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On our third day of our holiday, the resort had arranged for a special entertainment show that evening. Jodie and I decided that we would go along to see what it was like.
After another lazy day of sunbathing and our dinner we went back to our room to get ready for the special show. I showered and got changed relatively quickly. However I had to wait a while for Jodie to get ready. Something that I was definitely used to!
It was worth the wait though as she emerged from the bathroom in a sexy pink dress which showed the tops of her cleavage and was sufficiently short to show off her lovely legs. She had also put on a pair of white high heel shoes to complete the ensemble. Her long brown hair was freshly washed and blow dried.
“What do you think darling?”
“You look absolutely gorgeous!”
“Thank you. Let’s go, and we can get a few drinks in before the show starts!”
A couple of beers for me, and gin and tonics for Jodie made us quite merry, and the loudspeaker burst into life and announced this evenings show was set to begin and asked us all to take a seat in the function room.
We made our way through and found a table quite close to the stage. We sat down and awaited the start of the show. There must have been about 100 guests in the room, all seated at tables enjoying their drinks.
Onto the stage came Ben and Paul who I instantly recognised as the two guys who were responsible for drenching their buxom colleague Suzanne on the first day.
After some introductions and a bit of banter, they announced that a game was going to be played on stage and wanted a couple of volunteers.
I could see that Jodie was already a bit tipsy so I decided to give Jodie some encouragement to volunteer herself.
“No, I can’t. I don’t to be on stage in front of all these people.”
“But you are really good at games and because you are so competitive you are bound to win! And you never know, there may be a prize for the winner.”
“Oh go on then” she said.
Jodie raised her hand and Ben immediately ushered her on to the stage.
Meanwhile Paul had chosen a guy as the other volunteer and beckoned him to join them on stage.
“So we have our 2 contestants for our first game.”
He turned to Jodie “Before we start, can you tell us a little bit about yourself.”
“Well, my name is Jodie and I am 23 years old and I’m from London.”
“Welcome Jodie and good luck.”
Ben asked the same question of the guy.
“I’m Pete and I’m 26 years old and I’m from Cardiff.”
“Welcome Pete. Ok, let me explain the game. I’m going to ask you both a series of questions about general knowledge. The person that gets the most correct is the winner.”
The game began and Pete seemed to be very knowledgable and answered all his questions correctly. Although Jodie answered most of her questions correctly there were a couple that she got wrong.
Ben announced that the winner was Pete.
“Well done Pete. And bad luck Jodie. Now, as you have lost Jodie you will have to pay a forfeit.”
Ben winked to the watching guests.
Jodie looked a little perplexed.
“What do you mean forfeit?”
“Sorry, did I forget to mention that? joked Ben.
“Yes, no one mentioned anything about a forfeit.”
Paul re-appeared from the back of the stage holding a large custard pie and a jug of custard, and walked over to Jodie. Jodie looked aghast as the realisation of what was going to happen sank in.
“No please don’t, you can’t pie me!”
I had never seen Jodie in this kind of position before, but it was something I had always dreamed off. I was now going to get to see my girlfriend get pied in public. How fantastic!
Paul looked apologetically towards my girlfriend before he turned to the audience and asked whether he should let her have it.
There was a roar of approval from nearly everyone and with a sudden movement he thrust the creamy pie into her face. Bits of custard and cream splatted down on to her cleavage. Jodie squealed as Paul rubbed the paper plate around her face to ensure a good covering before he moved the plate upwards, smearing custard through her hair, until she was wearing the paper plate as a hat.
“Yuck!” exclaimed Jodie as she wiped her eyes clear of custard. She reached for the paper plate and threw it to the ground.
”Its all in my hair!”
Paul positioned the jug of custard above Jodie’s head and proceeded to pour. Lashings of custard splattered on her head and streamed down her hair. Paul brought the jug towards him slightly which meant the custard sploshed onto her cleavage and inside her skimpy pink dress. Jodie gasped as she felt the cold custard cover her tits.
Jodie looked so sexy standing there not knowing what to do next after being pied and sploshed. I noticed that some of the custard and cream had started to stream down her long legs.
“Thank you Jodie for being such a good sport!”
Paul helped Jodie walk off the stage and back to her seat.
Jodie reached for her handbag and told me she was going to get cleaned up. “You are to blame for this! If you hadn’t encouraged me to volunteer I wouldn’t be in this state.”
