"Lauren Mudslides Again"

It was another typical Monday. Lauren enjoyed her work as a beautician, so as the weekend crept towards its inevitable conclusion, she felt no dread of Monday. In fact, Lauren felt quite good about Monday. New clients, familiar clients, old friends. The weekend's gossip was always worth catching up on!

Suddenly, the alarm clock said it was 5 am. Why do you never feel tired enough to sleep, until it is almost time to get up? Then, each moment at rest becomes so much more precious.

Once up, however, Lauren bounced into her work routine. Hair care and make-up are so important. These things cannot be rushed. She never rushed them. You never have a second chance to make a first impression. Lauren made good first impressions and good ongoing impressions too.

On with the uniform. Lauren was getting to like the new issue blue tunic and navy trousers. It was sleek and smart and accentuated her figure well. She always teamed it with her own jazzy socks, worn with flat ballet pumps.

By the time hair was dry, breakfast was ready and then it was time to go. The roads were busier than ever! Why can't children walk to school? Lauren tried to remember the time of her first appointment this morning. Was it nine, or nine-thirty? She tried to visualise the online diary she had last glanced at on Friday afternoon. No matter. She was still in time for nine, and nine-thirty would mean a little chat and gossip first.

It had been a good weekend, pub lunch on Saturday before the football. Paul was coming on a bit much. Lauren wanted to be just one of the group. The Town won. Paul wanted to come back to her flat. Lauren just felt the need for space. He means well, but sometimes he just doesn't get it.

Sunday was a good day too. Plenty of time and space to relax. Lauren had thought, a couple of times, about her recent charity event at work. She had been made to get into a bath full of mud to raise money. What made it really mad was the fact that she did this wearing her full uniform. They told her to take her shoes off, but that was it. She smiled as she remembered how her black socks had these jazzy bright green heels and toes and how silly she felt as she sank her feet into the mud, complete with socks on. That had been just so much fun! Unbelievably good fun! She remembered the look on her mum's face when her mum saw her ruined work clothes. "Why couldn't you have at least taken your socks off?" her mum had complained. Lauren smiled! In her own space now, there was no possible embarrassment over muddy clothes to wash. Washing muddy clothes was no chore. Getting them muddy in the first place was the best bit. It was more fun even than being with Paul. Well, not really, only sometimes.

That memory, of the charity mud bath, came back to Lauren again on her way to work. She had been surprised by how much fun she'd had squelching in the mud. Just imagine if they did that again! Who would be the first to volunteer? Then again, it was probably just a "one-off!"

The first appointment was at nine. No matter. From nine, Lauren was engrossed in her routine. She smiled, she chatted, and she administered her treatments with care and empathy. Completely professional. She was aware that some clients gave her a close look. She is very attractive. But boundaries are boundaries and no boundaries were ever crossed.

Lauren had ten minutes in the staff room. A quick check that she still looks perfect. A laugh with Kristi. This boy was dancing with her on Saturday night and cool as cool he just asked her for sex. Kristi told him to go and play with himself. Lauren loved the absolute no-nonsense wit of her friend and they frequently laughed uncontrollably together about Kristi's antics.

When is the next appointment?

Whilst pondering this, the boss breezed in. The girls turned to greet her. They all got on brilliantly and she wasn't a boss to fear. More like a friend, as long as the girls did their jobs. She looked at Lauren, smiling. "Lauren, thanks so much again for doing the mud thing, we raised over £250. Because it's such amazing PR for the salon, I've signed up to a charity partnership with the same organisation, you know, the animal rescue sanctuary just up the road. The thing is, they've just saved a load of neglected piglets so I was wondering if we could do something else? And as pigs are involved, it makes perfect sense to do something else muddy. I've had a bit of an idea..."

Lauren was amazed. It sounded like she might get the chance to have fun in the mud once more! She urged the boss to continue, and share her idea.

"Well, you see, (the boss continued) the sanctuary has never saved pigs before so they've had to build a big muddy enclosure. I mean, this thing is massive, and full of deep, thick mud. I think it would be a really excellent fundraiser if we set up a large slide and have you slide down it, into the mud. So that it's really funny, do it in your work uniform like last time. Even keep your socks and shoes on so you look totally normal. Or if you'd rather, just wear your socks. Once you're in there, wallow like a pig and get covered in mud! What do you say?"

