori's changing room, Mia and Tori high fived before nervously awaiting her return.

Sauntering back rather casually, Bonnie slid down next to Mia with her left arm behind her back. Teasingly, Bonnie stroked the teenager's hair, brushing a stray hair from off her nose before gently kissing her on the cheek. Bemused, Mia turned towards her only for Bonnie to squirt a bottle of toffee sauce all over the teenager's cheeks. The spray continued with Mia desperately holding her hands up to her face in defence. Pointing towards Mia's bikini, Bonnie motioned for Tori to untie it from her chest.

Glad to avoid being Bonnie's chosen victim, Tori did as the playful brunette so wished. Swiftly untying Mia's loose bikini, Tori threw it into the nearby sink. Upping the mischief, Tori then held Mia's hands down by her sides, allowing Bonnie to continue to spray the toffee sauce all over her breasts. "Well toffee certainly is your colour Mia", Bonnie chortled in jest.

With Mia's hands still held down by her side, Bonnie squirted another handful of shower gel into her palms before massaging it all over Mia's flowing hair. "As you can see", began Bonnie, "My sister would not end your torment here, so I'm afraid the torture must continue." Bonnie then squirted out another handful of gel and began to smoother it all over Mia's right breast. Mia looked down at her chest for only a few seconds as she felt the tickle of Bonnie's fingers against her bare skin. This lost moment of concentration gave Bonnie enough time to reach round behind her and empty the entire contents of a bottle of talcum powder over the poor unlucky girl's head. "Actually, I think you look much better dressed in white", Bonnie teased as Mia's entire upper body, turned ghostly pale. Not yet content, Bonnie opened a bottle of conditioner and emptied it over Mia's spectral hair. Keen to join in, Tori leant backwards and picked up a bottle of mouth wash, which she hastily emptied over poor Mia's face. Drenched and humiliated, Mia could at least take solace that the mouthwash washed some of the irritating talcum powder away.

With Tori's grip relaxed, Mia finally decided to fight back. As her captor turned her shoulder to throw the bottle of mouth wash away, Mia splashed the raven-haired teenager up the left side of her chest. Retaliating, Tori splashed back twice as hard, catching both Mia and Bonnie fully in the face. In response, with great force, Bonnie slammed both her arms into the Jacuzzi causing what seemed like half the bath's contents to rain down over Mia. Tori, in contrast, cleverly managed to just dive out of the way. Enjoying her friend's cruel misfortune, Tori laughed and pointed at Mia as the brunette scrunched up her nose in despair.

In response, Mia took hold of the back of Tori's head and slammed it under the surface of the water. A few seconds later, Mia allowed Tori to draw a quick breath before slamming her face fully under once again. Bonnie meanwhile took advantage of Mia's moment of retribution by lowering her hands to the brunette's thighs. Sneakily, she began to untie Mia's bikini bottoms as Tori wiped her soaking wet hair against the brunette's bare chest. Pushing Tori away, Mia turned towards Bonnie and screeched "Hey!" Thinking quickly, Tori began to untie the other side of Mia's bikini before in one fell swoop, she whipped the front half of Mia's bikini bottoms away. Reaching up to stop her, Mia slightly rose off the bottom of the bath, enabling Tori to steal the bottom half of her bikini too.

Completely naked, Mia giggled and simply awaited her fate. Tori cheekily began to tickle Mia's left nipple whilst Bonnie placed both her hands on the nude girls' shoulders and dunked her under the surface of the Jacuzzi. Giving her enough time to catch her breath, Bonnie repeated the dunking another three times, until most of the talcum powder covering her bare skin had been washed away. Tori meanwhile squirted a handful of shaving foam onto her right palm. As Bonnie raised Mia out from the water for the fourth and final time, Tori smothered the foam all over Mia's radiant, soaking face. Joining in, Bonnie began to coat the teenager's breasts with the foam, before announcing, "Wow, I doubt even Penny would have ever dared to do all this! Thanks for being such a great sport Mia, I think we're ready for anything now, don't you agree?" Mia splashed wildly back at Bonnie when suddenly there was a loud knock on Tori's dressing room door. "Finally, he's back", panted Tori, only to be perplexed when female voice called her name. "Tori, are you there?" shouted Yasmin, having finally found her way to Tori's room.

The poor blonde, like Matty, had become confused by Penny's obscure directions and had likewise walked out of backstage. Again, as with Matty, Rufus, initially pretending not to recognise her, refused to let her back in. "But I'm a member of the costume department", she complained, flashing her all access pass to the twenty-year-old guard. Taking one look at it, Rufus replied, "We both know you're not. For a start this pass says you're a guest of the show, you can't work here too." Looking Yasmin up and down he continued, "I must say you look rather hot today Yasmin, though I do prefer it when you don't wear any clothes."

Humiliated, the poor teenager blushed. It was now beyond doubt, he had remembered her from before. Following a few moment's awkward silence, Yasmin then caught him staring at her chest. Following his eyes, she glanced down at her breasts, before suddenly realising that since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples must be visible through the thin material of the dress. Unashamed at Yasmin catching his perverted gaze, Rufus began to bargain with the blonde. "I haven't seen your boyfriend yet, I guess he mustn't be here with you today. Tell you what; if you kiss me, I'll let you back in."

Yasmin was horrified, but what choice did she have? She had to get these clothes to Tori, before Matty suspected a thing. Eyeing him closely, Yasmin noticed the wet, brown patch around his crotch. Sensing Yasmin spot his unfortunate accident, Rufus scowled as she bent forward to kiss him on the cheek. Feeling greedy, without warning, he swiftly snogged her on the lips. Disgusted, worse was to follow for Yasmin who felt his grubby hands slide down the small of her back and push her up close against his chest. Feeling the wicked man's heartbeat against her breasts, Yasmin pushed him backwards as he attempted to stroke her pert behind.

Falling backwards, Rufus crumpled into a heap on the floor. Like clockwork, Bill approached, pushing another trolley leaden with manure and purposely ran over the security guard's left hand. "Oh sorry, didn't see you there", he lied, before reversing the trolley over Rufus' other hand instead. Checking to see that plucky Yasmin was alright, Bill picked up a bucket of manure and was about to pour it over Rufus, when the security guard called out, "Hey! Do that and you'll get fired; you wouldn't dare." In response, Bill turned to Yasmin and asked, "Would you like to do the honours instead?" Gleefully, Yasmin took hold of the bucket and upturned it over Rufus' dishevelled, grimacing head. Laughing, Bill picked up the mop and dipped it into a second bucket of manure, before wiping it all over Rufus' face and his chest. Pushing the trolley over Rufus' hand one final time, Bill turned to Yasmin and remarked, "Don't worry about him, he's a jerk. Come on, I'll let you in."

Accepting Bill's invitation backstage, Yasmin felt safe in the knowledge that by wearing the rose, she'd recorded the entire incident. Once she had showed it to Parvati, Rufus wouldn't bother her ever again. Walking aside Bill, she asked him, "Oh could I ask you another favour? It's about Bea"

Back outside Tori's room, Yasmin heard the presenter shout, "Who is it?" in a decidedly panicked tone. "It's Yasmin from the costume department. I'm one of the new interns", the blonde lied, with surprising ease. No longer splashing Bonnie, Mia paused. The girl's voice had sounded eerily familiar, what was Yasmin doing here? Yasmin knew nothing about clothes, she always just copied her sister. There was no way that she was the new intern. She would have bragged about it on Twitter for sure. Similarly, Bonnie sat up bemused. She hadn't heard of any new interns either, perhaps she had started today. Impatient at their lack of response, Yasmin continued, "I've got the clothes for Bonnie, Matty sent me here." Breathing a sigh of relief, satisfied by Yasmin's response, Tori jumped up out the Jacuzzi and wrapped a towel around her waist.

Running to her dressing room door, Tori opened it slightly, before trying to snatch the suit bag off the intern and close the door in her face. But Yasmin was persistent and pushed passed the presenter instead. Stepping into Tori's room, Yasmin looked around her, searching for Bonnie with intent. "Hey, where's Bonnie, I was told she'd be here", she complained.

As the door to the bathroom swung back open slightly, Bonnie remembered that Mia wasn't supposed to be here with them. Trying to hide her, she grabbed Mia by the back of her hair and shoved her under the surface of the water. The splash, inevitably drew Yasmin's attention and she spotted Bonnie, though not Mia, through the crack in the door. Frustrated with herself for the idiotic idea, Bonnie shouted, "I'll be out in a minute. I'm just washing my hair." Stepping in front of Yasmin, Tori then purposely closed the bathroom door, allowing Mia to draw a much-needed breath. Turning towards Bonnie, she whispered "Well that was stupid", before splashing the brunette in the face. "So was that", complained Bonnie, splashing Mia in return.

Hearing the commotion from the other side of the door, Tori explained, "She's a messy bather", before adding, "You can just leave the clothes here if you like, we don't need any help getting changed." Not to be outwitted, Yasmin replied, "But Bianca insisted that I help you. She'll get suspicious if I return too soon. Please, let me help you both choose a dress."

In the bathroom, Bonnie began to lift herself out of the Jacuzzi. "What are you doing?" asked Mia. "Aren't you supposed to be washing your hair?" Before Bonnie could stop her, Mia took hold of the shower head and sprayed the cool water straight into the brunette's alluring face. Spluttering, Bonnie eased herself back down and wrestled the shower head off Mia. Returning the spray of water with even greater vigour, Bonnie continued to spray Mia even once she had jumped out of the Jacuzzi. With an even bigger target to aim at, Bonnie aimed the spray at Mia's back and bum, before Mia rather awkwardly slipped over onto her face. Wiggling her bum in the air, Mia put her thumb up to indicate that she was okay. Bonnie replied with an ironic "Shh", before finally putting the shower head away.

Hearing the commotion get louder and louder, Yasmin, ever suspicious, remarked, "Maybe I should go in there and check that everything is okay?" Keen to locate Bonnie, Yasmin continued, "Maybe, if there's a mess, I could help clean it up too if you like." "No wait, there's already a mess over here", announced Tori, desperately trying to get the young teenager to go away. Before Yasmin could stop her, Tori emptied a carton of cream over the back of her head. Yasmin screeched as the cream dribbled down her back and down over her hair. But looking in the mirror, she was relieved to find that the hidden camera rose was still okay.
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Back in the control room, Parvati finally allowed herself to smile. Anais and Bea weren't doing too bad a job filling in for Aiko; the audience seemed to love them. Yes, they'd made an absolute mess backstage, but at least they hadn't got cow manure everywhere, unlike Penny, Bill and Arjan. Anais was a natural in front of the camera, whilst Bea took her continuous humiliations like a trooper. Even Parvati had to admit that it was pretty funny when Arjan had a bucket of gunge tipped over his head. He had thrown an uproarious strop when he was slimed and didn't seem to take too kindly to being set up by Bonnie, of all people. Furthermore, he was in a vile mood about having to clean up after Yasmin, who had apparently knocked over an entire shelf of gunge onto the floor. Penny was supposed to be looking after the two troublesome sisters, not him. He was already busy enough as it was.

