Get Wet, Girls Ch. 02

"We've got two pitchers of beer, two bottles of milk or a bucket of iced water."

The crowd loved the options, Ruth seemed less thrilled. Rickie quickly and enthusiastically chose the beer, and, as Clive gestured to him to go over and grab the pitchers, I couldn't help but move close enough to Ruth to let her say something to me.

"Proud of yourself are you?" She was still keeping up the sarcasm from earlier, but the annoyed tone didn't seem that serious. I smiled, enjoying playing along with this dynamic between us.

"What's the problem, he's chosen the beer. That's your speciality."

She looked back at me as Rickie walked gingerly towards us trying not to spill the pitchers. Despite her front I could tell she was still apprehensive about what was going to happen.

"It'll be over soon." I whispered and stepped aside to let Rickie take up his place behind her. I'd placed a small stool there earlier and he stepped on top.

"OK, everyone, let's have a countdown. Five, four."

The crowd took it up easily and Ruth repeated her performance from yesterday, dancing slightly. She winced noticeably as they hit zero, tightly screwing up her eyes in anticipation. Rickie missed the beat slightly but the beer was soon cascading over her head and down her body. Again she kept up the dance after the initial shock from the temperature, though her movements were fairly half hearted and she mostly tried to keep her face relatively clear and breathe through the cold. The crowd loved it and of course her clothes soon became transparent, with both nipples and her neatly trimmed pubic hair easily visible as she gingerly moved around.

Eventually Rickie ran out of beer and as the torrent stopped so did Ruth's performance, the crowd continued to roar its approval as she stepped dripping out of the paddling pool. Rickie went to the front of the stage to celebrate with the crowd while Ruth looked up to me with a hopeful look on her drenched face. I nodded my approval and she immediately set off back to the dressing room, Clive quickly coming down to aid her passage. I looked across to Liz who made her way into the pool without comment, Patrick following on behind.

"So, Patrick, what's it to be, the milk or the water?"

"Er," he wasn't as certain as Rickie had been and the crowd shouted some suggestions. Milk seemed the clear winner and it was good to know it got a positive reaction. I'd not really known what to add as a third option earlier when thinking about this part, but it was the only other liquid I thought was easily available in large quantities.

There were two 6 pint containers, Patrick opened the first one and, not bothering with the step, came round in front of Liz. I tried to nudge him to at least stand to one side but he was not really paying attention to me and started to pour it over her breasts. Unsurprisingly Liz did nothing but thrust them obediently forward, her nipples hardening instantly with the cold.

After using about half the bottle to coat her tits Patrick stepped to one side and, like Rickie, basked in the approval of the crowd. Liz looked to me as if to see what she should do but I just shrugged, Rickie had won fair and square so it was his show.

He turned back to her and gestured for her to turn round, which she did quickly and pretty soon he was emptying the milk onto her bum. She bent forward further as the milk ran and towards the end he gave her a light slap. I wondered whether to say anything but thought it would be spectacularly hypocritical of me if I did.

He stepped away briefly to get the next bottle and Liz just stayed as she was. When he returned the sight of her milky wet arse must have been so inviting that he didn't ask for another position change and got right back to turning it even whiter than Liz's already very white natural complexion. Watching her get soaked with milk was an interesting change of scene, you could see the liquid cascading down her body much more clearly, which just emphasised how soaked she was getting.

Patrick was rationing it out more carefully this time, and after the third or so pour he reached out towards her. I figured it would be another slap but instead he tentatively pulled her now sopping wet and mostly transparent panties down, exposing a few inches of her bum. I admired the thought but at that point I felt I did have to step in for the integrity of the contest.

"Whoa, careful there Patrick!"

My tone stopped him, and he stood up now mostly to one side of Liz. She held her position as no one had told her otherwise and we both looked down to her damp and beautifully inviting bottom.

"I'm afraid she has to keep those on tonight, rules are rules."

He looked at me slightly uncertain if I were about to end his fun completely. The crowd roared good natured disapproval.

"Just pull them back up and you can finish the bottle, OK?"

Liz had stayed stock still throughout this and he quickly tugged her knickers back up to her waist. Given their state you'd have been hard pressed to say she was more covered up, but rules were still rules.

