Ira and Bobby meet Gal Gadot (featuring Mira)

It was a Friday evening, and the town was abuzz with excitement. The latest of the Wonder Woman series was premiering in the downtown movie theater. This was Wonder Woman 5, and once again, it starred the famous Israeli actress, Gal Gadot. And everyone above the age of five knew she was in town promoting the film. There had been so-called Wonder Woman sightings all morning, and even into the afternoon. But now, as afternoon gave way to evening, and day turned to night, Robert Tomlinson of Chez Roberto's Chocolatier Emporium, sat down to dinner at the only five-star restaurant in town, which happened to be next door to the Frontier Theater where they had just finished the first showing of Wonder Woman 5.

Wow, I'm glad I made my reservation two months ago. With everyone going ape shit over this Wonder Woman movie everything is packed. It would probably have been McDonald's on the outskirts of town if I wanted to get something to eat before midnight.

Having seen the first showing of Wonder Woman 5, now it was time for dinner. And though he knew the famous actress was supposed to be there for the premier, Roberto was not looking, nor did he see her at the theater.

Now, however, as the famed chocolatier sat there, in his black, button-down shirt, with mother of pearl buttons, and designer blue jeans, he went over the fancy menu to decide what he wanted to eat. With a wink, Roberto then tipped his black, low-crown, Stetson Revenger cowboy hat, otherwise known as the "Little Joe" hat that Michel Landon always wore on the television show Bonanza, to his server.

Oh SHIT!

As Roberto scanned the room to see if he knew anyone or if any famous people, such as Gal Gadot, had arrived, the American chocolatier saw two stunning women walk in, trailing the Maître d'.

Oh shit . . . there goes dinner . . . probably all over me. Ha! And she's got that 'friend' of hers, too.

As he saw his nemesis, a woman he only knew as Ira, Roberto's jaw slammed shut in deep concentration.

"Fuck! What the hell is she doing here. Why can't she leave me alone," Roberto silently mouthed the words, as if talking to himself.

Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, the famous chocolatier, from across the Atlantic Ocean, tried to hide behind his menu, while taking in the scene that was unfolding in front of him. The two women who had just stepped through the main entrance were drop-dead gorgeous. Roberto's jaw almost came unhinged as he looked at the dark-haired girl first. Her all-white outfit, tight and clinging to each curve of her body, was enough to turn every head in the restaurant, even those who were female. The pants were hip huggers, a term some Americans used for 'really tight trousers.' And her sleeveless top, though mostly see-through, had the most important parts of her upper anatomy covered by what looked like long, leafy vines on an opaque white cloth.

From that white top, covering a very nice, pert, set of boobs, to the white slacks covering her mighty fine derriere, this woman knew how to showcase a very fit body. Her feet were encapsulated in a pair of simple, white, 4-inch heels. A magnificent wide-brimmed, white hat covered a luxurious mound of long dark hair. Roberto had seen Ira's friend before but couldn't place her name.

The woman who drew his ire, though, was the blonde dressed in grey. Though a few inches shorter than Roberto's 5'10" the statuesque golden-hair woman was quite stunning. From her gray dress with an open V-neck showing a very nice cleavage, to the gray pumps covering her feet, this woman, known to Roberto as Ira, was just as beautiful as her dark-haired friend. The alluring Muscovite's head was covered by a nice felt dome, or Derby-style, hat, gray to match the rest of her ensemble. Though he couldn't see it at the time, Ira was wearing a pale pink bra matching her delicate lace panties. He would, however, soon see them. Ha! All-in-all, Ira was an alluring woman.

But now as he saw his archenemy and her friend chatting away as they were being seated, Robert's blood started to simmer.

That little . . . ooh. If I . . . no. Not going there. I will not stoop that low.

But she had better not start anything today. Not today!

Though he had gotten the best of the motley duo, Robert was still nursing a grudge.

A trashed suit . . . and $400 for a new hat!

Though his suit was ruined, Roberto had more than made up for it by the destruction he had imparted upon the two wayward women. But what, still, stuck in his craw was how Ira had painted a bullseye on his butt before slamming a sloppy pie on it.

Oh, if only it was just Ira. Hmm, I wonder . . .

