The Slapstick Assistant Part 2, by Jo Here I was back in the wings for the second of the sketches in the Jim and John Chucky Brothers summer show at our local theatre. I was the stand in for my flatmate Samantha as an 'assistant' to the brothers. I had really enjoyed the mess and humiliation of the paint and paste in the first sketch. Unfortunatelly, so the stage manager said, the brothers were not involved in any slapstick in this one. I was to make an entrance on to the stage where the brothers, dressed as old fashioned London policemen, were doing a comedy routine of jokes about truncheons, the Policemans Ball, willy warmers, Letsby Avenue and other such ancient tales. I only had to walk on, enter an old type red telephone kiosk, pretend to make a phone call for a minute and then leave. Basiclly I was just a glamorous distraction in between their patter. Dressed in my tight white blouse and flared white skirt, the only clothes I had left after my other dress was trashed earlier, I strode on stage to be greeted by Jim. "Hello, hello, hello young lady -- are you about to make a telepone call in that there kiosk?" "Yes, if that is alright?" "Certainly miss -- but I should warn you that we are both here to keep an eye on it as we have had reports of strange happenings inside the kiosk" "What sort of problems, Officer?" I said. "Apparently when ever something is said outside the kiosk disturbing things happen inside it. But we have been here some time and nothing has happened so far. Hurry up miss and you should be ok" I stepped into the kiosk, closed the door and pretended to make a call. The holidaymakers had become very quiet all of a sudden and the spotlights were now directed on to the kiosk with Jim and John just shadowy figures standing either side. They chatted on. "Bank Holiday tommorow Jim, everywhere will be shut I expect" "Yes, not many places open at all" I pretended to make a call, put the phone down, turned to leave but the door seemed to have jammed, and stayed tightly shut. I banged on the glass windows but no-one seemed to hear me and the spotlights were almost blinding me. They started to talk about the weather forecast. "Heard on the news that there will be a slight breeze tonight" said John. "Yes! Then picking up to gale force" replied Jim. I felt a slight upward draught of warm air rising from the floor that gently rustled and lifted slightly my flared skirt. Not unpleasent in the circumstances! The warm air was increasing and pushing my skirt higher and higher -- it was then -- and only then -- that I realised that my panties had been ruined earlier and I was totally naked under my skirt!!! The force of the air quickly increased, my skirt flapping uncontrollably as I struggled to keep my pubic hairs from public view. The more I twisted and turned the more the firm cheeks of my bottom or the dark hair between my legs were obvious even to those at the back of the theatre. The audience were now cheering and laughing at my predicament and shouting for more. "Floods are forecast after the gales" Jim said "Oh no" I thought. The warm but exciting blast of air diminished. Slowly at first, warm water entered the bottom of the kiosk, rising faster and faster it reached my knees, then my thighs and only stopped above my waist. The water pushed my skirt above my waist, leaving my nether regions warm and throbbing as it bubbled and frothed around my lower body. I was embarressed but aroused at the same time. At least I wasn't messed up, although the skirt was wet through at least it should dry out when this sketch ends, I thought to myself as the water slowly receeded. "What are you having for breakfast?" said John "I'm having eggs and beans when I get home" The audience and I waited with baited breath!! I daren't look up !! They surely wouldn't ruin my only outfit? Down they came, one after another, eggs breaking on top of my head with the yolks slowly but surely running down through my hair, to my face, onto my cleavage and down inside my blouse. Sticky and slimy they went down over my breasts, the nipples as hard as iron, down my flat stomach until they slid between my legs. I could not believe how aroused I became. Please, please -- more, more, I silently begged. Tomato beans started to cascade from the roof of the kiosk sticking to the slimy remains of the eggs but also finding their way into my blouse and down over my rigid breasts, flowing ever downward until they seeped under the waistband of my skirt and dribbled the length of my legs and into my shoes. "I think I'll just have a bowl of porridge" said Jim. I could see the audience willing it to be a very, very large bowl. It was !!!! Gallons poured over me - covering me entirely from head to foot, inside my blouse and skirt it slopped and dripped for the pleasure of the highly delighted audience -- and I was enjoying it even more than them. Syrup slowly emerged from the top of the kiosk to mingle with the now congealing mess that covered my entire body, from my dark matted hair to my sloppy shoes. The feeling inside me was one of total and utter arousement. "I will probably go and have a nice warm shower or a bath after breakfast.What about you John?" "Good idea Jim" Water poured, with the force of a power shower, from the top of the kiosk, washing most of the eggs, beans, porridge and syrup from my hair, face, shoulders and cleavage. The force the water pushed my blouse over my breasts and down to my waist. As the water rose up the sides of the kiosk the waist band of my skirt gave way and the white material floated around with my blouse. As I struggled to find a way of covering my nude figure I saw the brothers had turned round and noticed my soggy, but highly roused, body in the kiosk. "Hello, what have we here?" they said in unison "What have you been up to?" As if they didn't know!!! The water again receded, the kiosk door shot open and I emerged onto the stage in a soggy but happy mass clutching the remains of my outfit to my body. Rapturous cheering echoed around the theatre as the curtain dropped to end the sketch. I felt hot, sticky and aroused. Most of the men, and some of the women, in the audience looked as if they felt the same way! "How am I going to get home without any clean clothes" I shouted at the brothers as we went backstage. "We'll find you some thing to wear from the wardrobe department" said Jim "as long as promise to appear in the next sketch" If it meant me getting some decent clothes to wear then I was game for anything by now!! 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