Wow, Lauren thought. But she didn't want to appear too keen in case they thought she was mad so she hesitated slightly and thought she'd appear slightly reluctant. "Er, OK, I guess. If it's for a good cause and all that. Should I just wear my normal work shoes with black socks? Like these that I'm wearing now?" Lauren gestured downwards towards her impossibly cute ballet pumps with their sweet floppy bows on the front. She slipped one off to display her black sock with its contrasting bright-red toe and heel area. "Exactly!" the boss exclaimed. "Those shoes and socks are perfect for this wallow in the mud! I mean, if you wear wellies it'll look too contrived! I just want you covered in mud in your normal work clothes, including socks." Lauren smiled inwardly, secretly excited to do this. "OK, I'll dress exactly as I am now".

"Brilliant!" she almost shouted. "The pigs are coming in two days, we'll do it tomorrow so you have the mud all to yourself! We'll film it and charge a small fee on the website for customers to watch it, it'll be successful, I know it!"

When Lauren went home after work, her head was spinning about the activity. She felt incredibly nervous, but really excited about getting muddy. It had been such fun last time, and this was going to be an even bigger, filthier mud bath. A real pig sty! She actually struggled to sleep that night such was her excitement. She got up earlier than normal and dressed carefully in her doomed uniform. She carefully pulled her thin black socks onto her feet, the ones with the bright red heels and toes, then slipped her ballet pumps on. It seemed truly crazy that she would choose this footwear to sink in mud, but it was oddly exciting. The boss had indicated that the shoes were optional, but Lauren thought that maybe she'd wear them initially and maybe take them off once in the muddy pig sty. It might be easier to move around in the mud in just socks.
She looked herself up and down in the full-length mirror. She looked entirely normal. And that was the point. It was decidedly UN-normal to wallow in mud dressed like this! And she was looking forward to it.
Arriving at the salon, just before nine, it was clear this was not a normal working day. The boss was speaking urgently with a middle-aged, flowery lady. There was a camera crew, microphones and lights being shifted around.
"Your diary is clear for today, Lauren!" the Boss shouted, over the hubbub.
"Thanks!" Lauren smiled, conscious that the film crew were looking at her closely.
"Everyone ready?" the boss continued, "Come on, let's get going!"
Lauren clutched her holdall closely! Somehow, she knew, that the spare clothes which she had so carefully packed earlier, were going to be needed.
The film crew crammed themselves into a van; Lauren, her boss, and a man who seemed to be the director followed closely behind in the boss's car.
It was only a couple of miles out of town when they reached the sanctuary.
Building work was going on. Walkways, walls and signage were clearly under construction. But it was the centrepiece of the site that grabbed Lauren's attention. This was a brown pit, about twenty feet square. The earth appeared to have been dug out to construct embankments around. The surface of the pit was four or five feet below the top of the embankments, and it was a smooth surface of thick, wet mud. Little clumps of earth and clay projected themselves upwards, coated with a rich brown murk.
Lauren's heart thumped, was she really going in there? It seemed so!
The van was unpacked. A bank of lights turned the pit into a luminous arena of shimmering brownness. A large plastic slide was erected onto a frame of metal struts, reaching down from one side.
Lauren was feeling more and more excited, especially when the crew poured buckets and buckets of water down the slide. The mud at the bottom of the slide was now covered with a growing pool of wetness.
Lauren glanced down at her spotless, smart uniform. Yes, sometimes even dreams can come true.
The film crew were doing seemingly endless tests. Lights were brighter, and then a little dimmed. Lauren waited, nerves building all the time. But they were good nerves. More anticipation and excitement than anything unpleasant.
Finally, the director character piped up. "OK Lauren, we need to get some introductory footage so can we have you starting over there (he pointed). Basically, just walk towards the muddy pigsty looking clean, prim and proper!"
Lauren did as she was told, walking across the dusty surface outside the mud area in a very deliberate fashion, trying to look cute and stylish. The camera operator panned up and down, zooming in on Lauren's entire outfit, from her neatly ironed beautician's tunic right down to her cute little ballet pump shoes teamed with the jet-black socks. Lauren was really glad that she'd put such nice shoes and socks on, even though they were going to get very muddy. She felt sassy and attractive. She also felt a well of excitement in the pit of her stomach about the forthcoming mud bath. She couldn't wait to get in there.