As he sat there pondering life's unfairness, Roberto saw Ira glance in his direction.

Shit! She's seen me.

Ira's eyes narrowed as a storm front crossed her face.

Fuck! It's him . . . Again!

Ira inwardly cringed at the memory of the public humiliation this horrible man had visited on her.

I don't believe it. Well, he had better not try anything today. I'm wearing my best dress, and this hat cost me 9,000 rubles.

"She's seen me," Roberto mumbled under his breath. What should I do? Maybe I should just leave.

As Ira started looking around for a pie, she pointed Roberto out to her friend.

Mira, that's her name.

Mira turned on the expert chocolatier with an evil eye. It was as if she were pointing daggers at him. Mira was clearly remembering what had happened to her before, particularly the bit with her panties.

Shit, what's that bit . . . oh no. No, you DON'T!

As Roberto watched, he saw Ira look over to the back corner of the main dining area, the corner where all the delicious, but messy desserts were.

Hmm. Well, well, well . . .

As Ira looked at all the mess just waiting to be used, she turned and gave a wicked grin in Roberto's direction.

There were pies and cakes on two tables. And on a table across from them, there were many rectangular containers of custard and chocolate sauce, plus an additional half dozen pitchers of dark brown, almost black, Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. And then, there was another table that had three or four large glass bowls of chocolate pudding.

Roberto saw Ira take Mira by the upper arm and start guiding her toward those tables.

NO, that's definitely four bowls of pudding, and each one has at least four or five gallons of the mucky brown stuff.

Seeing his antagonist's objective, Roberto quickly got up and started moving that way, himself.

Oh no, you don't. You're not getting in the first licks this time.

"She painted a bullseye on my ass, last time," Roberto mumbled under his breath. "Well, she's not getting away with it this time."

Just as he was starting to move, however, there was a commotion by the front door, and Roberto looked back and was shocked by what he saw.

I don't believe it . . .

Ira and Mira stopped and looked back as well. Both girls gasped in shock!

Oh my . . . goodness. It's her. It's really her . . . WOW!

There was Gal Gadot, dressed in costume as Wonder Woman, striding across the floor, heading towards Roberto's table.

Wow! She looks amazing.

All notions of the ongoing feud had temporarily left Roberto's thoughts. As she strode toward him, it was as if he had been teleported directly into a movie with Wonder Woman.

Ira looked at Mira, then back at Gal Gadot.

She looks so good, that figure. What a great bottom.

Roberto's eyes almost dropped out of his head.

Wow! She's even more beautiful than she appears on screen.

As she moved across the floor, heading toward Roberto, the movie star, famous for playing Wonder Woman, stopped to shake hands and take selfies with her fans.

Come to me. Please come to me. Roberto almost said his thoughts aloud. He had eyes only for the Wonder Woman star and had forgotten all about Ira and her friend.

But Ira had not forgotten about him.

I can't believe she's going to . . . HIM!

Seeing Roberto was distracted, Ira and her friend moved closer to the dessert tables. While he was fussing with the collar of his shirt, Ira was reaching for a large bright pink pudding pie.

When Gal Gadot reached his table, Roberto stood and gave a slight bow.

"Ms. Gadot," he said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. I have been a big fan for a long time."

The Israeli beauty returned his smile. "Thank you, sir. It's people like yourself who are the inspiration for me."

While Roberto was entranced by the beauty and charm of Wonder Woman herself, his enemy had other plans.

Hmm, I wonder if I can hit him with this pie from here.

Ira stood there, holding that pie, in both hands, weighing it carefully. The distance was about thirty feet.

This is going to be so good. He's not even paying attention to me, now.

As Ira stood there, with an evil grin on her pretty face, Roberto was enthralled with the attention that Gal Gadot had bestowed upon him. The entrepreneur, famous for his chocolates, had completely forgotten about his antagonist, but some inner sense, almost like Spider Man's tingling, told him to look back over his shoulder.

And he looked back just in time to see Ira cock her arm back and let fly with a very large pink pie.

"Oh Shit!" Roberto cried. Instinctively, he ducked.

SPA-LATTTTT!

