A Fete Worse Than Before

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The penultimate chapter is here, two installments at once this time (I really am spoiling you).


The five girls of the Sploshington Girls' School Senior Cheerleading Squad were going through their paces. They were all concentrating hard, and seemed to be putting a lot of effort into their athletic movements. They needed to, they had a big performance coming up very soon. The routine was very complicated, involving a lot of leaping, rolling, waving of pom-poms. However the girls, all from the Upper Sixth, were more than able to cope with its demands as they were all limber, fit young women who had put a lot of time into their training.
At last their gyrations came to an end, with them positioned in a line, all in the splits pose and beaming widely, flashing their perfect white teeth to an imaginary audience. Pretty soon they would be performing at the opening of the school's Spring Fete and the audience would be anything but imaginary. They were all looking forward to it, they had spent ages choreographing and practicing, and in just a few days they would have their biggest gig of the year so far.
The girl furthest to the left was called Tori. She was officially the Sploshington Cheer Captain, and in fact was the leader of the gang in more ways than just one. She was not someone to be messed with, certainly if you attended Sploshington and you wanted to continue having any sort of a social life. Her hair was thick, glossy any wavy, a rich brown in colour to match her brown eyes. As soon as her facial muscles relaxed from their theatrical smile she resumed her customary pot, her full red lips never seen in public without skillful augmentation with lipstick.
The girl immediately to the right of Tori was called Jules. She had long black hair, always straightened mercilessly and kept rigidly in place. She was slim and willowy and tall, always very careful to watch what she ate. In fact if a celebrity came out with a new diet fad, it was certain that Jules would be on it within a day or two, despite having no need to do so whatever. She was pretty, just like all the girls, if in a rather arch way. In terms of social standing she was Tori's lieutenant, and often tough about plotting to usurp her.
Continuing on down the line, the next girl along went by the name of Gemma. She was a pretty, petite brunette, her hair relatively short and not as heavily styled as most of the others. She was not a leader of the gang, nor did she ever aspire to be, she was firmly one of the followers and went along with whatever the rest suggested. Also, she wasn't too bright, and often failed to fully grasp situations.
The girl just to the right of Gemma was called Tish, and she was perhaps a little more out of breath than the other four. She was the traditional blonde bombshell with a pneumatic figure. Unfortunately the enormous breasts and hourglass shape didn't exactly lend themselves to athletic gymnastic routines, and she was by far the worst cheerleader of the squad, everyone knew that she was there more for her looks than her ability. Along with her typical dumb blonde looks she had the typical dumb blonde intelligence. However, she did have one particular area in which she would have won a Nobel prize if there was one available, and that was in using her looks to her advantage. Most men she could twist around her finger with expert skill, they were putty in her hands.
All the four that have been mentioned so far were extremely attractive, but the final girl, the one on the far right of the line was easily the most beautiful of them all. She had lovely flame red hair and startling green eyes, She had a body that went in and out in all the right places and skin that was so soft and tender, it seemed almost to be luminous. This vision went by the name of Lucy. She was the absolute antithesis to the other four in terms of personality, she was sweet, nice and caring, scornful of cliques and social climbing, conscientious in her school work. Lucy had joined the Cheerleading Squad, not for the attention or cachet that it would bring her, but because she was genuinely enthusiastic about it, she loved the school and wanted to do her very best for school spirit. The others didn't really understand her, they just couldn't understand her having good, honest motives about what she did. All their snide insults and catty comments seemed to be like water off a duck's back to her, so now they just tended to leave her alone.
"Ok," said Tori, casting a critical eye over her forces "I think that will do far today, but we need to tighten up for tomorrow. The Spring Fete is a really good occasion for us to show off what we can do, and we don't want to mess it up. Everyone will be there watching us." The rest of the squad took on board her team talk and then trooped back to the changing rooms.

The girls busied themselves changing out of their practice gear and into their normal street clothes, four of them spending rather a lot of time on their appearance and one just shrugging on her usual jeans and t-shirts. Naturally Lucy was finished and ready to go first, just as she always was, but she turned to the others with a proposal for what they should do next.
"Hey," she began in her mellifluous voice, "there's that big geography test tomorrow and it's probably going to be really tough. I'm going to the library now to study, do any of you want to come and join me? It always helps if you try to swot up in a gang." She had made such offers before but always been turned down, still she thought that this time might be different. The test really was going to be very difficult and the four weren't that academically able and could use all the help that they could get.
The reaction that she actually got was rather unexpected. The fact that it was negative was not unduly surprising in itself, but the specific nature was. The girls looked amused rather than just frosty, as if there was some great private look being shared among them. There was a definite conspiratorial air between them as well, Lucy even observed a very deliberate wink from Tori.
"No, no thank you," said Tori in a rather disdainful tone, "we'll be alright. Something tells me that we'll do just fine tomorrow."
"Yeah," added Gemma, always ready with an unoriginal thought, "we'll do just fine."
"Oh?" said Lucy in an inquisitive voice, intrigued by the way the girls were behaving, "and why is that?"
"We've got a, er, a study plan," said Jules in a knowing voice, "it's a good one. Really good." There was a moment's silence. Tish couldn't help herself and blurted out a giggle, stifling it with a hand immediately. Lucy knew that something was up, but she couldn't fathom what it was, so she decided to just forget about it. Tori decided to volunteer some more information though.
"In any case," she said, "we can't go to the library now, we have to go and sort out some outfits for the performance."
"For the spring Fete performance?" asked Lucy.
"Yeah, dur, what other performance is there?" said Jules.
"Yeah, durbrain," added Gemma for good measure.
"But why do we need them? The theme for the Fete is sports, we don't need any special outfits, we can just use our normal uniforms."
"What, use our normal uniforms?" said Tori, incredulous at the redhead's suggestion. "That way we'd be the only ones without proper costumes. No way. We're going to sort out new, special uniforms just for this show."
"Don't worry," said Jules, "we'll make sure that we all look fabulous."
"Yeah, fabulous!" said Gemma.
"Hee hee!" chipped in Tish, "the normal uniforms! No chance!" The others resumed their laborious task of self beautification and Lucy could see that they would keep at it for some time yet, so Lucy decided to cut her losses and leave them to it.
When she got to the library she had a lot to think about. The girls' confidence could only mean one thing: Trouble. Normally when a test came round they were defensive in their attitudes, worried even, but never at ease. Sometimes they would try to pretend that it wasn't happening at all, but never before had they openly bragged about how well they were going to do. The conspiratorial air was strange too, what on earth could they have up their sleeves? Whatever it was, Lucy was sure of two things: That the scheme would have been primarily thought up by Tori, possibly with help from Jules, and that it would come to no good.
Another area of concern was the fact that, contrary to Lucy's expectations, the cheerleading squad were not going to be wearing their standard uniforms, but rather especially 'improved' uniforms created by the other four girls (again, it was likely that the bulk of the creative input would come from Tori and Jules). Reflecting on it, she perhaps should have seen it coming. The standard uniforms had to be inspected by the somewhat prudish Mr. Brown before the squad could wear them, and the headmaster would never let the sort of thing that the sort of thing that the girls really wanted pass. Consequently Tori and the rest took every single opportunity to perform in non-standard outfits, usually fancy dress.
These outfits were always as skimpy as possible, and there was no way that the uniforms for the Spring Fete were going to be any different. Tori, Jules, Gemma and Tish absolutely loved the attention that they got from it, it was one of the most importuned reason for them to be in the cheerleading squad. Lucy didn't like the attention so much, not because she was shy and retiring, far from it, but because she though that the attention should be focused on the quality of the routine they were doing, not how tight their tops were or how easy it was to see up their skirts.
She also preferred to a bit more classy and stylish than the clothes that they chose, as they were usually quite cheap looking. Lucy had often suggested outfits that were a bit less revealing and a lot more chic, but these had all been roundly vetoed by the other four. She had learned to just be philosophical about it all. One fact that amused her no end about what they made her way was that she invariably looked far better in all the revealing outfits than any of the other did. Each of them would always imagine that their sexy clothes would ensure that all attention was on them, and them alone, but always it would be the same, over half the crowd staring right at her, Lucy. She knew that this state of affairs annoyed the girls intensely, it really made their blood boil. This also made Lucy most amused, she didn't do it o purpose either, it just happened, and that somehow made it even more funny.
Suddenly Lucy looked at the clock. She was running out of time, this was no time to be idly worrying about things that she couldn't control. She would just have to leave the rest of the cheerleading squad to sink and swim on their own, it wasn't as if she hadn't offered to help. and now she had to concentrate on herself. Lucy buried her head in a book, and attempted to learn all that she could about lava flows.

The exam, just as Lucy had predicted, was extremely difficult. However, thanks to her diligent study Lucy found that she could make a decent stab at most of the questions, and at the end she was pretty sure that she had done alright for herself. She met up with the four other members of the cheerleading squad after coming out of the exam room, or rather they met up with her, as they seemed to want to speak to her and also to crow. There was nothing they enjoyed more than having superiority over someone else, and for some reason the quartet seemed to think that their IQs had rocketed within the last two days.
"Hey there," said Tori, in a richly mocking tone, "how do you think you did in there?" Lucy was still mystified by what was going on, but in the meantime she decided to just play along.
"Well I put a lot of effort over the last couple of days," she said, "and I think that in the end it all aid off. The test was really tough, but I think that with a little bit of luck I'll come out with a B." This was not really an amusing statement at all, rather it was pretty prosaic. Nevertheless this didn't prevent both Gemma and Tish dissolving into giggles after she had finished. Tish in particular seemed to be in the midst of unexplained fits of convulsive laughter. Most odd, thought Lucy.
"Well Miss B," said Jules, joining in with the taunting, "I think that us lot are going to do a little bit better than that."
"Yeah," continued Tori, "we're going to do much better. In fact I reckon that we're going to end up with A plusses all round." Lucy was baffled by all of this shenanigans, what on earth were they all up to? There was no way that they were ever going to get as good a grade as that, none of them were particularly bright to begin with, and they didn't seem to have spent any time at all on swotting up. She almost opened her mouth to demand an explanation as to what was going on. But at the last minute she decided to bite her tongue. They were too wrapped up in their own cares to be likely to condescend to explain things to little Lucy. Besides, it was really nothing to do with her, and the snootiness that they were displaying wasn't particularly directed at her, it was just their general attitude towards life shining through.
Having come to this conclusion Lucy shrugged her shoulders and trailed after the rest of the gang to the changing rooms to get ready for that evening's practice. They went through their choreographed routine several ties, and it was getting really tight now, even Tish was getting through it just about s well as her top heavy body would let her.
"Phew," said Tori, tired by her exertions, "that was really good girls, let's make sure that we keep it up until the actual performance." It was a sure sign that the cheerleading squad was pretty much perfect when even Tori couldn't think up at least one catty remark at the end of a practice. All five girls trooped off from the playing fields with the sense of a job well done.
Given their odd behavior before and their typically mean behaviour Lucy was in no real mood to hang around for too long, she just wanted to get home and curl up on her sofa with a nice cup of tea and watch some mindless, undemanding telly, relaxing after the mental and physical exertions of the day. Therefore as soon as she had taken her brief shower, flung her jeans and tshirt on and tidied up her damp hair into a simple ponytail, she said her goodbyes and hurried home.
The other four members of the cheerleading squad were not nearly so efficient. Many and varied implements of beautification were brought in to play, hairdryers, hair straighteners, foundation, mascara, lipstick, all were used in the four's usual orgy of prettification. After a long time they at last decided that they were just about ready to be presented to the world, and wandered out of the girls' changing rooms in a gaggle, gossiping about the latest school rumours.
They were stopped suddenly just outside the door by the sight of a stern faced teacher. This didn't phase the girls too much however, they were often in some trouble with a variety of the staff of the school, and at this late stage had developed a great skill in wriggling out of it. This particular teacher was Mr. Drake, not one they'd had a huge amount of experience with as they'd stopped taking woodwork at the earliest opportunity, there were far too many ways to chip a nail whilst doing it. Nevertheless, he was a man and they were sure that they'd be able to twist him round their collective little finger.
