Rachel sat on a metal chair much more comfortable than it had any right to be. She sat on a stage in front of almost four hundred people, dressed in a smart gray skirt suit. Dana Black, the person hiring her stood at a podium, getting ready to address the people. "Hello everyone, I'm happy to say our third-quarter growth was better than ever. Each and every one of you are responsible for where we are now. I know this is a little unorthodox, but, our VP of sale and marketing has agreed to put her body, and wardrobe, on the like to show her your appreciation. In front of the stage, we have a lovely selection of paints from our new line of Edible coatings. We are on track to roll this product out for the upcoming holiday season, think of this as a bit of additional product testing." Dana turned to smile at Rachel, "Let us know if you have any complaints." Rachel just gave a curt smile and a thumbs up.

A woman grabbed a pint of the paint and took the stairs up the platform in order to drop her load up close and personal. With little ceremony, the woman dumped the viscous pink liquid over Rachel's long black hair. Out of curiosity, Rachel sated a bit of the paint now covering her face and suit. To her surprise, it tasted like bubble gum.

A man picked up a giant pool syringe full of blue paint. His aim at first went wide, be eventual the stream settled on Rachel's shirt. Some of it even got between eh buttons and coated her skin. Luckily it wasn't cold. The stream lasted longer than expected, turning her crisps white shirt blue in the process. She could feel the stuff coating her breasts and soaking her bra. A few people grabbed gallon cans and just tossed them at her. The multi-colored mess pooling between her legs. Another man walked on the stage with his own gallon container, but she focused on the back of her jacket which had remained clean for the most part. The black pain had the faint scent of licorice.

Next, a rather proper looking older woman walked towards her with purpose. A canister of purple paint in hand. Rachel was surprised when the woman flung its contents up her skirt, or as much as she crossed legs would allow. It caused her to open her mouth in an O of shock as she felt the paints soak into her panties. She looked down and noticed that all the paint on the floor was slowly making its' way to a drainage grad directly below her. At least the were going to recycle the leftovers, hopefully.

For the next five minutes, it was an onslaught of multi-colored goo. She looked like an impressionist painting, all signs of her cloths buried below thick layers of paint. She could feel it dripping off her chin, onto her shirt and down her back. Her bare legs tingled with every wave. It would be interesting to see what color her panties ended up being after this.

"Take it off!" Some chad yelled from the audience. Some laughed, some coughed uncomfortably. There were still at least thirty gallons worth of paint products. And people were hungry for more.

Dana took control of the situation before it got too out of hand. "Look, Gary, you know this is a company function. HR is right down the hall for crying out loud."

"I can take off my Jacket at least, that's not a big deal. It's ruined anyway." Rachel admonished, getting up from the chair. She undid the button holding the previously gray wool closed. While she was at it, she superstitiously until the top three buttons of her shirt, just to help the mess get between her breasts.

There was a bit of a stir in the crowd. Gary, emboldened by her acquiescent practically ran up to the stage. Rachel remained standing as Gary made his way to her, doing his best not to get paint on his shoes. "I gotta say, I don't remember ever seeing you on the fourth floor." He couldn't see it, but Rachel smiled under the paint. A smile that was so much easier than a lie. He did not disappoint and went for her cleavage, now easily accessible since the shirt was half-open. Rachel inhaled as the thick liquid caressed her breasts. It smelled of strawberries and she loved it. The next person came on stage with the final pool syringe. She went behind Rachel and squeezed the load all over the final clean place on Rachel's body, her bottom. Rachel could feel the wetness go down her crack. It made her shudder. The chest was strong too, and it left a slight stinging sensation. One she was not used to, but wouldn't mind exploring more.

After a few more bouts of paint delivered while she stood, the game was over. For comedic effect, she had stored some paint in her mouth, and forced it our, letting the stuff dribble down her chin and join the congealing slime between her fleshy mounds. Up to now, this may not have been the most arousing dare she'd ever taken, it was certainly the messiest.