Roberto heard a loud splat behind him, and he knew what that meant. When he ducked, Ira's pie had missed him by inches, but NOT Gal Gadot.

With unerringly accuracy, that big, messy, pink strawberry pudding pie had hit Gal Gadot squarely in her face. To say she was a mess would be an understatement.

It was as if that pie had been a large pink muck bomb, and it had exploded on contact with Gal's face.

Pink slop covered her entire face and much of Gal's scalp. Even as Roberto looked at her, slimy pink goo slithered down off Gal's face and landed in the valley between her amazing breasts. Gal's jaw sagged down in shock and surprise.

Oh shit!

"Shit," Roberto exclaimed faintly as he saw what Ira's errant pie had done to the beautiful movie star's face.

Roberto heard Ira's gasp as the entire room had grown silent. Looking back at her, he saw Ira holding her hands to her face, a look of horror covering her soft features.

He saw both Ira and Mira frozen in shock.

Then Roberto looked at Gal Gadot. She stood there, Wonder Woman herself, in shock. As pink gunge ran down her face and over her magnificent boobs, Roberto saw a look of sheer rage cross the Israeli bombshell's face.

Uh oh.

"Excuse me, sir," Gal Gadot said in a very soft, yet bristly tone. Then she started walking across the room to where two very frightened young women stood.

She seems to have gotten that slop out of her eyes. Oh shit . . .

Ira started mumbling apologies as the famous actress from Israel approached.

"I . . . I . . . am . . . I am . . .I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

"Oh, that's okay, dearie. Think nothing of it," the beautiful woman from Israel said.

But then, she picked up a large, chocolate cream pie and smashed it into Ira's beautifully made up face.

"Think nothing of it, at all, dearie."

As brown muck and white foam splattered all over Ira's face and the front of her scalp, Mira cried out, "It was a mistake. How dare you . . ."

But before she could finish her sentence, Gal Gadot had picked up a second chocolate pie.

"How dare I!"

And without a further word, Gal Gadot, Wonder Woman herself, slapped that pie into a surprised Mira's face.

But she wasn't through yet. The Wonder Woman star slammed another chocolate pie into the front of Mira's beautiful white top, right over her boobs. And then, to add insult to injury the dark-haired beauty ran the remnants of that messy pie down the front of Mira, over her stomach and then to a halt at her crotch, where Gal finished her messy assault by grinding the brown muck into the juncture where Mira's legs came together. With a big, long swath of gooey brown mess running down the center of Mira's body, to go along with the mess that first pie made to her face, Mira was a trainwreck and in clear shock over the mess on her new white outfit!

"I didn't ask you to butt in, BITCH!"

Shit! She doesn't take any crap, does she?

As Roberto stood there, in silence, looking from Gal Gadot to Mira to Ira and back, he was flabbergasted at the sight of the three women.

Gal Gadot looked like a balloon of pink paint had exploded in her face. Her face was covered with strawberry pudding and even much of her scalp had been invaded by that messy slop. As bits of pie crust fell from Gal's muck-covered face, slimy pink goo slithered down into that natural valley between her beautiful breasts. To say Gal Gadot was a mess would have been an understatement.

Ira, Roberto's long-standing nemesis, however, hadn't faired any better. When Gal Gadot slammed that monstrous, especially gooey, chocolate cream pie into her face, it was with the force of an artillery barrage. The mess from that muck bomb covered Ira's entire face and the front of her scalp. To say she was a mess would be a misnomer. Ira's beautiful make-up job was ruined.

But Mira, Ira's long-time friend, was the worst case. Having taken two of those really big, really gooey chocolate cream pies, Mira's state of messiness was so much more. The first pie had destroyed her make-up job, too, but the second one ruined her all-white outfit. When that first pie hit Mira's face it dislodged her big floppy white hat but not before covering a huge portion of it with brown muck.

But the second pie, the one that Gal Gadot slammed over Mira's boobs and then slathered it all the way down her chest and to her crotch, had to have ruined that white pant suit.

Wow! That outfit is ruined.

"THAT"S IT!"

Roberto looked up just in time to see Ira, steaming mad behind all the chocolate muck on her face, pick up a pair of extra-large flans filled to overflowing with stewed applesauce and whipped cream topping. He noticed her shout had gotten the attention of Gal Gadot as it had everyone else in the dining room.

