Get Wet, Girls

"I'm not forcing you, I'm just telling you what your job is."

"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?"

"I don't think so, the contest doesn't start till tomorrow evening. You've plenty of time to make your decision."

I stood and watched the conversation from the bar, not really knowing what to do. It was my new friends who were being put in a really difficult situation by Clive, our boss, but I couldn't really help them. If I was honest I didn't want to.

"We'll quit!" That was Jenny, a blonde from London.

"Then quit. Like I said, nobody's forcing you."

"But we need this job!" Ruth followed up, she was a shorter dirtier blonde from somewhere on the South coast.

Clive just shrugged at that. I could see the three girls look at one another nervously. Liz, a Scottish red head, looked particularly sad about it. I could understand their dilemma, I'd been thinking about it since Clive had told me about his plan.

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"There we go, that'll have the punters streaming in."

It was earlier that day and I was stood behind a very empty bar. Clive had been fixing up posters for the last ten minutes but I'd not read any yet. He turned to me expectantly as he stepped back from one he'd just placed in my eyeline.

"What do you think?"

There was the silhouette of a woman, obviously naked, dancing with the words, "Wet T-shirt Contest Fri 11PM" written in massive red capitals beneath.

"Are we having a wet t-shirt contest?" It wasn't the most intelligent reply.

"You're damn right we are." Clive drifted over to me. "We'll try one out on Friday, I'm thinking of making them a permanent fixture."

"Oh, well, good idea, I think." My mind was immediately racing, although I'd never seen one in the flesh I'd seen pictures and videos from them online many times over the years. They had always excited me a lot.

Clive seemed content to stare at the poster so I joined him. I read the smaller print.

"Wow, 200 euros first prize. That's pretty good."

"Yeah, that'll have them turning out for sure."

I looked around the empty bar and couldn't help adding, "quite a bit of money, though, especially if it's a regular thing." The bar had been so quiet that I'd begun to worry a little about my job, if I lost it I'd probably have to head back home.

Clive smiled and tapped his nose. "Don't you worry about that, I've got a plan."

I looked expectantly. "Oh yeah?"

"You know the flyer girls?"

I nodded, I'd spent much of my first few weeks here fantasising about them. They were three girls Clive had hired to walk around and hand out flyers every day. I found all three of them stunning and they usually came to the bar in their beach stuff. I couldn't really decide which one I lusted after the most. Sadly all three had treated me just like a good friend from the moment we'd been introduced so it didn't particularly matter.

"Well, I'll make sure some of they enter every time and tell them to be sure to win. That way first prize is actually nothing."

I looked at him startled. "Do you think they'll be up for that?"

"Who cares, a job's a job and I'm their boss. Those three are sexy as hell but there's a million young girls who look good round here."

I nodded, what Clive was saying was correct. I knew myself how many people came out here speculatively hoping for work and most of them went home disappointed. All three of the girls had said to me how lucky they felt to even have 4 or 5 hours work a day. Now the season was in full swing I imagined open jobs were even more scarce.

I felt a little uncomfortable about it, but the thought of Liz's massive boobs in a wet t-shirt soon chased them away. Or maybe I'd enjoy Ruth's nicely soaked bum.

"Anyway, you need to be prepared as well, you'll be running it."

"Me? What about the bar?"

"I'll help out there, much better to have a young, good looking lad like yourself up there with them. They don't want an old perv like me."

"Why not Ollie?" Ollie was the other bar man, he was a bit older in his mid twenties.

He shrugged, "I picked you." It didn't sound like he'd thought very hard about the choice but I was grateful for it. From my internet 'research' I had some ideas about how best to persuade the girls to get wild.

Clive continued. "You'll work it out. Besides, what's there to do? Ask them their names, get them wet, tell them to dance." He shrugged. "Piece of piss."

"How many rounds will there be?"

"I don't know, you decide."

"How will we get them wet?" The bar was deserted and Clive's attitude made it easy to talk about treating girls as objects like this.

He carried on in his lackadaisical way. "Maybe jugs from behind the bar with water? Have them stand in a paddling pool or something."

"Maybe." I couldn't help but get into it. "How about if we got one of those hand pump spray guns you use to wash cars?"