Just as Parvati was wondering who Bea and Anais' next victim would be, she spotted Penny rush hurriedly past the control room door. Keen to gain her attention, Parvati shouted, "Hey, Penny, where are my neighbours, you're supposed to be looking after them!" Feeling hassled and annoyed, the conniving blonde stopped dead in her tracks and turned round. Carefully and ruefully, she replied, "They're having lunch with Bea's boyfriend in the canteen. As we're so busy, I decided to skip lunch." Parvati, nodded, impressed at Penny's dedication to her job. "Oh, alright then. Don't leave them alone too long, they've already made a mess in the corridor, Arjan's not too impressed. Hey, could you do me another favour? We're short of hands in the kitchen. I foolishly asked our head chef to help with the clean-up of the manure on stage. Of course, she now can't get the vile stench out of her hands. As you're practically the only one of us left not to sift through the muck, could you quickly prepare Tori's lunch and take it over to her? She already has her dessert. It shouldn't take too long, plus if you could coax her out of her room, I would be very much obliged."

Penny thought for a moment. Fixing Tori's lunch would be excessively demeaning. She'd hated being a waitress as a student and hadn't lasted in the job two months. But if it meant doing Parvati a favour, this would stand her in great stead for the promotion. Plus, if she refused, Parvati would probably make her help clean up the studio instead. "Of course, you can count on me!" beamed Penny as she turned around and headed for the canteen.

Reaching her destination, Penny found the note containing Tori's order pinned up against the fridge. Inevitably, the stick thin actress had only ordered a salad. Gleefully, Penny picked up a bottle of hot chili powder and emptied it all over the lettuce, cucumber, olives and tomatoes that she haphazardly threw onto a plate. Giving the bottle another shake, Penny spied Poppy and Matty sitting down together at a table on the far side of the canteen.

Matty was just slurping on his smoothie when he remembered that he was supposed to be eating lunch with his girlfriend. But he'd already sat down with Poppy now, he could always take Tori out for dinner later in the evening. He thought about maybe sitting down for two lunches, but the full English breakfasts in front of both of them looked both delicious and pretty filling.

Poppy, like Tori, also wanted to watch her figure. But the bacon and eggs that sat before her had been too appetising to resist. She'd have to go to the gym tomorrow, but it would be worth it, the sausages looked immense. Looking straight at her companion, she began, "Thanks for being the perfect gentleman earlier with me Matty. I don't blame you for Penny walking in on me. It was my mistake for choosing to use a toilet with a faulty lock, not yours."

Still embarrassed from before, Matty replied, "Why thank you Poppy, though I do still blame myself all the same. I didn't mean to stare at you, I was so dreadfully rude." Poppy laughed before continuing, "Don't worry, thousands of men have probably seen me in my underwear; I am a lingerie model after all!"

Sensing that Matty was now on the defensive, Poppy decided it was the perfect time to begin his interrogation. "So, I don't suppose you heard anything about a plot to gunge Aiko, have you? My sister thought she heard one of the backstage crew talking about it." Whilst cutting a sausage in half, Matty replied, "No, I don't think so. Though I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone else has already been gunged, I would be surprised if she wasn't." Trying to push him further, Poppy inquired, "She deserves it, after what she did to Tori earlier. I bet Tori is keen to wreak her revenge." "Oh yes, I heard about that. Aiko obliterated her. Tori will be first in line to pour a bucket of gunge over her head, I'm sure. In fact, if there is a plot, Tori will definitely be involved", Matty joked in reply.

Poppy paused for a moment. She hadn't fully believed Penny earlier when she talked about this plot to gunge Aiko. But Matty was right, this was a gunge gameshow, Aiko would be nae to expect to escape away clean at the end of the show. Plus, Poppy had seen how Aiko had delighted in pieing Tori earlier, perhaps Penny was telling the truth after all. Yet, she doubted that Matty was involved, even if Tori had a perfectly good reason to join in the plot. Taking pity on the young actor, she considered warning him about Yasmin's spying mission. But Penny was right, if Aiko flounced off set after being gunged, the whole show could be in jeopardy. Everything Parvati had ever worked for, could be for nought. So instead of warning Matty, Poppy decided to give Yasmin more time and continue to delay him. She might even have a dessert!

Matty meanwhile picked up a bottle of ketchup. Trying to impress Poppy, he nonchalantly flicked the lid open with his thumb. But not looking at what he was doing, he pressed down too hard against the side of the bottle and sprayed an ample dollop of tomato sauce all over Poppy's, cute, unsuspecting, dazzling face. Shrieking, Poppy decided that there was no chance of her warning him now. As the ketchup dripped off her nose and onto her tightly fitting red tube dress, Poppy picked up a bottle of brown sauce and purposely aimed it at Matty's face. Spraying it all over his cheeks as the teen tried to defend himself, Poppy cackled, "Oh sorry, my mistake!"

Emboldened, Matty threw his strawberry smoothie all over Poppy's hair and laughed as the thick pink liquid swamped down over her shoulders and inside her expensive designer dress. Keen to respond, Poppy slicked back her hair and picked up her glass of water. Pausing for a moment as strawberry smoothie continued to drip down onto her cheeks, Poppy battered away the actor's arms and threw the cool liquid directly at his chest. The water seeped through his thin shirt, causing it to stick to his skin. No longer the bashful, bumbling gentleman, Matty spied the peaks of Poppy's breasts as they peaked out from the very top of her now pink stained tube dress. Picking up a handful of scrambled egg, he lobbed the greasy yellow mush straight at Poppy's chest. Poor Poppy could only watch and squeal as the slimy egg slid down inside her top and over her heaving, impressive breasts.

Scraping out a dollop of scrambled egg trapped in her cleavage, the model was just about to launch a rasher of bacon at her adversary when she spied Anais and Bea march boldly into view, dragging behind them a trolley filled with an array of buckets and desserts. Noticing Poppy hesitate, Matty splatted his hash brown against Poppy's nose and wiped it all over her cheeks. Sitting back to enjoy the view, Matty was oblivious as Bea tipped a bucket of dark blue gunge all over the back of his head. Ecstatic, Poppy burst out laughing as Bea announced, "Matty, I hope you loved our revenge! You've been nominated to be gunged by your girlfriend, apparently you've been far from a perfect gent."

Wiping the gunge from his eyes as Poppy quietly cheered, Matty turned around shocked and confused. In a high shrill voice, Anais gaily read out the incriminating text. "Hey, it's Tori here. I would love it if you could gunge my boyfriend Matty for flirting with Penny. He so deserves to be slimed!" As Matty looked on aghast, Bea enquired, "So Matty, what do you have to say?" "Wait, what, you're mistaken. I've never flirted with Penny, Tori knows I would never cheat on her. I don't know what to say!" Matty frantically gabbled in reply. "Well that may be", began Bea, once again dressed in a fresh pair of bralette and boy shorts. "But we've just seen you flirting with this pretty blonde. So, I reckon Tori is right to be suspicious."

Suddenly, Bea picked a giant key lime pie and thrust it into the unsuspecting Poppy's face. Rubbing it up over her hair and down again over her cheeks, Bea cajoled, "That's what you get for flirting with another lady's gent." This time, it was Matty's turn to laugh at Poppy until Anais' piercing eyes met his with an icy stare. Having caught his attention, Anais continued, "Now Matty, I hope you've been watching, because it's now time you gained your slimy revenge."

Anais quickly ran through the rules once more, before Poppy, out for revenge, enquired, "Excuse me, do you mind if I throw the pies?" "I don't see why not", replied Anais as Poppy stood up and elbowed a disappointed looking Bea out of the way. As Poppy picked up a shaving cream pie, Anais began to ask the first question. "So Matty, what colour comes between blue and green in the colour spectrum?"

Matty, like his girlfriend Bea, was hardly the smartest pea in the pod. Taking a moment to consider the question, what with not having a clue what the word spectrum meant, he suddenly remembered that blue and yellow together made green. "Oh green, I think", he guessed, whilst cowering in his chair. Thankfully he needn't have worried, as without even waiting for confirmation from Anais, Poppy hurled the shaving cream pie straight into a grumpy looking Bea's pristine face. Taking care to smooth the cream out over every inch of Bea's chin and cheeks, Poppy picked up a caramel cream pie and waited for Anais to continue once again.

Just on cue, Anais inquired, "Next question, what is the chemical symbol for water?" Yet again, Matty had no idea. He'd flunked science at school as he'd already started acting in commercials by his mid-teens. Naively expecting to become a huge star, he hadn't thought it necessary to bother revising for his GCSEs. Oh, how he regretted that decision today. A few seconds passed and he realised that they were all impatiently waiting for his answer. Suddenly he remembered the name of the water sports company from which he'd bought a surf board and wetsuit from just last week. Having a stab in the dark, he mumbled, "Is it H2O?"

Bea sighed and shook her head. The actor was clearly incredibly thick. With glee, Poppy wrapped the caramel cream pie around Bea's long brown hair, smudging it into her face. Enjoying herself, Poppy didn't need Anais to remind her to gunge Bea as well. Poppy cruelly twisted the teenager around and poured a bucket of melted chocolate all over her heaving chest. The bralette sagged as the chocolate began to fill inside, revealing an even greater proportion of Bea's small, but perfect, shapely breasts. Putting the bucket down, Poppy ran her finger over the curves of the brunette's chest. Licking her finger, Poppy smiled as she elbowed poor Bea in the ribs.

"Final question", Anais announced, whilst trying to maintain a straight face. "What is five times ten?" "Oh, come on", Bea screamed in annoyance as Matty once again took far too long to consider the obvious reply. Counting on his fingers, Matty rolled his eyes once he hit upon the answer. "Why fifty of course", he smirked, whilst trying to sound far more confident than was actually the case. Poppy picked up a custard pie and ground it into Bea's behind, before slyly opening up the back of Bea's boy shorts. The blonde model deposited whatever was left of the pie over Bea's backside, before slapping back the thin material and giving her bottom a generous rub. Keen to end her friend's torture, Anais snapped, "Thank you Poppy, that's enough. Please, sit back down."

Straightening out her boy shorts, Bea shot Poppy an evil look before turning to the camera and adding, "Matty joins Arjan in getting all three of his questions correct. So, if one more contestant defeats our quiz then Anais will be taking a trip into the slime. So guys, keep texting your nominations in."

Anais smiled sweetly, before announcing, "Now unlike with Bonnie, we do know where Tori is. But since she's not here, wouldn't it be a shame to leave without emptying one final bucket of slime?" "It sure would", cackled Bea before picking up a bucket of light green gunge and pouring it all over the ravishing Poppy. As the gunge cascaded down her long blonde hair, Poppy realised with horror that her breasts were beginning to burst out the top of her chest. She turned around to remonstrate only for Bea to slap a lemon meringue pie into her pretty face. As Anais held Poppy down into her chair, Bea opened up the front of the blonde's dress and deposited what was left of the pie over her breasts. Picking up Poppy's plate, Bea repeated the torture with the full English breakfast before pressing down over her chest to wipe the sausage, bacon and baked beans against her breasts.

Trying to defend Poppy, Matty picked up a bucket of red gunge and upturned it over Bea's beauteous head. Leaving the bucket teetering over the teenager's face, Matty picked up a custard pie and as he lifted up the bucket, slammed it into the blinded brunette's pulchritudinous cheeks. Miraculously still clean, Anais ran from the scene abandoning her bandmate and leaving her to her messy fate. Ganging up on the singer, Matty and Poppy simultaneously slammed chocolate pies into her breasts before enveloping her face in a shaving cream pie sandwich.

