Here comes the water

“Here comes the water!”

Lisa stood on stage holding a large pitcher of warm water and smiled sweetly at the crowd. Slowly, almost tenderly, she began to pour the water over the seven women—deliberately taking her time so it would spread perfectly.

First, the warm water hit Lisa herself, then the four friends, then Sara, and finally Svenja. The thin white shirts immediately soaked through, became heavy, and clung to their bodies like a second skin. The lettering stretched taut across the women’s breasts and became extremely visible through the wet fabric.

One by one, they were drenched. The water ran in streams over their breasts, over their stomachs, over their thighs. The shirts became transparent; the nipples stood out hard and dark beneath the fabric. In the end, all seven women stood on stage, dripping wet. The thin shirts clung to their bodies like plastic wrap; the nipples were clearly visible, the breasts perfectly contoured.

The girls looked at each other.

Girlfriend 1 laughed softly. “Not as bad as I thought… Sure, you can see the nipples, but… it’s actually pretty hot.”

The others nodded in agreement, still a little unsure, but already aroused by the attention.

“Last round!” the host shouted. “Everyone gets to dance up front alone one more time. The volume decides!”

Lisa was first.

She danced boldly and confidently at the edge of the stage, spinning, swaying her hips, slowly pulling up her wet shirt, and briefly flashing her crotch. Then she lifted the shirt even higher and let her bare breasts flash for a moment. The crowd went wild. Jan at the mixing console used extra speaker amplification to make the cheering deafeningly loud.

Then Girlfriend 1 came up.

She danced, but the crowd reacted much more subdued. The applause was only half as loud as it had been for Lisa. Girlfriend 1 started to panic. She didn’t want to have to dance as a go-go dancer in the cage with a vibrating egg in her pussy under any circumstances.

In her desperation, she followed Lisa’s example. She slowly pulled her wet shirt up until it was over her breasts. The wet, white panties underneath were now completely see-through.

The perverted slogan on her panties—“Horny Cum Whore”—now looked as if it were tattooed directly above her bare pussy.

Her pussy was clean-shaven and glistened with wetness. The outer labia were slightly swollen and plump, a delicate, light pink. The inner lips were longer, slightly meatier, and hung out a little—deep pink, shiny, and slick with her own juices. Her clit was slightly swollen and peeked out between the inner lips. A thin, glistening thread of her love juice stretched from her slit to her wet panties. Her whole pussy looked soft, inviting, and extremely wet—almost invitingly open.

The crowd went wild. The cheering was now just as loud as it had been for Lisa.

She was clearly bolder than Girlfriend 1. With a cheeky grin on her lips, she walked right to the edge of the stage, turned her back to the audience, and began provocatively swaying her hips. She had pulled her wet, long shirt up and tucked it tightly over her hips, so that her entire butt was exposed.

She didn’t realize that the thin white thong had become completely useless by now.

The water had made the fabric transparent. The thong clung like a wet thread between her butt cheeks and disappeared almost completely between her labia. Instead of covering anything, it only emphasized what lay beneath.

Friend 2 turned slightly to the side, stuck her butt out, and wiggled it. The crowd roared.

Her butt was round, firm, and slightly tanned. The two cheeks were plump and glistened with water. Between them lay the transparent thong like a thin line. Her pussy was fully exposed: the outer labia were smoothly shaved, slightly swollen, and a delicate, light pink. The inner lips were slightly longer, fleshy, and deep pink, hanging out a little and glistening wet. Her clit was clearly swollen and peeking out between the inner lips. A thin, glistening thread of her own juices stretched from her slit to the thong and dripped slowly downward.

As she leaned even further forward and really stuck her ass out, her pussy gaped open slightly. You could clearly see the pink inside of her pussy. Her tight, pink asshole was also completely visible—small, wrinkled, and slightly pulsating.

Girlfriend 2 had no idea how exposed she was right then. She thought the thong was still covering everything. The crowd went wild. Whistles, cheers, and cell phones went up. The cheering was even louder than it had been for Lisa. Girlfriend 2 turned around again, grinned triumphantly at the audience, and tossed her wet hair back.

The soaking-wet thong clung like a second, slippery skin to her bare-shaved, heavily dripping pussy. The dirty, perverted slogan “Free Use Slut” was emblazoned in bold, white letters directly above her swollen, glistening pussy—so shameless and unmistakable, as if it had been tattooed deep into her skin forever.

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 were the next to go up to the front of the stage together.

They had quickly coordinated and were dancing as a duo. The two girls stood side by side at the edge of the stage, turned in sync, and began to move their wet bodies provocatively.

The long white shirts clung to them like a second skin. The warm water had made the thin fabric almost transparent. The perverse slogans on their panties were now crystal clear to read:

Girlfriend 3: “Gangbang Target”—the letters stretched directly over her smooth-shaven, wet pussy.

Girlfriend 4: “Public Fuckhole”—the phrase clung wet and shiny over her bare, slightly swollen pussy.

Both girls danced close together, rubbing their hips and wet tits against each other, wiggling their asses, and throwing their heads back. The crowd was already going wild.

Girlfriend 3 turned around, leaned far forward, and stuck her ass out. Her wet panties were so see-through that you could see every contour of her outer labia—plump, smooth-shaven, a delicate pink. Her inner lips peeked out a little, shiny and wet.

Girlfriend 4 followed suit, turning around as well and pressing her butt against Girlfriend 3’s. Both wiggled their behinds in sync, their wet shirts sliding even higher so that their entire butts and see-through panties were visible to the whole club.

The crowd roared.

The two girls grew bolder and bolder. They turned back to face forward, grabbed each other’s wet tits, and playfully kneaded them while continuing to dance. Their hard nipples pressed clearly through the wet fabric. The dirty sayings on their panties seemed to become even clearer with every movement—as if they were tattooed directly onto their bare pussies.

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 exchanged a quick glance, grinned, and pressed their bodies even closer together. Their wet, gleaming tits rubbed against each other as they continued to dance provocatively.

The noise level was deafening.

Lisa stood at the edge of the stage and smiled contentedly.