Hikari and Paoli fight over a Boy!


"THAT FUCKING BITCH . . . oooh, I'm going to kill her!"

That two-timing, back-stabbing . . . ooh . . . I'm going to get her for this. So, help me . . . I will.

The events that transpired this Thursday morning, were kind of my fault. You see, Hikari is my girlfriend. Oh, it hasn't gone that far. Not yet at least. Hopefully it will. But we've been seeing each other for several months, now. And I really like her . . . a lot. The problem is, I like her friend, Paoli, too.

What got all this started was me leaving my cellphone at Hikari's apartment when I left last night. It wasn't until this morning, when I couldn't find my phone, that I called Hikari and asked her to look around for it. And she did, and even found the phone lying under a pillow on the couch. But I didn't think she would actually open it and look around. Wrong answer. That's where Hikari found that I had been talking with Paoli.

What went down, all transpired before I even knew there was a problem. Just as well, though, if I had been there, my ass would probably have been trashed. Ha!

Oooh, just wait till I get my hands on her. I'll pull her eyeballs out and shove them down her throat. I'll rip every strand of hair from her head. I'll . . .

Hikari was seriously pissed at her friend. She had just found out that Paoli had been seeing me, though I was supposed to be Hikari's boyfriend. And Hikari was a very jealous woman. Now as Hikari stormed around her apartment thinking of ways to debase her friend, she became even more angry at the thought of what Paoli had done.

Oh, you just wait until I . . . until I . . . ooh, just wait until I catch her. I will . . .

But then Hikari noticed the time on her kitchen clock.

Oh Shit. I am so late. I must go . . . now.

There was a shoot down at the studio where Hikari works. And it was scheduled for 1100. Although Hikari wouldn't be in it, she wanted to see her friends, Vanessa and Lucia get messed up. This was going to be the first messy shoot her friends had ever done. And Hikari wanted a front-row seat. In an instant her anger at her friend was forgotten as Hikari headed down to her brand new Mercedes SL Roadster for the thirty minute drive to work.

Meanwhile, Paoli, the subject of Hikari's wrath, had just finished eating her breakfast and was making some last minute adjustments to her wardrobe before she, too, left for work. Hikari and Paoli both worked for the Sandoza Modeling Agency, as did Vanessa and Lucia. And this day, this Thursday, just a few days short of the beginning of the eighth month, was promising a full display of fireworks. Ha! I almost wish I had been there. ALMOST!

Now, as Hikari pulled into one of the numbered, or reserved, parking spaces in the front lot, her friend, or perhaps soon-to-be ex-friend, was getting out of her eight-year-old Ford pick-up in the rear of the building where the Sandoza Agency was located. It would just be a few minutes until the fireworks began. HA!

The Sandoza Agency, which only hired the most beautiful women in Venezuela, had gotten its's start the old-fashioned way, by showing stills and then videos of their models in very risqué clothing. Anything from the most daring of lingerie to see-through tops and plunging necklines on the most eloquent of dresses was part of their repertoire. Now, however, with the increased popularity of the Wet and Messy, otherwise known as WAM, movement, Sandoza had changed the outlook on how their models worked or rather functioned. Now the models would take great pains to thoroughly trash the most beautiful outfits or even items as simple as everyday jeans and tank tops. As advertised, a Sandoza model would take everything from cream pies to the face or buckets of chocolate sauce over their heads. Bowls of pudding featuring chocolate mousse as well as any of half a dozen other flavors would, also, be poured over these beautiful Latino models. And pitchers of custard being poured down the plunging necklines of high-end dresses as well as over the head of a Sandoza model were highly anticipated prizes. Some of the girls were even known to take huge amounts of messy food substances, including 5-gallon buckets of everything from chocolate pudding, chocolate cake batter, or Hershey's chocolate syrup all over their heads as they looked up into that deluge.

Though Paoli was making inroads into Hikari's status as 'Queen of the Mess,' my girlfriend was known far and wide as the messiest girl at Sandoza. She just loved to get messy. And that was probably the most important reason I had fallen for her.