“Sorry darling”
Jodie huffed and said she would see me later, as she made her way out of the function room and back to our apartment to get cleaned up.
As Jodie departed, Ben and Paul announced another game but said they needed some help. Onto the stage came their holiday rep colleague Suzanne.
Suzanne was dressed in a white shirt, school tie, short black skirt, and black blazer. As she walked towards Ben and Paul, I was astounded at how sexy she looked. She was also wearing black stockings and suspenders, and black high heel shoes, and the tops of her stockings could be seen as the hem of her skirt rose up her legs as she walked on. Ben made Suzanne do a twirl so the audience could get a good view of her sexy attire.
“So, welcome Suzanne, and I see you have dressed up for us tonight as a naughty schoolgirl.”
Suzanne smiled wryly, as everyone knew she had been given the sexy outfit to wear for the show.
Ben turned to the audience “We need one volunteer to play a game with the lovely Suzanne here. We will warn you that things might get a little bit messy.”
This was a golden opportunity. Jodie had gone to get cleaned up and I knew it would take her ages, so she wouldn’t be coming back down for at least an hour. I looked at the delectable Suzanne and I so wished to be able to push a custard pie into her cute face.
I could not miss this opportunity and I thrust my arm up, and Paul asked me to join them on stage.
“Thanks for volunteering. What’s your name?”
“I’m Karl.”
“Welcome Karl. We’re going to have another quiz, and you will be playing against Suzanne. I will ask a series of questions, and the first person to press their buzzer and correctly answer the question wins a point. The person with the most points at the end of the game wins. To make it a bit more interesting there will be a forfeit for the loser.”
Paul pointed towards where Ben was standing at the side of the stage. He was stood next to a large object with a drape over it. With one quick tug, Ben pulled the drape off to reveal a gunge tank. It was big enough for 1 person to stand inside and had metal bars all the way around. At the top was a compartment which presumably contained the gunge.
Suzanne whispered to me with a grin on her face. “I hope it’s you that gets to go in there and not me!”
Paul also had a further announcement about the rules of the game. “For tonight only, we are going to make it even more interesting as its Suzanne’s last week at the resort.”
Suzanne seemed a little startled by this. Obviously this wasn’t part of the normal act.
“There will be extra forfeits at the end of each question for the contestant who does not win the point.”
I suddenly realised that was probably why they had tied her up and drenched her on the first day of our holiday. As she was leaving this week she was going to be the target of any pranks or mischief.
The game started with Suzanne and I taking our places behind makeshift rostrums, with buzzers on top. I was wearing jeans and shirt compared to Suzanne’s sexy outfit.
Question 1 – I manage to answer the first question correctly, and Suzanne is asked to remove her blazer.
Question 2 – I buzz first again and get it right! Suzanne smirks as Ben asks her to take her tie off. Meanwhile Paul hands me a sloppy custard pie, and asks Suzanne to turn around, which she does. Paul quickly lifts her skirt up to reveal her skimpy black knickers and tops of her stockings to the audience. I quickly get the idea and I smash the pie onto her knicker-clad bottom. She squeals and quickly turns round, and pulls her skirt down. There are custard streaks down the backs of her stockings.
Question 3 – Suzanne answers correctly this time. I am asked to remove an article of clothing and decide to take my shoes off.
Question 4 – I answer correctly this time. Another wry smile from Suzanne as Ben asks her to take her white shirt off. She slowly unbuttons her shirt to reveal a skimpy black and white zebra patterned bra which struggles to contain her fabulous tits. Also revealed are the tops of her suspender belt around her waist.
Lots of wolf whistles could be heard from the audience as Suzanne is asked to sit down, and I am given a balloon filled with gunge, and a sharp needle. I immediately know what to do and balance the balloon on her head. She grimaces as I pop the balloon with the needle and green gunge descends over her head and splashes over her bra clad tits and stockinged legs. Looking a little bit disgusted Suzanne slowly stands up and wipes the gunge from her face.
Question 5 – To my delight I get this question correct as well. Suzanne sighs as she takes off her short skirt to reveal skimpy knickers and black stocking tops and suspenders. Suzanne looks fantastic in her sexy black lingerie.
“Mmm, stockings really suit you Suzanne!” comments Ben.
Suzanne gives him a dirty look and with her hands on her hips, she awaits her messy forfeit.
Paul gives me a tub of half melted ice cream. Suzanne’s eyes immediately widen as she sees the tub.
