Amanda

The door popped open and a girl's voice said, "There you are!"

Rhonda grabbed her breasts, which caused her to dunk her head in the water. She came up sputtering. Amanda was standing in the doorway wearing slippers and an oversized Independence Day tee-shirt.

"What the hell?"

"Shannon realized the ghost only goes after girls when they're alone; I was assigned to find you. Nice bubble bath."

"Go away!"

"Nuh-uh. If I leave, I'm alone again too. Scooch down, Little Mermaid."

Amanda kicked off her slippers and flopped into the tub, tee-shirt and all.

"God, you're like my little sister!"

"Get used to it."

"She's twelve."

"Fuck you! Just because I'm not smuggling **** stars under my shirt doesn't mean I'm a little kid." She hiked up her half-soaked tee. "See, breasts! Wanna see my pussy fur too?"

"Your driver's license will do."

"I'm not here to screw you; I'm here to keep you company."

"Annoying company."

"The feeling's mutual, Supergirl."

"Don't you mean Wonder Woman?"

"Nah, she's a total lezdul."

"What?"

"Come on, she grew up on an island with no men for like a thousand years! It's pretty obvious she drank the cherry soda."

"You're disgusting!"

"Back at ya."

Rhonda and Amanda were interrupted by a sudden shift. The water picked up an intense earthy smell and the bubbles rapidly dissolved.

"What the...?"

"This is a new level of yuck; we're sitting in a tub full of cum, Boobs."

Rhonda tried the tap; more cum. Amanda jumped out of the tub, slipped on the jizz covering her feet and fell on her face. Then she tried the sink: more cum.

By the time Rhonda had gingerly extracted herself from the bath, Amanda had done some more checking. "The toilet's full of cum, too. And there's no towels down here. Shannon washed them all and took them to the upstairs linen closet this afternoon."

"So we have to go upstairs to get dried."

"Yeah. Wanna put your nothings back on?"

"No, this is bad enough."

"Well, on the bright side we know one thing. The ghost will prank us even if we're not alone."