Kenzie's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and she and Sam were planning a winter escape to the Caribbean, their first vacation together, scheduled to take place about a month later. They'd been watching nothing but tropical themed movies for a couple weeks, looking for inspirations for their upcoming journey.

Tonight they were watching Cocktail starring Tom Cruise, and they were both enjoying the simple escapism and fairly decent acting for such a mediocre movie. Somewhere around halfway through the movie Tom Cruise's character is trying to reconnect with the leading lady, played by Elizebeth Shue, and he tracks her down at a Manhattan restaurant where she works. She wants nothing to do with him and makes her point by dumping the daily specials in his lap and squirting ketchup all over him.

Kenzie laughed at the scene and paused the playback, "Can you even imagine?"

"Of course, I can, and so can you!" Sam replied, "I've seen you get way messier than that before! Need I remind you about our first trip to The Beckery?"

"I guess so," Kenzie said, "but that wasn't in front of people. Becky even locked the door so no one would accidentally interrupt what was happening."

"Yeah, that's true... But what about at Woody's when you got slimed? That was without a doubt in front of a bunch people. And I got the impression that wasn't the first time something like that had happened to you."

Kenzie thought for a minute before saying, "You're right, but that was different too. It was part of the contest and everyone that was there knew there would be a punishment for someone. We all signed up for it - it was voluntary."

"I guess I can see your point, it just took me by surprise coming from you. I mean, you even warned me that kind of thing happened to you more often than you'd think possible."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Kenzie said. "That scene just surprised me. When we were at the Beckery, I knew you were there with me, and that I had a way to get home and someone to stand by me. Can you imagine that happening in the city where you had to somehow get home all messed up where everyone could see you and laugh at you?"

"Before I met you, I never imagined anything like that would ever happen in real life," Sam informed her.

"Point taken." Kenzie replied and started the movie again. A minute later she lowered the volume but left the movie playing and said, "You want to know something? I thought it was really fun getting all messy that time with Becky. My favorite part of it was when she was stuffing things down my pants. It was kind of childish like letting go of my inhibitions but with a kinky adult twist to it at the same time. I know this makes me sound crazy, and I'm really not sure why I liked it so much. I've been in food fights before, but that time it was different. Maybe because I wasn't trying to stop her. Maybe because my, umm, private spots were being invaded. In the past I've always been fighting back and giving at least as good as I've gotten, but that time I just had to take it. It was kind of, I don't know, exciting to just stand there and play the victim." She paused for a minute or two and then continued, "But it was still different than in the movie. It was a choice that I made. I even thought that something like that might happen when you and I were talking on the sidewalk and I still chose to go in. I mean, I knew Becky was holding a grudge, and I'm not stupid - it is a bakery after all. I even egged her on to a certain extent."

"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean," Sam said. "So if it was fun and exciting at The Beckery, would it be more fun or less fun if it was like in the movie, completely unexpected and out of the blue?"

"That's what I mean! Even like when I go over to my sister's house. I know that I'm going to get thrown in the pool, so I never wear a light shirt with skimpy underwear. I even have a hoodie stashed in the trunk of your car in case we wind up going over there on the spur of the moment and I'm dressed in something that would be too revealing after getting all wet."

"It sounds like there's a line there somewhere. You don't wear a swimsuit under your clothes because that would ruin the fun, but dressing too revealing would be over that line the other way. So what I'm hearing is that you're not really opposed to all this crazy stuff, you even think that it's fun that it keeps happening to you, as long as you're still basically in control."

"Exactly!" Kenzie exclaimed. "And maybe even just a little more than fun. Maybe even a little bit sexy. But the movie made me think about what it would be like if it was none of those things. Totally unexpected. I have no idea how I would react, which is what makes it fun to see on TV. I guess it's a good thing that stuff like that doesn't happen in real life."

Sam wasn't so sure about things like that not happening in real life as he recalled some of the misadventures they'd shared with Kenzie's friend Riley, but he kept that thought to himself as he agreed with her. "Yep, good thing," he finally said, but a plan was starting to form in his mind.

* * *
Two Fridays later it was Kenzie's birthday, and Sam picked her up from her job at the bank. It had been one of the bank's casual Fridays, and Kenzie was wearing a nice pair of jeans with a yellow button down blouse under a white V-neck sweater vest with the bank's logo embroidered over her left breast. Her yellow shirt sleeves were partially rolled up to her forearms, and instead of her usual Keds she wore a pair of penny loafers.

