As the three girls sat drinking at a pub in West London, a naughty idea started to form in Adelaide's mind. On the outside, Adelaide was everything that a proper young Englishwoman should be, but her WAM fetish and insatiable sexual appetite were well-known to her friends. Two of them were with her now: Rose, a redhead from Glasgow, Scotland, and Amara, born and raised in London the daughter of Palestinian refugees. The other girls detected that she was thinking of something before she even spoke.
"How would you ladies fancy getting messy tonight?" she finally asked.
"How messy?" asked Amara, giggling.
"Very!" Adelaide assured, sipping her drink.
Rose peered around the pub.
"There's not very many cute lads here tonight." she observed. "So I'd be keen."
Amara surveyed the pub clientele and signalled her agreement.
"Right then," said Adelaide. "My friend owns a bakery, and she donates the leftover slops to one of her friends out in the country who owns a few pigs. Custard, cream, syrup, frosting, treacle, things like that get dumped in a huge bin, which is kept refrigerated, so it doesn't spoil. Then, every morning, her friend comes with a lorry, picks up the full bin, and gives back an empty one. She also knows about my..uhm..fantasies, and she told me before that if I ever wanted to use some of the slops, that I was welcome."
The other girls expressed excitement, and Adelaide texted her friend to let her know of their plans. A text came back shortly afterward telling them that the bakery was just about to close, and that they should come in about half an hour, when the few other workers left.
The ladies caught a cab out west, towards Heathrow Airport, and arrived in the village where the bakery was located at just the right time. Adelaide's friend was just saying goodnight to the last of the bakery workers, when the ladies stepped out of the cab, cheeky looks on all their faces. Adelaide's friend handed her a key to the bakery, gave her a knowing look, and told her that there was a hose out back they could use to clean up any mess they made. She also said that she had wheeled the tub of slops out of the refrigeration room, and turned up the thermostat inside the bakery, so they would be more comfortable, but asked if they would put it back in the refrigeration room before they left. Then she wished them a fun night, got in her own car, and headed home. If she had noticed their outfits, she hadn't commented. Adelaide and Amara wore tight evening dresses, while Rose wore a blouse, jumper, and mini-skirt. Rose and Amara wore black, high-heel, leather knee boots, while Adelaide wore shiny, black, high-heel pumps. All three wore black stockings. If Adelaide's friend thought that they intended to undress before getting messy, she was wrong.
The ladies saw themselves through to the back of the bakery, where the lights had kindly been left on for them. And there it was, an enormous, wheeled bin near the very back. Six feet high and just as wide across. A small stepladder had been kindly positioned next to it.
The three girls took turns climbing up and looking into it. It was filled with a sloppy, sticky, brown gunk, the leftover slops of an enormous bakery operation. The other girls, smiling, advised Adelaide to go in first, as it had been her idea. She climbed up the stepladder, and leaned over, dipping her hand it the slop; a little bit stuck to the sleeve of her dress as she stirred it. Amara and Rose exchanged glances, nodded in silent agreement, and gave Adelaide a firm push on the bum. She shrieked in surprise went into the bin headfirst, her expensive high heel pumps sticking up in the air before they too submerged in the slop. Adelaide emerged a second or two later, spluttering, completely soaked in mess. She cursed at her friends, but her giggling gave away her true feelings. She laid down and paddled over to the other end of the bin, pulling her filthy, slop-soaked blonde hair over her shoulder as she then turned around.
"You next, mate." Rose giggled, gently pushing Amara toward the stepladder.
Amara couldn't wait. She climbed up and, bracing one of her boots on the rim of the bin, she jumped into the slop, splattering the surrounding floor with creamy mess. She giggled as she played in the cool slop, running it through her long, black hair and swimming over to Adelaide.
Rose was last in, she jumped in just like Amara, then leaned back to soak her beautiful red hair in the slop.
Adelaide feared that she would lose her heels in the slop so she took off her messy shoes and tossed them over the side, sticking up her messy stocking feet for the other girls to see.
As the girls played in the slop, their filthy clothes became increasingly heavy.
"My new boots are filled with slop!" announced Amara; and Rose helped her remove her ruined boots.
Amara then helped Rose remove her boots, and they savored how the sticky, creamy slop felt on their stocking feet.
By this point, both Adelaide and Amara were struggling to keep their dresses on; and they eventually removed them, dropping them over the side of the bin with two wet Splats! They figured their bras and knickers were pretty well ruined too, so they took them off and dropped them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Only Rose's outfit seemed to be coping with the mess, though her satin blouse was struggling by now. She too got undressed and dropped her clothes onto the floor, pausing to hold up her messy mini-skirt for the other girls to giggle at.
Now that the girls were stripped naked except for their stockings, it was much easier to move around, and they spent a good hour swimming and wallowing naked in the sloppy mess, each commenting how incredible the slop felt when rubbed all over their naked breasts, their nipples erect from both the temperature, and the naughty, sexual thrill of their unladylike behavior.
Finally, with all three girls exhausted, they climbed out of the bin and turned on the hose. The water was freezing, but this was probably for the better, since otherwise all three girls would absolutely stink the next day. They also washed away any mess splattered on the floor, washed out their filthy clothes, and pushed the slop bin back into the refrigeration room. They took a cab to Adelaide's row house, and the cabbie was even kind enough not to comment on the three giggling young women who climbed into his cab wrapped in towels and carrying plastic bags filled with wet clothes. They spent over an hour in Adelaide's large bathtub, lathering each other with soap, scrubbing each other clean, washing each others hair, and soaking in a luxurious bubble bath. Somehow they even mustered up the energy for a little more naughty playtime in bed before finally falling asleep together in Adelaide's bed. The next morning, Adelaide would go out and buy a nice bottle of wine for her friend who owned the bakery; she deserved it.