"I suppose." He paused suddenly thoughtful. "I think I have one in the garage, never used it."

"Perfect. That way there's not as much water about, but you can get it right where you want on the girls. I reckon they could just dance on the stage as normal, it'll dry easily with the windows open."

Clive looked over to the stage which was right next to the open front of the bar. "You might be right."

"We can spray all the girls while they dance together, it's a much better than having them come up one by one."

Clive laughed again. "Well, I can see I picked the right man for the job."

I blushed slightly. I didn't want to come across too much like an obsessive, but Clive just looked pleased I was helping him out.

"What about the t-shirts?"

"I ordered them last week, I've got dozens. All small and thin, obviously."

I couldn't resist carrying on. "And what else will they wear?"

Clive was looking more and more involved in the conversation, my zeal for detail carrying him along. "I don't know, I didn't think."

"Well, we'd be saying no bras, wouldn't we?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"Well, if we're making rules let's say just their knickers. You know, along with the t-shirt we give them." I couldn't help but sound a little hesitant.

"I like your thinking." He slapped me on the back. "If we make it a rule then what can they say? Brilliant."

"Only, I imagine some of them won't want to get their actual underwear wet, so we should offer them some as well. Maybe say it's strongly advised or something."

This time Clive arched an eyebrow. "We buy them all new underwear?"

"It's to help them out, we can say that girls complained about having to wear wet clothes afterwards, so."

"I dunno, Jim, you're losing me, isn't that their problem?"

I could see he was getting bored so I cut to the chase. "Clive, what if along with thin, tight white t-shirts they were wearing thin, tight white knickers?"

I saw realisation dawn.

"Where would we get them from?"

It was my turn to shrug. "Go to a discount supermarket, buy lots of their cheapest, smallest whitest underwear."

Clive was beaming now. "Good man. Well, I'll get it all set up. If it goes off like you say we'll soon have them queuing round the block. We'll put them on every night!"

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"Did you hear what that creep told us earlier, Jim?" Jenny's still angry tone carried across the bar.

It was later that afternoon and the girls had returned from their flyering. As usual they stayed for a drink, they got one free every day.

"Yeah, he told me about the contest earlier. I'm sorry, I was going to warn you but he saw you all first. I don't know what to say."

"It's not your fault." Liz smiled at me, her cute freckled face peering out through her frizzy shoulder long hair.

"No, but." I couldn't help but think what would happen was partly my fault. Clive had told me earlier that they'd agreed to 'think about it', but he considered it a done deal. Everyone knew it was either take part or book their flights home.

"I wouldn't mind so much if we didn't have to win it." Ruth sounded slightly annoyed but mostly a little thoughtful.

"Only one of you has to do it, I guess." I didn't know why I said that, it was probably just me trying to sound like a friend. Of course I wanted all three of them in the contest.

"Maybe, but we were talking earlier. One chance out of all the entrants isn't much, all three of us probably need to do it to have a decent chance."

I nodded grateful my careless talk hadn't ruined things. "So, you're, er, going to do it, then?"

Ruth answered. "I don't think we have a choice."

"Fucking Clive!" Jenny let out her anger.

"Well, I'm going to be running them, so I can help you out." I figured it was best to let them know now.

"Oh, great, so you can just make sure one of us wins!" Liz smiled at me some more.

I hated to disappoint her but it had to be done. "Well, not quite like that. The winner is the one who gets the biggest cheer from the crowd."

"Oh." She looked crestfallen.

"I can make sure you all get the best chance, though. You know, make sure you can get near the front, that the crowd gets a look at you. I can tell you who I think is doing well so you can copy."

"Thanks, I guess." Ruth was polite but didn't sound too certain about my help.

I shrugged. "He's told me I have to make sure they're a success. If the bar doesn't start getting more customers I think we'll all be out of jobs, whether you girls win or not."

"So you'll be up there while we're, er." Liz's quiet Scottish tones sounded extra lovely.

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't ask for this, Clive told me I had to."

"I bet you were gutted." Jenny sounded slightly accusatory. I decided to change the subject slightly.

"Have any of you done one before?"

