This time, the pie zoomed past my head. I let out a small sigh of relief.
“Still no egg custard on his face. For our last contestant, we have Lucia, who is on the junior varsity softball team.”
Shit.
The girl looked like she was out of one of those eighties baseball movies. She had the full getup, including cleats, a cap, and hair in pigtails. She blew a pink bubble of gum, hefted the pie in her hand, wound up, and…
“Perfect hit!” Josie yelled. The crowd went wild.
I carefully pawed the smashed pie off my face and delicately touched my nose, hoping it wasn’t broken.
“Since Hunter’s all dirty,” Josie told the crowd, waggling her eyebrows, “why don’t we get him all wet? Just as a reminder, the person who has the least donations in their name gets dunked in the tank! Yes, Remy, go ahead and dump some more ice in there, please. As a reminder, we do have a donation app.”
The leaderboards flashed above our heads as the donations were counted. Blade and Weston were watching carefully to make sure their tech worked properly.
I glanced up apprehensively. Surely, I wasn’t going into the water. These were very expensive shoes.
On the wooden dunk tank chair a few feet away from me, Meg was perched, swinging her feet, her sunglasses propped on her head.
“And Hunter is leading,” Josie said into the microphone. “You have five more minutes to place your bets. Oh, it looks like Meg is jumping up!”
I glared at my brothers.You better bid, I mouthed at them.
“Hunter is still ahead, but Meg is catching up. Last chance to make your bids… twenty seconds. Meg is catching up!”
Crap! She could beat me!
“And… time!” Josie called.
Meg turned around to look at the board. Her tits strained against her shirt enticingly.
“And it looks like we have a tie!” Josie announced.
“You should have come to the meeting!” Remy yelled up at me as he cut the rope with an ax.
I plunged down into the icy water and pushed off the bottom, coming up sputtering to the cheers of the crowd.
“What an event! Thank you everyone for your donations!” Josie said. “We have a local band playing and of course beer and all the fried things you could ever want, so let’s party.”
Remy dragged me out of the tank.
“You did that on purpose!”
“I was trying to make you lose completely, but I guess the bets weren’t timed all that well.”
Meg’s sister handed her a bag after she crawled out of the tank.
“You might want to go into city hall and change,” she told her.
Meg hugged her bag to her chest.
“My shoes are ruined,” I complained.
Remy grinned. “We told you to wear something water worthy.”
Meg walked next to me in silence across the street to city hall. Her clothes were plastered to her skin. The thin shorts clung to her, and I could make out the outline of her panties. The thin cotton of her shirt clung to her pebble-hard nipples; I wanted to put them in my mouth, roll them with my tongue.
“We should probably go the back way,” Meg said, “so we don’t drip water all over the marble in the atrium.”
