Nemesis: Chapter 41

Having spent longer than expected having a heart to heart with her girlfriend in the showers, Ava, with her dark auburn hair flowing loosely behind her, slapped Mia playfully on the bum. This gesture was warmly reciprocated by her partner, who wiggled her bum as she casually sauntered towards hair and make-up. If Ava was attempting to speed her up, it wasn't working. Mia was too wrapped up in the moment to worry about television deadlines. As Mia jerked her hips, Ava let her middle and index fingers linger on the lining of her lover's black skirt. Locating the tip of Mia's coccyx, Ava traced her fingers up and back down the small gap between Mia's pert buttocks. Her sweet spot activated; the eighteen-year-old Mia purred in delight as her partner lovingly caressed her. She spun round, her light brown locks lifting as she turned, and kissed Ava on the lips. As the taller and more dominant partner in the relationship, Ava soon took control and cradled Mia's neck and head in her palm as she leant forward towards her. The elder girl had just begun to kiss Mia on the neck when the agitated lady in charge of hair and make-up coughed loudly and ushered them into her parlour.

Before today, their older sisters, Sophie and Rosie, had never actually met. Keen to make up for lost time, Sophie was determined to befriend Rosie, who at two years her junior, was the same age as Ava, her younger sister. Yet, Rosie seemed so much more mature than her childish younger sibling. On the surface, the two women had much in common: both were blonde, athletic and slightly conceited. Both extremely beautiful, Rosie and Sophie were seen as high achievers by their friends and families, causing extreme jealousy on behalf of their younger sisters. Furthermore, though Rosie would not like to admit it, they were easily their parent's favoured child, Sophie especially.

There was one key difference between the pair today however: self-confidence. Rosie appeared to Sophie as brash, sanguine and completely in control. Though Sophie overestimated Rosie's real emotions, she rightfully recognised Rosie's ultra-competitive spirit and her unquenchable desire and determination to triumph, whatever the challenge that lay before her. Sophie, in contrast, her nerves fluttering, couldn't remember why on earth she had suggested to Ava that they appear on the show in the first place. Though Ava, like Rosie, was in line for a heavier humiliation, Sophie had a sinking feeling, deep in her chest, that she was the one ultimately destined for the greater ignominy and abasement. Sophie knew that her husband Darren didn't approve of the show, or her sister for that matter. Furthermore, he hadn't seemed to have taken a liking to Mia either.

Sophie hoped that she wouldn't embarrass him by bringing shame upon herself. But, she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She was an independent woman, she shouldn't worry about what others thought of her, certainly not her husband, who should love her regardless. Furthermore, he hadn't even condescended to come and watch her. He had complained about not being able to get time off work, but she knew the truth, he didn't want to come, it was beneath him. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps this was beneath her too. "No", she thought to herself, "Don't be a prig. Stop worrying, you're a star, you can win this."

Rosie might be intimidating, but her sister Mia wasn't in the slightest. She had already beaten her in a practice game and she would beat her again. Sophie put all of her negative thoughts in a box and buried them deep inside her subconscious, like a neurosis. For the time being, at the very least, they were no longer of concern. Sophie looked over at Rosie once more. She was glad that she was the one wearing the light green chiffon blouse and white skirt; Rosie's light blue tunic top and black legging combination, didn't suit her half as well. Sophie felt that in this very moment that she was the one who was the most attractive, the one towards whom all the men would fixate their stare. Now, if she knew young attractive women like Rosie well at all, Sophie figured that this would gnaw away at her.

Rosie meanwhile, found Sophie's attempts to initiate conversation very off putting. Rosie had wanted to use the time gifted to her by her sister's dilly-dallying to work out which games they would be playing throughout the show. She had done her research and had diligently watched hours and hours of footage from the Japanese version of the gameshow. Unlike Mia, she was well prepared. Sophie was simply getting in the way. She looked like she was having second thoughts. Rosie could sense that Sophie was eyeing her up, analysing her, trying to gain the upper hand. She appeared to be posing, jutting out her chest and pursing her lips. Heaven knows what for, she was already married wasn't she? Who was she trying to impress? Perhaps she was trying to intimidate her. But it wouldn't work. Sophie was trying too hard. Yes, she was attractive, but who cares? As long as her boyfriend Mike didn't stop and stare, she didn't care whatsoever.

Rosie felt that in another situation, Sophie and herself might become friends; but not today. If she became too friendly with her, she might lose her competitive edge. Rosie was smart enough however, to realise that the better that Sophie did, the better chance she had of beating Mia. If only Sophie was listening to the subtle hints that she was trying to send her way, instead of babbling on about her new apartment. Rosie smiled sweetly and looked over the contraptions on the stage. The car wash, she had seen before. Though if she remembered correctly, it hadn't been used for a game, but as a punishment. An evil realisation flickered on Rosie's lips. A few weeks ago, in conjunction with the belligerent journalist Abi, she had set up a petition for her sister Mia to be gunged, on the gameshow website. Rosie hadn't heard anything back from the show's producers, though she had taken care to mask her involvement. But wouldn't it just be fantastic if instead of gunging Rosie, the producers slimed her sister!

Rosie looked down at her outfit. Her tunic barely fell below her waist, she would have to be careful to avoid bending over. Her black leggings were very tight, they brilliantly accentuated the comely shape of her pert bum. Hopefully, when the gameshow began in earnest, she would get the chance to change out of them. For one thing, they itched badly and were very smothering. As much as she felt the urge, Rosie resisted the temptation to reach down and scratch her behind. For she knew that once she started, she would not stop, which was hardly ideal for someone about to go on national television.

Finally, out of hair and make-up, Mia and Ava gleefully approached their sisters. A photographer, who Mia instantly recognised as Graham, who used to work with that awful journalist Abi, took a few quick photographs of the four of them together. The final photo saw Rosie and Sophie pose with their hands on their younger sister's shoulders, who were crouching down in front of them. As Ava bent forward, Graham could just make out the top of her breasts. Soft and peachy, they were a pure delight. In his eyes, the dark brunette was by far the most attractive of the women. He never really went for the blonde bimbo look, which Sophie especially, appeared to going with. Graham had to battle hard to fight the temptation to stare at Ava's chest. He knew that behind the gaze of the camera, nobody would ever notice. But he wasn't a pervert, he was a decent bloke. So, despite the aching temptation, he resisted. But boy, did he wish that Ava would lose the gameshow. Gentleman or not, he clamoured for the opportunity of filming her covered and dripping in gunge. Who wouldn't?

Tori, the pale skinned, black haired, eighteen-year-old actress approached the four of them carrying a large custard pie. Tori, was today's special co-host and had so far not endeared herself to any of the crew. She'd demanded the largest dressing room, over co-host Aiko, on the grounds of being the biggest star. Graham was surprised that the Japanese beauty had agreed to her request. Nevertheless, Aiko had in turn demanded that the wall between two of the smaller rooms be knocked through creating a larger one for herself. But this meant that the four contestants had had to share one between them. It was a good job that they were all women. Having previously worked with the tiresome and duplicitous Abi, Graham was used to dealing with vamp like women such as Tori. Tori used her good looks and firm bosom to always get what she desired. She toyed with men, especially the paparazzi, who were keen to take intrusive photos of her when she was at her most vulnerable. Young girls like Tori enjoyed the thrill of the chase, but were ill prepared to deal with the consequences.