"No!" That didn't seem to have calmed Jenny down. Liz just shook her head.

"I thought about entering one once." Ruth offered. Jenny looked at her with surprise, Ruth shrugged. "I didn't though, some of the other girls talked about what they'd done last time and my friend got nervous and, well."

"If he thinks I'm getting topless up there he's dreaming." The other girls didn't respond to that, I guessed they all really knew that some toplessness would be pretty much expected. I certainly didn't add that I was hoping for more.

The conversation petered out and the girls stared into their drinks glumly. I tried to match their mood outwardly, but inwardly I was delighted.

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Friday passed slowly. Clive arrived in the afternoon with boxes of t-shirts and knickers, he'd managed to get some very nondescript white pairs that didn't look too unfashionable. They were pretty full but that was probably a good thing, and they looked very thin.

We put those in a room behind the bar where the contestants would get changed, then brought in the pump. After a quick test it seemed perfect, I could choose a finer mist or a fairly concentrated squirt by twisting the end. We filled it up and put it on the corner of the stage.

Clive had also printed out a few rule sheets and put them up in the changing room. They seemed good, a standard disclaimer about injury, that the contest was public so people might have cameras about, that the judges decision was final and then some rules covering our discussion the day before.

"Contestants can wear an official t-shirt and briefs.

Contestants will get wet, so to avoid damaging their own clothing it's also strongly advised to wear the provided briefs.

No other clothing is allowed."

Once we were set up there was nothing else to do but wait. I'd thought a bit about how to run the contest and set a few things up with Clive, but there was plenty of room for improvisation. I knew I would need to be flexible and see how it went to get as many of them as possible to loosen up. It was slightly unbelievable that my job for the evening was to persuade some girls to get naked.

Clive was another step ahead, he had decided that all contestants would receive a free shot before the contest.

"Maybe we should offer them a few more when they sign up as well?"

"Yeah, I thought that but what's to stop people signing up but then not taking part?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, how about we stamp their hand then if they try and leave early the bouncers can tell them they need to pay?"

"Nice!" He grinned at me again, "and let's also say it turns out those shots aren't the cheap kind."

Clive altered the posters around the bar and out front accordingly. He also quickly printed off a stack of flyers, he was going to get the girls to advertise the contest they would be starring in later.

"I want the girls to say they'll be in it as they hand them out, but I don't want to give away that they're ringers." He stared wistfully into the middle distance. "If they saw Liz's tits and imagined them in a wet shirt we'd make a fortune."

"It's a shame," I sympathised. Clive was a man of principle in his own way, as much as he clearly liked lusting after the three of them he still had his mind on the money.

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The girls came to pick up the flyers as usual. Jenny especially seemed as if she wanted to comment to Clive who was stood grinning at them, but they turned to leave without anything other than a few muted hellos in my direction.

"See you all later, girls." He called out after them. I was still feeling a little bad for them, I didn't love that they were being strong armed into the contest but I couldn't deny I was looking forward to the results.

Jenny was tall and athletic, with a beautifully toned body. She might have been a bit prickly and not into guys eyeing her up but she was still obviously proud of it, the other two girls usually wore sarongs and tops with their swimwear in the bar, but Jenny rarely seemed to cover up much.

Ruth was much curvier with a bum that seemed to wobble in a gravity defying manner. I found her really cute, with a button nose and shorter hair. Her boobs were lovely as well and she usually had a bikini top on that was only covered loosely, but they were nothing compared to Liz's.

The 5 foot 1 freckled red head might have been slim and shy but she had truly amazing breasts. They were sadly much more covered up that the other girls as she often came to flyer in a one piece with something draped around her shoulders and waist as well, but there was no disguising them completely. Clive had commented many times that they must be D cup at least, I was happy to leave the statistics to him and just go with big. On her sleight frame you might have even got away with huge.

Given all that, even if I could have got them out of their predicament then no one could have blamed me for not bothering.

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As the afternoon and then early evening wore on there were signs that the posters and flyers were doing their job, the place wasn't packed but it was definitely busier than it had been. At the bar I'd had some enquiries about the contest, mostly from groups of lads but a few girls as well. There were no sign-ups yet but the tables nearest the stage had already been commandeered by some of the guys and Clive was delighted with their decision to drink heavily as they waited.

