"Ergh she has put a damn drawing pin on my chair again!" an annoyed Daisy grumbled to her colleague next to her. "I am going to get her back for this".
"Just leave it, you have your 6 month probation review coming up soon, you don't want to hurt your chances. You know Linda already dislikes you." Replied a young lady across from her calmly and matter of fact, which did nothing to calm Daisy.

Daisy was a 21 year old blonde working as an assistant for Gameshow Corp. It was a surprisingly corporate setting considering the production studios were right next door. Daisy was an intern, hoping they would extend her a permanent position. There were not many jobs like this one, and this was on the road to her one day running her own show. Gameshow Corp was known for hiring internally, and most of the people there had risen up the ranks. She made sure to be noticed by executives, often being a little flirty, wearing clothes a little too revealing, and dropping her pencil a few too many times in meetings. Although she had not resorted to getting under a desk to get promoted, she often considered it as an option if it got her what she wanted. Today was one of the pilot production shows for a new, more adult version of a classic game show called Get Your Own Back. She had heard of it, but it had finished filming when she was 4. This was a good opportunity for Daisy, as many of the executives were in the office to view the production, and she was going to capitalise on it.

Today Daisy had a pleated black skirt just long enough to hide the tops of the stockings she wore (just in case), 4 inch black heels, and a white blouse. Her hair was immaculate, and she made sure to use bright red lipstick to stand out.
"Aren't you a bit overdressed for the office?" said Molly as she came out from a corridor. She was the one who placed the thumbtack on Mollys seat, and was not the first mini prank that had gone on between the two of them. Both Daisy and Molly had the same role, and often felt the need to best the other in everything they did. They both knew that if they were to get through this 6 month review, there may only be one of them staying.
"I just like to make up for some others who don't make an effort" replied Daisy in a sarcastic tone, while looking Molly up and down. She had gone for a more emo version of what Daisy had worn. A slightly longer pleated skirt, fishnet tights, and big boots. Daisy thought to herself that if Molly just made a bit more of an effort she could look amazing, but alas, it meant people would obviously look at her instead.

With that, Molly walked into the bathroom, of which the door was visible from Daisy's desk. Also, the caterers had left a trolley of food nearby, with a big gateau type cake on the top. This gave Daisy a devilish idea. She nonchalantly sauntered over to the trolley, removed the clear plastic cover from the cake, and lifted it up. Then made her way calmly over to the wall next to the bathroom door, all the time having a devilish grin on her face. "This will teach her to comment on the way I look today". When the door to the bathroom opened, Daisy swung the cake into the face of the oncoming person, who, caught totally unawares, fell backwards back into the bathroom. Daisy turned round and bent over laughing at how well her plan had gone. Although.. Nobody else was laughing, and there were mumblings all throughout the room. Daisy looked round to see Molly, her intended target helping the lady up off the floor. She had hit the wrong person! Daisy's eyes widened and there was a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew the figure sitting on the ground covered in cream and chocolate. It was her manager Linda.

Sitting in the office, Daisy and Molly looking at their bedraggled manager trying to get cream out of her ears, both worried about what was about to happen.
"You know how important today is, and you both still play these childish pranks on each other" berated Linda to the two dejected employees. "And you know you could not have picked a worse time, as you both have your reviews coming up, I don't know how you can expect me to put in a good word after this. In fact I will be surprised if you get a job in this industry again!" she continued on angrily.
"Please ma'am, I am so sorry about what happened, please, I really love this job, this is everything I have ever wanted, please don't take it away!" Pleaded Daisy.
"We really are terribly sorry, it was just a bit of fun that got out of hand" Added Molly.
"I will do anything to help make this up to you, please just name it, give me the shitty paperwork to do, i'll work longer hours" Daisy was desperate at this point, she saw her entire career falling through her fingers because of one stupid mistake. Linda sat there for a few moments listening to the drivel that was coming from the two incompetant employees, and then had a brainwave. She held her hand up and declared calmly.
"I could just fire you two on the spot, but I am going to give you a chance to get me out of another problem."
"Anything" The pair said in unison, desperate to keep their jobs.
"The show we are premiering today is part way through filming, but we need stand-ins to focus on for the final game. It will only be you and a few camera men, but it will be embarrassing for you, like you decided to embarrass me today. You will have to remove some clothing for 20 minutes of so, but compare it to your career prospects and it might put it in perspective." Linda revealed. The pair were taken aback for a few moments, until Molly said:
"I heard it is a messy show, will we have to go through any of that, or is it just a case of sitting there for a while?"
"As much as I would like to put you through the punishments on that show for what you did to me, I can't waste it. We are on a tight budget. One of you, at random may get something dropped on your head, but it won't be any worse than that cake you SLAMMED in my face." Replied Linda. Daisy's eyes widened at this.
"But I just had my hair done!".
"Lets hope it's not you that is chosen then" said Linda with a mischievous smile.