He waited a moment but seeing that I seemed fine with him carrying on he tapped Liz on the shoulder and she turned back to face him. He spent the last 30 seconds or so carefully pouring splash after splash onto her boobs as she, after a little encouragement, shook them about. She maintained a serious and attentive expression on her face throughout.

Once the bottle was finally done I ushered him to one side and, like Rickie, he quickly started talking to friends just off-stage. I nodded to Liz, as I had to Ruth, and she walked over to leave the stage. Clive again came down to help.

I thanked the crowd again, their approval was becoming quite a drug and I and Patrick stayed there for several minutes exchanging cheers and largely meaningless banter. I was walking on air and couldn't believe I'd get to do more-or-less the same thing most nights from now on.

When I finally got back to the bar Clive was once again beaming his approval. As last night I wondered if I could find an excuse to go into the dressing room, but it didn't seem as if we had any takers for the backstage experience and, after a few moments, I saw the girls walking out dressed again. It seemed my time with the crowd had cost me that opportunity.

I looked over to Clive wondering if I should say anything, but it did seem as if everything was over for tonight and the girls were again free to do as they pleased. They both looked over to me and nodded a goodbye so it seemed as if I'd again done nothing to damage my relationship with them. Maybe this really was the new normal.

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"Hello there."

I looked up from putting away some glasses, I thought I recognised the voice but wasn't certain. I was pleased but also possibly a little apprehensive to be proved right.

"Hello. I, er, didn't expect to see you again."

"Really? You seemed pretty confident on stage the other night."

I tried to read Olivia's expression. She seemed amused by my reaction and acting a little aloof from it, but given how early in the day it was she surely came to the bar to find me. I tried to stay as calm as possible, if she actually had been attracted to me the other night then I needed to act as assured as I had then.

"You ran off. I figured you must have gone insane or something."

To my delight she laughed at that. "Oh yeah, that was it. Not how completely annoying your fan boys were."

"They're not that bad."

"And how many times have they asked you to show them your tits?"

"Not many."

"Well, there you go."

There was a pause, it was clearly up to me to make the running from here. I hoped I was up to it.

"Amy not here?"

"Disappointed?"

"Not really. She did look good, though."

"Oh, she did, did she?" She was fishing for a compliment. I was delighted she felt the need and grateful for the opportunity.

"Not as good as you. You were, I mean, you are, amazing." I had dropped my voice, trying to talk only to her in a pretty public environment. It seemed as if I'd got the tone right, she smiled almost shyly and looked away briefly.

"I'm sure you told all the girls on stage that."

"Yeah, definitely, but with you I actually mean it."

It was almost true. Most of the girls looked great and Liz's body was perhaps even better than hers, but with Olivia I somehow wanted more than just that. Though maybe it was simply that she seemed more unattainable. In any case I was doing what seemed needed.

She waited a little while before replying. "Well, I just thought I should show my face. I did kinda give you the impression I'd hang about and then I didn't, so." Her sentence tailed off, she was again wanting me to do the work.

"I don't start till late on Thursday, maybe we could hang out?"

"Maybe." There was a very brief pause. "I mean, er, yeah."

I smiled. "Great. Shall I take your number."

"Yeah, OK." She took out her phone and we did what was needed.

"See you on Thursday, then." She looked to be leaving.

"You know, we're doing a contest most nights, maybe you fancy starring in one again?" I made it sound slightly like a joke.

"I think I've had enough of stardom"

"Well, maybe Amy then?" I tried to sound exaggeratedly innocent.

She looked at me with a slight grin on her face, "careful, you could still blow this."

I smiled back, part of me remained astounded at how this was going but I retained a clear impression of persuading her to let me pull her knickers down on stage.

I shrugged, "maybe, but you've got to have fun, haven't you?"

She smiled a bit more broadly. "Text me where we should meet, OK?"

I nodded, "OK," and watched her walk out of the bar. She still looked fantastic.

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"So, what did you need us for?"