And then, in what seemed like slow-motion Roberto saw Ira slam those extra-large vessels of mess into the sides of Wonder Woman's head in what is referred to as a pie sandwich.

"Oh Shit," Roberto silently said as he tried to stay well back in the background.

As that slimy mess slid down the sides of Gal Gadot's face, she turned on Ira and slapped a three-layer chocolate cake down on top of her head.

My Hat! No!

"My hat," Ira wailed as that gooey chocolate mess crushed it and plastered her hair in thick brown mess.

Ira's beautiful blonde hair was no longer yellow as a sun's ray. It was covered with dark brown muck. That fancy hairdo that cost 15,000 rubles, done just that morning, was completely ruined.

But as the movie star folded her arms across her chest to see how Ira would respond to her latest assault, Mira struck back with a vengeance.

Ira's dark-haired friend calmy picked up a two-liter pitcher of custard and poured it down the front of Gal's Wonder Woman costume.

"Arrgghh!" Gal Gadot shrieked as that cold slime ran down onto her 'golden globes.' Ha!

A big grin crossed Ira's mucky face as she watched her friend completely cover Wonder Woman's impressive breasts with that yellow slime.

"Oh shit . . . shit, shit, shit," the star of five Wonder woman movies stammered when that cold sludge ran down her boobs and then over her stomach.

"YOU FUCKING Bit . . .," the Israeli actress started before catching herself.

OH, that fucking little bitch . . . I am so going to . . .

"Okay," the movie star said when the slimy pour was finally over. She quickly walked to the end of that long table and picked up one of those large bowls of chocolate pudding. And talk about messy, each of those heavy glass bowls held five gallons of creamy chocolate pudding.

And then, without further ado, Gal Gadot upended that bowl all over the top of Mira's head.

That pudding flowed onto Mira's already ruined hair and then down her face. It dropped down onto her boobs before streaking down her no-longer white trousers. Once again, Mira had been on the receiving end of a truly epic messy assault by one of the founding members of the Justice League.

If only Batman and Superman had been here to see this. Ha!

As Roberto looked around at the three thoroughly trashed women, he couldn't believe his good fortune. With all the pies and cakes and goo of all kinds flying around, Roberto was still unscathed. That would not, unfortunately, last much longer.

But now, the actress, famous for playing Wonder Woman turned back toward Ira.

"Hmm, you started this."

And then she picked up a second bowl of the messy chocolate pudding.

"I did! But only because he assaults me regularly with pies," Ira turned her evil gaze as well as a muck-encrusted finger at Roberto.

As Gal looked at him, Roberto tried to hide in the background. So far, he had remained clean and wanted to keep it that way. He should have known that was too good to be true.

Oh shit!

"Ms. Gadot, she has ALWAYS started it!" Roberto stated while looking at Ira. "I was only defending myself."

As Ira started to refute Roberto's allegations, Gal looked her up and down and then simply said to Ira, "Maybe you're right. But . . . I . . . don't . . . care!"

And then she dumped that bowl of sloppy pudding over Ira's head.

As that brown sludge gushed down the front of Ira's already ruined dress, she started sputtering and spitting up brown goo, as the beautiful blonde from Moscow had inadvertently ingested some of the chocolate muck as she breathed in at the wrong moment.

Roberto couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

Unfortunately, Ira heard Roberto's laugh.

Meanwhile Mira had recovered sufficiently enough to push the movie star over the back of a chair. Lifting up the extremely short blue skirt Mira slammed first one strawberry pudding pie, and then another over Gal's very fit bottom. As those pies hit with a resounding SPLAT, the latest actress to play Wonder Woman saw her rear end get completely covered with pinkish glop.

"Oh Shit," a rather subdued Israeli actress whispered when she looked back and saw the state of her tight butt.

Roberto laughed, just a small chuckle, at the famous actress's discomfort, but then he saw Ira's eyes glaze over in fury. And then she charged.

"Oh shit," Roberto cried out as he grabbed a pitcher of chocolate sauce to defend himself.