So here she was, standing in a tiny dressing room, which she was pretty sure was a bathroom with a tiny table in it. It even had a shower. When she got there she waited, looking in the mirror and touching up her makeup when a young man came in saying:
"This is your uniform you need to wear. I have been told to inform you that you should wear only this, no underwear, no socks, or shoes. Also, no accessories like watches, jewelry, even hair clips. Literally just what is in this bag." To which Daisy looked quite shocked.
"Are you the producer?" She replied. Seeing a chance.
"Yes, I am in charge of the setup for the final challenge, which includes being in charge of the stand-ins" as he crossed something off his clipboard.
"So I was told one of us will get slightly messy?" She asked in a slightly flirtatious tone.
"Thats what it requires, why do you ask?" as he looks up from his clipboard.
"Well you can see I have made an effort today, and it would be a shame to waste it." With this she crossed her legs, making sure to show the tops of her stockings.
"It would be a shame, but it is randomly set to one of the seats, you will just have to hope you pick the right one" he was feeling slightly nervous speaking to this gorgeous woman.
"What would it take for you to tell me the right one?" Daisy standing up keeping eye contact with the producer.
"Depends how far you are willing to lower yourself to find out." After an initial stumble, he had gained some confidence that he had the upper hand here. Daisy considered a second, as she knew she needed to impress him, and she saw that he had the power in the conversation now. She had to go big or risk getting messy.
"Okay, I'll stoop to it. I will suck your dick, right here right now and you tell me where to sit to keep me clean, but I will set the ground rules."
"Name them."
"I keep my pants on, as well as my stockings and heels, it helps me feel sexy. I'll take my bra off, and you don't get to touch, your hands stay behind your back. I have spent too long on my hair for you to mess it up." Daisy said confidently.
"Agreed, although afterwards I get to see you naked before you change into your uniform."
"I can agree to that, the burning question though, where do you want to finish", she hoped he would say her tits, as she had placed the idea in his mind.
"How about your face" he said with a side smile. "Fuck", she thought to herself, she had spent a long time doing her makeup.
"How about my tits, or even my mouth?" she shuddered at the thought of swallowing.
"How about I move onto my next job," and with that he began to stand up.
"Fine, but you stay away from the hair." She sighed in reluctance. With that she undid her blouse, lowered her skirt, and unclipped her bra, placing them on the table. Taking a deep breath she got on her knees, closing her eyes, opening her mouth, and keeping in mind why she was doing this.

It had not taken long, she was a beautiful lady, but she had underestimated the effect she had on guys. She was used to making a guy finish in the condom, or in a towel, but she had reluctantly agreed to this to save herself some embarrassment, but this guy had saved up something fierce, Daisy could barely see before he passed her a towel. After wiping what felt like a gallon off her face, she knew her ordeal was not over. Carefully standing up and peeling off the stockings, and thong, standing there as naked as the day she was born, the producer was still reeling from the memories of the last 5 minutes.
"This is just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts" said a confused Daisy, looking through the bag with the uniform in.
"I did say no underwear allowed" smiled the very pleased producer.
"Fuck, lets hope it isnt cold out there" as she slipped on the t-shirt over her 34DD breasts. Pulling up the shorts, they also seemed stretchy and tight, and she hoped she would be sitting down for this event; she didn't know what she was getting into.
"Happy?" Said Daisy, expecting the producer to hold up his end of the Bargain.
"Go to the right hand ramp, and thanks again," winking as he left the room. As Daisy wondered what he meant by ramp, her thoughts quickly turned to re-doing her makeup the producer had so kindly washed off with his juices.