Ruth and Liz had come back to the bar as I'd asked them to after enjoying several free drinks following their work that day. They'd seemed once again slightly frazzled by their promotional work, though not as badly as the day before and they hadn't really discussed the detail with me. As with the first day they'd gone home and changed first, Ruth still in a bikini top with some short shorts and Liz back in a one piece. Both had wraps on over the top.

I tried to summon up all the casual confidence and assumption of control I'd managed to take with them both on stage before replying.

"Clive wants us to try out the new t-shirts. There's a few different designs they can do, so he wants to know which would be best for the contest."

"OK." Ruth sounded slightly unsure. It was the reaction expected at first, and that's why I'd decided to give them a bit of time after their work to say this. Time and a few drinks.

"They're in the back so we can do it through there."

"You want us to model them?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, and we'll get them wet."

The girls both looked even more surprised.

Ruth looked at her friend and then back at me. "I don't know, Jim."

"It's part of your jobs now, I think." I sounded a little bit apologetic, but I figured that was fine as long as I still insisted.

"I suppose." Ruth remained unconvinced, but she also wasn't refusing or making as if to leave. "Will we be getting paid?"

"Yeah, certainly. Besides, you know what Clive's like, he'll only ask again if we don't do it." I smiled at them, as if it were nothing to do with me. "It won't take long, come on."

I started to walk towards the back room, nodding to Ollie as I went to make sure he knew he'd be on his own for a while. As I'd hoped the girls hesitated slightly but followed.

"We won't have to do this sort of thing often, will we?" Ruth asked as we entered the room.

"I don't know, probably not." I tried to keep it vague.

"Is this what you want those 'backstage' things to be like, then?" Ruth still sounded slightly annoyed but also slightly curious.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. I'm not sure about those, we didn't even get anyone asking last night." I shrugged. "That's probably just a few pictures, like with liz."

"Yeah, you said that last time. I'm really not sure I want to let people take pictures."

I couldn't help but sound a bit incredulous. "Ruth, I'm pretty sure people already have pictures of you."

"Oh, right." It looked like it was the first time she'd thought of that. I wondered how to get her mind off it quickly.

"I don't know what you're worried about, though, you have to actually win a contest for that to happen!"

My joke seemed to do the trick, she gave a small snort of laughter and a, "hey!"

I pointed to a box on the table, "Clive put the new shirts over there, I think there's three different kinds. I'll just set up this." I walked over to where the paddling pool we'd use don stage last night was already mostly inflated.

"Is that for getting us wet?" Ruth asked slightly redundantly, I nodded and got to work.

Trying to act as if I was busy I half watched as they picked up the shirts and sorted through them. The ones they picked out first seemed similar to those we'd already used, but there was also the bar's logo and some writing.

They both glanced over at me and there was only a slight hesitation before they took off the wraps they were wearing. Obviously I was hoping to stay in the room as they undressed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth put her hands up to her bikini top and untie the string at the back.

"Do we need to take our tops off?" Liz asked in her usual quiet tones and Ruth paused. I turned back to face them directly.

"Well, yeah. We're testing them like they would be in the contest."

"Right."

I waited a moment then turned back to what I had been doing. Eventually Ruth lifted her bikini top up and off. I was still pretending to be occupied and she quickly put an arm over her nipples, but it was good to get briefly reacquainted with her bare breasts. She turned round to start putting on the t-shirt.

Liz put her shirt over her head and pulled it down over her shoulders. She then slipped her swimsuit off each shoulder. I could see her plan was to keep covered but it quickly became obvious that the t-shirt was too tight to slip down easily.

As she hesitated we made eye contact and I smiled at her. Liz glanced across at Ruth who still had her back turned, and then a few moments later she pushed her swimsuit down to her waist and started to use both hands to get her t-shirt in place. I was treated to the sight of her big pert tits as they bounced around for a few seconds, it seemed Liz the understated exhibitionist was already back in action.

Pretty soon both girls were ready and I took them in. The shirts were small and tight but seemed immediately of better quality than the ones we'd used previously. Neither girl had needed to cut them to get them stretched over their breasts and they reached down to around their belly buttons. It was hard to say but they didn't seem that transparent yet.

After a few moments of me staring at them Ruth asked, "shall we get into the paddling pool?"