Normally, Tori was very careful, she kept the paparazzi on a leash. But things would always spiral out of control whenever she was out with her co-star Daisy. The two girls together, drunk and debauched, were a photographer's dream. Out partying with Daisy, Tori's would forget all her troubles in the world. But she would also leave her senses at home. Only last week, as they were leaving a club, Daisy had poured a bottle of white wine over Tori's raven coloured hair. The teenager foolishly danced and posed to the cameras. Tori sensed that everyone on the crew had seen the photos in the national papers. She felt their prying eyes judge her, every time she passed them. True to form, Daisy hadn't thought to even apologise to her younger friend. She was nominally the louder, brasher of the pair; the centre of attention whenever and wherever they went out together. The cameras were really pointing at her, not Tori, but the teenager simply didn't realise. Without Daisy, without her boyfriend Matty, Tori was simply window dressing, nothing but meat in the room. That's why her agent had encouraged her to come on the show. To branch out from Matty and Daisy and make a name for herself, away from the nightclubs. Tori reminded herself that Daisy wasn't here, now was her time to shine. But yesterday hadn't gone to plan. Her co-host Aiko, like Daisy before her, had humiliated her. Without meaning to, her nerves getting the better of her, she took her frustration out on the stage hands and cameramen, like Graham, who were simply trying to help. She bossed them around as if she really was the real deal, when in fact she had no real authority or need. Graham was sure that this aloofness would come back to haunt her. But he felt it was a shame, because he'd previously only ever heard good things about the girl. He glanced over at her as she approached him. She looked remarkably young; she was only eighteen after all.

Almost skipping as she walked, Tori placed the custard pie down on the floor directly in front of the four girls posing for Graham. Sophie jumped in fear and apprehension. The pie was slightly closer to Ava than anybody else, might she pick it up and pie her? Why was it there? Sophie closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. She heard her sister scoop down, and so tensed her body, drawing her arms into her breasts. Instinctively, she jerked sideways to move out of the way. Suddenly, she heard a loud splat and squelch, closely followed by tittering and laughter. Had she just been pied? She hadn't felt it. Slowly opening her eyes, Sophie saw, to her great relief, that her sister had instead smashed the pie against Mia. Custard dripped off her cheeks and onto the floor, her neck jutting out so that the custard mercilessly avoided dripping down onto her pristine blue blouse. The yellow sludge dribbled down her forehead and over her eyes. Ava gave her a quick peck on the cheek and her chortle almost rivalled that of Rosie's raucous bellow. Sophie gave a sigh of relief and even afforded herself a little smile. She was sure that Ava would pie her, her sister must really be besotted with the teenager, for why else could a younger sibling resist the temptation to pie their elder sister?

Graham gave Tori a disapproving look. Didn't she know, Mia and Rosie were due to go on stage in two minutes? The brunette wouldn't have time to go to hair and make-up again. It was a miracle that her blouse wasn't ruined. Graham passed Ava a towel who then proceeded to gently wipe the custard from off her girlfriend's face, but not before cheekily licking her left cheek. Graham was angry with Tori, who was simply standing there, laughing and completely oblivious to the trouble she had caused. She was not endearing herself to him at all. Out of curiosity, he had a look at the photos that he was taking as the madness ensued. To his surprise, they were surprisingly vivacious, and not blurry at all. Though Sophie admittedly appeared to be grimacing in a couple of them. He had to give Tori credit; these were great photos. He patted her on the back and thanked her. His old pal Abi would be proud of her too, for she hated the teenage brunette. She loved it whenever Mia was taken down a peg. Tori skipped off to go to look for Aiko, fully expecting that someone else, Graham probably, would clean up after her. Ava finished wiping the custard of Mia's face. "Good luck pumpkin", she whispered as she patted Mia on the bum one final time. Ava and Sophie were ushered over to the other side of the stage as Mia and her sister were given one final run through of proceedings before the show was due to begin.

Having found her co-host, Aiko and Tori ran on stage together. Japanese beauty Aiko was wearing a figure-hugging pink dress which reached down just below her knees. Her dark brown hair had been curled slightly, making her look far more alluring and mischievous than the day before. Full of confidence, she finally felt at home in front of the cameras. If she was feeling apprehensive, it was the fact that the production crew had yet to try to gunge her. Furthermore, her co-host Tori and the girl group Dazzle, who were still loitering around somewhere, were sure to want their revenge. Aiko had wanted to look stylish and sophisticated, and was beginning to regret insisting on her co-host showing off a great deal more flesh. For Graham had been mistaken, it wasn't Tori's choice to show as much skin as she did. It wasn't in her true nature to act like a vamp. Aiko had wanted the raven-haired beauty to feel more nervous and self-conscious than herself, thus diminishing her stage presence. Thus, Aiko would take centre stage. But much to Aiko's disappointment, Tori simply looked stunning. As an actress, Tori was in fact far more in tune with the camera than Aiko could have ever imagined. The teenager was wearing a purple scuba skater dress with a plunging neckline that revealed the edges of her breasts. The backless dress further emphasised her gorgeous bone structure and her flowing curly black hair that fell just below her shoulders.

Tori had enjoyed the previous day's filming, up to a point. She relished the challenge of presenting in front of a studio audience, it certainly beat the drudgery of repeating the same corny lines over and over. But she was still upset at being set up for the gunging yesterday, when she had been repeatedly promised that she would remain clean, for at least the first day of shooting. Having got messy a few times now, she didn't mind the cool slimy gunge running down her body, but what did annoy her was the loss of power and control. She didn't like being lied to, she hated being tricked.

As part of the power couple on the set of her show, Tori and Matty had ruled the screens for the past few years. But ever since her producer had insisted on splitting them up on screen, she had felt her power suddenly ebb away. Co-stars Daisy and Nate were now the ones in control. Furthermore, Matty even had a new on-screen girlfriend, Leony, known in the papers as "The blonde stunner." The paparazzi were far more interested in her these days. If she hadn't had had the bottle of wine poured over her last week, she doubted that she would have even been in the papers. Tori reflected that her fifteen minutes of fame were fleeting, they were coming to an inevitable closure. Co-hosting the gameshow was supposed to re-energise her career. But it looked very much like that she had been set up by her agent. Tori had enjoyed humiliating the brunette Bea in the stocks and had gleefully ensured that Marie had got a thorough gunging by throwing their game yesterday too. She had to admit it; the power did go to her head. Her inner bitch had reared its ugly head once more. But with Aiko in tow, it was clear who was in charge. It wasn't the teenager. Nevertheless, Tori was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to gunge the pretty girls who were about to go up on stage.

