Water fight!

"If you leave you'll miss... the water gun fight!" Vicky said. Everyone cheered as all the waitresses but Lauren pulled out squirtguns. This was one of the Hooter's games Lauren had agreed with the manager she'd never play. She was too dignified for them, and also worried that a wet tee shirt might reveal her falsies.

As the crowd cheered, the waitresses began squirting each other with super soakers. They made sure to aim right at each other's chest, soaking the white shirt. Soon all the waitresses but Lauren had sopping wet tops that became nearly transparent, revealing their heaving orbs and nipples under their tight clinging Hooter's tops.

Lauren breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that, despite her embarrassing circumstances no one sprayed her with a super soaker. Then all the waitresses turned towards her, guns pointed. Lauren felt her stomach drop in fear.

"No, no no wait!" Lauren stammered, waving her arms. Vicky smiled at Lauren, then they all sprayed at once, instantly soaking Lauren from all angles...