But on this day, this Thursday, in the middle of the summer, the Sandoza Modeling Agency was going to do something they had never done before. Vanessa and Lucia were going to get into an inflatable rubber pool and wrestle in the mess they had thrown on each other. The agency had been advertising, for several weeks, that they were going to produce a 'live' show of two of their models wrestling in chocolate. There was seating for forty-eight of their most prestigious clients to view this new form of entertainment, and each one had paid 280,000 VES, or bolivars, for this privilege. The shoot was scheduled to start at 1100. Neither Hikari nor Paoli were scheduled to wrestle yet, but they both wanted to be part of history as it occurred.

The two beautiful babes were still early and none of the paying quests had arrived, when Hikari stepped through the front door of the 'Main Stage' as Studio A was informally referred to. And she had just gotten her first view of the pool where all the messy antics would be performed when her new nemesis walked through one of the side doors.

"Hey Hikari, how are you," Paoli said in a loud and boisterous tone."

Still smarting from her earlier discovery, Hikari managed a polite greeting, but Paoli did not sense that something was amiss.

"Ooh, just look at all those yummy treats," she said as Paoli took a look at all the chocolate delights that were on a long table that stood just past where a 4' x 6' blue and white inflatable rubber pool was in the center of the room, "Will you look at that, Hikari. Isn't it fabulous. I wish I were one of the girls chosen for this historical event. Don't you?"

Paoli always had an infectious laugh and usually her jaunty demeanor would have had Hikari laughing. But not today. Not on this day.

"Oh yes. I would so enjoy getting covered in chocolate and trashing my outfit. Then role around in all that brown goo. Perhaps someday they will let you and me wrestle in that muck."

"Oh, do you really think so, Hikari? Do you? That would be simply smashing."

Paoli, in all her bubbling jubilation, still did not recognize the danger signs radiating from Hikari. She didn't know that Hikari had found out about her relationship with me.

Now, as the two women, each with a magnificent pair of breasts, approached the pool for the first time, they got a good look at all the items of chocolate on the table overlooking that man-made haven for mess. Ha!

Hikari, still smarting from what she considered an injustice done by her friend, or perhaps former friend is a better word, stepped into the pool and crossed to the far side so she could evaluate all the mucky items of mess that sat on the table. There were twenty pies, made of the creamiest, most sinfully delicious chocolate pudding available. There were an additional five large bowls of the chocolate pudding sitting at one end of the table. And there were two, very large, 5-gallon buckets of chocolate cake batter resting on the floor underneath these bowls of gooey brown muck.

In addition, there were two bowls filled with chocolate frosting, that had been watered down just enough so the covering for a cake could be poured over a victim's head. The piece de resistance, though, were the 5-gallon buckets of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup sitting at the opposite end of the table. Each of these were filled to the rim with the dark brown, almost black looking syrup that Hershey's had patented. And there were four of these buckets. As Hikari looked at all that mess, she knew her friends were going to get truly trashed. And she did feel a little envious of them. She noticed the pair of two-liter pitchers sitting beside the buckets of chocolate syrup and knew what they were for.

Wow. Those two are going to get so messed up. I almost wish I were in Vanessa's shoes. Or maybe Lucia's . . . oh hell, it doesn't matter. I would just love to be in all that chocolate and have it coat my boobs and my . . . oh well, you know what. Tee hee hee. And Hikari even blushed a little, just a little. But then, her look of merriment turned to one of anger as Hikari looked over where Paoli stood in rapture beside the table of mess. Ooh. If I could only . . . hmm. Why not?

"Ooh isn't everything just delicious, Hikari," Paoli said as she briefly looked back over her shoulder at Hikari, before returning her gaze upon the messy chocolate items in front of her. She stuck a finger in one of the pies to see how it tasted. "Oh, it's so good. You should taste one, Hikari."

Hikari, though, didn't taste one of the pies. Instead, she picked one up and started looking at it, as if admiring the creamy texture.

"Hmm, they do look scrumptious, don't they, Paoli. See this one."

But as Paoli stepped closer to her friend, Hikari's face took on a twisted, almost demonic look. "Why don't you taste this one?" And then she smashed that pie into the startled Paoli's face.

SPLATTTTTT!!!!!

When that pie made contact with Paoli's face, it literally exploded. Chocolate muck splattered everywhere. Paoli's beautiful make-up was ruined and so was her immaculate hairdo. Chocolate goo not only covered all of the model's face but a good portion of her head, too. Her hair, so beautifully done earlier in the day, was now a trainwreck. And the slop didn't stop there. Chocolate muck slithered its way down onto her luscious boobs. To say that Paoli was a mess would have been an understatement.

