(continued from Lauren's Story - Chapter 44...)

(This chapter is told by Jessica to Lauren...)
I was 20 years old, going to school at the community college, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I was working as a bartender/waitress at Dave's, which is no longer in existence. I hung out with some of the other ladies that worked there. Some of them were older, a couple were younger than me, but we all went out after work to someone's apartment. It must have been late spring, early summer, when we hired a new girl named Sandy. She was sweet and at first very quiet and reserved around the rest of us. After a few weeks she had asked for a weekend off, which was when we made most of our money so someone was always willing to pick up her shift. I felt bad for her and wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing. You know, I'm always watching out for people. Apparently she had plans to hang out with a friend that weekend. When I pushed her for more info she clearly didn't want to share so I finally dropped it. But I only dropped it to her face. I started snooping on her. You know, the normal stalking that used to happen before Facebook.
On Saturday morning, she came by the bar to pick up her check and I happened to be there doing the same thing. I followed her when she left and she ended up at a big house in town. It was strange because I knew what she made and nobody that age really hung out with anyone rich enough to afford this house. But then I got really worried about her, and thought she might be selling herself, you know, prostitution? I thought she was too nice for that. So I jumped out of my car and ran up to her before she got up to the door of the house.
I scared her when I ran up behind her. She laughed when I asked if she was ok. She said she was and said everything that happened there was ok. I didn't believe her so she finally decided to let me come in with her. But she warned me that there was some weird stuff going on in there and she really enjoyed it, but that I might not. I was 20 years old, nothing was going to scare me.
We went inside and there were a few other ladies there, ranging in age from their mid-30's down to Sandy's age, which I guessed was 19. They were all in various states of dress, or undress. I assumed at that point that it must be some sort of "orgy" thing and that I would probably leave as soon as the action started.
Then she introduced me to Ken. He was in his mid-30's, not exactly the most attractive guy I had ever seen, but ok for a guy that was 35ish. He had a beer gut and was clearly going to be bald at some point. But he was super friendly and although I could tell he was checking me out, I never felt threatened. He said that I could stay if I wanted, but that everyone there would be having some fun shortly. I didn't know what that meant, but I was curious so I stayed. I mean I didn't have to be at work until that night, so I surely had enough time.
That's when things went crazy...Sandy went into another room and changed clothes. She came out wearing a bikini, with a cover up. She asked if I wanted to change, and I debated it, decided that it was the best way to keep an eye out for Sandy, and went into the room to change. Sandy found me a bikini and then she led me out to the back yard. That's when I got really confused...There were about 10 or 12 other women out by the pool, all in bikinis. Everyone was laughing and talking and several of the ladies came up to Sandy and gave her a hug. Back behind the pool was one of those big tents that people set up when they tailgate at a football game. You could have fit probably 15 people underneath it. And inside of it were two big covered things. I would later find out what was under those big covers...
A couple more ladies came out and then Ken finally joined all of us. He was in a t-shirt and shorts, which I thought was a little weird since everyone else was in a bikini. I mean, how was this supposed to work? He gathered everyone around him and thanked them for coming, calling out several ladies, including Sandy, that were apparently regulars to this sort of thing. He also thanked everyone that had never been there before, which was me and this other girl named, Claire. Claire was probably a little bit older than me and looked like a club girl, with her blonde hair in pony tails. Ken asked both of us if we knew what was about to happen. Claire said yes and I started to shake my head no, but I was young, and peer pressure used to always get to me, so I said yes...
Ken asked if we wanted to go first and Claire quickly said yes to that as well. So...what was I supposed to do? I said yes too. One of the other ladies grabbed Claire and Sandy grabbed my arm, whispering in my ear, "Why did you say yes?" They led us over to a spot in front of the tent area and it was at that point I saw the cameras. There was a lady in a bikini manning a video camera and two ladies in bikinis manning regular still photo cameras. This was before smart phones were so smart...The rest of the ladies started cheering and clapping, so I just went along with it, not having any idea what I was getting myself into.
Ken yelled out "Welcome to the club, ladies!" Everyone yelled along with him and then I was hit with a big pie in the face. I was surprised, shocked, confused, you name it, I probably was feeling it. Then I turned to look at Claire and they had done the same to her. As I wiped the pie out of my eyes, I got hit with another pie, then another pie, then another pie. I lost count of how many pies were hitting me, and just decided I had no choice but to stand there and take it. And after about the 6th or 7th pie, I actually began to enjoy someone's hands spreading pie all over my body. It was probably my first female sexual experience.
Apparently one of the ladies saw that I was starting to enjoy it, and then I had two pies slammed directly onto my breasts and one on my crotch, but all of them still with my swimsuit covering me. Those hits started making me feel really aroused and then I was even more confused. The pies finally stopped, and as I scraped my eyes clean I saw that I was completely covered from head to toe in pies of all sorts of colors. I looked over at Claire and she was a mess too.
"Let's give a big hand for our pie virgins!" Ken yelled out and everyone clapped and cheered.
Sandy came over to me and asked if I was ok. I said surprisingly enough that I was. She then told me I had two options of how to clean off. She could take me over to the outdoor shower by the pool or I could just jump into the pool. I told her that I had to do something first and Sandy was confused at that point. I scraped more pie off of my chest and then smeared it into Sandy's face. She laughed and then pushed me into the pool. I washed myself off in the pool and Claire ended up doing the same thing once I was in the pool. We swam over to some floats and waited to see what was going to happen next.
