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Tasha stared on wide eyed, mouth open, her heart was racing, it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The pink gunk cascaded down on her friend Vikki, she lets out a squeal, her bare feet are swinging, appearing and disappearing behind the torrent of gunge. Suddenly the seat tips and she flies forwards, a look of shear terror on her face, her hands in front of her grasping thin air trying to desperately break her fall. She plunges cleanly under the surface of the green gunk with a huge splash, sending a wave of gunge over the edge of the tank onto the studio floor. Vikki staggers to her feet, completely unrecognisable, a multi-coloured glob with her hair plastered to the side of her head.
Tasha breaks into a laugh, but she couldn’t shake off these feelings of disappointment and regret. She wondered what it was like under the gunk, to be completely enveloped by it, letting it completely cover her. She had found as the day had gone on, she was wishing and imagining it was her playing the games. She wished it was her who had lost and taken the seat above the gunk dunk. She wished it was her in there, taking a gunging she would never forget. When she had watched the show with Vikki’s kids she had always thought it looked fun to be gunged, but now she had seen it in real life, she increasingly wanted to know what it was like to be gunged. Alas, it was too late now, her friend had been on the receiving end of it, mostly due to her mischievous work and this was a close as she was going to get to the gunk dunk.
She wanders over to talk to Vikki in the tank. She takes the opportunity to dip one of her fingers in. The feeling off the cool gunge sends a shiver of excitement through her body. It doesn’t feel like anything she has ever felt before, it clings to her finger before slowly running down and dripping off at the wrist. She imagines that sensation but all over her body, it thrills her intensely. She wishes she could dive in but she knows she can’t. Too late now. It should be her in there but it is too late now.
Vikki did forgive Tasha for setting her up and sending her into the gunk dunk, but she didn’t forget. This was mainly due to Tasha not infrequently bringing it up with her for several months afterwards. They had watched the show together when it went out on TV a few months later. Tasha again feeling the twang of disappointment as Vikki flops under the gunge. She asked Vikki how it felt to be gunged.
“Horrible and slimy, it’s cold and just gets everywhere! It’s so weird and slippery, you just feel unbelievably messy” she describes
The description thrills Tasha, it sounds incredible. Obviously she mocks revulsion at the description and tells her it was glad that she was on the receiving end. On the inside the story couldn’t be more opposite.
Vikki did notice Tasha was slightly obsessed with her experience, but she put it mostly down to her quirky personality. She was such a bundle of energy, throwing herself into everything she did. She also worked hard too, by the age of 26 she had become a solicitor in a big law firm. Work hard and play hard. She was in a position of authority but also didn’t take herself that seriously when she wasn’t working. In fact, she secretly liked being on the receiving end of pranks and jokes, this was partly the reason why she liked to deal them out herself, just so someone might retaliate and “get her back”.
Tasha also took the opportunity to get messy when she could. She took part in muddy obstacle courses and fell running. There was a “slime vote” at work for comic relief. She gladly entered herself but came up disappointed again, with her manager getting a bucket of thin slime. “It wouldn’t have compared to Get Your Own Back anyway” she thought to herself grumpily.
The years roll by; she remains close with Vikki and her kids Alex and Sophie. They would go on day trips out as a group. Often just to the park or ice skating, but sometimes more elaborate such as weekends at Butlins or trips to Alton Towers. They were a close group and Tasha was like an aunt to the kids. She still had her mischievous ways and liked to prank Vikki. She occasionally would bring up the time she got her gunged or roll out the video of the show, but this dropped off as the years went by. Vikki never really did find a way to get her back, but she didn’t forget.
Four years had gone by when Vikki spotted something in the paper. It was a small advert in the back pages. They were filming Get Your Own Back in the coming weeks and they were looking for children to go into the studio to make up the audience. It brought back memories of her time on the show, not all that fun but it would be good to go and not be a contestant. She then had a thought; I wonder if I can somehow set Tasha up? Although a few years had gone by she did still have a contact number for one of the team, a lady called Cathy. I wonder if she would remember her and Tasha and if she could help organise a gunging for her devious friend?
The phone rings multiple times. She is about to give up when someone answers, it’s a lady with a bright chirpy voice.
“Hello Shepherd’s Bush studios, Cathy speaking”
“Oh hi Cathy, I’m not sure if you remember me but I was on Get Your Own Back a few years ago, Vikki Williams mum to Alex Williams…I lost” she sighs
“OH yes Vikki! Hello!!” Cathy did remember her. To be honest they weren’t getting a lot of ladies on the show and she remembered how pretty Vikki was and how she was on the receiving end of quite the gunging.
“What can I do for you?” she inquires cheerily.
“Well..if you remember my son brought me on and got me gunged. However, it turns out that my friend Natasha was the one who wrote the letter and she also persuaded me into the show without me really knowing what I was letting myself in for!”
