Anne tests the girls

"Well," said Anne, "there's only one way to find out. Are you wearing bathing suits like good girls, or are you sitting in the bath completely naked and lezzing out in front of everyone like naughty little perverts?"

"We're not lesbians!" said Bonnie, heatedly.

"Prove it. You have to get out of the bath, or you're lesbians."

"But... I don't want to."

"Sounds like something a naked lesbian would say," Anne said, as the cheerleaders giggled and whispered to each other. "But I can't make you get out. Too bad. Oh, look at this."

Susie eyed the tiny vial with foreboding. "Uh... what's that?"

"Just a little thing I picked up from the carnival gift store, down the road. Peruvian prank powder, they called it. Distilled from a rare tree. It's said to produce some kind of intolerable tickling-itching sensation, especially when you mix it with water."

"Oh," said Susie, her eyes following the vial as it danced through Anne's fingers. "That sounds like it probably doesn't work."

"I thought so to, but you never know! That nice Mr. Trapp in the shop told me there's a tribe of Indians in the Amazon jungle who are all incredibly hot girls, and they use it for initiation rituals. Apparently when a girl becomes a warrior they strip her naked, tie her to a log, smear her... sensitive parts with it and leave her in the middle of the village for everyone to see. If she can go ten minutes without begging for mercy, she's a full-fledged member of the tribe."

"That has to be made up."

"Sure, but doesn't it sound like an interesting experiment? How long do you think you could last for, Susie?"

"Uh," said Susie, still watching the vial as Anne-Marie deftly uncorked it and moved it closer to the surface of the bath. "I guess since it doesn't work, we won't find out?"

"Probably," Anne agreed cheerfully, and poured it in.