The rest of the ladies, including Sandy, which totaled 8 people walked over to the tent and rolled out the big covered things I had seen earlier. They took the covers off to reveal to big rolling shelves filled with pies. Or at least they had been filled with pies, apparently they had used some on us. Ken said the word and all of sudden the 8 ladies started the biggest pie fight I had ever seen, TV and movies included. Everyone was grabbing pies as fast as they could and push them onto another person. It was pretty comical. By the end, all of the pies were gone, and everyone was covered. A couple of the ladies had lost the tops of their bikinis as well, leaving their pie covered breasts in full view.
Then everyone jumped into the pool, which quickly was not very clear water although it did do a good job of rinsing off the mess. As everyone swam around and laughed, and there was some girl on girl action happening in the pool, the three ladies that had been taking pictures and shooting the video were moving stuff around at one end of the backyard. I couldn't see what they were doing, but they called out for three other ladies to get out of the pool and run the cameras. Everyone got out of the pool and walked over to that area. There was a big inflatable pool, that was filled with what I found out was clay. All three got into the pool and two of them started wrestling with the other one apparently doing the refereeing. It wasn't long before they were a mess and the bikinis were off of all of them. it went on for quite a while with all of us outside the pool yelling and cheering. When they finished, Ken asked if anyone else wanted to wrestle. I used to wrestle with my big brother all the time, so I knew I could take any of these ladies but I wasn't about to be the first to volunteer again. As I stood there, Claire grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the clay. Again, I just went with it...
I climbed in with Claire and Sandy came to my rescue as she got in to be the ref. We started wrestling and it didn't take long before my wrestling experience paid off. I had her on her stomach, pushing her face down into the clay. Apparently I was too much for her and one of her friends jumped into the pool and pushed me down which then resulted in some sort of an all-out, 4 woman wrestling war. At some point everyone's bikini came off and I wasn't worried. I just wanted to dominate the lady that jumped me. Eventually we stopped and I realized that we were all naked and covered in clay. It was ridiculous. We rinsed off in the outdoor shower and were all laughing by the end of it. I happened to see a clock and realize that I had to be at work in an hour. I told Sandy I had to go and rushed back inside the big house.
I ran right past Ken as he tried to talk to me but I was in panic mode at that point. I later learned from Sandy that he thought I was upset about what had happened and was running away from it. That couldn't have been farther from the truth as I wanted to do nothing more than stay and see what else was going on there.
Sandy called me the next day to see if I was ok. And I told her I actually had a really good time. She said that Ken was impressed with how I handled everything, especially after Sandy told him that I really didn't know what was going to happen. She said he would love to have me back over there if I was interested. Well...I went back over there. I went back over there a lot. I did more pie fights, cake fights, mud wrestling, pudding wrestling, if it was food or messy related I did it at that house.
Here's the strange thing that came out of that. Ken and I became really close friends. I mean, really close. But not in a sexual way. Even though we were 15 years apart in age, we connected. He never made a move on me, even though I knew what we were doing was his fetish. I discovered that he was actually trying to sell the videos and pictures of what we were doing in the early days of the internet, but he never used our real names and no one really knew what was happening anyways. I knew when I was turning him on, but he knew that our relationship was not ever going to be that way. And I respected him more for knowing that.
He actually is the person that got me into the real estate management business because he was heavily invested in real estate. He helped me get my degree. He was a huge influence on my life. And we had so much fun together. In later years, he stopped having a bunch of women come over and most of the time it was just me coming over to get messy with him. It was fun. He didn't have any family so I ended up being that family for him. A few years ago, he called me up and asked if I could come over as he needed to talk to someone. I went over that night, expecting to have a big messy session. But when I got there I could tell something was off. It turned out that earlier in the day his doctor had told him he had cancer, he only had 6 months or so to live. It was the saddest night of my life. We talked, we cried, I just held onto him. It was horrible.
By the end of the night we decided to make the next six months the best of his life. We traveled. We got messy, as much as we could, so we didn't affect his medication or chemo. We hung out all the time. I became his caretaker. As his condition started to worsen I planned a huge surprise event for him. I called a lot of the girls that used to come over for the big messy parties and we scheduled a big messy event that we could put on for him. He couldn't take part, but he would be able to watch us all together one more time. We ended up with 15 of us, all dressed in our best formal dresses, makeup, and heels. We had cake, pies, chocolate, anything we knew that was a favorite of Ken's we made sure to have. It was a glorious night, probably the messiest I have ever been, especially in a $400 dress. And that night was the last night I saw him smile. It was heartwarming and sad at the same time.
A few weeks later he passed. We all joked that we should have a pie fight at his wake, but none of us had the energy to pull it off.
I ended up being the primary recipient of everything in his will. I sold the house in town, because I just couldn't stay there without feeling sad. But I did keep this house out in the desert. He brought me out here a few times every year. Sometimes we got messy, other times we just sat on the porch and watched the sunset. It was always happy here. So that's why I like to come out here. It's a special place for me and I just felt like sharing it with you.