Cathy laughs, sounds about right she thinks.
“I saw the advert for audience members, and wondered if you needed any contestants? I would love Natasha to get her comeuppance. She goes on and on about what happened to me, think it would finally put an end to it” she explains.
“Oh right I see, well I’m afraid we have all the contestants we need for this series..”
Vikki feels a pang of disappointment.
“But..do you think she would be up for it if we twisted her arm a bit?” Cathy continues
Vikki thinks back, she did notice her friend seemed very interested in it all, almost obsessional in the weeks afterwards.
“I don’t know, she is quite a lot of fun so I think there is a chance. She is very pretty though, she may flat out refuse.”
“Well, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll tell you what I can do. I’ll send you tickets for the show in a few weeks. See if you can get her to come along and I’ll talk to the production crew and see if we can set her up. What’s her name?”
Her hopes raise.
“Natasha Wood”
“Great, I’ll see what I can do!!”
The tickets arrive in the post as promised. Four tickets, enough for them all to go together. Vikki worries that Tasha won’t be able to make it, she is busy with work after all. She also worries that if she catches wind of any set up she would turn it down. Little did Vikki know that if she had told her there was any chance of her getting gunged she would have jumped at the chance. She calls her to chat.
“So, it’s been a while since we’ve done anything together and it’s half term next week. Fancy meeting up?” Tasha asks on the phone.
“Well funny you should bring that up” Vikki casually replies.
“Do you remember Get Your Own Back?” How could either of them forget?
“They’re filming again and I managed to get tickets for us to be in the audience” Vikki trying her hardest to play it cool.
Tasha feels a sudden tingle of excitement, she had eventually forgotten about Get Your Own Back and that day out. Another chance to go back and see the gunk dunk. But I’m not a contestant she thinks. She remembers the disappointment of missing out and the envy she felt all those years ago. She’s tempted to turn her down, but then again it would be a fun day out with her friend and her kids, would be nice to reminisce she thinks.
“Oh yeah, how could I ever forget the day I got you massively gunged! I’m surprised it’s still going. Well so long as you’re not getting me messy I don’t mind!” she lies.
Great Vikki thinks, she has no idea and seems up for coming.
“Fab, it’s next Tuesday. I’ll pick you up” She wonders if she should warn her, but she remembers how little warning she got. She grins to herself; I hope I get to finally get my own back!
Tuesday cannot come around soon enough for Tasha. She had originally been reluctant to go back to the show but as time had gone by she had started to look forward to it. She told her work mates who wondered why she was going on about a kids show, but they nodded along politely. Some joked that maybe Vikki could get her own back on her but even though she desperately wished it was the case, she knew she wasn’t a contestant so there was no chance.
Vikki honks her horn. Alex and Sophie are sat in the back, excited as ever to be going on a day trip and back to the TV show they had had such fun on a few years ago. Tasha comes out from her front door. She is as stunning as ever. She’s 5 foot 5, petit with a well-toned body. She has soft features, a small nose and chin with bright white perfect teeth which beam with a natural smile. She has light blond hair with slightly dark roots which is wavy and falls to her shoulders. She wears darker eye make-up with dark eye-liner and has naturally long eyelashes which accentuate her pale blue eyes. Her complexion is pale and there’s a slight blush on her pale cheeks but no lipstick. She doesn’t tend to use excessive make up and prefers a natural look; it’s easy to pull off given her natural beauty. As it’s a day trip out, she’s wearing casual clothes: dark skinny jeans which end at her ankles, pumps with ankle socks on her feet. On top a halter neck white top and a light denim jacket. As beautiful as ever Vikki thinks to herself. I hope I can change that today!
She skips up to the car with her usual big smile and hops into the front seat. As bubbly and full of energy as ever. She spins around to the kids.
“Are you guys ready to see your Mum gunged again?!” she babbles out.
“YEAAAAAAH” the kids shout and laugh.
Vikki shakes her head laughing along.
“Not this time I’m afraid” She replies. You have NO idea she thinks. She looks across at her beautiful friend and gives her a little grin.
An hour later they are at the studios. There is a huge que and they merrily chat about that now infamous day all those years ago. They make it through the doors and Cathy is waiting with a headset on in the corridor. She recognises Vikki with her kids and Tasha her friend. She approaches them.
“Hi! How are you?!” Cathy beams, shaking Vikki’s hand “So nice to see you again!”
“I’m well thanks Cathy, nice to be back and not a contestant! Do you remember my friend Natasha?” she signals to Tasha.
“Oh yes, I remember you were there when Vikki was on the show. Nice to meet you” She flashes her a grin and shakes her hand. What Tasha doesn’t notice is when she quickly looks over to Vikki and raises her eyebrows quickly. It was so subtle, you could almost miss it, but clearly a signal. IT’S ON! Vikki thinks to herself with delight.
