Another 'Lady Caroline' story based on a real experience.

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LADY CAROLINE WALKER
JOURNALIST EXTRAORDINAIRRE

Lady Caroline visits a Beauty Salon.


Lady Caroline Walker was the third daughter of a line of minor British nobility who had been forced, her family having lost all its money, to earn her own living. She had been taken on in the role of Society Columnist at a magazine owned by one of her father's chums. The Editor had not been at all pleased at being foisted with this, as he saw it, useless young woman. Somewhat to the surprise of both of them, Lady Caroline proved to have a real aptitude for journalism and, gradually and grudgingly, earned the respect of her Editor.

Caroline's most recent piece had been a review of the "Fat Fuck" restaurant at St Leonard's-on-Sea. The experience had been most bizarre (see earlier story) but the piece she had written had gone down well with the readership. Several readers had written to the paper saying how much they had enjoyed Caroline's article and declaring their intention of making an early booking at the Fat Fuck themselves. (A surreptitious phone call to the restaurant by the Editor confirmed that trade had indeed increased as a result of Caroline's review.)

So the next time the Editor found that he needed a reporter to cover a slightly offbeat story, his thoughts immediately turned to Caroline. One morning Caroline was summoned to the Editor's office where she was presented with an advertising flyer describing the services offered by a new beauty salon somewhere in the East Midlands. The flyer promoted: "Candy's Culinary Cornucopia; designed to enhance the beauty of all fashionable women." Well Caroline was certainly a woman who prided herself on being fashionable and, without being boastful; she knew that with her blonde hair and willowy figure she was undoubtedly quite a beauty.

"This has just come in the post, the Editor announced, handing the flyer to Caroline. "It sounds a bit out of the ordinary, so should be right up your street. Pop up to Hinkley and try the place out." "And where precisely is 'Hinkley'?" enquired Caroline, wrinkling her aristocratic nose in disgust at having to go to some place far from the fleshpots of London. "I don't know", responded her Editor; "Look it up on Google Maps. It is somewhere in Leicestershire I believe." "Oh that's not so bad" cried Caroline. "Leicestershire is a perfectly acceptable county. In fact I shall be travelling there next week for a party given by one of Daddy's hunting chums." "Well you can combine work with pleasure and review this new salon on the way to your party, the Editor instructed. So, clutching the flyer in her hand, Caroline returned to her desk and googled 'Hinkley' on her computer.

Hinkley turned out to be a small town just off the M69 motorway. "Oh that will be convenient", thought Caroline, "I won't have to go far out of my way en route to the party." Finding the telephone number on the flyer, Caroline rang Candy's Cornucopia. A woman answered the phone and introduced herself as 'Candy'. In response to Caroline's enquiry, Candy announced that; "I do indeed have a free appointment I could offer you next Friday. It would be at 4:00 pm; would that be convenient?" A 4:00pm appointment for a full beauty makeover was going to mean that Caroline would cut it fine if she were to arrive at the party in time for dinner. Still she didn't want to have to go north twice so she accepted the booking, explaining her dilemma to Candy. "Oh that needn't be a problem", said Candy confidently. "You can change into your party frock before the makeover so as to save time afterwards." This didn't sound quite right to Caroline, but beggars can't be choosers, so she went ahead with what Candy was suggesting.

The following Friday Caroline set off from London after lunch with her party gear packed in a small valise. She made good time driving up the motorway and arrived outside Candy's establishment just before 4 o'clock. It seemed an odd location for a beauty salon, being situated in an ordinary terraced house in a cul-de-sac off Hinkley High Street. However, Caroline persisted and knocked on the door. A pretty, dark-haired woman opened the door. "You must be Caroline", she said with a smile of greeting; "I'm Candy, do come in". Caroline stepped inside into what appeared to be a combined sitting room-come-office.

"Excuse the mess" apologised Candy "only I have only been open in these premises for a few weeks and already bookings are much higher than I had anticipated. Now I know you are in a bit of a hurry, so I have taken the liberty of preparing various treatments for you to try in advance. These are fairly representative of the sort of service I provide, so you will get a good idea of how my 'Culinary Cornucopia' operates." "I was going to ask you about the name" said Caroline. "It is a rather odd title for a beauty salon, isn't it?" Candy explained that her approach to beauty therapy differed somewhat from more conventional salons. "I use a lot of food products in my treatment" she said. "I find that sweet things in particular produce a most delightful effect on my clients." "I can hardly wait to see for myself", exclaimed Caroline excitedly.