"Brilliant Lauren, thanks for that! Now, I'm afraid that's the end of the clean part of the shoot, now we need you to climb up onto the slide and when I say go, slide down into the mud, so you are going to get very dirty." Lauren smiled coyly, but tried not to look "too" keen...
The director continued. "Now, the mud is quite safe, there is nothing sharp or unpleasant in it so if you wanted to it would be perfectly acceptable to take your shoes off before getting in. All I ask is that for an authentic "fully clothed" appearance, you do keep your socks on to go into the mud. If you do decide to keep your shoes on, be aware that the main area of mud in there will come up to your knees and it's very thick so it's extremely likely that it will suck your shoes off anyway, especially considering the style of shoe that you are wearing. It's up to you Lauren, shoes on, or just socks?"
Lauren giggled slightly, feeling a bit intoxicated by her status as the star of the show. "I think I'll keep my shoes on initially, but if they get pulled off, so be it. I'm OK with ending up in my socks, and it might make the video more entertaining if I lose my shoes in the mud".
The director looked happy. "I agree Lauren, great plan! OK, when you're ready, climb up the ladder to the top of the slide please".
Lauren took a deep breath and started to ascend the ladder. When she arrived at the summit she sat down on a small platform with the long slide ahead of her, terminating in the massive expanse of deep, brown mud. Her legs stretched out onto the slide in front of her in the smart, tight navy-blue trousers. They were relatively short so displayed a big area of her black socks, assisted by the tiny, low-cut ballet pump shoes. They looked great with their floppy bows on the fronts. Lauren smiled as she noticed that little bits of the bright red heels of her socks were just visible above the "shoe line". She loved those socks and felt oddly excited about wearing them to wallow in mud. She decided there and then that if she somehow managed to keep her shoes on in the mud, she would take them off by choice whilst in there. She wanted to play in the mud in her black and red socks. The red was so bright that she really wanted to see those heels and toes all muddy.
The director looked at Lauren closely as she sat on the edge of the platform, her feet gyrating from side to side on the damp plastic. He smiled, and Lauren smiled back. It was as if he understood this moment, it was as if he was sharing in her anticipation. Lauren's smile grew broader; she swept one hand over her hair and involuntarily pushed her shoulders back, trying to look alluring for the camera. Well, this was all in a good cause, and it's OK to look just a little bit sexy for a good cause. Lauren's figure, a trim and subtle rather than voluptuous shape, nudged at the front of her tunic.
The assistant emptied another bucket of water down the slide, being careful to avoid Lauren's legs, socks and shoes.
"That's great Lauren!" the director's enthusiasm and his instinct for a good shot took over him. "Keep that going, Lauren, that's great!"
These words of encouragement made Lauren's smile break into a laugh as she shuffled a little from side to side. She could feel the edge of the slide right under her bum, and she toyed with the security of her perch. The moment her weight shifted forwards, she would be gone. There was no coming back! This was a lovely feeling, playing with the anticipation, seeing the shining, shimmering wet muddiness below. And the camera was going to capture everything! Lauren pursed her lips and looked hard into the camera, as if she was seeing into the eyes of a lover.
The assistant poured more water. Lauren was desperate to get in the mud.
Ok! Enough teasing! Now, Lauren decided to go. She turned around to see the assistant, "Can you wet the slide again for me?" She was giggling slightly, sounding a little awkward, asking him. The assistant replied with a broad smile of approval. He sloshed another bucketful downwards, and this time Lauren felt it splash over her shoes a bit and its coldness seeped into her socks. She gave a little shiver of excitement.
Lauren put her hands on the edge of the platform and pushed forwards. For the tiniest moment of time nothing seemed to happen. She seemed to be suspended in air. Then she felt herself on the slide. It seemed to give way a little, it creaked and bent slightly before Lauren felt herself moving downwards. Within a second her descent was in full speed. Lauren lifted her feet as the mud rushed up and she screamed! There was no backing out now, she was about to be massively, massively gunged in the filthy pigsty!
Prior to terminating and putting Lauren into the mud, the slide levelled out somewhat, so Lauren's speed reduced. The slide was almost horizontal as it ended, and it was approximately 45cm above the surface of the mud. Lauren had time to think as she slid, unstoppably towards the end, and her inevitable drop into the glorious mud. She couldn't wait to sink in, shoes first. She wondered how the thick, knee deep ooze would feel as it covered her clothes.