"Happy birthday!" Sam called to her from the parking lot as Kenzie exited the bank along with her coworkers about half an hour after closing time. Most of the bank employees quickly got in their cars and headed out, but Lindsay, who had recently been promoted to branch manager and had gotten Kenzie her job, hung back to send a few birthday wishes Kenzie's way. Linsay's partner was Annie, whom Sam and Kenzie had met on their first date, and the four of them had become friends.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of the rest of the crew, but we're meeting Annie over at this new dinner theatre place. We've got a special birthday dinner planned for you!" Lindsay was grinning like she was getting away with something, but Kenzie just figured it was because they weren't technically supposed to be hanging out, since Lindsay was her boss.

"Sounds like fun," Kenzie said as the two young ladies climbed into Sam's old convertible and the three of them drove the short distance to the dinner theatre.

They saw Annie as soon as they entered the relatively small restaurant. It looked like there were about a dozen tables spaced through the open dining room, and a small stage held pride of place directly across from the entrance. Annie was already seated at one of the tables next to the stage and she waved them over. Everyone exchanged greetings and Happy Birthdays and settled in to look at the menus, which sported the establishment's name, Jerry's, on the cover. "Jerry's Dinner Theatre?" Kenzie chuckled. "Well, I'm game if the rest of you are."

Just then a server with a nametag reading "Jordan" came over and took their drink orders. She was funny and efficient, joking with everyone, but mumbled something under her breath after taking Kenzie's order. "What was that about?" Kenzie leaned over and asked Annie. "And did she call me Brian?"

"What are you talking about, girl!? I didn't notice anything," Annie replied, laughing. "But we're all going to call you Brian for the rest of the night now!" The drinks arrived a minute later and Annie raised her glass, "Here's to the birthday girl! She's funny and gorgeous and smart! Here's to you, Brian!"

They all laughed at the toast and enjoyed each other's company over a couple of drinks, including a few shots for the birthday girl, but quieted down as they saw their server Jordan take the stage. "Someone here is celebrating a birthday with us tonight," she began.

Annie, Sam and Lindsay all whooped and cheered and pointed at Kenzie and chanted, "Brian! Brian!"

"Come on up here Brian!" Jordan called from the stage, which was only a few steps from the table, and Kenzie's friends pushed her out of her chair toward where Jordan was gesturing her over.

Kenzie, always happy to be the center of attention, stepped onto the stage with a big smile and said, loud enough for the whole room to hear, "Hi. Thanks, but my name isn't actually Brian."

"Okay, Brian," Jordan said. "Thanks for volunteering to help with tonight's show. If you'd step right back here"

Kenzie was getting tired of the whole Brian thing, but she was a good sport, and also pleasantly buzzed, so she played along. She followed Jordan the entire two steps that it took to reach the back of the stage, where a white wall with two small things that Kenzie didn't recognize attached to it waited. Kenzie started to say that she'd never actually volunteered, but Jordan cut her off.

"Now what Brian here doesn't seem to remember," Jordan said as she took one of Kenzie's arms and secured her wrist to the wall with one of the two things that turned out to be Velcro straps mounted at about shoulder height, "is that we dated a little while ago, when I was on vacation down in Kokomo."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Kenzie asked Jordan, but by this time her other wrist had also been secured to the stage wall. She tried to free her arms but was surprised at how securely the Velcro straps held her. There was a little wiggle room, but not much. "And for the last time, my name isn't Brian!"

The audience chuckled softly at Kenzie's predicament, her three friends laughing the most.

"You didn't know that I saw you leave the bar with that other girl, did you, Brian?" Jordan asked Kenzie, then refocused her attention to the audience, "And now Brian has the audacity to come here, to the restaurant where I work in midtown Manhattan, as if my life has been on hold this whole time. Well, it's time to settle the score, Brian!"

When Jordan mentioned Kokomo and then Manhattan, it was as if a light bulb went off over Kenzie's head. She looked out into the audience at Sam, "You set this up, didn't you? You set me up for my birthday! A restaurant in Manhattan!? Even her name: Jordan. That's a nice touch. And I'm Brian and this is supposed to be the scene where oh no!" Kenzie was struggling against the Velcro straps that held her wrists in place. "But I figured it out! You can undo these straps now, I figured it out!"