"Hello girls," he began in a stern voice, "I want to have a word with you lot." He fixed the group before him with his best 'no messing' voice.
"With us?" said Tori in her best girlish, sweet and innocent voice, "why whatever for?"
"I it about the cheerleading squad?" said Jules, "did you watch us doing our routine?"
"We're getting really good now," said Gemma.
"We sure are!" cried Tish, jumping up and down with excitement and hence causing a certain amount of pleasant looking bouncing. This was a routine that was better practiced and more slick than any that they would ever perform on the playing fields. It almost always worked, too, especially when the teacher in question was young and male. Indeed, Mr. Drake swallowed hard, he was a red blooded man after all, but he had a fixed purpose in his mind and he wouldn't allow himself to be diverted.
"I'm afraid that it's quite a serious matter girls. I think it would be better if we discussed this in private in my workshop. Come on, all of you, this way." He turned on his heel and marched resolutely away. The first alarm bells started to ring inside the somewhat dense heads, this could mean real trouble. However they were as yet unbowed, still convinced of their incredible ability to squeeze out of any sort of jam, and trailed demurely after Mr. Drake.
He seated himself behind his desk, it helped to make him feel and seem more professional. He didn't bother to offer his guests a seat, keeping them standing would make them feel more uneasy, and make it very clear that they were very definitely getting told off, and nothing that they could do would alter that fact.
"Now girls," he said sternly, steepling his fingers in front of him, another technique designed to enhance his authority, "I'm sure that you know what this is about. Make no mistake that it is a very serious matter. Do you wish to make a clean breast of it now?"
"A clean breast of it?" said Tori, emphasising the third word and deciding to play dumb, "a clean breast of what? we haven't done anything?"
"Is there anything you'd like us to do?" asked Jules suggestively. Tish and Gemma giggled coquetishly. Mr. Drake swallowed again, put refused to be distracted from his plan of attack. He cleared his throat and continued with his best prosecuting barrister impression.
"Very well, if you don't want to admit to it, that's fine. I don't need any more evidence." He turned the screen of his computer round so that the girls could see it. "Here you see the home folder of the Head of Geography on the school's internal network. Protected by a password due to its having a great deal of sensitive information on it.
"On here are lesson plans, reports, grades, and, of course, the answers to exam papers. It seems that some nefarious person has managed to hack into this folder and obtain the answers to the latest exam. I can only presume that this was done by one of the students with a large amount of expertise in IT, I don't know which one it was and quite frankly I don't really care.
"The people who I am interested in are the instigators, the people who requested the information to be purloined and the people who have profited from it. In other words, you." All four of the cheerleaders let out a single, collective, choreographed gasp.
"Oh Mr. Drake!" cried Tori, in shock and hurtfulness, "How could you ever suspect us!"
""Yes, please believe us Mr. Drake," implored Jules, "we would never do anything like that! We studied really hard for this test."
"We would never cheat," added Gemma.
"Never ever," said Tish, a little unconvincingly.
"It must be someone else," said Tori, "but how would you prove it? There's no way to tell, what a horrible predicament."
"But don't worry Mr. Drake," said Jules, "if we find out anything we'll be sure to tell you straight away. Even the tinniest little rumour."
"Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime, Mr. Drake?" said Tish.
"Yes Mr. Drake, anything at all, we'd be glad to help," finished off Gemma. It was a well oiled machine. But this time it wasn't going to work.
"Cut it out girls," said Mr. Drake, his voice becoming fiercer, "it won't wash this time. You see you happened to make a mistake. The answer sheet stored on the computer was a fake, placed there just in case someone tried to pinch it. The answers on it were wrong, and I have just checked your answers that you gave this afternoon on the geography test. They match the fake answers exactly, they are verbatim copies. There is no way that this could be other than you having cheated, or at least having tried to cheat. I have you bang to rights."
There was absolute silence. None of the girls said so much as a word. This was a real bombshell, something that they had never envisaged when cooking up their elaborate scheme. The fact was slowly percolating through their air filled minds that finally they had run into something serious that they couldn't wriggle out of, not just with a few batted eyelids and suggestive comments at least. They were in big, big trouble.
At the moment nobody else knows about your crime. the next thing I should do is tell the headmaster. Since this was just an internal test and not a public examination he wont feel obliged to call the police, but that's really the only good bit of news for you. I imagine that he'll expel you, all of you. And with your somewhat mediocre academic records and with this incident now on your files, I don't imagine that any other sixth form will want to take you on. Things don't look good." As always, Tori was the first to respond.
"Oh please Mr. Drake," she said in a voice choked with tears, "please don't tell Mr. Brown. We're ever so sorry and we wont ever do it again."
"Yes Mr. Drake," said Jules, adding her own piteous pleading, "please don't expel us, we know with did wrong and we'll do anything to make up for it. Besides, it was all really Tori's idea." Already their close partnership was beginning to crumble under the pressure. Gemma and Tish did not try to put their own cases, their forte was not in speaking. Instead they merely limited themselves to sniffling, letting the odd tear fall down their soft cheeks and generally trying to look like beautiful maidens in distress.
"Weeeell," said Mr. Drake, slowly and carefully, inwardly amused at the hope that flashed across the four girls' faces at this tiniest sliver of hope, "I do have an idea as to how I can avoid calling in Mr. Brown."
"Of course, of course," said Tori, bursting with relief, "we'll do it."
"Yes, we'll do anything for you Mr. Drake, "said Jules.
"Yes, anything," said the buxom Tish in a low, enticing voice whilst lowering her eyes and licking her lips suggestively. Mr. Drake ignored it, he had better ideas.
"Well the first thing," he said, briskly and businesslike, "is that you're going to have to retake the test, honestly this time. You're also going to have to study hard for it, the lowest grade I'm going to accept from any of you is a B." This was going to be hard work, especially for Tish. But it wasn't too onerous compared to what they had just been threatened with, and they knew several brainy boys who would be more than happy to help them out with studying.
"That's fine with us," said Tori, brightly.
"Absolutely fine," said Jules.
"No problem," said Tish.
"Yeah, no problem at all," said Gemma. All four of them had dried their crocodile's tears extremely rapidly.
"I'm not finished yet," continued Mr. Drake in a cautionary tone, "I want you to do something else for me too. The Spring Fete is coming up, as I'm sure you're well aware. The school is still missing a big charity event to go with it. This is where you four come in. You are aware, I'm sure, that at the last fete at Christmas we were most successful in raising a lot of money with the gunging of Miss Blossom, and I want to do a similar event on this occasion. I am sure that you four will raise a great deal of money." Once again the reaction was shocked silence. None of the girls could believe it. They were probably more alarmed and upset by this than when they had been found cheating. This was unimaginable, there was no way they could go through with this. As always in a crisis they looked for Tori for leadership.
"Er, but Mr. Drake," she began hesitantly, "I don't really think that's the best idea."
"I mean we're more than happy to raise money for charity," put in Jules hastily, worrying that their lifeline might be snatched away from them.
"Yes, we'll do the charity thing," continued Tori, "but I think there are probably better ways to get the money. For instance, we're already doing a cheer to open the fete, how about we ask for donations afterwards?"
"And how much do you think that will raise?" asked Mr. Drake, "I'll tell you how much, not enough. You'll have to do better than that."
"Well how about we all four of us get sponsored to do the cheer?" suggested Jules, "That would raise much more. We could do little private cheerleading routines especially for people who donate enough as well."
"That still wont be nearly enough," said Mr. Drake dismissively.
"I've got an idea," said Tish, "how about we do a calendar, we could pose in bikinis and stuff then sell it." Mr. Drake reacted with amusement.
"Do you really think people will pay good money to see the sort of thing that you doubtless have up already on your Facebook pages?," he said, the four wounded expressions confirming that he was right, "besides, there just isn't enough time to get something like that ready before the fete. No, I am adamant on this, it will have to be a gunging or the headmaster.
"Here's how it's going to work. Starting tomorrow the whole school is going to have a vote. People are going to be voting for one of you. When we get to the fete we'll open up the voting to the general public. It'll be a pound per vote. At the end we'll tally up the votes and whichever of you has the most will be gunged. That's it, that's the way it's going to have to be or I'll just have to call the headmaster."
This was different. Before they had thought that all four of them would be in the firing line, but finding out that only one of them was going to get it put a whole different complexion on things. A significant part of the psychology of all of them was that they truly and sincerely believed that they themselves were the best loved and most popular girl in the school. Therefore it would surely be one of the others who got it. Given that none of the girls really and truly believed that it would be them, and given that none of them rally cared about the others, they were all perfectly willing to agree to this.
"Do I take it that you are going to go along with my plan?" said Mr. Drake, satisfied that he had reached the desired outcome of the interview. Four mute heads solemnly nodded, each of them filled with thoughts and schemes as to exactly how they would engineer their escape from the gunge. It was clear that the meeting was now over, and the four cheerleaders left the workshop quietly. They didn't even erupt into gossip once they were out of the teacher's earshot. They were all too cautious, trying to evaluate what had just gone on.
Which of them was going to get the slime? Which one was going to be the unlucky one to take the hit for the others? The thought that one of them might take the hit for her comrades. Comradeship was the furthest thing from any of their minds. One important thing did need to be sorted out amongst them, and that was what they should say the next day at school. It was very quickly agreed that none of the details of the gunge vote would be uttered by any of them. For as long as possible it would remain an embarrassing secret kept just to themselves.
Having made their vow of silence Tori, Jules, Gemma and Tish made their separate ways home, confident, each of them, that despite their crime being discovered, one of the others was going to be taking the punishment.

The next day the rumour of one of the four girls getting gunged at the Spring Fete was all over school. This was a social disaster. Nobody came right out at laughed at them, but there were a few stifled giggles and more than a few snide remarks. It soon became abundantly clear that pretty much every girl in the school was very much looking forward to seeing one of them get very messy.
The day was excruciating. For a start there was the question of who had let the cat out of the bag in the first place. Each one of them firmly denied that it was them, and there was a great deal of suspicion and mistrust amongst the girls. There were no outright accusations, but each of the girls was privately convinced that they knew who it was.
Secondly there was no way that they could outright deny the rumours, as the substance of them was perfectly true, and would be confirmed very soon. All they could do was quietly admit that yes, they had volunteered (for none of them could let the real reason slip) to go up for the gunge vote, and try to quell the more virulent and wildly inaccurate rumours. Some of them were horrific, some of them, involving the quartet being in serious trouble and some teacher strong-arming them into doing this as penance, were surprisingly near to the bone.
Finally of course, it was rather difficult for each of them to try to scheme and plot against the other three, trying desperately to convince anyone and everyone that they were good and virtuous and completely undeserving of the slime, whereas the other three were evil and conniving and ripe for the gunge. And while they were engaged in this activity each one of them was desperately trying to avoid revealing their deviousness to the other three.
It was exhausting work. The bonds of friendship, not exactly strong between them at the very best of times, were fracturing. The girls, once an impregnable, fashionable clique, were looking increasingly isolated. Tori and Jules were the main protagonists. Tish was going it alone too, infuriatingly having the most success in converting boys to her cause, and Gemma was biding her time, waiting to see which one of the two queen bees would emerge the stronger and side with her. Currently it as a toss up.
With all the intrigue going on it was definitely a relief for Tori, Jules, Tish and Gemma to find themselves in the sanctuary of the girls' changing rooms, free from anyone else. However they were not as isolated from the troubles of the day as they might have thought. For posted on the lockers in front of them, posted there as if deliberately designed as a slap in their faces, was the very first poster, advertising the vote for their gunging.
Tori's first instinct was to rip it down, both because it was an unpleasant reminder of their current plight, and because she wanted to hide it from Lucy, who was a couple of minutes late. However, the astute Jules stopped her, pointing at the flyer's details. They were most interesting, and didn't seem to fit with the scenario that the girls had had explained to them in one particular respect.