But Hikari wasn't finished yet. She picked up another of those mess monsters and plopped it down on the top of Paoli's head. Any part of the Latino beauty's hair that had survived the first pie, did not survive this one.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING . . . BITCH!"

"Oh nothing," Hikari said, as she picked up another of those messy chocolate pies. And they were very messy, with each pie crust holding two full inches of chocolate pudding.

"But . . . you still look to clean to suit me!" And with that statement, the 'Queen of Mess' slapped the pie into Paoli's muck-covered face.

"As my friend, Bobby, would say, 'How do you like them apples,' Bitch?"

While Hikari's friend, or perhaps I should say, used-to-be friend, stood there, trying to wipe the brown muck from her eyes so she could see, her former bestie picked up a pair of the giant muck monsters and quietly slipped behind her.

"Hey Paoli."

"WHAT," exclaimed the woman whose entire head was now covered with brown glop from front to back! But Paoli, disorientated now, did not recognize the danger in time.

"You look hungry. How would you like a nice sandwich?"

"What. No . . . no I'm not . . . what are you talking about, bitch. I'm not hungry . . . oh shit. You wouldn't, you wouldn't dare."

"Don't you DARE!"

But it was too late. She dared. Hikari slapped those two chocolate missiles of mess against each side of Paoli's already goo-covered face, and then she ground in that mess, so completely that Paoli looked like a muck bomb had exploded directly over her face. And Paoli was pissed. Oh, was she ever pissed.

"What the fuck are you doing, Hikari? What did I ever do to you?

"That's what happens to boyfriend stealers."

"What? What do you mean . . . boyfriend stealers?"

"I know about you and Bobby."

"What . . . what do you mean?"

But when Hikari pulled out my cellphone, Paoli gasped. "That's Bobby's phone. How do you have it?"

"I have it, because it's MY boyfriend's phone and he left it at my apartment last night."

"Well, I didn't see ANY sign hanging on him," Paoli shouted as she picked up one of those muck monsters sitting on that table.

"Well, he is, and you . . . you . . . what do you think you're doing?" Hikari said, finally noticing her peril.

"Nothing, bitch. But you look too clean to suit me, too!" And then she threw that pie, from a distance of only two feet. And when it hit Hikari's face, the results were the same. Chocolate muck splattered all over Hikari's face and head and even down over her shoulders.

"You . . . you . . . you, fucking bitch. Look at me. Look at what you did to my clothes. They're ruined."

"You're clothes are ruined. LOOK AT MINE, you fucking bitch. I'm covered in this slop. Look at what you did to me," Pauli said in an almost calm tone compared to that of Hikari.

Then, it was on. Hikari picked up another of those mini missiles of mess, only to have Paoli beat her to the punch by slapping her own muck bomb down on top of Hikari's head.

Not to be outdone, though, Hikari slapped her brown-colored dive bomb down on top of Paoli. Then she finished the job done by the mucky missile of mess by slathering it down the center of Paoli's face and down to her boobs.

As she looked down at her ruined clothes, Paoli started to feel a rage grow within herself.

How dare that fucking bitch. Look at me. LOOK AT ME!

"You fucking bitch. I am . . . so . . . so . . . going to . . . I am so going to get you for this. Look at me. I'm ruined. My face is a mess. My hair is trashed. My clothes ARE RUINED! I'm going to . . ."

But before she could finish her tirade, and because Paoli had become distracted, AGAIN, Hikari was able to pick up and toss another missile of brown mucky mess into her face. And this mass of chocolate goo hit Paoli squarely on the mouth, effectively shutting her up, once again.

And then, to add to the damage already done, Hikari grabbed another pair of the mucky missiles of mess and from a distance of less than a foot, kind of shoveled them into the surprised Paoli's face.

SPLAT and then another SPLAT! And another layer of chocolate gunge covered Paoli's face.

But now, it was time for the piper to pay the price. As Hikari grabbed another pie and turned to slap it on Paoli, she slipped on some of the goo that covered the bottom of the pool. And down she went.

Ha! Bitch! I've got you now!

Grabbing that messy pie out of Hikari's hand, Paoli decided it was time for some messy payback. And did she ever get it.

Paoli slammed that pie into Hikari's face. And she slammed it hard. With a resounding SPLAT, that mass of chocolate pudding completely covered Hikari's face.