"Thank you one and all, I certainly hope you enjoyed your time here and maybe let off a little steam. Most of all, thank you madam vice president for allowing us to trash you so utterly. Have a good rest of your day everyone." The room cleared out about as fast as four hundred people could when there was an attractive messy woman on stage. Several pictures were snapped, and Rachel had no problems smiling for each and every one of them.

Once people stopped gathering around the stage, Rachel finally asked. "So, Ms. Black, I thought there was another..." A harsh look from Dana silenced the young girl.

Her look softened, as did her words. "I'm sorry, all in due time Miss. Yang. Once we get the room cleared out, we'll be going to another part of the facility where the second part of your contract will be fulfilled. This little get together was for the middle managers of Babatch Inc. I wouldn't dream of... Well, let's just say your audience for the next part will be much more exclusive." Dana walked towards Rachel with a reassuring look on her face.

The door to the conference room closed after the last manager left. "Well, I'll be honest, that's a relief. I'm not sure how I would feel. I've never even heard of a Sybian."

"Well, you are in for a wild ride Miss Yang. Just remember, you can stop at any time any anything moving forward is strictly up to your discretion. In our minds, you have fulfilled your contract wonderfully and will get compensated as such with a generous tip. Consider everything from here on out a bonus. Do you understand." Rachel nodded. "Wonderful. Everything will stop upon completion of your next task or if you say cucumber." And with that, the floor opened beneath both women and they slid down a shoot to parts unknown. Rachel's decent was aided by the slippery substance coating her body, but the slide itself must have been well polished because Dana didn't seem to have any trouble in her decent only aided by the mess which came before.

Just when Rachel was wondering when the ride would end, she was dropped into a massive brown rectangle. Surly the excess of her previous fun had joined this waste tank. Rachel was barely able to stand with her chin above the surface. It was clear this tank was nothing but excess edible paint. A loud splash and ensuing wave brought Rachel's attention back to the moment. She saw the previously clean Dana surface, looking not better than Rachel.

Clapping from above set Rachel head on a swivel, looking for the source. A group of three people stood five feed above. Tow women in very fancy black suits stood on either side of a distinguished man with salt and pepper hair. The man was by no means a movie star, but he wasn't what Rachel would have expected from a stuffy suit. From the information in the dare, she knew this had to be the CEO and his team.

"Well done Miss Yang, may I call you Rachel?' His voice was warm and gravely.

"I don't see why not Mr. Babatch, you're paying." Rachel retorted with a grin.

Mr. Babatch let out an amused chuckle. "That I am. You know, I saw you on Daring Do and I must say, you did not disappoint. I must admit, I'm a big fan. I've watched all your videos on the app. Are you ready to get started?"

"I'm just ready to get out of this tank."

"Understandable. Now there is a ladder around here somewhere," he looked around playfully. "But I just can't remember where I put it. Maybe if you both got out of those messy clothes it would jog my memory."

"Wait, Mr. Babatch, I thought I wasn't involved in this one?" Dana asked with the measured constraint of a personal assistant that wanted to keep her job.

Mr. Babatch knelt down and leaned closer, giving them each a smile. "Well, it seems you're both down there and would like to come out eventually." With that, both girls began to remove their clothes, peeling off shirts with sickly slurps. Their bras took some wiggling to get off, but eventually, they too were lost to the sludge. Rachel felt odd having the ripples of goo caress her nipples. It was a little hard to wiggle out of her pants, but eventually, Dana was down to her panties. Rachel had jumped up and let her body's buoyancy help her removed her skirt and panties in one motion. The viscus pain invaded Rachel's intimate areas causing a slight shiver. Seeing his demands were met, Mr. Babatch lowered an aluminum ladder to the helpless girls. Dana went up first, and once she was out, Rachel followed suit. Each wave of paint dribbling from her now naked skin caused a surge of euphoria.