But Ira had other plans as she hit the base of that pitcher with her upturned hand, sending a stream of brown sauce into his face.

"You little bitch," Roberto yelled as he picked up a second pitcher of chocolate sauce and poured it down the front of Ira's dress, right in that great spot that her dress created to show off her cleavage.

"SHIT! You son-of-a-bitch!"

RUINED! My pale pink bra is ruined. And it cost me . . .

While chocolate goo ran out of Ira's bra and down her chest and stomach before dripping from the bottom of her ruined dress, a storm cloud arose over her head. A look of outrage came over Ira's mucky face.

You son-of-a-bitch. This is all your fault.

Swiftly Ira plucked off Roberto's $400 Stetson Revenger black cowboy hat and softly tipped another pitcher of the dark brown, almost black chocolate sauce into it. Then she planted it onto his mucky head.

"Oh Fuck! Not another hat," Roberto wailed as the chocolate gunk ran down his head and over his shoulders.

Shit! There goes another $400. That little . . .

But not to be outdone by his antagonistic opponent, Roberto ran for one of the two remaining bowls of chocolate pudding.

Meanwhile, Mira's attention was distracted while watching Roberto and her good friend, Ira, trash each other. This allowed Gal Gadot time to reach out and pull down Mira's no-longer white trousers.

Ira screamed, "don't do it!" But not in time to save her friend's humiliation.

Roberto had almost stopped at the sight of seeing Mira's pants being pulled down by his new-found BFF, or best friend forever. But Ira's scream had refocused his attention on his mucky target. And while Gal was stuffing chocolate pudding, she had scooped up off the floor, down the back of Mira's high-waisted panties, Roberto poured five gallons of chocolate pudding over Ira's head. And unfortunately for her, Ira had looked up at just that moment.

Roberto snorted out a half laugh when he saw what Gal Gadot had done to Mira. However, Ira's howl of rage at the messy destruction he had piled on her startled him so that when she gave him a violent shove, he stumbled back and sat on a big chocolate cake.

SPLOOSH!

While he looked back to see how much damage was done to the seat of his britches, Ira slowly poured bright yellow custard all over Roberto's lap.

As he felt the mucky yellow liquid soaking into his pants and onto his tidy whities, Robert felt a thickening in his groin.

Why is it, they always go for my balls?

Starting to get a little hot under the collar, Roberto started looking for more messy ammunition. He noticed, however, that Mira had recovered in her little battle with the Israeli beauty and had dumped a bowl of trifle over her head.

Roberto picked up a cake, the one he had, as a favor, personally decorated for the Mogollan's 30th Anniversary. The four-layer pink cake was beautifully decorated with bright red frosting and strawberry halves forming the words, Happy 30th Anniversary.

Due to Roberto's anger, though, that cake would not be at the Mogollan's party. Instead, it wound up on Ira's face.

But he wasn't done with this latest round of mucky retribution. While Gal Gadot was rubbing a chocolate pie onto the front of Mira's panties, Roberto took Ira, still half-blinded from all the pinkish gunk in her eyes and bent her over a table. Then before she could react, he lifted her beautiful gray dress and slammed a big gooey custard pie onto the pretty blonde's rear end.

Shit! You Bastard. Those were my NEW panties.

"You Son-of-a . . . NO!"

When Ira looked back to see how much damage the custard pie had done to her pale pink panties, she saw that Roberto had not finished with his latest round of humiliation.

Unable to believe what she was seeing, Ira cringed when the first of a full two-liter pitcher of chocolate sauce was poured into the back of her panties by the thoroughly trashed Roberto.

You fucking bastard. I am so going to . . . Oh Fuck!

"Fuck, that is so cold." The withering look that Ira gave Roberto would have shriveled up the most beautiful rose as if alum had been poured over it.

"Roberto, I am going to . . ."

Roberto just grinned as he continued to pour the brown sauce down Ira's panties, first from the rear and then down the front, too. He knew just how cold that muck was.

When Ira finally regained her feet, she looked whipped, beaten, defeated, utterly devoid of dignity. And Roberto was sure he had finally beaten his fiery blonde adversary.

