Cold Fish

The ball dropped into the "cold fish" hole. There was a beat, and a torrent of ice-cold water rained down from the ceiling onto the heads of Susie and Bonnie, soaking them to the skin in an instant and making their wet underwear cling to their beautiful bodies as the freezing sensation made them yelp and shriek.

An ice-cube had slid into Bonnie's bra, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it out. But the discomfort was nothing compared to the other ice-cube that had inexplicably found its way down the front of Susie's panties, forcing her to buck urgently back and forth until she finally dislodged the errant tormenter from its resting place between her labia. Their stiffened nipples pressed against the fabric of their bras and their bedraggled hair clung to their scowling, furious faces.

They looked ridiculous. Which was, Anne-Marie thought as she set up another throw, exactly how they ought to look.