'I can't believe he left her in charge,' Laura remarks, glaring at Natalie across the restaurant.
'She's barely lifted a finger as usual,' she adds, gathering up glasses from the tables in the corner.
'I guess when you're fucking the boss you don't have to pitch in,' Hayley replies, wiping down the bar.
Natalie lets out a loud flirtatious laugh while walking the last customers to the door, then she pockets their tip.
'Isn't that one of your tables?' Laura asks, watching Natalie snub the communal tip jar without hesitation.
'Unbelievable. I knew she was taking tips for herself, and she even had the cheek to deny it!' Hayley fumes.
'Ladies, I don't want to see any slacking. Get that last table cleaned up pronto,' Natalie orders.
Laura and Hayley grit their teeth through fake smiles, watching as Natalie swans off to the office.
'That's the last straw. We need to get our own back,' Laura decides.

An hour later, Natalie emerges out of the office and hurries the cleaning staff so she can lock up for the night.
'Chop-chop. This place better be spotless this time because I'll be docking pay if it isn't.'
The kitchen staff grumble amongst themselves while finishing up, barely acknowledging her.
'Everything looks acceptable, but you guys need to be faster in the future,' she declares.
The last of the dishwashers clock out without a word to the so-called boss. Natalie saunters over to the fridge and picks out a bottle of their most expensive chardonnay.
'I think I earned this,' she says out-loud to herself, reaching all the way to the back for the coldest bottle.
'My sentiment exactly,' Laura replies, grabbing her from behind while Hayley drags a chair into the kitchen.
'What the hell are you doing?' Natalie squawks, as they sit her down and wrap her in rope.

'We're teaching you a lesson,' Laura responds, tying her wrists behind the chair for good measure.
'This is totally outrageous. You guys are so fired,' Natalie bellows.
'Like we care,' Hayley sneers, draining off the dirty dish water from the machine into a bucket.
'Wait, what are you doing with that?' Natalie quivers, watching her carry it over.
'What I've always wanted to do,' Hayley answers, discarding the contents over her head.
'You bitch!' Natalie screams, the nasty water soaking through her tight black dress.
'Takes one to know one,' she retorts, flicking the grime off her fingers at her.
Laura pushes over a trolley full of dessert items from the refrigerator.
'That's restaurant property. If you waste it, it'll be coming out of your last paycheque,' Natalie warns.

'I don't think so since this is all expired. As usual, you over-ordered massively,' Laura counters.
She picks up a chocolate ganache cake and with little to no warning, slams it into Natalie's face.
'Stop!' Natalie pleads as she grinds it around, crumbs sprinkling down over her ample cleavage.
'That looks like fun,' Hayley chortles, picking out two cherry pies from the trolley.
'Don't you dare,' Natalia barks, watching her slip behind her back and out of view.
Hayley smashes the pies into her from both sides at once, giving her an aggressive cherry pie sandwich. Natalie whines while she smears the jam all over her silky dark hair and around her face.
'I know what we should do next,' Laura smirks, taking advantage of Natalie not being able to see a thing.
She grabs a carton of custard and pulls the top of Natalie's dress open.

'Oh my god,' Natalie shrieks, cold custard cascading over her breasts and down her dress.
'You deserve it. You're always giving the customers an eyeful,' Laura says.
'It's not my fault I was blessed with great tits. Jealous much?' Natalie snaps back.
Laura just scowls and unloads another cartoon down her dress, splashing the last bits in her face.
'Gee. The soup of the day wasn't very popular today,' Hayley observes, carrying it over.
'Please, I hate pea soup,' Natalie begs as Laura pushes her chin up and holds it there.
'It's not surprising. Nobody likes it when it's this cold and mushy,' Hayley concludes.
She dumps it over her face. Natalie yelps and whimpers while the green slime gushes over her.
'It's foul,' she cries, spitting bits out her mouth as soon as it subsides.

'The cavalry wasn't very popular today either, we have so much gravy left,' Laura notes.
She pulls Natalie's hair backwards to keep her looking up, then douses her with the entire jug.
'Noo!' Natalie wails, scrunching up her face in a desperate attempt to keep it out her eyes and mouth.
'What's that? We can't hear you,' Hayley grins, rubbing it all around while Laura continues to pour.
'Enough!' Natalie clamours, inadvertently swallowing some of the thick salty goo.
'I'm afraid it's nowhere near enough yet,' Laura scoffs, teasing out the last few drops.
Natalie feels the rope around her waist loosen. Hayley stands her up but keeps her hands tied behind her back.
'What now?' she exclaims, dripping from head to toe in chocolate, custard, pea soup and gravy.
'Now things get really humiliating,' Laura says, brandishing a pair of scissors.