"Look!" exclaimed Jules, "it says there are five of us up for the vote!"
"You're right!" cried Tori, "who's the other name? Look, it's..." Before she could complete her sentence she was interrupted by the crash of the door and a figure entered the changing rooms. All four of the girls whirled round and looked at the entrance. With one voice they exclaimed:
"Lucy!" Indeed it was her. She casually wandered over to the poster which they were all crowded around.
"Oh, I see you've found out already," she said, "I was going to try to tell you before the promotional materials came out, but it looks like I'm too late. Oh well." For once in their lives these four inveterate gossips and babblers were flabbergasted, astonished in to silence.
"How...," began Tori, finding her voice from somewhere, "how the heck did Mr. Drake get you into this too?"
"Yeah," added Jules, "what has he got on you?" None of them could see Lucy getting caught cheating on a test, she was far too goody goody.
"Mr. Drake?" she said in a puzzled tone, "what's he got to do with it?"
"Er, nothing," said Tori quickly, shooting an annoyed glance at her rival for letting too much information slip.
"No, I went to Mr. Brown," said Lucy, "he's the head of the charity committee."
"How did Mr. Brown get you into this?" asked Tish, slow on the uptake as usual, "what has he got on you?"
"Sush, Tish," said Tori, "he hasn't got anything on her."
"Yeah, Tish," said Gemma, adding her own twopenn'oth.
"Yes, as I was saying," continued Lucy, "when I heard about you four I just had to go to Mr. Brown and volunteer."
"Yes, volunteer," said Tori in a pointed tone, "just like we all did, remember?" The others took the hint. None of them wanted the fact that they'd been caught cheating on the geography test to be made public.
"I think it's really great what you girls are doing," said Lucy, enthusing about what she saw as their common cause, "the school does so much for charity and it's so wonderful to be a part of it. I'm sure it's going to be a great moneyspinner, we're going to raise so much for good causes. You girls are so brave in speaking up first, I would never have dared to make the first move in setting something like this, but I'm more than happy to join in and do my bit." This little speech stunned the others.
There was nothing in it that made sense to them. They didn't believe in joining in and doing their bit. They didn't believe in volunteering, especially not if it was for anything that might be legitimately described as a good cause. They believed in getting everything they possibly could for themselves. Nothing and nobody else mattered. Jules was the first one to venture any probing, trying to find out if there was any hidden motive behind Lucy's inexplicable decision.
"You do know what's going to happen at the Spring Fete, don't you?" she asked cautiously.
"Of course," said Lucy easily, "at the Spring Fete the person who has gotten the most votes goes into a big bath of baked beans. I wonder who it'll be?" How could she be so relaxed? Why had she gone and volunteered in the first place? Why was she not at this moment not trying to undermine her opponents and plot against them?
"But what if you lose?" burst out Tish, articulating succinctly the secret thoughts of most of them.
"Well I'll just have to go in the beans," said the lovely Lucy unconcernedly, "that's just the risk that we all have to take. Though do you know," she lowered her voice at this point in order to impart a secret, "I don't think I'd really mind getting a gunging, getting dunked into all those cold, slimy baked beans. It'd be an interesting experience, a good bit of fun really." This was just so incomprehensible to the other four girls that she might as well have been speaking Martian. There was nothing else to say, and the five trooped out to practice.
That day's rehearsal did not go well at all, the routine was almost as rusty and uncoordinated as when they had first started on it. There was just far too much distraction for any of the members of the Cheerleading Squad to concentrate on their primary activity. The thought of gunging, of having to slide slowly into a big bath full of baked beans, dominated their thoughts. One was imagining what the feeling would be like. The other four were busily engaged in trying to figure out how to ensure that it was she who would get to find out what the feelings would be like in real life.
The practice session was called off early as it was clear that no progress was being made. Tori took the opportunity to give the rest of the squad a good tongue lashing, getting rid of some of the pent up emotion in her system. She really let them have it, her furious tirade re-establishing her as not only the captain of the cheer squad, but as the leader of the clique as well.
Back in the changing rooms Lucy spent no longer than usual getting ready to go home, but to the other four girls it suddenly seemed to tee a lifetime. The four who had never been known to spend less than half an hour to prepare themselves to face public gaze all at once found themselves intensely resenting the brief, efficient ablutions that took Lucy little more than ten minutes.
At last she was ready to go. At the very instant she stepped out of the door, Tori called her coven to order and began plotting.


The one poster that the cheerleaders had seen in the changing rooms had multiplied a hundredfold by the morning. Every noticeboard, every block of lockers, every single spare bit of space in the school contained one of the flyers advertising the vote. The idea of gunge had once again taken the school by storm, it was the subject on every single pupil's lips.
The fact that a gunging was actually taking place at the Spring Fete was not entirely surprising, after all there had been a similar event at the Christmas Fete when Miss Blossom had been totally slimed. However the identity of the participants was most shocking. The perfect little princesses of Tori, Jules, Tish and Gemma getting messy? It was unthinkable!
The inclusion of Lucy made the situation slightly more comprehensible. Most people assumed that the whole thing was ultimately her idea, and that she had somehow persuaded the others to go along with it. This soon became the prevailing rumour, despite Lucy's protestations that she had merely volunteered and the inspiration was not hers, and people soon forgot the (ironically much more accurate) notions of a senior teacher blackmailing them.
All of the participants seemed remarkably calm about the threat hanging over them. Tori, Jules, Gemma and Tish just giggled whenever anyone asked them whether they were scared, or whether they thought that it might be them to go in the beans. All they did was lap up the attention that being in the spotlight gave them and act coy whenever prying questions were asked.
Lucy was happy enough. She was genuinely excited by the thought of raising all the money for charity, and genuinely touched by the attention being paid to little her. Her attitude towards the impending gunge was ambivalent. Half the time she was asked she decided she hated the idea, that she regretted ever volunteering and that she really hoped it would be one of the others going in. But at other times she responded with enthusiasm, saying that she really wouldn't mind if people voted for her, that it wouldn't be so bad being gunged, and that she was almost looking forward to being messed up in front of everyone.
The four girls whom the gunge was specifically designed for were much taken aback with how people looked at them once the vote became public. They had expected to be mocked, to be laughed at, they had expected it to be a major social setback through which they would have to make a long and arduous recovery. But this was not remotely the case. They had somehow achieved, quite by accident, popularity beyond their wildest dreams.
They took this all in their stride, lapping up all the attention and reveling in it. They were especially glad of even more attention than usual from all the boys (for despite it being called Sploshington Girls' School, they did accept boys in the sixth form). There were one or two disquieting thoughts among their four less than razor sharp minds about what would happen o the day of the fete itself, about how things would plan out when the gunge bandwagon came to its inevitable shuddering halt.
But for the moment they were content just to bask in the glow of everybody's appreciation, encouraging people to vote, whether for them or one of their rivals, they didn't really care. The fundraising broke all school records, and broke them easily. Every single pupil and in the school must have cast several votes, and the total raised Miss Blossom's gunging was exceeded several times over. Rumour and hearsay ran wild about who was winning. Tori and Jules were tied neck and neck. Tish had received a single donation of votes worth several thousand pounds. Lucy had an unassailable lead. Gemma was spending every penny she had in voting for herself. No body knew who was really ahead, no running totals were released except for the overall amount raised, and this spurred people on to vote for their favourite even more.
It was the day of the fete. Lucy had expected to have had a restless, but in the end she slept like a baby. As soon as she opened her eyes though, she was suddenly thrilled and excited by the possibilities that the day held. She performed her morning routine with only one thing on her mind. Would it be her that won the vote? Butterflies filled her stomach every time she thought about it and she was unable to touch most of her breakfast.
She looked at the outfit she'd been given last night, spread out on the bed. It was, just as she had expected, a much skimpier affair than her normal outfit. The top was much tighter than her normal one, and the material much thinner as well. It didn't come down to her waist either, exposing a good few inches of beautifully toned torso.
Her skirt, with big pleats and flared out nicely just like all good cheerleading skirts should be, was very short indeed. It bounced around like anything when she had it on, and barely made any effort to cover what it should do, instead revealing Lucy's wonderfully long legs, young, and taut due to her regular exercise.
The overall colour was a baby pink, not the school colours at all, but then it was supposed to be a costume rather than a standard uniform. To complete the outfit there were, all in the same colour, socks and pom-poms, and one other item. Since the uniform was going to be worn as part of a cheer routine involving much leaping, high kicking and general gyration, thoughtfully included were a pair of pants, in bright pink like all the rest, and bearing the legend 'Cheer!'.
Lucy imagined that the other four had been delighted when they saw this little detail in the fancy dress shop where they'd obtained the costumes, and would inevitably be flashing them around as much as possible at the fete. All Lucy could do was wonder whether her own outfit would become stained orange with the baked beans that day. She was still uncertain whether she wanted this to happen or not.
After some thought, Lucy packed the cheerleading outfit into a bag, and decided to wear her ordinary street clothes to the school, then change there. It was quite a long walk, and she didn't particularly want everyone staring at her, wondering what the heck she was doing dressed like that at ten in the morning. Instead she would change in the changing rooms at the school, that was easy enough. She didn't mind the skimpy uniform she had to wear, she knew that she had a good body and that she looked sexy in the clothes, it's just that she admired practicality more than looks in her choice of clothing, and baby pink cheerleading costumes with tiny skirts and tight tops weren't especially practical for a cloudy spring morning.
The quartet of Tish, Gemma, Jules and Tori also woke after a good night's sleep, and they were perfectly serene in their mood, despite the threat of the gunging. They had managed to pass the second geography test (it was touch and go for Tish, but she did make it) and had a day were absolutely the centres of attention to look forward too.
Not for them the primness of taking the costumes with them and wearing normal clothes, they were going to put on their skimpy uniforms as soon as possible, and welcome any gawping bystanders getting an eyeful of their sexy legs and bare midriffs. They were going to work the skimpy uniforms as much as was humanly possible.
They did, however, take an extra set of clothes with them to the fete. This was not in case any of them got slimed, rather they were to change into later when they inevitably got bored of the 'stupid, babyish' fete and decided to go out afterwards. All fur met up at Tori's house before going along to the school in order to compare outfits, swap clothes and prepare makeup bags. That way they could also arrive at the fete as a bunch, and make a much bigger impact with their entrance.
There were a great number of people at the fete. In fact it was a record attendance, anyone and everyone in the town wanted to be there. It was probably not unrelated to the fact that there were five lovely young ladies who were not only going to give a cute little cheerleading routine, but were also up for a messy, slimy gunge vote. The poles were not scheduled to close right up until it was time for the actual baked bean bath itself, and the pound coins were merrily clinking their way into the charity committee's coffers all the time.
Tori, Tish, Gemma and Jules loved all the bustle and excitement, and they especially loved the fact that they were partly the reason for all the hubbub. They always liked to think that they were important, and them being the main attraction for the entire fete was brilliant for them, it was like a dream come true. Lucy was merely happy to just see so many people in one place all enjoying themselves.
The cheerleading routine that formed the opening showpiece of the Spring Fete went perfectly. The five girls worked totally in harmony with each other, producing a dazzling show that had the whole crowd captivated. All the complicated twists and turns came off without incident, it was doubtful whether they had ever got the routine that perfect even in rehearsals.
The audience lapped it up, applauding and cheering wildly. All five of them loved the appreciation they were getting, Lucy because it was a reward for a job very well done, and the other five because it was praise being given to them. They provided cute curtsies to members of the crowd, flashing their knickers and the writing on them to a select few. The people clapped for all they were worth, some of the adulation doubtless due to the anticipation that one of these young beauties was soon going to get very messy.
"Thank you very much" said Mr. Brown the headmaster, taking control of proceedings, "and thank you to the girls of the Senior Cheerleading Squad." He didn't exactly approve of the outfits that the girls were wearing,but he did approve of the school spirit that they were undoubtedly showing and the crowd undoubtedly appreciated it.
