Sweet, dainty, eighteen-year-old waitress Harper, giggled as she caught the eye of the pretty redhead sitting on the far corner of the milkshake bar. Peeling a banana, the five-foot-six brunette smiled, before shyly brushing her light, curly, shoulder length, tawny hair away from her forehead. Pretending to be busy, Harper stole a glance at her crush, before turning away and blushing at the thought of being noticed.

"Hey", the redhead cheerily began, before pushing her cherry milkshake to the side and staring intently at the attractive brunette. Timorously, Harper took a deep breath. She dared not turn around, in case it was all just some joke or big mistake. Bending over, to throw the banana peel away, Harper realised, all too late, that she was wiggling her bonny bum in the air. Wearing a light blue, knee length, skin tight waitress dress, she looked as cute and adorable as any shy teenager could be.

Wafer thin, she regretfully lacked curves, but that never stopped rude, unruly customers from complimenting her on her saucy, jaunty, sweet derriere. Naturally, their leering gaze and indecorous words mortified the young girl, who liked to keep herself to herself and certainly not flirt with older, preying men. But today was different, for she secretly harboured feelings for the mysterious redhead. Staying crouched over, Harper scooped up her crucifix in her mouth. Nervously sucking on her Jesus figure, she pleaded, "Lord, give me strength", but really, would God approve of her flirting with another young maid?

Unperturbed, yet charmed by Harper's peculiar behaviour, the redhead continued, "I love what you've done with your hair. You know, you're really pretty, and your adorable smile just drives me insane." Harper blushed, the redhead was clearly flirting with her in return. But poor Harper had suffered from crippling low self-esteem for years. No one ever called her pretty, especially when she wore her glasses, they just leered at her instead. But fortunately, for her brittle confidence, she was wearing her contact lenses today. Sensing, that she should really stop wagging her bum in the air, the brunette gently eased herself back up and glanced kindly towards her suitor instead.

The girl's bedraggled, clearly dyed, dark cherry red hair, drove a strong contrast to her pale, milky white skin. In truth, her entire dishevelled appearance gave the distinct impression that she'd just jumped into a puddle, she looked a complete an utter mess. But Harper, so torn up about appearing pristine and perfect, liked the redhead's rebellious streak and lack of care. She wished she had the confidence to not spend an hour every morning putting on makeup and curling her hair. So, Harper liked her, and what she stood for, even though she wasn't conventionally pretty, and was, in truth, fairly plain. Furthermore, Harper had a thing for redheads, even though her suitor appeared to be a natural blonde, as far as she could gage.

But more importantly, she was nice and kind, and made the effort to talk to her, whenever she visited 'Susie's Shakes'. Harper glanced down at her t-shirt, emblazoned with the logo of the Ramones. "Um, thanks. I love your top", Harper spurted, unsure of exactly what to say. "Oh, gee, thanks, are you a fan too?" the girl replied intently, her voice rising as she spoke. "Um, yeah", Harper replied hesitantly, before admitting, "no not really, I can't say I even know who they are, are they are band?", she guessed. Chuckling at Harper's lack of pop culture knowledge, the girl introduced herself, saying, "My name's Paris, by the way." Smiling, the waitress replied, "Harper", whilst tapping herself weirdly on her chest.

Remembering that Paris normally visited the milkshake bar with a group of friends, Harper asked, "Hey, where are your mates today?" But then, unexpectedly, Paris' sunny demeanour suddenly changed. "Oh, the girls have an away fixture. As ever, I've not been picked for the team", the nineteen-year-old, sighed forlornly. "Oh, what sport do you play?" Harper asked, beguiled and impressed, yet disappointed for the teen. "Rugby", Paris explained. "Rugby?" Harper repeated, in confusion, before she could stop making a fool of herself again. The brunette glanced down at Paris, who was about five-foot-eight and as thin as a rake. Trying to avoid offending Paris, Harper blubbered, "My goodness, I would never have guessed." Glumly, Paris shook her head. "Yeah, well, I say I play rugby, but I've never actually started a game. The captain won't ever pick me, in fact, she hates me, but hopefully one day, my luck will change." "Oh, I hope so. Your captain sounds horrible. I'm sure you're amazing," Harper gushed, trying to lift Paris' spirits. "Yeah", the redhead murmured unconvincingly, before trying to change the topic of conversation away.

"Anyhow, Hayley and I are going to the Emerald on Friday, would you like to join us?" she asked, before taking another swig of her milkshake. "The what?" Harper replied, completely nonplussed at the name. "The Emerald, it's a nightclub, silly", Paris replied, almost snorting in laughter as she explained. Embarrassed, Harper blushed bright red once again. She didn't really like going out, she preferred to stay in at night and read. In truth, she'd never even been clubbing, finding the very thought far too intimidating and scary. "Um, err, maybe. I might be working Friday, I'd have to check with my boss", Harper sputtered, upset at having to turn down an invitation, due to her self-perceived pure cowardice and shame. Disappointed, Paris sighed, "Well, the offer still stands, I'd love to see you let your hair down, it will be great, trust me."

Harper meanwhile, peeled and loaded a second banana into the blender, ready to make a milkshake, at another customer's request. Smiling at Paris, she gently eased the lid down and flicked the on/off-switch nonchalantly. Catching sight of her boss, Chloe, she heard the fiery, pompous manager yell, "Harper, hurry up, we have customers waiting." The twenty-two-year-old, natural redhead, growled and began to march over towards her, when suddenly, the lid of the blender burst wide open. Caught in the crossfire, Harper was pelted with two litres of milk and lumpy banana. Struggling to find the on/off-switch, Harper wailed as banana splattered against her face. In fact, a splodge even slithered down her collar, under her skin-tight dress. Jubilant, Chloe guffawed in glee. "Finally!" she exclaimed. "I've been waiting a whole week to gain my revenge. You look so, so cute smothered in milk Harper. Banana really suits you, especially when tangled in your hair!"

Distraught, Harper tried to brush the clumps of banana out of her curly locks. Staring at the floor, she dared not look anybody in the face. Continuing to taunt her, Chloe demanded, "Where's Ariah now to protect you? You have to admit, you had it coming, after what you guys did to me."

It had been a week now, since Ariah and her boyfriend Bryan had poured milkshake over Chloe, in retaliation for her latest attempt to humiliate and bully Harper, for having the temerity to be prettier than she. In fact, Chloe and every other waitress who worked at 'Susie's Shake's' continually teased and bullied her, for the twin evils of being slightly different and incessantly pretty. But now, neither Ariah or Bryan were here to protect her, so she was free to punish and debase the poor girl instead. Simpering, Chloe picked up a bottle of squirty cream and squirted a giant mound, at least half a foot tall, onto the top of her exquisite head. Then, Chloe picked up bottles of chocolate and raspberry sauce and squeezed them all over Harper's glutinous hair and tear stained face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Paris cried, bubbling up in rage. "How dare you", she seethed, before picking up her milkshake and throwing it Chloe's way. But, alas, the redhead was too quick for her, and simply dived out of the way. Instead, poor Harper shrieked as the cherry milkshake splattered against her chest and neck. Realising her folly, Paris cringed. "Oh no, Harper, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, please forgive me", she blubbered, too upset to look the pretty brunette in the face. Seizing the initiative, Chloe bellowed, "Right, that's it, you're barred. Get out", before triumphantly, pointing Paris towards the exit. Too ashamed and embarrassed to fight back, her confidence shrivelled to oblivion, the teenager timidly slinked out the front, kicking her heels as she fled.

Victorious, Chloe grabbed a handful of glace cherries and plonked them atop of Harper's head. Smirking, she demanded, "Right, go clean up the mess you made", when suddenly the front door burst open once again. Panting, having broken into a sprint after hearing the kerfuffle, Ariah suddenly careered through the front door, deeply enraged. "Chloe!", she screamed, after glancing at her poor, innocent, humiliated friend. "I, I, I can explain", the manager began, before cowardly beating a retreat and proclaiming, "Harper, I'm going on my break." Carelessly knocking over another customer's shake, the redhead ran into the back office and out of harm's way.

Seething, eighteen-year-old, dirty blonde, Ariah, jumped behind the bar and picked up a handful of paper napkins, before running them under a tap, as she comforted her friend. Wiping poor Harper's tears away, she cooed, "Oh Harper, don't cry. Don't let her get to you, she's a bitch. Be strong, be brave, please don't let her win, okay." Smiling, the five-foot-five teenager continued, "I promise you, we'll get our revenge, just you wait." Wiping Harper's neck, Ariah continued, "I was meaning to talk to you about something, but if you're too upset, it can wait." "No, no, I'm okay" Harper lied, wanting to project an image of bravery to her friend.

Grinning, Ariah continued, "Great, that's my girl. I knew you'd be okay. Right, as I was saying. This morning, I got a suspicious text from my cousin, Olivia. I think she suspects that we're planning to retaliate after our food fight here last week. It hasn't escaped unnoticed that she was the only one to escape away clean. Now, she's invited us both to the Emerald on Friday, as VIPs no less!" 'The Emerald?' Harper, though to herself. 'On Friday? That was when Paris was going, wasn't it?' "Sure, I'll go", Harper replied, before Ariah had even had time to draw a breath. "Really? I didn't think clubbing was your thing?" Ariah remarked, caught by complete surprise. "Oh, well, why ever not? Chloe's not going, is she?" Harper asked, hesitantly.

"Fortunately, not. She's not currently speaking to Olivia either. She apparently blames her for being caked. Of course, it would have nothing to do with her being a total conniving bitch, you see." Harper smiled, "Good, I'm relieved." Wiping banana from Harper's cheek, Ariah continued, "There is a catch unfortunately. This Friday, is no ordinary clubbing night. The Emerald have the makers of the hit tv show 'Nemesis' hosting a charity event. Apparently, they're raising money for the local hospital or something." "Oh okay, but what's wrong with that?" Harper replied, innocently. "Oh Harper, do you even watch TV? Nemesis is a gunge TV show. The club is going to get super messy, believe me", Ariah declared, throwing her arms out wide in jest. "Oh," Harper murmured, utterly confused once again. Agreeing, Ariah replied, "Oh, indeed. Look, I'm pretty sure that Olivia is trying to set us up and slime us, you see." "So, we shouldn't go then?" asked Harper, feeling strangely disappointed and deflated, as her chances of meeting up with Paris withered away.

"Well, the thing is, I can't go. I'm finally going to meet Bryan's parents", Ariah explained. "Oh, onto the next stage already, Ariah, congratulations!" Harper beamed. "Yeah, thanks. I'm not really looking forward to it, apparently his mum is pretty extreme. But we all have to do it at some point, eventually." Harper nodded, pretending to understand and agree. Grasping Harper's hand, Ariah continued, "Now, Harper, nevertheless, I think you should still go, without me." "What? Me? I couldn't", Harper whimpered, as milkshake dripped from her fringe, onto her face. "Yes, you can, it will be a breeze. Without me present, Olivia will be guilt tripped into feeling responsible for you. She would never dare gunge you, believe me. Deep down, she's a kind person really. Hence, it would be the perfect opportunity to gunge my cousin instead. She'd never suspect you, she doesn't think you could hurt a fly." "She's right though, I couldn't", Harper agreed.

