Lock down is over and it was Becky's first day back at work at the high street clothes shop. To promote the store and get people through the door, Heather the manager decided to hold a belated red nose fun day.

The staff were to come to work wearing red, there was to be face painting - apparently covid safe, a tombola and the center piece; stocks and wet sponge throwing for a quid (providing the could get someone in the stocks).

Becky didn't have a complete red outfit, however she wore her hubby's satin red boxers under her white jeans (as she lost a dare with him), red bra under a light pink tank top and a red scrunchie.

Becky busied herself in the storeroom away from the chaos out front. She could be alone in here as post covid deemed it two small for more than one person. It was going to be a long day, but Becky was happy to be back at work.

Soon, it was lunchtime and she snuck out for a sarnie and a coffee. She wondered around for a while in the sunshine on the warm April day enjoying the feeling of her hubby's satin boxers. She wondered if anyone could see the red material under her white jeans in the bright sunlight.

On her return to the shop for her afternoon shift, Heather cornered her to persuade her to join in the festivities.

"It's for charity" Heather pleaded after Becky tried to turn her down.

"Oh, ok" said Becky begrudgingly.

Becky wondered over to the Margaret's face paint stall, standing behind a couple of excited kids.

This won't be too bad she thought, a bit of face paint then she can hide out back.

Margaret smiled when it was Becky's turn. Becky tossed some change in the bucket and sat down. A short while later, Margaret's work was done. Becky stood and looked in the mirror at her painted face. A red nose, rosy cheeks, blue eye lids and comical eyebrows. She looked like a clown. Becky smiled, at least no-one recognise her.

She tried her hand at the tombola and won a bottle of vodka and cheap shower gel that she would never use.

"Attention everyone" called Heather, "time for the stocks".

Heather jogged over to the stocks and climbed in. Members of the public were charged a quid to throw wet sponges at her.

Becky held the bucket for the change and dished out the sponges. She enjoyed watching her manager get soaked.

A dozen buckets later, Heather declared it was someone else's turn. She got out of the stocks, shivering and soaking wet. Her black leggings and red t-shirt clung to her slim frame with an outline of a swimming costume under it.

"Come on - who's next?" Heather looked around. Margaret shook her head, she had a queue, and the other girls were now inside serving customers. She laid her eyes on Becky.

"Come on Becky" she called. Becky shook her head.

"Take one for the team!" called Heather. However it was no good, she had to look like a team player as a supervisor job was coming up.

Becky wondered over to the stocks, removed her trainers and sat in the wet seat. She could feel the dampness soaking through her jeans and into her Hubby's red satin boxers. Heather closed the stocks around Becky's wrist and neck.

Heather took her place at the queue shaking the bucket. There was quite the queue. The barrage began. Sponge after sponge hit Becky, her tank top and jeans were now see through showing her red underwear to all. The face paint was running down her face now and her hair stuck to her face too. The paint was running onto her top which was probably going to stain. The dye from the red bra was also beginning to bleed through the fabric and stain her top too.

Becky decided she had enough. She tried to get put of the stocks, but Heather had locked it shut. "That bitch" she cursed.

Heather smiled at her struggles, but Becky had to play along. Heather reached down to a box next to her. "What is in there?" Becky asked herself.

Heather produced bottle of ketchup. "£2 to use the ketchup" she called.

A man dropped some change in the bucket and Heather handed over the ketchup.

"Don't cross that line" Heather warned. The man stopped at the line and squeezed the bottle. A red line of ketchup hot Becky in the face and then down onto her top and between her boobs. Once the ketchup was spent, the next punter got handed a bottle of red poster paint and it was squirted over her white jeans. This was followed by three tins of tomatoes, six jars of pasta sauce, 12 tins of beans, four bottles of raspberry ice cream sauce and five bottles of strawberry sauce.

Just when she thought is was over, Heather got another box from under the tombola table with more stuff. She struggled with the weight as she carried it over.

"More!" Becky groaned.

Next was four tubs of melted strawberry ice-cream and three bottles of cherry cola shook till they sprayed over her.

Becky sat in the stocks felling utterly humiliated. Her clothes were ruined and she was sticky from the various substances. Her tank top had stretched and was sitting below her red bra. Heather declared that the fun day was now over, however as Becky was so filthy dirty, she needed to be washed down. Next the punters were charged a fiver to pour bucket after bucket of water all over Becky. After 20 buckets, Heather was satisfied that Becky was 'clean'.

Becky was then freed and stood shivering, her clothes stained and ruined. Her tanktop and jeans still betrayed the red underwear beneath despite the stains. Becky had to hold the tanktop over her bra as it was so out of shape. Her hair was matted and stuck to her now clean face. Heather stood with her arm over Becky's shoulder for photos from the public and the local paper who had been arranged to come to promote the shop.

"Thanks Becky for being a good sport." said Heather. She handed her a towel and a carrier bag. "There is an outfit in there which I think you will like. You can use the shower in the leisure centre next door" said Heather, and Becky was then released.

Becky muttered her thanks and went to walked next door to get washed and changed - her wet socks leaving footprints on the pavement behind her.