They make their way through to the main studios. It was clear that there had been a big budget increase to the show. The studio no longer sported its fairground theme that Vikki had faced. It was more industrial and large, like a huge hanger but full of colourful disco lights. There were huge inflatables and much larger scale games. Tasha immediately wanted to see the gunk dunk again, but it was no longer in the same studio. She wandered what it was like now. I guess we’ll see it later, she thinks to herself.
They spend the morning into the afternoon watching the show progress. The contestants on the yellow team were Amy who wanted to get her own back on Sarah. Sarah was a 30 year old nurse who had once had to give Amy an injection. 5 foot 8 with an hour glass figure, larger breasts, full thighs and a shapely rear. She had blond hair which was tied back in a bunch. Her face was not that round and had a small cute dimple in her chin and rosy cheeks. She was naturally pretty with blue eyes and wore little make up. She was wearing a yellow V-neck t-shirt with GYOB emblazoned across the middle which clung to her bust and had on black capri leggings which ended just below the knees, white trainers and ankle socks She was wheeled out in a cage, the crowd loudly booing and Tasha vigorously joining in, half imagining it was her as the centre of attention. Sarah played along, shaking the bars but clearly was a little uneasy about the experience.
“I was just doing what was best for her Dave. Vaccinations are important and it only hurts for a second..it’s not fair to gunge me!” She pleads.
“You laughed afterwards and enjoyed it too much! I think you need some of our medicine. Gunge!” Amy replies, obviously scripted.
Sarah laughs along and shakes her head, looks down nervously at Amy.
“Let the games beggiiin!” Dave cries.
Natasha really gets into the show, cheering and booing at the right moments throughout. The kids were also having a great time and Vikki was relaxed and excited at potentially getting her own back at some point, though she still had no idea how it was going to pan out.
Things weren’t panning out well for Sarah. She was falling further and further behind. Amy was incredibly determined and was not giving her an inch. After each game as the scores were read out it cut to a feed of her and Amy. Amy cheering wildly with Sarah giving the thumbs down and booing. She was looking increasingly worried each time it came around. By the final round she was almost resigned, she shakes her head and bites her lower lip, I’m going in, I can’t believe it, she thinks to herself.
The inevitable happens, Amy wins, Sarah loses to her absolute dismay. Dave stands at the top of the stage with a triangular exit behind him. 2 sets of stairs flank this up to the top with Sarah at the bottom on the right, Amy on the left.
“Right up you come Amy! And you Sarah! C’mon madam, you can’t put this off any longer!”
Amy skips right up the top. Sarah hangs her head, slowly trudging her way to the top. Dave puts his arms around both of them.
“Amy, are you ready to get your own back on Sarah at last?!”
“YES DAVE!” she cries
“Now Sarah, you know what awaits you beyond my triangle of terror don’t you?!”
“Ohhh..Yes Dave” She quietly replies, shaking her head with a hand on her cheek and the other on her hip. Her voice clearly very nervous, fully aware she was going to be on the receiving end on the messiest gunging on TV.
“She knows indeed! Yes it’s time for Sarah to take her medicine and take a dip in the gunk dunk! HAHAHA!”
Tasha cheers on wildly with the crowd. She’s dead excited to finally see the gunk dunk after all these years. It had been on her mind all day. WHERE WAS IT?! She was glad that Sarah was going to be facing it, but was starting to wish again it was her again.
The crew finally lead the crowd and a hesitant Sarah through to the next studio. The gunk dunk was up against the back wall. It was a huge circular pool with dark walls just under 6 feet tall. A small red seat sat at the bottom of a long track which led up at a steep angle away. A bright spotlight is trained on the seat. Podiums flanked the pool at the back, with one having a huge red button on it. Tasha’s eyes widened as she first sees the new set up. My god it’s huge!! So much bigger than previously! She thinks to herself. There is so much gunge in there. Sarah is going to be completely engulfed in that! She can barely see the surface of the gunge as the walls were so high. How deep is it?! Her heart quickened at the sight of it. It certainly was a sight to behold. She looks over at Sarah who was also getting her first glimpse of it. Her eyes almost popped out of her head, she looks down at Amy with an indignant look and gives her a little push to say “What have you got me into?!?!”. She shakes her head in disbelief.
Tasha, Vikki and the kids position themselves somewhere in the middle of the crowd of kids, they have a pretty decent view. On tip toes Tasha can see the surface of the gunge at eye level. It’s a mixture of green and orange with a big medical style red cross in the middle. Written in white letters above the red cross is “ Sarah’s Medicine!” It’s perfectly still and seems to be glistening off the studio lights. You could almost think it was solid, but everyone, especially Sarah, knew otherwise.