'Not my dress!' Natalie laments, watching helplessly while Laura cuts all the way down the front of it.
'What a shame,' Hayley mocks, ripping the dress away in one motion, leaving her in nothing but her teal lingerie.
'I can't believe this!' Natalie huffs and puffs, her glazed breasts jiggling up and down as she stamps her feet.
'You haven't seen anything yet,' Laura responds, leading her into the freezer room at the back of the kitchen.
'Come on! It's like minus twenty-five in here. I'll freeze,' Natalie protests.
'That's the general idea,' Hayley teases, kneeling down to tie her legs.
Laura slings some rope over a bar on the ceiling, using it to retie Natalie's hands and hoist them above her head.
'What are you going to do?' she quakes, completely at their mercy.
'I'm sure it's nothing a cold-hearted bitch like you can't handle,' Laura taunts.

Natalie lets out a huge gasp as Hayley tips a cup of ice cubes down the front of her panties.
'Holy shit! That's so cold,' she bleats, the sudden chill causing her body to spasm.
'Get used to it,' Laura chuckles, pouring twice as many down the back of them.
'But try not to freeze your tits off,' Hayley jokes, slipping the last few ice-cubes into either side of her bra.
'Fucking hilarious,' Natalie fires back, her bum and breasts already starting to feel numb.
Laura slips out and returns with some tubs of melted ice cream, sending Natalie into a panic.
'Alright. I admit I'm a mean bitch, but please don't,' she begs, her breath billowing in the cold air.
'It's a little too late for that,' Laura says, coating her chest in vanilla ice cream.
'Oh my god,' Natalie shudders, the icy ooze sloping off into her bra and leaking out down her stomach.

'Deep breathes now,' Hayley quips, catching her off-guard by filling up back of her panties.
'Jesus! That's freezing!' Natalie trills, frantically wriggling around in her restraints.
She shivers uncontrollably while Laura empties the rest of the tub down the front.
'I should make sure it gets absolutely everywhere,' Laura says with a mischievous look on her face.
Natalie's jaw drops. She gasps and moans as Laura pushes the ice cream up between her legs and smears it around. After that, she swivels to her side, takes a firm grip of her panties and gives her a huge, relentless wedgie.
'Fuck!' Natalie howls, her thighs convulsing, ice cream oozing out her panties.
With Laura still holding them up, Hayley showers her in the final tub of vanilla ice-cream.
'Poor you,' Hayley giggles, grabbing the last remaining blob and rubbing it in her face.

'Okay, I've learnt my lesson. Let me out now,' Natalie splutters, in a state of shock.
'Hmm, I'm not convinced,' Laura shrugs, yanking her messy panties down around her ankles.
'What the fuck!' she screeches, her indignation doubling when Hayley takes off her bra.
They unhook the rope from the ceiling, untie Natalie's legs and lead her out to the waste disposal area.
'What are we doing here?' she trembles as Laura pushes her down onto to her knees.
'Well since we don't have any showers here, we had the kitchen staff heat something up,' she explains.
'It's not exactly a hot shower, but it'll do the trick,' Hayley interjects with a smug grin.
They heave in a large plastic bin, that's filled to the brim with a repugnant pale gruel.
'What the hell is that?' Natalie demands to know, the nauseating aroma hitting her instantly.

'This is a liquified mixture of all the food waste from the last week,' Laura says.
'Which you should have arranged to be collected, by the way,' she adds.
'What? That's beyond disgusting! Please don't do this,' Natalie blabbers desperately.
'We can't let you freeze. It's for your own good,' Hayley insists, the pair lifting the bin above her head.
They tilt it forwards and Natalie clucks with horror as she disappears under a stream of the revolting warm slop. The different specials from the week slowly spew out, morphing the hue of the horrid endless downpour.
'Fuck! No!' Natalie squeaks, closing her eyes until they finally give her a break.
'Oh dear, would you look at that. There's still about half of this to go,' Laura smirks.
She forces a despondent Natalie to lie on the floor, face up with her hands still tied.

'Get ready. I think I see some of Monday's fish pie in here,' Hayley teases.
They start pouring again. The slimy leftovers splatter down directly over Natalie's face.
'Please!' she squeals, her protest only resulting in a mouthful of gruel.
'You should have kept your mouth shut for once,' Laura snickers.
The last repulsive blobs plop down over her quivering naked body.
'This is so gross. I've never been so humiliated in all my life,' Natalie sobs.
'Looks like we're on the job hunt tomorrow,' Hayley remarks to Laura.
They watch their boss slip around in the puddle of muck, unable to get to her feet.
'It was worth it,' Laura replies, snapping a picture of Natalie for the kitchen staff.