Just a quick story for you today, plucked from the archives. As I seem to recall this was inspired by a local press article at the time about a hairdressing saloon which would gunge and then parade around the town the poor young lady about to leave on her last day. I can't recall how she was paraded, so we'll stick with a barrow for now. Read on

Samantha had worked at the same office for well over three years and decided that it was time for a change. Thoughts of her leaving day and well deserved break before starting her new job filled her mind. She was a pretty girl, standing about 5' 5" tall with a neatly cut long, blonde bob and large, appealing blue eyes. Although her face was rounded she was none the less attractive and always made the boys heads turn when she wore her favourite short skirts. On her leaving day Samantha was smartly dressed in a clingy white top which did nothing to hide her ample chest and lacy white bra beneath, a way-above the knee, wrap-around lime green skirt and matching jacket. Her lovely long tanned legs were set off rather nicely by a stylish pair of black, high heeled court shoes. Much to Samantha's disgust she had heard rumours about what happened when people left the company. Apparently one girl had a bucket of custard tipped over her and another had been assaulted with a rather large cheesecake! The thought of this made poor Samantha quiver all over with anticipation and a little excitement.

Come late afternoon everyone in the office had gathered around Samantha's desk in order to give her a really big send off. After all she was a very popular girl. However, her boss, an attractive 50-something lady called Amanda, asked if everyone would like to step outside the building to watch her receive her leaving present. Poor Samantha feared the worst...

It was a warm summer's day outside so she felt rather comfortable just standing their in the cool breeze. Her worse fears, however, were confirmed when Sophie, one of the secretaries, walked from the building carrying what looked like a huge white cake. It must have been heavy as the poor little redhead was having a real struggle lifting it. As Sophie approached Samantha became aware of the fact that it was not a baked cake, but instead layer upon layer of thick, oozy, white buttercream icing. Samantha shivered with anticipation of what might happen to her. The cardboard plate that the huge cake sat upon must have been about 10 inches in diameter and maybe topped with cream filling a foot deep. Suddenly Amanda spoke...

"Well we'd all like to thank you for all of the effort you have put in over the last three years Samantha, as as a token of our gratitude we love to present you with this beautiful cake"

Much to her amazement Samantha was simply handed the plate containing the pile of fluffy white cream by Sophie.

"Why don't you have a carefully look at it", quipped Amanda.

With that Samantha peered right in close to the surface of the pie. In tiny letter the following words were etched in icing.

"Ha! Ha! Got you!"

Without any warning Sam felt a hand raise the cake's base and before she could even screw up her little, cute nose the thick, creamy mess made contact with her face. Due to the depth of the cake it felt like an eternity before the thick cream stopped squeezing all over her face and hair.

"Emmmmruph....."

She gasped as the sweet, sticky filling mashed and oozed all over her pretty face and shuddered as a huge lump of soft cream broke away from the mass of goo covering her face and plopped silently over her chest and deep womanly cleavage.

Just for good measure both Amanda and Sophie, who were both giggling began to rub and massage the creamy goo, first all around Samantha's face and then over her pretty blonde locks. By the time the dish had lost it's adhesion pretty Samantha's head was nothing more than a creamy blob of fluffy, white sweet filling. Very softly and femininely she raised her fingers to her face and gently wiped the cream from her big, doleful blue eyes and peered through the layers of slop. All she could see was a lot of blurred colleagues laughing at her. Poor Samantha turned bright red, but this was not really evident beneath her white creamy face pack. She felt humiliated but at the same time strangely excited. However, the fun was far from over...

It just so happened that the company she was leaving made cosmetics and soap. One bright spark in the warehouse struck upon the idea of using one of the huge plastic container to gunge her with! But, with what? Eventually it was decided that the container was to be filled with 5 gallons of very thick, green shampoo! After the vessel was filled it was placed next to the slightly weary looking Samantha. Amanda piped up again.

"Sorry about that Samantha, what say we give you a nice hair wash to get all of that cake out?"

Samantha screamed with shock as suddenly a huge bucket of freezing water was hurled mercilessly at her. It managed to drench her tight top and skirt, but did little to clean her cream face and blonde locks. Poor Samantha was beginning to wish she'd chosen a darker colour bra and top than white as her busty outline began to push through the sodden tight material.

"No, it's not working!", sighed Amanda "We'll have to use the shampoo!"

The whole of the office staff went deadly quite as two of the warehouse guys picked up the heavy looking container full of stiff green goo and began to raise it just above her head.

"Ready for your hair wash?", laughed Amanda

Poor Samantha let out a tiny little squeal as the cold, gooey liquid started to poor thickly all over her head. With her eyes and mouth tightly shut her whole head very rapidly began to become amerced in the flowing wave of green ooze. It wasn't long before the shampoo had found a natural path down Samantha's once beautiful blonde locks and then over her shoulders. If she had fears about the bucket of water exposing her breasts through her tight top and white bra, then she'd have been twice as shocked to see what her male colleagues were feasting their eyes on. The slippery shampoo was now starting to engulf her wet top, thickly rolling down the outline of her ample chest. The clingy white bodice and bra was now nearly transparent.

Eventually the flow of cold gooey liquid above her ceased and Samantha slowly reached up with her hands to slick back her ruined blonde hair. Again she wiped the goo from her eyes with her fingers and peered out to see people laughing and pointing at her. What was even worse was the fact that although her gunging had finished the flow of shampoo running down her body was beginning to engulf her short skirt. Samantha wiggled her legs slightly in order to shake some off, but her lovely lime green skirt was stuck fast to her thighs and bottom. Resigning her self to the slippery mess she just remained still as the runny goo effortlessly made it path down her shapely legs, forming a large puddle of green liquid around her stiletto shoes.

"Are you OK?", asked Amanda quietly.

"I don't know...", sobbed poor Samantha looking up mournfully

"How am I ever going to get cleaned up?"

"Don't worry!", replied Amanda. "It'll all wash out and we have some spare clothes for you to change into afterwards.

Samantha now felt a little better about her leaving present, but was still fearful about what was next to come.

"So, what happens next?", she enquired

"We have to show you off to everyone. It would be a shame for everyone to miss the fun!", smiled Amanda
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Samantha felt a little confused at this, but all became clear as one of the warehouse men approached her pushing a large wheelbarrow. To her shock it was filled to the brim with even more green, mushy liquid soap.

"Climb in!", ordered Amanda

Very slowly Samantha lowered her lovely little bottom towards the soft, green mess and pushed it firmly down. Steadying herself she grabbed hold of the side of the barrow and got herself as comfy as possible. All of the time she could feel the wet liquid soap squeezing around her legs and skirt. Her last remaining, dry pieces of clothing, the matching white panties that went with the bra began soak in green goo. At the feeling of this Samantha began to wriggle herself against their silky material and feel really quite satisfied. Quite a lot of the soap oozed past her fingers as displacement forced a great wave of the stuff down the sides of the barrow. Eventually, after a bit of squirming about she was ready.

How everyone cheered as she was wheeled around the office complex squealing and kicking her legs with embarrassment or perhaps new and erotic feelings. Many of the people there couldn't believe what they were seeing. A smartly dressed office girl completely smeared in pie and soap having the ride of her life. By the time Samantha climbed out of the barrow the back and bottom of her outfit was just a wash with the soft, white and green creamy liquid.

Time now for a hot bathing session. The details about this are sketchy, but I'd love to imagine Samantha hosing off all the goo and gunge still wearing her bra, panties and high heels

What a day it had been!