After finally deciding that they had done sufficient damage, Penny marched over and exclaimed, "Goodness guys, that's enough." Shrugging her shoulders, Poppy picked up a bucket of cold water, turned to Bea and announced, "Here, let me help you clean up." Cackling with glee, Poppy poured the bucket over Bea's flowing hair, washing away most of the slime and the cream. As the water contained to cascade down Bea's front, Matty handed Poppy another bucket of water, which she emptied over Bea's gunk covered face. To finish off, Poppy opened up the front of Bea's bralette and poured the final bucket of water over her shimmering breasts. Staring into Bea's eyes, she whispered, "Don't mess with me or my sister again."

Pushing back up her bralette, Bea turned to Penny for support. "Don't worry, you still have one clean outfit left. But you'd better hurry up with your shower, you're desperately running out of time. Don't' worry, I'll deal with these two, off you go." Relieved, Bea hurried off to the showers, with water humiliatingly continuing to drip down her legs as she walked.

Aware of Penny's veiled threat, Poppy took a step backwards. Laughing, Penny turned towards her and explained, "Don't worry about Bea, I just threatened you to get rid of her. By the way, have you heard from your sister? She hasn't checked in with me for a while?" Under the copious layers of pie and gunge, an exhausted Poppy simply shook her head. Shrugging her shoulders, Penny sighed. "Oh well, I'd better pay her a visit." Turning from the table, Penny glanced down at her shoes. They were soaking wet. Clearly Poppy hadn't been as accurate with her aim as she thought. Shaking her head as she walked, Penny decided to stop off at the changing rooms on her way.

Upon opening her locker, Penny was dismayed to find that she'd forgotten to pack a spare change of shoes. Waiting until the coast was clear, Penny opened up her secret locker, containing all the items that she'd stole, and took out a pair of black canvas shoes. They were a size too small and not very comfortable, but they weren't soaking wet. Having squeezed her toes into the canvas shoes, Penny turned around to close the locker, when it suddenly struck her that the second hidden camera rose was conspicuously absent. Frantically searching through the locker, Penny brushed its entire contents out onto the floor. Where could it be? Poppy didn't have it, nor did Matty, she was pretty sure. Yasmin must have taken it, but what did she need the second camera for? Plus, if she had both cameras, why was she continuing to go along with their agreement? Unless of course she wasn't and had been playing her all along! Whatever Yasmin was planning to do, she needed to be stopped and fast. But how would she get the second camera off her without drawing attention to the first? Begrudgingly respecting the double-crossing teenager, Penny vowed her revenge. Hurriedly shoving everything back up into the locker, Penny hastily came up with a plan.
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Throwing the empty pot of cream into the bin, Tori turned to Yasmin and insisted, "Stay here, I'll go and fetch you a towel." But it was too late, for the blonde teenager, smothered in cream, was marching towards the bathroom. As she swung the door open, Yasmin caught Mia, topless, trying to tie her bikini bottoms back together. Shocked at Yasmin's entrance, Mia fumbled the thread and dropped both parts of the bikini onto the floor. From the safety of the now cooling Jacuzzi, Bonnie snorted as the now completely naked Mia tried to cover her exposed breasts and her bush. Then, to further her humiliation, Bonnie splashed the cold water of the cooling Jacuzzi onto her bare backside.

Collecting herself, Mia stared intently into Yasmin's confused, shocked eyes. Clearly the teenager wasn't expecting to bump into her casual friend. With Bonnie's view obscured, behind Mia's wet, shivering backside, the brunette briefly put her finger to her lips to shush her friend before Tori marched haughtily through the door. Bonnie meanwhile, jumped out of the Jacuzzi and pulled out the plug. Wrapping a yellow towel around her, she rather unhelpfully dropped the last remaining dry towel into the emptying Jacuzzi. "Whoops, sorry, I'm ever so clumsy", she lied, before slapping poor Mia, once more on the bum. As Tori tried, and failed, to hurry Yasmin out of the room, Bonnie whispered to Mia, "Remember, I'm pretending to be Penny, I would never normally be this mean", before kissing the brunette lightly on the cheek.

"Well in that case, why don't you let our mysterious little intruder borrow your towel", whispered Mia back teasingly, before ripping the towel away from Bonnie's chest. Mia threw Bonnie's towel to Yasmin who then carefully began to wipe the cream from her hair. Taking control of the situation, Mia began, "Hi there, my name's Mia. I'm one of the contestants. Did you bring any outfits with you that might be in my size?"

Yasmin eyed Mia's naked body up and down before replying, "I think so. By the way, thanks for the towel." Having finished wiping herself, Yasmin tried to throw the towel back to Mia, only for Bonnie to snatch it back from her at the last second. Replying to the teenage brunette, Yasmin declared, "Give me two seconds, I'll go have a look."

Once Yasmin had closed the door behind her, Bonnie whispered, "Who is she? I've never seen her before. She doesn't work with Bianca, I'm sure." Looking worried, Tori replied, "Me neither, I don't trust her at all. Do you think Penny's sent her here to spy on us? Is it wise to leave her in my room alone?" Trying to act the voice of reason and calm her friends down, Mia added, "I doubt it, Penny would never trust anyone to do her dirty work for her, I'm sure."

"So, you're saying we should trust her?" asked Tori confused. In response, Mia shook her head. "It's too early to say. Tell you what, leave her with me. I'll try and suss her out and we can decide what to do with her when we know." Moments later, Yasmin returned carrying a purple, one shoulder, asymmetrical, mini bead dress. Turning to Yasmin, Mia requested, "Yasmin, would you be so kind as to help me get changed?" as Bonnie and Tori took their cue to exit the room.

Once alone, Yasmin draped the dress on the radiator and picked up the small hand towel, which she then proceeded to wipe across Mia's naked, shivering chest. Shocked, Mia whispered, "Yasmin, what are you doing?" Moving onto Mia's shoulders, Yasmin replied, "Drying you. Isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing? I don't want to blow my cover, do I?" "So you are here under false pretences. I knew something was up", exclaimed Mia, pleased with having caught out the plucky Yasmin already.

"So are you presumably, otherwise, you would have instantly ratted me out", replied Yasmin, before wiping the hand towel over Mia's right arm. "No, no. You've got me all wrong", explained Mia. "I was trying to save you from being set upon by the others. They think you're spying on us, for Penny." "They're right, I am", admitted Yasmin before throwing the now damp towel in Mia's face, to snuffle her surprise. Feeling pleased with herself, Yasmin then bent down to pick the towel from off the floor and began to wipe it up Mia's left leg.

Worried, Mia asked her, "Yasmin, please tell me, what's going on." "No, you first. Tell me what game you're playing. How do I know that I can trust you", replied Yasmin, not willing to be beaten. "Alright", sighed Mia. "Bonnie, Tori and I are plotting to gain our revenge over Penny. But Bonnie, for some bizarre reason, is trying to get into her sister's mind-set and is acting really weird. I'm worried I might have chosen the wrong side, Bonnie and Tori are no match for Penny. I want to stay a few steps ahead of the others in case they blow our cover and give the game away."

Yasmin hid a grimace, as she dried Mia's right leg, knowing that by speaking to her, Mia had already said too much, for she was filming their entire conversation on her rose. Continuing, Mia admitted, "Perhaps you were right to ally with Penny after all", before gasping as Yasmin started to rub the towel firmly against her crotch and her thighs.

"I'm not allied with Penny", snorted back Yasmin as she twirled Mia around and began to rub her behind. "She's blackmailing my sister. Penny taped Summer asking her to gunge our friend Summer, using a camera hidden in a rose. She tricked Poppy into being rude and insulting about her too. So, in return for Penny destroying the video, Poppy has tricked Tori's boyfriend into kissing her. I meanwhile have to trick Bonnie into admitting to a plot to gunge Aiko. I also need her to criticise Arjan too."

"Hang on", exclaimed Mia, as she spotted the rose in Yasmin's hair. "So that means you're currently filming me stark naked and you've taped me admitting to our plot against Penny. You're not trying to blackmail me too, are you?" "No, I didn't know you were here", replied Yasmin defensively. "But I guess we could smooth things over and work together", she suggested. "How about you get Bonnie to admit to what I need and I'll delete the portion of the tape that incriminates you in return?" Mia thought the proposal over for a moment before replying, "Alright, I agree. Now pass me some knickers." "Sorry, I've left the lingerie with Tori. But I'll gladly help you into your dress", teased Yasmin, before slapping Mia on the behind with the damp towel.

Back in Tori's room, Bonnie, standing near the front door, complained, "Hey they're taking their time. Do you reckon we can trust them?" Confused, Tori replied, "What do you mean?" "I saw a look of recognition on Yasmin's face when she entered the bathroom. I've never met her before, so she must know Mia. Remember, Mia was defending her just now, I reckon they're plotting something together", Bonnie figured. "Goodness, do you think they're both working for Penny?" asked Tori in surprise. "I guess that would explain why Mia was so against our plotting to gunge Penny earlier. It all makes perfect sense."

Just then, there was a loud knock on Tori's front door. Bea, wearing her last remaining clean outfit, called out, "Tori, are you there?" But before either Tori or Bonnie could react, Bea swung open the unlocked door and announced, "Tori, here's your prize", before emptying a bucket of orange slime over Bonnie by mistake. As the gunge dribbled down over her face and onto her bikini clad body below, Bonnie just had enough time to wipe the slime from her eyes before Bea threw a custard pie in her face from point blank range.

Watching her friend scrape the pie crust from her eyes, Tori cried out, "Wait, I'm Tori! That's Bonnie! What did you do that for?" Anais came up behind Bea shaking her head. "Oh silly, you're such a klutz", before smashing a chocolate pie into the brunette's cute face as punishment for her mistake. As the chocolate ganache clung to Bonnie's cheeks and chin, Anais explained, "Unfortunately, Matty got all three of his questions right. Since you nominated him to get gunged, as his reward, you have to be gunged in return." "Wait, I never nominated Matty!" complained Tori, before taking another step away from her door to escape Anais' reach.

"Hey, don't back out now Tori, we have your text to prove it", remarked Anais, somewhat irritably.
Bea, meanwhile, having finally cleared the ganache from her cheeks, remarked, "Hey, Bonnie, since Arjan also got all three of his questions right, this bucket really is meant for you I'm afraid." With glee, Bea picked up a bucket of chocolate and emptied it all over Bonnie's shocked head, before adding, "Before you grumble, I also have your text to prove it." Trying to help, Tori quickly ran up to Bea and pushed her to the ground. With the brunette teenager splayed on the corridor floor, Bonnie wrestled the trolley from Anais' grasp and slammed shut the door.

Locking the door behind her, Tori asked, "Bonnie, what just happened? I'm really confused." Wanting to hide the truth from Tori, Bonnie tried to carefully choose her words. "It seems that someone has been texting the show pretending to be us both. Remember, I told you earlier that I had lost my phone. Clearly, I haven't lost it, somebody stole it and used it to text in and ask for Arjan to be gunged." "Goodness me. Who do you think it could be? Was it Penny?" Tori asked, trying to solve the mystery. "Well, I'm not so sure", Bonnie replied. "As far as you know, has your phone ever left this room?" "No, I don't think so", replied Tori, rather unsure. "And, until we let Yasmin in, was your door always locked?" Bonnie continued. "Yeah, I'm pretty certain. Do you think it was Yasmin then?" asked Tori, feeling rather smart.