Around 8 we got our first sign ups, it was two girls who had come in with a mixed group and then returned to the bar a little later.

"So, this contest. Is it really a 200 euros prize."

"Absolutely."

"And we get free shots for signing up?"

"Yes, you can have a few now and then one before the contest."

I saw them exchange a glance, they looked like two normal girls on a night out. A brunette with large earrings and a short black dress and a blonde in hot pants and a top. Both the outfits were skin tight and their bodies seemed like the sort you'd want in a wet t-shirt contest, slim-ish but curvy and with pretty nicely sized breasts. The brunette's especially were probably what you'd call big.

"What do you have to do?"

"Well, we give you a t-shirt to wear and then you dance on stage. The girl that gets the most applause wins."

"And we get wet as well?"

"Yeah."

"And that's it?"

"There's a few rounds and girls normally try and impress the crowd, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to. You can leave the stage whenever you like."

They glanced at one another again and both smiled, then the brunette looked back. "OK, we'll put our names down."

"Great." They were Ellie and Sophie, both 19.

"Now I just need to stamp your hands as contestants."

Ellie, the brunette, held out her hand. "Why do you need to do that?"

"It's just to stop people taking the shots but not turning up later." I stamped her hand and moved on to her friend. "I'm sure you would never do that, but it's happened a few times. You can still leave beforehand if you want to, this is just so we can ask you to pay for the shots first."

"OK." She sounded slightly confused but I didn't think it was because their plan had been foiled. I poured them their shots, told them they could have some more later if they felt like it and they re-joined their party. I took the opportunity to watch their bums as they left, both seemed like worth getting to know in more detail.

After a little while I went to the tables of lads and told them to try and persuade some of the passing girls.

"Tell them about the prize and the free drinks, it's all more fun for you lot later."

"No problem, mate, we'll find the talent for you!"

They seemed enthused and I could see them for the rest of the night buzzing around groups of girls. It didn't open the floodgates but a couple of those they'd talked to signed up, and as the time of the contest got closer we'd had 4 girls sign up. The two the lads had persuaded were stunning, I couldn't wait to get them wet.

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With about twenty minutes to go Jenny, Ruth and Liz turned up. I'd started to get a little nervous about them but had told myself that I'd be running a wet t-shirt contest whatever happened. They came to the bar and all seemed a little subdued but I put their names down and stamped their hands.

"Do you want your shots?"

Ruth managed a smile. "I guess we'd better."

"I'm sorry, I really am," I said as I lined them up. "At least there's some other girls signed up to do it with you."

"What are you talking about, moron?" That was Jenny. "If no one else signed up we'd win it easily."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that."

"Obviously. You were just thinking about who you'll get to perv over later."

"It's my job, Jenny, I have to do it."

"Whatever."

Liz smiled at me a little. "Don't worry, Jim, she's just nervous. We all are."

"That's OK."

The girls downed both their shots and went off into the bar, I'd told them the announcement would come in a few minutes. I watched with growing anticipation as the clock inched forward to 11pm.

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"OK, it's about time for our world famous WET T SHIRT CONTEST!" The bar cheered as one at Clive's announcement. "We'll be starting in a few minutes, can the girls who signed up please make their way to the side of the bar."

He was already there with the microphone and ushered the girls into the room as they arrived. I saw Jenny and the rest head in and it seemed like all seven contestants had made it. He nodded to me and I went over to follow him inside, Ollie would look after the bar alone for a few minutes before Clive helped him out during the contest.

We followed the last stragglers, it was fairly crowded in the smallish room and Clive squeezed his way to the front.

"OK, ladies, thanks for signing up. We'll be starting once you're all changed. It's pretty simple, you get your kit off and we'll hand out the t-shirts. You can keep your own knickers on if you want but they'll get soaked and you won't want to wear them afterwards, so best leave them here and use the ones we'll be handing out. Jim will tell you the rest once you're out there."

He stopped and grabbed a box of t-shirts, then handed one to the nearest girl. It was Ellie the brunette I'd signed up earlier.