The fun fair was always a big deal when it came to town. It only came twice a year, spring and autumn but the whole town liked to take part when it arrived. The stalls always varied, but there were always the typical things you'd find anywhere hook a duck, the dunk tank, the tilt a whirl, as well as a mixture local shops selling their wares as part of the seasonal market and there was always room for enterprising people to set up something a little different knowing that there'd be a lot of eyes on them over the weekend.

Katherine had a friend who was such an enterprising person and she was quite looking forward to seeing what they came up with, she knew it was a charitable stall and that they'd been putting all their efforts into putting it together in the week leading up to the fair. However that unfortunately all she knew, as she'd been preoccupied preparing her own plans she had a date. She'd been interacting with this person online for some time and this would be the first time they were meeting in person. He lived nearby and knew what an event this usually was.

She had agonised and gone back and forth over outfits, planned out the route they might take through the market and stalls, had booked an appointment with her stylist the day before to touch up her hair, nails etc. But then it happened, her friend fell ill and wouldn't be able to look after her stall and through persuasion, the type of guilt trip only a best friend could get away with as well as a good dose of bribery Katherine agreed to be look after the stall on the opening night of the fair.

Unfortunately she hadn't been given any details of what she was expected to do, other than the general attract customers to the stall and get them to open their wallets and donate to the charity. So needless to say she was surprised when she showed up a little before the gates were opened and found out what she had volunteered (been guilted into) doing. There was a set of stocks she was expected to place her head and arms through and the big sign read "Gunge the Girl" and next to that was a price list £1 for a thrown pie, £2 to step closer, £10 for a bucket of gunge (which varied looking at the assorted buckets from the stuff you'd see on TV to porridge, custard, mushy peas) and for £5 "bring your own mess".

Once the initial shock had died down a little and she was able to close her mouth again, Katherine quickly ran through her head how she might get out of this but with only 30 minutes before the crowds began to enter she quickly realised there was nothing she could do, she was stuck and had no way to find someone to take her place and even if she had more time, who did she know that would volunteer for this? She began to regret not cancelling the date. She had hoped that it would only take a little effort to run the store and she could still have a fun date as she had her hopefully boyfriend stood around, chatted only pausing for the occasional customer. She had still worn her chosen outfit as well, a nice revealing red dress, a choker, as well as some stockings and heels.

She had some help , a few people who would stop by and top up supplies should the stall prove as popular as they suspected but sadly neither wanted to take her place in the stocks. So as opening time approached, she sent off an apology message to her date, vaguely mentioning she had to run a stall so wouldn't be free if he wanted to cancel, put her head and arms through the openings of the stocks and felt herself being locked in and prepared to get the messing of a lifetime

Butterflies and nerves were taking over poor Katherine now, the gates had been opened and she could see some people heading in her direction. How had she ended up here? All the efforts she'd put into her outfit, make-up and appearance were apparently going to be for nothing, 5 minutes from now they could all be covered in a mixture of cream, custard, blueberry pie filling, gunge and who knows what else.

She also had no idea what everything was going to feel like. Like everyone else she'd seen the occasional pie in the face or light messing on TV but she'd never considered the possibility it might happen to her never mind in front of the entire town for a couple of hours. There'd be no fake smile, quickly shrink away to get cleaned up here, she was going to have to be in for the long haul and she just hoped no one she knew was going to show up and rub it in, literally and figuratively.

All too soon her first customer was here, a guy in his early 20's, nothing specific she could tell about him and thankfully it wasn't anyone she knew or even recognised, but they had paid for 3 pies and she found herself just hoping his aim was bad. In that respect, unfortunately, she was right. The first pie splattered harmlessly a foot or so away from her with only a faint amount of cream grazing her knuckles. The second wasn't much better, flying harmlessly over her. The third came close, splatting midway between her right hand and face, so a bit of the splatter caught her on the forehead and hair, which was bad enough for Katherine, the slow ruin of her hair had begun.

The guy throwing though was not at all happy with his performance and quickly handed over the money for another pie and the ability to step right up. Katherine had been too concerned with what had just happened to notice this until he was right in front of her, holding the pie so close to her face she could actually smell the sugar in the cream.

"Well I think you got off lightly there, but that's quite a donation to the charity so I think you should ask me nicely for this final pie, don't you?" he asked her, the first time she had heard him speak. With a shake to her voice and an audible gulp, Katherine thought she had no choice so she replied "o-o-okay p-p-lea-se give m-me that p-pie" and immediately scrunched up her face anticipating the impact.