Mia looked the two hosts up and down. Instantly she noticed that Tori wasn't wearing a bra. The raven-haired girl's top ruffled as she moved, enabling Mia to catch a glimpse of the side of her breasts. Mia liked what she saw. Mia had to be careful not to stare too long. Fortunately, Tori and more importantly Ava, appeared not to notice. Mia looked down at her own chest. Immediately she realised that her red bra was noticeably visible underneath the thin material of her blue blouse. Bianca and the others had tricked her! Rosie suppressed a chuckle as she realised that her younger sister had only just now cottoned on to their prank. Her tunic top was far more suitable for television, her white bra would never get picked up by the cameras. Catching her sister's eye, the blonde glanced down at Mia's chest to make sure that she was aware of their trickery. Mia bit her lip in mock disgust and smoothed down the sides of her blouse.

Aiko could also see the faint outline of a bra through the thin material of Mia's blouse. Suddenly, a wicked idea flashed through her brain. "Hey, Mia, why don't you undo the top button of your blouse? We can't have Tori being the only one showing off a bit of cleavage, can we?" Dumbfounded, Mia stood motionless as her sister grasped at the opportunity to expose more of her flesh. "How about undoing another one?" Tori chimed in, keen to upstage her rival. The teenage host strode over to Mia and bent forward to unhook the second button of the girl's blouse. As she bent over, Tori exposed the top of her own chest to Mia who took great pleasure in looking down upon her. Their eyes meeting, Tori blushed. Watching jealously from the sides, Ava took careful note of this fleeting, rather prescient, interaction.

With Parvati, the director, satisfied with the modifications to Mia's attire, she gave the cue for filming to begin. Aiko and Tori stood in front of a table elegantly arranged as if they were preparing for a dinner party. Mia knew that this was just an illusion. The teenager very much doubted that she would escape the segment clean. But what she didn't know, and couldn't wait to find out, was who exactly would be the unlucky stooge. Mia looked over at Aiko and Tori. Aiko seemed the least confident, almost ill at ease with herself. Maybe the Japanese host knew that she was about to be gunged. Or perhaps she was simply flustered by the scale of what lay ahead.

Having finally calmed herself down at her immature co-host's foolish distractions, Aiko cleared a lump in her throat and was ready to begin. "So, Tori, are you looking forward to meeting our first set of contestants?" she pondered, turning to her co-host as she spoke. "Aiko, I can't wait. I wonder what despicable deed requires punishing" Tori replied, gently brushing strands of hair off her left cheek as she spoke. Tori slyly glanced offstage, to where Mia and Rosie were standing. They were about to receive their cue to come on, but Arjan, a stage hand, appeared to be blocking them. He was whispering something in Rosie's ear. Rosie smiled and then covered her mouth as she whispered back, her prying younger sister seemingly unable to hear.

Just as Tori began ponder the significance of what she saw, her co-host suddenly went off script. "Don't worry Tori, look, I can show you" Aiko purred, sassily. Aiko turned to her right, picked up a large chocolate pie from off the table and launched it straight at poor Tori's face. Aiko threw the pie with every last sinew of her strength. Tori had never been hit by anything so ferocious before. Tori let out a muffled scream as the dark chocolate filling stubbornly stuck to her cheeks and forehead as the crust slipped seductively down her chin. Pie filling swelled down her neck and over the top of her chest. A look of horror swept through Tori's face as she realised that it was she who was being set up. It wasn't Rosie or Mia; it was poor little Tori once again. She scraped the pie from her eyes and whimpered as Aiko picked up a bucket of raspberry sauce and slowly tipped it over her chocolatey head. The thick sauce fell with such force that it began to wash away the chocolate previously coating her face. Tori was temporarily blinded as the red sauce cascaded over her eyes like a waterfall at its base. The viscid dessert, combined with slithers of her pale skin, gave her face the appearance of a giant peach. She would cry, but her tear ducts were glugged with syrupy sauce. The raspberry ran down her neck and onto the top of her chest, pooling over the very top of her breasts. Sensing a well-deserved opportunity for revenge, Tori shook her hair frantically, almost catching the smirking Aiko unawares as the raspberry sauce fortuitously landed inches away from her dress.

Rattled, Aiko took a deep breath before gloating, "You see Tori, our first victim is accused of getting her younger sister all messy. Let's give a warm welcome to our first contestant Mia and the unlucky victim Rosie, her elder sister." The crowd roared with approval as Mia bounded on stage, with Rosie theatrically trudging on behind her.

Aiko then turned to Mia and announced, "So Mia, would you like to quickly introduce yourself?" Having finally been able to tear her eyes away from the spectacular sight of the glutinous Tori, the brunette shrilly replied, "Hi everyone, I'm Mia and I'm eighteen years old. I am currently on a gap year and will be starting a degree in English at University in September. I work as a waitress and my favourite hobbies are sunbathing, reading and shopping." Aiko smiled and nodded rather condescendingly. "So, Mia, who would like to get your revenge on and why?" Briefly glancing over at her ever-confident sister, Mia replied, "Well Aiko, I would like to get my revenge on my older sister Rosie because she humiliated me by slamming a large pie into my face."

Tori then turned to speak to Rosie, but with her cute face still coated in raspberry sauce, spluttering, she struggled to annunciate her words. "Sorry Tori" Aiko gloated. "I don't think Rosie could hear you. I think we need to clean you up before you continue with your interview." Before Aiko had even finished speaking, a torrent of cold water rained down upon Tori washing away a large proportion of the raspberry sauce. The teenager screamed as the cool liquid flooded her bare skin. The water seeped straight through her purple dress and tickled her snug breasts. A piece of chocolate pie stubbornly clung onto the tip of her nose however, emphasising her now rather child-like appearance.

Rosie meanwhile, tried to lean out of the way of the water as it hit Tori straight on the top of her head. The water leapt off from Tori's slight frame and charged towards her blonde interviewee. But having reacted quickly enough, following a tip off from Arjan, all she received was a splash of water on her right wrist. "Much better, don't you think?" Laughed Aiko as Tori squeezed liquid out of her sodden hair. "But Tori, I'm afraid that your guest has been rather rude. One rule we have on our show is that nobody should ever try to avoid getting messy. If they do, they must be punished. Pretty Rosie here, just tried to move out of the way of your shower. Before you carry on with your interview, I reckon you should teach her a lesson." Mia chortled in glee as Rosie realised far too late that Arjan had tricked her into getting messy. For he had warned her to lean out of the way whenever Aiko offered to help Tori get clean. Tori didn't need a second invitation. She picked up a custard filled pie and eased it into the blonde girl's face. Tori rubbed it up and down until every last inch of the beauty's face was covered. She kept the pie crust locked firmly against Rosie's dainty features, until the pastry crumbled in her grasp. Enjoying herself, Tori picked up a bucket of green gunge and quickly poured it over the top of Rosie's head. The slime splashed down, dome like, over Rosie's blonde locks, before splattering over the top of her blue tunic. Her top was ruined, but Rosie at least felt great relief in choosing to wear her white bra. Despite the slime, it still wasn't visible underneath the thin tunic, which with her silky blonde locks, bore the brunt of her humiliation. Mia couldn't contain her delight. She had been worried that Rosie might just escape the entire show clean, but she had barely lasted two minutes before getting messy. Rosie rung the green slime from her hair and flicked it at Tori, who passively let the gunge strike her midriff.