And she wasn't finished with that one pie. Paoli grabbed another pair of pies and plastered them into the face of her attacker. But then she grabbed another pair of pies and ground them into the ruined top that covered Hikari's magnificent breasts. And she didn't stop there. Paoli ground those messy chocolate pies into and all around Hikari's boobs. She wanted to get every measure of revenge that she could.

But that wasn't all. Having been suddenly and treacherously humiliated by a woman she considered a friend; Paoli was out to extract revenge. And she found it, in the form of a very large bowl of chocolate pudding that was sitting on that table overlooking their rapidly-filling pit of chocolate mess.

"DON"T YOU DARE!" Shouted Hikari when she saw her mortal enemy standing over her with a bowl full of chocolate.

But she did. She dared. And with a scream of rage, Paoli poured all that brown mess directly onto Hikari's face, completely inundating her with chocolate pudding.

Blinded by the chocolate deluge, Hikari was absolutely defenseless for the next attack from Paoli. Grabbing a two-liter pitcher, Paoli scooped out a big mess of chocolate syrup from one of the four large buckets at the other end of the table. She then, slowly, and deliberately covered every square inch of Hikari's face with the slimy syrup.

You Fuckin' Bitch!

With a surge of white-hot adrenalin, Hikari was able to leap to her feet and drive her opponent back into a corner of the messy pool where she fell on her ass in a couple inches of the messy slop. Now, it was Hikari's time to turn the tables. And did she ever. Ha!

As Hikari's former friend sat in a daze, Hikari grabbed another of those sloppy chocolate pies and splatted it into Paoli's face so she would be blinded and unable to see what was coming next. Then Hikari went back to the table and picked up a really large bucket filled with what looked like brown gunge. In reality, it was chocolate cake batter, and the bucket held five gallons of that slop. There was an identical bucket on the floor at the other corner of the table. And those buckets were almost overflowing with that mucky goo.

"No . . . no, no, no, please don't . . .," is all Paoli managed to say before Hikari started pouring all, and I do mean ALL of that messy brown glop on her head.

"I'm so sorry, BITCH, that I forgot, BITCH, about your birthday, BITCH! So, I decided to make a birthday cake, BITCH!

As Paoli sat there, in the chocolate goo that had accumulated in the bottom of the pool, Hikari unloaded on her. Now, five pounds of cake batter is not light. It must weigh at least 50 to 60 pounds or more. But Hikari was so pissed off, that she made it look like a bucket of feathers when she lifted that container of brown muck. And when she turned it over and unleashed that torrent of chocolate slop all over Paoli, she didn't waste her time. Hikari upturned the bucket and all that chocolate ooze fell, like a waterfall, on Paoli. And Paoli, like Hikari, made the mistake of looking up at the wrong time. Ha!

In a matter of just seconds, Hikari had unloaded the entire contents of that bucket filled with brown, gooey, muck. In just seconds, Paoli went from being a trainwreck, to an unnatural disaster. Ha!

As Paoli sat there, in shocked silence, shivering from the cold goo that had descended upon her upturned head, Hikari stood there, marveling in her handiwork.

"I have become Picasso," Hikari smirked at the masterpiece she had created in chocolate. And she was smiling.

"Ha, Bitch! How do you like that!"

But, the 'Queen of Mess' had one trick still left up her sleeve.

"Oh wait, I have forgotten something, Paoli," Hikari said as she reached for a bowl, smaller than the others, but still filled with a dark brown substance.

"A cake isn't a cake without frosting."

Still shivering, Paoli croaked out, "what are you talking about. You didn't make me a cake. You poured cake batter over my head, you rotten bitch."

"THAT, wasn't a cake!" Paoli said snippily. You DID NOT bake me a cake."

"Potato, po-ta-toe, what's the difference. A cake, still, must have frosting," Hikari responded in a condescending tone.

And with that, Hikari reached into that bowl and pulled out a big, glopping, handful of watered-down chocolate fudge frosting. And before her adversary could react, she slapped that sludge onto a face already dripping so much dark brown muck that it was impossible to recognize who was underneath the mess.

"Fuck. You FUCKING Bitch! I will get you for this. You just wait and see."

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that." And then Hikari poured the rest of that chocolate frosting over Paoli's head.