She watches Sarah nervously make her way over to the side of the tank. You can see the walls end at around her neck level. She peers over at the mire and looks very worried. Cathy come’s over to speak to her. She looks again at Amy who is laughing and gives out a big sigh. She then reluctantly bends down and undoes her trainers. She kicks off each one before slipping off her socks. She balls them and stuffs them in the trainers before passing them to Cathy. She nervously hops from one barefoot to the other whilst Cathy gives her some final instructions. She curls one foot over the other, nervously wrings her hands.
She makes her way up the sides of the pool and carefully stretches her leg across and gets herself onto the seat. She places her feet on the small foot rest, placing her feet together on the rest with her toes pointing down towards the gunge about a foot below. She gives them a little nervous wiggle as they get into position. She places her hands on her knees and looks across one last time at Amy and shakes her head. She briefly leans forwards to look down at what awaits her. She looks incredibly anxious now, aware she was about to face a very messy experience.
All this time Tasha can only imagine herself up there. Taking that walk. Taking that position. Barefoot and ready for a plunge in the gunge.
“Oh yes it’s gunk dunk time and as you can see Sarah is ready to get some medicine of the gungey type haha! Are you ready for this Sarah?”
Sarah shuts her eyes and places her hands on her face before putting them in a prayer position before turning to Dave and pleading
“Please Dave! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She pleads, drumming her heels on the rest.
“Too late for sorrys now I’m afraid. Because here is what is going to happen. I’m going to ask you three very difficult questions. For each one you get wrong what do we do?!”
“CRANK HER UP!” Tasha joins in with the crowd
“Yes we crank you up madam. Then Amy over there will push her button and will get her own back by plunging you into that gunge before you, and believe me, it’s very messy down there!”
Sarah rubs the sides of her legs nervously. Trying not to think too much about what’s about to happen.
Tasha watches on intently. Enjoying the whole spectacle. The spot light on Sarah, the centre of attention, vulnerable and poised above the gunge. What’s it like up there? It must be scary, intimidating. She joins in with each “CRANK HER UP” as Sarah inevitably gets each question wrong. She clings to the seat with her hands and toes as she is pulled back and up the track. Tasha’s excitement growing with step that she is sent upwards and away from the gunge. It seemed so high up there.
As Sarah reaches the top she places her head on her lap, pretending to sob. Her toes are fidgeting nervously. She wants to hide and get off, but it’s too late now. She looks up and nervously pushes some of her blond hair behind her ears. She’s clearly breathing a little heavier, she shuts her eyes, bites her lower lip.
“You do not look happy up there, well we can do something about that now. Amy, this is the nurse who gave you a nasty injection. Give her some of our special medicine, push that button and get your own back. DO IT!”
Amy smashes her hands onto the giant button. Sparks fly out around Sarah’s seat. Natasha jumps in surprise. The seat jolts forwards and Sarah’s eyes spring open with shock. The seat quickly accelerates down the track, Sarah instinctively puts her arms out to keep her balance, her eyes wide open and a grimace on her face,leaning backwards with her eyes fixed at the track she is sliding quickly down, her bare toes curled upwards on the small rest. She seems to get to the bottom in no time at all. Blue gunge cascades down at the bottom of the track and she flies through it, coating her head and chest. The shock makes her hunch her shoulders and shut her eyes tightly. The seat suddenly stops and tips her forwards, her lips pressed tight, nose wrinkled, she quickly pinches it with her right hand. She hits the surface knees first with her feet tucked and toes pointed underneath. She flops forwards quickly and quickly plunges completely under the surface with more gunge raining down on the point she had been dunked into. Waves slop backwards and forwards, rebounding off the walls, distorting the colours and writing which had been specially prepared for her.
To Tasha it had all happened so quickly, Sarah had flown down that ramp, she watched intently as Sarah met her fate, her heart steadily beating, giving a small shudder as she plunges down. She’d vanished under in a blink of an eye. Whoah. It’s so much more brutal now. She was planted good and proper. God what is that like in there?!
Sarah’s head bursts through the surface. She gives a load squeal which can still be heard over the cheers of the crowd. Her eyes tight shut and mouth wide open, more blue gunk falls down on top of her, she shrugs her shoulders and raises her palms face up. Her blond hair now green and orange, bedraggled and stuck to sides of her head. She looks completely drenched. Her hair had come out of the bunch and was hanging down to her shoulders, now a multitude of colours.
She’s completely unrecognisable. Tasha thinks to herself. I didn’t think the Gunk Dunk could get any more epic than when Vikki was on, but this is another level. Sarah wades her way to the front of the pool and grabs on to the edge with her now multi-coloured arms. Her eyes are now open; she still looks a little stunned but is starting to laugh, not enjoying it but laughing along at least.