Once they had both calmed down, Tori finally began her interview of the pretty blonde. "So, Rosie, quickly tell us about yourself. Plus, is what your little sister said about you really true?" Taking care to face the camera and not her interviewer, Rosie impetuously replied, "Hi guys, I'm Rosie. I'm twenty years old and I'm a nurse. Underneath all this disgusting slime, I'm just a regular girl. I enjoy going to the gym, taking trips to the park and painting." Pausing for a breath, Rosie turned to her sister and smiled. Continuing, Rosie announced, "Now Tori, I'm afraid that it's true, I did pie Mia, but she fully deserved it. You see, without any provocation whatsoever, she had tried to squirt me with whipped cream first." "Well that's interesting" exclaimed Tori. "Now Aiko tried to show me what you did to poor Mia earlier. Was her demonstration close to reality?" "I'm afraid not", Rosie sighed. Tori suddenly realised that she had just been the agent of her own downfall. She had only just provoked Rosie into wanting to gain her sweet revenge and she'd just given her the perfect excuse to exact it. Eyeing up the table behind her, Rosie saw an encouraging nod from Parvati greedily made haste.

"Tori, I never shoved a chocolate pie into my cute younger sister's pretty little face. Aiko was wrong. But I did slam a delicious looking lemon meringue onto her nose, just like the one that we have right here. Rosie picked up the pie and threw it with great force into Tori's face. If anything, Rosie's arm was stronger than Aiko's. Tori's nose would be very sore the next day. Feeling impish, Rosie scooped up as much lemon and meringue from off Tori's face as she could gather and lifted up the teenager's right arm. Rosie then slammed the messy mixture into Tori's armpit before forcing her arm back down again before Tori could react. The squelch was unlike anything Rosie had ever heard before. It sounded like Tori had farted meringue.

Continuing, Rosie bragged, "I then picked up a jug of cream and emptied it all over Mia." Tori flinched, awaiting the onslaught. Cold cream slowly began to dribble down her face, far slower than she had expected. Thinking Rosie to have almost finished, she made the mistake of glancing slightly upwards. Rosie seized the opportunity to upturn the whole remainder of the jug over Tori's unprotected forehead and cackled in delight. Poor Tori couldn't help but swallow a few gulps of cream as she stood humiliated and aghast. Jibing, Rosie continued, "Then to end my fun I picked up a bottle of raspberry sauce and squirted it over everywhere that was still clean." Rosie proceeded to annihilate Tori with the bottle of raspberry sauce on the table and rubbed it all over the teenager's face, arms and bare shoulders. Rosie however, resisted the temptation to massage it in, all over her breasts. Tori summoned up all her remaining courage to hold back her tears. She hated the blonde, more than she could ever imagine it was possible to despise a fellow human being, if that was even what she was. A devil with blonde hair, fitted her description better.

Aiko sheepishly re-entered the stage. Rosie had destroyed the teenager far greater than Aiko had been led to believe. "Wow, thank you for that entertaining reconstruction. But I think it's time that Tori and Rosie got cleaned up, don't you?" Gallons of cold water descended from the ceiling, drenching the two messy women on stage. The water seeped into Rosie's tunic. Mia looked over at her sister. To her great delight, she could see the faint outline of her bra, as her tunic clung to her skin. Mia made a gesture towards her own chest to make Rosie fully aware. No longer caring about saving her blushes, Rosie squeezed her cupped hands against her breasts. Water swam down her top and out over her leggings. Tori would laugh, but she too was still dripping and freezing. Having gone without a bra, her erect nipples were visible through her purple dress. It would not be long before at least one of the cameramen would notice and zoom in on her once more.

Aiko turned her attention back to Mia. "So, Mia, do you think that your sister deserves to take a trip into our slimy, stinky gunge tank, simply because she made you a little messy?" Not noticing the reticence in Aiko's voice, Mia eagerly replied, "I sure do. I can't think of anyone more deserving of being slimed than my mean, nasty, smelly sister. Can you?" "Hmm do you really think so? Replied Aiko. "You see, from what I've heard, you tried to get your sister messy first. Is that right?" "Well yes, because she kept on trying to avoid getting messy to begin with. She takes far too much pride in her own appearance; her vanity couldn't handle a little bit of mess. So, I wanted to teach her a lesson." Mia replied with great gusto. Her comments were rather tongue in cheek, especially since her sister, standing beside her, was already dripping in gunge. "Sure thing duck" Aiko replied condescendingly. "Now let's all watch your promo video, to try to shed some more light on the matter."

The audience hooted in laughter as they watched Mia's numerous humiliations. As the video played, Rosie wiped her slimy hands on the back of Mia's brown flowing hair. Mia felt suddenly self-conscious at the risqunature of some of the clips, she had forgotten that she had revealed a naively brave amount of bare skin. Mia giggled as she saw herself get slimed one final time. Throughout the video, Tori continued to try to wring water from her soaking hair. She sorely hoped that Mia would gain her revenge on her glamorous older sister. The problem being however, that following the promo video the audience didn't seem to be on the younger sister's side. They wouldn't be cheering her on, encouraging her when she was down. They would side with the elder sibling instead. For thought the video clip was clearly an over exaggeration, it painted Mia out to be rather flaky and immature. Rosie in contrast appeared level headed, like the girl next door. Despite her sister's high-pitched protestations, Rosie didn't appear in the slightest stuck up or vain.

Once the video had finally finished, Aiko turned to speak to the teenager once again. "Well that was truly something Mia, you're clearly desperate in your quest to gain your revenge. But there's just one problem. As you know, we've been promoting the show for a couple of weeks now. Our loyal audience have known about your desire for vengeance for a while and there's an air of discontent. A campaign on our website is complaining that your excuse for wanting to gunge Rosie just isn't good enough. It claims that Rosie was simply defending herself and the reason our next contestant wants to gunge her sister is far, far worse." Mia gulped, she blushed as every eye in the studio turned its judging gaze towards her. Was she about to be kicked off the show? Was everything that she had planned and dreamt about going to come crashing down before her, before she had even begun? Her lip quivered and she looked over towards her sister for support. But to her surprise, Rosie was not in the least concerned. Clearly, she knew something that Mia did not. Aiko spoke up once again, "But don't worry, I'm not about to throw you off the show. That's the last thing I want to do. But you need a better reason for wanting to gunge your sister." Mia was now regretting holding back on all the annoying things that her sister had ever done to her in the application form. She could see where this was heading.