"No, Bea and Anais wouldn't have had enough time to slime Arjan in the short time that she's been here. It must have happened before. It could only have been one of us." Bonnie remarked, trying to direct Tori's train of thought. "Well, it certainly wasn't me and it can't have been you. So that means it had to be Mia!" Tori gasp, horrified at the thought. "It has to be. You said it yourself, everything points to Mia working with Penny all along", Bonnie replied, thankful of having weaselled herself out of trouble.

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, Yasmin pinned the rose with olive leaves to Mia's dress, just above her left breast. Hearing the commotion of Dazzle's brief visit, they decided to stay in the safety of the bathroom until the coast was definitely clear. Re-entering Tori's room, Mia turned to Tori and announced, "Tori, Yasmin will help you get dressed now if you like." Turning to Bonnie for guidance, who swiftly nodded her approval, Tori picked up a set of lingerie and a nude coloured Faustina, high neck, asymmetric dress and headed into the bathroom to get changed.

With the two brunettes finally alone, Mia broke the silence first. "Hey Bonnie, any plans to gunge Tori later this afternoon?" Bonnie was unsure how to respond. She'd successfully pinned stealing Tori's phone on the teenage brunette, but that still didn't explain who had stolen her phone instead. It couldn't have been Mia as she hadn't had it with her all afternoon. Perhaps it was Penny, but then why was Mia acting all suspicious when Yasmin entered the room? Not everything yet slotted into place. Wanting to find out more, she decided to play coy and keep all her cards close to her chest.

"Um, maybe. Why do you ask?" Bonnie replied, unsure of why Mia was asking. "Oh, I'm just curious. She seems to have repeatedly escaped being gunged recently, unlike the two of us, so it seems", Mia replied. Bonnie laughed in response, as orange gunge dribbled down off her fringe onto her nose. Watching her closely, Mia suddenly got the sense that Bonnie was staring at her chest. Mia began to panic. Fearing that she was about to be rumbled, Mia decided to go for broke.

But Mia was mistaken, Bonnie hadn't noticed the rose. Instead, spying Mia's nipples through her dress, she asked, "Mia, are you hard?" Mia glanced down at her chest and realised that yes, she was. Sniggering, she set Bonnie off on an even louder set of giggles, causing the older woman to involuntarily lower her guard. Sensing her chance, Mia continued, "What about Aiko? Are you planning to gunge her later too?" "Oh yes, it's all planned. You know, she hasn't been gunged once yet, it's going to be the most spectacular gunging of the entire show."

Mia smiled, knowing that she'd successfully completed half her mission. All she had to do now was get Bonnie to criticise Arjan. But how and about what? Mia barely knew the man at all. Having only briefly met him, all she could tell was that he carried the slight whiff of cow manure and had a rather large nose. "I couldn't help but overhear Bea remark that you nominated Arjan to be gunged. Good for you. He absolutely destroyed me with the hose earlier, so he and his big nose really deserved to be gunged. Bonnie blushed. "Oh, I certainly agree. A much-deserved gunging, though I'm absolutely gutted I didn't get to see it. But hey, leave his big nose out of it, personally I find it rather cute."

"Pushing further, Mia added, "I agree, he is rather cute, but he does smell, doesn't he? Plus, he strikes me as quite lazy and I dare say he's hardly as talented as Penny or yourself." "Arjan is laidback, that's for sure", giggled Bonnie, forgetting herself. "Of course, he smells, he's a man after all! But you're right, he lacks our scope and ambition. Plus, he always makes silly mistakes." Beginning to get carried away, Bonnie fumed, "He's ever so maddening. I just wish he took his job more seriously, I mean what kind of idiot gets their foot stuck in a drain? But hey, I can't help but adore him, I mean who can resist those dreamy eyes and that cheeky smile? They almost make up for his gigantic nose!" Her task complete, Mia decided to not push the topic any further, in case she aroused Bonnie's suspicion. Taking advantage of the lull in proceedings, Mia carefully slipped a fresh pair of pink knickers up her dainty legs.

Moments later Tori and Yasmin re-entered the room. The rose with the emerald leaves now hidden in her knickers, Yasmin carefully closed the door behind her, before marching over to Mia. "It's done", whispered Mia, before surreptitiously slipping the olive leafed rose back into Yasmin's palm. Making a show of staring at Tori, Mia announced, "Wow, you look smoking hot." With Bonnie's attention now drawn towards the co-presenter, Yasmin had just enough time to slip the olive leafed rose back into her hair. Ever suspicious, Bonnie glanced back at Mia. Somehow, she seemed different, but Bonnie couldn't quite tell how. "Right, Bonnie your turn to get changed", Tori began, before she was interrupted by another thunderous knock on the door. "Tori, its Penny, I have your lunch", shouted Bonnie's sister dryly from the corridor.

Unsure of how to respond, Tori glanced over at Bonnie for support. "It can't hurt", Bonnie blithely replied, so Tori nervously unlocked the door. Striding purposefully inside, Penny took one look at her sister and collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Oh, dear Bonnie, just what has happened to you?" Recovering herself, Penny announced, "So anyway, Tori here's your salad." Penny moved to place her tray on the dressing table behind Yasmin. Glancing slyly at Yasmin, she drew her attention to the clothes stand to her right. Taking the hint, Yasmin lent her shoulder into the stand, causing it to crash down to the floor. Standing too close to the stand, Tori and Mia were likewise sent tumbling down to the carpet below. The ensuing commotion, whereby Bonnie rushed to help Tori back to her feet, gave Yasmin just enough time to whisper to Penny, "It's done", prompting Penny to quickly take the rose from out of Yasmin's hair and hide it up her sleeve.

As Bonnie began to dust Tori down, Yasmin turned to help Mia back to her feet. This gave Penny the opportunity to slip Bonnie's phone under her torn t-shirt on the floor. Taking a step back, Penny glanced around the room. She had the rose with the olive leaves, but where was the emerald one? It could literally be anywhere. She desperately needed it back. She'd recorded her blackmail of Poppy on both roses. She couldn't let Yasmin give it to Parvati. She'd surely be fired. But at least Penny had a copy of the photo of Poppy and Matty kissing. She'd forwarded it on from Bonnie's phone to hers. If she couldn't blackmail Yasmin, she could still blackmail Poppy. Taking Yasmin by the arm, Penny lent in to whisper her threat to the blonde when Mia suddenly interrupted. "Penny, by any chance have you seen Bonnie's phone?" Clearly, the brunette had seen her slip it onto the floor.

In response, Penny tried to look surprised. "No. Should I? Has she lost it? Why don't I give it a call? You never know, it might turn up." Mia stood motionless and confused. Penny was a great liar. But why did she have Bonnie's phone? Suddenly, Mia realised that just like Bonnie had said, Penny must have texted in pretending to be her sister. Bonnie did know her sibling well after all. Penny meanwhile, quickly rang her sister, whose cheesy ringtone echoed across the floor. "Oh look, there it is", cooed Penny, before quickly exiting the room. She would have to get to Yasmin later, before the young teen found Parvati first.

Finding her phone on the floor, Bonnie suddenly remembered her conversation with Mia from an hour before. "Hey, didn't you look under my t-shirt for my phone? Perhaps Tori's right, maybe you, not Penny, is the mastermind behind it all." Mia carefully tried to choose her next few words. "You're right, I did. But I swear it wasn't there before. Penny just put it there, didn't she Yasmin?" Yasmin, unsure how to respond, didn't immediately reply. Now that Penny had the rose, Yasmin didn't need Mia's help anymore. "Actually, I'm not sure. I didn't see her do it", she lied. Shocked at her friend's betrayal, Mia gave her a dirty look and kicked the ripped t-shirt along the floor.

Tori then decided to intervene. "Look, Mia, Bonnie and I have been talking and this proves it, you've been plotting against us all morning. How dare you steal our phones and set us both up to be slimed!" Bonnie shook her head incredulously at the pristine, raven haired teenager, who unlike everyone else, had yet to be actually gunged.

Checking to see if she'd had any new notifications, Bonnie noticed a new message with a photo attachment. Intriguingly, the number was unrecognised. Opening the attachment, she stood in horror as she looked down at the photo of Poppy passionately kissing Matty. Sensing her friend's shock, Tori asked, "Bonnie, what's the matter?" "Wait a moment", came Bonnie's hurried reply. Typing the unrecognised number into her phone, Bonnie gave it a ring. Suddenly, Yasmin's phone, from inside the suit bag, began to blurt out another terrible, cheesy tune. Smugly, Bonnie then passed the phone to Tori who suddenly exploded in hateful rage.

Realising that she had been rumbled, Yasmin began to rant uncontrollably. "Wait, I can explain. I didn't want to do it, my sister and I were forced. She blackmailed me" Even after being caught, she was still able to lie. She had had both roses, she didn't need to go through with the plan at all. She had gone through with the plan because it was fun. "Who? Mia?" asked Tori, demanding an answer. "Wait, no" replied Yasmin, but Bonnie cut her off. Looking at Mia, she suddenly realised that she no longer had a rose on her dress. "The rose, where is it? You've been recording us haven't you? I knew I'd seen it before, it's one of Arjan's inventions. Goodness Mia, is there anything you won't do?"

Bonnie marched over to Mia and began to feel the brunette up and down. Roughly fondling her breasts, she then rubbed her hands up and down the teenager's thighs. Unable to find the hidden camera, she demanded, "Off with the dress." Not wanting it to be ripped off, Mia lifted the dress over her head. "Knickers too", Bonnie beseeched, whilst Tori continued to rage.

"Wait, I have it", shouted Yasmin, trying to atone for her betrayal and help out her friend. "Great, give it here", demanded Tori, keen to become involved. As Yasmin went to hand the rose with emerald leaves over to Tori, Bonnie interjected, "Careful, don't break it, it is Arjan's after all." Following the handover, Mia breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you sighing about? We haven't finished with you yet", Bonnie jibed.

Wearing nothing but her panties, Mia shot back, "Look for the last time, I'm telling the truth. I had nothing to do with stealing either of your phones. If you feel the need to punish someone, punish Yasmin. I take it that you have a photo of Yasmin's sister kissing Matty. I had nothing to do with that, I swear." Turning to Yasmin, Mia shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'You should have backed me up when you had the chance', before folding her arms across her chest.

"Wait", wailed Yasmin. "Mia's right, she didn't steal anybody's phone. She was telling the truth, Penny did just return it, only a moment ago. Earlier, I saw Penny use Bonnie's phone too. It must have been her, not Mia."

Yasmin took a deep breath. Clearly, neither Bonnie nor Tori truly believed her. The tactic of defending Mia hadn't really worked, she would have to go back on the attack. "But Mia isn't entirely innocent. She admitted to me earlier that she wished that she had sided with Penny after all. Furthermore, she even helped me set Bonnie up by getting her to admit to wanting to gunge Aiko!" Yasmin grinned at Mia, she was swift to have her revenge.

"Well, well, well", chortled Bonnie. "It seems we have a dilemma. Look, I believe you. My sister most probably did blackmail Yasmin and she almost certainly stole both mine and Tori's phones." Evidently, Bonnie was keen to keep up the lie about her treachery to the end. Though this time, it was easier to pin the blame on her sister, rather than Mia. "Yet, you've both admitted to betraying us. Tori, what do you think we should do?"

