I've written numerous messy stories stories, almost all of them featuring a wilder version of the What Would You Do TV show. I'm taking a break from that format to present the story of the introverted nerd with a hidden wild side scoring a job at the most exclusive gentlemen's club in town and has to pay the price when their performance doesn't meet expectations.

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Scene 3: What Would You Do to Keep This Job?

Once again, the crowd's murmurs became louder and louder. Alexis handed the scissors to Ms. Johnson, then made a beeline toward Reese. She pocketed the handcuffs, took the ball gag a bright red ball with a black strap shoved the ball into Reese's open mouth, and clasped it tight behind her head.

Reese continued to make desperate noises, only this time no one could understand a word she said. Alexis's betrayal continued, as she grabbed both of Reese's wrists, yanked them behind the folding chair, and locked the handcuffs around her wrists.

Alexis forced Reese to her feet. Reese began squirming as she spotted Ms. Johnson approaching with the scissors. For her part, Ms. Johnson made a couple of phantom snips as she approached. Reese knew exactly where this was going, and Ms. Johnson made sure to drag it out.

The crowd groaned as Ms. Johnson knelt down and snipped at the front of the red-turned-green slimy top, right at Reese's ribcage. The thick slime made it difficult to chop up at first, but with Ms. Johnson's muscular hands, the thin fabric never really stood a chance. After a few cuts, Ms. Johnson pocketed the scissors, walked behind Reese's back, grabbed each side of the frayed garment, and pulled out and up, ripping the top in two with a flourish.

The crowd shouted OHHHH at the sign of disrespect. All Reese could do was collapse her shoulders and show a pained face as her bare breasts and perky nipples were exposed for the first time.

But the ordeal was only half over. Ms. Johnson wanted to send one more message about her displeasure, so she turned Reese around, making her ass face the crowd. Reese's yoga pants-covered ass still showed the splatter marks of the back-to-back pie spankings Alexis and Ms. Johnson delivered earlier, only this time, there was no pie.

But there was a paddle.

Ms. Johnson shoved Reese's bare back down, showing her plump, perky butt to the crowd, took the wooden paddle from Alexis, wound up with two hands, and smacked Reese's ass with all the force she could muster. The smack was so hard that Reese's feet shuffled forward a couple of steps just so she could maintain her balance.

Reese cried out through the ball gag in pain.

The crowd bayed for more, chanting, ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!

Ms. Johnson had to oblige. Once more, she wound up, and somehow smacked Reese's ass even harder. Reese stumbled forward again, this time almost falling into the chair and tumbling onto the floor.

With each spanking, Reese's leggings visibly wobbled outward, her butt fat rippling in all directions from the force of the smacks.

Ms. Johnson stood Reese back up and turned her back around.

After delivering the spankings, Ms. Johnson went on to destroy Reese's yoga pants once and for all. First, she opened up the front, getting a sneak peek of what Reese was wearing underneath. A wry smile grew across her face as she let go of the pants, making them snap back into place at Reese's hips.

The crowd had waited long enough. Ms. Johnson yanked Reese's pants open at the right hip; the stretchy waistband gave no resistance. As Reese shuddered in disgust, Ms. Johnson cut Reese's pants down her right leg, cutting through slime, berries, and whipped cream all the way down to her ankle.

With the right leg in tatters, Ms. Johnson switched over to the other side, cutting straight down Reese's left leg. It took mere seconds for her to cut to her left knee, and at that point, the ruined leggings gave way in both the front and back of Reese's body, falling to the floor and revealing what made Ms. Johnson so happy.

Underneath Reese's yoga pants was a tiny piece of fabric: a glittery silver thong. The crowd reacted to this with a roar.

Reese's brand new outfit, which cost her nearly $200 yesterday, was shredded on the ground, mixing with and sopping up all the slop that had already collected at her feet. And now all that was left between her and complete nudity up here was a flimsy piece of shiny polyester that didn't even cover her ass.

And Reese's tormentors knew it. Once again, Ms. Johnson spun Reese around, this time, to show her plump, bare butt to the cameras. Since she got the job, Reese decided to put in time at the gym for the first time in her life. she was intimidated by it, with all the jocks and the hot girls in there; she had no idea where to start. But she knew she wanted her butt to look good, so she did squats. Lots of squats. So many squats.

Three weeks of squats wouldn't give her the bubble butt she wanted, but she was proud of the progress she was making. she was also proud of the surprised whoaaaas she heard from the audience when she was spun around, as if they didn't expect such a nerdy girl to be packing such a dump truck.

But then she realized that there was only one reason she was made to face the back of the audience. And it was not long before her back got forced down once more, this time making her cheeks spread wide. Not long after that, she heard the count of doom.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

GLOOP-BLOOK! Alexis and Ms. Johnson tag teamed her yet again with another pair of pies, each one targeting one of Reese's bare ass cheeks. Cream and blueberry pie filling exploded everywhere, totally smothering her glutes and sending gobs of pie mess up her butt. It felt a little tingly but a lot horrible. The pie tins were quickly taken away to reveal a gooey mess, blueberries and chunks of pie falling out from between her cheeks, sliding down her thighs, making a mess at her feet.

Reese got spun around again to face the audience, and even with her face covered in pie and green slime, her embarrassment was so apparent. She'd been up here for 15 minutes, her face and ass getting blasted over and over again with cream pies. She'd been slimed, she'd sat on a cake, and god knows what else was in store for her.

The crowd was getting riled up, and the next thing Reese knew, she heard Ms. Johnson tell them, "Let's make this queen sit on her throne."

And with that, Reese felt her knees buckle, as Alexis took her shoulders and forced them downward once more. Even with two pies already splattered all over her butt, Reese felt the full squishiness of her seat, as her ass found its way right into the center of a massive sheet cake, right into the center of a bullseye made of blue frosting. Even with the ball gag in her mouth, Reese couldn't help but scream right through it.

The crowd OHHHH-ed yet again as they saw Reese's ample ass cheeks flatten the six-inch tall dessert, sending chunks of pink and blue frosting over the sides of her seat and shooting out from between her legs.

Reese struggled to find stability, with her butt sliding all over the seat and smearing cake all around her bottom, her thighs, and, most uncomfortably, straight up her crack. She beat herself up for picking a thong today. She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and wished she could just disappear.

It took a few seconds, but Reese finally composed herself. She looked up, just in time to see that the pie throwing version of Nolan Ryan was about to deliver another strike. All Reese had time to do was shut her eyes and whimper before an overfilled whipped cream and butterscotch pudding pie wrecked her face for the umpteenth time. It nailed her right in the nose, blasting her hair, and splattering all over her chest. Gobs of gold-colored pudding tumbled into her lap, leaving a trail of goo all the way down and staining the crotch of her shimmery thong for the very first time.

But it wouldn't be the last. Reese opened her eyes to find another pie right at her chin, Ms. Johnson's large hand just beneath the tin. Reese knew Ms. Johnson was doing this only to get a reaction, but she had already been pounded so many times that her instinctual reaction was to do exactly what Ms. Johnson wanted: beg for mercy.

Mm-mmmmm. Mm-mmmm!!!! Reese moaned through the ball gag.

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