Still smarting from her alleged betrayal at the hands of a woman she had considered a best friend, Hikari grabbed her mess-covered friend by the front of her no-longer-pristine white top and dragged her through that chocolate slop until she was half-sitting and half-laying in three inches of brown gunge beside the table of mess. Then, grasping the front of Paoli's top, Hikari ripped it in two, from top to bottom, exposing her former friend's breasts. Though her bra had been white, it was no longer clean, though it was in better shape than the rest of her clothes. But not for much longer, though. HA!

Hikari pulled one of those bowls of chocolate pudding down off that table and then started scooping out that creamy muck and covering Paoli's bra, and then her entire chest. After a while, she even pulled open Paoli's bra and started stuffing pudding down in each cup, first the left one and then the right one, until they were overflowing with brown slop. Then, as a further insult to her former friend, Hikari poured the rest of the pudding onto Paoli's face. By now, Paoli was so thoroughly covered in chocolate gunge that her own mama wouldn't be able to recognize her.

But now, Hikari made a mistake, and it was going to cost her, cost her dearly. Taking her eyes off Paoli, while reaching for another round of mess, Hikari gave Paoli an opening. And that opening was ALL she needed.

Reaching up, Paoli grabbed Hikari by her top, so covered in chocolate slop, and pulled her down, face-first, into the sloppy mire where Paoli sat. And with a tearing sound, that ruined blouse was torn almost in two, as Hikari landed with a resounding splat in all that chocolate muck.

Before Hikari could regain her footing, though, Paoli was all over her new nemesis. Turning Hikari on her back, Paoli reached over and grabbed one of the pitchers by the large buckets of Hershey's chocolate syrup. And before Hikari could respond, the thoroughly trashed Paoli started pouring pitcher after pitcher of that chocolate slime, so dark as to almost look black, all over Hikari's face and body.

After pouring several pitchers of that slime over Hikari, Paoli said, "fuck this shit," and then she lifted the rest of that bucket of black goo and poured it all over Hikari, almost drowning her in the process.

You fucking bitch. I am so going to get you for this.

"You fucking bitch," Hikari ground out in a raspy voice, "I am going to get you . . . I am so going to get . . ."

"NOOOO!"

After finally clearing her airway of the dark slime, and cleaning the goo out of her eyes, Hikari looked up to see Paoli holding a large bowl of chocolate pudding but could do nothing to stop her from sending that slop down onto her face, once again, blinding her.

"Ha," Paoli shouted, "you look so good down here in the slop . . . where you belong!"

Oh, you fucking . . . I will get you. So, help me, I will get you!

As Paoli stood back to admire her handiwork, an idea struck her.

"Hey, you know what, Hikari."

"WHAT!" Hikari replied rather snippily as she was anything but happy with the turn of events.

"I just remembered that I forgot your birthday. I am so, so, so, sorry."

"What . . . what . . . NO . . . DON"T YOU DARE!

But it was too late. Paoli remembered what her former friend had done to her. And now it was time for one more round of messy retribution.

You fuckin' bitch, You had better not . . .

FUCK! Hikari shrieked in rage as all that sloppy chocolate cake batter fell over her head and then down onto her body.

"You Fucking Bitch. I am going to kill you. You just wait. When I get my hands on you, I will . . ."

But before she could finish her stormy response to this latest retaliatory round of mess, Hikari heard her friend whisper something in one of her muck-filled ears, "A cake just wouldn't be a cake without frosting."

"NOOOOO!" Hikari screamed, only to have it shut off as a big sloppy handful of chocolate frosting was slammed into her face and almost shoved down her throat.

OH, that fucking bitch. I am going to kill her.

Paoli, perhaps thinking she had won, finally let up. And that might have been her undoing. For no sooner had she let off on the attack, than Hikari regained the initiative.

As her adversary knelt there in about a foot of chocolate muck, Hikari finally got her breathing back under control, and she could see again. And then she went on the offensive. Hikari reached out and pulled off the remnants of Paoli's ruined shirt, leaving her in just a bra and the no-longer white pants.

Then, Hikari threw her erstwhile friend down, face first, in all that mucky slop at her feet.

Gasping for air, as she came up from that chocolate goo, Paoli was in no shape to resume hostilities. Unfortunately for her, though, Hikari had no such qualms about it. And Hikari was already reaching for the next messy item, one of those bowls of chocolate pudding. And this time, the Queen of Mess did not hold back at one bowl. She used all three, one after the other.

