Story written in response to a request from an anonymous reader.

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The Research Institute for Latent Emotions was Stan's final collection of the day. He was very much looking forward to finishing his job and getting home, so he could put his feet up for a rest. As usual he'd been up and out of the house before the break of dawn, so he could begin his rounds. But just two more cylinders to pick up and he could call it a day.

"Hi Stan, can you park round back and use the service elevator as we have a charity event on shortly" the gate guard said.

Stan nodded his agreement and drove his van to the rear of the Research Institute and parked up. He got out, taking his folding trolley with him and made his way over to the backdoor. Flashing his ID card at the reader, Stan gained access to the building. He took the elevator up three floors to the laboratory and quickly located the yellow cylinders awaiting disposal.

Putting on a pair of thick rubber gloves Stan carefully reached for the first cylinder. He wasn't exactly sure what it contained, it was simply labelled "Serum 41". But he knew the lab experimented with various substances that lowered inhibitions and wasn't going to take any chances. He picked up the first cylinder and strapped it to his trolley, failing to spot the dent on the bottom. He then took the second cylinder and secured it against the first.

Stan wheeled the laden trolley down the corridor to the lift. As he did so, a clear odourless liquid leaked from the first cylinder and dripped on to the tiled floor before making its way into the cracks and flowing down into the ventilation system.

* * *

Alison was very excited as she arrived at home. She's arranged to have the afternoon off work as she was attending a charity tea party in the afternoon, which gave her the perfect excuse to dress up. After a light lunch of cream cheese on crackers she made her way upstairs to the bathroom and stripped off her work clothes before stepping into the shower.

Once clean and with her long blonde hair freshly washed, Alison brushed her teeth before heading to the bedroom to consider her outfit. She was still undecided about which gown to wear but immediately put on her new black lace bra and panties set which was both comfortable and sexy. As the event was women only Alison decided to forego the matching stockings she'd have usually worn to entice the odd man or two.

That just left the all-important decision of what dress to wear. And of course, which pair of shoes. And then of there was the question of what handbag to take. Decisions, decisions thought Alison.

She tried on her favourite little black dress first, but it looked too slutty (even without stockings) for the event. Next up was a more conservative silky grey gown which Alison rejected as soon as she saw herself in the mirror as it made her look much older than her forty years, or late thirties which was all she'd admit to even to her best friends. Her yellow summer dress was likewise dismissed as she knew she'd put on a couple of pounds since buying it, not that any of her boyfriends had ever complained about her larger than average size.

So that just left her lucky red dress. Lucky because every time she'd worn it she'd ended up pulling some hunk, even if most of them had just been one-night stands. The dress fitted perfectly and a quick glance at the mirror confirmed the decision. It also made the choice of shoes and bag simple as she had the ideal pair of gold strappy stilettos and clutch bag to match the dress.

Next came the make-up or her war paint as Alison thought of it. First primer, then foundation, then blusher, mascara, lipstick and finally nail polish. That just left the jewellery to sort out before the taxi she'd booked was due to arrive.

Alison reflected that it was a good thing she'd given herself a couple of hours to get ready. She had originally planned to also bake one of her famous key lime pies for the event, even though she knew it was fully catered. She was glad she hadn't bothered now as with moments to spare she put on her coat and stepped outside just as her transport arrived.

* * *

Delphine and her sister Elise were just finishing setting up the cakes and desserts for the afternoon ball. Baking and waiting on snooty English women had hardly been high on Delphine's agenda when she'd moved across the channel to study dance, but she was glad of the extra income. And more importantly it allowed her to spend time with her younger sister who she adored.

"Avez-vous fini?" Elise asked her.

"In English remember" Delphine reminded her sister.

"Je suis..." Elise paused and corrected herself "I'm sorry."

Neither sister noticed the gentle drips of clear liquid that fell from the ceiling and landed on the cakes and desserts they had just prepared. Equally neither noticed the significantly greater volume of the liquid that fell into the punch bowl which was resting on one of the adjacent tables.

Having completed their setting up both sister went to change into their waitress uniforms before the guests started to arrive.

* * *

Alison got out of the taxi and paid the driver. She then walked over to the entrance of the Research Institute and went in. In the foyer there was a dark haired young woman who took her coat before directing Alison to the main hall where the event was taking place. Inside the hall was another woman handing out drinks who looked remarkably like the one who had taken Alison's coat.

Either this place was researching cloning, or the two women must be siblings. A closer look at the second woman confirmed Alison's thought about them being sisters as she appeared to be a couple of years older, marginally taller and of leaner physique than the woman in the foyer. Alison accepted a glass of bubbly from the woman and started looking round for someone to chat to.

