This is a work of pure FICTION, and was written in collaboration between Sally F and Clownsnap
All references to people alive or dead are purely intentional.

This story contains Random Pies, Mess, Custard and Sex, if you are of a nervous disposition please take cover now. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story, although a number of chickens lost their eggs and several cows were milked dry!

Chapter One:
Sally Gets a Job as a Waitress
Or
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you. (Ds Fave Tune)

Sally was excited. It was her first day at work in the posh restaurant in town. She had aced the interview with the manager by wearing her shortest skirt, and caught the manager giving her long legs admiring looks when he thought she wasnt looking.

Two waitresses had been employed to start. Sally would be serving the starters to customers. She was shown the soup trolley with six large soup tureens. Tasha would be on the deserts trolley. They were given some training on serving the customers, and left to get on with it.

Half way through the lunch hour, the restaurant manager called the waitresses together and pointed out a table in the corner telling them the customer was a regular called Mr Clown and the woman with him was his guest Sandra Brown a famous actress. The manager explained he was a film producer, and he often brought clients for meetings over lunch. Today was looking like no exception for Sandra Brown was a young attractive woman dressed in a low cut top and short mini skirt.

Huh strumpet though Sally when she saw Mr Clown eye up the womans bulging breasts. A while later the manager came back with Mr Clowns order. Sally pushed the large trolley to their table and started to ladle out the soup into Sandras bowl making sure to serve over the left shoulder as her manager had instructed. Sally went to move on but Sandra asked her for more soup in her bowl.

Sally ladled in more just as Sandra raised her arm which caught Sally. The hot tomato soup spilt over the top of the Sandras breasts. Shrieking in shock as the hot soup trickled down her cleavage. Sally jumped back in fright, but Mr Clown took charge, and picking up a bottle of white wine he poured it all over Sandras steaming tomato covered breasts. The cold wine cooled Sandra down, by now the manager arrived and was dabbing Sandras boobs dry with his hanky.

Sandra looked wildly at Sally, but then saw Mr Clown was chuckling away to himself. Picking up a full tureen of Oxtail she emptied it over Mr Clowns head. His white fancy shirt and light grey suit turned brown as the soup ran down him staining his trousers. He stood and wild eyed grabbed the Chicken soup of Sallys trolley, the manager ran away as he saw Mr Clown heading towards Sandra. Sally looked mortified, and managed to pull Sandra out of the way just as two gallons of thick creamy white chicken soup covered Sally from head to toe. Her neat blonde hair is flattened and her blouse was turning transparent.

Clearing her eyes, Sally caught sight of Tasha wheeling her trolley, Sally grabbed the desert trolley and..

SWITCH WRITERSOver to Clownsnap

.. Picked up the huge thick creamy cheesecake that was sitting on the top and before Mr Clown could blink, she slammed the cheesecake into his face, sending the creamy filling all over his hair and stunned face!

Mr Clown was so humiliated, as he gently cleared the creamy Goo from his eyes. Through all the mess he could see Sally grinning a very sexy naughty smile Oops said Sal, I did not think it would be so creamy, she chuckles to herself, as Mr Clown walked towards the full dessert trolley of creamy custardy delights.
Well, let me see says Mr Clown, as he eyes all the cakes pastries and pies on the trolley, ah yes this will do nicely, and picks up the biggest creamy trifle you had ever seen. He walks slowly over to Sally who squirms as he approaches.

You would not dare exclaimed Sally, as Mr Clown holds the creamy trifle inches from her face.
Oh wouldnt I? He reads her name badge, SALLY Huh. ..SPLAT! The gooey dessert is pushed firmly into Sal's face, and Mr Clown twists the trifle around twice, laughing as the creamy toppings gather around Sallys hair. Ha ha ha, have that you naughty girl!

Mr Clown feels a tightening in his underpants as he watches the creamy custard slide down Sal's face, and over her pert tight chest. Mmnn you look stunning says Mr Clown, as he feels an even bigger tightening in his groin. Picking up a huge jug of custard, he lifts up Sal's short uniform skirt, and pulls open her knickers.

Sal looks into Mr Clowns eyes, and gives a sexy wink......

SWITCH WRITERS. Back to Sally

..and whispered in his ear, Go on then Mr Clown, if you think your man enough. Mr Clown was perturbed by Sallys challenge to him. He frowned for a second, then started to empty the Jugs content inside Sals panties. The custard soon filled the front of her knickers and Mr Clown effortlessly spun her around and completed his challenge, pouring the rest over her bottom and patting her backside till the custard oozed out of the seams of her knickers.

Sally was not going to take this lying down, so she made a grab for the fresh cream jug. Heading towards Mr Clown she caught sight of Sandra creeping up behind him, she was holding a strawberry flan in each hand. Sandra brought her hands together trapping Mr Clowns red face between the strawberry flans. His features disappeared in an explosion of cream and strawberry sauce, which dripped down from his face and body.

Sally seized the moment of his confusion and as he tried to clear his eyes, she tried to empty the jug of cream inside his trousers. She soon realised his trousers were too tight to his body to get the jug spout down. As she pondered, she saw Tasha run over and unclip his belt and unbutton his flies. There was a snigger from the restaurant customers as slowly Mr Clowns trousers slid gracefully down to his ankles leaving him standing in a pair of designer boxers that must have set him back sixty quid at least. This guy must be loaded, Sally thought to herself!

Sally suddenly heard the voice of her manager shout NO! But it was too late. She was a girl on a mission. Spotting his now obvious bulge she eased her hand over it softly, and then in a flash poured the rich cream inside his boxers and down the erect shaft that by now poked its head out to see the world. Satisfied, Sal stood back to admire her handiwork, meanwhile Sandra and Tasha were ensuring the cream reached all of Mr Clowns nooks and crannies. Tasha was now patting the erection sticking out from his boxers, while Sandra slathered more cream and custard into his buttocks. Mr Clowns face was a puzzle of pure enjoyment and total humiliation at the same time.

The Manger was screaming at Sally and Tasha to GET OUT NOW AND NEVER COME BACK
Sally was thrown out of the restaurant, and was refused permission to clean up. She had no phone with her, and no one to ring even if she did. She stood at the bus stop with cold custard running down her legs and her boobs on show from her wet transparent blouse.
Passing strangers were pointing and laughing at her.

Inside the restaurant Mr Clown was being cleaned up, he pull up his trousers and with a quick thanks to the manager, he pied Sandra once more as a parting gift, then left to get his car.
Sallys humiliation was complete when the bus pulled up and the driver told her Go Forth and multiply as she tried to board. Sobbing, Sally turns away and starts her long messy walk home. Here she was in this state all because of another womans mistake

END OF CHAPTER ONE:


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