As that latest round of mucky mess descended upon Paoli, she quickly took on a gooey look every bit as mucky as that of Hikari. Both of the women were, now, so trashed that nobody could have recognized them. Then it got worse. While Paoli sat there, in the chocolate slop, Hikari in remembrance of what Paoli had done to her, picked up one of those buckets of Hershey's chocolate syrup, and poured it all over her former friend.

"Spitting up chocolate slime, while trying to clear her nasal cavities, Paoli reached out to grab her partner in crime. As she dragged Hikari back down in the chocolate slime pit, Paoli managed to dislodge what was left of Hikari's shirt. Now both women were left in a state of semi-nudity, wearing only bras and pants. And the bras were so torn and tattered, notwithstanding all the chocolate goo that covered them, as to be almost incapable of doing their job. As she fell back into the mucky brown slop, Hikari managed to knock over the two remaining 5-gallon buckets of chocolate syrup, adding more muck to the man-made pool of muck that was already filled to overflowing capacity with chocolate slop.

"You fuckin' bitch," Paoli snarled!

"You whore," replied a subdued Hikari.

As she tried to get up, the muck-covered beauty slipped in the sloppy goo and fell on her face, again. Then she fell on her back. As a last resort, Hikari rolled onto her stomach so she could push off with both hands, but this only made the beautiful girl get covered with even more chocolate glop. Finally, coming to her knees, Hikari gave her friend a really nasty look.

"What the fuck was that for, you crazy bitch," Paoli asked in an acidic tone?

But before Hikari could respond, Paoli shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU? Why did you to this to me? Look at me. Look at me . . . you lousy bitch. My clothes are ruined."

You fucking bitch. You think this is FUNNY! I'll show you funny.

"Ha," Hikari responded. "You look so good, down here in the slop. You look like the fucking pig you are, all covered in that chocolate gunge. You belong down here, bitch."

But Hikari, in her enthusiasm for taunting her adversary had gotten just a little too close to that table of mess and there were still three of those really gooey chocolate pudding pies on it. Before she could react, Paoli reached out and latched on to one of Hikari's arms. And before she could register a protest, Paoli pulled Hikari back down into the slimy chocolate muck. And with a loud splash, Hikari went face-down into that pit of slimy muck, disgorging a lot of that sloppy chocolate over the sides and onto the floor nearby.

"FUCK . . . you . . . you . . . ooh!"

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! After rolling over on her back, Hikari received the final three pies to her slimy face, as Paoli slapped them down on her tormentor's face as fast as she could.

As she came to her knees, Hikari looked at the ruined state of her own clothes. "You fucking bitch! Look at me!"

"Well, look at me, Bitch. You started it. What was that all about? Why did you do this. Why did you push me in all this muck?"

Hikari crawled to the edge of the messy pool and reached over to retrieve her purse, which had fallen on the floor when she fell in the muck pit. Reaching in, she retrieved my cellphone, again.

"That's Bobby's phone," Paoli said in a disbelieving tone. "What are you doing with it?"

"What am I doing with it? What am I doing with it? Is that what you just said?" But before Paoli could respond, Hikari continued, "What are you doing with Bobby. HE'S, MY BOYFRIEND! Hikari shouted.

"What the fuck are you doing with him."

"Excuse me," Paoli said, as she reached down and grabbed a double handful of that sloppy muck. "But I didn't see any sign on him." Then she hurled that slimy goo in Hikari's face, adding another layer of chocolate muck to her friend's face.

In retaliation, Hikari grabbed her former friend by the head and then, before Paoli could react, Hikari dunked her friend's head into that sloppy ooze.

And then, it was on. As Paoli came up for air, she reached out and grabbed Hikari's chocolate-soaked hair in an effort to gain an advantage. Both women, who wore bras designed to enhance their overly endowed busts, rather than conceal them, knelt there in the slimy muck, covered with the sloppy gunge and with their chocolate-covered tits all but hanging out of their torn and tattered bras. Then they went after each other again. The two former friends, completely disheveled and covered in chocolate slop started wrestling in all that slimy muck.

It's really a shame that nobody was there to see these two Latino beauties battle it out in that chocolate muck. There were no cameras snapping photos for posterity, no recorders taking video footage of the women as they rolled around in that sloppy portable pigsty, ripping at each other's clothes, pulling each other's hair, kicking, and scratching, while still trying to retain some degree of modesty.