“That’s all we have time for today. Join us again next time for more fun, more games and more gunge. BYEEEE!”
Dave and Amy are waving manically; Sarah joins in as the camera pulls away.
Tasha had been glad she had come along, although still unable to shake that curiosity of what it would have been like to experience what Sarah and Vikki had gone through. They prepared to head off.
“OK boys and girls. Before you go we have one last thing to do. Now is there a Natasha Wood here today?”
At first Tasha thought she had misheard him, that wasn’t her name he just said.
“Natasha Wood? Where are you??!”
Her cheeks flushed, he really was saying her name. She looks over at Vikki who flashes her cheeky smile and shrugs. Alex pulls at her jacket.
“He’s saying your name Tashaaa!” Alex exclaims.
“Can Natasha Wood make her way up here please?!” Dave almost commands, but not in a menacing way.
“We need to chat!!”
“You better go up Natasha…I think Dave wants a chat!” Vikki grins wickedly. Got ya!
Tasha feels a slight wobbliness in her legs, the adrenaline was flowing, and this seemed surreal. She walks up towards the gunk dunk past the drenched Sarah and the gunk splashed on the floor. Up what seems an endless staircase to a smiling Dave at the top. Vikki following her, encouraging her along, still playing dumb.
“Hello Natasha! Have you enjoyed the show?” he inquires in a friendly way.
“Um, yes thanks Dave” She stammers.
“How about the gunk dunk? How did that look?”
She doesn’t know how to reply.
“Messy…very messy” is all she can manage. She looks down at the pool just below her now. It is so much thicker now she is close up. She notes how it clings to Sarah, completely coating her. It kind of reminds her of an ultra-thick milkshake, but not as smooth. The surface is now still but seems to gloop as Sarah moves around in it.
“Ohh yes it is very messy down there indeed! Now, your close friend Vikki here has been in touch. I remember that she was on the receiving end of the gunk dunk a few years ago. It turns out that you played a significant role in her demise. Is that right?”
Tasha is stunned, it’s starting to sink in, and she’s been set up. This isn’t just any other day trip. She gets a tingle of excitement, but she knows to play along a bit.
“I don’t know what you are talking about Dave?!” she lies, putting on an innocent face. Twirling her blond hair with her finger.
“You know what you did!” Vikki interjects
“I got horribly gunged thanks mostly to you, I think it’s time I got my own back!”
“Yes indeed, you set poor Vikki up for a fall. Well here on Get Your Own Back we’re into the business of justice. So I think things need evening up. Do you know how we do justice around here Natasha?”
“Ummmm” her heart is now racing at the thought. She turns her head over to the gunk dunk, looks down at the small multi-coloured blob which was Sarah in the huge pool of gunk
“Down there I guess…” Before pouting and sticking out her bottom lip in mock sadness.
“Correct! WHO THINKS WE NEED TO DUNK NATASHA?!”
“YEEEESSSSS” the crowd cheers. Delighted they were getting an encore. Even Sarah is cheering along, head still bobbing in the gunk.
A chant breaks out, led mostly by Vikki.
“GUNGE HER GUNGE HER GUNGE HER!!”
Natasha starts laughing, she jokingly puts her fingers in her ears, shaking her head. Mouthing the word “noooo!” She can’t believe this is actually happening. It seems surreal. She thinks she might wake up, but she knows this is for real.
“Well Natasha, what do you think the crowd’s verdict is?”
She gives a worried look and stammers “I think I’m going to have to take the plunge…literally”
“I think you’re right! Well we can’t send you in wearing that lovely outfit, so go off and change into something a bit more appropriate and when you come back, it’s gunk dunk time again!”
Tasha skips back down the steps, a big smile breaking out on her face, she struggled to hide her excitement and the sense of anticipation. She meets a smiling Cathy at the bottom of the stairs who grabs her hand.
“I bet you weren’t expecting this?! Let’s get you changed!” she chirps, friendly face beaming. Trying to reassure her, but it wasn’t really necessary.
Cathy leads her out of the studio to the female changing rooms. Tasha allows herself to be led, starting to imagine how the next 30 mins will pan out, she tries to contain herself, still wandering if she will wake up, she’s in a complete dream like state. Is this actually happening?!