"Welcome all of you to the Sploshington School Fete," he continued in his droning voice, "before I proceed any further I have been asked to make an announcement. As you may well be aware these five girls have very nobly volunteered to submit themselves to a vote. The winner of this vote will be very shortly swimming in a bath of baked beans." There were mock noises of disgust from the crowd. "Votes cost only a pound and will go towards a variety of extremely good causes."
Mr. Brown was virtually incapable of being succinct, and this occasion was no different to any other. He droned on for several more minutes, praising the great intentions of the girls, and how indicative it was of the general attitude of the pupils in his care. He prattled on endlessly about the attractions of the fete and how he wished that everyone would have a jolly good time, but said nothing more of any significance. The crowd, deprived of its eye candy, forsook him and wandered off, many deciding to go and cast their ballots for their favourite cheerleader.
The fete got into full swing, though all of the stalls and stands seemed mere distractions, mere sideshows to the main event. This fortunately was not long in coming around, which certainly puzzled Tori, Jules, Gemma and Tish, they had been promised that the gunging would be at the end of the day, the crowning glory. Oh well, no matter, it was perhaps better that they got it out of the way.
Right in the middle of the playingfields the stage for the gunging. A large portable bandstand had been erected, the one that was usually used to hold the large brass band hired for every single summer school reunion. It did not only have a large surface are, but it was very high up, giving it two advantages. Firstly it meant that anyone standing on it could be seen for a long way away, and secondly a curtained off 'backstage' are could be set up around the steps up to the stage.
Mr. Drake was hanging around near the backstage as the quartet arrived. Lucy was already there. He was dressed as a cricket umpire in order to fit in with the theme of sports. The white coat and sunhat suited him well. He said hello to the girls on their way past, and they said hello back, with a surprising lack of hostility in their voices. After all, he had unwittingly given them an awful lot of popularity.
The five cheerleaders, still in their pink uniforms hung around behind the curtains awkwardly, not really saying much, though there were one or two knowing remarks aimed in the direction of Lucy. Mr. Brown, ever eager for his own little spell in the limelight and a chance to hear the sound of his own voice, was giving an introduction. A couple of sentences would have surfaced, but he went on for ten whole minutes before handing over to the mistress of ceremonies, who was that great veteran of gunge, Miss Blossom.
Miss Blossom was immaculately dressed in the outfit of a showjumper. She had on the riding hat, the smart, black jacket over a bright white top. She had on perfect white jodhpurs that clung ever so tightly to her shapely legs and peachy behind. Her riding boots were tall and made of highly polished black leather, they came right up to her knees. Miss Blossom was a vision, clothed from head to toe but just as sexy as any of the scantily clad young women she was just about to introduce, and four of them were more than just a little jealous.
The five cheerleaders were duly introduced and bounced up onto the stage. This was the first time that any of them had actually seen the bath. It was gigantic, not a normal sized bath but a prop big enough to accommodate several people. It was two thirds full of beans. The slop glistened in the sunlight that was now breaking through the clouds, the sauce shone and the beans bobbed horribly up and down. It looked disgusting. It looked ominous. To Lucy it looked almost inviting.
"Okay," said Miss Blossom, the crowd in the palm of her hand, "now it's the time that you've all been waiting for. It's time to get one of these young ladies very messed up indeed. Please give a big warm welcome to Tori, Jules, Tish, Gemma and last but not least, Lucy!" The five smiled and waved, even the four who actively sought attention were slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who had come to watch them. There was a slightly nervous air about all of them, even Tish forgot to take the opportunity of being elevated to flash her undies to the attractive boys in the crowd. The presence of Miss Blossom was comforting however, and they soon began to settle down.
"Right then," said the mistress of ceremonies, "without further ado let's get to the results. There have been far to many votes cast for a poor English teacher like me to deal with the numbers, so let's go straight to the placings. In fifth place, with the least number of votes and most definitely avoiding the beans is... Gemma!" Gemma breathed a sigh of relief in spite of herself. She had not expected to come top of the poll, but was ever so slightly upset that she was apparently the least popular.
"Now we come to fourth place," said Miss Blossom, still laying on the showbiz razzamatazz, "and the girl who has got a great number of votes, but not quite as many as the other three is...Jules!" Jules barely moved, her ice maiden mask unperturbed by the news that she'd managed to avoid a dunking. She gave the briefest of nods to the remaining girls and moved over to the other side of the stage to join Gemma.
"Now we're down to just three," said Miss Blossom, somehow managing to ratchet up the tension another notch, "how does it feel girls? Anyone scared?" Lucy most certainly was, but she was doing her best not to show it. Tori and Tish were impassive. "Okay, time to put another girl out of her misery. The girl in third place is... Tish!" Tish leapt up and down at the news, excitedly waving to the crowd and saucily flashing a bit of thigh before joining her free companions. The anticipation levels of the crowd were rising, they knew that this was time for serious business.
"Okay," said Miss Blossom, genuine excitement in her voice, "we come down to the final two girls. Only one of these pretty cheerleaders will escape clean. The other one will be forced to take a little dip in the bath of baked beans!" There were cheers and 'ewws' in equal measure from the crowd. "I bet that these young ladies are a little bit nervous right now!"
Lucy was indeed extremely nervous She couldn't take her eyes off the huge slimy mass of beans in front of her. For a moment she regretted her decision to volunteer, this situation was all her own doing, she had nobody to blame but herself. Then she thought more clearly, and didn't regret it at all, she was glad that she'd volunteered. She thought of all the money that had been raised, a huge amount, an astronomical amount. She thought of all of the people before her having fun, having a great afternoon out. She thought that she probably wouldn't mind the gunging actually, the beans started to look almost inviting again. Tori, standing next to her, was ice cold, calm and if any emotion was betrayed it was eagerness.
"So without further delay it's now time to announce the final result of the Spring Fate gunge vote. You've all been patient and now you're going to see what you've all been waiting for. In second place, the girl who has just, by the skin of her teeth avoided the horrible bath of beans is... Tori!" The crowd erupted in a tumultuous roar, almost drowning Miss Blossom's final words to them: "So going in the beans is the unfortunate Lucy!"
Tori turned to her final opponent, her face twisted in to a broad, taunting smirk, the words of Miss Blossom music to her ears.
"Ha ha!" she said, "looks like Miss Goody Goody's caring and sharing and loving the charities have got her into the gunk!" To Tori's disappointment Lucy wasn't nearly as devastated as she had hoped. Instead she was looking up at the crowd. They were all cheering for her, not against her, they wanted to see her get gunged because they loved her, because she was their favourite. Miss Blossom was looking at her sympathetically, she was a much needed friend. She squeezed Lucy's arm, a touching gesture and said:
"Have fun. It'll be great." Then she stepped off to one side and let the sole remaining cheerleader take the spotlight. Lucy was heartened by this. She was glad now, glad that she had gone to Mr. Brown to volunteer herself for the vote and glad that she had won it. This would be almost certainly her only chance for a unique experience, and now that she couldn't get out of it, she might as well enjoy it.
Lucy approached the bath slowly and apprehensively, rhythmic stamping coming from the audience, they were baying for her to et the gunging. She was the prettiest one, the sexiest one, and she was the cheerleader that would look the best in the gunge by far. She looked down at the bath. It was just so enormous, so wide, so long, so incredibly deep looking.
Lucy decided on how to approach getting in. There was no way that she could make this easy, so she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible. She perched herself on the rim of the bath, her long legs positioned neatly together, looking as demure as possible in such a skimpy cheerleading uniform. The crowd were chanting now, a rhythmic pulse crying:
"IN! IN! IN!"
Lucy flashed her fans a brilliant smile, the beautiful redheaded cheerleader, perfectly, spotlessly clean, then slid gently forward into the bath. The beans were cold, but not too uncomfortably chilly. She felt them envelop her, first her nice white trainers and her thick socks, then her tanned, supple legs, then her short, tiny little skirt and novelty knickers, resulting in a sharp little pant escaping from her lips. The cloying orange sauce crept up over her taut midriff, then her tiny, tight little top.
She loved the feelings that she was experiencing, the sauce soaking into her outfit, the lumpy beans tickling and caressing her bare skin, even working their way inside her trainers. She was very glad she had come forward and put her name down for the vote, this was a completely mind-blowing experience. She continued her slide forwards, unable to tear herself from the enrapturing grasp of the beans. She slipped under the surface, and the last thing she heard before the beans clogged her ears was deafening, applause.
The four cheerleaders who had recently been reprieved looked on at this spectacle with more than just a little envy. They hadn't expected the reaction of the crowd to be positive, they hadn't expected the people to get behind her. It wasn't a humiliating spectacle at all, and the girls were decidedly miffed that they were now unable to crow triumphantly at her downfall. In fact Tori and Jules were pondering, thinking about as deeply as they ever did, about whether they should have gone in themselves, weighing up the adulation that Lucy was now receiving versus actually having to bathe in baked beans. It was an interesting calculation. They contented themselves with the words of Tish:
"At least we have her clothes," she said, "she's going to have to go home like that."
Lucy's totally slimed head broke through the surface, the beans thickly streaming down her face, but unable to disguise the huge smile that lay beneath. It was abundantly clear to everyone that Lucy was enjoying her slimy bath very much indeed. Miss Blossom was glad to see that she was having fun, and strode out to centre stage,though keeping well away from the bath, she wasn't stupid and didn't want to mess up her pristine riding outfit, and prepared to wrap things up.
"Well done Lucy!" cried Miss Blossom, "well done indeed! I'm sure that you can see the big buckets positioned at the bottom of the stage. They are for the donations that we are continuing to collect. Please give generously, as the ordeal of our intrepid young cheerleader is not yet over! Lucy is going nowhere for the next few hours, she'll be staying in her beany bath for the rest of the fete!"
There was a definite surge of movement towards the stage and generally a lot of reaching into pockets. Lucy wasn't upset by her continued incarceration, rather she was thrilled that she got to spend more time sitting up to her breasts in cold baked beans. She played about in the slime merrily, splashing and flicking beans at the crowd.
Tori, Jules, Gemma and Tish left the scene quite hurriedly. They were most disappointed in how the last part of the event had played out. It was baffling, how on earth could the girl who was made to sit in that disgusting bath suddenly be the most popular girl in the school? A silent decision had been made. They were going to hit the town early, and get out of this place as soon as possible. The girls headed determinedly towards the changing rooms.

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You didn't think they were going to get off scot free did you? Here's the next part of te chapter.


The girls spent a very long time indeed getting ready. Their hair was redone, as was their makeup, to make it even more heavy and exaggerated and put it right on the edge of sluttiness. The outfits that they put on were suitable to go out in, but didn't really cover up much ore than the uniforms, they were all four definitely going to be a hit in the clubs of Sploshington that night.
Gemma was probably revealing the most. She had been persuaded to go out showing so much flesh by a combination of Tori and Jules, they always found it gave them so much pleasure manipulating her. She had on tight denim hotpants with a chunky brown belt, her long legs being totally exposed up until they disappeared into her boots. These were big, black leather ones, with a large chunky heel and a platform. All she had on apart from this was a small, neon green bra top, her breasts being lifted and mad more prominent and her cleavage becoming magnificent. Gemma really didn't mind dressing like this, it was the only way she could be guaranteed some attention next to the other three more extrovert characters.
Tish was paradoxically a lot more covered up, but she still looked very sexy indeed. She had on jeans, but what jeans. The denim was skin tight, it clung to her fantastic legs and large, bubble like behind and might have been sprayed on. In fact it had taken her fully ten minutes to squeeze into them. On her feet were also boots, white ones made of leather and knee high. They had pointed toes and a couple of inches of heel and their tops had a folded over cuff. She had selected a black lacy bra that somehow managed to have a lot of material to it and still expose a great deal of her magnificent, rounded orbs. The bra was visible due to her top, which was made of a black mesh material, and totally see through, it was a breathtaking sight, especially when she bounced up and down with excitement, which she was rather prone to do.