Lauren squealed loudly as she went off the end of the slide. Her feet, clad in their sweet little ballet pumps teamed with her black socks, disappeared into the heaving mass of mud. Lauren caught a glimpse of the amazingly bright red heels of her black socks peeping out over her shoe-line as the mud engulfed her feet and didn't stop until it was halfway up her trouser legs. She ended up on her bum, sinking in the mud in a sitting position. Her landing had splashed wet mud for several metres across the "arena" much to the director's glee. Lauren could feel mud squelching up her trouser legs and oozing into her shoes as she sat there bathing in it. She didn't find it at all unpleasant, secretly loving how free and liberated this stunt made her feel. It was like playing in the mud as a child, except nobody was going to tell her off for getting dirty. She was actually allowed to do it!
The director piped up playfully. "Come on Lauren, don't just sit there, get up and have a walk around, try and sink in the really deep bits! Go on, we need you to get much muddier than that!"
Lauren smiled broadly, finding her predicament thrilling and humiliating in a way that blended into an incredibly lovely sensation. She struggled to her feet, finding herself very nearly up to her knees in the mud. She giggled at the imprint her pert bottom had left in the surface of the mud, laughing more as globules of the stuff fell off her filthy backside and oozed down her trouser legs. She attempted to withdraw her left foot from the mud to take a step, as had been requested. With a huge effort, accompanied by a loud sucking squelch, Lauren was able to pull her foot out. She knew immediately that the mud's suction had pulled her shoe off. "Ooh, I've lost my shoe!" she squeaked, revealing her foot. Although her sock was muddy, there was still a fair amount of its bright red toe and heel visible. In fact, the sole of her foot was mostly still black sock, rather than mud. It was Lauren's boss that spoke next. "Oh, nice socks Lauren! You're a sassy style-icon even when you're wallowing in mud! Fancy getting such great socks muddy!" Lauren giggled again, replying "If I have to get covered in mud, I'm not doing it in boring socks!" With a grin, Lauren put her now shoeless foot back down into the mud. The sassy black sock, with its bright red heel and toe squelched satisfyingly into the heaving ooze. Lauren felt it plastering all over the thin fabric of her sock. It wasn't at all unpleasant and she couldn't wait to get her other shoe off. Of course, this happened quite naturally when she tried to take a step with her right foot. Her shoe was stuck fast and came off. "Haha, that's both shoes sucked off now!" the happy girl chirped. She briefly displayed her half-clean right sock to nobody in particular before re-introducing it to the mud to continue her adventure with no shoes on. Lauren adored the sensation of squelching in the mud in her thin socks. It was so sensual and just, well, lovely!
The director continued to encourage Lauren to get even dirtier. "OK Lauren, can you leave your shoes, we'll try to find them for you later. Carry on just with your socks on now if you don't mind? Make your way over to the really gloopy, deep, squelchy stuff in the middle and get really filthy in it. Maybe lay down in the mud and make sure your clothes are really muddy. Go for it!"
This was music to Lauren's ears. Permission to abandon her shoes and writhe around in mud in her socks, then get her beauticians tunic really muddy was just wonderful!
There was a pause. It seemed to last and last. Lauren didn't mind. She just sat there. It was if this was the best place ever. Sitting in all this mud. And the best thing was, everyone else seemed to approve. Lauren could have just stayed her forever. She wriggled her toes, revelling in the feeling of the squelchy mud through her thin socks. How she loved the fact that the mud had taken her shoes off.
The director and his technicians seemed to be checking their equipment. They were staring, engrossed, at screens. Then they all gasped, jumped up and looked delighted.
Lauren tried to catch the director's eye. Was this a good shoot, or what?
The director finally responded, "Lauren!" he said, looking at this beautiful young lady. Probably the most beautiful young model he ever met in more than thirty years doing this job. He couldn't really believe that she'd willingly put herself into a mud-filled pigsty, fully-clothed. She seemed so happy about it as well. She'd even lost her shoes in the thick ooze. There she was, sitting in the mud. Giggling, smiling at him. Only one part of her was still clean. That was, her collar length soft blond hair. Falling deliciously around her shoulders.
"Lauren!" he finally announced, "Will you put mud in your hair?"
Lauren couldn't prevent another round of giggles.
She was so messy now, what difference would her hair make? And the director seemed to think it would make another good shot. She thought it would be fun to completely cover herself in mud.
