Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
m/f, slime
Peter panted as he stood under the awning, before pulling his umbrella down and shaking the rain away as stood up straight. He patted himself down in his suit, before turning to the door, and walking inside. He was greeted by wonderful pop tunes of the Spice Girls, which made Peter smile as he remembered back to the nineties, and some of the good times as a child. He approached the receptionist, humming along “a-zig-a-zig-ah”.
“Hello, how can I help you this evening?” The cute blond desk worker smiled at Peter.
“Uh, yes, I’ve got a room reserved under ‘Lodge’.”
“Ah yes, just the one night I see. Would you like our special package at breakfast?”
Peter considered for a moment, before shrugging. “Why not.”
Peter paid for his room, grabbed his bag, then walked through a door to head to his room. In the stairwell, he was greeted by a strange sight. There in front of him was a gunge tank, complete with bright green gunge. A very strange sight for a hotel. Peter walked over to have a look. Inside was a mid-thirties woman with black frizzy hair, dresses just like the receptionist outside in a light grey suit. By the side there was a chain, next to a card slot. Peter looked quizzically at it, before making his mind up. He got out his credit card, and stuck it in the slot. “£25? I’ve seen more expensive gungings.” Peter finished off the payment, before pulling the chain.
A siren, one which Peter knew very well since it was installed in his own home, blared out, before the green gunge was released on the woman, who squealed, but smiled as the gunge washed over her, splatting over the whole body. The slime pouring meant her hair, while going green, also flattened into a gooey mess. Soon afterwards, the gunge flow stopped and the woman smiled at Peter, before watching the door to see if anyone else approached.
Peter eventually found his room, and stuck his bag on the table along with his umbrella. He got changed into something more comfortable, before grabbing his phone and calling Emma.
“Hey babe, I’m a little busy right now. I’ll give you a ring back in five minutes, ok.” All before Peter could even speak. He instead checked out his room, which he found to be the standard affair, nice bed, simple bathroom, plenty of space. Soon though, his phone rang again, only it wasn’t his wife’s number. In fact, Peter recognised it as one of the landline numbers, specifically the one that linked with…
“…the gunge room, yes Peter. Me and Kelly were just using the car wash, and now I’m going to be dumped. So if you hear lots of rushing noises, you know. So, how was the meeting?”
Peter discussed some of the details of the meeting, including the plans for Eddie’s birthday, with Kelly making comment that he was currently asleep. He then mentioned things like the weather, until he got to the part about the hotel. “So I’m just about to head up to my room, when what should I see but a gunge tank…” The phone then went into the rushing noise that Emma had described for Peter, and Peter was left with the noises of his wife making her own noises to the gunge. Kelly piped up over the odd splat, “Sorry about that Pete, Emma was gagging for it. I can tell you that she looks hot under that chocolate brown gunge.”
“You know Kelly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you have the hots for my wife.”
Emma panted over the phone, “Well babe, as much as I love ya and all, you know my first true love.”
“Yes, and Eddie and I provided a giant room and lots of it. Anyway, as I was saying, there was a gunge tank in the stairway, as if it was some sort of fairground entertainment. There was a nice woman in there, nothing on you of course, waiting to be gunged.”
“And let me guess, you pulled the chain and gunged her.”
“Yes Kelly, although I had to pay £25 for it. Seemed weird if you ask me, makes me wonder who owns this hotel, and why they got someone to do that. Anyway, just to let you know, my train is due in to Manchester at 3 o’clock tomorrow. Now, I’m gonna head for dinner…”
Emma said, “Ok honey, although if you hold on, I think Kelly is ready to dump me, and I sure you’ll just love to listen as I fall into the dark depths below.” That was followed by a scream, and then a loud splash. Peter hung up the phone, and it was ten minutes later when he emerged from his room in search of food.
It was when he was heading back into the hotel, wined and dined, that he noticed something strange. Behind the reception desk was the woman who about an hour ago had been covered in green gunge. She smiled knowingly at Peter, before going back to whatever she was typing on her computer. Peter shook his head, especially since she was so clean in such a short amount of time. Peter then headed through the door to see the cute blond girl from before, only this time she was inside the gunge tank, covered in light blue gunge. Clearly someone had just gunged her recently. Peter thought for a moment, before whipping out his credit card, and paying for another blast for the gunge tank.
He pulled the chain and another batch of gunge was released, although this was a darker blue than before, which blended well and the lady squealed loudly, although she also kept her smile, albeit it wasn’t as bright as the other woman’s had been. With the second gunging on her, she was getting even more covered in the gunk, her hair getting even more matted against her head, her grey suit becoming even more wet, at least if it wasn’t now some sort of blue colour.