I looked over at Ruth and down at her shorts. "I think you'd better take them off too."

She followed my gaze. Although I clearly had another reason to want her to undress the shorts were fabric and almost certainly would be very annoying if soaking.

She looked up at me hesitating, obviously realising how unpleasant they could get to wear. "Are we really going to get that wet?"

"Well, we've got three t-shirts to try out." I was obviously intending to drench them both. "And I think those will rub pretty badly."

She looked down at them again, then up at me. "Yeah, but, I've, er. I've only got a thong on."

It seemed Ruth was still a little shy in front of me.

"Maybe you could wear a pair from the contest? Though I'm not sure how many we have, and," I shrugged, we all knew that I meant wearing them wouldn't really cover up much.

"OK." She hesitated, I wondered if I'd somehow messed it up and she would keep them on but after a few moments she turned around again. I held my breath but I could see that she was unbuttoning her shorts.

As she slid them down I could quickly see why she had hesitated, her lovely round bum was immediately almost completely exposed and it took me a moment to notice any underwear at all. She waited a few more seconds before turning around, and when she did she held her hands in front of her groin which had the effect of covering the only part of her knickers that wasn't just white string. The contest underwear probably did offer her more coverage. I looked for a few more seconds then stepped forwards.

"We should get these out of your way," I quickly picked up the girls discarded clothes, such as they were, and put them on a table over by the door. "It'll keep them dry too."

I looked back over to Ruth who was now wearing almost the same as she did on stage, taking time to note the tiny hint of her pubic hair through the underwear. This was going very well, and although there was obviously a little more to it, it seemed that our jobs now included them having to undress if I asked them.

They were a fantastic sight. Both of them had their boobs squashed together so much that they spilled out in a festival of cleavage. Liz's were the biggest, of course, but Ruth's really weren't too far behind once they were placed under that much pressure. If anything the new t-shirts seemed tighter.

"OK, girls, looking good. Let's get going, shall we?"

I stepped to one side inviting the two of them to get into the paddling pool. Liz stepped forward straight away and Ruth followed not that far behind, I stared at her bum as she got in. It quickly became clear there wasn't enough room in there for them both, they were practically bumping into each other.

"I think we'll have to do you one at a time."

Ruth made to step back out but I quickly said, "no, you first." She hesitated slightly but accepted things easily enough, Liz stepped out. They watched as I picked up an ice bucket and filled it at the tap.

"Clive's taken the pump back home for his car for the moment, so we'll have to do it this way." That wasn't true, I'd just decided I preferred it this way. I'd thought many times about how much fun pouring the beer over Ruth's head had been, and was eager to repeat something like it.

I stepped back towards her and she obediently lowered the arm that had been hovering around her chest. I decided to start with an inspection and stared at her t-shirt and cleavage from close up, Ruth let me look.

"Does it feel OK?" I asked.

"Er, yeah, it's fine."

"Not too tight?"

"No, not really."

I hadn't raised my eyes throughout this conversation, up close Ruth's nipples were already quite noticeable. I stepped slightly aside.

"Well then," I smiled at Ruth as I picked up the bucket, she swept her hair back from her shoulders and slightly inclined her body in preparation. I positioned the bucket above her boobs and started pouring.

The water wasn't as cold as a freshly poured pint of lager but it still got a bit of a reaction from her, she flinched away slightly and I found myself putting my arm around her waist to hold her close. Ruth leant back against it a little but I finished the bucket disappointingly quickly.

I stepped back to admire my work, but at first glance the t-shirt hadn't changed appearance much at all. It looked at least a little wet but was still about as opaque as before. Ruth looked down at herself then up at me.

"Not much change, is there?" I asked.

Ruth didn't reply and didn't seem too interested. She kept a hand firmly in front of her groin but it seemed likely that a few streams had run over her knickers. I wondered how transparent the thong would become.

"It seemed to kind of bounce off a little bit," I analysed. "Maybe if I poured it down inside your top it would work better."

"You're doing more than one bucket?" It sounded as if Ruth had thought we were already finished. Although there was a a fair hint of annoyance it sounded like a complaint rather than an effort to escape.