For fifteen minutes those two women, a pair of beautiful women that I loved dearly, fought it out in that pit of gooey brown muck. For a quarter of an hour, these two women, that I adored, fought over me in a foot of chocolate gunge. At the end of the time, most of the muck, that was not coated all over their magnificent bodies, had found its way onto the floor outside the manufactured haven for chocolate slop. Both of these women, however, carried a very liberal amount of that gooey, slimy slop all over there near-naked bodies.

In the course of their 'fifteen minutes of fame' Hikari and Paoli had both been rendered nearly naked to the waist, as the opponents shredded their tops before ripping them off their chocolate-covered bodies and depositing them into the endless pit of chocolate slop, never to be seen again. The two statuesque figures of feminine fury were clad only in tattered bras and panties so soaked in chocolate that they threatened to fall off their bodies at any moment.

At one point, during their melee, Hikari, who had been knocked out of the muddy trough of mess, found a large, gallon-sized bucket. Quickly, before her tormentor could react, Hikari scooped up a large quantity of the slimy glop and then hurled it into Paoli's surprised face. And Paoli, likewise, found her own mucky instrument of doom, a pail that might have been even larger. In a tit-for-tat retaliatory strike, she too used it to heave copious amounts of chocolate goo into the face of her coworker.

Over and over the two feministic fiends of the muck, used their objects to heap large quantities of chocolate slime upon the head, face, boobs and even the ass of their counterparts, all the while cursing their opponent in Espanol.

Finally, despite her weariness, Hikari got the upper hand. When an almost errant toss of chocolate slop, from her pail, caught Paoli in the face and temporarily blinded her, Hikari was able to seize the momentum.

With a quick shove, Hikari turned her opponent over and dunked her face into that sloppy brown muck. Able to get her knees onto her opponent's back and with one arm twisted behind her, Hikari finally gained submission when Paoli, out of desperation, tapped out.

"Ha bitch," Hikari managed to gasp out. "That'll teach you to steal MY man."

Despite being worn to a frazzle, herself, Hikari managed to roll over on her back in that man-made mess pool. Her opponent, all but wiped out, finally managed to raise her chocolate-coated face out of the sloppy mire. Looking as if she had been subjected to a bombardment of brown muck bombs, Paoli was able to finally reach a sitting position in the corner away from Hikari.

"I'm sorry, Hikari. If I had known, he meant so much to you . . . I never would have made a play for Bobby." Then after a brief pause, the muck-covered Latino added, "will you please forgive me."

There was a catch in her voice as if Paoli was trying to hold back tears.

"Oh Paoli," Hikari said through some stiffened sobs of her own, "It's alright. And I do forgive you." With that, the two former, and now newly reacquired friends gingerly made their way to each other, where they collapsed in each other's arms. Through tears the two friends comforted each other.

"Oh shit . . . Paoli," Hikari said when she saw the time on the clock, "Look at the time, if they catch as in here and find out we've wrecked the shoot, we'll both be looking for new jobs."

The newly reacquainted friends quickly made their way, slipping and sliding, to the back door, the one leading to the showers.

As she was leaving that mucky pigsty, though, the phone in Hikari's not-so-clean-anymore purse started ringing.

"Hello."

"Hey Hikari, glad I caught you. I got two tickets to that play you've been wanting to see. But it starts in an hour. Can you meet me at the front entrance to the theatre?"

Looking down at herself and seeing all the chocolate gunge that covered every square inch of her body, Hikari almost burst out laughing. "In an hour," knowing it would take almost forty minutes just to reach the theatre.

"Sure Bobby, I'll be there with rings on my fingers and bells on my toes. Just for you, honey."

Then she hung up and followed Paoli to the shower room all the while looking to see if anyone had spotted the two chocolate-coated hellcats.

Ha! An hour. Right. That's not going to happen. Not unless he wants me to show up looking like a refugee from a mudwrestling video. Hmm . . . I wonder.

But, as she turned on the hot water and directed the spray over her chocolate-covered head, Hikari had one last thought.

I wonder what it would be like . . . to do it . . . to do it with Bobby . . . in all that chocolate. Hmm.

Then, with a look of utter joy, Hikari directed the nozzle so the spray would hit her down there. You know . . . down there. Ha!