On a fine summer day, ten young women gathered in a well-tended garden behind a luxurious row house in west London. All were in their twenties or early thirties, all were beautiful and well-dressed; and all were feeling quite cheeky about the subject of this meeting. The girls were as follows:
Adelaide-a sassy brunette, born and raised in greater London,
Rose-a beautiful redhead from Glasgow, Scotland,
Victoria-another brunette, originally from Southampton, on the south coast of England,
Aisling-another redhead, this time from Dublin, Ireland,
Antonella-originally from Milan, Italy,
Catalina-originally from Madrid, Spain,
Safiyah-the daughter of Palestinian immigrants, but raised in London,
Chloe-a bubbly Aussie girl, originally from Sydney,
Amber-originally from Newcastle on Tyne, in the north of England, and
Ella-a blonde girl from Bristol.
These girls were all friends with each other, and several were colleagues. Antonella and Catalina had come to England as students, and ended up staying. Chloe came for work. Four of them, Adelaide, Rose, Aisling, and Chloe were high-class escorts, who worked at the same agency. All had insatiable sexual appetites, and all had a particular love for both WAM and public humiliation. For some time they had debated how to make a game out of all of this, and now that the details were hammered out, they had gathered to officially launch the game.
Adelaide clinked her glass with a butter knife, trying in vain to get the girls' attention. Once the Prosecco started flowing, that was like herding cats. And no sooner did she have their attention than she was interrupted by the roar of a jet on final approach to Heathrow. Finally, she had the stage to herself, and announced why they were here.
"Ladies! Welcome to the slut game!"
All the girls cheered and raised their glasses.
"I know we've spent a good while putting this together, but I will go over the rules again, just so everyone's clear."
"The goal of the game is to sleep with as many partners as possible in the course of a week. At the end of the week, we will meet up and tally our scores. Whoever has been the biggest slut that week will be given a messy challenge, which will be chosen at random at the previous week's meeting. Everyone must attend each meeting wearing one of the outfits that they wore to a hookup that week, shoes and all. Ladies here who are escorts may include clients in their tallies, but they are only worth two points. All other partners will be worth three points. Ladies who get themselves and/or their partners wet or messy fully clothed, will receive four points for each partner they do this with. You are also not allowed to tell any of your partners that you are in a competition until after you've already slept with them. Any questions?"
"Do female partners count?" asked Amber.
"Yes they do!" confirmed Adelaide.
"Do we have to provide proof?" inquired Chloe.
"Oh yes! pics or it didn't happen!" said Adelaide.
The girls all giggled and smirked at each other over the rims of their Prosecco glasses.
"And with no further ado," announced Adelaide, "let's see what next week's challenge will be!"
Adelaide held aloft a replica top hat, filled with slips of paper.
"And just so we're clear," she added, "I have filled the hat with relatively tame challenges to begin with; and I will add in crazier challenges as time goes on."
She put her hand into the hat and swirled it around theatrically. Soon she selected a slip of paper and unfolded it.
"Custard Bath!" she proclaimed, which was met with some enthusiasm by the girls.
And with that, the girls all clinked their glasses and wished each other luck.

Exactly one week later, our ladies once again gathered in the garden. A large, antique claw-foot bathtub stood in the center of the garden. It was filled to the brim with rich vanilla custard. As the girls took their seats, and eagerly helped themselves to the Prosecco, Adelaide produced a small box, and handed each girl a pen and a piece of paper. Each girl wrote down their name and a number and dropped it in the box. Working quickly now, Adelaide removed each piece of paper and compared them.
"We have a winner!" she announced excitedly.
Adelaide looked at each girl in turn, then shouted
"Amber! Ten boys this week! That's a strong start, love!"
All the girls clapped and congratulated Amber, who blushed and giggled.
"Right then, love, you know what you've gotta do!" urged Adelaide.
Amber stood up and began strutting toward the tub of custard.
"Show us your outfit!" shouted Rose.
"That's right, love. Show us all your sexy pullin' outfit!" teased Adelaide.
Amber twirled and posed, showing off her short little cocktail dress, black stockings, and sexy little high heel pumps.
The girls all cheered, and began following Amber towards the tub of custard that awaited her. She hesitated for a moment, then lifted her leg over and submerged her lower leg in the custard. She gasped, then did the same with her other leg.
"This feels so naughty!" she proclaimed.
Amber slowly walked around inside the tub, then slowly lowered herself down and sat in the custard, which came up to her waist. The other girls, getting rather cheeky now, reached into the tub and smeared handfuls of custard over Amber, getting it through her hair and down her cleavage. Someone produced a pitcher, and began pouring custard over Amber's head. Amber laid back, waited until she had everyone's undivided attention, and then unceremoniously dunked herself completely under the custard. She came up sputtering, and laughed. Reaching down to her feet now, she took off her custard-soaked high heels and dropped them out of the bath. She dunked her feet under again, and then showed them off, her sexy, elegant stockings thoroughly drenched in custard. With the other girls helping her, she unzipped and wriggled out of her ruined cocktail dress, dropping it to the ground with a splat. Amber next used one of her ruined shoes to scoop up custard and pour it into her bra cups and panties, giggling at the feeling. She removed both of those items next, leaving on only her stockings, and frolicked naked in the the lovely, rich custard.
"This tub's big enough for more girls!" she offered. "Anyone interested?"
This was all the invitation Adelaide needed, and she jumped into the custard with Amber.
"Do you have any room for one more?" inquired Aisling, with a devious grin. As soon as she this, Aisling was pulled into the custard as well. The three girls now set about thoroughly saturating each others clothes and hair with custard before Adelaide and Aisling stripped out of their filthy dresses and underwear, to frolic naked in just their stockings, just as Amber had done. The other girls demanded in on this, and as the first three exited the bathtub, all the girls took turns jumping in two at a time to ruin their clothes and feel the rich, creamy custard on their naked bodies. Soon the girls, all dressed in nothing but their stockings, had formed a queue to dive back into the tub and have a quick wallow, before getting out and getting back in line. This lasted for a full hour before the exhausted girls took turns hosing each other off. Back in the house, they went two at a time in the large indoor bathtub, lathering each other with soap and shampooing the custard out of each others hair.
All agreed this was a wonderful game. Someone proposed that perhaps in the future, the runner-up should share the punishment with the winner, and it was decided that that would be dealt with on a case-by-case basis.
There was only one this left to decide. What would next week's punishment be? The hat full of ideas was produced and Adelaide ceremoniously stirred it up and selected a strip of paper. Unfolding it, she announced
"Next week's punishment is...Beans! Lots and lots of beans!"

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