Anyhow, Bryan and I are working on a back-up plan, and we're going to ask his dad permission to use his factory again, as a base. Hence, we need you to keep Olivia distracted, I don't want her to suspect a thing." "But, I barely even know her", Harper began, truthfully. "Oh, come on, it will be fun. The Emerald is the biggest club in town, you're sure to bump into someone else you know, that I can guarantee." "Oh, okay", Harper replied, secretly hoping to bump into Paris, rather than Chloe, or any of her many other bullies, down the years.

"There is just one thing though", Ariah continued. "You are still a bit squeamish around gunge, aren't you? Even today, you burst into tears." "I am not", Harper protested. "Plus, the reason I cried had nothing to do with the banana in my hair." "Prove it", Ariah demanded, before teasingly pouring the remainder of the banana milkshake, from the blender, over her hair. Squealing, Harper wailed, "Hey", before pushing Ariah away. "See, what I mean?" the blonde jested. "Look, I don't want to send you off to the Emerald, if you're scared of being slimed." Thinking of Paris, Harper replied, "But I want to go. I can cope with getting messy, please, trust me." "Really? So, I'm not pushing you into it then?" Ariah asked. "No, I genuinely want to go Ariah, please, believe me."

"I do Harper, I do", Ariah lied, before adding, "Harper, to prove to me that you're not scared of getting messy, smash your head into this cake." Giggling, Ariah sprayed a four-inch deep heap of squirty cream over the top of a chocolate gateaux, before nudging it towards the brunette. "Okay, then, I will", Harper announced, barely believing a word that she said. Inevitably, staring down at the gateaux, the brunette began to have second thoughts, as Ariah had easily guessed. Not wanting to look like a coward, like Chloe, she dipped her head and bent forwards, ready to smash her face into the cake. Hesitating, she gulped, before admitting defeat. As she took a step back, she heard Ariah sigh, "Oh Harper, I knew you wouldn't. I'll text Olivia and decline her offer." "No, please don't", cried Harper, realising that her chance to meet up with Paris, was slipping quickly away. Suddenly, Harper felt her legs go under her, as she slipped up on the puddle of banana milkshake, beneath her dainty feet. Tumbling forwards, she crashed, face first, into the middle of the huge chocolate gateaux. Her cheeks embedded, three inches deep, Harper sneezed as sponge shot up her nose, and between her front teeth.

"Bravo, bravo!" Ariah remarked, clearly impressed. "Still, I think you need more practice", Ariah remarked, before pushing Harper's face back into the cake. Picking herself up, a second time, Harper hurled a slab of cake at her friend. Ducking out of the way, Ariah deposited what little was left of the cake over her friend's head. Smiling, she added, "I'll text Olivia to let you know you're going. Let's pick this up again Wednesday, for more practice, shall we?"
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Caustic, sardonic Felicia, haughtily ordered her docile friend, "Sabrina, pucker your lips, yeah, a bit more, keep going. Great, now push out your chest", as she rapaciously snapped away. A budding fashion photographer, the pernicious twenty-year-old had flattered her conceited friend into modelling for her once again. Standing at five-foot-seven, Felicia possessed deceptively long, svelte, beguiling legs. Blessed and cursed with a strawberry blonde, frizzy side fringe, the unemployed, sultry redhead bore her sexuality with ease. Having recently broken up with her much older partner, Felicia had fled back to her home town in shame and disgrace. Luckily for the redhead, her old friend Alex had agreed to put her up, until she found a place of her own to stay. But Felicia was hard work, she was idle, haughty and narcissistic and was close to driving her loyal friend insane. Hence, teetering on the verge of kicking her out, it was no surprise that shy, careworn Alex refused to model for her, telling Felicia to get a proper job instead.

Luckily for Felicia however, Sabrina was more than happy to help. Blessed with a curvaceous body and an eye catching, though not quite voluptuous chest, the twenty-year-old was blessed with the supreme confidence that follows from being continuously flirted with, every single day. For Sabrina was a swimming instructor and an erstwhile lifeguard; hence she was used to parading around, wearing very little polyester over her skin. Boasting long, jet black, shiny hair, the five-foot-eight instructor had taken very little persuasion to don her tight yellow swimsuit and pose in Felicia's kitchen for a few quick snaps, before heading off to work at three. In truth, Sabrina was an ideal model, easy to both flatter and manipulate into posing as Felicia pleased. Unfortunately for Felicia however, whilst her first portfolio of photos had been ignored by every agency she had contacted, an agent had inquired after Sabrina, asking if she had ever considered a modelling career, instead. Hence, as ever, Felicia suffered silently, enraged.

Wearing a dark purple blouse and jeans, Felicia pulled tightly upon Sabrina's swimsuit, around her curvy derriere. "Come on Sabrina, I want to see more flesh", she commanded, before poking her friend's rear, in the gap between her cheeks. "Oi, cheeky", Sabrina cooed, "I have a boyfriend already!" Slapping Sabrina on the bum, Felicia rasped, "With an ass like that it's hardly surprising, now stop hiding it away", before taking a few close ups of her backside, much to Sabrina's silent dismay.

Moments later, Felicia was startled by a loud knock upon the front door. Bemused at the intrusion, the redhead demanded, "When I get back, I need you to smile less. Nobody wants to see a model enjoying herself." Opening the door, Felicia was immediately flummoxed by Ariah, who barged in, without even acknowledging her erstwhile friend. Taking a moment to kick off her shoes, Ariah didn't even look up before checking her phone, for what was probably the fortieth time that day. Bemused and offended, Felicia demanded, "Ariah, what are you doing here?" "Oh hi, Felicia, I've come to cash in that favour you owe me", Ariah responded, before smoothing down her lime green t-shirt and tight jeans. "What favour?" repeated Felicia, utterly confused. "You know, the one from when you conspired to gunge me at Bryan's, in front of all my friends", the blonde angrily explained. "I don't owe you for that. It wasn't my idea. Besides, I got slimed too remember", Felicia shot back, regretfully casting her mind back to that extraordinarily messy day. "Still, you owe me big time, and besides, I think you'll quite like to hear what I have to say", Ariah replied, wrestling back control of their conversation with ease.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Felicia huffed, "Okay, I'm listening, explain away." Beginning with flattery, Ariah prattled, "I'm filming a short video and I'd like your help. I've heard you're amazing at all things photography and film related and I could do with your expertise. You see, I want to get my own back on Taylor and Oli and set them up to be slimed. They both thoroughly deserve it, don't you agree?" "Oh certainly, especially Taylor", Felicia concurred, nodding away. "Well, I've acquired some equipment off Jack, but I'm not sure how to use it. Tomorrow, at Taylor's, I'm going to surprise them and trick them into being gunged. Would you do me the honour of coming along and helping me film their messy fate?" Ariah continued. "You bet I will, I wouldn't miss it for the world", Felicia purred, her interest and imagination piqued.

"Great", Ariah replied, as she walked into the kitchen. "Oh, hi Sabrina, how are you? I haven't seen you in ages!" the blonde added, upon walking in on the lifeguard, as she tried to stealthily steal a grape from the fridge. Wiggling her behind guiltily, Sabrina replied, "Don't tell Alex that I'm pilfering her grapes! I'm great thanks, just helping Felicia out with her photography." Giggling, Sabrina stole another grape, before pretending that she was simply dusting the fridge as Felicia followed Ariah in.

Looking from Ariah to Sabrina, a fiendish idea suddenly came Felicia's way. "Ariah, since you're here, could you help me out with my shoot?" she asked, all innocently. "Me? Oh no, I couldn't. I don't have any make-up on and look like a right scruff today", Ariah gabbled, having been caught by surprise by her friend. "No, don't be daft, you look beautiful", Felicia lied, in her mind, anyway. "Don't worry about your clothes, you can wear an apron and chef's hat, to cover up your tatty jeans." Confounded, Ariah was thus helpless as Felicia then pushed her forward, allowing Sabrina to cheekily plonk the white apron over her head.

Attired with the apron and the chef's hat, Ariah nervously stood next to Sabrina, awaiting Felicia's instructions, like a prisoner being sent to their death. Picking up her camera, Felicia began, "Ariah, smile, yes smile. No, don't gawp. Close, your mouth, I don't want to see your tongue. Yeah, that's better, you're doing great. Now, pick up that cherry pie. Show it to the camera, tilt it, tilt it towards me. Now, smash it in Sabrina's face." "Wait, what?" Sabrina remarked, moments before, a bemused Ariah plastered it all over her face. Her cheeks stained ruby red, Sabrina spat out a cherry as she spluttered in shock at the unexpected turn of events. Pre-empting Felicia's next move, Ariah picked up the carton of custard and poured it down all over Sabrina's hair. Chuckling as the slimy yellow liquid slopped down over Sabrina's cheeks, Ariah joked, "Look, your hair perfectly matches your swimsuit, I'm really most impressed."

Looking to retaliate, a suddenly bewildered Sabrina picked up a caramel flan and threw it at the conniving blonde. But the ever agile Ariah ducked, causing the flan to smash against the oven instead. "Oh, Alex is not going to be happy", Felicia chuckled as the redhead continued to snap away. Leaving her friends to their own devices, Felicia took a step back and stayed safely out of their way. Ariah meanwhile, picked up the bag of flour and tipped it up over Sabrina's already bedraggled head. Clumping together with the custard, the flour turned her jet-black locks vanilla, much to the older girl's dismay. Clearing her eyes, Sabrina picked up the large carton of double cream, and steadying herself to tip it over Ariah, raised it high above her head. Alas, however, the swimming instructor lost her footing, slipping up on the custard covered tiles and tipping the cream all over chest as she fell.

Feeling inspired, Ariah grabbed hold of the front of Sabrina's swimsuit and squirted chocolate sauce all over her heaving chest. Then, snapping back the flimsy material, Ariah picked up a strawberry cheesecake and ground it into her pretty face. Her triumph complete, Ariah bent down and whispered to Sabrina, "Finally, justice is served. I'm not really a forgiving person, so don't for one-minute think that I've forgotten what you did to Harper", before cracking an egg over her head. Checking to make sure that Felicia was out of earshot, Sabrina replied, "But that was three years ago. Look, I've said I was sorry, thousands of times, and I'm a changed person now, I'm not such a jerk, please believe me."

