The party was kinda boring and Warren was very attempted to leave until he caught sight of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he just had to meet her. Unfortunately, it seemed she was always surrounded by other men. After almost an hour he still hadn't found the opportunity to talk with her and in fact had now lost sight of her.

Obviously, it wasn't going to be his night tonight he thought. He was just about to head out and call a taxi when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around he found himself face to face with the women. Close up, she was even more beautiful than from a distance: long blonde hair, vibrant green eyes, a cute button nose and full sensuous lips.

"Hi, I'm Allie," she said "do you like my tight dress?"

Warren was momentarily taken aback and couldn't help his eyes wandering down over her body. She was wearing a small black dress that showed off her shapely figure whilst exposing her long legs and impressive cleavage. His blood began to bump faster and already he was starting to get aroused, and he hadn't even responded to her question yet.

Drawing his eyes back to Allie's face, Warren noticed the amused look upon her face; it was clear that she knew exactly what effect she was having on him. He smiled at her and began to talk. He couldn't remember what he said but Allie seemed to appreciate it and it wasn't long before she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"What to go to my place and get fucked?" Allie asked.

Warren was surprised by how direct she was, but pleasantly so. He knew he was a moderately handsome guy and strived to look after himself, he'd had plenty of girlfriends. Still it was unusual to meet such an attractive woman, let alone for her to be asking him out. Perhaps tonight was going to be his lucky night after all.

* * *

After leaving the party, Warren walked hand-in-hand with Allie through the town centre. Apparently, she had an apartment over a former nightclub that was only a short distance away. The streets were filled with people and Allie attracted more than a few stares and wolf whistles as they passed by, and not just from the men. Warren wasn't jealous, after all he was the one Allie had chosen.

In no time at all they had reached the old club and Allie unlocked the side entrance. They entered and made their way up the set of stairs and over to an old battered looking door. Warren was starting to wonder what kind of place Allie was living in. The building didn't seem to be in the best of repair, and he was starting to have second thoughts.

"Welcome to my place" Allie said, opening the door.

Allie stepped inside and Warren followed her. Rather than the expected apartment, they were in some kind of storage area with a wooden floor, full-length curtains in place of one of the walls and a high ceiling with numerous spotlights hanging from it. Other than a simple wooden chair positioned in the centre, the area appeared to be completely empty.

Warren turned to question Allie, only for her to step right up to him and kiss him passionately upon the lips. She wrapped her arms around him, and he forgot all about where they were as they began to make out. As they backed into the room, their lips still locked together, Allie reached up and removed Warren's jacket.

Allie cast the jacket away and broke up the kiss. She smiled at Warren and indicated for him to sit on the chair. When Warren hesitated, she placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him down until he was seated upon it. Then from seemingly nowhere Allie produced a set of handcuffs trimmed with pink fur.

"You don't mind if we get a little kinky?" Allie asked seductively.

Warren wasn't sure about the cuffs, not being into bondage. But, then again Allie clearly wasn't a typical woman and he guessed he could live with a little discomfort for the opportunity to spend the night with her. So, he just sat there as Allie secured his hands to the back of the chair. She then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before standing up and clicking her fingers.

Suddenly the curtains on the far side rippled and a woman appeared through them pushing a trolley. The woman was young with short dark hair and compared very favourably to most other women, although not quite in the same league as Allie. The trolley had multiple shelves all bearing an array of creamy desserts.

"What the..." Warren started to say.

Allie put a finger over his mouth to shut him up. Then she reached under her dress with the other hand and slid off the black silk thong she was wearing under it. She showed off the thong to Warren before screwing them up into a ball and shoving it into his mouth. Warren tried to resist, but with his arms restrained there was nothing he could do.

Warren began to grow very nervous as he realised that he was effectively bound and gagged and at the mercy of Allie and her unknown friend. It was only then that he began to hear the faint murmurs coming from somewhere nearby. Then the curtains opened.

