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As round 2 starts I walk out with my team as the curtain raises. My shirt and shorts soaked in oil and my hair and shirt in beans and some treacle. clothes clinging and way more form fitting. My tan legs shine in the light with the oil.

As he says something about a Casino and starts his explanation it sounds like no matter what this isn't going to end well. Thankfully for once I am not in the first group of players. I watch intently trying to figure out what is going on as some of the crowd stares at my ass. I know that its all chance but hoping to figure out what is going on anyway.

After the first round this looks like without luck its not going to go well as I am anxious now but have to wait until the final group. Tension and nerves building as I step forward to see my cards.

Right off the batt I lose. Shaking my head knowing that there is no way I am going to end up winning. 2nd round I end up tying for the best hand. thank god. Hoping the 3rd hand goes well as they both get low cards and I pull a jack. I clinch my fist as I pick up a pie thankful this isn't going to me. I slam the red pie in her face, rubbing it all over and getting some up her nose and a good bit dripping down her front. I watch her join the others by the gunge pool. Happy its not me, looking like thats going to be a whole ton of ickiness.

I just need to pull out the next round but once again a loss right off the batt. Then he gets a 6. I gasp thinking what the fuck. But I match him and can't help but flip him off for the smug look. Hoping that somehow this confidence will carry me. Then he rolls another 5. How is this possible. I look agitated and just my luck I not only lose but I roll a 1. Bloxo looks all too happy as I glare at him.

I have no choice but to lower my shorts, showing some pink bikini briefs that show off my butt a good bit. I kneel down which feels very demeaning knowing something messy is coming. I feel cool bits plop on my head and roll down me. friggin rice pudding..."Yuck!!" soaking my hair and dripping down my shirt and thighs, puddling around my knees and lower legs as I kneel there. I stand up, getting all over my feet as I carefully walk over to my place on the stage. At least I got some points I think as I drain my hair flinging bits of rice pudding to the ground.

Sure enough all the losers are saturated in slime as they eventually come out dripping, clothes clinging and such.

Hating that we are losing but at leasts it close. Hoping to pull out another win this time and leave clean

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