Can you believe what Tara did to Daria? That's intense, I would not want to get on this girl's bad side Or maybe I would *wink*. If you don't know what I'm talking about you definitely need to go back and read Rise of Tara Part 2

Tara stood behind the door of the WAMS studios. The wardrobe department had given her clothes this time. She wore a white button-up shirt, black vest and black mini skirt. She noticed that it was very similar to what Daria was wearing the last time she was here. "Tara, you can come in now." Blane's voice came over the intercom. She eagerly opened up the door to see what damage had been done to a poor unfortunate girl, also vying for the coveted position of the presenter.

Mara made the introduction. "Sarah, this Tara, she's an intern working for us, trying to get some credit for her media degree. She'll be willing to do anything that you're wanting to do."

"Anything." Tara winked at the girl who had some batter dripping down her skirt and two pies on the inside of her shirt. And that was just the mess she could see.

Jenny continued. "Today, we'll be doing a cooking show, Sarah, you'll be the host, and Tara will be your willing..."

"Very willing." Tara interrupted.

"Very willing assistant. So just do what you can, let's see how creative you can be. Just take a minute, collect yourself, and go right in." After a beat, Sarah went into her presenter mode.

"Hello and welcome to WAMS's latest show Good Lookin' Cookin'. I'm your host with the most"

"Most what? Dicks since this morning?" Tara quipped.

A pie crashed into her face. "And this mouthy slut is my willing."

"Very willing." Another pie slammed into Tara's face.

"Fine, very willing assistant, Tara. Say hello Tara.

"Hello, Tara." Pie fell on her ample cleavage. As she spoke. The routine was beginning to elicit laughter out of the three sitting at the table.

"First we're going to bake a cake. We have all the ingredients here, eggs, flower, water. All we need is a bowl. I don't see a bowl. Did you forget to bring the bow?"

"Looks like I did, sorry boss." Tara shrugged.

"Well, we'll just have to make due. Get up on the table, on your back. You're familiar with that position." She followed the order and laid down on the clean part of the table. Lift your legs up, spread eagle. I need room to work." Tara did as she was told and lifted her legs high in a 'V'.

"No panties, you are a little whore. Are you even wearing a bra." She shoved her hand onto Taras shirt and grabbing onto her bare nipple. "That's just not hygienic, we'll need to cover those first." She ripped open Tara's shirt, exposing her bare C-Cups. She upended two pies onto her tits. "There, that's better. Now for the cake mix. We need a dozen eggs." She began cracking the shells into the skirt. The yolks were cold and invaded her shaven pussy. It was an interesting sensation that she had never felt before. After the twelve slimy eggs were swimming around her skirt. "Next, we'll add some flower to the thickness and the cake mix". Some flower was added along with the box of cake mix. "We now need to mix it thoroughly. Now I don't have a mixer, but I'll just have to make do with this." She picked up a battery-powered personal massager want and stuck it in the slush that was slowly seeping out her skirt and onto her belly. She very much enjoyed the batter that now engulfed her pussy and behind. The wand which was mixing it all together was an added bonus.

Sarah made sure to focus the want's vibrating end on her very swollen pussy lips. Tara began to moan and writhe where she lay. One hand even went to her breast to massage the pie covered mammary.

As she ground into the vibrating head, Sarah added pressure. She soon came into the mixture. "The final ingredient is of course cum, and this little pie slut has graciously given us that free of charge."

"You're mean. Why do you keep calling me bad names?" Tara breathed.

"Because you decided to come to a professional cooking show without any underwear."

"It didn't go with my outfit." Tara wined. "What are we going to do with this care batter, that's currently covering my crotch?"

"Hmmm, that's a good question, I hadn't thought about it. We don't really have an oven. Oh well." She unzipped the skirt and pulled it up, letting the batter flow on her stomach and puddle around her bottom. Tara took that time to put her legs down. "Let's see, what's next."

Sarah picked up a pie and smacked it into Tara's awaiting crotch. "Next we're going to make a gateaux le boob." She took two gateaux and slammed it into Tara's boobs. "You've been a good assistant, you deserve some goodies." Sarah got up on the table, and straddled Tara's head. She slammed a pie under her skirt and against her pantied crotch. She lowered onto Tara's face, and Tara delivered by lapping and sucking at the sweet goodness. Tara was skilled, her tongue moved the fabric to the side. Her tongue darted into the wet pussy of the girl on top of her.

"You are cheeky," Sarah breathed. After five minutes, Sarah sprayed Tara's face with her juices. "I think it's time for a banana split." Sarah got up and went to one of the tubs of melted ice cream. She poured it into Tara's open shirt. The cold temperature made her nipples harden through the melted milk product. Next, Sarah poured a gallon of chocolate syrup over her upper body. The flow made her moan as it massaged her skin.

"Where's the banana?" Tara asked with a cheeky smile. She was answered as a banana was shoved mercilessly into her helpless pussy. She felt it move in and out as Sarah mouth sucked on one of her hard nipples. The action made Tara arch her back and breathe with ecstasy.

Sarah stopped sucking on Tara's title and stood before the three executives. "And that is how you make a Banyan Slut I mean split. Have a good night." She smiled and waved exuberantly to the camera.

"Well done Sarah, you are definitely going on to the third round of interviews. Are you free for another hour."

"Anything for you Mr. Blane." She smiled and winked.

"Excellent. After you get cleaned up, Meriwether from our costume department will see that you get your clothes for the next interview. Just come back in here when you're done." Sarah skipped gleefully out of the studio and to the showers, leaving Tara on the table. soaking in ice cream and her own juices. Once the door closed Blane spoke. "Tara that was marvelous, you two definitely had major Spink and chemistry together. That's why we want to offer you a chance to be the presenting face of Daring Do. You've shown you can give and receives messy punishment without hesitation. You can think on your feet and are funny to boot. If you don't want this chance, we'd still love it if you were one of our stagehands."

Tara sat up in purchasing elation. "I'd love to be the presenter. just sign me up."

"I knew you'd be in." Jennifer cut in. "Here's the deal sugar. There are two other girls we've chosen, three if Sarah nails her third interview. We need to shoot some test footage for this show, not necessarily a full-length episode, just something we can show the execs to get their mouths watering. The winner of the test footage games will be the presenter. Don't worry, if you lose you'll be a higher-level stagehand, so losing the game won't mean you're off the show."

"Sounds super fun," Tara said excitedly.

"Great, just one more thing. Sarah was our last person that's going to move on to the third round of interviews. Since you know the format, that means there's no one in the dominant position. Would you like some revenge, Tara? You've been such a good sport so far and well, to be honest, you're here now and it would speed up the process."

Tara's face twisted into a devilish grin. "Oh, I would love to get her back." With that, Tara waited for Sarah to return playing the part of a submissive college intern.