Early Sunday morning and a Taxi draws up at a factory building in Cyprus. Inside the taxi straight from the airport is the latest arrival from the Moscow Office - Ilaria N. Ilaria is very excited to have got the Cyprus assignment, she had managed to get the company to give it to her at the last moment as opposed to Tanya I. Ilaria is still in her travel clothes of her super tight jeans, tight beige top, brown sandals. The taxi driver has been ogling Ilaria's impressive figure and long blonde hair.

In addition to the internal audit role in the Cyprus office Ilaria has ben asked to call in on this client of the company to collect some documents by Tanya as she is not now able to go. Ilaria has decided to get this out of the way as soon as possible so has stopped on her way to her hotel.

Ilaria gets out of the taxi leaving her bags in it and plans to pop in her for the documents, get to her hotel and still have time to enjoy her Sunday on the beach before having to go to the office on Monday. The taxi driver gazes at Ilaria's bottom as she bends over to smooth out her jeans.

Ilaria approaches the door, as expected above it is the company name 'Cyprus Yoghurt Products' but there is also another, smaller sign on the door saying access is round the side, Ilaria follows this and finds an external staircase going up. This seems a bit odd but Ilaria climbs up keen to get this chore out of the way and onto the beach! The staircase is long and the door it leads to seems to be at the very top of the building but it is open so Ilaria goes in.

The interior is a bit dim but another helpful sign is pointing the way.

Ilaria sets off down the corridor, there is no one about but given its a Sunday that is not surprising. Ilaria had arranged to pick up the documents now by phone from Moscow shortly after she was cleared for the trip.

At the very end of the corridor is a door with yet another sign saying this is the way to reception! Ilaria sighs and pushes through. To her surprise the area beyond is more industrial in nature.

"Hello?" Shouts Ilaria but there is not reply. Ilaria goes the only way possible down a catwalk type passage. Ilaria is aware of the factory space below her but cannot make out any details or see anyone. At the end of the passage is a door with a now familiar type of sign saying 'Reception'

"At last" mutters Ilaria.

Ilaria opens the door and steps through but instead of a floor there is a small drop and Ilaria's foot comes down on a sloping smooth service. Ilaria struggles for balance, windmilling her arms but its no good her feet slip out from under her and she lands on her near perfect bottom!

Ilaria lets out a yell of both surprise and slight pain from falling on her bottom but then Ilaria notices she is moving! Ilaria seems to be on a shute or slide of some kind and she is now sliding down it! Ilaria looks round for some sort of handhold to stop her decent but the shute is smooth. Ilaria begins to pick up speed! Ilaria opens her legs to try and slow herself down but it's not really helping! Ilaria's shute merges with another one, if anything a bit steeper but a more crucial difference is this slide is covered in thick plain yogurt!

"Arrrrrggggghhhh!" Cries Ilaria as the cold yoghurt soaks her jeans! A pile of yoghurt quickly forms between Ilaria's legs and as she goes even faster yoghurt starts to splatter up her front soaking her top and then splattering into her face and glorious mane of blonde hair. Ilaria squeezes her legs together to stop the deluge of yoghurt hitting her in the face but this means she has to squash the pile of yoghurt between her thighs! Having got her legs together Ilaria manages to wipe her eyes clear only to see that the slide ends in a huge vat of thick yoghurt!

Ilaria hits the yoghurt at some speed and despite its thickness she disappears under the surface completely! There are a few signs of movement beneath the surface and then a white blob comes up above the surface. This is Ilaria's head. A hole appears in the yoghurt as Ilaria opens her mouth to get breath, she is now standing on the bottom of the yoghurt vat! Slowly Ilaria wades toward the edge of the vat. Once she reaches the edge she struggles to pull herself out of the white gloop! Ilaria's super fit figure is even more obvious in her tight yoghurt soaked clothes.

Ilaria manages to clamber, with no elegance whatsoever, onto the rim of the vat but getting footing in her yoghurt soaked shoes is hard and she wobbles on the edge! Ilaria windmills her arms for balance but to no avail, she topples backward, arms outstretched to land full length back in the yoghurt! Once again Ilaria fully submerges before surfacing.

Ilaria's second attempt to climb out of the vat is even less graceful than the first but she does manage to get out and roll onto the floor! Slowly Ilaria gets up, freely dripping yoghurt everywhere. Ilaria's impressive figure is even more apparent in her tight yoghurt soaked clothes.

"Ah you must be Ilaria" says a lady stepping out of the shadows, she is accompanied by a girl.

"Wha" splatters Ilaria.

"I am Natasha. I own this business and I am the Aunt to your colleague Tanya, who was supposed to be coming to Cyprus until you took her place."

Ilaria just stands dripping, clearly not quite getting it.

"So Tanya asked us to give you a special welcome, the first bit of which you just had! Now here we make yoghurt desserts with greek yoghurt with jam topping!"

Ilaria is still just standing there.

"You have got the yoghurt part of our 'welcome' and now we want to share the jam" explains Natasha slowly.

Ilaria manages to shake her head but offers no other resistance. The unnamed girl uncoils a transparent hose and pushes the end down the front of Ilaria's slimy jeans, then she does the same with another hose only this one she pushes down the back of Ilaria's jeans. Natasha meanwhile has got out a tray of paper plates stacked with strawberry jam. It's clear Ilaria cannot quite believe or keep up with what is happening here.

'So Ilaria, please enjoy our welcome!" Says Natasha and her assistant pulls a lever, immediately red strawberry syrup can be seen looping around the two hoses and quickly reaches the ends in Ilaria's jeans! Ilaria manages a groan as the sticky syrup is pumped into her clothes but is interrupted when Natasha pushes a plate of jam in her face! In quick succession more jam plates are rubbed into Ilaria's yoghurt drenched hair and two pies pressed onto her boobs! All the time more syrup is being pumped into her jeans! Ilaria's head is now a red sticky blob, her hair plastered to her scalp by yoghurt and jam! Ilaria's tight jeans are full, strawberry syrup is seeping back out over the waistband of the jeans.

The pumps are are turned off, the hoses pulled out of Ilaria's jeans and she is guided toward the front door which is close by. The door is opened and Ilaria is propelled out onto the street by both of her attackers pressing jam plates on her firm bottom!

"Goodbye Ilaria" says Natasha closing the doors leaving Ilaria on the street to share her humiliation with the wider world and particularly her taxi driver!