“Where are you going to put that?”
“I am afraid it’s going in your knickers.” chuckles Ben.
“But it will be soooo cold” complains Suzanne.
Without further ado, Ben pulls the elasticated top of her knickers out, and I proceed to pour the ice cream into her knickers. There were lots of squeals from Suzanne as she felt the coldness of the ice cream on her most intimate parts. Soon the tub was empty and the ice cream was either in her knickers or seeping through her knickers and streaming down her stockinged legs.
Question 6 – Next question is asked and I am determined to get this right to inflict another forfeit for Suzanne. Everyone in the audience seems to be thinking the same thing as they seem to be cheering me on. I look over at Suzanne and she is shaking her head and tapping her foot at the support I was receiving.
I answer correctly and Ben smiles at Suzanne and says “It’s your bra please Suzanne!”
The audience cheers as Suzanne again shakes her head as she unhooks her bra clasp and lets her bra fall to the floor, and immediately covers her bare tits with her hands.
I am handed a bucket of custard.
“You are joking aren’t you. You are not going to pour that disgusting stuff over me?
I grinned as Suzanne is asked to sit down. She grudgingly obliges and I raise the bucket over her head. I look down at the seemingly vulnerable Suzanne. As she was using her hands to cover her tits, she was not going to be able to use them to cover her face. I smiled as I slowly pour the custard all over the hapless lady who valiantly continues to cover her chest as the custard downpour hits her.
The custard is thick and practically coats the upper body of Suzanne. Her hair gets covered. She stands up with custard dripping off her, and streaming down her stockinged legs.
“Ok so the score is 5-1 to Karl, and that is the end of the quiz, so Karl is the winner.”
I was immensely happy as I knew that this would mean that Suzanne would be going in the gunge tank and not me.
The door of the gunge tank is opened and Suzanne is ushered into it. The crowd are clapping as the topless lady steps inside and the door closed.
Ben takes hold of the lever at the side of the tank and starts a countdown. Suzanne is smiling as she awaits her gungey fate. I am watching intently as this beautiful stripped lady was preparing herself for the inevitable.
Then it happened as Ben pulled the lever. This released the contents of the overhead compartment and Suzanne was deluged by thick green gunge. There was lots of it and it completely covered the sexy holiday rep. It eventually slowed to a trickle, and Ben opens the door so that Suzanne could walk out.
Still clasping her tits with her hands, the gungey lady stands in front of the tank and appreciates the applause from the audience. She is absolutely covered with the slimey gunge with just the lower part of her stockinged legs and her high heels shoes remaining mostly clean.
Meanwhile Paul whispers to me “Would you like to pie her again?”
“Definitely yes” I replied.
Paul moves quickly as he approaches Suzanne. “Are you ready for the second part of your forfeit?”
“I thought getting gunged was the forfeit.”
Paul pulls out a pair of handcuffs “No, there is a special second part.”
Suzanne gulped as she saw the handcuffs. Paul walks to the back of Suzanne and asks her to put her hands behind her back. There are cheers from the audience as they realise what this means.
Suzanne shakes her head again but dutifully removes her hands from her tits and moves them behind her back. Paul quickly handcuffs her to the outside door of the gunge tank.
There was a stunned silence in the room as Suzanne’s large tits are now exposed, before more wolf whistles. Like the rest of her they are coated in green gunge and custard.
Suzanne is helpless as some members of the audience point their mobile phones at her and take pictures. She squirms as she sees Ben bring on a large creamy custard pie and hands it to me.
I face Suzanne. She looks so sexy. Wearing only stockings, suspenders, knickers and high heel shoes, with her hands cuffed and beautiful tits exposed, covered in green gunge and custard.
I raise the pie so that it is inches from her face. She closes her eyes and I push the pie into her cute face. Blobs of cream and custard splatter onto her chest. I remove the pie tin from her face so the audience can get a good view of her pied face.
I had achieved my initial objective in pieing the face of the lovely Suzanne, but to do it whilst she was handcuffed, topless and gunged was a massive bonus.
Ben unlocks the handcuffs and Suzanne resumes her previous position of clasping her tits with her hands. The audience clap with appreciation as she walks off the stage leaving a gunge trail as she does.
I make my way off the stage putting my shoes back on, and then went back to the apartment to see how Jodie was getting on cleaning herself up from earlier, and to see if she wanted any help from me!