"No, no, that's no good, I want you to really convince me you want it" he taunted her , swiping the pie ever closer towards and then away from her face, getting a bit too close at one point leaving a dash of cream on her nose causing a cute little yelp from her. "Please pie m..mph" was all she managed on her second attempt as he drove the pie home mid sentence. She had no chance to close her eyes or mouth taken completely by surprise, cream, splattering all over her before, wanting to deliver a little added humiliation, he rubbed the pie all over her face before swiping up letting the remainder coat her carefully styled blonde hair.

The guy smirked and left, leaving the plate on the table and having done a decent job at attracting a crowd of more customers so there was now a queue beginning to form.

For Katherine on the other hand, her world had disappeared to white, she'd never felt anything quite like it before. It was cold, it was slimy, it smelled...weird, it tickled and was now beginning to drip a little in the springtime heat, bits from her hair now dripping down her face. Worst of all, all her hands could do was twitch impotently in the stocks so she couldn't clear her face, and could only just about blink her eyes clear as the next customer was already approaching, this time a bucket in their hand

This time a little fear and apprehension was clear to see on Katherine's face as Morgan, her supervisor at work, approached with a bucket of red coloured gunge. "H-hi Morgan" Katherine said, reluctantly starting a conversation.

"How nice to see you here Katherine, I had no idea you were here working, ESPECIALLY on this type of stall, I'm just going to have to send out a group message everyone at work I'm sure would just LOVE to drop by and show their support" Morgan replied as she sloshed the bucket about teasingly, debating exactly how to distribute it over the prone form of her colleague.

The dread Katherine had been feeling for the past half hour suddenly multiplied as she realised this wouldn't just end today, if what Morgan said was true and even a fraction of her colleagues showed then this little performance of hers, whether voluntary or not was going to be the talk of the office for the next while. The best she could hope for is that it didn't lead to any nicknames or ongoing pranks Jerry couldn't find out about this for sure. It was as this thought went through her mind that the gunge started flowing over her head.

Morgan decided to just do the traditional thing, upturn the bucket and let the gunge just flow, doming off Katherine's head Morgan didn't entirely escape clean herself, suffering a little splashback. With most of the gunge gone she poured the rest over the back of Katherine's dress, before completing the circle she was walking around her, giving her a gentle spank and reminding her she'd see her at work on monday, before snapping a quick photo, to be used for the group message alert to all her coworkers Katherine was sure. Just great.

While business wasn't exactly slow, it wasn't fast either. Over the next 20 minutes or so she received a few pies, 2 in particular from someone who had great aim. The next time there was a lull, one of the people helping out at the stall started warning Katherine.

"Come on, you need to be selling this experience, we're raising money for charity here and I've barely heard a peep from you. You made all the effort into getting dressed up to make a nice target for these people and yet you've barely said a thing to tempt them. We want them to want to see you messy, we want you to try and tempt them to not just throw a pie but to pay the extra to smush it directly in your face. Start flirting, you know guy's love to see a helpless damsel, let them know how much you appreciate it as they pour the custard over your face, how much your grateful they're supporting the charity, but would they be willing to give you a pie sandwich instead of just a straight pie?"

Katherine's mind started racing, it was bad enough to me the target for all this mess she still had so much time to go, but now she was expected to pretend she was enjoying it, to upsell people to make her even messier? Oh god, she was going to kill her friend for getting her into this.

"Okay Katherine, come on, let's see if you can begin with this guy here" the assistant gestured at the guy who was now walking up.

"Oh no, not now, anyone but him" it appeared the next potential customer, the one she was now going to try and tempt to make a complete mess of her was the last guy she wanted to let see her like this, the person she was supposed to be happily walking around this fair and seasonal market with, her date...

He smiled as he approached the booth, currently absent of any other customers. "So this is where you've been hiding. When you said you had to help out at a booth I figured you would've been at the cat cafe or something similar but to see you here, like this.." he trailed off taking in her current state. Cream, custard, chocolate, a couple of shades of gunge splattering her hair and face, but her blue eyes were thankfully cleaned the one concession the helpers allowed. Her dress showed signs of the mess as well, with some having been poured both over and under it, and her expression was hard to read with so many emotions currently running through her.

"Do you need a hand? I mean I was thinking of getting of splashing out on a nice meal for us tonight, but you seem to be set for food so I have a little money to spare. Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

Oh god, thought Katherine, how could he ask that, how should, could she react? She was also supposed to start upselling her customers, encourage them to want to spend more. "Erm, well.." she uttered, desperately trying to buy some time to think. As she did he slowly walked around her as if he was inspecting her, running a hand through her hair, stroking her back before going over to the tables and inspecting what he might possibly use.