“Ok, the kit is inside, leave your clothes in the changing room, they’ll be safe don’t worry, come out when you’re ready.” Cathy instructs
She finds a blue GYOB t-shirt neatly folded and a pair of black shorts. The material on both feels quite cheap and flimsy, not going to offer much protection she thinks to herself. The shorts are a shiny thin material, like a school PE kit she thinks. Not a bad thing though. She throws off her jacket before pulling her shirt over her head whilst kicking off her pumps. She undoes her jeans and slips them off. She stands there in just her skimpy underwear and socks. Am I really going to do this??? She thinks to herself. Yes, I really want to experience this fully she decides. She pulls off her ankle socks revealing her dainty feet, she was glad she painted her toe nails white the night before. She gives a little shiver as her size 4 bare feet hit the cold floor. She takes a deep breath and unhooks her bra, quickly slipping this off revealing her small pert breasts. Quickly she pushes her knickers down and over her feet, she has a small strip of neatly sculpted blond hair and perfectly toned rear and legs. She briefly stands there completely naked, checking herself in the full length mirror before pulling on the t-shirt and shorts, they are both small but still seem a bit baggy on her, especially the shorts which clearly were going to offer no protection and ended at her mid thighs revealing her slender toned legs. She considers this for a moment sending a thrill throughout her body. She pulls her pumps back on and takes one last look in the mirror provided before emerging to the waiting Cathy.
“Are you ready for this Natasha?”
“As I’ll ever be!” she blurts back.
They re-enter the studio. The crew had been busy cleaning up after Sarah’s dunking. They had cleaned up the floor and seat whilst resetting its position at the bottom.. Much to Tasha’s joy they had put some writing on the surface for her
TASHA’S TURN! In big red writing on a now multi-coloured pool. The pool seemed a lot deeper close up, impossible to avoid going under, not that she really cared, it’s what she wanted.
Vikki was already waiting by the button on the right hand side, massive smile on her face, beckoning her up and pointing at the seat. She thinks her friend still looks stunning even in the not very flattering shorts and t-shirt, still smiling, almost excited it seems! She also looks so small compared to the tank, certainly the revenge was going to be epic.
Tasha walks to the bottom of the steps and pulls off her pumps. She skips up the stairs on her tip toes, her wavy blond hair bouncing by her shoulders. Carefully she stretches herself over and onto the small red seat waiting for her. It feels cold and wet through her thin shorts, obviously they had only just cleaned it all down. Carefully she placed her feet on the small rest, shuffling them into a comfortable position. The seat is small and forces her knees up towards her chest, giving views of the backs of her thighs, she pushes her knees together conscious she hasn’t got any knickers on and that the shorts are a little loose. Her toes come over the edge of the small rest, she curls them over and lightly grips her knees. She looks out at the pool now stretching out less than a metre in front of her, Sarah had created many swirls and the gunge from above had created splatters all over the surface, however she can make out an oval shape in the pattern of the gunge where Sarah had clearly flown in. It’s really my turn.
Dave bounds up to his podium on the left.
“Oh yes boys and girls we have one extra special gunging to deal out today. Natasha here is in the hot seat, poised above the gunk ready for a ride she’ll never forget. How’s it looking Tash?”
“It looks quite pretty…colourful…bit scary being sat here though Dave…”
“Oh yes pretty indeed, but trust me you won’t be so pretty once you’re in there. HAHA!” Natasha gives a little nervous smile and a shudder.
“So you know what happens next? You were paying attention to the show right??!”
“Ummm..I think so Dave. I have to answer 3 questions. For each one wrong I go up…then after that I..go down into there and get gunged” her heart skips as she says it, reaffirming the reality, staring down at the huge pool awaiting her arrival.
“Absolutely! For each question you inevitably get wrong we CRANK YOU UP, then lovely Vikki here will get her own back and will send you down on a trip you’ll never forget, into this gunk right below you!HAHA! So you’re going down Natasha! YOU’RE GOING DOWN GIRL! But from just how high?!”
The words send a pulse of excitement through her body, right down to her toes which she wiggles excitedly. Just get me up there.
“Question one. When is Vikki’s birthday??”
Natasha clearly knows this, she is her close friend. But there is no way she’s missing out from going in from the top.
“Ummmm” She pretends to hesitate, looking up, thinking hard “ October 24th??” She asks. One day out.
“When is it Vikki?!”
“23rd of October” She indignantly replies “You really do deserve what’s about to happen!” she adds
“Oh dear, so close but obviously wrong. WHAT DO WE DO?!”
CRANK HER UP
She feels her small seat come alive underneath her. There is clunking reverbing through body her as the seat slowly starts to move upwards on the steep track. She grips her knees, nervously rubs her big toes over each other, looking down at them, suppressing her ever increasing excitement, and gives a little grin at Vikki who loved seeing her friend in this position.
“Question 2. Who is Vikki’s favourite band?”
Queen. She thinks to herself, sticks her tongue out to one side, deep in pretend concentration.
“Is it The Spice Girls?!” she answers with a little giggle.
“I don’t know, who is it Vikki?”
“Some friend you are! It’s obviously Queen!! At this rate you’re goin in from the top Tasha!”
“You don’t seem to know her that well unfortunately for you…what do we do?!”