* * *

The room beyond was pretty large and clearly part of what had once been the club. But rather than being abandoned the room was filled with an audience of women, all seated in small groups. The women came in all ages, shapes and colours and had only two things in common: all of them were dressed up to the nines and all of them were now staring at Warren.

"And now ladies, our main event" Allie announced.

The audience began to clap and cheer and a few directed lude comments at Warren. He didn't understand what had happened exactly; one moment he was making out with a beautiful woman and the next he was tied up and about to be offered up as the entertainment to a room full of baying women.

As Warren sat there confused, Allie and the other women wheeled the trolley over towards him. Allie then carefully selected a banana cream pie from among the various desserts available and took up a position beside Warren. There was a growing sense of expectation in the room and Warren tried to plead for his release but couldn't with Allie's panties wedged in his mouth.

"I hope you appreciate how fucked you are" Allie stated.

And with that, Allie delivered the banana cream pie she was holding into Warren's face. It was cold, wet and temporarily blinded him, he wasn't impressed. The audience however, loved it and Warren could hear them laughing and applauding Allie's action which he suspected was just the start of his impending ordeal.

Warren managed to dislodge the pie from his face by shaking his head vigorously back and forth and so was able to see Allie's friend approaching him with another pie. This one was topped with assorted berries and she pressed it against his face before smearing it upwards into his hair and leaving it resting on top of his head. Meanwhile Warren could see that Allie had rearmed herself with an iced cake.

Allie took the cake and rubbed it vigorously into Warren's face before depositing the remains on his lap. This act provoked a few titters from the female audience and some not inconsiderable discomfort for Warren. It didn't help that thanks to Allie's beauty and their prior canoodling, he already had a semi. He just hoped that Allie hadn't noticed his situation.

"Shall we give him a break from all these cakes and pies?" Allie asked the room.

Warren was surprised when the audience responded favourably to Allie's question until he noticed her friend picking up a jug of dark looking liquid. The liquid turned out to be chocolate sauce which was poured over his head. Allie followed this up moments later with a jug of custard, making sure to cover not only his head, but also his shoulders, chest and legs with the runny yellow substance.

Then out came the scissors. Allie and her friend soon made short work of his shirt to leave him bare-chested. They then attacked his trousers before removing his socks and shoes, so he was sitting there in just his boxer shorts.

Much to Warren's dismay, Allie and her friend kept hold of their scissors and glared meaningfully at his underwear. He looked back at them, silently begging them not to follow through with their implied threat but it did no good. With a few quick snips Warren was rendered naked, with his erection exposed for all to see.

"I see someone is excited!" Allie exclaimed.

Allie's friend got Warren to stand up, making his boner even more obvious. Allie meanwhile collected a huge cake from the trolley and placed it upon the chair. Both Warren and the audience knew what was coming next and so weren't surprised when Allie and her friend forced him to sit back down on the hair, his bare arse burying itself into the waiting cake.

As Warren sat there in discomfort, Allie and her friend started to bombard him with yet pies and cakes. His face, chest, arms, legs and even crotch were targeted as the female audience cheered them on. Soon he was plastered all over with the remnants of the various gooey desserts and the trolley was almost empty.

"How about giving him a happy ending?" Allie's friend asked loudly.

With the audience responding positively to the suggestion, Allie knelt beside Warren. First, she reached up and removed her panties from out of his mouth before taking hold of his cock. She slowly began to slide her hand repeatedly along its length as her friend continued to hit Warren in the face with the remaining pies.

It didn't take long for Warren to climax thanks to Allie's expert ministrations. As he did, the room erupted into enthusiastic applause although this was clearly aimed as his tormentors rather than Warren. He just sat there, totally humiliated as Allie and her friend took their bows.

* * *

Jeremy had just arrived in the pub when he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was blonde, with a great body and a dress that felt little to the imagination. He was instantly smitten but thought she would be out of his league. So, he was amazed when she walked right up to leaning in and brushed his ear with her lips.

"Fancy going to my place and getting fucked?" she whispered.

The end.