Katie had opted to go for a slightly more classy look than the other three, she felt that it suited her angular face and her thin, tall body. She had selected the classic little black dress. It was strapless number, hugging her body tightly and pushing her breasts together in a lovely couple of inches of cleavage. The skirt of the dress was short, her endless legs unburdened by either tights or stockings. Finally her feet were encased in simple black shoes with a three inch heel.
Tori, the leader of the gang, had decided that she needed to stamp her authority over the other three, and so she had selected a very dominating looking outfit, made entirely of black leather. A short skirt, a simple tight top, they adorned her ravishing body wonderfully. She was the only one to have selected any sort of coat, and this was purely for style and not for practical reasons. Her leather jacket was tough looking, but not too tough. It said biker chick, but not a biker chick that would get anywhere near a dirty, smelly motorbike. Her shoes were shiny and black, pointed in the toe and with a four and a half inch heel. Tori was pleased to note that her heels were ever so slightly higher than Jules'.
They were dressed to kill, they looked fantastic and they knew it. They were ready to get out of stupid school, away from the lame school fete and get to a bar. This was why they were more than just a little annoyed to find themselves being accosted just outside the changing rooms by the figure of a white coated cricket umpire with a stern expression on his face.
"Hello girls," Mr. Drake said in a serious tone, "could I have a word with you in private for a moment." This was deja vu, what could the guy want now? This was a real drag. Tori, the one used to taking the lead and feeling powerful in her slinky black leather outfit, voiced the response of the gang.
"I don't think so," she said defiantly, neither knowing nor caring what he wanted to talk to them about, "we've got to be somewhere else. It's not in school time and we don't have to." rather than the angry reaction that they had expected, Mr. Drake merely looked bemused. From round the corner the immaculate horse woman appeared, her arms folded and a fierce look of her face.
"Hang on a minute there," she said, in a superior voice, "I think you'll want to stay. If you don't then you just might find that a phonecall has been made to all the bars and clubs in town telling them that there's a bunch of seventeen year olds from Sploshington Girls' School going around."
"But we're all eighteen!" cried Jules indignantly. Miss Blossom merely shrugged.
"We'll tell them that you've got fake IDs." Her steely gaze fixed each of the girls in turn and they knew that they'd met their match. Reluctantly they marched off to Miss Blossom's office, Mr. Drake ponderously bringing up the rear. In contrast to the previous interview, there was no beating about the bush from Miss Blossom, she wheeled round and went on the war path immediately.
"Look at this," she demanded, brandishing a computer printout, "we know you've cheated the voting, you used the services of the same spod who helped you hack the answers to the geography test to access the online voting and make it seem as if Lucy won." The four were taken aback by this onslaught, but nevertheless Tori gamely opened her mouth to protest.
"Don't try to deny it," cut in Miss Blossom, taking the wind out of her sails, "we have all the evidence we need. The only question is what we do now with the information. There are lots of people we could call. Mr. Brown. The police, I'm sure they'd be anxious to know about the fraud. Or how about we announce it to the crowd? Most of the school is here, what will it do to your popularity if they know you've cheated them?" The four girls were extremely cowed by this, though they were probably more alarmed by the last possibility than by the threat of the police. Mr. Drake decided to take over, he was the designated good cop.
"Don't worry too much girls," he said in a reassuring tone, "there's a very easy way out for you. You may not like it at first, but rest assured, it's by far the best solution to the mess you've landed yourself in."
"What is it?" asked Tori guardedly, still being the official spokesperson of the group.
"Well you've got to get yourselves into a mess. We want to stage another gunging." The girls were shocked, this suggestion chilled them to the bone.
"No!" cried Jules in a disbelieving voice, "not another gunge!"
"I've just spent ages on my hair!" wailed Tish.
"Me too!" agreed Gemma.
"No way," said Tori in a firm manner, "there's no way we're getting gunged." It was time for the bad cop again.
"Yes you will!" yelled Miss Blossom, "you've got to go through with it." She started walking slowly and dramatically towards the door, her tall boots clicking ominously on the floor. "Of course if you really don't want to do it then I'll just have to make an announcement. You may want to make yourselves scarce, there's about to be a lot of angry people out there."
What a quandary for the girls. What should they do? The consequences of being found out by the general public was terrible. Once Mr. Brown knew he might well expel them, and even if he were in a good mood and spared them, life would be intolerable. Simply everyone would be laughing at them, and there would be nothing they could do about it.
"Wait!" cried Tori, her voice full of desperation. She thought of the horrors of what would happen if they were exposed. Then she thought of the acclaim that Lucy had just been accorded in going into the baked bean bath. She decided to be brave. This was how she'd gotten to be the leader of the gang in the first place, taking risks.
"I'll do it," she said, in a quavering but definite voice. The other three cheerleaders looked at her. Jules was just on the verge of trying to pin the blame solely on Tori and make sure that she personally managed to wriggle out of it. This statement stopped her in her tracks.
"I'll do it too," said Gemma, the inveterate follower. Tish, the girl most ruled by her emotions, was caught up in a daydream about what fun Lucy appeared to have been having in her sloppy bath, and how it might be nice to be gunged.
"Ok, count me in," she said with a brief giggle. At this point Jules had no choice, she had to go on with the others.
"Fine," she said, resignedly, "I'll do it as well." once more Tori was the established leader, and Jules was still in second place. The leather clad vixen was pleased by this small victory, but wasn't looking forward to what was about to happen to her.
"Very sensible choice," said the good cop Mr. Drake, "so meet us by the bandstand in five minutes. And don't do a runner." Following this cautionary advice the four defeated cheerleaders trudged out, resigned to their slimy fates.
"Very well done Geoffrey," said Miss Blossom as soon as they were out of earshot, "that was a very good plan indeed. one thing puzzles me though. Who actually did all this computer hacking?" Mr. Drake laughed.
"A pupil named Derrick. He can cope well enough with A-Level IT, but he's no threat to the CIA mainframe just yet. He thought he was being really clever, but I had to give him a lot of surreptitious help with getting the exam answers and access to the voting system."
"Good," said Miss Blossom, "let's got to the business in hand. Have Kirsty and Daisy got everything they need?" Mr. Drake replied affirmatively. "Kirsty has the video camera and Daisy's primed for the stills," he said, "it'll be another great one for the scrapbook."

Tori, Jules, Tish and Gemma stood in front of the crowd, dressed in all their finery, and about to get very messy. There were even more people there than before, and they had a hungry look about them, they were gagging for a bit of gunge. Lucy was still there of course, her huge bath moved over to one side, and she was still merrily playing about, relishing the feelings of the cold slimy beans trapped everywhere about her cute cheerleading uniform.
Three of the girls now taking centre stage were very nervous indeed, they didn't know exactly what was coming, and that made it so much worse However the crowd before them, who had applauded so loudly when they walked on to the bandstand, had the effect of calming them somewhat, despite the fact that it probably would have scared most people, because they loved the attention. Tish was not nervous at all, she had already made up her simple mid that being gunged looked fun, and she was determined to enjoy herself. Miss Blossom bounded up the stairs behind them, glowing with anticipation and very glad to be resuming her position as mistress of ceremonies.
"Good afternoon, people of Sploshington!" she cried, "welcome to he second gunging of the day!" The crowd went wild, they couldn't wait for the rest of the day's entertainment. The applause flooded over the girls' consciousness, somehow this wasn't as bad as they had feared. After all, the people out there didn't want to see them slimed because they wanted to see some humiliation, the crowd wanted to see some cute girls get messed up because it made them look even better.
"We're going bigger and better than before!" cried Miss Blossom, continuing her spiel, "Lucy is still sitting there in her bath of baked beans." Lucy gave a little wave to the crowd, her continuing delight at her situation still evident. "But now we have another treat for you. We have not just one, not just two or three, but four,count them four lovely ladies to gunge this afternoon." She was working the audience like a pro. "And the best thing is that this time it's you, yes you the audience who will get to mess these pretty girls up. Yes, it's time for the First Annual Sploshington Girls' School Cheerleader Gunge Auction!"
The crowd applauded and cheered loudly for fully five minutes, they had been whipped up into a complete frenzy by Miss Blossom and were positively gagging for the slime. Tish was too, she couldn't think of anything other than getting herself all messed up. Tori and Gemma, were uncertain, they were lapping up the attention they were getting, but trying not to think about what was about to happen. Jules was not happy at all, she was wishing dearly that she'd managed to pull a fast one in Miss Blossom's office, usurped Tori and somehow managed to escape.
"So without further ado, let's get on with the show," announced Miss Blossom, "the first lot is this pie." She brandished a large, extremely cream laden piece of confectionery that looked very tempting indeed. "So who wants to smack this into one of these girls' faces? I'll start the bidding at one pound."
The audience was a little slow off the mark with the bidding. For one thing, they were still a little uncertain about participating in the gunging, nobody wanted to be the first person to go up onto the stage, and for another thing the more astute members of the crowd were holding onto their wallets for the time being, certain that greater delights were to come. The girls were heartened by merely the sight of the pie, but about them had been erected some shelves that were groaning by messy substances of all descriptions. It looked very bad for them.
Eventually Miss Blossom, cajoling and haranguing for all she was worth, eventually managed to get the amount up in fifty pence installments to five pounds. It was bought by a classmate of the girls, Emma was her name and she detested the cheerleaders. She took great delight in taking delivery of her purchase from Miss Blossom, and looked the line before her up and down, taking her time in selecting who she would use it on. There was really no contest though, she came to a halt in front of Tori, the leader of the gang and the one she hated the most.
Tori had her eyes closed, she just knew inside that the first bit of mess was going to be hers. She deserved it, she supposed, it had been her ideas that had got them into this situation. However, despite the fact that she had enjoyed the adulation that she'd received so far, and despite the fact that she'd resigned herself to her fate, she just wished that the ground would open up in front of her and swallow her up. Emma didn't make it easy for Tori. She teased her for ages, leaning the cream pie close to her face, then withdrawing it, making her stomach turn somersaults. Tori whimpered, Emma decided to strike, she took a huge backlift then smashed it forcefully into her face. The crowd roared at the big, squelching splat of the impact, enthralled by the first bit of mess touching the young woman. Tori reeled, more from the psychological impact than the physical one. The cream felt cold against her face, a couple of blobs dripped off her and on to her leather top. It was horrible, she felt humiliated. Tish , Jules and Gemma sniggered at her, oblivious of he fact that the same and worse was about to happen to them. But the cream felt slightly sensual against her skin, and as Tori looked at the applauding crowd, she felt the first stirrings of pleasure.
Emma was tickled pink by the reaction of her old enemy, she had loved the experiencing of pieing someone, so much so in fact that she immediately whipped out another five pound note and asked for another pie. Miss Blossom had thought that the auction format would have to be a bit flexible, but she thought that it would have lasted a bit longer. Still, she didn't see why Emma shouldn't be given her wish, there was plenty of mess to go around. She took hold of her prize eagerly, and had no hesitation in immediately marching up to Tish, and smacking the pie right into her pretty face. She had done it with venom, but Tish enjoyed her treatment, she let out a whoop of joy and reached out to hug Emma. She pulled away in disgust, the blonde bimbo had defeated her by reacting positively to her punishment, and slunk quickly away back into the crowd.
This first salvo had the effect of loosening up the audience a bit, stirring them into action, people who had been hanging back were now bidding wit enthusiasm. The next pie was bought for around eight pounds by a quiet boy, a classmate of theirs, quite a handsome young man but one who'd somehow managed to avoid being a target of their myriad affections as yet. He took the pie slowly and carefully, and had no hesitation whatsoever in choosing Gemma as his victim. The brown haired beauty stood stock still as he gently, carresingly mushed the creamy pie into her expectant face. For once she decided to break out and be independent of the views of Tori and Jules, this was most definitely enjoyable, the cold cream felt so sensual, and this boy was so gentle with is. Gemma gave him a wink, and he hurried off stage with his cheeks flushing darkly red.