CRANK HER UP
The seat starts up the track again. Tasha feels her heart rate increasing. She gives out a little squeak, a mixture of excitement and nerves. She goes on to tiptoes, heels together, lifting her knees up, still pressed together, she holds on to her knees, rocking them left and right in anticipation. Almost there.
“How’s it looking now Tasha?!”
“Ohhh..not good Dave! It’s surprisingly high up here!” she nervously replies.
“Might get higher yet! Final Question. What is Vikki’s favourite colour?”
She doesn’t actually know. For a brief moment she worries that she’ll fluke it and not get to go to the top. She needn’t have worried though, Vikki had no intention of letting her off a full distance ride down.
She rubs her chin in pretend concentration. “Green?!” She ventures. Please be wrong
“What’s the verdict Vikki. Is she going up to the top?!”
“Of course Dave, what on earth is she thinking. Green?! I’ll turn you green! Up you go Tashy!”
CRANK HER UPPPP!
“UP YOU GO NATASHA!” Tasha sucks in her lower lip in admonishment.
The seat starts up one last time. It seems to last an age to her, crawling up to the very top of the ramp. She puts her heels right on the edge of the rest, toes turned outwards flexing up and down slowly. Her head is swirling, stomach is buzzing with nerves, she can feel her cheeks flushing red hot and her now pounding heart in her throat. She looks over her shoulder and sees she’s at the top of the tank before letting her eyes look down the track she’s just moments away from descending down and into the huge pool at the bottom which despite being seemingly miles away, still looks imposing. Surface completely still. Not for long, it’s my turn to make a splash. She licks her lips nervously and then places a finger at the corner of her mouth in pretend fear. She can still scarcely believe where she is sat, she had wanted this and now it was going to happen. Sat there in only a pair of cheap shorts and t-shirt, about to be on the receiving end on a huge gunging.
“Ohhh Vikki….it’s very high up here…please let me down!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She stammers out the fake apology, the thrill and trepidation making her voice waver slightly. She lifts a foot off the rest, a bare sole pointing down the ramp. Please let me down, straight down into that awaiting gunge! She thinks, before starting to let out involuntary giggles, her cheeks now bright red, her legs and balled hands in her lap trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
For a moment Vikki does feel a little bad for her friend now poised at the top of the track. She does look vulnerable and that tank is huge, but she clearly is playing along and having fun. The protests are clearly mock, my zany friend really doesn’t mind. She almost wants this?
“Well it’s up to you Vikki, are you going to let her down? Has she learnt her lesson yet?!” Dave asks, almost genuinely.
For a moment Natasha looks a little panicked. Eyebrows raised, slightly wide eyed. Please just push the button now! She watches her friend’s hands hovering over the huge button, her destiny in her hands.
“Well Dave. I think she has almost learnt her lesson. I think we will let her off….”
No!!Please!!
“We’ll let her off alright…after a count-down…brace yourself Tashy, it’s time for you to take the plunge!”
Oh yes!Finally! Her heart is pounding out of her chest in anticipation.
5! Hands balled tightly in her lap.
4! She sucks in her lower lip, gently bites down on it.
3! Each lower number sending a pulse of excitement through her entire body.
2! She can barely keep still. Her heels drumming up and down, toes flexing quicky up and down around the rest, she squirms on the small seat, breathing rapid, stomach flipping.
1! Ohhh yes, this is it!!DO IT!SEND ME DOWN INTO THE GUNK! DUNK ME!
Vikki pounds down on the button, a huge grin spread across her face, watching her fidgeting friend intently.
“Down you go Tasha haha!”
There is an ominous clunk under her seat and she feels it shoot forwards and downwards. The jolt makes her give an involuntary short squeak. She grabs her outer knees and grips the seat with her toes as she flies downwards. Eyes wide open and fixed on the pool she was flying towards at an increasingly rapid rate, purple gunge was starting to cascade down in front of it, obscuring its view. She plows through the gunge waterfall, it momentarily closing her eyes as the gunge coats her head, chest and bare thighs. She gives a little moan but has little time to react to it as the huge pool reappears in her vision; she is right at the bottom of the ramp now. God this is quick…here it comes!!!
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeesssssss” she softly moans to crescendo as the seat suddenly stops and tips.
She continues with the momentum she has gathered and flies off the seat. She keeps her hands gripped on her outer knees, opens her legs and crosses over her bare ankles and curls her toes. She hunches as she hits the centre of the huge pool, now completely crossed legged like she is adopting the lotus position in meditation. She feels the surface of the gunge slap her bare outer thighs and ass through the perishingly thin shorts. At the last possible moment she clenches shut her eyes tight and visibly takes a deep breath in. She lets herself quickly become submerged under the surface. The last you see of her is her head with some purple gunge, a huge smile across her face, wrinkled nose with clenched shut eyes. She crashes under with significant velocity, creating a huge splash for a small lady and sending a wave upwards and over the front of the tank. She disappears, all that remains is a swirling, choppy pool of gunge.