Candy showed Caroline into a bathroom where she changed into her party clothes and put on her makeup; "I know Candy will clean this off in a few minutes" she mussed to herself, "but I can't be seen in all my party togs without a bit of slap on!" Caroline was very prettily dressed. Under her frock she was wearing a purple bra, pink panties and sheer black hose. Her sleeveless, blue-purple evening dress had ruches down its length and fell to mid-thigh. Caroline's shoes were a brand new pair of black suede, peep-toed, platform pumps, with a five inch heel. Her blonde hair was beautifully coiffured she had visited her hairdresser the previous day and her jewellery, whilst discrete, was clearly of good quality.

Taking a final look in the mirror, Caroline returned to the sitting room to find that Candy had also changed her clothes. She was now wearing a smart black dress with three-quarter sleeves and a plunging v-neckline that revealed spectacular cleavage and creamy white breasts. Caroline felt unexpected warmth in her belly. "Mmm" she thought, "Candy is quite some girl, but I wonder why she has put on a 'going out' dress and heels when she is about to give me a makeover in her salon?" She did not have to wait long to find out!!

Candy led Caroline upstairs and into what had, at one time been a bedroom. The original mirrored wardrobes still lined one wall but now, in place of the bed, a very large paddling pool took up the middle of the floor. Candy stepped into this and indicated that Caroline should follow her. Somewhat puzzled, Caroline did as she was told. As the two women faced each other, both attired in pretty party dresses and heels, Candy picked up a bowl full of a chocolate coloured material. "This is a special chocolate preparation" she explained, "It works wonders for the condition of your skin"; so saying she took a handful of the mixture and proceeded to smear it up Caroline's left arm. "Be careful" Caroline snapped, "You very nearly got some of that on my dress;" "What, you mean like this?" said Candy with a smile as she proceeded to wipe her chocolate covered hand across the bodice of Caroline's dress. Caroline looked aghast at the sticky chocolate clinging to her new frock. Suddenly her temper snapped and she too thrust her hands into the bowl of chocolate. Grapping a double handful, she threw in straight into Candy's face. Candy burst out laughing; "Now you are getting it" she said and immediately tipped the remainder of the chocolate down Caroline's bosom.

Next Candy picked up a bowl of some yellow substance. "Lemon sauce; very good for the hair" she announced as the contents were unceremoniously poured over Caroline's carefully arranged locks. Sticky yellow sauce dripped down her face and her hair hung heavily across her eyes. Caroline shook her head to get the goo out of her eyes and grinned with pleasure as gobbets of the stuff splattered down the front of Candy's dress. Caroline was starting to experience a sense of déjvu. The treatment she was receiving at Candy's beauty salon was in so many ways similar to what she had experienced at the Fat Fuck restaurant. Well if the earlier experience was anything to go by, her clothes were as yet nowhere near as messy as they would be later!

"I think it is about time you gave me a treatment or two" Candy announced, handing Caroline a carton of custard. Caroline wasted no time in emptying the whole carton over Candy's head. Her raven hair turned blonde immediately and a stream of custard ran down her face and dripped inexorably into her cleavage. "Oh I do love custard!" Candy squealed and, lifting up the front of Caroline's dress, proceeded to pour another carton-full inside her panties. Caroline's eyes widened and her breathing shortened as the cold custard slid into her crotch. Candy reached down and gently massaged the outside of Caroline's tights, forcing the custard into even more intimate areas of her groin.

"Oh I so do have to pay you back for that" groaned Caroline, grabbing a tin of condensed milk. She spun Candy round; hitched up the back of her dress; and poured the entire contents of the tin into her knickers. Dropping the empty tin, Caroline thrust both her hands inside Candy's pants and rubbed the condensed milk all over her voluptuous bottom. Candy moaned with pleasure and, turning, embraced Caroline with open arms. In no time at all the two women were kissing each other, their tongues gently licking custard and chocolate off each others lips. "As soon as I saw you I sensed you had a lesbian side", murmured Candy. "Well I wasn't aware of it before" replied Caroline between kisses, "but I am certainly not complaining now!" "Don't worry" Candy continued. "I'm not a predatory person; it is just that these treatments work best when both client and therapist are relaxed and at ease together."