But Tori, feeling famished had begun to eat her salad. Taking a bite out of a slice of lettuce, the chili powder suddenly shot up her nose. "Eurgh", she screamed before spitting out the lettuce onto the floor. "Somebody's added chili powder to my lunch!" "Exactly!" Mia exclaimed. "That can't have been me, it was Penny; can't you see?"

Laughing, Bonnie added, "For once, I have to agree. But this gives me an idea. We have here two treacherous teenagers and one trolley full of pies and gunge. How about we play a game? Whoever between Mia and Yasmin can eat the most items of salad in thirty seconds will be forgiven. The loser meanwhile will be handcuffed to the shower and plied with all the remaining pies and gunge!"

Keen to get the blonde teenager messy, Mia replied, "Great idea, count me in!" Likewise, keen to get her own back on Mia, Yasmin nodded in agreement. Tori gave each player a tomato, an olive, a slice of cucumber and a leaf of lettuce. Bonnie started the timer on her phone and gave the order for the contest to begin.

Yasmin immediately swallowed the olive whole, almost choking as she did so, but before the overbearing flavour of the chili powder could take hold. Mia, meanwhile picked up her tomato, which she had no trouble digesting, before moving onto her slice of cucumber. Taking two bites, tasting the chili, Mia wanted to wretch. But she desired to see the double-crossing Yasmin gunged even more, so painfully resisted the temptation to spit it out and swallowed the cucumber as quickly as she possibly could.

To her great relief, Yasmin found that her leaf of lettuce had surprisingly little chili powder upon it. Easy to chew, it posed her no problem at all. The tomato on the other hand was covered in the powder, but she tilted her head back and after biting into it four times, bravely forced it down her throat. Besides her, Mia popped her olive into her mouth, but finding it smothered in the powder had no option but to spit it out onto the floor.

Suddenly, Bonnie shouted, "Times up! Looks like Yasmin's won by three items to two. Mia, prepare to be destroyed!" Tori handed both Yasmin and Mia a glass of water which they both greedily accepted before Bonnie locked Tori's changing room door. Wearing nothing but her pink knickers, Mia was led into the bathroom, before having both her wrists handcuffed to the shower. Bravely accepting her victor's taunts, Mia watched on in horror as Bonnie turned on the shower above her before turning the settings to cold. Mia screamed as the freezing clear liquid slapped against her bare skin, soaking her flowing hair, which began to cling to her neck and her blushing cheeks. Tori meanwhile wheeled in the dessert trolley and handed a bucket of pink gunge to Bonnie. Turning the shower above Mia off, Bonnie exclaimed, "This is going to be ever so much fun!"

Bonnie emptied the bucket of pink gunge over Mia's head, taking care to cover every last inch of her auburn hair. Picking up a bucket of light green gunge, she threw the slime over Mia's face from close range, watching in glee as it slowly dribbled down her face and onto her slight chest. Tori meanwhile, picked up a caramel cream pie which she twisted into Mia's cute uncomplaining cheeks. Next up, Yasmin was invited to slap a custard pie onto Mia's bum. Keen to rub her victory in over her opponent, Yasmin opened up the back of Mia's knickers first and slid the pie in between. Yasmin then gave Mia a wedgie before rubbing the custard all over Mia's exposed thighs. Not wanting to be outdone, Tori picked up a bucket of chocolate and unceremoniously tipped it over Mia's now almost unrecognisable head. To finish her humiliation, Bonnie and Tori picked up a shaving cream pie each and proceeded to rub them all over Mia's exposed, heaving breasts.

With Bonnie and Tori distracted, Yasmin looked behind her at the rose with emerald leaves on the dressing room table. The rose with olive leaves, which Penny had snatched off her, contained the recording of Bonnie's admission. But both roses had filmed Poppy's confession. Yasmin couldn't allow Bonnie to keep it, it might end up in the wrong hands. She must get it to Parvati somehow. Sensing the opportunity, Yasmin ran out of the bathroom, picked up the rose and made a dash for the door. Noticing, Yasmin's attempt to escape, Bonnie swiftly followed after her. "Hey, where do you think you're going", she shouted as Yasmin frantically tried to unlock the door.

But it was no good, she was trapped. As Tori continued to rub cream all over Mia's heaving naked chest and taut, flat stomach, Bonnie snatched the rose off Yasmin and upturned a bucket of light blue slime over the treacherous teenager's head. "I take it back, you're no longer forgiven", snorted Bonnie as Yasmin squealed as the slime ran down inside her dress. Returning for extra supplies, Bonnie swiftly followed the blue slime with a chocolate pie which she slammed into the blonde teenager's shocked, pretty face. Smiling wickedly, Bonnie then looked behind her at the suit bag, before announcing, "Wait here, I might just borrow your phone."

Meanwhile, back in the control room, Parvati watched on in outrage at the footage of Bea and Anais sliming Bonnie. Watching it over, five times in a row, Parvati clicked pause just as a bucket of chocolate was tipped over her radiant head. Parvati noted that Bonnie was wearing a string bikini. She evidently was no longer cleaning up the so-called mess on Tori's changing room floor. Beyond angry, the producer slammed her fist against her desk in exasperation. Moaning, she cried, "How dare she lounge around in swimwear, when she's supposed to be at work? I really do have to do everything by myself after all!" Playing the clip one final time, Parvati suddenly paused. The moment before Tori slammed shut the door, Parvati thought she could hear a faint, fairly familiar, highly annoying noise. Turning to her assistant she asked, "Hey could you get me the security footage for Tori's room from ten minutes ago? I think we have an intruder that's young, blonde and not doing as she was told. Moments later, the relevant footage confirmed her suspicions. Yasmin was indeed also hiding in Tori's room. Standing up, Parvati irately sent her chair flying backwards, before grumpily marching out of the door.
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The remnants of the chocolate ganache still clinging to her hair, Bea, along with Anais, had located another trolley laden with pies and gunge. Still arguing over whose fault it was that Tori and Bonnie had stolen their previous trolley, the duo spotted their next target.

Turning to camera, Anais announced, "With under ten minutes to go, should our next victim fail to correctly answer all their questions, then I'm afraid it looks like I'll be avoiding the gunge." Picking up a bucket of orange slime, Bea approached the latest nominee, who was standing with his back turned away from her, next to a large target board. "Excuse me, are you Bill?" asked Bea teasingly, holding the bucket up above her head. Hearing the cute teenager's shrill voice, without even looking, Bill swiftly darted to his right.

"Wait a minute Bea", exclaimed Anais. "Bill isn't our next target, you are!" Anais then suddenly wrenched the bucket off her bandmate and tipped the orange slime all over the brunette's ganache smothered hair. "Hey, what? That's not what I was told!" cried Bea as she wiped the gunge from her face. Laughing, Anais continued, "Oh bless. I was so annoyed at you for losing our trolley that I nominated you myself! Right, first question. What is the capital of Burkina Faso?"

Hearing the question, Bea petulantly pouted. Nobody else had got a question as difficult as this, she was being set up! "No idea, New York by any chance?" she joked in reply. Anais punched the air in triumph as Bill picked up a custard pie and smashed it into Bea's pretty face. "Unlucky, I'm afraid the correct answers is Ouagadougou", Anais explained in her thickest French accent. "Question two, what is 457 times 329?" Bea shook her head at the outrage of the duplicity. "Erm 140,233?" Bill looked at Anais confused, until the French girl replied, "Surprisingly close, but the correct answer is 150,353." Bill thus picked up a shaving cream pie and wrapped it around Bea's dishevelled head of hair. "Final question", began Anais. "In William Shakespeare's 'A Winter's Tale', what is the name of the King of Sicily?" "Bob perhaps?" sighed Bea, not really having a clue.

"Of course not, don't be silly; it's Leontes!" cackled Anais as she thrust one final caramel cream pie into Bea's bosom, before wiping it up and down her chest. "Now, since this was the final game, I'm afraid that since not enough contestants got all their questions right, I will be avoiding the dip into the gunge. But I don't want to make our lovely audience feel short changed. So as punishment for doing terribly in the quiz, I have one final ordeal awaiting the lovely Bea."

Bea froze in horror as Bill gently began to fasten her arms to the target board behind. Moments later her legs were also safely secured into place. The board then slowly began to rotate, causing Bea to become dizzy as she felt her body get tipped upside down. Anais then picked up a foam gun and began to spray her friend as she rotated round and round. Soon completely unrecognisable as her entire body was covered in foam, Bea sighed as the target slowly eased to a stop. But no sooner had her ordeal ended then galloons of cold lumpy custard rained down upon her, which at the very least, cleared some of the foam from her face.

Anais was just wiping poor, unlucky Bea's face with a napkin, when Arjan came running up, shouting, "Wait a moment, we've just had a last-minute nomination. Well actually, we've had two!" before handing Bill the next set of cues. As Bill and Arjan stood in deep conversation, Anais heard Bill mutter, "We'll probably only have time for one more, leave this with me." Beneath all the custard and foam, Bea smiled in triumph, until Anais scooped up a handful of foam from Bea's chest and wiped it all over her delightful face.
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Strolling joyfully from Tori's room, Penny gleefully turned the rose over in her hands. She'd gained her revenge against Tori by setting up Matty to be kissed. Penny felt no guilt for playing with the silly presenter's emotions and personal life. But with Bonnie, it was different. She loved her sister after all. Penny didn't want to see her sister get hurt, which would be inevitable once she discovered that Bea was chasing after her man. Penny had spent all afternoon setting Bea up to be repeatedly slimed simply because the pop singer had had the temerity to flirt with Arjan. Penny had warned her not to and yet the brunette had simply carried on. To his credit, Arjan had stopped flirting back in return after Bea had unfairly criticised Bonnie and shown herself to be nothing more than a silly, immature, petty girl. Yes, Bonnie and Arjan weren't yet a couple, but they were clearly meant for each other. Though she felt guilty about stealing her sister's phone, Penny didn't reserve any sympathy for setting Arjan up to be gunged. He ought to have asked Bonnie out by now, he really had no excuse.

But Penny had a problem. For some reason, Yasmin had roped Mia into their plot. The brunette had tricked Bonnie into admitting taking part in a plot to gunge Aiko, not Yasmin. Regrettably Mia had had encouraged her sister to take her criticism of Arjan too far. Bonnie really had been set up. If she gave the clip to Parvati, yes, the producer would be unlikely to give either Bonnie or Arjan the promotion. But if Parvati played it to her cousin, Penny dreaded what might happen. Penny refused to be responsible for driving Bonnie and Arjan apart. Arjan was self-conscious about his nose, almost as much as Bonnie was about her tattoos. Arjan must never be allowed to see the tape.

Yet, Penny desperately wanted her promotion. She was jealous of her sister for receiving all the plaudits whenever they produced their famous gunge machines. Though Bonnie was instrumental in their construction, it was Penny who designed them. They were all her ideas. It wasn't fair that her sister took most of the credit. Hence, she didn't feel too guilty about setting Bonnie up to be gunged. But her personal life was different, it was a step too far. Feeling a pang of conscious, Penny thought for a moment that she ought to wipe the tape. But that wouldn't solve the problem about how to get the second rose back off Yasmin. Penny was stuck, she was all out of ideas, and she didn't know what to do. Then suddenly, Bill came running towards her and Penny quickly hid the rose away.