"Sorry, Brian," Sam called back to her. "You shouldn't have cheated on the lady. I think she might want some payback." Kenzie's friends laughed again, this time with more of the crowd joining in.

Right on cue, "Jordan" reappeared on stage, wheeling a food cart before her. "So, Brian, I brought you the sangria that you ordered," and before Kenzie could do anything but close her eyes, Jordan took the large wine glass by its stem and slowly poured the contents right over Kenzie's head! The audience audibly gasped as the dark red liquid flowed over Kenzie's head, through her curled blonde hair, and dribbled from her face, staining her yellow shirt collar and white sweater. The sweater was more absorbent than it looked, and even though a good portion of it turned the crimson color of the drink, it nicely contained almost all of the dripping liquid.

Kenzie shivered, then licked her lips and blinked a few times before she could keep her eyes open. "I don't remember that from the movie, but okay. At least it tastes good." She'd figured out what the game was, and it really wasn't going to be that bad. She'd certainly been messier in public than having two dinners and some ketchup thrown at her, and she had a long history with birthday pranks, usually on the giving side, so why not play along? "I bet you're going to show me tonight's specials next, right? Well, get on with it if you must, just don't forget the ketchup, we want to do things right, after all."

"I don't know about all that, but I did bring the specials." And Jordan reached over to the cart, grabbed a plate that was overflowing with something red, and plopped it right into the center Kenzie's chest, further staining the once white sweater vest. "We have a choice of meatloaf marinara," she twisted the plate around a few times, letting the red sauce soak into Kenzie's sweater then drip down her jeans onto her shoes. "Or the chicken ala king" Next was a bowl instead of a plate, and it went directly over Kenzie's head, with most of the thick white sauce based entrée staying in her hair, which unfortunately she'd curled just for today. To finish things off, Jordan followed Kenzie's instructions and took a large squeeze bottle of ketchup from the cart and sprayed Kenzie from her head all the way down both of her denim clad legs. The audience had started out shocked, but began to laugh when the chicken ala king went over Kenzie's head, and finally descended into fits of laughter as the ketchup was applied.

Kenzie tried to stay defiant, but she couldn't help but let out a little "Ugh." As the smells from the mess reached her nose. "Wow, thank goodness that's over!" she let out a deep breath and sort of sagged in the Velcro straps still firmly holding her in place. She saw Lindsay step onto the stage and smiled, assuming she was there to release her, but was surprised to hear Jordan speak up again.

"You!" Jordan turned to Lindsay. "You're that hussy that I saw Brian leave the bar with that night!"

Lindsay turned to the audience and said, "Yes I am. But I'm also Brian's boss, and just in case anyone's taking pictures tonight, we can't have our logo showing up." She reached over to Jordan's cart and grabbed a large pair of scissors, then turned to Kenzie and expertly cut her goopy sweater vest right down the center line from the waist to the bottom of the deep V-neck opening. Two more quick snips and the shoulders were cut free, allowing Lindsay to grab the sweater vest from behind and yank it right off Kenzie, who was so shocked that she froze in place with her mouth hanging open, no words coming out.

Kenzie's shirt was amazingly free of mess; the sweater vest had protected most of her outfit from the onslaught of food and wine. Her collar was stained red and there was definitely a greasy smear across her chest where the meatloaf had been rubbed in, but as she looked down, Kenzie realized that it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. There were streaks of ketchup on her pants and sleeves to be sure, but all in all, she'd come through the gunging in decent shape.

She finally found her voice again and exhaled in relief, "I really am glad that's over!" But for some reason Lindsay wasn't undoing the Velcro. She was actually returning to their table and leaving Kenzie secured to the stage.

"Well, you're half right," Jordan said, "That's it for today's specials. But lucky for you, your friends ordered ahead for you."

"What?! Nobody ordered anything for anyone in the damn movie!" The crowd laughed again.

"Brian, I really don't know what this movie is that you keep talking about. What I do know is that I have your order right here." She took out a slip of paper. "And it says here that you're starting with our signature Salad Under Glass. Oh wait, I read that wrong, it actually says Salad in Your Pants."

"Oh, no!" Kenzie cried, bits of chicken ala king splattering around as she shook her head back and forth. "No no no!"

