It was pretty late at night, but the party was still hopping. It was the last week of semester, and the senior send-off for the girls at the local sorority house was nearing it's end. It was always tradition that the seniors in the sorority would participate in a series of dares on the last week, with each girl getting a different one. They were always different; sometimes the dares were tame, sometimes they were more intense, and none of the girls ever knew what they were going to get. It was the last night of the week, and the last dare of the night; and it was looking to be a full house, with all the girls there, and even some boys from the frat house next door. Everyone was talking and partying, but they all hushed down when the house leader stepped into the kitchen.
"Alright, is everyone enjoying the party?" she asked.
Everyone clapped a bit, accompanied by some woots and hollers from the back.
"Good, that's what I like to hear. We just have one more dare to get through," she turned her attention to a very specific girl in the front row of the gathering, "and because Lexa decided she'd rather go last... she probably gets the worst one."
The girl she looked at rolled her eyes and smiled coyly. She stepped forward from the crowd. She was average height with raven dark hair. She wore a light blue crop top and a pair of black, wetlook leggings that were perfectly sculpted around her pert ass. Her sly smile and confident posture signaled one thing: she was prepared to do whatever she was dared to do without any hesitation.
"Alright, are you ready for this?" The leader asked her.
"Do your worst." Lexa replied.
"Good. Time to take a little walk outside."
The leader ushered Lexa out the door to the back yard with the audience trailing behind. The leader flipped a light switch and revealed a dingy carnival dunk tank. However, it didn't look like it was filled with water but, instead, thick, green slime about 3' deep.
"Welcome to the dare, Lexa," The leader says.
"A dunk tank?" Lexa inquires.
"Not just a regular old dunk tank, Vince and Chaz have spend all afternoon mixing and filling that tank with some thick, green slime."
"I see that," Lexa said, observing the opaque green ooze through the window in the front, "So what, I sit up there and have everyone at the party send me down?"
"Nah, one drop into that slop will be enough for me. Unless you want to get dunked by everyone here..."
"I'll pass." Several groans of disappointment follow her answer, particularly from the guys in the crowd.
"Well, go on, get up there."
Lexa stepped over to the tank and removed her shoes. She carefully climbed the short ladder and eased her way onto the seat, careful not to fall in the goop prematurely. Once she positioned herself, she swirled her toes in the little bit of slime they can touch from her seat. The sorority leader noticed and commented.
"How does it feel?"