Realising that Felicia was trying to listen, Ariah put on her best fake smile and loudly declared, "Sabrina, you must come tomorrow as well, you're more than welcome. Oli's agreed to host a barbecue, it's going to be ace. Remember, Taylor has a swimming pool, so bring your best bikini, babe." Then bending down, she whispered, "Tomorrow, we're going to trick Felicia into being gunged. Help me, and we'll call this even, okay?" Staring at an unsuspecting Felicia, Sabrina grinned, before replying, "You have my word, I'll do everything I can to help wipe that creepy smile off her pristine face." "What?" asked Felicia, half listening in. "Oh, we were just saying how we both had to get going, so you're going to have to clean up Alex's kitchen all by yourself, I'm afraid." Sabrina joked, before jumping up and leaving a slimy trail of custard in her wake.
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The next day, Taylor, a breathtakingly gorgeous eighteen-year-old brunette, lay serenely on her blue inflatable lilo, which floated idly upon her swimming pool, around midday. Her sleek, waist length, pecan brown hair, meticulously tied back, blew gently in the light breeze, as she sunbathed. Smart, sporty and stunning, growing up, she'd been in some way or another, the envy of absolutely everybody. A product of her parents' tough love, whatever Taylor accomplished never quite felt good enough, and so, eager to please and prove herself, she'd become the archetypal teacher's pet. Hence, she should have been easy prey for her bullies, only to routinely outfox them with her brutal, caustic wit, which left them trailing in her wake.

Overcoming her small, five-foot-one, stature, Taylor swiftly grew in popularity, particularly amongst the boys, despite her average chest. Hence, she remained a target for abuse, from the jealous, dull-witted, buxom, peroxide blondes who felt threatened by her beauty, charm and impressive intellect. Defending herself, Taylor would often deflect their attention towards easier targets, like Harper, who lacked the courage, conviction and callousness to say something repugnant and hurtful in return. Taylor didn't ever mean to hurt Harper, she simply appreciated the breathing space and quiet it provided when the bullies' attentions were aimed elsewhere.

In truth, to the brunette, Harper had always been an insolvable conundrum. Bright and bookish, she lacked Taylor's curiosity, finesse and flair. To the casual observer, she appeared to have no other interests than the Church. Nevertheless, many of Taylor's male friends admitted to having secret crushes on the delicate, peculiar, brunette, who they confessed was almost, if not prettier, than even Taylor herself. Fortunately for Taylor's brittle ego however, Harper appeared to show very little interest to her suitors in return.

Forever cursed by their shared intelligence and alphabetically similar surnames, Taylor and Harper had to sit next to each other in class for four whole long years. Idling away the time, as she completed her undemanding schoolwork, Taylor used to tease the sweet natured Harper, to practice her satire and kidology, in preparation for the dull-witted blondes, later in the day. But routinely taking every playful barb to heart, Harper was nothing more than duck soup. Nevertheless, as a committed Christian, Harper would always forgive her, which simply encouraged Taylor to tease her again and again and again. In truth, Taylor never really meant it, she wasn't an unpleasant, nasty girl. She just wanted to survive high school, just like everybody else.

Wearing nothing more than her favourite, skimpy red bikini, Taylor closed her eyes and began to drift back off to sleep. Suddenly, Oli, her boyfriend, shouted, "Geronimo" and jumped into the pool beside her. Landing with a loud thwack, the eighteen-year-old blonde showered his unsuspecting girlfriend with the cool pool water, which splattered across her serene face and chest. Upon resurfacing, he splashed Taylor playfully, ensuring to splatter his girlfriend's pretty cheeks, to her grave dismay. Wearing black swimming trunks, the skinny five-foot-eight teenager, had not as promised, to Taylor's grave disappointment, been working out in the gym. Nevertheless, she'd always loved his cheeky grin. In truth, Oli knew that Taylor was out of his league. But Taylor didn't want to date hunky imbeciles, she preferred guys with a bit of a brain. Of course, it helped that Oli was a hopeless romantic, who forever treated Taylor like a Queen.

Nevertheless, Oli loved Taylor's caustic wit and could reply with good natured razz of his own, as the young couple adorably bickered away. But sometimes, words were hardly necessary, when you could simply splash your gorgeous girlfriend in the face. "Hey, stop it, stop it", Taylor cooed. "That's for pushing me in earlier", Oli replied, before dunking his head under the water, as Taylor tried to splash him in return. "Oli, Oli?" Taylor responded, after her boyfriend failed to resurface. Suddenly, Oli pushed underneath Taylor's lilo, causing the teenager to slip off and splatter into the pool, causing great hilarity.

Spluttering as she resurfaced, Taylor splashed back at Oli, before he turned defence into attack and grabbed her in his arms. Pulling her close up against his chest, Oli kissed her lips, before the brunette reciprocated, and quick to forgive, intertwined their tongues. Passionately embracing, Taylor sighed, before slipping her hand down Oli's trunks. Feeling Taylor's hand against his manhood, Oli, reached around and began to unhook Taylor's bikini. Pausing to ensure that she was on board, Oli blindly threw her bikini out of the pool, before pressing his bare chest up against her breasts.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a beach ball flew through the air, and struck Oli's left cheekbone, with far greater force than you could conceive. Startled, the teenager fell sideways into the pool. Unintentionally splashed by her boyfriend, Taylor gasped in annoyance, as she heard Ariah bray, "Hi Taylor, I hope you don't mind, I just let myself in." Immediately throwing her hands up to her chest, Taylor shrieked as she saw two girls follow behind her friend. Glancing down at Taylor, both Felicia and Sabrina burst into laughter as they watched the pretty teenager scream.

Gingerly climbing to his feet, Oli protested, "Hi Ariah, you're early, I wasn't expecting you for another hour." "What, you knew about this? Why didn't you warn me?" Taylor complained, before trying and failing, to push her boyfriend back in. Resisting, Oli grabbed her around the arms and cried, "It was meant to be a surprise, like this", before dunking Taylor under the water instead. Grumpily, Taylor swam to the edge of the pool and eased herself up. Grasping one arm around her chest, she hobbled around, her ego wounded, looking for her errant bikini.

Wearing a yellow t-shirt and tight denim shorts, Ariah introduced her friends to Oli. "Hi, you remember Felicia, don't you?" she exclaimed, pointing to the feisty redhead. "Remember? How could I forget?" chortled Oli, his mind going back to the evening at Bryan's where Felicia tried, and failed to flirt with him, to get her own back at Taylor, for being conniving and mean to Alex, one of the redhead's oldest friends.

Unlike with their previous meeting, Felicia wasn't wearing anything as remotely revealing today. Instead, attired in a pale blue, ASOS, lace insert, skater dress, she wasn't even showing off her breasts. Her long legs were on display however, which she flaunted as she sauntered up to him, before kissing him on the cheek. Caught off guard, the blonde teenager held his breath, fearing that his potential seduction was happening all over again. He'd resisted Felicia last time and was determined to do so again.

Turning around, he breathed a harried sigh of relief. For Taylor, still searching for her bikini, seemed thankfully unaware of their kiss. Wiping his cheek, Oli made his displeasure clear to Ariah, for inviting the redhead without his permission or grace. He thought Ariah was dragging along Yasmin, not Taylor's bitter sworn enemy. Whatever was Ariah thinking? Plus, now, she had made it seem like it was all his idea, which would not go down with his girlfriend one tiny bit.

Sensing the tension, Sabrina remarked, "My goodness, I'm really sorry about all this. I thought we were invited." "You are", Oli replied sternly, with a hint of irritation, before adding, "Don't be silly", with a much cheerier disposition. To Oli's great pleasure, Sabrina was wearing a low-cut pink tank top and an extremely short white skirt. Around her neck, lay the fragile straps of a turquoise bikini, that the lifeguard was clearly wearing underneath.

Noticing Oli's unwelcome stare, Sabrina gabbled, "I'm sorry, but I don't think that we've met." "Oh, we have, I remember you from school, you were two years above me, I believe. I'm Oli, Taylor's boyfriend, by the way", the blonde teen explained. "Oh okay, I'm Sabrina, Felicia's friend", she replied, steadily, unsure of how to respond to Oli's slightly creepy, long term memory. Noticing the frisson of sexual tension between the pair, Taylor grumpily introduced herself to Sabrina, noting, "Yeah, I remember you too, nice to meet you, I'm Taylor." Still topless, the brunette, hid behind her boyfriend, who whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that Ariah would invite Felicia." Calming down, Taylor replied, "That's alright, just make sure you keep your eyes on me", before pushing her breasts into his back, to refocus his mind towards his Queen.

Startling everyone, Felicia shouted, "Found it", as she gently waved Taylor's red bikini top in the air. "Here, Taylor, let me help you", demanded the redhead as she marched ominously towards the pretty brunette. Nervously, Taylor raised her arms, giving the others a clear view of her pert, tiny, chest. Standing behind her, Felicia clumsily thrust her bikini up around her breasts. "Ew", Taylor remarked, before glancing down at her cleavage. For Felicia had filled her bikini cups with whipped cream, which was now oozing down over her chest. Momentarily lost for words, Taylor gabbled, "You'll regret this!" But unperturbed, Felicia ruthlessly replied, "No I won't", before giving the brunette a massive wedgie. Awkwardly, Sabrina glanced towards Oli. "Yeah, they don't really get on", he blithely replied, before brushing Felicia aside and handing a towel over to the brunette. Kissing his girlfriend, Oli whispered, "We'll get our revenge." Nodding, as she wiped her chest, Taylor replied, "Yeah, we will", before pushing Oli into the pool, sending Sabrina and Ariah into hysterics as he fell.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Oli climbed out the pool, the sole object of the female gaze. Shivering, he looked from Taylor wagging her finger at him, to Ariah snorting and Sabrina politely, trying and failing, to keep a straight face. Felicia meanwhile appeared to be staring at him below the waist.

Finally recovering her poise, Ariah remarked, "Guys, guys, stop it. I asked Oli if we could come over today, because I have a huge favour to ask. I want to film a promo for an art project, involving gunge." Immediately, Taylor stopped tittering and quavered, "What?", unable to believe her friend. Gazing arrogantly towards Taylor, Felicia smirked. "Yeah, Ariah told me yesterday, she wants me to film you being gunged." "No, I don't. I'm filming everything myself. Felicia, I don't need your help. Instead, I asked you here, because you'd be a worthy opponent to Taylor, as each of you battle to avoid the gunge." Pausing gormlessly, Felicia's smirk vanished in an instant, upon realising that she too had been tricked, just like everybody else.

"What? No!" an anguished Sabrina naively cried. Oli, in contrast, didn't seem all too concerned or surprised at Ariah's request. Continuing, Ariah remarked, "Look, at least one of you might still avoid the gunge. My idea is to have two teams of two. One member of each team answers questions, the other plays the victim and gets pied as a forfeit for every answer their opponents get correct. The winners will be the first to five. Meanwhile, both members of the losing team will get slimed."