Lauren settled back into the mud, letting it run over her shoulders. Then, she lunged forward, letting her shoulders sink right back into the pool. The mud sloshed over her neck and she helped it over her forehead and fringe. Before sinking down as deep as she could. Lauren's hair was now slathered in the same gloopy mud as her tunic, trousers and socks.
She was now, literally, taking a bath in mud. She giggled to herself as she writhed around enjoying the loud squelching noises coming from her filthy surroundings. She was as muddy as it was possible to be now, but she was enjoying the soft squelchy mud so much, she hoped she'd be allowed to play in it for a while longer. She decided to fulfil the directors request, made prior to the hair-muddying and make her way to the really deep, sloppy area to try to get even filthier.
The muddy girl struggled to her feet in the knee-deep mud. She started to wade towards the really deep, thick stuff in a theatrical fashion. Every step was very deliberate for the purpose of the photoshoot, accompanied by a loud sucky, squelchy noise as Lauren withdrew her foot. She made a point of displaying the fact that she only had socks on to the camera, this seemed to be what the director wanted. Her socks didn't really have a hint of black or red visible by now, they were completely muddy, but her feet looked oddly sleek, covered in the shiny, wet mud. Lauren was absolutely loving the process of wading to the "deep end". She felt so free as she frolicked in the mud. A huge part of her enjoyment was down to being in her smart uniform and her sassy black socks with the brightly coloured heels and toes. Although her socks were covered in mud, it just felt so nice knowing that they were gorgeous ones, down there in the ooze! Lauren had no idea why she found squelching in the mud in her socks such brilliant fun, but she was having an absolute blast getting totally filthy.
Finally, Lauren arrived at what had been affectionately termed "the deep end". There was a step down, so the mud became thigh-deep, well over the knees. The consistency also changed. It was much wetter, sloppier mud, rather like thick wallpaper paste. Lauren couldn't really get any dirtier, she was totally slathered, but she decided to bathe in this exciting, wetter area of the mud bog all the same. She launched herself into it with a squeal of delight, her once-smart trousers disappearing up to her slim thighs. With a giggle, she plunged down onto her knees so that the mud came up to her breasts. She couldn't resist massaging handfuls of the mud across her beautician's tunic, feeling her rock-hard nipples as she did so. That, teamed with some little twigs, deep in the mud that tickled the soles of her feet through her thin socks, was an undeniable turn-on for Lauren, she suddenly felt incredibly sexy as an assertive buzzing started in her tummy. Right, that was it then, she thought. She liked this because it was massively arousing! It all made sense now! The buzzing in her tummy intensified and, under the mud, she subtly stroked her crotch, through her mud-sodden trousers. She was absolutely going to climax there and then, and the director, and her boss, had no idea.
She tried to divert their attention a bit. "Oooh, it's really deep and sludgy here! I hope I don't get stuuuuck!!!" She blurted it out, with a wavering voice. She could feel herself flushing bright red but was beautifully disguised by mud all over her face. She couldn't hold it back. A powerful orgasm coursed through her system as she sat there in the deep sludge. She passed off her slight panting as a hammed-up struggle to get out of the mud and completely got away with it.
For a moment, the mud-covered beauty sat there, in the mud, stunned by what had just happened. Her trance was only broken by her boss calling out. "Well done Lauren, you've done a magnificent job as usual! We have some absolutely fantastic material so feel free to get yourself out of the mud now".
The filthy girl struggled to her feet, feeling slightly shaky after her unexpected orgasm, and started to wade through the mud to an area where it was possible to climb out. She decided to not even bother looking for her shoes, the pigs could find them. She squelched her way to an outside tap with a hose connected to it and asked the boss to hose her down. Lauren was amazed how in just a few short minutes she was relatively clean once more. Even the bright red heels and toes of her black socks popped once more, seemingly none the worse for their extensive mud bath. Lauren's boss wrapped her in towels whilst she was still fully-clothed and drove her back to work to get showered and changed properly.
Lauren found herself in a kind of shock about what had happened in the mud. But it was a good shock. She knew that mud, clothes and particularly socks would remain a fun part of her sexuality from that moment. She couldn't wait to see what the business tie-up with the animal charity would yield next...