When the knock came 15 minutes later for the shot to be set up, Daisy stood up, trying to minimise skin being on show from the badly fitted costume, and walked out into the corridor where she saw Molly, dressed in a similarly tight costume. She noticed that Molly had a huge set of breasts, and a surprisingly good ass, although nothing on hers.
"This is your fault," said Molly in a grumpy tone.
"Well you started it" replied Daisy. With that a runner guided the girls to a door down the corridor that said "GYOB Tank Entrance", to which both girls looked at each other in concern. They walked through the door, coming to the exit of a tunnel with the sort of stand you see a gameshow host behind. Behind the stand was a huge pool of some sort of gloopy yellow liquid with green and blue streaks in it. There were even bubbles, and the smell.. It was indescribable, but it definitely had traces of fish.
"What the fuck is that" Daisy turned round to the runner in an angry tone.
"It's the Gunk Dunk, don't worry, it's only for the losing players in the game, we don't need either of you to experience it. You just have to sit above it. Relied the runner calmly.
"What do you mean above it?" Molly said worryingly. The runner motioned, and they both turned round and saw two ramps, one on the right of them, and one on the left, both ramping down into the huge pool, and at the bottom of the ramp was a very small chair, with a ridge in the middle that would sit right between the legs of anyone sitting on it.
"What the fuck, you expect me to sit on that, what if I fall off? What if it accidentally falls and I end up in...that" Daisy raider her voice, with an air of disgust.
"I can assure you the chairs are safe, they have been tested many times, and like I said, there is nothing on the shot list concerning an actual dunk, so you are quite safe, this is all planned ahead of time, the control booth have practiced it before you got here." replied the runner. "Now please can you take your seats, we have a tight timeframe".

Daisy realisied she needed to be fast with this, she knew she had to get on the right hand ramp but stupidly walked in on the left. As much as she wanted to argue with the small man, she had worked that producer hard to find out the cursed chair and she was not letting that go to waste, she would be damned if she was getting messy today. So Daisy barged past Molly and stepped carefully over to the right hand seat, being careful to not lose her balance. Then reluctantly for the second time that day, she lowered herself down and accepted this was how it would be. Looking over, Molly was doing the same thing on the other seat. Looking down she felt way too close to the gunk to be comfortable, if she were to stretch her legs, her feet would go in it. She shivered at the thought of the gloop touching her skin. "How on Earth have I got into this situation?" she thought to herself. Looking over at Molly she looked equally concerned, staring into the gloopy mess that was below her. At this point, she realised that the odd ridge she first was placed in such a way that if she leant forward her whole vagina would be in contact with it. "They said it was a naughty version of an old TV show so maybe one of the punishments was some sort of sex toy related, that would be embarrasing on TV" Daisy pondered "at least I have clothes on. Even though this wasn't filmed, and there were only a few people in the room concentrating on camera equipment, she didn't want that to contend with."