There were around twenty smartly dressed woman mulling about the room, but none Alison immediately recognised. She was about to give up and go look at the food on offer when she spotted Kylie. In fact, it was hard to miss Kylie with low cut silver sequin dress and pure white hair. Alison hadn't initially spotted her because the last time she'd seen her Kylie's hair had been a vivid shape of purple. Alison made her way over to her friend.

"Fancy meeting you here!" Alison exclaimed.

"Well if I know you were coming I wouldn't have bothered" Kylie responded.

Kylie then belied her words by wrapping Alison in a friendly hug. Alison was taken back to a prior drink fuelled conversation where Kylie had been boasting about wrestling naked with another woman. From the strength of the hug Alison could well believe the story to be true. Alison had had to leave before hearing the end of the story but being as Kylie was openly bisexual it probably ended with her in bed "grappling" with her opponent.

"I hear that Lady Snooty will be speaking" Kylie said.

Alison knew who she meant. Celia Daventree was probably the richest and most influential person in the area. She was the current borough mayor and one of the main investors in the Research Institute for Latent Emotions. Alison had never had any personal dealings with her, but she knew plenty of people who had. They'd invariably described her as stuck up, condescending, tedious and in love with the sound of her own voice.

"Well in that case let's forget this cheap champagne and get some real drinks" Alison stated.

The two friends made their way over to the side of the hall where the food and drinks were being kept. Both were impressed by the sight of all the cakes and pies for the event. Less impressive was the range of alcoholic drinks on display so they decided to gamble on the punch. Alison ladled out generous amounts of the cloudy liquid into two tumblers and handed one to Kylie who knocked back the drink in one go.

"Not bad" Kylie declared.

Alison agreed with Kylie's verdict and soon the two of them were knocking back drink after drink. In fact, they became so engrossed in their drinking that they failed to notice when the guest of honour arrived and were only alerted to the fact when the mayor's assistant stepped forward and called for quiet.

"Ladies, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you her worship the mayor" the nervous looking assistant declared.

Everyone gave the mayor a polite round of applause and tried not to look too bored as she began a lengthy speech which mostly seemed to revolve around how great she was a what a wonderful job she was doing. It wasn't long before Alison realised she had finished her drink and her glass was empty. She turned to see if Kylie wanted another drink, but her friend seemed to be giving her full attention to the speech. For some reason that gave Alison an evil idea.

She had no idea where the idea had come from or why she was acting upon it, but Alison returned her glass to the nearby table and picked up one of the cream pies. She then stepped behind Kylie and tapped her on the shoulder. As her friend turned to face her, Alison tied to stop her herself but the compulsion was too strong and she thrust the pie she was holding into Kylie's face.

* * *

Celia was just getting to the middle part of her speech when she realised that commotion had broken out at the rear of her audience. Didn't these people know who she was and how long it had taken her to get ready for the event and that wasn't counting the visit to the hair stylist yesterday to touch up her glorious red hair or the visit to the nail salon this morning.

"What's going on back there?" she demanded to know.

Some of the audience parted and Celia could see two women fighting with one another. A young woman with white hair and a white cream covered face was attempting to force a much larger woman over towards a table laden with pies and cakes. Finally, the smaller woman seemed to give up on moving the other woman and instead stepped next to the table and grabbed a cream pie which she seemed intent on throwing at her adversary.

"Put that pie down!" Celia ordered.

The woman momentarily paused in her act before re-adjusting her aim and letting fly with the creamy dessert. The pie sailed through the air in Celia's direction. Before she could react, her assistant Lindy dived forward to catch the pie screaming out "Nooooooo!" as she did so. Unfortunately Lindy failed, and the pie continued its journey and splattered into Celia's indignant face.

* * *

Alison couldn't believe what was happening or that she'd been the cause of it. Her friend and now the mayor stood there pie faced with an audience of elegantly dressed women looking on. Some of the women were clearly in shock whilst others were trying hard to hide their laughter.

"How dare you pie the mayor!" the mayor's assistant exclaimed.

She came striding across the hall, picked up a pie from the table and moved over to Alison and Kylie. She glared at both of them before stepping over towards Kylie and raising the pie she carried. Then changing her mind, she spun round and smashed the pie into Alison's face. Alison should have been surprised and embarrassed by the messy humiliation but for some reason it excited her.

Alison and Kylie both picked up a pie and stood either side of Lindy. The assistant clearly knew what was about to happen to her, as did the mayor who rushed over to save her. But it was too late as Alison and Kylie sandwiched the thirty something's head between their pies.

"Think you can get away with doing that to my assitant do you??" Celia asked rhetorically.

She picked up two pies and simultaneously delivered them into Alison and Kylie's faces, making sure to twist them around for maximum effect. The two friends weren't going to stand there for that and quickly grabbed a pie each from the table before advancing on the mayor who covered her face with her hands in an attempt to avoid further humiliation. Kylie passed her pie to Alison and proceeded to grab hold of the mayor's dress.