But Ira proved she still had fight left in her. Though shuddering from the chill in her underwear and knowing she was a thorough mess, Ira managed to force Roberto back into that chocolate cake that he had sat in just a few moments before. And she wasn't finished with him.

Ha! You think you're going to get away with trashing me however you want. Well, let's see how you like it when the shoe is on the other foot.

To Roberto's horror, Ira pulled off his $900 pair of black cowboy boots and then, as he watched, she filled each boot, one at a time, with lemon pudding.

My boots . . .

"My boots," Roberto wailed.

But then it got worse. Ira forced them back onto his feet. With a splooshing sound, yellow gunge flowed over the top of each boot as Ira, one at a time, put them back on Roberto's feet.

"Oh, fuck."

Even my boots. You are a cold-blooded bitch.

"Really!"

But Ira just gave Roberto a snide grin, before sticking out her tongue.

How do you like that, Buddy Boy!

Looking over to see how Gal was doing in her on-going messy battle with Mira, Roberto saw Ira's friend was rubbing chocolate pie over Gal's bare thighs.

Okay, you want to get mean and nasty, I've got just the thing for you, IRA!

Once again, Roberto reached for his favorite messy substance, chocolate. This time it was a pitcher of chocolate custard.

As he approached Ira, though, she stood there with her hands on hips, staring at him, almost as if daring him.

Now, if there's ever been a dare, you're asking for it.

"Let's see how you like it, Ira, when the shoe is on the other foot."

"What's that supposed to . . . OH SHIT!" Ira cried out when Roberto grabbed the top of her mucky dress and pulled it away from her goo-drenched body.

"Don't you DARE . . ."

"FUCK!"

With a firm hand on Ira's dress along with a great view of her pretty pink bra and perky breasts, Roberto started pouring that chocolate custard down Ira's dress and directly onto her boobs. That bra, new this morning, and having escaped much of the messy destruction, was no longer wearable.

As Ira's jaw sagged open, Roberto continued to pour that messy muck all over the blonde's boobs. When he finished with his messy pour, Ira's tits were completely saturated with brown muck and that bra was ruined beyond all measure.

As Ira stood there in abject humiliation, Roberto watched Gal Gadot push Mira's face into a lemon cake. Then he planted another two big, gooey, chocolate pudding pies into Ira's slop-covered face.

Shit. When it rains, it pours. I am SO going to get that son-of-a-bitch . . .

But Ira wasn't beaten yet. She quickly swiped Roberto's hat from his mucky head and dumped a catering-size bucket of chocolate syrup over his head, and even left the bucket over his head.

Oh shit!

As that sticky brown, almost black, chocolate syrup ran down his head and into his shirt, Roberto could hear the onlookers laughing at him. He was a complete mess.

It took almost two minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Roberto, before that syrup stopped running its course. And he stood there, the entire time, with that bucket over his head, and he took it.

But before he could remove the bucket of brown gunk, Ira reached over and pulled down his trousers, further humiliating the master of chocolate. And as the entire group of partygoers watched, it was apparent that Roberto had an enormous hard-on.

Great . . . that's just great. I can't believe she just did that.

While all this was going on, Mira had managed to make Gal Gadot sit in a very large, and VERY messy, white cream cake. The Israeli's bottom, though still covered in chocolate grime, now carried a hefty load of white muck, too.

"Okay," Roberto said while he slowly lifted his pants, "so you want to get REALLY mean and nasty."

"Well, two can play that game," the American chocolatier stated with a tone of finality. And he saw a look of trepidation cross the pretty blonde's mucky face.

Roberto saw his enemy combatant back up a step, perhaps in fear as she realized that she had crossed a line.

While Mira was pouring maple syrup into Gal's boots, Roberto grabbed the last two chocolate pudding pies and slammed them into Ira's face so she couldn't see what was coming next.

"Mmmmfff . . ."

Shit . . . what's next. I shouldn't have . . .

"Now that YOU can't see anything, let's see how it feels to you . . . to have your clothes ripped off. HA!"

Oh Fuck.

And with that statement, Roberto grabbed the top of Ira's dress and yanked it all the way down to her ankles, leaving the blonde beauty standing there in her ruined bra and a pair of panties that could barely stay up. With all the muck that had flowed into them they hardly provided protection for her lower level of feminine desirability.

