(A sequel to No Accounting for Pies)

Ever since discovering Alan's little fetish and invoking herself in his messy antics, life had certainly taken an upward turn for both of them. Alan had stopped hiring escorts to plaster with pies, and Liz had stepped into the breach as his willing victim. They had also started dating and Liz was increasingly spending more and more of her time with him, so much so that Alan had recently asked her to move in with him.

Liz was undecided about whether to move in with Alan or not. She was incredibly fond of him and loved their messy sessions together but was troubled about combining her personal and professional life, even if professional probably wasn't quite the right word to describe their relationship any more. But she was still his financial advisor and there were some lines she wouldn't cross. Maybe.

* * *

It was Wednesday lunchtime and Liz was looking forward to her afternoon encounter with Alan. She's spent most of the morning going through another client's accounts for the past six years as they were being audited by Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs for failing to declare all their investments. Unfortunately for her client it looked as if the tax people were correct and that he would have to pay a substantial fine. She didn't look forward to telling her client that, but it had given her a naughty idea.

Before heading out of the office she checked that Alan's usual monthly order with the bakery had gone through. It had. There was also the sizable donation he'd recently made to the fetish convention which they'd planned to attend. Unfortunately, Alan had got sick that weekend and so they'd had to call it off. Maybe they'd go next year.

Turning off her computer, Liz left the office but instead of going straight to her car she went across the road to the local charity shop. There was a brown lady's business suit in the window which she'd spotted several days ago and with minor adjustment would be ideal for her purpose. Popping into the shop she bought the suit and also a pair of black rimmed glasses.

"Thank you and come again" the sales assistant called as Liz left.

It didn't take her long to drive home and rustle up a quick snack for lunch. She then tried on the suit, the jacket was slightly too tight, but the skirt fitted perfectly. She then took a pair of fabric scissors and shortened the length of the skirt considerably before folding down the hem and giving it an iron. Normally she would have stitched the hem up but as her clothes were unlikely to survive the afternoon, she didn't bother this time.

She then redressed herself in a set of black lacy underwear, including stockings and garter for Alan's benefit. Next was an old but clean silk blouse and finally the suit from the charity shop with its now indecently short skirt. Heading out she almost forget the glasses but remembered them just before closing the door. She quickly snatched them up and got into her car to drive over to Alan's.

* * *

On the way over she decided to stop off at the local wholesalers for a little something extra to add to their afternoon session. The male warehouse staff seemed very attentive, no doubt due to the amount of leg she was showing off, and even volunteered to carry out the box containing a dozen cartons of custard she'd purchased. Then on with the journey.

Arriving at Alan's she parked in the small courtyard and immediately went over to the side gate. As usual Alan had left it unlocked so she quickly heaved the box of custard from her car's boot around to the back of the house. Stealing into the kitchen, Liz grabbed the spare keys and used them to open the outside she'd were Alan kept some of his messy supplies and equipment. She took out three plastics one and a half litre jugs and a couple of buckets.

She spent some time ripping open the cartons and emptying them. A carton went into each of the jugs and then the remaining nine cartons were split roughly equally between the two buckets. Her task finished she headed back round to the front of the house. She threw the now entry cartons and the box they'd come in into her boot before going over to the front door and knocking.

Whilst she waited for Alan to answer, she popped out the lenses of the glasses she'd bought earlier before putting them on. She also tied back her hair and quickly checked over her attire, making sure she had plenty of cleavage on show. An initial glance would suggest a professional business woman whilst a closer look, especially at her blouse or short skirt would scream out slut or maybe prostitute. Ideal thought Liz to herself, just as the door opened.

"Hi Liz I..." Alan said, losing his train of thought as he noticed how Liz was dressed.

"Good afternoon I'm from Revenue and Custard and I'm here to give you a surprise audit" Liz announced.

"You'd better come in then" Alan replied.

Liz strode into the house whilst Alan shut and locked the door behind her. As she made her way through the house, she felt Alan's gaze upon her and couldn't help teasing him by exaggerating the sway of her hips. Arriving in the kitchen it was as she'd expected, with the table laden with two dozen assorted cream pies. As Alan was following closely behind her, she took the opportunity to tease him further by bending over to ostensibly examine one of the pies but in reality, to expose the tops of her stocking and pert behind.

She remained bent over for a few moments so Alan could get a good eyeful before straightening up and turning to face him. From the big grin on his face and he slight bulge in his trousers, Liz knew he'd enjoyed her impromptu performance. But now on to the main act, she licked her lips seductively before rearranging her face into what she hoped was a stern expression.

"I'm afraid you failed to declare these in your recent tax return" Liz said indicated towards the pies.

"Surely you're not going to punish me for that?" Alan asked.

"No," Liz responded "but I am going to have to confiscate them all."

