Gunged !

"Oh great, we haven't missed it" gasped a breathless Carol, as she and Stew rushed into the warehoused just as Debbi was about to slip off her robe and enter the glass tank. The pair's early arrival for the weekly progress meeting only added to their boss's embarrassment. "I thought you'd be wearing a swimsuit Deb ?" said Carol surveying the naked woman. "Especially as it's being broadcast live back to our place" she added. "And to the rest of the office here" Angela stated, twisting the knife. "The boys thought it worked better if she was in the nude" she continued. "Certainly, quite agree" said Carol. "Give a twirl for all your fans" she suggested. Debbi didn't move. "Go on" Carol urged her. Debbi held her arms out and performed a quick pirouette.

"Can't I wear a shower cap ?" Debbi asked plaintively. She did not know exactly what to expect but she had a good idea and was worried about cleaning up her hair afterwards. "Ugh no, not sexy at all" responded Angela. "Time to get in the tank !" Debbi entered the glass box and the door was closed securely behind her. She noticed that the ceiling was higher than would have been the case in a normal telephone booth, presumably to facilitate the cascading gunge that would be falling. "It's probably a good idea to close your eyes" one of the operators told her. "This stuff's harmless but it might sting your eyes a bit." Debbi nodded. She was momentarily aware of the red lights of the cameras blinking at her naked form. Then she saw another operator move towards a set of levers !

Suddenly, Debbi was engulfed by thick and slimy yellow liquid. She closed her eyes as suggested but was unable to shut out the howls of laughter. The deluge ceased for a second or two but then recommenced with the yellow liquid replaced by first green and then red as the tanks above her emptied. Her audience was ecstatic. Carol was jumping and clapping her hands as Debbi blinked her eyes open. She could tell that she looked a completely bedraggled mess. The liquid felt sticky and slimy on her skin, a much thicker consistency than regular water. As she had feared, drops were falling from her hair that was plastered with the stuff !

The door to the tank was opened and Debbi emerged to more applause. "Well done Deb" said Carol patronisingly. "Brilliant boss" affirmed Stew. "Where can I get a shower" asked Debbi, voicing the thought that was uppermost in her mind. Angela feigned mock alarm. "Oh god, we didn't think of that. There isn't anywhere really" she lied, knowing full well that there was an en suite to the executive toilets for the use of those who chose to cycle to work. "But I can't put clothes on over this crud !" wailed Debbi, indicating the state that she was in. "Maybe there's a bin bag" Angela pondered. "I'm not wearing a bin bag and anyway, this stuff feels horrible" Debbi objected angrily. Ivan stepped forward. "We can take to car park and use hose ?" was his plan. "There, that's the solution. Great idea Ivan. good thinking." Angela and Carol agreed on Debbi's behalf. "No way" screamed Debbi, as the other two women took her hands and began to drag her towards the door to the car park !