Only one girls remained unscathed. Jules had been dreading this moment, it was now inevitable that she was next, she was bound to be on the receiving end of the next lot in the auction. She wondered who it would be. She couldn't think of a lot of people she didn't want it to be, but she couldn't think of anyone she would want it to be. In the middle of debating inwardly whether a stranger would be better than someone she knew she was jerked back to reality by the cheering from the crown signifying that it was all over. She looked round for the person who would deliver the blow, then looked down. It was a small boy. She had never envisaged it being anyone like this. He was too small to reach, and she was forced to kneel down in front of him. somehow this was so much worse. He was not gentle, he didn't know his own strength and Jules was rocked back by the humiliating impact of the big creamy pie right into her pristine face. She stiffly wiped the cream from out of her eyes, stood up and rejoined her compani ons as quickly as possible, her cheeks burning under their messy coating, and longing for the ordeal to be over soon.
"Great!" exclaimed Miss Blossom, "now everyone has had a taste of the mess. Time to step things up a little! Let's double the lot - two pies!" The girls had expected that the people who were most likely to want to slime them were classmates of theirs, female ones that they had slighted in the past and now wanted revenge. However, this was largely not the case, the person who bought this lot was a rather handsome young man. He came up with a predatory grin on his face and eyed the four of them up and down with interest, but the smile flashed at him by Tish made up his mind. He approached the blonde bombshell, who closed her eyes in anticipation, but there was no hit on her face. Instead the huge sloppy pies were splatted into her breasts, bringing a whoop from Tish. Her cream covered face was a mask of surprise as she felt the mess soak into her enormous breasts, but it was obviously not an unpleasant feeling. The young man gave her a grin that bordered on a leer, then passed her a slip of paper that obvious ly contained his phone number. This was very cheeky, but it didn't prevent Tish from secreting the paper.
"That was a nice pieing," exclaimed Miss Blossom, evidently something of a connoisseur, "I think that we've had enough of them for now though. It's time to open up the auction a bit. The next lot is for the piece of mess of your choice! Yes, that's right, you can select anything you want from these shelves and use it on any of these girls in (almost) any way you want!" This certainly stirred the audience up, and the prices were getting higher. By the look of all the stuff around the stage that by the time the auction was finished an absolute fortune would have been raised.
the same man ended up being a winner again, and he made a beeline for Tish, she was becoming very popular. He selected a bucket of horrible looking mud. Having made his choice of substance and of girl, and having already messed up her top, he attempted to pour the mess down her trousers. He was foiled, however, for Tish's jeans were just far too tight for this, despite her and the man's best efforts. Finally, after a couple of minutes of trying, Miss Blossom came to their rescue.
"Make like Picasso," she said, handing him a large paintbrush. The man grinned at this, and wasted no time in dipping it into the bucket. the mud was wonderful, a great slimy consistency, with lots of disgusting lumps in it. It was liberally slapped on to Tish's tight sexy jeans. She shrieked with the coldness at first, shivering and causing a few blobs of cream to fly off her marvelous bosom. The brown mud stained the blue denim horribly, the man took great care to paint every square inch, concentrating rather a lot on her round, pert behind, producing a low moaning from Tish. Eventually he was done, and stood admiring his handiwork until he was chased off by Miss Blossom, who wanted to move things along. He disappeared back into the crowd once more, but not before Tish had called out to him:
"I'll be seeing you later!" and blowing him ad kiss.
Tish had been monopolizing the attention of the audience for far too long though Tori, it was time for drastic action, she needed to re-establish herself as the leader of the gang. But what could she do? Then she had a brainwave. Before Miss Blossom could announce another lot she seized the opportunity and somewhat rashly yelled out:
"The next person can pour custard down my top!" She regretted it almost immediately, what had she been thinking? but it did have the desired effect, all eyes were suddenly on her. The sight of the attractive leather clad girl practically begging to be gunged stirred a lot of interest, the bidding intensified still further. Eventually the winner was declared to be a slightly older man, probably past forty, but still not too bad looking. This hadn't been exactly what Tori had had in mind, but she was still grateful for the attention and at least the limelight was temporarily away from Tish. The older man took immense pleasure in pouring the custard down Tori's impressive cleavage into her sexy black leather top. At first no effect was visible, apart from the widening of Tori's eyes, but there was so much custard in the bucket that soon her top overflowed and spilled down her front, staining it yellow. She didn't really mind the gunging, the stuff felt a tiny bit cold, but it wasn't too bad. It was even better once it started to warm up. The older man had become rather flushed whilst he was pouring custard down between the beasts of the sexy cheerleader, and he practically ran off the stage and away.
Despite Tori's best efforts, the next general lot was sold to another attractive young male and he once again went over to Tish. He picked up a bucket of spaghetti, the thin, disgusting strands covered in cold sauce. He got Tish to hold out the neck of her mesh top, which produced an expression on Tish's face that clearly said 'uh-oh!'. Then he hefted the bucket up in his strong arms, and began to pour. The stuff slithered and slopped out, sliding slowly and horribly down inside the blonde cheerleader's top, the freezing slimy sauce causing her to squeal deliciously. It slid all the way down her front, oozing around her bare skin. There was so much in the bucket, it seemed like he was pouring for hours, but at last he was finished. The audience had been making loud appreciative noises, they could see, by virtue of her top's see through qualities, the spaghetti's progress. The slime started to warm up, and Tish obviously began to enjoy her treatment, she began to massage the gunge around, kneading it in to h er magnificent breasts and sliding it around her perfect skin. Wolfwhistles and cheers came in abundance from the crowd as they watched this amazingly sexy show that the fantastic blonde was putting on for them, it was breathtaking and they were becoming frenzied. Miss Blossom saw that she better take control of the situation before some of the more enterprising guys in the crowd started to get ideas.
"Well done Tish!" she exclaimed, "fabulous gunging there! Now how about their hair? It's looking pretty clean at the moment! Let's make the best lot be messing up the hair of Jules!" Jules' heart sank. She knew that she would have to face some more punishment at some point, but it was terrible to be picked out in this way,her cheeks burned all over again. And her hair, too! The hair that she cherished, and that she had just now spent ages on getting just right! It was intolerable. A winner was soon found, and it turned out to be the same little boy as before, who had obviously taken a shine to her and had a very indulgent (and very rich, the prices were not cheap at this point) mother. He pointed to a pretty green pot of paint, and Miss Blossom handed it too him along with a brush, while Jules was forced to kneel down and hang her head. Her perfect hair was duly turned bright green. She didn't feel much, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation in itself, but the humiliating feelings that washed over her were excr uciating. It took him fully five minutes to slime her long, straight hair was sufficiently covered sufficiently, and Jules just had to keep kneeling there in supplication and let it happen. Finally he was done, and wandered off in search of an ice cream, and Jules was free to stand up and rejoin her companions, hoping fervently that the paint would eventually wash out.
Miss Blossom had decreed that Gemma was next under the gungey hammer. She was bought by Miss Falls, a teacher that she had rather impertinently talked back to in their last lesson. The desire for some revenge was written clearly on her face. She took her time in selecting her weapons, evidently intent on making things as unpleasant as possible for Gemma. Eventually she settled on a range of condiments, after coughing up an extra fiver for the privilege of using multiple substances. First was ketchup, sprayed straight from the bottle right onto Gemma's pristine hair, giving her punk like red streaks. Immediately she was done with that bottle she started on another, this one full of mustard. Gemma was still enjoying herself at this point, giggling at the thought of her head being treated like the filling of a hot dog. Her hair was pretty much covered by now, but Miss Falls wasn't finished yet. It was brown sauce next, the brown, ominous looking slime tipped right over Gemma's head. She was starting to experie nce the smell now, and she was not having quite as much fun. It became even worse when Miss Falls decided to finish off by using a big jar of mayonnaise, taking great lumps of the white mess in her hand and smearing it on with relish.The whiffy vinegar smell was overpowering now, and Gemma's face was creased up in an expression of disgust. She was sure that she would never misbehave in class again!
Tori's locks were the next to be put on the line, she was very proud of her hair so it was only a slight consolation when the winning bid was placed by a nice young man. At last she was poaching them off Tish! He had just finished tucking in to some fish and chips from one of the stalls, and this obviously inspired his choice of gungey substance. He hefted a large bucket of mushy peas. They felt very sloppy and slippery as they tumbled over her pretty hair, running of and trickled agonisingly down her back, inside and over her leather top. Still, she took it in good spirit, the smile that the young man gave her made her fell better, and she was really starting to get into the spirit of things.
Finally there was only one girl with her locks still intact, the vivacious and irrepressible Tish. She had a good idea as to what to do next, and cried out her suggestion to the crowd.
"Why don't I stick my head into a bucket of custard!" she yelled with enthusiasm, bouncing up and down, causing the spaghetti trapped against her top slide around her. This seemed an excellent idea, Miss Blossom thought, and decided to abandon the auction format for now in favour of a general collection, which would surely gather much more money. She was right, the bucket that she passed round came back laden with coins, and even a couple of notes. Tish had already picked out the instrument of her doom, and the moment that Miss Blossom gave her permission to proceed she rammed her head down into the gunge. She kept it in there for as long as her breath would hold, making absolutely sure that she got maximum coverage, shaking her head about, all the time her perfect posterior, thoroughly coated in mud, wiggling and jiggling high in the air. She at last removed her head from the bucket, the only recognisable feature on her face her mouth, fixed in a brilliant white smile. Her formerly blonde hair was now a pa rody of itself, being a brilliant yellow in hue, the sloppy custard dripping of Tish's gunged head. she was loving it.
To get the gunge auction back on track Miss Blossom announced another general lot: Whatever the buyer wanted over whichever girl he wanted. The bidding was fierce, and the prices were getting high, so high that the lot was in the end purchased by a consortium. They were a bunch of young lads, about the same age as the girls, and despite looking slightly shifty, were evidently just up for some good laughs. After a bit of a chat amongst themselves they decided on pies. Each of them took one in each hand and went over to stand in front of Tori, which pleased her immensely, the entire gang had chosen her over Tish. They chose to unleash a surprisingly well coordinated volley on to her leather miniskirt. Tori was shocked at the quickness of the pieing, the cream soaking into the leather and covering it entirely. She let out a great yelp of half outrage and half pleasure as the final pie was delivered into her panties, her short skirt having been swiftly lifted up. It was a funny feeling, and one that she rather enjoyed. She wiped a finger through the white stuff plastering her skirt and raised it to her lips, licking it seductively. Miss Blossom had been distracted for a minute, and Tori greatly enjoyed flirting quietly with the lads for a while. Before today she never would have believed it, she was covered in mess, her top was full of custard, her hair was covered in mushy peas and her skirt had just been hit with a barrage of pies, and yet she was having fun.
It turned out that Miss Blossom had been in earnest negotiation with a member of the crowd, an older looking man wearing a shabby raincoat that had seen better days, and he wanted to purchase a job lot, have all the girls do a specific task for him. This was highly irregular, but evidently the king of money he was offering was high, so eventually Miss Blossom relented and took possession f a wad of banknotes whilst listening to his precise instructions. Evidently he was interested in feet, or at least what went over the feet. Jules was selected first, given that she was probably still the cleanest. Miss Blossom took her heels way from her and filled them up with cold, lumpy rice pudding. This was not good news for Jules, she shot a glance of pure hatred to the man, who was looking on with keen interest. But she did as she was told and slipped her bare feet, with the pretty toenails painted red, into her shoes again. The disgustingness of the situation was evident on Jules' face, she didn't enjoy it at all s the cold slop squashed under her foot and squished between her toes. The second shoe was even worse since she knew what was coming, but somehow she managed it. Some of the rice pudding was squeezed out and covered the neat, black leather of the shoes, some running in dirty white trails down the high heels. Jules was not having a good time at all.