"Penny, can I have a quick word?" Bill asked, as panting, he almost ran into the wall. "We have a problem, Yasmin's just nominated two people to be gunged." "Why's that an issue?" asked Penny perplexed. "Because one of the nominees is you!" Bill grunted shoving a cue card into Penny's hands. Penny read Yasmin's nomination. "Hi, Yasmin here. I would like to nominate two people. First off, I'd like to nominate Penny for blackmailing my sister into kissing Tori's boyfriend. Second, I'd like to nominate my sister Poppy, for actually going through with the plan! "

"Penny is this true?" asked Bill. Penny looked at him and sighed. "Of course not. Look can't you tell? Yasmin didn't write this text, my sister did. She always signs off with that smiley face at the end. She's tried to set us all up, but been sloppy, as you can see." "Yeah, you're right, sorry about that", admitted Bill, realising that Penny was correct. "Look, we only have time to slime one more person anyway, so how about we do a deal? I know she's a bit young for me, but I really fancy Anais. If no one else wins the quiz in the next ten minutes, she's going to escape being gunged. We cannot let that happen. She'll look perfect covered in slime. How about we forget your nomination and pretend that Yasmin really does want to set up her sister. In return, you can write three really easy questions that even Poppy can get right?" "Oh Bill, you do continue to amaze me!" scoffed Penny. "Hey, do you have a pen? I'll write you the questions right now."

Once finished, Penny handed the cue card back to Bill who then swiftly left and returned the way he came. Penny smirked, feeling very pleased with herself, when suddenly Poppy and Matty came walking round the opposite corner. Both still absolutely covered in pies and gunge, they were wearing the same dishevelled clothes as before.

Stopping for a moment, Poppy tried to surreptitiously push some of the slimy mixture of detritus out of the top of her dress. Spotting Penny, she enquired, "Hey, I don't suppose you could sort myself and Matty out with a clean set of clothes? Preferably something comfortable like a t-shirt and jeans this time! I'm done with dresses for today." "So am I!" Matty quickly added, drawing an unexpected smile from the steely blonde.

Looking at the pair incredulously, Penny replied, "I don't see why not." Spotting the rose poking out of Penny's pocket, Poppy surmised, "So you found my sister, did she pull through for us too?" "Oh yes", replied Penny as she plucked the rose from out her pocket to show to the pair. "Don't worry, I'll ensure that Summer is thoroughly gunged as we planned." Matty looked at Poppy confused, but the blonde model simply ignored his stare. Continuing, she asked, "So, you'll delete the recording that you have of me too?"

Penny smiled. Clearly, Yasmin had not told her sister about the second rose. She was just about to reply when she spotted Arjan walk around the corner. Not wanting to get caught with his rose, without thinking, Penny remarked, "Sure, we can delete it now. Quick take it", before swiftly fastening the rose into Poppy's hair. Spotting Poppy and Penny together, Arjan called out to Bea and Anais, "Guys, she's here!"

Having kitted Anais out with another trolley filled with pies and gunge, Arjan motioned to the unwilling popstar to conduct the final quiz. Reluctant to continue, Anais was pushed forwards by Arjan who bade her to begin. As Anais approached the two women carrying a large bucket of white slime, Poppy took a step back against the wall. Trapped, there was no escape as Anais took another step towards her, calling out, "Remember me?" With Penny safely out of the way, Anais emptied the bucket of white gunge all over Poppy, enveloping her hair in a thick layer of slime. Penny glanced up at Poppy's fringe. By some miracle, the rose was left almost completely dry.

Taking Poppy by the hand, Anais proceeded to drag the model back over towards Bea who was still secured to the target board and dripping in custard and foam. Continuing, Anais announced, "Poppy, you genuinely now are our final victim. At the very last minute you were nominated by your sister Yasmin, though I'm afraid I haven't been told why." Poppy stood, mouth agape. What was Yasmin playing at? It was Summer who was meant to be slimed not her! Continuing, Anais explained, "As before, for every question you get right, Bea will receive a pie in the face. Get two right and she will also get gunged." "I doubt there's any point in sliming me again", chortled Bea, still attached to the board. "I can hardly get any messier, now can I?"

Anais looked at her friend and sniggered. "Good point Bea, good point." Suddenly, Arjan, Penny, Matty and Anais all picked up a bucket of water and one after the other threw them over Bea, clearing away most of the custard and the foam. "There, much better. Shall we begin?" snickered Anais before shuffling the cue cards in her hands. Bea sniffed as a globule of water dripped down onto her nose. Pursing her lips, her mood suddenly lightened when she saw the wide smile abruptly vanish from Anais' delightful face. "There must be some mistake! These can't be the questions", the French girl moaned, in great distress.

Gloating, Bea cooed, "Cat got your tongue now Anais? Hurry up with the questions and be a good sport." Anais took a deep breath and shook her head. Penny motioned to throw a bucket of chocolate over her and so the popstar had no other option but to begin. "Poppy first question, what is one plus two?" Poppy stood silently for a moment. What had she just heard? The question was ridiculous. Far easier than Yasmin's or Matty's from before. Realising it wasn't a joke, She replied, "Why three of course!" Picking up a custard pie, Penny smothered it all over Bea's cheering face, taking care to cover every last inch of her pale white skin.

"Right second question. How many days are there in a week?" Asked Anais, rather gloomily. "Seven, obviously", chortled Poppy before Penny slammed a chocolate pie over Bea's lovely head of hair. As Poppy had got two questions right, Arjan then threw a bucket of chocolate over Bea's shivering chest. The melted chocolate oozed down inside her bralette and over her breasts. But Bea didn't mind. It all came down to the final question. Should Poppy get it right, then Anais would finally take a trip into the gunge.

Reading the question to herself, Anais threw her cue card to the floor in disgust. Thinking up her own question, Anais asked, "Quel jeu de cartes est alement connu comme vingt-et-un?" Bea instantly stopped smiling, "Hey, that's not fair! Say the question in English. How is she supposed to get that?" But smirking, Anais simply didn't care.

Poppy stared blankly as she heard Anais repeat the question. Had she just said something in French? Poppy thought she recognised one word, cartes, which she presumed meant cards. She'd done French at school, but she'd never been that great. Trying to recall her French lessons from ten years before, it slowly dawned on Poppy that vingt-et-un was the French word for twenty-one. But what did cards have to do with the number twenty-one? Suddenly, she remembered back to the night before. She'd been playing pontoon with Summer and Yasmin, whereby the aim was to score exactly twenty-one. The model didn't have a clue about any of the other words, but this was a start. "Erm, pontoon?" she guessed, taking a complete stab in the dark. Anais' face fell, Poppy had somehow got the question correct. Galled, she nodded and Penny slapped a final custard pie across a cheering Bea's chest.

Still staring in disbelief at Poppy, Anais began, "So three correct answers means that I will in fact be taking a trip into the gunge. However, we would normally also gunge Poppy's nominee now, but since Yasmin isn't here, we'll have to make do with Poppy instead." Anais picked up a bucket of chocolate and tipped it over Poppy's grinning, unsuspecting face. Then, before anybody else could stop her, Anais picked up a shaving cream pie and threw it at Poppy from point blank range.

Startled, Poppy cried out, "Hey, I can't see!" "Here let me help you", replied Anais as she tipped a freezing bucket of water over Poppy's hair. "Wait!" cried out Arjan, but it was too late. "Poppy's wearing one of my roses. It has a hidden camera inside. It's not water proof, you've destroyed it!"

Penny, like Arjan was aghast. Her whole afternoon of scheming and plotting had been almost a total waste. She hoped that Tori had seen the photo of Poppy kissing Matty, but that would hardly help persuade Parvati to give her the promotion. Without the rose, Yasmin now held all the cards. She would have to get the second one back somehow, before the blonde teenager found out that her leverage was gone. Almost distraught, Arjan turned to Poppy and asked, "Hey, where did you get my rose from?" But before Poppy could answer, there came a loud, bellowing noise from Tori's dressing room door.
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In a rage, Parvati barged through Tori's door. Almost simultaneously, Bonnie slammed a coconut cream pie into Yasmin's delightful face. Parvati scanned the destroyed dressing room and screamed, "Tori, Bonnie, Yasmin, what on earth have you been doing?" Caught red handed, Bonnie put another custard pie back on the trolley from where it came. Tori meanwhile, left Mia still handcuffed to the shower and re-entered the room. Turning to Tori, Parvati demanded, "In ten minutes, I want you back on stage. No more excuses, now do as I say!" Ashamed, Tori wiped her brow with a handkerchief and cowering, turned towards her shoe rack to find a clean pair of shoes.

Parvati then turned towards Bonnie. "How dare you disappear for almost two hours for no reason at all? I should have you fired. You're supposed to be at work, not the beach, now get back to work." Dumbfounded, Bonnie stood open mouthed in shock, unable to move. Hearing the commotion, Penny, Arjan, Matty and Poppy came running through the door. Speaking first, Arjan began, "Parvati, what's going on?"

"Not now Arjan, not now." Parvati replied. Turning back to Bonnie, she exclaimed, "You know, I was really considering giving you the promotion, as you're the most highly skilled member of the crew. But I can't trust you, not anymore." Turning to Penny, Parvati continued, "Penny, I thought I told you to look after Yasmin. But I find she's been hiding in here for the past twenty minutes. Can I not trust anybody?" Suddenly worried, Penny grovelled, "Boss, I was with Poppy, like you asked. I can't look after two guests for an hour when I'm supposed to be at work. Plus, anyway, Yasmin ran away, what else was I supposed to do?"

Poppy nodded, to confirm that Penny was telling the truth. Yasmin had just betrayed her by nominating her to get gunged, so she would side with Penny to gain her revenge. Parvati eyed Yasmin up and down. "Hey, isn't that dress from our wardrobe? How dare you! It's not yours to wear?" But before Yasmin could reply, Parvati continued, "Plus, one of our security guards has accused you of assaulting him, you're a disgrace." Interjecting, as Parvati drew a breath, Poppy explained, "I hope I don't need to remind anyone that since I won the quiz, Yasmin as my nominator, now needs to be gunged." "Is that so?" asked Parvati, extremely pleased. "In that case, we better get her clean. Tori do you have any spare clothes that Yasmin can borrow?"

Rather cruelly, Tori picked out a pair of dark blue running briefs and a sports bra. "Perfect", cried Parvati before turning to Penny. "Could you help her get changed? This time, don't take your eyes off her, not even for a second." Tori passed the gym wear to Penny who then plucked the ruined rose from Poppy's hair before pushed a gaping Yasmin through into the bathroom once more.

Stepping inside, Penny almost dropped the sportswear in alarm. Carefully closing the door behind her, she whispered, "Well, well, well. There is a God after all." Wearing nothing but her knickers, Mia was still handcuffed to the shower and covered in layer upon layer of viscid, gooey gunge. Turning to Yasmin, Penny asked, "What on earth were you guys getting up to? I take it you don't have the key?" Yasmin shook her head and laughed as Mia tried to wriggle away from Penny who stroked her left forearm. "Don't worry", Penny continued as she bent down and unlocked a cabinet above the sink. Staring into Mia's eyes, Penny continued, "You needn't have got involved in mine and Yasmin's little agreement. I must say, I'm not too happy with you right now." In response, Mia shrugged and blew a raspberry at the steely blonde.

