Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, slime
Jenny drove the truck through the city. On the back of the truck, there were two young ladies sitting back to back to each other in their respective plastic boxes. Above them, two tanks of vibrantly coloured gunge waited to be unleashed upon the intended victims, who instead of cowering, were actually laughing. They each wore a bikini, in opposite colour to the tank above them. In the tank with green gunge, there sat a petite young girl, with smooth shoulder length blond hair and a perfectly flat stomach. Behind her, being threatened with red gunge, was a curvy young lady, whose hair was a long and flowing strawberry blond. Each lady sat fairly comfortably, observing the city as they drove by.
To attract extra attention, Jenny got the megaphone out. “Ladies, Gentlemen, boys, and especially girls, who would you rather see get gunged? For Emma in green, vote 0971 853 5601. For Kelly in the red, vote 0971 853 5602. Calls cost a pound, all profits go to charity.” On the front of the truck, the number had been printed onto the windscreen, with the respective numbers on the top of each tank. Jenny continued, “Find out the results at 6 tonight, outside the big ASDA by the leisure centre.”
On they drove, around the major landmarks in the city. They stopped at the football ground, stopping to get the result of the lunchtime game. “You’ll like this Emma, 2-0 to the reds.” Emma whooped inside the tank, much to the amusement of the crowd who were leaving the stadium. Many people pulled out their mobiles just for that little show.
They stopped briefly outside the town hall, allowing the girls to stretch their legs. Here they had time for some appeals. The local news team had come just to get the reaction.
Emma went first. “People, what you don’t know is that Kelly loves gunge. She has much more experience in this sort of thing, having fronted the grand opening of the gunge tank down south at our uni. Surely you can tell that she simply wants to be the first to be gunged in our portable gunge tanks.”
Kelly followed up with, “Now now, I’ve had to be gunged in the dunk tank when we hosted that night. You can all tell its Emma’s turn for sure. I’ve had the honour of being first before, let Emma be first this time.”
Jenny approached them. “Alright, that’s enough you two, back in the tanks.” She exaggeratedly pushed the two girls back towards the truck. She got back in, and started driving to the next set piece. They kept going like this all day until about quarter to six, when they drove from the leisure centre over to the ASDA car park. The staff had agreed to this, seeing as it was for a good cause (and the fact it helped push up sales didn’t hurt). Jenny even had a bet running with the ASDA manager, Sarah. If more than £1000 was raised for charity, then Sarah would take the place of the person who escapes. Otherwise, Jenny herself would use the tank. She laughed to herself when she thought the whole idea of getting revenge would be moot if the bet failed and she ended up covered in gunge anyway.
Jenny parked the truck opposite the store entrance, where a huge crowd had gathered. Four strong men from the store’s warehouse came to shift the gunge tanks onto the stage as Jenny got out. She took a microphone that was passed to her, and then walked up the steps onto the stage to the cheers of the crowd. Sitting on the other side of the stage was Sarah, straight out of the office still in her grey suit. “Can I get a big whoop?” to which the crowd responded. “Now, there’s still some time to get your votes in, and last I checked, it was very close.” Jenny continued geeing up the spectators for half an hour until finally, “That’s it, it’s all over, any vote after this point won’t count, but you probably will be charged, so don’t do it.”
While the votes were being counted, a local band played their latest song. It was nothing special, but it wasn’t downright awful either. When they were done, Jenny approached the front of the stage again. “Right I have the result here. I can tell you, first of all, that the store manager, Sarah, and I had a small bet. If you people could raise more than £1000, then Sarah would use the spare gunge tank. Otherwise, I would take the seat. I can tell you that you wonderful people managed to raise £1,050.” At this, Sarah put her head in her hands. “I thank you that for your all your votes. Anyway, without further ado, I can reveal that the lady getting gunged is…” She paused for dramatic effect, with both Emma and Kelly on the edge of their seats, “… KELLY!”
This made Emma shout with joy even louder than she had earlier at the football ground. Kelly just grinned wildly, although no one could tell if it was from fear or excitement. Jenny opened up the door to Emma’s tank to release her, ushering Sarah inside. She took her seat, leaning forward with her hands covering her face. Emma took the chain to Kelly’s tank, while Jenny held onto the other one. “On the count of three, Three, Two, One, GUNGE THEM!”
Both women squealed loudly as the gunge hit them, though it was for different reasons. The red gunge splattered around Kelly’s head, enveloping her in a full umbrella effect. Meanwhile most of the green gunge fell onto the back of Sarah’s head, so although an umbrella effect formed, you could still see Sarah screaming at the intensity of the falling gunk. The gunge never wavered in concentration for a full ten seconds, by which time Sarah had leaned back slightly into the falling stream, while Kelly had leaned forward in excitement. Both ladies were getting a fair old coating, although Kelly clearly was getting a more even gunging.
After a while, the goo began to thin, slowing down to a trickle. Sarah had managed to keep most of her face clean, although her hair was now totally green. Her suit was also utterly gunged, with a small pool of green slime gathering in her lap. Kelly, on the other hand, was plastered in red goo from top to bottom. Although she was only wearing a bikini, none of her body had escaped clean, with her hair and face taking the brunt of the gunge.
Jenny then said, “Give it up for our two gungees, Kelly,” Kelly smiled as the crowd cheered, “and Sarah,” who grimaced slightly as the crowd cheered for her. “We thank you for coming, and look forward to the next time we use these gunge tanks. Goodnight.”