Aiko carried on speaking, "So in order for Rosie to deserve being gunged, we are going to have to help her carry out the vilest, most disgusting humiliation that has ever been broadcast on television. Only then will Mia gain the right to wreak her revenge." Mia, suddenly feeling a lot better, despite the daunting prospect that lay ahead. She bit her bottom lip and blushed, before declaring, "Bring it on." Tori turned to speak to the audience before walking over to the apparatus that held Mia's messy fate. "Mia will be at the mercy of her sister as she takes a trip through the dreaded car wash. There are ten messy substances waiting to rain down on Mia. Rosie will be asked in turn whether she is willing to empty the messy contents over her sister. The ten substances are disgusting but they are not half as bad as what Rosie will receive should she lose the gameshow overall. Now, for every substance that is emptied over Mia, the opposing team will gain five points. So it is in Rosie's best interest to empty every box over her sister. However, as all us girls know, there is a strong bond between sisters. Rosie may decide to spare her sibling some of the more disgusting substances. But there is a catch. For every substance that Rosie decides to spare her sister, Rosie must take off an item of clothing. Now shoes don't count, so Rosie would you kindly remove your heels before we begin."

Rosie was shocked by the very real notion that she could soon be in a state of undress. She would never knowingly agree to that. She remembered being vaguely distracted by Sophie's vacuous twaddle when she was reading through the show's terms and conditions. She must have missed the small print. But she felt safe in the knowledge that her modesty was in her own hands, why would she spare her sister any of the messy substances? Surely, they couldn't be that bad. Tori's words were just idle bravado.

Aiko, took over from Tori as Rosie carefully removed her shoes. Rosie didn't dare bend over too far, since her soggy tunic was so short. She felt like a robot as she stiffly bent forwards. "Now as this game is all about humiliation, Rosie gets to decide just how many clothes Mia gets to wear during her trip through the car wash. But should she decide to let Mia keep all her clothes on, then Mia automatically receives fifty points." This put Rosie in a quandary. She remembered back to the day when they shot the promo video, where she criticised Mia for showing too much flesh. Could she stoop to this new hypocritical low? Could she really humiliate her sister on the television? But then again, wasn't that exactly what Mia was intending to do to her herself? Rosie just couldn't make up her mind. A moment passed. The audience, eagerly awaiting her reply, in their disquietude began to grow restless. Eager to speed Rosie along, Aiko interjected; "For every item of clothing that Mia removes, I'll let you pour a mystery bucket over Tori's head."

Tori screeched "What" in impetuous surprise. But her protests were drowned out by Rosie suddenly clamouring that Mia take off two items of clothing. Mia blushed as her sister sealed her fate. She looked around for Ava offstage, in order to give her the courage and strength. Ava however seemed somewhat subdued and distracted, just like the last time that she had visited the studios, the second time that they had met. Forcing a smile, Ava gave Mia an encouraging nod before quickly breaking her gaze. What on ever could be the matter? Rosie, meanwhile felt ashamed of herself, but it was far too late. Mia was afforded the privacy of standing behind a screen as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt. She dawdled as she did so, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. Trying to calm herself, she held the back of her neck in her palms, she could feel her pulse quicken as she stood hidden and concealed, from the audience braying for her return.

Rosie meanwhile picked up the first of two buckets from off the table behind her. She glanced down at its contents and smiled. She strode over towards Tori, smirked and emptied the bucket of red tabasco pepper sauce over the poor teenager. Tori screamed as the sauce oozed down her hair, coating it in thick gloop and merging with the remnants of what remained from before. Not knowing what it was, Tori tried to lick the sauce off her lips. The instant she did so, she coughed, causing her to jerk her head out of the way of the remainder of the bucket.

Instantly, Tori realised her mistake. Aiko nodded to Rosie who picked up a large tiramisu and slammed it into the teenager's face. The mascarpone stuck to her nose and cheeks, giving her the appearance of an amateurish clown. Tori usually loved tiramisu, when she wasn't on a diet. Without thinking, she licked her lips a second time. But the tabasco sauce inevitably failed to complement its rich creamy flavour. Revolted, Tori spat the tiramisu onto the floor. She scrunched up her face and waggled her tongue in disgust. As he stood filming the girl, Graham knew instantly that this would be one of the lasting images of the entire show.

Rosie, keen to continue her humiliation, eagerly chose a second bucket. But instead of pouring it over Tori's head, she scooped the gloopy guacamole out and wiped it over Tori's heaving cleavage. Rosie felt Tori's heartbeat quicken as she traced her palm over the raven haired girl's chest. Taking Tori by surprise, Rosie then grabbed her by her hair and thrust her face deep down into the bucket. Forgetting herself, Rosie smacked Tori on the bottom causing the teenager to stumble and collapse to the floor, in tune to the audience's roars of laughter. "Goodness, never mind Mia, it looks like Tori would like to gain her revenge on you Rosie, you're a natural at dishing out a humbling", chortled Aiko. Flailing slightly, Tori took the bucket off her head, still seething in bitterness and resentment. No matter what else happened this weekend, she would have her revenge. Tori tried to scrape the green and red sludge from her hair and opened up the front of her dress, in order to remove the guacamole clinging to her pale, stained skin.

Missing the excitement, Mia poked her head from out behind the screen. From offstage, Parvati nodded for her to re-enter. The inevitable wolf whistles accompanied her reappearance. Dressed in just the red lingerie, she looked other worldly; she was stunning. Without thinking, she pirouetted to the audience, showing off her dainty behind and giggled as she swivelled her hips. Tori finally picked herself off the floor and led the brunette to the car wash. As Mia sat down, Tori strapped her hands by her sides, her arms falling slightly behind her waist, so as to push her chest slightly forward. What's worse, Mia would be unable to wipe anything away throughout her ordeal. Tori then tied Mia's bare feet to the floor of the moving seat. Her legs were bent slightly apart giving the audience a clear view of her knickers. Mia looked up at the car wash. Situated above her were a series of twisted pipes. This was far more sophisticated than anything that her friend Carl had yet to create. Mia quickly figured that her seat would be moving forwards and backwards through the machine, giving the stage hands enough time to refill up each pipe with enough of the required mess. Standing ten feet away from her little sister, her body filled with adrenaline, Rosie simply couldn't wait.

Just that moment a fly flew down and landed on Mia's nose. The brunette scrunched up her nostrils, silently encouraging it to fly away. To her great annoyance, the insect resisted. Finding the fly ticklish, the teenager giggled, her bosom heaving slightly as she laughed. The fly darted off and landed on her left breast. Dave, the cameraman, took the opportunity for one of his famous close ups, giving Aiko and Tori time to get into position. Mia knew that to look down would only draw attention to her cleavage, so she longed for the game to begin. For surely, once the mess came flooding down, the fly would leave her be. Oblivious to Mia's predicament, Aiko, began to address her sister Rosie. "The first substance situated above your sister's head is orange blossom honey. This could completely destroy Mia's delicate hair and ensure that every proceeding substance sticks firmly to her perfect skin. Rosie, does Mia deserve a dousing?" Rosie thought for half a second before turning to her sister, pursing her lips and answering. "She sure does!" Mia instinctively wanted to bend her head forward, but realised that this would only surrender her hair to unfailing obliteration. So instead, to Tori's great satisfaction, she tipped her head upwards and her dainty features were engulfed in honey as the sweet substance rained down upon her.