Handing Yasmin two large pots of marshmallow, Penny explained, "Whilst I fix the other shower, why don't you have a bit of fun? By the time I'm finished, I don't want to be able to see a single speck of Mia's skin. That includes down here", Penny added as she slapped Mia on the bum. "But leave the hair alone, I want that for myself. As Yasmin went to work on the second shower, reconnecting the pipe to the main waterworks, Yasmin eagerly scooped up a handful of marshmallows. Rubbing her hands across Mia's chest, Yasmin gleefully began to spread the white fluff all over her friend's glistening skin. Working her hands quickly up Mia's thighs, Yasmin began to tickle the poor brunette, who had to bite her lip to avoid crying out. Yasmin then lowered Mia's knickers down to her knees. Scooping up an extra-large dollop of marshmallow, Yasmin seductively smeared her hands across Mia's crotch and over the smooth contours of her behind. Pushing her knickers back up Mia's legs, Yasmin finished by smearing the marshmallow over Mia's cheeks, ears and chin.

Having finished reconnecting the shower, Penny stood back to admire Yasmin's work. "I must say, I'm quite impressed." Mia was indeed unrecognisable beneath the copious layers of spongey white sugar. "Yasmin, quickly have your shower, whilst I finish with our meddling friend", Penny demanded as she brought out two large jars of strawberry and raspberry jam. As Yasmin stripped off and began to wash the gunge and chocolate from her hair, Penny gleefully emptied the strawberry jam over Mia's own shining auburn locks. Massaging the jam over her nemesis' hair, Penny taunted, "This is for humiliating my sister." Wiping the raspberry jam over Mia's bedraggled face, Penny continued "And this is for trying to meddle with my affairs."

But to Penny's great surprise, Mia didn't seem remotely upset or concerned. Replying with all her spite, Mia countered, "Don't think that by coating me in marshmallow and jam that you've won. Yasmin's told me all about your little arrangement. Now I don't need to remind you that Yasmin still has one of the roses with you trying to blackmail Poppy recorded on it. All I have to do is scream and Parvati will come running in. You'll be out of a job for sure." "You wouldn't dare", snarled Penny in return. "Oh, I just might", sniggered Mia, enjoying turning the tables on the conniving blonde.

Yasmin meanwhile began to towel herself down with a particularly disgusting gunge spattered towel and slipped on her running briefs and sports bra. Noticing the ruined rose on the floor, Yasmin added, "I see that your rose took a hell of a beating. I'd be very surprised if it still worked. By the way, how long did you take to work out I had the second rose?" Turning back to Yasmin, Penny replied, "Almost an hour. Despite everything, I must say I'm impressed. I'm not easily beaten very often. You were a worthy opponent for sure." Handing Yasmin the rose, Penny added, "Just to make sure it's destroyed, why don't you wear it for your trip into the gunge?" Snatching the rose off Penny, Yasmin replied, "It will be my pleasure, now lead the way!"

Back in Tori's room, Parvati continued to uncontrollably rant and rave. Turning to Bonnie, she snarled, "Don't think I've finished with you yet!" Picking up the pie intended for Yasmin, Parvati smashed it into Bonnie's barely covered behind. Watching on in horror, Poppy gasped, having never seen this fierce, embittered side of her neighbour before. Continuing her tirade, Parvati picked up a bucket of red gunge and tipped it over Bonnie's grovelling head. "Look, I'm sorry, it won't ever happen again", Bonnie wailed as the gunge came cascading down over her face. Not yet satisfied, Parvati threw another bucket, of dark green slime, at the brunette's voluptuous chest. Picking up two shaving cream pies she then sandwiched Bonnie's head, before pouring a bucket of chocolate down her mostly clean shoulders and the small of her back.

Keen to put an end to the madness, Arjan interjected, "Parvati stop it! Bonnie's truly sorry. She's had enough." No sooner than Arjan had intervened, then Bill walked past the open door, pulling behind him a hand cart containing a large dustbin. Sensing an opportunity, Parvati demanded, "Bill, leave that here with me." Unaware of what was happening inside, Bill simply shrugged his shoulders and returned the way he came, leaving the hand cart and dustbin behind.

"Parvati, what are you doing?" asked Arjan, suddenly afraid. But his irate cousin simply ignored him. Marching over to the hand cart, she pushed it inside. "Bonnie, kneel down", she demanded. Thoroughly ashamed, Bonnie did as she was told. Struggling to lift the dustbin, Parvati turned to Arjan once again. "Help me here and I won't have either of you fired." Arjan looked at Bonnie who bravely nodded and the cousin did as he was told. Together with Parvati, they lifted the dustbin over Bonnie's head and covered her head to toe in cow manure which slapped down greedily upon her and all over Tori's utterly destroyed changing room floor. Bonnie screamed as she became enveloped in the disgusting slimy manure. The brown sludge spattered down over her hair and her shoulders, turning her entire body dark brown. Exhausted, Parvati snorted, "Bonnie, now you're forgiven."

Moments later, Penny and Yasmin marched back in from the bathroom. Noticing her sister humiliated and kneeling on the floor, Penny gawked, "Parvati, what on earth are you doing? I'll report you to the board for this, how dare you humiliate my sister!" Yasmin shook her head in disgust at Penny's brazen double standards. It was alright to cover Mia in marshmallow, but not okay to cover Bonnie in manure. Though, thinking it over, Yasmin had to admit that manure was clearly far worse.

"No, I don't think you will", replied Parvati. Penny froze. Had Yasmin already given her the rose? After another moment's suspense, Parvati added, "How about you keep quiet and I give you that promotion and pay rise that you've been banging on at me about for weeks? Deal?" Highly conflicted, Penny felt dreadful before glancing down at her sister and snorting, "Alright, deal. But Bonnie, Bill and Arjan all get a five percent pay rise too." "Deal", replied Parvati, without stopping to think. Suddenly, they all heard a crash in the hall. Peeking outside, Parvati found an abandoned trolley full of slime and pies and wheeled it inside. "Parvati, I've already told you, Bonnie's had enough", warned Arjan. "I know, but this isn't for her", Parvati replied, before launching a lemon meringue pie at Poppy. Smiling, Parvati squealed, "I've been wanting to do that for months. Poppy, you play your music far too loud, I've never had the courage to tell you before, but I can't stand you, not at all!" Poppy wiped the meringue from her eyes in shock. Parvati meanwhile flounced out the room with Penny and a nervous looking Yasmin following close behind.
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Casting aside the bralette and boy shorts that she had so humiliatingly had to endure all afternoon, Bea, barefoot, looked absolutely stunning in a deep plunge, red skater dress in jacquard. Braless, the edges of her breasts were more than visible beneath the thin material that scarcely covered her chest. Yet she was still wearing more than she had so far, all afternoon. Having had no time for a shower, Bea had simply wiped herself down, hence speckles of gunge were still visible within her auburn hair. With Bill making final adjustments to the dunk tank, Bea was ecstatic to be given the honour of gunging the treacherous Yasmin, one final time.

Turning to the audience, Bea began, "I hope you all remember Yasmin from before. She nominated her sister Poppy, who as we all know won the final quiz. So as punishment, Yasmin will receive one last trip into the gunge." Bea led Yasmin over to a smaller dunk tank ten metres away from the one that she had been plunged into before. Peering over the edges of the tank, the pretty blonde teenager gulped and trembled in fear. Instead of gunge, the tank was filled with rich, dark honey. Yasmin had barely any time to brush back her hair before Bea gleefully pulled down on a lever, catapulting the glorious teen into the golden honey below. Landing face first, Yasmin disappeared beneath the metre-deep pool of sweet nectar. Spluttering as she drew breath, Yasmin made the mistake of looking upwards, just as an onslaught of flour came raining down upon her, covering her stomach, chest and shoulders. Her humiliation complete, she slipped on the slippery floor of the tank below.

Rubbing her hands with glee, Bea looked over to Bill who smiled and gave her the thumbs up. The main tank was ready. It had taken her all afternoon, but finally, Bea was about to gain her revenge on Anais.
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Back in Tori's room, the raven-haired presenter fetched a night robe from her wardrobe and kindly wrapped it around Bonnie as she got back to her feet. Recognising Poppy, Tori then followed Parvati's example by picking up a banoffee pie and thrusting it into the blonde model's face. Rubbing the pastry over Poppy's cheeks, Tori exclaimed, "How dare you kiss my boyfriend, you little witch!" "Wait, I can explain", Poppy wailed, "I was being set up!" Poppy then began to tell Tori and Bonnie all about her run in with Penny before apologising to the pair.

Feeling rather confused, Matty turned to Poppy and bleated, "Why didn't you just say?" before picking up a large chocolate gateau and smashing it into Poppy's face. Smiling, Tori took Matty by the hand, and coyly kissed him on the cheek. "Don't think that you're out of the woods just yet. Wait till we get home", she rasped, before playfully pinching both sides of his chest.

Bonnie meanwhile looked sheepishly over to Tori. "Since we are all admitting our guilt, Tori there's something I would like to say. I knew that it wasn't Mia who was conspiring against us, I was just leading you on the entire way. You see, it wasn't Mia who texted in for Matty to be gunged, it was me. I'm sorry for lying to you both."

"No worries! I forgive you!" shouted Mia, listening in to the conversation whilst still handcuffed to the shower, through the door. Smiling, Bonnie shouted back. "Oh, one more thing. During the game of distraction, I did cheat. You were right, I did blink, but I wrote two separate actions down and only showed you the one!" "I knew it", exclaimed Mia, vindicated once again.

"Hey, so what can we do about Penny then? She's got away scot free", quipped Matty. Poppy replied, "We did have her blackmailing recorded on camera. But I'm afraid that it was broken when I was gunged. Penny put it in Yasmin's hair just before they left." "Wait, she can't have", added Bonnie. "I have the rose right here" she exclaimed pointing to the rose on the dressing table. "Listen, guys, I can explain", shouted Mia, before explaining how Yasmin had switched the roses twenty minutes ago. "So, this rose, has her confession on?" clarified Poppy. "Great, now let's switch on the TV. I don't want to miss Yasmin and Anais getting gunged."

Arjan meanwhile turned to Bonnie and suggested, "Hey, let's get you cleaned up." As Arjan took Bonnie by the hand, Bonnie replied, "I'd be honoured, but first I think I deserve my revenge for you showering me in manure." Taking hold of the trolley with her other hand, Bonnie pulled it in after her as the duo entered the bathroom and closed the door. Arjan had barely taken a step inside when he noticed Mia, standing half naked, handcuffed to the wall. "Oh yes, Mia spat out an olive, so she had to be gunged", Bonnie giggled. Turning to Arjan she demanded, "Now off with your clothes!"

But Arjan, glancing at Mia, wasn't too keen. "I can't, not with an audience." Bonnie snickered. "Arjan don't be such a prude. But hey, if you insist." Bonnie marched up to Mia, picked up a jelly and cream trifle and slammed it over her head. Wiping her finger over Mia's nose before tasting the jelly, Bonnie then emptied a bucket of dark blue gunge over Mia before leaving the bucket over her face. But Arjan still wasn't satisfied, being somewhat distracted by Mia's marshmallow smothered breasts. "Oh for goodness sake, Mia, put those away", Bonnie joked before taking hold off two shaving cream pies and slapping them against her chest, keeping the tin plates, that were covering her modesty, in place.