"well you could always cream my face" Katherine uttered before immediately blushing "erm, I mean, oh god I mean you could pie me , step right up and just er p-place it in my face, it'll make sure I get messy instead of risking missing with a throw.."

"I suppose I could do that.." he said, the lack of interest clear in his voice.

"How about a bucket? Y-you could pick a nice colour and decide where to pour it. Down my dress hasn't been done much yet..o-or over my head, th-that's been popular so far." as she continued suggesting things confidence began to return to her voice "or you could select a few pies and sandwich my head and give me a hat to wear" she was now looking, as much as she could, in his direction, hopeful for his approval, wanting to say something that caught his interest.

"hmm, some good ideas, I think you've sold me" and he walked over to the assistant and handed her £30, selecting 4 buckets and 5 walk-up pies. He slowly placed the buckets in front of her having selected chocolate and vanilla pudding, as well as purple and blue gunge, taking more pleasure than he might've thought when he saw her gulp in nervous anticipation. "right, shall we begin?"

He began with the chocolate pudding, a personal favourite of his especially for blondes. He began at her head, gently pouring it over her hair and face. It wasn't poured fast enough for it to dome, just slowly cover, as it trailed down her face and drip on to the floor. He then proceeded to walk behind her, and with one hand pulled out the back of her dress. He noted the apparent lack of bra, an interesting choice, and poured the rest down her back enjoying the shiver it illicted.

"Enjoying it so far?" he asked, not really expecting an answer as he let the dress snap back and gently rubbed her back, and the pudding into her skin.

"Well, its not as bad as I was first expecting" she responded. "if its warm it almost feels nice.."

"Well that could certainly make future dinner plans more interesting" he teased as he picked up the next bucket, the vanilla pudding. She didn't have a chance to respond as he threw the bucket at her, some of it splashing her right in the face, the rest landing somewhere between her cleavage and some limply just hitting the ground. He then returned to behind her, lightly spanking her as he did. He then pulled out the back of her stockings, first one then pouring, then the other. He took his time running his hands over her legs.

He then removed her heels, again first one, filling them as much as the design allowed, before forcing her foot back into the shoe. This led to some very interesting sounds, surprise with a touch of he didn't quite know what he thought, as the intimacy of what he was doing dawned on him and he quickly felt self conscious about doing such things in public, but thankfully people weren't paying too much attention to what he was doing, just Katherine's increasingly interesting reactions.

With the buckets of gunge he was more traditional, splashing a little in her face, pouring a majority of it just over her head, before trailing the rest over and under her dress as he continued walking circles around her he liked the idea she couldn't see what he was doing, or better yet anticipate what was about to happen to her.

"did you enjoy the gunge?" he asked, attempting to get a conversation going again as if this was just a natural activity to be doing on their first date

"well, it was still a little warm so like I said, that kinda feels nice..erm, I liked when you were stroking me and.." she was blushing enough now that it was even visible under the mess "I like when you were playing with my hair" that was something he would have to make a mental note of.

"now for the pies, any suggestions?"

"well you could....pie me in the ffmph" she replied as he took her up on the half offered suggestion and just smashed her with the first pie, not harmfully so, but not exactly gentle either as the pie tin and broken pastry slipped off her face.

"well that wasn't very nice you know" she stuck her tongue out at him.

"are you getting hungry yet?" he asked

"maybe a little...why?" she asked thinking she might know where this was going

"just thought I could get you a sandwich" he replied as he gave her a pie one before he used the 4th to give her a nice pie hat, using his hand to rub and smush them in as much as he could not wanting to the fillings to go to waste of course.

The back and forth was finally beginning to attract more of an audience, as this lengthy messing had continued there were now more than a couple of customers waiting their own turn, with some even having apparently made a quick trip to the shops for their own supplies.

"any last words?" he asked as he moved the final pie he'd bought in his hands, subtly gesturing the gathering crowd she now had watching.

"give it to me" she defiantly replied trying to make a show of it "make a mess of me, I deserve it, just ram it in my mmpph" as once more she was cut off by a final pie to the face. He leaned in after and whispered so only she could hear "good girl, nice performance I think you've got them now. I think I'll hang around for a bit and keep you company..plus, I kinda like seeing you like this" he uncharacteristically shyly admitted, before taking a step back and letting the next customer begin their turn.