Dana led Rachel to what appeared to be an open cage with tow chains and restraints above a black sim-circle. It had two fleshy appendages in the middle. "Now one of those is for your... well your front area and the other is for your... another hole" He wasn't flustered, more like unsure of what nomenclature to use. Rachel did like Anal and with her newfound love of vaginal stimulation, this seemed like a win-win. Unfortunately between her slippery skin and height of the Sybian it was hard for her to mount.

"Dana, could you help her out for us?" Dana nodded and helped by holding onto Rachel's abdomen, giving her a push. The motion was enough to get her on top of the mechanism, but with all the slop, Dana's hands slipped from their positions and one cough a bit of Rachel's boob.

"Sorry, dear." Dana admonished, both girls blushing at the contact. Rachel did her best to position her self near the protuberances and used the chains to puller herself up far enough that she could lower her body down. There was a healthy amount of lubricant on her body, as well as the machine, so the phallic objects had no problem slipping inside her body. She gasped as her rectum and pussy were filled.

Mr. Babatch coughed to get her attention. "Would you like to be restrained? It may help prevent you from falling off. In case the pleasure is too intense"

She'd never tried restraints before, and this did seem like solid logic. "That might be a good idea." with the fluid motion of someone with experience, Dana took the girl's wrists and closed the cuffs around each hand. Now her arms were above her and restrained about a meter apart.

Instantly the vibration began. Rachel Gasped, having never been stimulated in both her holes before. Especially while messy. The pattern and intensity-modulated, keeping her off guard and instantly revving her internal engines. Once her chest began to heave, she felt a slicing pain. Opening her eyes she saw it was three jets off the water, all pointed at her and Dana. Currently, two were on Dana, who tried to protect her face with her hands. The Jet on Rachel was at her stomach, waving back and forth in an effort to clean her. Suddenly, one of the jets on Dana switched to her face. She closed her eyes just in time. She could feel the warm water carry the heavy paint away from her skin. This only intensified the tingling sensation propagated by the intense vibration between her legs and in her bum. The jet on her belly went lower and stung between her legs. A sensation that was not unwelcome addition to the sensation going on all over her body. Her breasts were the next target for whoever had control of a water spray. This began to push her over the edge. Her breasts may only have been B-cups, but the water still made them flop around and the motion was too much.

Rachel began to audibly gasp and scream with rapture. "I'm co.. I'm co." She couldn't finish as she felt the telltale signs of liquid pressure building within her. "Cucum.. " She didn't get a chance to finish as the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt burst forth. She let loose a primal scream of adulation and release. Her body began to shake violently, starting with her thigh,s but it migrated to her whole body. She was glad she was getting sprayed by water because her squirting juices were splashing all around her.

The chains shook with her body spasms, which continued for at least a minute after her orgasm began. The things inside her continued to vibrate, continuing wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure to fragment her mind. The water jets had ceased and she was clean for the most part, but that did little to stop her body from reacting violently to the vibrations inside her. "Cu... cum... cum..." Was all her depleted lungs could get out. She wanted it to stop, yet she also didn't want this sensation to end.

With some intense focus on trying to stop her vagina from feeling anything, at last, she got out the word. "Cucumber. Please Cucumber." Dana heard and shut down the machine. She too was drenched, but clean. Her skin red from the spray. While Dana unclamped her wrists, Rachel noticed her skin was also red from the water. As the pleasure faded, the stinging sensation caused by her cleansing came into focus. She never thought she'd be a fan of pain play, but this was not a bad experience in the slightest. She may have to start accepting dares involving pain more to explore this newfound interest.

Mr. Babatch was all smiling. "Well Rachel, you did admirably. Dana will take you to the showers where you can get properly cleaned up and find some fresh clothes." Rachel noticed a sizable bulge in Mr. Babatch's trousers as Dana half led, half carried her towards a relaxing shower. "Rest assured, we will have you again Rachel," Mr. Babatch called after them.