Mia's brown locks did not completely escape the onslaught however and were soon thickly coated and unfathomably sticky. Mia longed to run her hands through her hair. Willing on her desire, her wrists twitched in their locks. Mia kept her eyes and mouth closed throughout; the thrilling sensation further heightened in her personal darkness. Though her entire upper body was coated in a thick layer of honey, it was plain to everyone that Mia was thoroughly enjoying herself. Straightening her head as the deluge of honey began to trickle down to its last few drops, which splashed almost apologetically on her hair, Mia licked her lips playfully to the crowd. She blinked a few times to clear the honey from her eyelids and surveyed the audience. A few of the women looked concerned. Far more of the ladies seemed to take great delight in the destruction of the young pretty girl. The men could barely contain their excitement. The show without doubt, had found its ideal audience.

Tori noted that after the initial onslaught, more and more of the audience were beginning to laugh with Mia, rather than at the teenager's expense. Perhaps she was starting to win them over after all. Aiko nodded her head in appreciation of the awesome spectacle created by her dedicated backstage crew. Unlike yesterday, everything was going exactly to plan. Tori had walked head first into her humiliation and Mia was taking her punishment bravely and in good grace. Aiko turned to Rosie once more. "Mia's first punishment was spectacular. But what about the second substance, raw eggs? Shall we splatter Mia with gooey, icky, egg yolk?" "Of course," replied Rosie without a moment's hesitation.

Mia's whole body shuddered as the chair beneath her roared into life. Barely able to see, as honey continued to drip over her eyes, she felt the seat move two feet forward until she was sat directly underneath the second formidable pipe. Twice as much egg yolk (than the honey) squirmed down over Mia, who this time ensured that her hair took the brunt of the dousing. Nevertheless, the egg yolk soaked into her bra and over her now erect nipples. Mia wiggled her shoulders as much as her straps would allow, causing her boobs to sway and bounce as she continued to enjoy her personal, yet very much public, ecstasy. If Rosie hadn't been certain before, it was now beyond doubt that her sister no longer felt any shame.

Watching the teenager, Aiko began to tut. The Japanese host remembered back to when she was a rebellious teenager, care free and without a trouble in the world. She had a lot of fun with the boys, though nothing that could jeopardise her blossoming media career. Aiko had no skeletons in the closet. Nevertheless, she had always regarded herself as a hell raiser, the problem child that her parents had no idea how to control. But she was never this bad, surely? This Mia was something else. Seeing her co-host hesitate, Tori took up the mantle. "Wow, thanks for that Mia. How would you like to top off your fabulous helping of egg yolk with a generous splurge of black treacle? Rosie, does Mia deserve an extra-large helping of molasses?" "Why not?" laughed the blonde.

Mia's chair slowly edged two feet forward once again and came to a rest under an even larger drainpipe. The treacle, heavier and gloopier than the honey and egg combined, was far less pleasant. Mia gasped for air as the black substance domed over her face. The treacle slid down her chest before pooling around her brassiere. The treacle dribbled down her previously clean back and stained her red underwear. The molasses continued to fall until the entire front of the girl's body was stained black as coal. Rosie began to feel concern for her sister who momentarily seemed to go quiet and withdraw into herself. For a few precious seconds, Mia was once more like the sister that she used to know, before they had been introduced to the thrill of getting messy. But Mia quickly regained her composure and waggled her head, spraying treacle towards the unsuspecting Tori. A splodge of treacle caught the teenager straight in the face. The treacle, shot like an arrow straight up her nose. Shocked, she stormed over to the table, picked up a banoffee pie and headed back over to Mia. Tori marched straight into the front of the carwash, and standing directly underneath the second set of pipes, bent her arm back and took aim at the helpless brunette. But just as she was about to deliver the pie, Mia's seat lurched forward, without warning, and knocked Tori off her feet.

To Mia's horror, and Tori's great relief, Mia was driven head first into the path of the banoffee pie. Tori's aim couldn't have been better if she had tried. Her nose burst through the very centre of the dessert. Banana and toffee exploded over her cheeks in a perfect curve. Tori meanwhile collapsed onto Mia's lap. Trying to regain her balance, Tori shot out her left arm for support, only for it to collide with Mia's right breast. Mia gave her fellow teen a knowing wink. Sitting on the brunette's thighs, Tori scooped up the remnants of the banoffee pie that had slid down Mia's front and slammed the gooey mixture of cream, banana and toffee into her youthful, piquant, right breast. Meaning it to be an act of defiance and control, rather than anything sexual, Tori massaged the mixture into the curves of Mia's chest. Purely by accident, her fingers slipped underneath Mia's bra, and gently traced over the tip of her victim's nipple. Initially, Tori carried on her torment of the pretty brunette, completely oblivious to her wandering hand, captured in all its glory by Dave, the cameraman who had been awarded the honour of filming the close up. Unable to move, unsure what to do, Mia didn't protest. But she glanced down at her chest to make Tori aware of the scandal that could potentially derail the show. Aiko and Parvati appeared relaxed and welcoming of semi-naked women, but a nipple slip and sexual contact, albeit unintentional, could see the show canned before it had even begun.

Mia couldn't see beyond the Perspex of the car wash walls. If she had, she would have witnessed her girlfriend seethe at Tori's supposed galling lack of concern, immaturity and foolishness. She really hated that girl, and this latest escapade sealed it. Ava reflected back to when she had conspired with Abi to strip Mia of her bra. Back then, Mia's naked chest had been a prize, for Ava to unlock and unleash, for no other reason than to humiliate her nemesis Emily, who had taken the girl under her wing. Mia, had been expendable, an unfortunate victim of Ava's war with her sister's best friend. Ava felt shame at the very memory of her actions. As far as Ava could tell, Tori was humiliating Mia on purpose. Not unlike how Ava used to poor scorn over Emily as they fought their petty battles.

But unlike before, when all filming had ceased by the time Mia's breasts had become exposed, that horrid little man was holding a camera, feet from her girlfriend's chest. Mia was very dear to Ava, she had to protect her from wicked shrews like Tori and perverts like Dave. Monsters like them would abase Mia without a care in the world. As Ava watched on a monitor a replay of Tori massaging Mia's chest, she began to plot her revenge. It was a good job then, that she was close friends with two of the crew.

Watching the chaos unfold, Rosie turned to Aiko and remarked, "Whatever is next, let these two have it." In reply, Aiko chortled, "Well it's almost as if my co-host is psychic, because its mashed banana that's about to be served!" The two teenagers, oblivious to the conversations both on and offstage onstage continued to play off one another. Tori was just scooping up a dollop of cream from off Mia's navel when she let out a piercing scream. As without warning, the mushed banana plummeted down and engulfed her hair and the top of her exposed back. Her body leaning over the brunette, she protected Mia from the worst of the initial onslaught. Eager to keep her balance, Tori grabbed onto Mia in order to maintain her poise. Unfortunately, the first thing that her splayed hands could find was Mia's left breast. Squeezing tighter than she intended she blushed when her eye's met her captive. She was just about to apologise, when Mia's entire head was engulfed in twice as much mashed banana that had covered Tori's hair. Realising that she was still holding onto Mia's breast, Tori released her grip and jumped off the teenager's lap. Tori took a step backwards as the yellow slimy onslaught showed no signs of relief. Fifteen more seconds passed as Mia's prone vanished under a mountain of banana mush. Their eyes meeting one final time, Tori betrayed her delight in Mia's continued misfortune. Taking the opportunity to escape, Tori slipped out of the carwash, leaving Mia to await her next messy surprise.