"Okay ladies, we are about to start. Basically all we need you to do is sit there while we set up camera angles and such. There will be some points where you will need to carefully take clothes off, which you have been warned about. Other than that we want genuine reactions to know our camera angles are good, so sit there, arms by your side the whole time, unless instructed otherwise. Happy?" Said the producer Daisy conversed with earlier. Both girls nodded hesitantly. They were both thinking to themselves, that they didn't exactly get informed about potential stripping! With that the studio seemed to get a bit busier, cameramen were modifying knobs and moving cameras minutely, while they sat there quietly worrying about what was in store.
"Okay, all go for level one" announced the producer. Daisy felt her seat rise, move, and vibrate slightly. She was going up a level, on what sounded a bit like an escalator, and then a clunk as it stopped in place, 50cm higher than before. She was happy to be slightly further away from the gunk than before, but noticed the chair didn't stop vibrating. She didn't dare disturb the producer in case she got in trouble and jeapardised her advantage, but noted it for later on. She would just have to be careful not to lean too far forward. After about 5 minutes or so the producer declared.
"Okay for level two". Again Daisy's seat rose and vibrated slightly more, to her confusion. She looked over at Molly, although almost obscured by the set, she looked visibly uncomfortable, maybe it was happening on purpose to both of them. "Okay girls, can you take your shirts off please and throw them to the side" asked the producer. Daisy looked at him with a questioning annoyance. The producer just smiled back and raised an eyebrow in a flirty tone.
"Great, it's just one thing after another today." Daisy muttered under her breath. Holding the base of her shirt on either side, she took a deep breath and pulled the shirt over her head, and threw it off to the side as she was told. There were murmerings at this point, and Daisy obviously had a few admirers in the small audience of cameramen. She felt extremely exposed, and desperately wanted to cover herself up, but knew she would get in trouble if she did. Looking over at Molly, she looked even more embarrassed. Her tits were big for such a small person, and Daisy was impressed. Although Daisy knew her breasts would get attention, they were perky and a great size compared to her body. She knew that her waist which was now being shown off would bring the eye, and to be fair she enjoyed the idea of people looking at her. Maybe there was an executive in the control room who would take her under their wing after what they saw.
"Okay for Level three" Announced the producer. In the same fashion Daisy felt the seat rise slowly with a mechanical rhythm, and a clunk when it got into place. The seat had again started vibrating more, and in the past five minutes she had kept clipping the vibrating ridge in between her legs, and was starting to feel slightly horny, but she pushed the feeling away with the disgust she felt at the situation. "Right girls, can you remove the shorts please?" Daisy's face was not impressed, she didn't come here to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers. Contorting her mouth in annoyance, she was in a staring match with the producer. He looked at his watch, and she knew she was not going to win, what could she do? Break the whole production by wanting to get down? There wasn't even a way off the seat, she would have to get lowered to the bottom again. With more reluctance she took off the shorts while staying sitting as much as she could, trying her hardest not to show too much off. She then threw the shorts to the side and wished for it all to be over. Not knowing how many more levels they would be. The vibrating ridge between her legs seemed, in her mind at least, to be reaching for her clit, but the reminiscent smell of the pit she was just a meter and a half above kept her in the real world.
"Okay for level four" Announced the producer right on time. Daisy knew the score now. Her seat rose slowly, and went clunk as it got into position. The vibrating had gotten fairly fierce now, and it took a lot of will for Daisy to stay off the ridge. She refused to cum in front of all these people, and on camera. Behind her she felt the back of the seat lean forward a little bit, forcing her lower back forward. Daisy felt two effects from this, one it forced her tits forward, giving a great view for all involved, but also moved her clit onto the vibrating ridge.
"Fuck" Daisy wispered under her breath as her breathing got deeper. "Fucking control yourself Daisy" she continued.
"Ready to release" shouted the producer. All Daisy heard was a shriek from the other side of the set, likely to be the mess that Molly was destined to get from all Daisys work on the producer earlier. She couldn't help but think of all that cum that coated her earlier, which did not help the burning orgasm that was brewing inside her. She looked up to see a box above her head but knew she was safe. The thought of her being the reason Molly got messy really excited Daisy, and was pushing towards a powerful orgasm. God it was a good choice to take a facial over whatever they would keep in that box. Imagine washing that out!
"Okay to Final level" Said the producer.
"So this was the finale" Daisy thought to herself. As the mechanism moved up again, as if on cue the vibrations got more powerful, Daisy was sweating, and was amazed that she hadn't moaned out yet. This was going to be epic.

"Click"
Daisy had obviously reached the top, and the vibrating had stopped. She was right on the edge, and she was pulled back to reality. It took a minute to focus on what was going on around her. She was so high up, over two and a half metres above the sludge, and again the smell hit her, and she suddenly felt grossed out again. How dare they cut off her orgasm, maybe she was good at hiding it and they didn't realise. Jesus she was going to be scratching that itch when she got down. Looking over at the producer, he had ticked off something on his clipboard, and then greeted the lady next to him. It looked from this distance like Linda. Probably to come and get some pleasure out of seeing their predicament. She was probably furious it was Molly who got messy rather than her. Daisy gave a chuckle to herself.
"All done guys, thankyou for your help. Hope you're ready for the actual game later. Girls, thankyou for your help, I'll leave it to Linda to help you down from your heights. Linda then brought out an industrial looking controller with a few buttons on it.
"I was told we need to do one more shot, and I had to choose the volunteer." Daisy felt her stomach drop. "I think we all know who deserves this, pressing a button on her controller.