Oli meanwhile, removed a tarpaulin from over the picnic table. "Oli, you were in on this?" Taylor asked, hurt at not suspecting her partner's subterfuge and deceit. "Yeah, though Ariah told me that I wasn't going to get messy", he decried. "Serves you right", Taylor replied, with a vengeful look in her eye, before slapping his left shoulder blade in jest. Breaking the tension, Felicia demanded, "I pick Oli." "What? Oh, alright. I'll enjoy gunging my boyfriend. I'll team up with Sabrina then", Taylor remarked, rather taken aback by her rival's request. "Great. How about we have a messy wager, just you and me?" Felicia suggested, evilly. Unable to resist, Taylor blurted, "Yeah, how about whoever loses has to go topless during the gunging?" "Deal", Felicia replied far too quickly. Initially delighted at the prospect, Oli's joy was very short lived, as Felicia commanded, "Right, Oli, I'm answering the questions, you can take our forfeits." Shocked, and still processing his girlfriend's unwise wager, the blonde simply nodded meekly and squeaked, "oh, alright, Fliss."

Staring at Sabrina, Taylor tried to formulate in her mind why it should be her teammate who got pied instead. Suddenly, she felt a push in the small of her back and fell forwards into Sabrina, her head nudging into her teammate's chest. Falling to the ground, Taylor breathed a sigh of relief as she realised just how close she was to tripping into the pool. Instead, moments later, the brunette screamed as she was showered by a deluge of water. For Sabrina, hadn't been quite so lucky and had stumbled into the swimming pool following Taylor's push into her chest. Falling backwards, the lifeguard disappeared under the surface head first. Caught completely off guard, her handbag flew in besides her, to compound her misery.

Stumbling to her feet, Taylor looked behind her and saw Oli rushing to her aid. Believing her boyfriend to have pushed her, she cried, "Oh Oli, go away." Defending himself, the teenager argued, "I swear, I swear, it wasn't me." "Oh Oli, don't be a jerk, you got caught, own up to it, straight away", Taylor hissed, frustrated at his dishonesty, once again. As the couple argued, it was left to Ariah to help Sabrina up out of the water. Dripping wet, Sabrina sighed and immediately dived back in, cursing like a sailor, upon realising that her phone had sunk to the bottom of the pool, and had probably been smashed, just to rub it in.

Grinning at the chaos around her, Felicia sighed forlornly, for she had meant to just push Taylor in. Nevertheless, taking advantage of the bedlam, the redhead snuck a quick look at the questions, which Ariah had left unattended on the picnic table, by mistake. Scanning swiftly down the answer sheet, she then ran over to the pool and fished out Sabrina's handbag, much to her gullible friend's relief. "Ah thanks Fliss", Sabrina cooed, as she flattened down her sodden dress. Turning to her teammate, she continued, "Right how about we flip a coin to decide who gets pied?" Feeling pity for her damp partner, Taylor assented, remarking, "Alright, tails never fails", before staring dagger eyes at her pathetic boyfriend once again.

"Anyone have a coin?" Sabrina asked, upon realising that the contents of her purse were scattered at the bottom of the pool. "I do", Felicia replied, before retrieving a pound coin, with a grin. "Right, Taylor, you're saying tails, right?" Felicia confirmed. "Yeah", the brunette nodded, ultra-confidently. Nodding in agreement, Felicia flipped the coin, before revealing that it had landed on heads. "Oh, drat", Taylor cried, as Felicia slyly slipped her double headed coin back into her purse. Unaware of her friend's skulduggery, Sabrina boisterously pushed her teammate towards the two white plastic chairs, ready for them to begin. Ariah then directed Sabrina to stand behind Oli, as Felicia giddily stood behind Taylor, before cruelly playing with the sitting girl's hair. "I'm going to have so much fun, covering you in cream", the redhead cackled, before ruffling her fringe over her face.

"Patience Felicia", Ariah cried, before helping the redhead duct tape Taylor's arms and legs to the chair. Unable to move, under five layers of tape, the brunette watched in great annoyance as Sabrina, in contrast, only applied one coating of duct tape to Oli's limbs. Leaning over him, as she tied him down, Sabrina gave the lucky teenager a close-up view of her chest. Bristling at her touch, Oli purposely avoided making eye contact with Taylor, who he correctly assumed was seething with incandescent rage.

Oblivious to the turmoil around her, Ariah made one final check on her camera and prepared to get started with the game. "Right, first question", the blonde began, "what is the capital city of Poland?" "Warsaw!" Felicia cried immediately, much to Taylor's surprise, who was of the opinion that Felicia was far too vain to have a brain. "Correct", Ariah confirmed, leading to a joyous Felicia to pick up a custard pie and slam it into Taylor's befuddled face. Custard shooting up her nose, the brunette spluttered as Felicia brutally shoved the foil plate over her cheeks.

With Felicia still tormenting Taylor, Ariah, keen to continue, began the second question, with the redhead barely even listening. "Which country's flag has a white background and a red dot in the middle?" Her opponent preoccupied, Sabrina had a split second's advantage to think. But caught between two possible answers, she paused, allowing Felicia to jolt back to attention. In unison, both ladies shouted "Japan", with the redhead barking the loudest, drowning out her friend. But to her great dismay, Ariah gave the point to Sabrina instead. Ecstatic, Sabrina picked up a cream pie and rubbed it over the top of Oli's head.

"Third question, what is a baby goose called?" Ariah began. Barely a second later, Sabrina cried, "Gosling!" and without even waiting for Ariah's confirmation, began rubbing a custard pie against Oli's chest. Mad as she was with her boyfriend, Taylor began seething in jealousy as Sabrina manhandled her babe. Felicia, in contrast, started sulking. For what was the point of cheating and checking the answers, if Sabrina knew them all already?

"Question four, who wrote Pride and Prejudice?" Ariah inquired. "Jane Austen!" Felicia shouted, not even needing to cheat. Triumphantly, she copied Sabrina and began to mercilessly rub a cream pie over Taylor's chest. Continuing, until every last inch was smothered in cream, Felicia dashed a finger over Taylor's right breast, before licking her fingertip clean. "Truly scrumptious", she teased, before ruffling Taylor's lustrous hair once again.

"Question five, what is twelve times eleven?" Ariah began. But for the third time in five questions, Sabrina beat her opponent to a reply. "One hundred and thirty", she exclaimed, before picking up a pie in triumph. "I'm afraid that's incorrect", Ariah remarked, a split second before Sabrina was about to pie Oli in the face. Continuing, Ariah turned to Felicia and asked, "Do you even have the foggiest?" believing her friend to be useless at arithmetic. "132", Felicia replied, innocently pretending to guess. "Correct", gasped Ariah, in utter disbelief. "That makes the score three two to Felicia. Now, since Sabrina also got that question wrong, Felicia, you can use two pies on Taylor instead." Gleefully, Felicia picked up two shaving cream pies and engulfed the brunette's face under a brutal pie sandwich, as Sabrina feebly apologised for her mistake.

"Question six, which car manufacturer makes the insignia?" Ariah asked. Felicia paused, she couldn't remember seeing a question about cars, oh why hadn't she spent a few seconds longer to cheat? Evidently, the quiz was going to be a lot closer than she'd hoped for, and after taunting Taylor for the past ten minutes, couldn't bear to see their roles reversed. She'd never live it down, not in a hundred years. Sabrina meanwhile began to murmur, "Um, I think it's either Vauxhall or Citroen, I'm not sure either way." "Which one? Come on I need an answer," Ariah demanded. Taking a chance, Felicia cried, "Vauxhall", over the top of her opponent, making a complete and utter guess. "Correct", Ariah replied, rather impressed. "Hey, that's not fair", Sabrina remarked sulkily, as Felicia ground another custard pie up against Taylor's chest. Felicia smirked, she was only one point away from winning, surely now she could breathe a sigh of relief?

"Right, the next question is worth three points", Ariah continued. "Hey, now that's not fair", Felicia protested, echoing her friend. If Sabrina got this question right, she would win straight away. "Seems fine to me", Sabrina joked, upon realising the exact same thing. "Name three counties with first class county cricket teams", Ariah requested. But before Felicia even had a chance to think, Sabrina shouted, "Cornwall, Devon and Somerset!" Taylor, bellowed, "Yes! Get in!" and tried to raise her arms in the air in triumph, only to remember that she was still tied to her chair.

"Woah, hang on a moment Taylor. I'm afraid only one of those answers is correct", Ariah chided, in return. Unperturbed, Sabrina slammed a cream pie into Oli's face, the score was now four to three. Watching her boyfriend squirm, Taylor chuckled. "I don't know why you're laughing?" Felicia remarked. "Sabrina got two answers wrong remember", before enveloping Taylor's hair in another pie sandwich and wrapping her locks around her face like a parcel, sticking them to her cheeks.

Prepared to have another go, Sabrina took advantage of Felicia's distraction by guessing, "Um, err, Lincolnshire?" "Wrong again, I'm afraid", Ariah replied. Smiling, Felicia rubbed a cream pie across Taylor's enviable, taut, flat stomach. Realising that Sabrina might accidentally guess herself to victory, Felicia decided to beat her at her own game. Frustratingly, she couldn't remember seeing this question and unsurprisingly didn't know a single thing about cricket. Moments later, it was clear that she didn't know a thing about geography either, for her mind suddenly went blank, she just couldn't think.

Similarly, Sabrina was also having trouble and glanced over towards her teammate, who by now was an extremely hapless mess. "Oh, sorry Taylor. I can't think of any more, shall we skip to the next question?" she suggested. "Can't? Can't? Kent! Kent!" Felicia cried, taking inspiration from her friend. "Correct!" Ariah confirmed, leading Felicia to shout out in glee and slap one final pie over the top of Taylor's head. Oli meanwhile easily broke free of the loose duct tape that had strapped him to his chair. Dismayed, Sabrina swiftly took off her pink top and slid her white skirt down her well-toned legs. Not wanting to get her clothes messy, she stripped down to her turquoise bikini and allowed Oli to tie her to the chair.

Strapping Sabrina in loosely, Oli noticed Felicia unhook his girlfriend's bikini. "Hey, is that strictly necessary?" he asked, only for the redhead to snidely reply, "A bet is a bet." Topless, and strapped down, Taylor was unable to cover her bare, supple breasts. Shaking her head, she snarled at Ariah, who jokily gave her the thumbs up in return.

Oli meanwhile started by slamming a cream pie into Sabrina's face. Gently rubbing the pie tin over her cheeks, he ensured maximum coverage, without hurting anything but her pride, as cream dribbled down her chin. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Oli then picked up two custard pies and gave her a gigantic pie sandwich that left her gagging for air. Felicia meanwhile tipped a large bucket of pink gunge over Taylor's head. Emptying it slowly, she carefully ensured that every last inch of her hair was smothered in slime, before unceremoniously plonking the bucket over her forehead.

Sensing that his girlfriend was blinded, Oli then sneakily rubbed two custard pies over Sabrina's chest. Taking care not to dwell longer than necessary, as he suddenly remembered that he was being recorded, the blonde teen quickly peeled the pie tins away.

Leaving the bucket over her opponent, Felicia picked up two chocolate pies and rubbed them into Taylor's bare, swaying breasts. Squirming, the brunette snarled, "Just you wait, just you" before Felicia cut her off by lifting up the bucket and slapping another chocolate pie into her face. Bedraggled, Taylor squirmed as Felicia then emptied a bucket of lime green gunge over her head. Shivering, Taylor quivered as the slime swam down over her chest. Pooling in her lap, the brunette squirmed as it slithered inside her bikini bottoms, much to her dismay.