Left alone once more, Mia's seat began to move backwards up through the carwash. "From now on the mess will become even more disgusting" announced Aiko. "Up next we have acrylic glue. Rosie, should we empty the ultimate sticky stuff all over your sister?" Rosie hesitated. Pausing for a breath, she declared, "Aiko no. The glue would ruin her hair, she may have to cut it off, I couldn't do that to Mia." The audience initially voiced their displeasure, before Aiko intervened, "If you insist Rosie. But I hope you remember what that means. You must now remove an item of clothing." Rosie gasped, but was determined to stick to her decision. Her sister was already dressed in her underwear, she would soon be too. With Aiko's help, Rosie lifted her blue tunic top up over her head to a smattering of unwelcome wolf-whistles from the crowd. Watching on, Mia felt bad for wanting to gain her revenge on her sister, who was clearly acting vicariously to save her. Rosie felt uncomfortable standing there, in just her bra. She hoped that her husband Darren wouldn't kick up a fuss when he found out. She could just imagine him threatening to beat up the show's producers in incandescent rage. Darren never suffered fools gladly. Gasping, Rosie suddenly realised that her parents would be watching. Her dad would be ever so embarrassed. He was yet to accept that his little princesses were now blossoming independent young women. At least Rosie could take solace in her mum's most likely reaction. A horrendous flirt, she was always the first to wear her bright pink bikini whenever the temperature hit twenty degrees outside. Age hadn't mellowed her mum in the slightest.

Rosie's spirits were soon lifted however as a large vat of water was soon emptied over the unlucky Tori, who had unwisely moved to close to the side of the stage. Rosie turned round to see Ava, skulking around in the background, give the crewmember Bill a huge thumbs up. Tori shrieked as she was deluged by the freezing cold liquid. But equally she was pleased to be finally rid of most of the stinking banana mush.

Like Rosie, Aiko was most amused at Tori's latest misfortune. Suppressing a smile, she continued, "Our next substance is cold, stinky, grimy mud. Are you willing to take off your leggings to save Mia once again? "Not this time" replied Rosie truthfully. Mia fidgeted nervously on her seat. After a few seconds delay, a barrage of the foulest, thickest, slimiest mud fell upon the young teen, turning her in an instant into the bogie monster as pictured in Rosie's childhood books. Mia scrunched her nose up at the malodorous stench. Her bra, reeking of stale water, began to sag under the weight of the mud that slipped inside. She could do nothing to prevent it slowly slip down her chest, exposing another inch of her breasts. Fortunately, for everyone involved, this was impossible to tell, given that Mia was caked head to toe in the sludge.

Aiko turned to Rosie for the seventh time. "I do hope your sister isn't a vegetarian. For if she is, she will hate what we have in store for her next: mashed up fish guts!" Rosie glanced over at her sister, who had lasted barely a week without eating meat when she had decided to become a vegetarian when she was twelve. "Serves her right" Rosie smugly thought to herself. She guessed that the smell would probably linger on poor Mia for weeks. But there could be far worse things to come and Rosie didn't have that many clothes on left. Catching her off guard, the fish spat out at Mia from the side, the pipes having laid undetected by the pretty brunette up until now. The fish smacked against her upper body, mercilessly clearing away the top layer of mud covering her face and arms. Not for the first time, she scrunched up her nose and counted to ten. A fish got stuck in her bra, but was soon dislodged by the endless flurry of fish guts that followed it. Mia sure preferred Tori sitting on her lap than the pile of fish innards that currently rested on her crotch.

No longer leaving a trail of puddles behind her, it was Tori's turn to address Rosie once again. "Rosie, the next substance is pea soup" she exclaimed. "Well that doesn't sound too bad" began the blonde before Tori joyfully interrupted her. "Let me finish, the next substance is pea soup, which having come straight out of the kitchen, our chef assures me is piping hot!" "Just how hot?" Rosie worriedly replied. "Hot enough for you to want to remove an item of clothing I would surmise" laughed Tori. "Oh no" yelped Mia from within the carwash, "Rosie, you don't have to" "Yes I do" the older sister replied. Shaking with nerves, Rosie slowly removed her leggings, taking care not to expose cause her knickers to slip as she did so. Once finished, she couldn't bear to look at the audience. Standing in front of over a hundred people, in just her rather dour lingerie, Rosie focused her stare on the dastardly Tori, wishing with all her heart that they could swap places.

There were now just two substances left. Rosie knew full well that she couldn't possibly remove any more items of clothing, Mia would have to accept whatever surprises lay ahead. Mia and Aiko sensed this too. "Luckily for Mia, I don't think the penultimate item is too bad" the host suggested. "Don't you agree Tori?" Tori looked quizzically at her co-host before being showered with a large bucket, full of melted cheese. Aiko flashed a grateful smile over at Ava, who was in hysterics along with her sister who it seemed had finally gotten over her nerves. Arjan had reassured Sophie that though she was likely to get messy in her upcoming segment, it wouldn't be the older sister that bore the brunt of the slime. Eager to believe him, Sophie glanced slyly at her sister. She imagined Ava and Mia swapping places, she couldn't wait to begin. But in the meantime, it was glorious fun watching Tori receive her latest humiliation. The gloopy cheese stuck to her black hair and raced down the front of her dress. For the first time that morning, Tori truly regretted not wearing a bra. The cheese stuck to her chest reminded her of how the banana cemented itself to Mia's cute breasts. It sure sucked being the victim of a practical joke. "Gross" cussed Rosie as she saw the cheese rain down on the teen. "Still, I doubt Mia will have too many objections." Five times as much melted cheese as that which engulfed Tori fell upon Mia, turning her yellow once more. The cheese mixed with the banana and the mud but thankfully helped wash the fish guts onto the floor.

Mia's chair moved backwards one final time. "There is one final substance" began Aiko. "It's without doubt the worst one yet. Rosie, you have a truly difficult decision ahead of you now. Does your sister deserve to be coated in cow manure?" The audience gasped in shock and disbelief. Tori, who had not known the identity of the final substance, simply burst out laughing. Rosie took a moment to compose herself. She loved her sister but wasn't willing to go topless on national television. "I'm so sorry Mia. Aiko let her have it." Mia screamed as the fresh cow manure was thrust down upon her from every conceivable angle. It flew into her bra and into her panties. Fortunately, she had closed her mouth and eyes just in time. As a youngster, having stepped on a cow pat whilst out walking with her adoring dad, she had had to throw out her favourite pair of trainers. For her parent had never been to ever fully rid them of their smell. This memory came flooding back to her, as the stench caused her to wretch in the back of her throat.

After twenty seconds, the deluge finally came to an end. The audience clapped and howled in their appreciation. Feeling admiration for the plucky teen, who never once complained, a growing respect for the teenager emanated around the room. Once the clapping finally ceased, Aiko turned to her co-host. "Tori dear, would you kindly let Mia out of her constraints."