Peter smiled as he walked up the stairs just as the stream slowed to a trickle. He got on his laptop and played some games, before calling his wife again, who this time wasn’t sat in a gunge tank. It wasn’t long before he found himself drifting off to sleep happily.
Early the next morning, Peter was getting ready to leave, and was just heading down to get his breakfast. “Ah yes sir, I see you’ve ordered our special package. Please proceed to the VIP room, this way sir.” Peter followed the receptionist as he was taken to the VIP room, passing by the gunge tank, although Peter noted it was a male receptionist on duty at the moment. They soon arrived at the VIP room, and they entered to find a couple of other people who had taken up the package, along with a sight that took Peter away. In front of him was the car wash gunge tank, complete with a dunk tank at the end of the track.
“Today’s breakfast is a full English, do you have any special requests?”
“Erm, no mushrooms please.”
Peter watched as a few others came into the room, one of whom was a particular stunning redhead. She was wearing a strapless blue dress, which fitted down her smooth curves as tight as a nut, cutting off to show her shapely legs, with her pretty little navy blue high heels. Her ginger hair flowed off her scalp, bouncing off her bare shoulders. She smiled as she walked straight pass the tables, and on to the seat of the car wash.
Peter started to eat as the receptionist came on stage to address the patrons of the hotel. “Thank you for staying with us and for choosing to accept our special gift. Enjoy.”
She pulled a switch, then left as the car wash brushes spun into action. Peter smiled as he cut his bacon, well aware of what the redhead is about to go through, after all, he’d been through that car wash (or rather one just like it) more times than he cared to remember (although there was that one time…). He looked up to see the chair just rotating into position, the woman looking apprehensive, although not too scared. He chewed on his toast, dipping it in the egg yolk as the chair moved forward, into the brushes. The woman squealed as a mixture of fans, mist and the brushes caused her hair to fly about, which wasn’t helped when the water got heavier, soaking her completely before she’d even reached the slime.
‘Hmm, might have to add that to our design,’ Peter thought, attacking the sausages and beans (which didn’t stray from his plate…this time). The car wash brushes slowed down to stop, just as the woman stopped right in under the target. She was fairly soaked already (although more excited now), and a great cheer went round the room as the familiar siren sounded out (‘One day, I’m going to replace that siren, and give Emma a surprise’).
Bright red gunge fell, landing on the bedraggled lady, messing her up completely. Peter chewed on his food as the slime domed around her, although he was well aware of just what it’s like to be under one of those domes, and smiled as it collapsed on to her, her face tilting up just enough to allow the gunge to flow over it while also surrounding her. The hair was taking a new, crimson colour, shining brightly as rivers of slime found their way into her dress. Soon though, with her drenched in red gunge, the chair brought the lady onwards, out from the protective screening to face the clapping room (and the odd wolf whistle). She gave a small smile during the applause, right before her seat collapsed.
She fell down with a plop, completely under the gunge surface (Peter noticed most seasoned gungees go right under for some reason), and emerged a few seconds later, covered in clime, but still smiling. She climbed out, utterly coated in the gunk, hair a mess, dress worse for wear. Still, she stood in front of the tank, accepted further applause, before leaving presumably for a shower.
Peter took that has the cue for him to leave also (he’d finished eating by that stage). He checked out (still a man in the tank, although messy now), and headed off, deciding to go see some sights since it was raining as he left his meeting the night before. He also made sure to catch up with a couple of people to do with the business before he caught his train back home.
Once back in Manchester, smiling over the result in the FA cup, he called Eddie, who was waiting with his car.
“Great game then?”
“I don’t know, they almost blew it, didn’t they? Still, can’t get much harder than them in the next round.”
“They’ll probably get Liverpool you know, one rival then the other. Anyway, Kelly told me about where you stayed last night,” Eddie smiled.
“Oh really? Must admit, it did seem strange to see a gunge tank in the hallway, like it was an attraction or something. Oh, and we have got to add more water to the car wash.”
“Peter, next time you decide you’re going to stay at a hotel, make sure you know what it’s like.”
“Huh!?” Peter was confused.
“Oh, I was talking to a new client this morning. He runs a hotel, amongst other things. Goes only by his initials, TG. I said we’d love to give him some investment, especially since one of us tried out his hotel and enjoyed it.”
Peter smiled, followed by a shake of the head. “You could’ve rung me or something. I presume the paperwork ain’t gone through yet.”
Eddie smiled. “Nope, I was thinking of taking a trip down there with the girls to inspect our new assets. TG told me of some famous faces that had stayed at his hotel you know. You remember when the voiceover man arranged some sort of worldwide vote?”
“Ah yeah, Karen Gillan won, her out of Doctor Who. Let me guess, she was once guest, and took an active role in the entertainment.”
“At least that’s what TG claims. Anyway, to business…”