Sabrina meanwhile squealed as Oli tipped a bucket of purple gunge over her head. Blinded by the slime, she was then caught by surprise as he thrust a custard trifle over her forehead. Whimpering as jelly and custard slopped down her cheeks, Sabrina squirmed as Oli bade her to lower her left foot into a bucket of baked beans. Assenting, Sabrina bristled as the beans coated her lower leg. Crushing the beans between her toes, the lifeguard tried to catch Oli off guard and flick the beans up at his face. Instead, the beans barely splattered against his knees, as he hurriedly tried to jump up out of the way. As punishment, Oli bade Sabrina to lower her right leg in likewise, before taking extra care as he picked up the bucket and poured them over her chest. Her bikini swamped with baked beans, Sabrina could only sigh as she watched Oli unashamedly stare. "Behave!" she warned him, before Oli cackled and cracked an egg over her head.

Felicia in contrast, opened up the back of Taylor's bikini bottoms, cooing, "Oh, nice bum", as she stared at her cute little rear. Prolonging Taylor's torment, Felicia waited ten seconds before cracking an egg against her backside and rubbing the egg yolk over her svelte skin. Pinching Taylor's bottom, the redhead cracked a second egg over her backside, before releasing the thin material, which crashed against Taylor's mucoid, slimy skin. Chortling, Felicia then picked up two large handfuls of guacamole and began to slather the green goo over Taylor's small, pert breasts. Taking care to coat them completely, Felicia joked, "There, you're fully covered again, no need to act so cross is there?" Taylor snarled, only for Felicia to unceremoniously empty the remainder of the guacamole over her head.

Holding another egg, Oli eyed up Sabrina's chest once again. "Don't you dare", she warned him, so instead he cracked it over her head. Oli then picked up a bucket of ketchup and slowly tipped it over the back of her hair. Running down her shoulders and neck, the ketchup caused Sabrina to tingle as it flowed down over her bare pale skin.

Taylor meanwhile had completely disappeared beneath an onslaught of melted chocolate ice cream. A sorry mess, the teenager licked her lips, expecting to taste the sweet chocolate, but instead got a mouthful of revolting shaving cream. Spitting out the vile concoction, Taylor was surprised by a second batch of strawberry ice cream. Leaning over as she spat, her shoulders and neck were covered by the melted dessert, much to Felicia's hilarity and glee. The strawberry then oozed down her hips and inside her bikini bottoms once again. Delighted with her triumph, Felicia then emptied a packet of hundreds and thousands over Taylor's head. Marvelling at how they stuck to the brunette, Felicia then threw another packet over her ice cream smothered chest.

Distracted by the sight of his girlfriend, Oli began to ignore Sabrina and stood by and watched as Felicia demolished Taylor instead. Taking her opportunity, Sabrina began to struggle against the duct tape strapping her to her chair. The tape weakened by the slop, Sabrina was able to wrench her right arm free, which she then used to unwrap her remaining limbs unseen. Picking up a bucket of custard, she then began to tiptoe behind Oli and raised the bucket over her head.

Felicia meanwhile slapped another pie against Taylor's chest. Blinded, the youngster cried, "Oli, don't just stand there, do something!" "Right there", he began, before Felicia startled him by threatening to throw a bucket of mayonnaise over him instead. Instinctively taking a step back, he walked straight into Sabrina, knocking her off balance and causing her to empty the bucket of custard over her fringe. Worse was to come however, as the pretty lifeguard, stumbled backwards and fell into the pool once again. Landing with a loud thwack, Sabrina even caused Felicia to look around in concern, before the redhead turned her attention back to Taylor and dunked her head into the bucket of mayonnaise.

Sabrina meanwhile groggily climbed out of the pool and shook her sodden hair. Suddenly, without warning, she shuddered as Oli attacked her with the garden hose. "It's freezing", she screamed as he sprayed her mercilessly in the face. Trying to avoid the freezing water, Sabrina, without thinking, jumped back into the pool to escape.

Realising that she had run out of gunk, Felicia complained, "Aw, shame", before Oli turned the hose towards her instead. Realising, just in time, the canny redhead darted out of the way. In her place, the unfortunate Taylor was hit with a face full of water by mistake. Walking towards his girlfriend, Oli trained the hose directly at her chest. Then, aiming it over her head, he remarked, "So guys, who's up a barbecue?" "Yes please!" Sabrina joked as she wrestled the hose from him and sprayed him in the face. Ariah meanwhile began to untangle Taylor from the chair. Growling, Taylor hissed, "I blame you for this." Moodily standing up, she growled, "Oli stop flirting with Sabrina and put the hose away. There's going to be no barbecue here today. Now, if any of you are still here after I've had my shower, there'll be hell to pay. "Sorry", Oli remarked to Sabrina, who simply shrugged her shoulders and sprayed him in the face again.

Twenty minutes later, after having had her shower and wrapping a towel around her heaving chest, Taylor returned to her bedroom to find Ariah lazily sitting on her bed. "Ariah, what are you doing here? I asked everyone to leave!" the brunette crowed, deeply annoyed at her friend. "Yeah, I know. Sabrina and Felicia have already left and still Oli's cleaning up outside. He'll be gone too in a minute, as will I, but look, I've got something to show you first." Intrigued, Taylor leant forward. Ariah, having loaded the video of the quiz onto her laptop, rewound the clip to the start of the game. Moments after Felicia pushed Sabrina into the pool, the girls watched as Felicia sneaked a look at the answer sheet. "The ruddy cheat!" Taylor exclaimed, enraged. "My thoughts exactly. Now would you like your revenge?" Ariah asked in return. "You bet", Taylor cried, slamming her fist down into her bed.

Clearing her throat, Ariah began, "Good, now do you remember Harper?" "Yeah, how could I forget? I had to sit next to her in class for years! She was so boring and dull" Taylor replied, before Ariah angrily disagreed. "Hey, that's unfair, Harper's really nice, she's just shy and you scared her with your constant teasing, you could be really mean." "Oh, sorry, I forgot, she was your friend", Taylor apologised. Nodding, Ariah explained, "Yeah, well I've kind of reconnected with her. She's really sweet you know, we shouldn't have poked fun at her, all those years." "Yeah, but it's a dog eat dog world, and she was a bit odd to be fair", Taylor added, as she pressed play on the video to watch Felicia cheat at the messy quiz once again.

Watching alongside her, Ariah added, "Can you believe it, but Harper's agreed to help set my cousin Olivia up to be slimed! But unsurprisingly, she's a bit shy and scared of gunge, as you can imagine. So, I'm going to help her get used to being covered in slop, by encouraging her to play a messy game. That's why I filmed our game today, you see." Cutting her off, Taylor cried, "Whoa, who are you showing this to? I'm topless for half of it!" "Don't worry, no boys will ever see the tape, that I can guarantee. If they do, I'll do a full-on strip tease, agreed?" Ariah suggested. "Alright, agreed", Taylor replied, without even tearing her eyes from the screen. Continuing, Ariah added, "I've got in touch with Tori, the co-host of the game show Nemesis, through a friend I know at work. She's agreed to host a small game for us tomorrow at the Emerald nightclub, in return for a small donation to charity. Now I've invited Felicia along too. She thinks you're going to play a gunge game against Harper, but in reality, she's the one who's going to get gunged. Do you want to come and watch and gain your revenge?" "You bet so!" Taylor began, before pausing and adding, "Hey, you're not setting me up to be gunged again, are you?" Laughing, Ariah shook her head. "Why would I do that, when Felicia deserves to be gunged more than anybody else that's ever lived?" Nodding in agreement, Taylor cackled, before asking, "Now, how should I punish Oli. Should I refuse to put out for one month or for three?"

Laughing, Ariah moved her laptop to the side and remarked, "Oh, Taylor, one last thing." "What?" the brunette asked, before being surprised by a custard pie to the face. Jumping on top of her, Ariah remarked, "I never got around to pieing you myself and I couldn't let that be!" Playfully wrestling, the two teenagers began to muck around upon the pink duvet. Pulling Taylor's towel off, Ariah quickly began to overpower the shorter girl. Pinning the naked brunette down, Ariah then gleefully picked up a bottle of chocolate sauce, that she'd been hiding under the bed. Spraying it upon Taylor's naked breasts, the blonde girl, began to jubilantly rub the dessert sauce all over her moist, silky skin.

Reaching down to pick up another shaving cream pie, Ariah inadvertently allowed Taylor to wriggle free. Realising where Ariah was hiding her arsenal, the brunette bent down to have a closer look, hoisting her naked backside in the air as she peeked. Taylor's rear presented before her, Ariah had no hesitation in slamming the shaving cream pie over her sweet derriere. Startled, Taylor gasped in ecstasy before picking up a chocolate pie and raising it above her head. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Oli began, "I've just finished up outside" before losing his drift as he stared at the naked, cream smothered teen. "I, I, can explain" Taylor began, before Ariah stole the chocolate pie off her and smashed it into her face. Laughing, Oli complained, "Taylor, why won't you ever do this with me?"
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"Hi, Effie, I'm so glad to finally meet you", gushed teenage actress-cum-presenter Tori, as she welcomed her guest into the Emerald at noon the next day. Wearing a 'shift and shout' black shift dress that perfectly matched her dark, shiny, raven hair, the short, five-foot-two, nineteen-year-old leant forward and kissed her visitor on the cheek. Startled by the d-list actress' overfamiliarity, Effie blushed before glancing around her and gushing, "Wow, I really love this place." Somewhat disagreeing, the careworn, exhausted presenter nodded feebly, before conceding, "Yeah, I've had some great nights here, but we need to whip it into shape. It's only a few days before the charity event and we haven't even finished building the set." "Oh, I'm not keeping you, am I?" asked Effie, noticing that Tori looked like she hadn't slept in a week. "Oh no, I've got a good hour before I have to get back to work, so I have plenty of time to show you the ropes, before I begin."

Wearing a yellow, cap sleeve, square neck, pouf dress, nineteen-year-old brunette Effie took a step sideways, away from Tori, before flicking back her shimmering, long, wavy, casual, light caramel hair. Four inches taller at five-foot-six, it was Effie who was nevertheless caught on the backfoot as the more assertive, though tired and vapid Tori, took control of their meeting straightaway. Placing her hand on the small of Effie's back, the presenter pushed the brunette forwards as she guided her towards the stage. "So, I hear you want your revenge on Brooke, is that correct?" asked Tori, thoroughly intrigued by the cute, shy brunette. "Yeah, Brooke and Isla ganged up on me during a pie fight when our van broke down last week. Brooke's always bossing me around and could do with being taken down a peg", Effie effused, nervously. "I totally agree. Look, Brooke's my agent and my sister's housemate. But she's utterly useless at her job and she can be a right pain. So, what do you have in mind for your revenge?" Tori inquired, before startling the teenager by slipping her hand down over her rear and gave her bottom a pinch.