The gunge rushes into her t-shirt and shorts, completely filling them quickly and completely coating her. It feels cold and unlike anything she had ever felt before, it sends a shudder throughout her entire body. The kit really had given her no protection. I might as well have been completely naked. She sinks to the bottom of the tank, momentarily sitting cross legged at the bottom, the cheering of the crowd and Vikki’s final words replaced with the gunge swirling in her ears, almost peaceful for a moment, completely enveloped in the gunk and loving it more than she should.
She uncrosses her legs and plants her soles on the slippery bottom of the tank and forcefully pushes herself upwards. The weight of the gunge floods into her shorts pulling them downwards and they slip down around her ankles. I really need to not lose them! Would be very awkward to explain! She keeps a grip of them with her toes and bursts back through the surface with a lot of upwards momentum, hands above her head, fingers spread. Her mouth opens with an involuntary cry of delight. Her feet come off the bottom of the tank, she exposes her top half with the t-shirt clearly sagging and clinging to her slim body with the gunk, completely saturated and hard to imagine was ever blue. In one continuous movement, she takes another deep breath before tucking her knees up towards her chest and allowing herself to plunge back under again with another small gloop. Whilst under this time she grabs the shorts around her ankles and pulls them back up to her waist, feeling the heaviness in them, the material completely soaked through. I was gunged out of my clothes!!
She replants her feet and pushes herself up more slowly this time. Her head reappears, a small multi-coloured bead in the middle of the huge pool. The gunge comes up to her neck with her stood on her tip toes. Her eyes open with shock and delight, she starts to laugh hysterically. She lifts her arms above her head, grabbing big handfuls of the gunk and letting it run down her slender arms. More purple and green gunge cascades down on her, she squeals with joy, hunching her shoulders and then puffing out her cheeks. It feels incredible, but is quite cold and she was feeling the chill of it all over her body, she was completely coated. She plunges her hands back under and rub her increasingly chilly bare legs. She can feel an increasing stiffness in her nipples, she hopes they won’t be obvious when she eventually gets out. The squelching thickness of the gunk between her toes makes her give another little shiver.
Vikki surveys her friend and bursts out laughing at the state of her. Tasha’s hair is no longer blond and wavy but straight and a mixture of green and purple, completely matted and drenched, stuck to the side of her face and down to her shoulders. Her dark eye make-up is streaming down her cheeks, washed away, her face a kaleidoscope of different shades of gunk. It’s clearly thick and running down and off her small nose and ears. She is completely plastered and almost unrecognisable. She couldn’t believe how messy she’d made her and how it seemed even worse than what had happened to her. She’s still smiling and laughing though?! She really is mad!
The cheering finally dies down. The kids had been delighted with the splash Tasha had made and then when she had dunked herself again.
“WOW! That. Was. Incredible! You really got slammed in there Natasha, what a sight you are now! How do you feel?!”
She doesn’t know how to reply. Incredible?!
“Dave…it’s a bit cold…and so…urggghhhh!” She gives a long high pitched moan in mock disgust whilst shaking her head which sends gunk spraying off her hair before breaking into a cute smile.
“It also gets everywhere you know…it’s not at all nice down in here….Thanks a lot Dave!”
She lies back and lets herself float on the surface with her arms gently wave back and forth to keep herself afloat. Her toes break through the surface, the nails no longer white, she looks across at them a gives them a little playful wiggle.
“Well, glad I could be of service and could help out lovely Vikki here. Despite being completely set up and planted, have you had fun?”
“YES!” she exuberantly replies quickly, showing a beaming smile and her still perfectly white teeth. She truly had loved every second. The moment she finally got dunked had been a huge release, complete ecstasy. The sensation all over her body is something she has never experienced before and would never forget. Finally, it was my turn!
“I think I’ve definitely learnt my lesson now Vikki, sorry for getting you gunged!”
Once the studio had cleared they finally fished her out. She quickly draped a towel over her top half to keep her modesty whilst clinging on to her shorts which still seemed determined to fall back down. She feels the shorts empty and the gunk running down her legs over her feet as she trudges carefully back to the changing room along a pathway of plastic sheets. She’s aided by 2 crew members, struggling not to fall over. Giggling uncontrollably all the way. Vikki stays well clear, especially when Tasha gets close and tries to hug her.
“I’ve had my fill of that before Tasha, get away!” she orders before laughing at the state of her friend.
Finally back in the dressing room. It had been the most intensely messy 15 minutes she would ever experience. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Wow, I’m completely unrecognisable, incredible. She gives one last sparkling smile before slipping off the drenched kit and hitting the shower.
The End