Finally satisfied, Arjan began to strip off his clothes. Down to his underwear, he took Bonnie in his arms. "Bonnie, I don't know why I've never told you before, but I love you." Arjan lent in to kiss her, only for Bonnie to slam a custard pie into his face. "Oh Arjan, I love you too. But no more flirting with silly popstars from now on, okay?" Bonnie teased, before handing Arjan a cherry cheesecake, which he ever so carefully pushed back into her nose.

Beginning to untie Bonnie's night robe, before letting it fall to the floor, Arjan continued, "Right, let's get you cleaned up." Naked once more, as Bonnie allowed Arjan to lead her to the second shower, she suddenly remembered, "We can't use this shower, Penny and I rigged it to spray mud, not water. I'm afraid it's not connected to the mains." "No, its okay, Penny fixed it", Mia muttered, the bucket still over her head.

Undeterred, Arjan pressed his body against Bonnie's chest as the brunette lent against the shower room wall. Beginning to kiss her, he clutched Bonnie's left breast in his right palm. Suddenly, he turned around confused as Mia exclaimed, "It's alright, carry on, don't mind me. Or you could find the keys to the handcuffs, if you like, instead!"

Meanwhile, watching Yasmin on the TV monitor squirm on the dunk tank stool, Matty remarked, "Hey, that's odd, the leaves of the two roses are different colours. It might be the TV monitor, but I'm sure one is brighter than the other." Matty took another glance at the rose on the dressing table. "Guys, I may not be the smartest, but I'm pretty sure that the rose on the table here was the one Poppy was wearing out in the corridor." Poppy took a closer look. "Hang on, I think you're right. So, if, this is the rose that was already broken, Yasmin must be wearing the other one" Poppy trailed off in horror as she watched Yasmin plunge deep into the tank of honey below. "I don't believe it", she wailed, before noticing Tori fidget uncomfortably with her dress. Putting the pieces of the puzzle together, Poppy stared at teenage actress incredulously. "Tori, when you handed Penny the gym gear, you didn't switch the roses round did you?" she asked infuriated. "Oh, well, I, yeah, I did", Tori stammered. "My sister Tatiana is coming to visit later, Penny promised to gunge her if I helped her out. She texted me earlier, asking for my assistance. You know Tatiana, don't you? Did she sleep with your ex? You have to admit it will be great to see her gunged!" Poppy was seething in rage. She would have exploded, had it not been for the faint hope of seeing her great, boyfriend shagging, nemesis finally getting what she deserved.
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Back on the studio floor, Anais nervously sat upon a small seat overlooking the giant, putrid gunge tank at the centre of the stage. Now bare foot, the cute blonde was still wearing the same light blue, hollow out, sleeveless lace dress as before. Smirking, as she glanced at Anais nervously shivering above the gunge tank, Bea began to read from the teleprompter just off the stage. "Now, there is no escaping the fact that Anais here is about to get gunged. I shall ask her a series of questions. For every one she gets wrong she will be covered in a mystery substance far more disgusting than the slime below. For every incorrect answer, she will also be moved up a level, until she reaches the summit, when she will be plunged into the dunk tank below. However, should she avoid reaching the top within one minute, I will also be gungedwait what?"

Bill jumped up on stage and led Bea into the gunge tank opposite Anais. The French girl cheered as Bill closed the door behind Bea and locked the teen inside. "Hey, this is unfair", complained Bea, until she noticed that the minute stopwatch had already begun to tick down. Reading out the first question, Bea began, "What does the word mephitic mean?" The brunette was thus relieved that the questions were far more difficult than they had been before.

"Erm, no idea. Evil?" Anais replied. "No, it means foul smelling and noxious, just like you'll be when you've plunged into the dunk tank!" exclaimed Bea as cold tomato soup began to rain down over Anais. The deluge lasted for a good eight seconds before her chair moved her up to the next level above. Laughing at her friend's misfortune, Bea cleared her throat before announcing, "Second question, which element has the chemical symbol NB?"

Taking a moment to think of an answer, it suddenly struck Anais that the longer she paused between answers, the more time she could waste, increasing her chances of sliming Bea at the end. But her bandmate had already read her mind and decided to speed the French girl up. "Sorry, you're out of time, the answer is of course Neodymium", Bea announced, pretending as if she knew the answer herself all along. Anais then made the mistake of looking upwards, just as mustard rained down upon her, sticking her blue bedraggled dress to her skin. After five seconds, her chair moved up to the next level and Bea, realising that she was running out of time, was already impatient to begin. "What is the square root of 441?"

Anais smiled. Whoever had written these questions, sure had a sense of humour. Anais had always been good at maths and she saw the irony in her answer. "It's vingt-et-un, twenty-one!" Bea snarled when she realised that Anais had got the third question correct. "Who was King of Scotland in" Bea began, before suddenly the buzzer sounded and indigo gunge came tumbling down upon her. The deluge lasted for over twenty seconds as gallons and gallons of purple slime fell upon the brunette and slide down her shoulders and inside her sleek, gorgeous dress. Her skin, stained violet, poor Bea took on the appearance of a giant blueberry. Slicking back her hair off from her face, she repeated, "Who was the King of Scotland in 1066?"

Being French, British history wasn't her strong point. But William the Conqueror had hailed from Normandy, so she went with him. "Sorry Anais, William the Conqueror was the King of England. The King of Scotland was Malcolm III." Anais cowered as she was blasted with ten seconds worth of mayonnaise. Once the deluge ceased she felt her seat rise up to the summit of the conveyor. Smirking, Bea announced, "Finally Anais, you shall get what you deserve!" Anais held her breath as her seat began to race down towards the gunge tank below. The blonde teenager disappeared completely under the surface of the dark blue gunge. Spluttering, she eased herself back up onto her knees only to be hit by a second spray of red gunge from above.

Wiping the gunge from her eyes, Anais turned to Bea and exclaimed, "Now it's come to my attention that you gunged poor Yasmin here without due course. The crew have told me that it wasn't in fact Yasmin who texted in asking for her sister to be gunged. It's only fair to the poor girl if you get punished for your mistake. Plus, Arjan has told me that you mouthed him one of the answers earlier and I don't call that playing fair."

Anais then glanced up above Bea, where Bill was standing on a step ladder, having opened up the top of Bea's gunge tank. "Are we still up for that drink tonight Bill?" "We sure am", replied Bill before emptying the contents of the dustbin into the gunge tank below. Bea screamed in horror as the thick, slimy substance pummelled against her skin. She was being covered in particularly vile cow manure that had been mixed with water before being emptied over her exquisite head.

Bea tried opening the door to the gunge tank, but it was locked, there was no escape. The dustbin now empty, Bill simply picked up a second bin and began to empty more manure over the unlucky brunette. Anais cheered as Bea's pretty features began to disappear below the thick layer of manure that coated her pale, white skin. Instantly regretting wearing such a low, plunging dress, Bea felt the manure splash down against her bare breasts. Hoping that she wasn't suffering a wardrobe malfunction, Bea looked down to her feet; already the manure was up to her knees.

The contents of a third bucket, brought the mound of manure level with the hemline of Bea's dress. Trying to smooth her dress down so that she didn't flash her knickers, Bea made the mistake of looking upwards and catching a large dollop of manure straight in the face. The audience collectively gasped as a fourth bucket brought the layer of manure almost level with her chest. Just then, Parvati came running wildly onto set. "Oh, for goodness sake, not again!" wailed Parvati as she smelt the odious stench of manure, float across the stage. Slamming the door to backstage against the wall, she smashed it straight into Rufus' oily face.

Staring at the trapped teenager, Parvati exclaimed, "Bill what are you doing?" Dumping a final dustbin of manure over Bea so that only her head and shoulders peaked out from under the mess, Bill exclaimed, "Bea was trying to flirt with Arjan. I couldn't have that, everybody knows that Arjan and Bonnie are meant to be together. Plus, she was awfully mean to Yasmin earlier so I promised her that she could have her revenge. Furthermore, I overheard that you were giving the promotion to Penny. This is my way of saying that you've made a dreadful mistake."

Treading carefully, Penny stood back as she opened the door of the gunge tank, taking care that no manure would wash over her as she helped the smothered teenager escape. Stepping out of the tank, Bea tried to wipe manure from her eyes when to her great surprise Anais turned one of the foam cannons upon her showering her head to toe in the pale white foam. Clearing the foam from her eyes, Bea dived into the gunge tank intending to smother Anais in the slimy cow manure and the foam. Instead, having now added a layer of blue slime to her messy humiliation, Bea was hit by another blast of foam by Anais causing her to topple over into the slime below. Standing up, Bea tried, and failed, to rip off Anais' dress. This proved to be a grave mistake. The strongest of the pair, Anais grappled with the brunette in the slime, before easily unhooking and lifting off her red dress.

Realising that she was wearing nothing but her knickers in front of an audience of over a hundred, Bea shrieked and crossed her arms across her chest. To her great displeasure, Bea sighed as Anais threw her dress over towards Yasmin. Bea splashed Anais with a handful of gunge before jumping up out of the tank and running after her dress. But to her horror, she slipped up on the greasy floor and tumbled into the smaller dunk tank, on top of the blonde teen, disappearing head first into the gooey, golden honey. Bea's breasts clattering into Yasmin's face, the blonde pushed the teenager off her chest. Instantly regretting her decision, Yasmin gasped in horror as a shower of chocolate rained down upon the pair from above.

Yasmin then chuckled as Bill poured a barrel of peanut butter over the unfortunate Bea. The buttery paste clung to her hair and slowly dribbled down her shimmering chest. But the blonde's joy was short lived as Penny snuck up behind her and tipped a bucket of manure over the back of her head. Yasmin screamed as the watery manure swamped down over her fringe. Penny then jumped out the way as Anais and Bill together aimed the two foam guns at the two unlucky teens. Thinking to herself, Anais was pleased with how the afternoon had panned out. Yes, she had ultimately been gunged, but Bea had been utterly humiliated and Leanne would be far from pleased. Any moment now, she was bound to come hurtling on to set, and Anais would be waiting for her, armed with a foam cannon and Bill with multiple buckets of gunge.

Once the onslaught finally came to an end, Penny tiptoed back up to Yasmin. "You sure look pretty today Yasmin", Penny cooed. "I especially love the rose; the emerald leaves perfectly compliment your blonde hair." Startled, Yasmin ripped the rose from her fringe. "Oh no", she sighed as she realised that Penny had switched the roses back in Tori's room. She no longer had any evidence against Penny, the blonde was in the clear. Gloating as she saw the flicker of realisation spread across Yasmin's face, Penny snarled, "Nobody gets the better of me, they don't even get close." Laughing, Penny slammed two custard pies into Yasmin's angelic, though rather dishevelled face. Wrapping the cake tins around the teenager's cheeks, Penny added, "But I have to admit, you gave it a good try. Better luck next time pet. Oh, before I forget, Mia might need these." Penny then threw the keys to Mia's handcuffs into the tank of honey. "By the way", Penny continued. "I thought I ought to know. It wasn't Summer who nominated you to be gunged at the beginning, it was your sister all along!"

Chuckling to herself, Penny reflected on her hard day's work. Admittedly, not everything had gone to plan, but she'd earned that promotion and Anais, Bea, Yasmin, Poppy and Mia had all got what they thoroughly deserved. Somehow, Tori, like Penny had more or less escaped clean. Penny would deal with that later. But for now, she turned to Bill, she shouted, "Hey, I take it that you've heard, I'm your new boss. For your first task, I desperately need your assistance. I've got a promise to keep; let's go gunge Summer!"