With one almighty yank Kylie ripped the mayor's dress from off her body to leave her standing there in just her leopard print bra and panties. Kylie took back her pie and smeared it across the mayor's bra-clad breasts. The mayor dropped her hands to better see this latest indignity inflicted upon her only for Alison hit her in the face with her pie.

With the mayor temporary blinded the pair moved back to her assistant. Kylie picked up a pair of pies whilst Alison stripped her of her gown. Kylie then rubbed one of the pies in Lindy's face. Alison reached for the other pie Kylie was holding with the intent of smearing it across Lindy's chest, but Kylie refused to hand it over.

"Let me have it" Alison demanded.

As soon as Alison had said the words she knew what was going to happen. Kylie took the pie she was carrying and smashed it into Alison's face. Alison also wasn't surprised when moments later she felt Kylie's hands upon her shoulder and soon, like the mayor and her assistant before her, she found herself divested of her party dress.

By the time Alison had wiped the pie cream from out of her eyes and could clearly see again, Kylie had made her escape. That left Alison at the tender mercies of the mayor and her assistant who were both armed with pies and looking menacingly at her.

The mayor acted first, unclipping Alison's bra to let her enormous tits flop out before she and her assistant took it in turn to smear a pie over each breast. The assistant then spun Alison around so her was facing the desserts table and pushed her face down into a large cake. The mayor followed this up by depositing a pie on the back of Alison's head, driving her face further into the depths of the cake.

* * *

Delphine was stunned by what was happening. First a commotion in the audience, then the mayor receiving a pie in the face and then the mayor, her assistant and the two women who had started it getting into a messy fight which included being stripped of their posh frocks. What on earth was causing all these usually elegrantly behaved English women to act in such a fashion she wondered.

"Ca a lair amusant!" Elise said excitedly.

Delphine turned to berate her sister, both for speaking in French and for her childish attitude, only to see that Elise was holding a cream pie and had a mischievous smile plastered across her face. Moments later it was Delphine who had something plastered across her face, namely the pie that her sister had been holding.

Elise dashed over to the desserts table, grabbed a couple of pies and started throwing them at random. As the pies hit the ladies present they would undergo a complete change of character and soon it became to complete free for all as the women threw pies at one another and stripped each other of their clothing.

* * *

Alison finally managed to extract her face from the cake and took a moment to get her bearings. Luckily the mayor had moved on to messing up other targets leaving her assistant in her own. Alison took this as her opportunity for a little revenge. First, she planned to finish what Kylie had disrupted before.

Picking up a pair of pies Alison rubbed them against Lindy's chest. Lindy didn't seem to mind and in fact looked like she was enjoying the experience, so Alison took it a step further by removing Lindy's bra and repeating the pieings this time against her bare breasts. Lindy sighed with pleasure and Alison realised that both of them were getting more than a little turned on by the situation.

Elsewhere the mayor was berating the head waitress who was doing her best to apologise. Unfortunately the mayor was having none of it, instead she grabbed a nearby chair and placed a pie upon it. Then taking hold of the waitress she pulled up her skirt and forced her to sit down onto the chair and into the waiting pie.

By this time Alison and Lindy were trading pies tit-for-tat with one another. That came to an end when Alison picked up a jug of cream and pulling out the waistband of Lindy's panties poured the contents down into them. Lindy looked shocked for a moment then began to smile as she went over to the table to pick up her own jug.

Alison reached down and pulled out the waistband of her own knickers. As she awaited Lindy's return she caught a glimpse of Kylie out of the corner of her eye. It appeared that her friend had caught up with the younger waitress and the two were now busily making out with one another, each covered only with a layer of pie filling to protect their modesty.

Her attention was soon brought back to her own situation as Alison felt something cold invade her nether regions. Lindy had obtained a jug of custard and was grinning knowingly as she emptied it into Alison's panties.

"Oh my!" Alison exclaimed.

The feeling of the custard was almost too much for Alison. Once Lindy had finished with the jug Alison grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Lindy broke the kiss which disappointed Alison momentarily, until she reached down and removed both their panties before resuming the kiss. The pair tumbled to the floor in one another's arms.

* * *

Sophie was somewhat flustered as she made her way into the Research Institute. She'd never been to one of these events before and was running very, very late. She took a moment or two to calm herself down, subconsciously running her fingers through her above the shoulder length brown hair as she did so. Then gathering her wits about her she opened the door to the hall.

"What the " she uttered.

Inside was a scene of utter chaos. About forty or so women in various stages of undress were rolling around on the floor in what appeared to be copious amounts of pie filling. Sophie began to close the door but a barrage of pies came flying from all over the room and splattered all over her.

As the pies struck, Sophie's entire demeanour changed. She discarded the dress she was wearing and threw herself into the undulating mass of messy female bodies.

The end.