A Twist of Fete

Oh, come on, Ash! This is for a good cause." Sara's big brown eyes pleaded with me, even as I fidgeted as we walked through the fairground.

"Can't I just write a check? Why do I have to be dunked too?" Ashley asked, only half-joking.

"No way. The college cheerleaders are supposed to be fun, adventurous, and spirited." Sarah came to a stop just outside the of the dunk tank pavilion. "Look Jessica's turn is over in 2 minutes. Think how mad she'll be if she has to cover your turn too. The Cheer Coach put her hands on her narrow hips.

Sarah begins to explain the rules of the game. "Okay, here's how it works. There are two tiers Normal and Gold. At Normal level each thrower pays $10 and gets three balls. If they hit the target you get wet. Then there is the Gold level. At the Gold level, each thrower pays $500. They are given the gold balls." Sarah hands Ashley one of the gold ball. The ball is surprisingly heavy and the balance feels poorly centered. Once again the throwers have to hit the target. If hit the target you get dropped. If a Gold thrower dunks you on three consecutive throws, you remove a piece of your uniform.

Ashley's green eyes locked on the approaching figure of Professor Brad Stevens, a notorious bachelor and favorite among the local coeds. He was dressed casually in the mandated white t-shirt with Staff written on the back and jeans. Brad's short, clean-cut blond hair, blue eyes, and a muscular build always mad Ashley weak in the knees.

Ashley couldn't help but feel a little sensation in her belly as he smiled in my direction. "Ping!" A moment later "Splash!" Brad hurriedly turned his head to look at the drenched Jessica. Jessica gives him a seductive smile as she gives her bikini clad ass an extra shake as she climbs the ladder up to the seat.

"That was great Jessica. Your shift is over." Yells Brad. Jessica swings off her seat and steps out of the tank.

"Ashley your up" Chatters Jessica as she towels herself off.

Ashley turns her eyes back to Sarah, and grumbles, "Wish me Luck. I doubt anyone would spend so much money to strip me,"