He was proven right when he said she had them now, from that moment until the time they shut down their stall there was always a customer or 2 lining up with at least a pie to throw. Her taunting continued as she had gotten into the role she should be playing, even if part of her idly wondered if she would ever be able to get clean again after the epic and lengthy messing she was enduring.

Over the next while the customers flowed, pies were thrown and more often than not they were hitting her somewhere, with a few making a return later on and these always proved to be the ones likely to finally hit her. Some people made specific purchases from a mixture of the other stalls and the local nearby shop forcing her to deal with milkshakes, yoghurt, beans, custard and more.

One particularly inventive customer strolled up with 2 99's from the ice cream van and forced her to wear them as horn's on top of her head before slamming a pie into her face. It took longer than she would've thought to shake them off, dealing with the cold ice cream melting and dripping down her face, her neck and right down her back until someone washed them off with the next bucket of gunge that went over her head.

All the while her date remained by her side after his generous contribution. He even helped out, taking the money, mixing the substances and even offering suggestions to those customers who seemed a little unsure of what to do.

After what had begun as a seemingly never ending evening suddenly saw time begin to fly and Katherine was finally undone from the stocks and allowed to go to a private area and get cleaned up (which to her annoyance mostly considered being hosed down as there were sadly no outdoor shower facilities).

As she was finishing towelling off, she was drying her arms while her date finished drying her hair, one of the organisers of the event said she shouldn't leave just yet as she might be needed for the ceremony before the end of day firework show. It looked like her night wasn't quite over yet.

The final few stalls closed and everyone gathered in and around the main stage. There were 2 large items covered in cloth, clearly to act as a big reveal. Speeches were given , people were thanked for all their efforts and then the first reveal, a throne. This was for the stall that made the most money throughout the evening and now that all the totals had been tallied and much to her surprise, despite the amount of mess she had endured Katherine had been the winner and she was officially about to be crowned as the queen of the first night

As she was invited on to the stage and took her seat on the throne, Katherine couldn't help but feel a little or maybe incredibly nervous. She could see the entire crowd from the elevated position she now had.

"And now of course we need to crown our queen, and considering our sponsors for this evening and the theme of her particular stall I think this." the announcer pressed a button and the throne started wheeling back a little on its track until she was encased in a perspex box. "was the only appropriate method for her crowning"

The pit in her stomach dropped out. She knew where she was, she hadn't seen one of these in years and even then it was on TV. Where had they found it and gotten it here so quickly she had no idea. But now after all she had gone through, even getting into it by the end, she was now about to be gunged in a tank in front of everyone.

"in 3...2...1" she heard, and as the crowd chanted along and the alarm sounded and the gunge began to pour. It was only slight at first , a few drips, then a warm trickle down the back of her neck and then it began properly. It hit her head and domed off causing her to shrink in her once nice throne. She began to smile though, the warmth in the cool evening air feeling nice.

She also knew what the people wanted to see having gone through the evening she had so while she did let out a big shocked scream as it truly began to flow, she also made sure to look up into the stream when it was beginning to slow a little to let all the gunge wash over her face. She made sure to run her hands through her hair for the little to no good it actually did to what was happening to her and making sure she washed it into her exposed skin.

And as the gunging came to an end, the last little bit still dripping over her the announcer grabbed their microphone "and now we have one more prize for little Katherine here before the night is over" and the cloth covering the 2nd item was removed revealing a dunk tank

Clear on all sides the crowd could see the rainbow colours of the gunge that filled the dunk tank that had now been unveiled.

"Now we were just going to settle for a gunging in the tank for whoever made the most money tonight, but considering the nature of the winner and the theme of her stall it seemed like it might be a bit of a let down to just use a few litres of what she's been dealing with all night, so we thought we'd up the stakes a little"

"But first lets ask our dear little Katherine how she's feeling right now"

As the throne wheeled out slightly from the tank , she worried for a moment as it slowed but didn't appear to stop. Oh no, they're not going to are they? But yes, in fact they were. All too soon the chair began to speed up again and there was going to be no stopping her once she reached the edge of the stage. As the edge approach she could be heard screaming "I can't believe this is happeni" before she was ejected from the chair and the stage and splashed face first into the many litres of gunge disappearing under the surface completely.

This was undoubtedly the worst of the entire night she thought to herself, there would be absolutely no inch of her that was clean now, as she finally rebroke the surface looking more slime monster than person at this point.

Over the evening she'd been pied repeatedly, had ice cream, custard, multiple colours of gunge poured over her, in her clothes and thrown at her. She'd been gunged in a tank and was now treading water in another. All this taking place in public, in front of people she worked with, in front of the people she saw every day. There would be nice mistaking the looks, the whispers and whatever else would be coming over the next few weeks after this performance. One day she would have to get payback, one day she would need to get revenge. But for now she saw her date, still smiling at her, snapping a few photos and slowly making his way over. They still had some time tonight, and the fireworks would be starting soon. Maybe it wasn't all bad