Alan tried to look shocked, but Liz could tell that he was very pleased with her response and didn't need any further prompting to continue their little roleplay session. He stepped over to the table and after casting a quick glance over the table, selected a nearby banana cream pie. He carried the pie over to Liz and held it out towards her as if he was about to hand it to her.

"You really want this pie?" Alan queried.

"Yes, I demand you give it to me this instant!" Liz insisted.

Alan took the pie and without any hesitation thrust it into Liz's face. Liz took a moment to enjoy the sensation, both feeling of the creamy dessert covering her face and the sense of humiliation that went along with it. Had she been on her own, she'd have been tempted to slip one hand under her skirt and into her panties which were already getting moist. Instead she cleared the cream from out of her eyes which was made slightly more difficult as she'd forgotten about the frames she was wearing.

Alan had already picked up another pie from the table by the time she could see again. This one was chocolate with a layer of whipped cream and sprinkles on top. He stood beside her and carefully reached up and removed her glasses whilst keeping the pie balance in the palm of his other hand. Putting the glasses down he put his arm around her shoulders and leaned in slightly towards her.

"You did say you wanted all of them?" he said quietly.

Liz looked at the pie and then at Alan. Instead of speaking she simply nodded her head and he brought the pie up to meet it. Rather than thrusting it into her face like the first, this time he slowly smeared the pie up across her face before leaving the mostly empty pastry case resting upside down on top of her head. Liz sighed and waited eagerly for more messy punishment.

Alan didn't disappoint. He took two pies this time and sandwiched her head between them. Then he moved on to her body. A pie was thrust against her chest and Alan kept hold of the case and rubbed it around so he could give her breasts a good fondle. Next, he spun her around and spanked her bottom her another pie which made Liz squeal with delight. More pies found their way to her back, shoulders, arms and even down her stockinged legs. Soon all but a couple of the two dozen pies had been used up upon her.

"Time to strip you of those dirty clothes?" Alan suggested.

"One moment!" Liz called out.

Alan backed away somewhat concerned he might have done something to upset Liz, but she gave him a reassuring smile before heading over to the rear of the kitchen. He was clearly puzzled as she opened the back door and retrieved the messy supplies she'd prepared there. First, she bought in the two buckets, then the three jugs of custard. She placed two of the jugs on the table and walked over to Alan with the third one still in hand.

"I'm afraid I've changed my mind" Liz stated.

"Oh, what about?" Alan asked.

"Not punishing you" Liz answered.

And with that Liz grabbed hold of the front of Alan's trousers and the waistband of his underpants beneath and pulled them out. Glancing down she couldn't help but grin as she saw his erect member and took great delight in pouring the jug's contents all over it. Alan squirmed a little as the custard covered his manhood and Liz suspected he was already planning his revenge. She could hardly wait, but first something more to motivate him.

Liz took one of the buckets and lifting it up tipped it over Alan's head, covering him all over in creamy custard. To finish his punishment, she took one of the two remaining pies from the table and slapped it into his face. She then stood back to admire her efforts whilst Alan collected his thoughts after his unexpected trashing.

"That's not fair, those pies were supposed to be all for you" he complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please don't have me arrested and put in custardy" Liz joked.

Alan smiled at her terrible pun whilst he went to pick up one of the jugs, she'd brought in. She assumed its contents would shortly be resting in her panties so was surprised when Alan remove first her jacket then her blouse. He then began to fiddle with her bra. Pulling out first the right cup he poured some of the custard into it before releasing it and doing the same to the left one. Liz found it an unusual, if not entirely unpleasant, sensation as the custard encased her breasts.

Next Alan unbuttoned and removed Liz's microskirt but left her stockings untouched. He picked up the second bucket of custard but rather than pouring it over his victim as Liz has done to him, he instead opted to throw the contents into her face at close range. Liz had to clear the custard from out of her eyes before she could see again and when she did, she noticed Alan standing beside her with the third and final jug of custard in hand.

Alan gave Liz a mischievous grin before reaching down and pulling out the waistband of her panties and pouring the jug's runny contents into them. Once again Liz found herself revelling in the novel situation of custard being where it shouldn't. But her experience was short lived as Alan pulled down her panties and bent her over the kitchen table, her face positioned enticingly above the final cream pie.

"You know what I say about revenue and custard?" Alan asked.

"Err, fuck them?" Liz suggested as she noticed Alan undoing his trousers.

"Exactly!" Alan replied.

* * *

A couple of hours later found Liz and Alan lounging in their bathrobes on the sofa in front of the television. They'd cleaned up from their messy session and were now taking it easy and enjoying one another's company. Liz giggled as she noticed that Alan had taken the empty glasses frames, she'd bought and was trying them on. He could always make her laugh and in that instant, she realised what she wanted.

"Yes" she said firmly.

"You think they suit me" Alan said indicating the glasses.

"No, you idiot" she responded "I mean yes I will move in with you."

The end.