"I think it is time for you to have another treatment", announced Candy, upending a bottle of chocolate sauce over Caroline's once blonde locks. "I thought it might be fun to see what you look like as a brunette!" she announced with a giggle. Next she had Caroline turn round and lift the hem of her short, tight dress. Candy grinned wickedly as she showed Caroline a bowl of spaghetti hoops in a rich orange coloured sauce. "You aren't going to pour that into my knickers, are you?" Caroline asked in horror. "Just wait and see" was Candy's evil reply and Caroline shuddered as the clammy mess made its way down inside her lingerie. Candy snapped Caroline's tights back in place and gave her a playful slap on the bottom.

By now the bottom the paddling pool was well covered in slop and Caroline was having trouble standing up. She noted with sorrow that her pretty suede shoes were all slimed with chocolate, custard and tomato sauce. "Ah well, another pair of shoes for the dustbin!" she thought resignedly. Candy was also having difficulty in staying upright, so she kicked off her shoes and sank to the floor of the pool. "I think you had better come down here with me" she advised Caroline; so she too sat down, gasping as her spaghetti-filled panties squelched into the goo.

A further bout of kissing ensued before Candy reached for a very large bucket and proceeded to pour a vast amount of porridge all over Caroline. She was totally immersed in the stuff and, when she had finally cleared her eyes and could see once more, she was amazed to see that no trace of purple could be seen on her dress. From head to foot she was a uniform shade of beige under a coating of warm, sticky porridge. "That's not fair", she cried out. "You deserve some of this as well!" and immediately proceeded to stuff handfuls of porridge down Candy's knickers. For some inexplicable reason, Candy did not seem to have any objections to this rough handling!

By now both women were smothered in food, with clothes that hang heavy upon them. "Oh dear" cried Candy suddenly; "I appear to have just poured a bucket of green cake batter all over myself!" "I want some of that", responded Caroline and a brief food fight ensued as both girls slung handfuls of mess at each other. Peace was finally declared with a sensual bout of kissing.

By now there wasn't a great deal of new material left for either woman to apply to the other. Caroline could see a couple of cans of spray cream on a table, but lacked the energy to get up and retrieve them. So the two ladies settled back comfortably in the deep goo at the bottom of the paddling pool and gently caressed each other, with occasional quick, affectionate kisses. In an odd way none of this was sexual just two women enjoying each other's physicality. Both were satiated with sploshing.

Eventually Candy sighed and said; "Well if you are going to get to your party, I guess we had better climb out of here and get you cleaned up." Caroline burst out laughing. "How on earth do you think I am going to be able to go to a Hunt Dinner and party looking like this?" she enquired. "I am an absolute wreck and this dress is fit for nothing. Still you are right; it is about time we got cleaned up; I for one am starting to get a bit cold." The two friends clambered out of the paddling pool; stripped off their dresses and, in their underwear, scooped as much goo as they could into buckets. They then padded gingerly across to the bathroom where they stripped off their remaining clothes and showered and washed their hair. Caroline was surprised just how much food adhered to her body.

When both girls were clean, they dried off and retired to separate rooms to find their clothes. Caroline clambered back into the things that she had worn on her drive up to Leicestershire; her party clothes were fit only for the dustbin. When she went downstairs to the sitting room, Candy was ahead of her. "What are you going to do now, if you are no longer going to your party?" she enquired of Caroline. "I don't know", replied Caroline; "Drive back to London I guess." "Why not come round to the pub with me" suggested Candy; "We can get the right side of a few glasses of white wine, and, who knows, we might even pull a couple of fellas." "Sounds good to me", replied Caroline, so the two of them wandered over to the nearby pub. On the way Caroline reflected; "Well that was another 'off the wall' experience; I wonder how my Editor is going to react when I tell him that if he wants the full story written up, he is going to have to approve the purchase of a new evening dress and shoes on my expenses!"