"Oh yes yes yes Brian!" Jordan said as she reached over and unbuckled Kenzie's belt and whisked it through the loops and off of her in one swift motion. She then yanked on the waistband to Kenzie's jeans and started stuffing handful after handful of crisp greens down inside. "Hey, these are stretchy jeans! Now that's going to come in handy!" She followed the greens with handfuls of sliced cumbers and diced tomatoes, even reaching around and stuffing a healthy amount of shredded cheese and diced hard boiled eggs down the back.

Kenzie squirmed as the juicier items were shoved into her jeans but did her best to keep what was left of her dignity.

"Your friends weren't sure what kind of dressing you'd like, so I brought a selection."

"You don't need a selection," Kenzie let out. "as a matter of fact, I take my salad dry, thank you. No dressing today." The audience laughed.

But Jordan wouldn't have any of it. "Sorry, Brian, but we make our dressings in house and you just have to try them! Here, start with the ranch, it's my favorite." She upended a plastic quart sized container with a long neck into the waistband of Kenzie's jeans, letting the thick ranch dressing slowly make its way down inside. She'd shoved the container deep enough into Kenzie's jeans for it to stay there and continue to empty as she turned back to the cart. Kenzie's jeans were not only bulging with vegetables around her crotch and butt but were also turning a darker shade of blue as the tomatoes and especially the ranch soaked into them as it slowly continued its journey downward.

At first it just felt a little strange to have a stranger with her hands reaching into her pants, and the leafy iceberg and spinach greens weren't all that bad by themselves. The cucumbers as well, weird, but not too uncomfortable. The diced tomatoes, however, that really felt strange as the wet slimy coldness hit her in her private areas. The ranch, though! The ranch trickled out of the container so slowly that she didn't feel anything at first, but when it started to drizzle into her jeans in larger quantities, oh my! Kenzie twisted and yelped as she felt the dressing make its way from her crotch down the inside of her left thigh. The audience, which had started the show with mutterings and gasps, continued to find the proceedings funnier and funnier. They mostly assumed that Kenzie was one of the performers, and this whole scene was their entertainment for the evening.

Kenzie's squirming only seemed to spur Jordan on. "While we let that ranch do its thing, let's add some other choices, shall we? Here's some Bleu Cheese and some French for you to try." The two new dressing were quickly upended into Kenzie's jeans, the Bleu Cheese pouring in even slower than the ranch, but the French container emptied quickly, flowing down the inside of the right leg of Kenzie's jeans, leaving the denim a dark red color as it made its way all the way down and out the leg hole of the jeans, to cover Kenzie's right shoe. "And finally, some vinegarette." Jordan reached around to the back of Kenzie's still restrained body and pulled the jeans waistband away from her butt before dumping the entire oily contents of the bottle down inside.

This time Kenzie did let out a yelp as the slimy dressing immediately covered her butt and seeped into the back of her panties. "Eww, yuck!" She squirmed and twisted enough that her friends could see the oily vinegarette dressing instantly soaking into the denim and turning the back of her jeans shiny and dark.

"Yuck!? How dare you?" Jordan exclaimed, "I bet you won't say that about your entrée, Saucy Tuna Casserole!" Jordan took what looked like a family sized serving dish from the cart and slowly dumped the entire contents over Kenzie's head, taking care to let plenty drop onto her target's shoulders, face and chest. The casserole plopped onto Kenzie's head, mixing with the chicken ala king, and thoroughly coating and sticking to her hair before sliding down her face. Sauce and tuna and chicken and pasta stuck to Kenzie's yellow shirt, but she had all but the top button fastened, so even though her clothes were getting gooier and gooier, very little had seeped down inside. Jordan noticed this and stepped in front of Kenzie, reached up and unfastened the next two buttons of her shirt leaving it hanging open down to her boobs.

"Oh, you're wearing a tank top under there!" Jordan exclaimed, looking at Kenzie's chest. "What a great place to serve our famous side dishes! Your friends thought you'd enjoy mac and cheese, but first, let's get rid of these." Jordan pulled the now empty upside down dressing bottles from the waistband of Kenzie's jeans, where they'd been slowly draining all this time, then she pulled the neck of Kenzie's white tank top away from her chest and tipped a large bowlful of extra runny mac and cheese down inside.

Kenzie had long since given in to her fate, and was now trying to hold onto her dignity by staying expressionless, but the gooey mac and cheese dribbling down between her boobs and collecting in her bra just about broke her. A small look of exasperation showed on her face as most of the yellowy stuff settled at tummy level, held in place by the tank top and oxford shirts still tucked into her jeans. The exasperated look grew as she saw what Jordan held the next time she turned back from her cart. "Oh, come on! Baked beans? Isn't that kind of a cliché?"

