Carrie had finally graduated from college with her Marketing degree and after a month of job searching, she had received an offer letter for a job she actually wanted. She could finally quit her job as a waitress/bartender at "Dave's House." It was a bar & grill with a staff that all went to the local university and the clientele was mostly college students as well. Carrie's significant other, Dana, was super excited about her getting to leave that job and be a part of the normal working world. It meant she would be home for dinner every night and on the weekends.
"Are you going to give notice?" Dana asked as Carrie headed out for work.
"I've worked there for almost 4 years so I feel like I need to. Besides, I don't start at my new job for another 3 weeks and I, I mean, we, are going to need money before then. But two weeks from tonight will be my last night there." Carrie said, smiling as she walked out.
Carrie was smiling because she was one, excited about getting a real job, but two, she was excited about leaving her current job. It was a tradition at "Dave's House" that anyone who had been there for some length of time would get a going away present of getting messed up on their last night there. Carrie loved getting messy but rarely got to do it. Dana was ok with it but didn't react the same way that Carrie did when it happened. In her first year at the restaurant, a waitress named Katy had turned in her notice and on her last night was tied up and covered in the leftover food from that night, everything from gravy to beans to ice cream. It was the first time Carrie had seen something like that happen and she found herself really turned on by the whole thing. And when she got to smash a pie into Katy's face at the end, it was such an eye-opener into the world of getting messy. She had told her close friend, who at that time was Dana, about it, and for Carrie's birthday, Dana had obliged her with a big pie in the face. That was the night that Dana and Carrie became lovers. Each time someone quit, Carrie would get right in the middle of it, dreaming about when she would get to be on the receiving end of the humiliation and mess. But it had been over a year since someone had quit and been on the receiving end of the mess so Carrie wasn't sure it would still happen, but she still fantasized about it at night.
Finally, her last night of work came and Carrie tried not to think about it as she got dressed for the evening shift. She had to wear a white button-down shirt with a black skirt that flowed down to just below her knees. She wore her normal black work tennis shoes and socks but decided upon her sexy black underwear and bra to wear underneath everything. Carrie was about 5'6" and had a great body to go with her long blonde hair. There wasn't a night that went by without some customer asking her out. That's when she would gently let them down by telling them that she preferred women. She left for work before Dana was home from her job and sent her a text saying, "See you tonight. I will want to celebrate with you when I get home." Carrie knew that if things happened the way she hoped, she was going to horny as fuck and want to get some action from Dana when she got home.
It was a Thursday night and kind of busy, which Carrie was glad for so she didn't have time to think about what might be happening at the end of her shift. She had one table left as they closed the bar at 11. It was a cute couple that seemed to have no interest in leaving. Carrie tried to hint about the place closing several times but it wasn't taking so at 11:15 she told them that they were closed and the couple would have to leave. The couple finally paid their check and left and as Carrie took the plates from the table to the kitchen, one of the other severs, Johnny, grabbed her. It was happening, she was so excited.
Johnny carried her back into the kitchen and placed her standing up in a big trash can, then one of the other servers tied her to a post in the center of the kitchen.
"You know what time it is, don't you Carrie?" Steve, the main chef asked.
"Yes, I do. Let's do this!" Carrie shouted back at him.
Steve walked over with a big pot in his hands. He dumped the pot of lukewarm tomato soup over her head. The soup flowed over her now stained white shirt and down her black skirt onto her legs and into the bottom of the trash can. Her hands were tied behind her so she couldn't wipe her eyes clear but she still saw Jim, the assistant chef heading towards her with a pot of his own. He dumped it over her head and this one was much worse. It was lukewarm chili and it was thick as it had been sitting there all day. Who orders chili in June? Carrie felt the chili work its way underneath her shirt and over her breasts. It was gross but she was starting to get turned on.
It was really hard to see anything at this point but what followed next was a pot of beans that she was sure somehow found their way under her skirt as they flowed underneath her shirt. Her skirt slid down a bit and without any free hands it slid all the way down to her ankles, revealing her sexy black lace panties. There were a lot of whistles and catcalls at that point until someone, Carrie assumed one of the female bartenders, pulled it back up for her. Then she was sprayed down with bottles of ketchup and mustard. She wished she had a mirror so she could see what she looked like but that probably would have made her lose control as she was getting really turned on. If her hands had been free she probably would have been touching herself.
She heard someone say "Look up!" and when she did a bag of flour was dumped over her head. This was going to be a mess to clean up from...Everything went dark in the powder that coated her and more liquids were poured over her. She stuck her tongue out at one point and was sure that some of it was pancake syrup, which combined with the flour meant that a very long shower was in the plans for later. Everyone was laughing and even though Carrie was humiliated she didn't mind. Her skirt dropped down to her ankles again but no one made any attempt to pull it back up. This was exactly what she had hoped for.
She heard the manager, Gary, tell everyone to stop and he wiped her eyes clear with a towel. "Having fun?" he asked.
"Actually, yes"
"Well, we all want to thank you for all the work you've done here. We're really going to miss you."
"Thanks, Gary. I'll miss you guys too."
"I'm going to get back out of the way because there are some other people that want to talk to you."
One of the bartenders that Carrie had trained, Wendy, walked up. "I'd give you a hug but..."
"That's fair."
"Thanks for your help. Good luck with your real job."
As Carrie started to thank her, Wendy slammed a big lemon cream pie into Carrie's face. Everything went dark, and Carrie felt her body being slammed with multiple pies. The first one hit her on the right side of her head, and the next one covered the other side of her head. Then, she felt one slam directly onto her chest. Someone got a little frisky with that one as she felt it rubbed into her chest, which she didn't mind at all. Then she felt one being smashed onto her ass, smearing it all over the back of her panties. She felt another pie smashed into her face and then there was nothing. She heard everyone laughing and she hoped someone would send her a video or pictures so she could relive this moment over and over again.