Tish came to Miss Blossom's attention next, she begged to let her have her turn now. Miss Blossom smiled affectionately. Tish was most certainly getting into the messy situation, she was having a absolute whale of a time and so Miss Blossom let her have her wish. Tish beamed with excitement as she hurriedly bet down to unzip her boots, which had somehow managed to remain relatively unscathed during the paining of her jeans with thick, brown mud. Miss Blossom took them away, then slowly and carefully filled each one up to their brims with porridge, cold lumpy porridge that was an institutional grey in colour. Tish's eyes lit up at the treatment that her poor white leather boots were receiving, and virtually snatched them out of Miss Blossom's hands as soon as she was done. A deliciously disgusting wet squelching noise accompanied her putting the first boot on as the porridge spilled over the top and down the white leather. A few groans came from the crowd as she did the zip up, but the sympathy was misplaced , Tish was in her element. The pleasures of putting on the second boot were indescribable, she rolled her eyes at the incredible feelings. Finally she had both boots firmly on her bare feet. There was a lot of in the boots, they were very tall and not especially tight, so there was an awful lot of gunge trapped around Tish's pretty little feet. She paraded up and down the stage, the porridge slurping and squelching inside the boots, some slopping over the sides.She left oaty footprints in her wake, and both she and the man who had stumped up the cash were very happy about it.
Tori, sick of Tish upstaging her throughout the auction, insisted on going next, and Miss Blossom could find no reason to object. She gladly took Tori's shoes from and proceeded to spoon large amounts of spaghetti in sauce into them. This was slightly disorientating for Tori, surely this wasn't too sexy or appealing. But gamely she did as she was bid and swiftly dunked her feet in to her messy shoes. It felt very slimy indeed against her bare skin, the fronds of spaghetti felt ticklish round her toes, and some of them were crushed inside her toes. This was actually quite fun, Tori wiggled her toes and stepped back and forth, the crushing of more strands of spaghetti under her feet eliciting a few giggles.
Gemma was the last girl to have her footwear messed up, she had been feeling quite neglected since the last thing to happen to her had been her ever so smelly shampoo at the hands of Miss Falls. Thus she was rather glad to have to unzip her nice clean leather knee high boots and hand them over into the devious clutches of Miss Blossom. Miss Blossom took them over to the shelves where she very carefully filled them up to the top with wibbly wobbly red jelly, making sure not to spill any. Ever so much of the stuff was tipped in, and Gemma looked on at the process eagerly. The took the boots back from Miss Blossom gladly, and wasted no time at all in plunging her bare foot deep into the first black leather boot, a quick squeak of ecstasy as her toed plunged deep into the gungey jelly. She gleefully forced her foot deeper into the boot, the mess falling out of the top. The process was repeated with the other boot, which was even fuller of jelly, it fountained out of the top, spattering up her leg. Gemma found it amazing, she zipped each boot up in turn, pressing the slime further against her skin, then she took a few steps in the platformed leather boots, reveling in the sensations produced.
The sight of the rather scantily clad Gemma squishing around in her boots made on member of the audience in particular very excited. The same boy who had previously pied her in the face bid hard and fast for the next lot, and unsurprisingly won it. However he did not immediately bound up to the stage, but rather he spent a couple of minutes in deep conference with the mistress of ceremonies before handing over his money and completing his journey, having clearly emerged the victor in that particular debate. It turned out that he had negotiated to purchase two goes at the slime (with twice the price of course) and there was only one girl he was interested in. He stood before Gemma with lust in his eyes before easing out the waistband of her denim shorts and ever so slowly and tenderly slipping the porridge down inside them. Gemma stiffened as the cold slop poured into her private regions, sliding and slopping around inside her shorts. Some of the gunk worked its way round behind, hugging her behind deliciously, and more of the stuff fell out of the end of the shorts, dropping onto her bare, ravishing legs. All the time her gaze was fixed right into the eyes of her tormentor, but not in anger, rather in adoration. The bowl of porridge was a very big one, and he poured it all out gradually, never wanting the moment to end, minute after minute passing and still he was pouring. Finally though, much to the regret of both the parties involved, all the porridge was gone.
However, the silent, handsome stranger was not done yet. He stepped over to the shelves, pondered for a moment, deep in thought, then carefully selected a jug of sticky, black treacle. There was only one item of Gemma's outfit that was still untouched, her tiny green bra top. Slowly, tenderly, the man pulled the left cup away from Gemma's large, rounded breast, then began pouring the viscous, horribly sticky stuff. A deep, satisfied sigh came from the woman when it impacted, that graduated to a full blown moan of pleasure as her breast became totally engulfed. Swiftly the man switched to her right bra cup, provoking a similar response. It did not take too long for that bra cup to be filled and there was still quite a bit of treacle left. The man had no hesitation in scooping up a blob in each hand and began massaging treacle directly into the green material of the tiny top. Gemma was not concerned at all by this rather bold move, indeed, she seemed to welcome it, closing her eyes and running her tongue around her lips.
"Ahem," a very pointed cough from Miss Blossom brought the two young things out of their reveries, and the man was suddenly embarrassed, massaging treacle into a girl's breasts in front of so many people. Gemma was not embarrassed at all, and gave him a definite, deliberate wink as he departed, there was certainly a chemistry between those two.
Jules had been watching the demise of her companions with interest, only her extremities having suffered so far. She knew, she could tell that things were about to get a lot worse for her, a few short minutes ago she would have been dreading it, but her attitudes had been changing. She saw how the three girls to her right were lapping it up, having the audience applauding and cheering their destruction, while she herself was neglected. She noticed how all of them had enjoyed their treatment, having the time of their lives, and Lucy too was still having fun trapped in her baked bean bath off to the side. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she should loosen up a little bit. The reactions that Tish and Gemma had been getting were most troubling, normally she was way more popular than them, definitely being number two to Tori. However now she was very much in danger of being relegated to fourth place, maybe even fifth place behind Lucy. Something had to be done. She needed to do something shocking, both very sexy and very messy. An idea came to her. Could she face doing it? Could she face the humiliation? But it wasn't really humiliating, was it, not unless she made it so. She glanced over at Gemma, normally the quiet docile one, and saw how excited she was, how comfortable and out of her shell. Her mind was made up.
"Look at Jules!" cried Miss Blossom, "she's still looking far too clean." Jules had anticipated being picked on, and leapt in before the mistress of ceremonies could go any further, preferring if she was going to be messed up to have it happen on her own terms.
"I'll take off my dress, wash it in slime and then put it back on!" This got a good response from the audience, and Mss Blossom could see absolutely no reason to stand in her way. A bucket was passed around, garnering even more cash than before, for this was a sight that every member of the crowd wanted to see, the elegant dark haired girl finally getting really messy. Things happened so fast that Jules didn't have time to get nervous or to regret her decision, in the twinkle of an eye the cash had been collected and everyone was looking at her. Being the centre of attention was reassuring her, and she calmly and assuredly wriggled out of her tight dress. There were a lot of wolfwhistles from the crowd, they very much appreciated the sight of the beautiful young woman slipping of her outer garment to reveal her underwear, which was black and sexy looking, skimpy too, the design of the dress meaning that the bra had to be strapless. She dipped the dress into the huge bucket of purple gunge tentatively at first, but soon became more enthusiastic, the gunge felt cool and smooth against her hands. She gave the clothing thoroughly, then held it up for the audience to see. They made various noises of disgust, but really they were dying to see her do the deed. Swiftly she stepped into the dress, then immediately pulled it back up, felling the cool gooeyness envelop her thin, firm young body. She was definitely converted to mess at this point, she loved the experience of putting the figure-hugging, gunge drenched black dress on. The slime dripped off her, huge droplets of it falling off the hem of the short skirt.
The crowd went wild, the slim cheerleader's dress was even more sleek and shimmering. It inspired a member of the crowd to start bidding, and bidding high. Jules was very surprised to find that the boy in school that she had a crush on was headed to the stage, she wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but she wasn't given a lot of time to wonder though, he swiftly grabbed the same bucket of gunge as before and hoisted it up to the still exposed cleavage of Jules. He poured, slowly but surely, down inside Jules' bra and down inside her dress. A few brief minutes ago she would have recoiled in horror at this treatment, but somehow now she was actually doing it and she was in ecstasy.
Tish had been eyeing the activities of Jules with a touch of jealously, she had been out of the action for far too long, and that was why as soon as the latest bidder has disappeared she seized the opportunity and yelled:
"That looked fun washing your dress, Jules, I want a go! What say you donate to see me wash my top in mess?" The crowd replied with one voice, a great, booming collective voice yelling:
"YES!"
Miss Blossom didn't want to object and there probably would have been a riot if she had tried. The crowd was throwing its cash willy-nilly towards the donations bucket, and Tish wasn't even waiting for them to finish, she had already whipped off her top, exposing her spaghetti strewn bra and slimy bare torso. She wrenched a large jar of jam from the shelves, bunched her thin mesh top up into a ball and rammed it through the neck of the jar. The crowd were like an animal now, baying for the large breasted blonde on the stage mess herself up still further. Tish took her time though, making sure that her top was well and truly saturated. She held it up, the transformation was incredible, the see-through mesh was now a solid wall of dark red. It was very difficult to put back on, the top was just so amazingly sticky, Tish struggled with it for ages, but the audience didn't exactly mind the delay. Tish had a brilliant grin on her face throughout, testament to the unbelievable feeling she was experiencing as the slime tugged and sucked at her bare skin. Eventually she was done and held her jam streaked arms up to the crowd in triumph, who paradoxically cheered the attractive young woman covering more of her body up rather than revealing more.
The crowd was getting more and more rowdy, and Miss Blossom saw that she was going to have a tricky job from now on. There was no way that she would be able to gain full control again, all that she could do was try to steer things slightly. Spying the jacket that Tori had discarded and left on one side before the auction started, and it gave her an idea.
"Hey Tori," she said in an ominous voice, "how about you get in on this whole washing clothes thing. Your jacket should do nicely." Tori had been hoping to keep this one item of clothing unscathed, which was why she had half concealed it, but she quietly nodded at this suggestion, a wry smile indicating that she knew that the wily Miss Blossom had got one over her.
"Excellent!" cried Miss Blossom as soon as Tori signified assent, "Get donating folks!" And indeed they did, like there was no tomorrow. Tori got a bucket down from the shelves, ad with a little regret dumped the clean leather jacket inside. She took a few minutes, none of the crowd could see what it was that she was using, and there was a mounting sense of anticipation. At last Tori considered the job done, and held up the jacket. It was totally drenched, every bit covered in thick, translucent, sticky, viscous honey. It gleamed in the sun, it was a magnificent sight. Tori struggled immensely to get it on, the vision of the sexy leather clad girl writhing about on the stage sent the crowd into yet more ecstasies. Eventually she had it on, the slimy, sticky gunk squidging all over her, there were little drops of honey dripping off her, Tori was covered and loving it.
Tish had looked on at this spectacle with a mixture of jealousy and boredom, she wanted more slime and she wanted more attention from the crowd, and she had she had just the thing to get the spotlight back on her.
"Who wants to squirt cream down my knickers?" she yelled at the top of her voice. A large number of people in the crowd decided that they most definitely would, and started bidding quickly. Miss Blossom dared not stand in their way, she'd have been lynched,so she managed the auction s best she could. The lot went for an awful lot of money, and it turned out that the eventual winner were the same consortium of likely lads who had previously pied Tori's leather miniskirt. One of them held out the waistband of Tish's tight, muddy jeans, another dealt with the waistband of her panties, and the rest grabbed cans of squirty cream. They had no hesitation in pressing the buttons, sending the cool, sloppy cream deep inside Tish's private areas. Her pretty face was an absolute picture, she screamed a high pitched scream of pleasure. There was so much in the cans, and all of it was injected into Tish's panties, she was out of her mind with the unbelievable feeling. All of the parties involved were wishing that the experience could go on for ever, but the cans did run out eventually, and with regret the lads departed, leaving a very happy Tish behind them, with her tight jeans bulging somewhat round the crotch area.