"Hey, I didn't order it for you, they did," Jordan told her, pointing at Kenzie's friends. Then she quickly grabbed the front of Kenzie's tank top once again and tipped the bowl of beans inside to join the mac and cheese. The brown sauce from the beans nixed with the yellow cheese and made quite a bulge around Kenzie's waist, just above her jeans. Kenzie looked down at the bulge and saw the bottom of her shirt beginning to turn brown as the goop soaked through. Jordan saw this as well, and squished the gross mixture all the way around Kenzie's waistline until it was evenly distributed.

"I can't really see what I'm doing here," Jordan said to herself, then took hold of Kenzie's shirt again and with one great tug, ripped it open completely down the front, sending buttons flying. She pulled the front of the Oxford shirt out of Kenzie's jeans, exposing all of the once white tank top underneath. The thin cotton of the tank top did nothing to hide the mac and cheese and the baked beans still trapped at Kenzie's waist, and Jordan tentatively poked at the bulge a couple of times.

Kenzie was starting to get into what was happening to her, and she surprised everyone, even herself, as she called out loud enough for the whole room to hear, "Hey Jordan, instead of playing around with that stuff, do me a favor and smoosh it all down into my pants, would ya?"

The crowd laughed, and Jordan gave a quizzical look and a shrug before tugging at the waist of Kenzie's already goopy Wranglers and pushing the mess down inside. "Mmmm," Kenzie let out as the combination of side dishes was pushed into her jeans, a fair amount of it also working its way into her panties. She couldn't help but twist back and forth, but the Velcro still held her arms tight. She obviously wasn't making any progress fighting her fate, so she decided to change tacks. "Okay, Jordan, did any of my friends happen to order some water for me?"

"Actually, there's a whole pitcher right here!" Jordan exclaimed, happily retrieving a pitcher from her cart and beginning to pour the contents over Kenzie's head.

"That's not water," Kenzie cried, "it's vegetable oil!" as Jordan emptied the pitcher over her head. Kenzie's hair and face were washed mostly clean of the tuna casserole, but her hair was now plastered to her head and clumped together in strands as she squeezed her eyes closed and made little "pfft" sounds as she tried to clear the oil from her mouth without the use of her hands.

"Wow, Brian, you're right, it sure is oil. I wonder if these other ones are the same" and she took another pitcher and emptied it over Kenzie's outstretched left arm, starting at her hand and working her way up the arm, across Kenzie's chest, then covering the other arm. "Yep, sure looks like more oil."

She then proceeded to grab a third pitcher and soak Kenzie's Oxford shirt which was hanging completely open, before pouring the rest over the now fully exposed white tank top underneath. The vegetable oil left nothing to the imagination, as both of her shirts suddenly turned transparent, leaving Kenzie's bra completely visible, along with a good amount of baked beans and mac and cheese still clinging to her boobs and stomach. Jordan still had one last pitcher of oil left, and she masterfully poured it into Kenzie's jeans, starting in the front and working her way all the way around to the butt cheeks on both sides.

Kenzie's jeans immediately turned as dark and shiny as her shirts were transparent. The oil made everything slippery, not just the clothes that Kenzie wore, but also everything that had been stuffed inside them. As she continued to squirm, Kenzie became aware of not only the wet and squishy things inside her pants, but she could also feel what must be the greens and even the shredded cheese start to move around freely. She was surprised at how she could tell the difference between the foods that were squishing around inside her jeans and panties. A lot of the mess made its way out the bottom of Kenzie's pants, both filling and covering her shoes, but it felt like just as much stayed inside her jeans and panties, swirling around and over her lady parts.

Kenzie had gotten messy fully dressed before, also soaking wet, and even super sticky, or covered with paint on different occasions, but she'd never experienced anything like this slippery and slimy feeling. And in front of a room full of strangers, no less! It seemed like every time she made even the smallest movement, either her clothes or some stray piece of vegetable would caress her vagina. She also realized that her nipples were erect and extra sensitive to the cloth of her oil soaked cotton bra as it felt more like she was swimming around inside her clothes rather than actually wearing them. Despite her surroundings, Kenzie was really getting into the erotic jolts that her own body was sending her and had started to figure out how to make subtle movements that paid off in pure pleasure, but hopefully were small enough so that the audience wouldn't catch on. Suddenly she didn't so much care that a room full of strangers was laughing at her predicament, or that her friends had set her up. She cared about exactly two things: the orgasm she was quickly building toward, and that she really didn't want everyone to know she was going to have it.