She relaxed for a moment before she heard Gary again. "Now to just top you off and we'll be done." She felt something being poured over her and later learned it was two big containers of chocolate syrup.
Someone untied her from the post and she used her hands to wipe her eyes to see the state she was in. There wasn't a clean spot on her body, It looked like at least the top button of her shirt, if not the second button too, was gone and her skirt and shoes were completely submerged in the mess that had accumulated in the trash can. She ran her hands back through her hair and it was sticky with syrup, pie, flour, and all of the other substances. It was going to take a lot of hot water and shampoo. She pulled her skirt back up and looked at the people gathered around her.
"You guys know how to make a mess," Carrie said. "Do you know how to clean up?"
Two of the servers lifted her out of the trash can and delicately carried her over to the mop sink, which was a 2'x2' square sink on the ground with a hose that was used to fill up the mop buckets. Wendy grabbed the hose and as Carrie expected to get sprayed with water, Steve and Jim lifted the trash can up and dumped out the contents over her head. It was a disgusting mess of pie, chili, beans, soup, syrup, etc. It almost made her gag, but was extra humiliating and turned her on even more at that moment, especially when her skirt slid down to her ankles again. She decided to just let it be at this point as everyone had already seen her like this.
Wendy reached over to turn the water on when someone yelled "Wait!" and there were apparently more pictures taken. "Ok, got it!"
The cold water hit Carrie and she couldn't help but squeal as she was not prepared for the shock of the cold. Wendy sprayed and sprayed but was only really able to get a layer or two of the mess out. Carrie's hair was going to take a lot of love and attention at home. Carrie's white shirt was stained red and did indeed have two buttons missing, revealing her black bra which was also stained at this point. The staining probably helped hide her skin which would have been seen through the transparent, wet shirt.
Carrie kicked off her shoes and once-white socks and threw them into the trash. "Don't need those anymore."
Wendy finally stopped and said, "I think that's the best I can do. You should probably head home and get some hot water and soap. The guys put a tarp down in the seat of your car so it doesn't get messed up."
"Thanks, Wendy," Carrie replied as she tried to slide the wet skirt back into place.
As Carrie walked back out into the kitchen, everyone clapped for her. She stopped and took a few pictures with the team before nearly slipping on the wet floor in her bare feet. Carrie managed to catch herself before that humiliation. She made it to her car and delicately sat on the tarp the team had placed on her seat. She pulled down the mirror to see what she looked like and it was not pretty. She looked like a drowned rat that had run through kitchen trash. But it also made her reach down between her legs. If it hadn't been for the people around her car in the parking lot she probably would have pleasured herself right there but instead, started the car and drove off.
"I'm heading home. I'm a complete mess and I want you." She texted Dana.
Carrie pulled into the apartment complex and climbed out of her car. On one hand, she was glad it was after midnight, so no one would see her in this state, but on the other hand, that was part of the thrill. Their apartment was on the third floor and she slowly walked up the stairs, on her bare feet. She couldn't wait to get to Dana. As she got to the third level she walked down the open hallway to their door at the far end. She passed 3 doors to other apartments with each door having a window beside it. She laughed when she thought about the chance that one of them might look out the window and see her now. The last window was actually lit up so there was a chance that someone could see her through the curtains. She sped up as she walked by it and as she got to their door, Dana opened it up.
Carrie tried to walk through the door but Dana stopped her. "You're not coming into the house like that."
"What am I supposed to do?"
Dana pulled her hand out from behind her back and revealed a pair of scissors. "I've got a few ideas."
Carrie felt herself cum a little bit at that moment and said, "why not?"
Dana gently cut the stained shirt off of her partner. "You are a mess and don't even get me started on your hair. Did this meet your expectations?"
"Surpassed them completely."
Now Carrie was standing out in the open, in just her bra. Dana went to work cutting off the skirt and as it fell to the ground, a few beans dropped onto the ground. "I'm not even going to ask about that."
Dana cut the straps of Carrie's bra before working her hand down to her lacy, black panties. "I really liked these. It's a shame to ruin them, but I guess you kind of already did that tonight." Dana reached her hand into the front of her panties, making sure to brush her fingers against Carrie's very wet pussy. "You weren't kidding. Are you going to make it inside?"
"Are you?" Carrie asked, smiling.
Carrie was now standing completely naked outside of their apartment, with her mess of clothes sitting at her feet. If their neighbors were watching they were getting a heck of a show. "Can I come in now?"
"Wait a second." Dana stepped back inside the apartment and closed the door.
Carrie wanted to yell out at her that if she wanted this pussy she had better let her in, but that seemed like a bad idea given her current situation.
Dana opened the door and had her phone, taking a picture of her lover standing there. "Pose for me."
What else was there to do at this point but play along? She started making lots of playful poses, flirting with Dana's phone, completely naked with only the moonlight and dim light in the walkway lighting her modeling shoot.
"Make that pose where you're looking off in the distance and then slowly look back at the camera." Dana requested.
Carrie laughed and stood with her torso facing Dana, legs spread shoulder-width apart. Then she turned her head to the right, looking up into the night sky. She realized at that point that anyone looking out the window in the building next to them was also getting a show but she was having fun.
"Hold that look right there. I love that look."
Carrie held her head looking up into the night sky. When she turned her head back towards the door and Dana, she was met with a large cream pie to the face delivered by her lover. She couldn't help but scream in surprise as it happened and before she could respond, Dana smashed another pie right into her crotch, making sure to get her fingers into Carrie's very wet pussy. "Now get inside so I can get some of this," Dana said pulling Carrie into the apartment and closing the door.