draw, after extra time. A rematch was scheduled for the next week. The boys from both groups ended up in the mud, just for the hell of it. The chilled booze was a great way to cool off after Skeet and Ginny hosed everybody down. Ginny, of course, had volunteered for the job, together with almost every other female on the large staff.
Lucy rigged the vote on that one. She thought Ginny deserved it after spending much of the past two days unconscious on the reception floor.
The mud puddle was replenished and a half hour wait was decided on, the Yank team enjoying a few more refreshments before the girls took on the Aussie female staffers.
They had already picked their teams. Lucy and Doc were not the only ones that would be watching this one carefully. Lana Peters and Tristan Jones had had a brief discussion. Whatever was said, he had tried to talk Izzy out of competing. However the beautiful woman had made up her mind. There was no way she’d give his ex the luxury of thinking she couldn’t cut it.
Didi went once more to the microphone. “Well, the last event was a tie. C’mon, ladies, show these boys we can do better. Both teams assemble on your sides of the pond. Ready and, on my whistle … go!”
The guest’s team, made up in order of rope position, comprised of Lana Peters, Vanessa Dayton, Izzy Jones, Karen Brown, Kylie Andrews, and Terri Writer, with Ms. Sheridan’s P.A., Carol Hillier, bringing up the rear as their anchor. The woman was built like a Sumo wrestler.
Just as the whistle blew, Kylie swapped places with Karen Brown, placing herself directly behind her ex-husband’s new wife. What was even stranger was Karen Brown. She jumped in front of Izzy Jones and directly behind Vanessa Dayton, her own husband’s ex.
Tony Brown said, “Oh fuck, no, Karen!”
Lana Peters said, “Uh-oh!”
Vanessa Dayton smiled serenely and said nothing.
Izzy Jones said, “Bring it on, bitch.”
Kylie Andrews said, “Can you breathe underwater?”
The whistle blew.
Lucy whispered, “Oh shit!”
Skeet replied with, “Yep, I think it might go that way, Luce.”
The ladies were really getting into the feel of the thing. The men were doing a fine loud job of cheering them on. The females from the A team were pulled into the edges of the puddle but managed to regain ground before the second member on the rope hit the water. That was the lose position and so far close, but no cigars.
Somehow Izzy Jones lost her string bikini top, which none of the men were complaining about. If the bitch behind her thought that this would cause her to quit and look like a sore loser, she was very much mistaken. Her childish attempt to embarrass Izzy succeeded only in making people aware of what a truly great set of tits Izzy had, and congratulate her for being a great sport.
Cyril lay watching with interest. I could mud wrestle ‘em free. I’d win too. C’mon, Dudes team! Oh my! That can’t be good. Why is that Kylie Andrews person undressing Izzy Jones? Is that in the rules? Can I play too?
Karen Brown shoved her knee hard into the back of Vanessa Dayton’s legs, causing her to fall face down in the mud. Lana Peters lost her balance as a result. Karen fell on top of Vanessa. She yanked hard on Vanessa’s long hair and screamed as loud as she could, “Oh, I am so so sorry, I must have slipped.”
Vanessa climbed out from under, still smiling. She made much of giving Karen a forgiving hug, and whispered in her ear, “Touch me again like that, you stupid cow, and I'll rip your fucking eyes out.” She smiled and ensured that she gave the perplexed bystanders a huge laugh.
Tony Brown strode across to his wife. He grabbed her by the hand. He then shoved her under the hose. The clearly unhappy man left her standing there, dripping wet, as he stomped off in the direction of the Swamp.
Tristan looked fit to be tied. Lucy was very concerned that this bitchy rivalry could get nasty.
Lana Peters walked hurriedly over to
Lucy rigged the vote on that one. She thought Ginny deserved it after spending much of the past two days unconscious on the reception floor.
The mud puddle was replenished and a half hour wait was decided on, the Yank team enjoying a few more refreshments before the girls took on the Aussie female staffers.
They had already picked their teams. Lucy and Doc were not the only ones that would be watching this one carefully. Lana Peters and Tristan Jones had had a brief discussion. Whatever was said, he had tried to talk Izzy out of competing. However the beautiful woman had made up her mind. There was no way she’d give his ex the luxury of thinking she couldn’t cut it.
Didi went once more to the microphone. “Well, the last event was a tie. C’mon, ladies, show these boys we can do better. Both teams assemble on your sides of the pond. Ready and, on my whistle … go!”
The guest’s team, made up in order of rope position, comprised of Lana Peters, Vanessa Dayton, Izzy Jones, Karen Brown, Kylie Andrews, and Terri Writer, with Ms. Sheridan’s P.A., Carol Hillier, bringing up the rear as their anchor. The woman was built like a Sumo wrestler.
Just as the whistle blew, Kylie swapped places with Karen Brown, placing herself directly behind her ex-husband’s new wife. What was even stranger was Karen Brown. She jumped in front of Izzy Jones and directly behind Vanessa Dayton, her own husband’s ex.
Tony Brown said, “Oh fuck, no, Karen!”
Lana Peters said, “Uh-oh!”
Vanessa Dayton smiled serenely and said nothing.
Izzy Jones said, “Bring it on, bitch.”
Kylie Andrews said, “Can you breathe underwater?”
The whistle blew.
Lucy whispered, “Oh shit!”
Skeet replied with, “Yep, I think it might go that way, Luce.”
The ladies were really getting into the feel of the thing. The men were doing a fine loud job of cheering them on. The females from the A team were pulled into the edges of the puddle but managed to regain ground before the second member on the rope hit the water. That was the lose position and so far close, but no cigars.
Somehow Izzy Jones lost her string bikini top, which none of the men were complaining about. If the bitch behind her thought that this would cause her to quit and look like a sore loser, she was very much mistaken. Her childish attempt to embarrass Izzy succeeded only in making people aware of what a truly great set of tits Izzy had, and congratulate her for being a great sport.
Cyril lay watching with interest. I could mud wrestle ‘em free. I’d win too. C’mon, Dudes team! Oh my! That can’t be good. Why is that Kylie Andrews person undressing Izzy Jones? Is that in the rules? Can I play too?
Karen Brown shoved her knee hard into the back of Vanessa Dayton’s legs, causing her to fall face down in the mud. Lana Peters lost her balance as a result. Karen fell on top of Vanessa. She yanked hard on Vanessa’s long hair and screamed as loud as she could, “Oh, I am so so sorry, I must have slipped.”
Vanessa climbed out from under, still smiling. She made much of giving Karen a forgiving hug, and whispered in her ear, “Touch me again like that, you stupid cow, and I'll rip your fucking eyes out.” She smiled and ensured that she gave the perplexed bystanders a huge laugh.
Tony Brown strode across to his wife. He grabbed her by the hand. He then shoved her under the hose. The clearly unhappy man left her standing there, dripping wet, as he stomped off in the direction of the Swamp.
Tristan looked fit to be tied. Lucy was very concerned that this bitchy rivalry could get nasty.
Lana Peters walked hurriedly over to
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