Daisy felt the click below her, and her chair started moving down. It felt like she was falling and panic started to set in. Before she knew it, or could even process what was happening the chair was almost at the bottom of the ramp. Travelling at quite some speed it hit a stop, with the chair no longer moving, and rocking forward slightly, the fact Daisy had made the seat extremely wet did not help her stay on the chair, with her being thrown towards the gunk. The last facial expression was one of fear and surprise. Hitting the slop with a heavy splash, Daisy didn't know what hit her. Going completely under, and staying there for a good few seconds before being able to surface. It all happened so quickly, the feeling of being in all this gunge, it was repugnant. Daisy tried standing up, trying in vain to get away from the smell that she was now part of. Eventually, after slipping a few times, and invariably going under again, she found her feet and stood up in the centre of the tank. The gloop reached her waist, and the still surprisingly sexy outline of her naked top half was on show through the mess. Her face was unrecognisable, but any one of the camera men would know that chest after focussing their cameras on it. At that moment another dulge of gunge fell from the ceiling knocking Daisy off her feet again, and she sat there floating in the multicoloured mess, not really knowing what to do, everything was ruined, her hair was going to take weeks to sort out, and so much for that producer being helpful. She had been bested by her manager, and was annoyed at the situation.

Daisy looked up the other ramp, and saw a slimy, naked, but relatively unharmed Molly, obviously pleased with herself that she got the much better end of the bargain. She was slowly being lowered down the ramp so she could get off at the bottom.
"That bitch should have been in here" Daisy muttered under her breath, as she watched Mollys naked behind saunter down the hallway back to her dressing room. Eventually a small ladder was placed by the side of the tank, and Daisy was able to climb out, and what a sight, even coated in thick slime, it was a great silhouette making their way out of the pool. She then rushed down the corridor and got to her dressing room as fast as possible. When she got there she went straight to the mirror and assessed the damage. She was a mess, her once luscious locks were clumped together and dripping a blue-ish looking liquid down her body, her face had drips of slime running down it, and off of her chin. Looking down she saw that even though the gunge was thick and sticky, it did not cover her up much at all. She was still showing everything off to whoever may have been looking. Thinking back to her flying down the slope, the camera men must have got an eyeful! She resigned herself to the shower where after 30 minutes she had got most of the slime out. She knew that the smell would take a while, but she was happy to be a bit cleaner. She put on her dressing gown and chilled for a moment.

A knock on the door startled her.
"Come in," Daisy thought with worry. A tall man, fairly young and particularly good looking, with a mountain man beard, and an expensive looking suit walked in.
"Hi Daisy, I just wanted to say how impressed I was with you out there." Said the mysterious stranger.
"Thanks?" Daisy replied slightly confused, although intrigued by the suave man.
"I'm the head of the GYOB revamp project, so I was looking over proceedings today. I'm really impressed you volunteered to help out today, I know your job usually is in corporate." Daisy felt this wasn't the time to correct him on the fact she didn't really have much choice. "I have been looking for somebody like you for our team, we need somebody willing to step up and step in when things go wrong, and I think you have proved yourself today." You would get a raise, and would get experience on the studio floor looking after some aspects of the shows I'm running. But like I said, the team also requires sometimes being the tester for the shows, or helping being a stand in. How does that sound?"
"I.. don't know what to say" stumped Daisy. She had actually been offered a great job, helping producers, that would be a dream! "I can stay away from the gunge and mess if I am clever about it, maybe I can "convince* others to do it" she thought to herself.
"I would love to join your team!" She said enthusiastically.
"Great, I'll get on the paperwork then." About to turn around, the executive said "One last thing, it was very mean of them to turn off the vibrating chair at the top of the ramp. When we get you into another show test, the team is nice enough to let you finish before the punishment comes!". Then the smart man walked out, closing the door behind him. Daisy went bright red, realising that maybe she was not as calm as she thought she looked on that ramp!