Tori was fed up of being upstaged, and immediately she announced to the crowd that she would let the next winner perform exactly the same action on her. She struck gold with the person who coughed up the money, he was young, attractive, a real dreamboat, her eyes lit up when she saw him. He picked up his can of cream and Tori seductively wriggled a little way out of her leather skirt. He stuck the nozzle right inside her tiny little thong panties and began squirting. He was standing right behind her, and Tori moaned deep moans of pleasure as the cream touched her intimately, and she pushed her pert little behind against his crotch, the dreamboat responding with similar thrusts.
Miss Blossom saw that the situation was really getting out of control, she would have to do something before the auction descended into chaos. She thought quickly and saw a way to finish things off neatly.
"Okay," she cut in before Tori and the man could get even more involved, "let's have a big hand for our four cheerleaders, Tori, Tish, Jules and Gemma!" The crowd, on cue, roared its appreciation. "Now all this time poor Lucy here has been sitting in her bath of baked beans, all cold and lonely." Lucy didn't look too miserable, but she faked a grimace, obligingly mugging along. "I think that she's suffered enough, why don't we let her grab a shower and let these four take her place?"
The audience were more than happy to see this happen, and it provoked another surge in charitable giving. Lucy was slightly disappointed to be evicted, but she hauled herself out of the baked bean bath in a sprightly manner, and tripped off merrily to the changing rooms, the lumpy mess sliding a dripping off her sexy cheerleading uniform.
The rest of the Sploshington Cheerleading Squad were preparing to go in in her place. None of them were angry or disappointed, despite just having been subjected to an ordeal far worse than the one they had originally cheated their way out off. Tish was first, leaping into the messy bath with a great whoop of joy, beans splashing everywhere. Next was Gemma, making sure that the eyes of a certain somebody in the crowd were fixed on her lithe, firm body as it slid into the orange morass. Then came Tori, relishing the feelings as her leather outfit was utterly soaked. Finally Jules entered the bath, in the end seeing the funny side of her classy black dress being totally messed up, d finding the touch of the cool beans soothing.
There was silence between the four for a moment, then Tish nodded to the retreating form of the slimy Lucy and said:
"She's going to have to go home like that!" They laughed in the bath of baked beans.

Thanks to Caswell for this installment, he came up with the concept of a gunge auction. Hope you liked it.

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And here it is, the final installmet of this chapter, osted in record time. I've done this one really quickly since I've been on holiday for a week and haven't had much else to do!

Only one more chapter left to go now...


As the crowd gradually dispersed, three figures stood in a row, admiring the scene before them with the general air of a job well done, satisfied looks on their faces. Bess was there in her ever so smart and neat equestrian outfit, with her skintight jodhpurs and tall black leather riding boots. Next to her was her lover, Daisy. She had turned out in a parody of a netball outfit, a white polo shirt, a short little navy blue skirt with narrow pleats, a pair of bright white long socks and her trainers. Her beautiful blonde hair was done in cute, girlish bunches and there were brown dots painted on both cheeks, lovely stereotypical freckles. The third girl, completing the trio, was Kirsty. She had opted to come as a swimmer, but it was doubtful that her outfit would ever pass muster at the Olympics. Her swimsuit had a very revealing cut, a lot of cleavage was exposed as was a great expanse of her perfect bottom cheeks. The suit was tight, and silvery in colour, its exotic material gleaming brightly. On her feet were a pair of silver slingbacks with a five inch heel. Geoffrey, in his umpire's garb, was not present, he was busy dealing with all the money that had been collected, and sorting out other logistical problems.
"They looked very good getting slimed," said Kirsty. The others nodded in agreement. This was yet another milestone in the wet and messy career of Daisy and Bess, they had successfully managed to engineer the gunging of others. They were well satisfied with the feeling. The sense of power was strong, the four beautiful girls were sitting in the baked bean bath because of them. The fact that they were obviously enjoying their treatment was important to the blonde lovers as well, it wouldn't be nearly as nice if they were revolted.
The trio had quite obviously enjoyed watching the gunge auction and the various bean baths, but all of them hungered for more.
"Shall we go and investigate up close?" asked Bess.
"There might be a bit of crossfire," warned Daisy, "we might end up slightly messy."
"Oh dear," said Kirsty, the insincerity dripping off her words. The three marched together up to the stage at a moderate, but determined pace.
The four cheerleaders were laughing and giggling now, throwing handfuls of beans at each other, occasionally two or more ganging up to dunk someone's head under the surface. They were totally comfortable now, sitting in the bath without a care in the world.
"Well done girls," said Bess, "you put on a hell of a show."
"Thank you Miss Blossom," said Tori, sweetly.
"Call me Bess."
"Ok, Bess," chorused the cheerleaders, pleased at the permission to call a teacher by her first name, a great privilege.
"So how do you like being gunged?" asked Daisy.
"Oh it's fabulous!" cried Tish, gleefully splashing about in the slop.
"Well that's just as well," said Kirsty with a sneer on her face, "seen as you've just been totally messed up. You were looking really nice in your outfits, but now look at you, you're all a complete disgrace!"
This taunting was wounding, and the cheerleaders weren't going to put up with it. Kirsty stood there in her sexy silver swimsuit, her ruby red lips curled into a sneer, her arms akimbo. Then in an instant she was hit by a well coordinated volley of sloppy baked beans, four lots of them, three splashing into her wonderful body, beans trickling down her cleavage to rest inside her suit, and one lot smacking right into her face, changing her superior expression into one of shock and outrage.
Her allies weren't going to stand for this assault though. The shelves nearby still had a decent amount of stuff on them, and Daisy and Bess swiftly grabbed a couple of pies each and smacked them into the orange faces of Tori, Tish, Jules and Gemma, the thick cream mingling disgustingly with the beany sauce. The lovers stood there, arms folded and triumph on their clean faces.
They couldn't rest on their laurels for too long though, Tish and Gemma leapt out of the bath, beans dripping off their bodies and squelching in their boots. Tish snatched a bucket of cold, lumpy gravy, whilst Gemma grappled Bess, pulling out the waistband of her jodhpurs. The gravy was duly tipped inside, Bess squealing as her pristine, sexy equestrian outfit was besmirched, but she didn't make any effort to get away. Horrible brown stains began to appear on her bright white leggings, the gravy working its way down her legs and pooling in her smart, tall riding boots.
Meanwhile, Jules and Tori had gotten hold of a couple of bowls of green jelly, and they threw them at Daisy, but she ducked, causing the slop to in fact hit Kirsty, who was standing behind her. The thick, slimy jelly impacted onto her curving, delectable breasts and slid ever so slimily down inside her swimsuit. This was a double outrage, she picked up a couple of pies to retaliate, but Tori and Jules grabbed her hands and forced her to pie herself, one in the face and one in the body. Then, to just complete Kirsty's utter destruction, they pulled her bodily into the bath of beans.
Daisy spied an opportunity, with Tish and Gemma attacking Bess whilst right next to the bath. Quickly she ran up to the group, and with a well aimed push managed to tip all three of them right in the bath, Bess' lovely costume being saturated, the sloppy beans gushing into her tall leather riding boots. Now everyone was in the bath of baked beans except Daisy, her cute netball outfit still utterly untouched. This was no good, she thought to herself, I don't want to stay clean. She promptly made up her mind, and voluntarily vaulted the side of the bath in one easy movement, and splashed into the mass of cold baked beans, reveling in the feeling as the slop penetrated her cute, girlish costume, soaking into every crevice of her young, sexy body.
There had been no advertisement of any further activities, but there was enough noise generated by the seven women having a messy fight to attract people back to the stage. Pretty soon the regular pitter patter of coins being thrown into the donations buckets began again, they much appreciated the attractive teacher and her beautiful friends getting messy in their costumes, and the parties involved didn't exactly mind.

Eventually the fight came to an end, the result a high scoring draw, and Tori, Jules, Tish and Gemma, plus Daisy, Bess and Kirsty, were all completely saturated and sitting happily in the big bath of baked beans. The four members of the Sploshington Cheerleading squad were very pleased with the day, they had found that they were now popular beyond their wildest dreams. They had discovered that they could laugh at themselves as well, they felt a lot less stuck up and self obsessed than they had been. The four of them were also heartened by the fact that they could still go straight out into town, as once they had cleaned themselves up they could put of their cheerleading uniforms again. They were very much looking forward to an evening out wearing the fancy dress, short skirted, skimpy pink uniforms. It was guaranteed to attract all sorts of attention dressed like that. the final factor, the one that put the icing on the cake, was the fact that Lucy would have had to have gone home all covered in mess, since they had hidden the clothes she'd come in.
But what was this? A figure approached, very familiar looking one. It was a stunning redhead, her hair flowing and waving in the breeze. She was dressed in the kit of the mighty Sploshington Town FC, the blue shirt very tight on her, the shorts were small to, like satin hotpants. The socks were long and pulled over her knees, and she had a pair of trainers on her feet. It was Lucy!
She walked up to the bath, flashing a smile at her comrades and stopping for a chat.
"Hi girls!" she said brightly, "do you know that someone has run off with my clothes?" The four cheerleaders looked sheepishly away. "It was lucky that I brought this costume with me! Oh, and talking of costumes, I found the ticket for the fancy dress shop where you got the cheerleading uniforms, and seen as it was only round the corner I dropped them off for you! I'll have to back with mine once it's been washed and cleaned, but I thought that since you were being ice and getting in this messy bath for me that I'd do you all a favour!"
The four girls looked at Lucy, every single one of them with their mouths open. They scrutinised Lucy's face, looking for some sign of spiteful revenge, that she had done this deliberately and was mocking them. But no, she was absolutely sincere. It was unbelievable. Daisy, Bess and Kirsty were sniggering, they realised that the girls' change of clothes had been snatched away from them. There was only one course of action now.
"Look over there!" said Tori suddenly, stretching out an orangey arm to indicate some point on the horizon. Lucy fell for the sucker punch, she turned around to look. Tish, Jules and Gemma grabbed hold of the cute redhead and yanked her backwards, right into the baked bean bath. Lucy screamed for a second, then disappeared beneath the surface, the beans rushing in to cover every little bit of her tight football strip, once again she was covered in it. As soon as she was in the bath she was set upon by all seven occupants of it, stuffing beans inside her top and inside her skimpy little shorts. Lucy was far too good natured to take the dunking as anything other than a prank, indeed she relished her second immersion of the day and took the whole thing in good spirit.
After the dust (or at least the sauce) had settled, Tori collected her thoughts, and made a proposition:
"You know how people were looking t us when we were getting slimed in the gunge auction," she began, Jules Tish and Gemma all suddenly paying rapt attention to their leader, "and you know how especially the boys were very interested in us?" The three nodded, Gemma looking around for one in particular, he had already agreed to go out in to town that evening."
"Well how about," Tori continued, "we go and take a shower, then head off into town? Without changing, I mean." This suggestion came as a revelation, it was a marvelous idea. Their sexy clothes would look absolutely killer when they were slick with water. All three assented readily, certain that they would be a major hit with their wetlook gear.
Tori was pleased at how things had worked out now, and was in a generous mood, so she extended her offer.
"Hey Lucy," she said, "how about you come out with us as well?" Lucy was also in a good mood. She had enjoyed seeing the girls getting taken down a peg or two, ad was pleased to see how well they had responded. She was probably better friends with the other members of the cheerleading squad after this day than after dozens of cheer practices.
"Ok, I'll come," she said contentedly.
Tori was uncertain about this next move, but after all, Miss Blossom - Bess - was very young for a teacher, and she was really quite cool.
"Would you like to come Bess?" she asked. Bess just laughed, at this, but not in an unkind way.
"I'd love to, Tori," she said, "but unfortunately we all have other plans."
Daisy, Bess and Kirsty hauled themselves out of the large bath. Daisy and Bess headed off home, hand in hand, Bess' tall leather riding boots sloshing and squelching, she had made no effort whatsoever to empty them. Kirsty, her sexy swimsuit bulging a little with baked beans, her silvery slingbacks saturated, headed determinedly towards the school, no doubt in search of Mr. Drake. His pristine white coat probably would not be staying white much longer.