Completely unaware of Kenzie's building sexual excitement, Jordan was finally running out of ammunition. "Well, it looks like I've had my revenge on Brian, here. But since this is a birthday, Brian's friends have one last presentation to make..."

Annie, Lindsay and Sam approached the stage carrying a huge white birthday cake that the staff had dropped off while Kenzie wasn't paying attention. "Oh, no!" Kenzie shrieked, completely for the benefit of the audience, because what she really felt was another jolt of excitement wash over her as she imagined the cake joining the rest of the mess already covering her. She no longer cared that her bra and most of her boobs were visible to a roomful of strangers, or that the rest of her clothes were hugging her like a second skin, or even that her hair and outfit were completely ruined; she wanted that cake!

Kenzie's three friends handed the cake to Jordan, and began singing "Happy Birthday," motioning for the crowd to join in. As the song finished, Annie and Lindsay fulfilled Kenzie's unspoken wish and scooped up great handfuls of cake, hesitating for the briefest of seconds to let the anticipation build, then plopped the cake onto opposite sides of Kenzie's head, rubbing it in so that it completely covered her cheeks and hair. Jordan waited patiently while they each grabbed second handfuls of the gooey white cake and icing and Lindsay continued massaging it over Kenzie's face and hair, while Annie dropped a big piece down her tank top, making sure plenty of it wound up inside Kenzie's bra as well as smeared over her boobs both inside and outside the white tank.

All of this, of course, had Kenzie getting more and more excited, and just when she thought she couldn't hold off her orgasm any longer, Lindsay finished rubbing the cake into Kenzie's hair and took a second to wipe most of the sweet mess from her friend's eyes. Kenzie squeezed her eyes shut, then blinked a couple of times before she could keep them open, but when she did, she saw Sam standing before her with a mischievous grin on his face. Immediately she knew she was busted, and that Sam could tell just how close she was to climaxing in front of everyone.

Sam didn't disappoint her. Smiling, he leaned close to her cake covered ear and whispered, "Looks like you managed to get your pants filled again."

Kenzie whispered back just as quietly, "I think you had more to do with that than I did, and I love you for it. And I bet there's still room for some cake in there"

That was all the prompting Sam needed. With a wink, he scooped up a large handful of cake and, reaching around behind Kenzie, pushed the entire piece not only down into her jeans, but also inside her panties, smushing a good sized portion into her butt crack, along with his pinkie finger. Kenzie screeched in what the audience took for disgust, but what Sam knew from experience was pure extasy. He then took the last of the cake, and using one hand to hold them open, dumped what remained of the white cake down into Kenzie's Wranglers and panties, this time making sure that his fingers rubbed all the right places, and even penetrated Kenzie's throbbing pussy for a few seconds before pulling his hand back out.

Kenzie had managed to stay quiet, but her entire body tensed as her orgasm rolled over her. She held her gaze to Sam's face and bit her lip as the extasy seemed to electrify her entire body, before collapsing and letting herself hang from the Velcro straps.

Kenzie's friends returned to their table as Jordan stepped into the spotlight again. "Let's have a big hand for the birthday girl: Kenzie, who played Brian tonight!" The crowd applauded enthusiastically as Jordan loosened the straps, finally freeing Kenzie. "Is there anything you'd like to say, Kenzie?"

"Don't ask about the specials." Kenzie quoted from the movie as she looked at the crowd while wiping cake and icing from her face and slicking her goopy hair back from her forehead. Then she added, "Actually, I'm starving, and all this food smells so good!" she gestured to her dripping clothes and body. "Would you mind if I returned to my friends and had some dinner?"

Jordan smiled, "If our timing is right yep. There's your dinner being delivered right now! You've earned it go and enjoy!" Kenzie wrapped what was left of her once yellow oxford around her oily chest, and, discovering that it no longer had any buttons attached to it, let it hang open and tied it at her waist. Then she gingerly walked the short distance back to her friends, both to avoid slipping and because her Wranglers were still bulging with various edible delights, before collapsing into her chair, her eyes going wide as the cake inside her panties forced its way into her sensitive spots as she sat down.

Kenzie looked at her friends and raised her glass, "Here's to the best birthday dinner ever!"