Tori glared in astonishment at her co-host. She had been backed into a corner. She knew that to refuse could result in an even greater punishment, if that was even possible. Unwillingly, Tori trudged over to Mia and unstrapped her slimy legs. Mia immediately ran her left leg up Tori's right calf, coating her ankles and dress in the manure. Tentatively, Tori unlocked Mia's arm constraints, trying to lean out of the way as much as was humanly possible. To no great surprise, Mia jumped up and gave Tori an all-encompassing hug. The brunette made sure to wipe every inch of her body over the nervous, slightly cleaner, teenager. Oh, how the tables had turned. Mia squeezed her heaving chest against her tormentor, yet maintained a friendly disposition. Tori, to her credit, took it remarkably well.

Aiko then turned to the crowd. "Do you know what? I reckon the pea soup isn't boiling hot any more. Shall we let them have it?" The audience screamed in approval. The green mush shot out at Tori hitting her on the back of her head. She stumbled backwards and lost her footing. Crumpled on the floor, the pea soup domed over her prone body. The stronger of the girls, Mia thought nothing of the pea soup as it slapped against her shoulders as she bent down to pull Tori up. Feeling mischievous, Mia pushed Tori towards the chair with limited resistance, the teenager seemingly accepting her fate. Mia quickly strapped her tormentor in. Sensing that her dress was already ruined, Mia ripped at the edges of Tori's low neckline to expose a couple more inches of her breasts. Jumping in approval from the side, Ava estimated that ninety percent of Tori's pert breasts were now visible to the camera. Karma sure was a bitch. To Mia's great relief, Tori, who was used to being caught by paparazzi wearing far, far less, simply smiled and gave her consent.

Parvati sensed her opportunity. She realised that they still had the glue left over, but quickly decided to save that for another day. Fortunately, they still had some cow manure remaining, which just minutes before, Ava had kindly volunteered to help transport to the crew who were refilling the pipes off screen. Parvati signalled to the crew to continue to refill every pipe. Mia didn't have time to exit the car wash before the deluge began. Unluckily, she received a face full of manure just as she passed underneath the final pipe. Tori, of course, had it far, far worse. If anything, three as much cow manure fell upon Tori as it had on Mia. Someone on the crew clearly still held a grudge. They were refilling the pipes with remarkable speed. There must have been a least a dozen of them helping out. After a good forty seconds, not one inch of Tori's pale skin was left unblemished. In the meantime, one of the female crew members wheeled a trolley of desserts to the edge of the car wash. Once the deluge trickled to an end, Mia picked up a trifle, re-entered the scene of destruction and thrust it down upon Tori's head. She followed that up by slamming a key lime pie into the girl's face before carefully opening up the ripped shreds of her dress and dumping a lemon meringue straight onto her breasts.

Watching from the side, Ava was more than impressed. Mia naturally felt at ease playing a dominatrix, exuding her sexuality as she tormented the deserving hussy. This added a new dimension to their relationship. Ava had been wrong to paint Mia as the naturally submissive partner in their relationship. Mia wasn't like Alex, her former girlfriend. Alex fitted the role of the submissive perfectly, because in Ava's eyes, she was a down right coward. Ava had dominated her and Alex had pushed back the only way she knew how, by running away. Mia, on the other hand, was the bravest person she had ever known; how she had turned the tables on the bully Tori was spectacular. Ava felt immense pride for her girlfriend, but also felt a pang of concern. There was clearly chemistry between the two teenagers on stage, Ava hoped that Mia's destruction of Tori wasn't turning her on. The twinkle in Mia's eyes betrayed the lust that she exuded whenever they were together. Tori, despite her many faults, was insanely pretty. Enigmatic and radiant, her celebrity status carried a certain allure. Ava couldn't blame Mia falling for her, a few years ago, she may well have done the same. Ava comforted herself however, with the notion that Tori was in a high-profile relationship with Matty. She wasn't a lesbian; thus she wasn't a threat.

Mia indeed was enjoying herself as she slammed the final chocolate gateau into Tori's pretty face. Having spent all morning huffing and complaining about being gunged, Tori finally appeared to be enjoying herself. Mia acted like the perfect foil for Tori, teasing and taunting her in her uniquely playful way. There was certainly a symmetry between the pair. Aiko then motioned for Mia to sit on Tori's lap, and Mia jumped up with great gusto. Mia arched her back into Tori's chest and the seat sprang forward one final time. Reams of water engulfed the pair, washing away the detritus that covered them both. Fortunately, unlike on all previous occasions, the water was pleasantly warm. There was no way that Parvati was going to let them trek across the studio floor, covered in cow manure, she wanted them to have a thorough soaking before they got anywhere near her pristine stage. As Tori's hands were still bound, Mia wiped away the slime from her face and her breasts. Ava noted, with great relief, that Mia's actions appeared friendly and conciliatory, her fingers didn't linger on Tori's breasts the way that she touched Ava in the shower.

Aiko turned to Rosie and declared, "As you gunged Mia with eight out of the ten messy substances, you have earned forty points for the other team. That's an excellent score for the first round, tune in for after the break to find out how their opposition do in return." The cameras lingered on Mia and Tori one final time, before Parvati signalled "Cut". Still rather messy herself, Rosie was ushered off to the changing rooms before Mia and Tori were finally allowed onto the stage. Arjan and Bill had the unenviable job of clearing away all of the detritus from the car wash and ensuring that the studio no longer smelt of manure and mud. Bill cursed himself for giving in to Ava, who had persuaded him, against his better judgement, to empty so much of the manure onto the stage. Parvati would kill him if the stage still smelt rotten when it was time to start filming again. Though agreeing with the impossibility of the situation, Arjan declared that it was still all worth it, for Tori had certainly got what she truly deserved.

Once Mia had helped Tori out of her shackles, the pair headed off stage. Mia was unable to find Rosie, Ava or Sophie amongst the hubbub caused by the crew setting up the next segment of the show. Mia had wanted to speak to Ava again before the truth about what really happened at Sophie's wedding was finally revealed. But she smelt terrible, she doubted that she could get rid of the manure, still lingering in her hair, in the time left. She would have to watch it on a television monitor, she hoped that Ava wouldn't mind. But what else could she do? Mia was about to push open the door to her changing room, when she felt a tap on her left shoulder. It was Tori. "Fancy joining me in my changing room Mia? It's three times the size of yours and I have a Jacuzzi bath?" Mia was certainly tempted; she had only ever been in a Jacuzzi twice before. "Anyway, I would like to discuss tactics with you", Tori continued, "I want to help you to win." "Well if you say that, how can I refuse?" Mia replied; her interest immediately piqued. "Great, follow me" Tori remarked, as she took Mia by the hand. As Tori guided Mia towards her own private room, Mia's heart began to race. What was Tori doing? Why did she want her to win? Was this even allowed? Tori pushed upon her door and guided Mia inside. Turning to the pretty brunette, Tori inquired, "Mia, would you be so kind as to help me out of my dress?"