Startled, Effie jumped, as Tori chortled, and bubbled, "Only joking my dear, I'm completely straight." Thoroughly embarrassed, Effie turned around and explained. "My friend Richard has had some dealings with your boss Penny. He's hiring you guys out for an event, I believe. He's already shown me some of the gunge that you guys use, and I was wondering whether I could buy some off you, to tip all over Brooke, next week." Nodding, Tori replied, "Yeah, I can't see a reason why not, it's not like we have a secret recipe. I'll need to talk to Penny first, of course, but in the meantime, why don't I give you another taster of the slime, whilst we wait?" "What, you're not going to slime me are you?" gasped Effie, suddenly afraid. "No, of course not", Tori countered, "but I am going to pie you in the face!" Without warning, Tori launched a caramel cream pie at the brunette's cheeks. Spluttering, Effie coughed and gagged, upon swallowing a clump of gloopy whipped cream. Unsympathetically patting Effie twice on the backside, Tori apologised, "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."

Opening the door to the dancefloor, Tori continued, "No, don't worry Effie, I'm not going to slime you. I've invited along a few girls who are going to play a messy game instead. You can watch form the side-lines, or get involved, it's completely up to you. Now let me introduce you to them, for most of them are here already."

Wiping cream from her eyes, Effie blinked before staring straight at Taylor, who immediately began to guffaw at her expense. "My goodness, Effie, you look like a right idiot, though I must say, it's an improvement in every way", the young brunette teased, unrelentingly. Stuttering, and unable to think of a suitable reply, Effie spluttered, "Well, at least I'm not a teacher's pet." Caught by surprise at the feebleness of the comeback, Taylor continued, "Look, it's not my fault Miss Young didn't like you, you shouldn't have thrown that hockey game!"

Confused, Tori turned to Ariah to explain. Shaking her head, Ariah declared, "Effie was in the year above us at school. She was the star hockey player, but come the county semi-final, for some bizarre reason, didn't try very hard and lost us the game. Our PE teacher, Miss Young, held her responsible and fell out with her in a big, big way. Now, Taylor was Miss Young's favourite pupil, so any enemy of Miss Young's was automatically an enemy of Taylor's, hence all this enmity." Suddenly, Taylor launched a custard pie at Effie, which smashed violently into her face. "Enough, enough", cried Tori, "We need to save some for the game."

"Yeah, I can't wait to watch you get gunged", Effie boasted, as she cleared her eyes of custard once again. "Me? Oh no, I'm not getting gunged, its Felicia and Harper, unfortunately", Taylor retorted, triumphantly. Wearing a sleeveless red top and white jeans, the teenager was not dressed to get messy. In contrast, dressed in a green tank top and blue jeans, Ariah was more appropriately attired, but even less keen to get dirty than her friend. "Oh, Effie, can you remember Harper? We are teaching her how to get messy gracefully", the blonde explained. Unable to see anyone else in the room, Effie scanned the dancefloor for Harper in vain. Suddenly, she spotted the brunette locked in a pillory, her face already smothered in cream. "I hear you're come to try out some gunge and pies, why don't you pie Harper, to see which one you like best?" Ariah suggested.

Forgetting herself, Effie momentarily shuddered at the thought, remembering that something similar had once happened to her, at Isla's place. But gazing at the brunette, even though she was covered in cream, it was clear that she was unbelievably pretty. Furthermore, it would be fun to have someone else, other than herself, to be pied for a change. "Absolutely, I'd love to", Effie replied, before adding, "but she's already messy, why doesn't Taylor take her place instead?" "No need, problem solved", Taylor cackled, before throwing a bucket of water over Harper's face. Spluttering as water trickled down over her cheeks, Harper chirped, "Hi Effie, I'm Harper, in case you can't remember me. You were always nice to me in the corridor, when everyone else was bullying me." Wearing a white ASOS, skater, t-shirt dress, with a woven cotton hem, the brunette clearly hadn't been thinking straight when choosing what to wear today. For, if there was anything to get messy in, a white cotton dress, wouldn't have been Effie's first outfit of choice, to say the very least.

Struggling to remember Harper, Effie suddenly realised that she was one of the quiet members of Christian Union, who received years of constant name calling and bitter grief. Effie almost felt sorry for the girl, she didn't deserve to be pied in the face. Nevertheless, she was their chosen victim, so she might as well splatter the poor girl in the cheeks. Picking up a whipped cream pie, Effie carefully pushed it into Harper's face. But, not pushing hard enough, Effie could only watch on disappointed as half of the pie remained in the pie tin, upon pulling away. "No, no, you have to be more forceful, like this", Taylor complained, before launching a cream pie at Harper's face. Full coverage achieved, the brunette curtsied, before running backwards, out of the way.

Feeling inspired, Effie picked up two shaving cream pies and splattered them either side of Harper's face. Rubbing the pie tins over her cheeks, Effie ensured to cover every last inch of her skin. "Bravo!" Ariah gushed, before Effie picked up a custard pie and slammed it over the top of Harper's head. Next came two chocolate pies, which Effie impressively threw, from five yards away, against Harper's cheeks.

"Effie, so far, which pie do you like the best?" Tori inquired. "Oh, the shaving cream pie, I think", Effie replied, after pausing for a second to think. Ariah meanwhile, turned to Harper, "Hey, are you still okay?" "Yeah, never been better", the unfortunate brunette joked, as custard dribbled down over her cheeks. "Good, so how about the next stage?" Ariah asked, tentatively. "You've had a pie to the face, but that won't be the only place that they're aim. How about a pie to the backside, before we get on with the game?" Startled, Harper murmured, "Um, okay."

Taking the hint, Effie picked up a shaving cream pie and stood behind the unlucky brunette. Touching the hem of Harper's dress, Effie looked up to Ariah who nodded, and so the brunette lifted up her skirt, exposing her cute, light blue knickers to everybody else. Patting Harper's bum, like Tori had patted hers, Effie then splatted the shaving cream pie over her dainty rear end. Yelping, Harper gasped as the cream splattered unforgivingly against her skin. "Harper, try and keep still", Ariah warned. "You don't want to fidget or quiver, otherwise you'll encourage them to pie you again." Taking the hint, Effie picked up a second shaving cream pie with one hand and rested her other on Harper's knickers. Thinking that she saw Ariah nod in agreement, Effie pulled Harper's panties down, exposing her naked rear end. Then, before the others could stop her, splatted the cream pie against Harper's cute backside, drawing Ariah's ire and rage. "What on earth did you do that for? Nobody asked you to pull down her knickers", Ariah scolded, before smashing a custard pie into Effie's face. Turning to Harper, Ariah continued, "Harper, I'm ever so sorry, are you okay?" Startled, Harper replied, "Yeah, I think so. But can you help pull up my knickers and release me from this thing?"

Pushing an apologetic Effie aside, Ariah slide Harper's panties back up, before opening up the top of the pillory. Turning to Harper, she asked, "Are you still alright to go on with the game?" "Yeah, as long as Effie doesn't get involved again!" Harper joked, as she rubbed her sore rear end. "Speaking of the game, where's Felicia?" Taylor asked, before adding, "We can't start without her, she's the only reason why I came!" Equally concerned, Ariah checked her phone. "She says she's running fifteen minutes late." "Oh alright, we'll just have to wait", Taylor concurred, nevertheless impatient to begin. "No, sorry guys, I don't have the time", Tori began. "Either we start now, or not at all, what's it to be?" "How about Effie plays?" Taylor suggested. Caught on the back foot, Effie replied, "No, no, no way. Besides, Harper's already asked that I don't get involved, so I'll stand back and watch, if I may."

Bitterly disappointed, Taylor then turned towards Ariah. "No can do, I wrote all the questions remember and anyway, I'm going on a date with Bryan later today." "Well Taylor, it looks like you've going to have to play", Effie smirked, before catching the brunette's fierce stare, and nervously backing away." Appalled, Taylor turned towards Ariah and complained, "Hey, you've set me up, again! Felicia was never coming, was she?" Taken aback, Ariah replied, "No Taylor, I swear I'm telling the truth, she's just late, that's it." "Well then, I refuse to play", Taylor retorted, dismissively. "Oh, come on, be a good sport", Ariah responded, before adding, "Look, Harper deserves the chance to gunge you, for all the bullying at school you put her through." "I didn't bully Harper, I teased her, there's a huge difference, I never really meant a thing", Taylor shot back, defensively. "Harper, did Taylor bully you?" Ariah barked at her friend. "Erm, a bit, I guess", Harper squealed, in return. "There, that settles it, Taylor, you're playing", Tori announced, before pushing her towards the dunk tanks, much to Effie's immense glee.

Reaching the dunk tanks first, Taylor glanced between the pair. One was filled with water, the other thin, watery, bright green slime. "I'll take this one", she exclaimed pointing to the water dunk tank. "Good, Harper needs to experience being slimed", Ariah remarked. Realising that Taylor had managed to avoid the slime, Effie slapped her hip in frustration, much too Tori's derision, who tiredly sighed in dismay.

Wiping shaving cream from her thighs, Harper glanced up at the dunk tanks. Both were one metre deep and about four feet, in diameter, wide. The seats sat two feet above the surface of the slime. Upon Tori's instructions, they both took off their shoes and climbed up to the seats, so that they were sat facing each another, giving them the perfect viewpoint to watch their opponent get plunged into the abyss.

Clearing her throat, Tori then began to explain the rules to the game. "In a moment, you are going to watch a video clip on the big screen. You will then answer questions about it in a bid to win the game. Now, I believe that Taylor in fact stars in the clip, so Harper, you probably would have been better off playing Effie, but you live and learn, I guess. Anyhow, get a question right and your opponent is left with a dilemma, they can either strip or be dunked. It's completely up to you whether you want to remove an item of clothing, but obviously you can only do so, so many times, before you're naked. The winner is whoever is first to dunk their opponent five times. The loser will face a trip into the gunge tank behind me. The gunge above the tank is far thicker and gloopier than the slime beneath Harper, so believe me, you don't want to end up there. However, there is one final catch. There are three strings beside the gunge tank, and only one empties the slime. The other two will give the victor a nasty surprise. So, the winner will have to answer one last question to humiliate their opponent one final time."

Realising that she had a huge advantage, Taylor smiled and glanced over towards her opponent. Wearing a dress, Harper was thus already wearing one less item of clothing and was far less likely to want to strip nude, she surmised. Shaking her head, Taylor thought to herself, "How can I lose, this is going to be ace!" Harper meanwhile, began to fidget with the hem of her dress. Glancing towards Ariah for encouragement, she began to regret ever agreeing to the whole charade. Nevertheless, if there was anybody who deserved gunging, it was Taylor, for making her life a misery all these bitter years. Harper wasn't going to back down now, not when she was so close to humiliating the fiend.