As the blonde Muscovite stood there shivering, partly from all the cold muck covering her near naked body, but mostly from fear, she saw what Roberto had picked up, and Ira gasped in horror.

For Roberto had picked up a cake. It wasn't any ordinary cake. This chocolate cake was a monster. Whereas the normal size for most cakes is either eight or nine inches, this one, which Roberto had named the Chocolate Overload Cake, was a sixteen-inch square cake. And it had four layers of the finest chocolate fudge available. Although she couldn't see what was inside the cake, there was a full inch of the most decadent chocolate mousse between each of those four layers. And on top of the cake, WOW! That's all I can say. This cake would have made a diabetic go into insulin shock. There were two inches of milk chocolate buttercream frosting on the top and down the sides of the cake. It was a mess waiting to happen. But it wasn't just the cake that caused Ira to cringe in fear. It was the look on Roberto's face, or rather the lack of expression that covered his muck-coated face. The "master of chocolate" known far and wide for his expertise on chocolate-making, was completely devoid of any expression as he slowly approached the shivering chocolate-covered figure waiting for him.

Ira managed to get one eye open enough to see what was coming. She quickly closed it, not wanting to see what was going to happen to her.

SPLLLOOOSSHHH!

With a loud splooshing noise, Roberto got his final last full measure of revenge. He slapped that cake into Ira's face so hard that it literally exploded on contact. Chocolate goo, gunk, gunge, muck, whatever, it went everywhere. The front of Ira's face disappeared in a sea of brown muck. Her blonde hair, already discolored from the previous chocolate assaults, now carried a new layer of mess. Her shoulders were buried under brown gunk and even the tops of her no longer pink bra was covered under a layer of that muck.

But Roberto wasn't finished. The horror story still had another chapter.

You want to humiliate me, do you . . . well let's see how you like this.

As Ira stood there, shaking like a leaf in a heavy wind, Roberto pulled open her muck-stained bra with one hand and started stuffing some of the gooiest parts of the cake, where the mousse had softened the cake into an almost pudding-like consistency, directly onto her bare chocolate-covered boobs. Now, they carried an additional layer of chocolate muck. And when he finished, Roberto let go of that stretched-to-its-limits bra and with a loud snapping sound, that piece of pink cloth slapped back in place so hard that some of that muck splattered on Roberto's face. But he didn't care. Roberto was having too much fun.

As Roberto continued his mucky assault southward, smearing chocolate muck all over Ira's stomach, making sure there were no clean spots, until he finally reached that magnificent juncture of womanhood, the place where her two legs came together. And to add insult to injury, Roberto pulled open those ruined panties and started shoveling in all the mucky chocolate cake, filling and frosting that was left from that exploding muck bomb. He ground it in, until Ira's panties were all but falling off her body. Then Roberto stepped back.

"How do you like them apples, Ira?"

The fight gone completely out of her, Ira sagged down onto a chair, the same chair that she had forced Roberto to sit on the chocolate cake. And the messy remnants of that cake were still there. But she didn't even notice it. Nor would anyone else have been able to see it through all the chocolate muck that was on her.

Looking over to see how his new bestie had fared in her battle with Ira's friend, Roberto saw that Gal had forced Mira to sit in a bright orange, and very messy cake. And she was pouring what looked like a full gallon of custard over Mira's head. Mira looked like she, too, was out of resistance, with a look of utter despair on her gunge-plastered face.

But the mess wasn't quite finished. Roberto found one last pie, a custard pie with a lot of whipped cream on the top. Picking it up, he turned to Gal Gadot.

"Ms. Gadot," he said, "since this person is the one that started it, would you like the honor of finishing it?"

As the Israeli actress accepted the pie, while looking at a defeated and thoroughly cowed Ira, she winked at her new BFF.

"Why thank you, sir. But please, please call me Gal." And then with added emphasis, she said, "All my friends do!"

And then, Gal Gadot, Wonder Woman herself, slapped that last messy pie firmly into Ira's face. Then she took Roberto's arm and the two walked away to a standing ovation from the more-than-overjoyed customers in the restaurant.