Upon Tori switching on the video, Harper's mood suddenly lifted, as she watched Taylor get humiliated again and again and again. Harper cried with laughter after every pie Taylor received to the face, and cheered loudly, when the beautiful brunette ultimately lost the game. But it wasn't Harper who cheered the loudest, as Effie was ecstatic upon Taylor's disgrace. Whooping with joy, she cackled when Taylor had her bikini removed and had slime poured down over her face. Harper, in contrast, felt more nervous upon Taylor going topless, considering ponderously whether she was prepared to do the same. Desperately trying to avoid blushing, Taylor acted tough and moaned and complained about Felicia's cheating, every time she had slime poured over her head. Then, noticing that Oli and Sabrina had been mercilessly flirting, the teenager almost fell off her seat in rage.

Once the video had finished, Harper twirled her crucifix necklace around in her hands before sighing and looking down at her bare feet. Inquisitively, she tipped her toes in the disgusting, vile slime. Slippery, viscous and gooey, the slime felt nauseating to touch, but Harper realised that she had to conquer her fears if she was to ultimately triumph and give Taylor the punishment she deserved. Tracing a pattern in the gunge, Harper plunged her entire left foot beneath the surface, before almost losing her balance and falling into the slime. Watching her opponent, Taylor snorted at Harper's close shave and demanded, "Right let's get on with the quiz, I want to see Harper slimed more than anything."

"First question", Tori began. "What colour bikini was Taylor wearing?" Unsurprisingly, without hesitation, Taylor shouted, "Red!" given that it was only yesterday. "Correct. Harper do you want to strip or be slimed?" Tori asked. "Slimed", Harper sighed, already fearing the worst, given how quick Taylor was to shout out the first answer to the game. Smiling, Ariah hit the target beside Harper's tank and plunged the plucky teenager into the gunge. Taylor laughed as Harper disappeared completely under, her skirt billowing around her waist as she splatted into the slime. Resurfacing, Harper's hair wrapped around her cheeks and her face was dripping with slime. Gingerly, she climbed back up to her seat and Taylor cackled as her translucent white dress revealed her matching blue knickers and bra.

Fully aware of her embarrassment, Harper wrung the green slime from her hair. Shifting uncomfortably upon her seat, she pushed her hands up her against her chest, to help drain the slime from her bra. "Second question, as asked by Ariah in the video, what is the capital of Poland?" "Warsaw!" Taylor shouted, still very much aggrieved at Felicia's cheating on the day. "Slime", announced Harper forlornly, before Tori could even ask a second time. Not giving Harper a chance to brace herself, Ariah hit the target in knowing anticipation and Harper tumbled head first into the slime. In fact, Harper plunged into the gunge with such force, that she caused a wave of slime to splash over the dunk tank, missing Ariah by inches, much to Taylor's dismay. As it was, Ariah escaped and took a step back, vowing to be better prepared next time.

"Two nil to Taylor. Question three", Tori began. "When Sabrina answered Japan as a correct answer, where did she pie Oli?" "In his face", shouted Taylor, once again, as Harper was left trailing in her wake. The answer was obvious, but her opponent was just too quick, too sharp. But then, to Harper's great surprise, Tori admonished, "No, sorry, not specific enough. It was the top of his head. So, I'm going to take that as an incorrect answer." "What? But his face is his head", Taylor complained, before Tori spoke over her, "Who cares, it's my quiz, my rules. If you want to complain, I can send you straight to the gunge tank. Taylor, strip or slime?" "Fine, I'll take off my jeans, I don't want them to get wet", Taylor sighed. Then, with great difficulty, as she tried to avoid slipping into the tank, the teenager gradually eased her legs out of her white jeans and threw them safely out of the way. Laughing at her misfortune, Effie considered surprising her and dunking her in anyway, but didn't want to be sent to the gunge tank herself, for ruining the game.

"Right, as Taylor took the forfeit the score remains two nil in her favour. Next question, what did Felicia empty into Taylor's bikini bottoms?" Tori said. "Egg!" Taylor shouted, still shivering at the thought. "Goodness, this is too easy, I've answered every question so far, and Harper hasn't even said a word", Taylor thought to herself as she watched Harper be plunged into the dunk tank a third, highly satisfying time. Harper was a nice pleasant girl, but she could be really annoying, always talking about her faith, and never looking her directly in the face. Plus, she was extremely pretty, and she clearly wanted her revenge, making it extra satisfying to gunge her again and again.

Raising her head above the slime, Harper glanced towards Ariah who warned her, "Come on Harper, you're losing three nil already. Your dress is already ruined, think about stripping next time." Climbing back up onto her seat, Harper had no time at all until Tori asked the next question. "What colour of gunge was in the first bucket tipped over Sabrina?" "Oh, oh, purple!" Harper remarked. "Correct!" exclaimed Tori, caught by surprise. Cheering, Ariah raised her fist in triumph, into the air. "Well done, keep going Harper, you can still win this", she exclaimed. Dipping her toe into the water, Taylor remarked, "Go on, dunk me", much to Effie's glee. The brunette slammed her fist hard against the plunger, causing the brunette to splash violently into the tank. Standing too close to the tank, Effie was unsurprisingly showered by the splashback, causing the teenager to shriek in fright. Slicking her hair back as she resurfaced, Taylor then splashed Effie a second time, as she watched her wriggle and squeal pathetically.

"Good, we have a game on our hands. The score is three one to Taylor. Next question, what did Sabrina accidentally empty over herself when she fell in the pool?" "Custard!" cried Harper, who was suddenly on a role. Not minding being damp, and still confident of victory, Taylor asked to be dunked a second time. Splashing into the tank, Taylor felt the water seep inside her pink knickers, which she had to struggle with, to avoid them slipping down her legs. Wagging her bum in Effie's face as she climbed back up, she whispered, "Just you wait until I win, I'll get my own back, you'll see."

Tori gleefully then began to ask the next question. "What colour was Sabrina's bikini?" Taylor growled. She had been absolutely plastered by then, smothered under layer upon layer of slime. Sighing, she heard Harper answer, "Light blue, I believe." Tori shook her head. "Close, but not quite right. It was more turquoise than anything, sorry." Harper glanced at Ariah and then looked back at the score. "Strip please", she murmured, rather unconvincingly. "Hey, Ariah can you help me out of my dress?" she asked. "Sure", the blonde replied. Then, without thinking, Harper foolishly divulged,
"How can I get down?" "Easy", Ariah cackled, before plunging her friend into the slime once again. Struggling to climb up out of the tank, Harper shook her head and complained, "Ariah, I thought you were on my side." "I am, but it was too hard to resist, sorry!" Ariah beamed in reply.

Ariah then helped lift Harper's dress over her head, leaving the teenager dressed in nothing more than her light blue lingerie. Slapping her on the bum, she cooed, "You're doing well, keep going", before Harper climbed up once more. Reaching her seat, she asked, "Hey, could anybody go fetch me a towel, I have slime in my eyes, I can barely see." "There's towels in the store cupboard", Tori began, pointing over to her left. "Effie, wait here, but don't touch anything, whilst Ariah and I fetch them, okay." "You have my word", Effie replied, desperately trying to overcome the temptation to plunge Taylor into her tank with the others safely out of the way.

Unlocking the cupboard, Tori followed Ariah inside. "The towels are behind the buckets", she began. Suddenly, the door began to close behind them. Turning around, Tori desperately tried the handle, but somehow, it was locked, to her great disbelief and dismay. "Tori, please tell me you have the key", Ariah pleaded. "No, I left it in the lock Effie!" she shouted, in rage. But Effie, still standing beside the dunk tanks couldn't hear her scream. A few minutes passed without the pair returning and so Taylor suggested, "Well, we might as well continue with the game. Effie, can we trust you to read out the questions and play fair?" "Of course, you can, I would never cheat", she lied. Nevertheless, Taylor was growing impatient and unwisely placed her trust in the wily brunette.

"Right, this question covers a double punishment, what flavours ice cream were tipped over Taylor?" asked Effie awkwardly, reading out aloud from the card. "Strawberry and chocolate!" Taylor replied, a fraction before Harper, much to her delight. "Correct, on both accounts", Effie remarked. "Right, Harper you can't be slimed twice so you're going to have to strip at least one item." "No, I couldn't", Harper squealed, in fright. "Oh, come on, there's no guys here", Effie infused, suddenly growing in confidence now that she was seemingly in charge. Taking Harper's side, Taylor snapped, "You heard what Tori said, you can't force anybody into stripping, don't pressurise her." "Oh, come on, there's no one else around, just us three", Effie replied. "If you're so confident about stripping how about you do the same?" Taylor goaded. "Fine, I shall", Effie shot back, without thinking, before deeply regretting her boastful riposte and gulping in fright. Then, much to Taylor's delight, Effie lifted her yellow dress over her head, revealing her white lingerie underneath, and throwing it to the side.

"Alright, I'll take off my bra", Harper cooed, much to Taylor's surprise. Bravely, she unhooked her blue bra and flung it to the ground. Revealing her small breasts, she blushed as Taylor stared straight at them, mesmerized. Snapping out of her stupor, shaking her head, Taylor growled at Effie, complaining, "Once Ariah finds out, you'll pay." Suddenly, without warning, Effie plunged the topless Harper into the gunk, showering herself inadvertently with the splashing slime. Pausing midsentence, Taylor laughed at the brunette's misfortune as she wiped slime groggily from her eyes. Harper meanwhile, brushed slime from her chest, before smoothing her hair over her breasts for her fragile modesty.

"Right the score is four two to Taylor", Effie clarified. "One more dunk and you lose Harper, so be careful, alright. In what substance, did Oli place Sabrina's feet?" "Baked beans!" cried Taylor. "Correct", Effie snarled. "So, Harper, what do you want to do, strip or be slimed?" Glancing down at her crucifix, Harper gently patted her bare breasts. She hated stripping off in the gym, but it wasn't like she'd never been naked in front of other girls before, so she would have to swallow her pride, if she still wanted to win. Carefully raising herself off her seat, Harper slipped her blue panties gently down her legs, before accidentally dropping them into the slime. Covering her crotch with her hands, Harper smiled sweetly as Taylor sat aghast opposite her, open mouthed. "Harper, you're smoking hot!" Taylor cried. Indeed, her supple, slimy body, was a joy to behold. Her naked, pert breasts were perfect in proportion to her slim, size eight body and svelte, sensual hips. Smiling, Harper shivered as slime dripped down onto her breasts, and pooled around her thighs.

Checking the scores, Effie suggested, "Why don't we play sudden death?" "Now, why would I agree to that?" Taylor scoffed in reply. "Erm, how about, if you win, you also get to cover Harper in pies?" Surprised by Effie's suggestion, Taylor turned towards her opponent. Harper wasn't too keen to be covered in cream and custard, but she desperately wanted to beat Taylor, having already gone further than she would ever have dared to dream. She didn't want to strip naked for nothing, and what with being only one dunking away from losing, she didn't see how she would have a better chance to triumph. "Alright, I accept", she cried. Taken aback, Taylor muttered to herself, before responding, "Fine, but if I lose, I'm not being pied."

Smirking, having backed Taylor into a trap, Effie asked, "Name any incorrect answer from the game." "Blue!" Harper shouted. "I said Sabrina's bikini was blue, when it was turquoise!" "Correct!" Effie shouted hysterically. "Wait, no!" Taylor complained, but it was too late, Effie had already plunged her into the tank. Resurfacing, Taylor continued her complaints. "The question refers to an incorrect answer on the video, not this game. Effie, you're cheating, and you know it." Harper then glanced back at Effie. "Is she right?" "Um, erm, well" Effie sputtered. "Show us the answer card then!" Taylor demanded. "Fine, I was cheating, Harper, that's ironically an incorrect answer, sorry." Effie then plunged the naked teenage into the vat of green gunge, one final time.

Stepping out of the dunk tank, Taylor opened up the rim of her knickers, to empty out the water, that had pooled around her crotch. Brushing her hands against her red sleeveless top, the brunette marched over to Harper and offered her, her hand. "Good game Harper. You were unlucky there. Now, I would say I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you, but in all honesty, I simply can't wait!" Pulling the naked teen out of the tank, Taylor instructed Harper to kneel down, her legs shaped like an L, next to the trolley of pies. As Effie wisely stood out of harm's way, Taylor then swiftly slapped a cream pie over Harper's sweet behind. Rubbing her hands over her cute derriere, Taylor then picked up two more custard pies. Gleefully, she slapped them over Harper's breasts, reminding herself how much she'd always wanted to gunge the pretty brunette.

Taylor then gently slapped a shaving cream pie into Harper's crotch, as the timid brunette gamely took her punishment like a champ. Gritting her teeth, Harper had to control herself as she felt Taylor's cold fingers trace over her thighs. A chocolate pie to her behind soon followed, with Taylor once again lightly tracing her fingers over her soft curves. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Taylor surmised as she watched Harper close her eyes and smile. Catching the brunette unguarded, Taylor then slammed a caramel cream pie into her beauteous face. Taylor then slapped two shaving cream pies against Harper's chest, before rubbing the cream over her breasts and stomach. Another custard pie was then slapped into her crotch, before Taylor completed the onslaught with a final strawberry cheesecake to the face.

Gasping, Harper got back up to her feet. Completely covered in mush, she wearily wiped her eyes. Glancing down at her naked, glutinous body, she surprised herself by feeling completely at ease. Taylor then guided Harper towards the gunge tank and locked the slimy teenager inside. "Effie, do you have the final question", Taylor asked, as she stared at the three differently coloured strings. "Oh, erm, no", Effie gasped, before adding, "You're just going to have to guess, I'm afraid." "How very convenient", Taylor moaned, realising that her chances were no better than one in three. Glancing at the red, yellow and blue strings, she grinned at Harper before pulling on the blue string.

Still arguing amongst themselves in the cupboard, Ariah and Tori were relieved to hear the door swing open once again. Pushing the door, Felicia panted, "I'm so sorry, I'm late. I heard you both arguing, are you two okay?" Wearing a tight purple t-shirt and scrawny ripped jeans, the redhead continued, "I don't know exactly what's going on, but I think Taylor is about to humiliate some pretty brunette." "Harper!" exclaimed Ariah, pushing past Felicia to have a peek. Watching as Taylor toyed with the coloured strings, the blonde gasped as she saw Harper naked and covered in pies. "Tori, quick, do you have anything we can use as a threat?" she asked, panicking. "Um, well yes, actually. I have a few super soakers, filled with black slime", she explained, before passing one each to Ariah and Felicia, and rushing to Harper's aid.

Taylor meanwhile pulled down on the blue string. For a second or two, nothing happened. Taylor, bitterly disappointed, was about to pull the red string, when suddenly thick orange gunge cascaded down over the unlucky Harper. Gushing down upon her, the glutinous, gooey slime thoroughly engulfed the teenager as it coated her body from head to toe. After about ten seconds, with the orange slime still falling, foam began to rise up from the floor of the tank. Eventually rising to Harper's waist, the foam nevertheless protected her from the orange gunk, which gradually began to dribble to a halt, drip by drip. But then, just as she thought her ordeal had finished, Harper was surprised by dark blue gunge which spurted out from two pipes either side of her chest. Smashing into her cleavage, the slime pummelled her from both directions, causing the brunette to shriek, wriggle and scream.

Opening up the top half of the partitioned door to the tank, Taylor then picked up a foam cannon and began to spray the teenager white as she squirmed. Caught by surprise, Harper was slow to move her hands to her face. Indeed, her efforts were too late. For, in less than five seconds, the girl had turned remarkably ghostlike. Moments later, Taylor heard Ariah shout, "Taylor, how could you? Put that down, stop tormenting her, please!" Ignoring her friend's request, the wily teenager simply turned around. Aiming super soakers at her, stood Ariah, Tori and Felicia. "Well hi there Taylor", Felicia jeered. "I, I can explain" Taylor began, only to be cut off as Felicia blasted the thick black gunge at her chin. Caught by the onslaught, the tiny teenager fell down onto her backside. Slumped on the floor, having dropped the foam cannon, she was defenceless as Felicia continued to pummel her with the slime. "Felicia, enough!" Ariah bellowed before pushing the redhead aside. "Taylor, what have you done?"

"It's not my fault, Effie goaded me into it. It was all her idea", the brunette pleaded. "Nonsense", Felicia cried, I saw you pie Harper when I arrived, Effie simply stood by and watched, nothing else." "Yeah, but she suggested it, and Harper agreed to everything, even if Effie pressured her into stripping off", Taylor pleaded. "Harper, is this true?" Ariah demanded. "Look, I agreed, I know I shouldn't have. It's not Taylor's fault., she's right, it was all Effie's idea. Effie pressured me into it, Taylor's telling the truth." Shaking her head, Ariah turned towards Effie and blasted her super soaker at the pretty brunette. Wearing nothing but her white underwear, the teenager's skin quickly disappeared upon layer upon layer of roily slime.

"Right Harper, where are your clothes?" Ariah asked. "Oh, I think I dropped my knickers in the dunk tank", she babbled, as Tori carefully opened the door to let her out. "Well, in that case, Effie, you can go and get them", Ariah snarled. "But, but", Effie wailed, but to no avail, as Taylor grabbed the super soaker off Tori and pointed it at her back. Turning to Tori, Ariah asked, "Hey, could we refill the gunge tank, I think Effie needs to experience its delights!"

Plodding sheepishly towards the dunk tank, Effie glanced nervously behind her as Felicia helped Ariah to load up the tank. Harper meanwhile, wrapped herself up in a towel and began to rub cream from her eyes. Reaching the tank, Effie turned to Taylor who demanded, "Go on, climb up." Gingerly sitting upon the seat, Effie braced herself and Taylor gleefully plunged her into the slime. Coming up for air, Effie cried, "I can't find it", only for Taylor to cackle, "Well, you're staying in there until you can", before splurging the black gunge in her face a second time. Then, with the teenager distracted, threw her yellow dress into the slime.

A few minutes later and Taylor guided Effie, still just in her underwear, back towards the gunge tank. Stepping inside, Effie glanced nervously towards the pipe above her head. "I'll do the honours", Taylor boasted and ran towards the three coloured strings. Taunting Effie, Taylor pulled down on the blue string once again, only to be surprised as custard poured down upon her, from a hidden compartment, much to Effie's delight. "Oh yeah, I reset which string activated the gunge tank", Tori remarked. Her face, red t-shirt and pink knickers coated in custard, Taylor brushed the gooey sauce from her eyes. Sighing, she then pulled down on the yellow string, only to fall victim to an even greater surprise.

Suddenly, the floor under her feet gave way, as a trapdoor opened up beneath. Without warning, the teenager fell into a pit of baked beans, four feet deep and wide. Taunting her, Felicia poured a bucket of brown sauce over her head, proclaiming, "I don't care what Harper says, you thoroughly deserved that!" Laughing at her rival's expense, Effie was then caught completely off guard. Tori pulled down on the red string, causing purple gunge to cascade down on top of the wavy brunette. Like with Harper, foam began to rise up from the floor of the tank. But the foam hadn't even reached her knees when red gunge splattered against her chest, from either side. Vengeful, Ariah picked up the foam cannon and opened the top half of the door to the tank. Like Taylor before her, she didn't stop pummelling Effie, until, every last inch of her front was covered polar white.

Feeling pity for Taylor, Harper reached down to the brunette, meaning to help pull her out. But the deceitful teenager had other ideas and pulled Harper into the pit, instead of accepting her kind help to climb out. Splatting into the baked beans, Harper's towel began to unravel. Then, before she could stop her, Harper watched as Taylor tossed it out of the trap. Completely naked once again, Harper sighed, as Taylor plunged her deeper into the tank. Ganging up on Harper, Felicia then emptied a bucket of mayonnaise over her head as she grappled with Taylor, as the two brunettes began to playfully wrestle in the gunk and slime.

Chortling to herself, Felicia remarked how smart she'd been to arrive early and second guess Ariah's well-rehearsed plans. Realising that she was about to be set up, she'd parked around the corner and pretended to be late, forcing Taylor to take her place and get slimed. Then, picking her moment, she snuck in and locked Ariah and Tori in the cupboard, only releasing them when Effie had caused enough trouble to make Ariah mad. Yes, her attempt to pin the blame on Taylor hadn't been entirely successful, but she'd still been slimed, pretty bad.

Effie meanwhile spluttered, as Ariah began to refill the tank. Shivering as light green gunge poured down upon her, she whimpered as Tori sneered at her in delight. "Brooke sends her regards", the presenter joked. "You know, Brooke was right. You really do look lovely covered in slime. Now, as luck would have it, my co-presenter is away on business this weekend. I need a glamorous assistant, or should I say stooge, to help me out on Friday night. Now, I think you'd be perfect, as you're ever so easy to boss about. You see, I've heard a rumour that you've been sneaking around with Richard, behind his girlfriend's back. So, unless you want me to tell anyone, I think you should help me out." Nodding, Effie cowered, as this time, pink slime slapped against her chest and thighs.

Harper meanwhile squealed as Taylor ducked her head under the baked beans for the fourth, then fifth time. Wiping beans from her bare breasts, she was caught off guard by Felicia who splattered her with the super soaker, much to the cackling redhead's delight. Felicia then generously handed Taylor, two gigantic custard pies. Laughing, she enveloped Harper's head in an enormous pie sandwich, before turning to the redhead and whispering, "Don't think I didn't see your car parked around the corner when I arrived. We still have unfinished business, I hope you realise."

Handing Taylor the final shaving cream pie, Felicia shrugged before jibing, "Go on then, pie me." But then, to her great surprise, Taylor shrugged and replied, "No, you've won this round, so some other time." Turning to Harper, Taylor instead reached around her waist and splatted the pie against her backside. Rubbing the shaving cream over her thighs, she cried, "Your so much more fun than I ever realised!"