"Jessica, by any chance have you ever done any modeling?"

He had waited until the end of their yoga session to approach her. Initiating the conversation had required him to summon all his courage.

She flashed a friendly smile.

"No, why?"

"I have a photoshoot coming up next week. I had two college students from Emory lined up, but one of them just backed out. I'm not looking for a professional model, just someone who would have fun being involved with the shoot."

"What would it involve?" Jessica asked, innocently.

Shane worked hard to conceal his horniness. All along, he had wanted to ask her, but he had not dared. He told himself that she could always say no. He was sure that a woman as beautiful, intelligent, and sophisticated as Jessica would find the prospect demeaning and reject it out of hand. Regardless of her reaction, he would be seeing her at yoga classes and in their coed workout group for months to come. That might be awkward. But now, he would take the chance.

"It involves pudding wrestling."

She let out a giggly gasp.

"Pudding wrestling?! Oh my gosh, I don't know..."

At first, she seemed to be laughing at the prospect. As one of Atlanta's most successful photographers, Shane Forrester was not used to being laughed at, even if he had developed a reputation for pushing the envelope with wacky, off-the-wall concepts for his photoshoots.

"So would I be wearing a bikini?"

"I think that would work pretty well. I have to warn you that you would be getting incredibly messy."

"My husband is out of town next week...You know what? Why not? I'll do it!"

Shane had assumed that she would participate reluctantly. Instead, she had reveled in the novelty of the experience. Additionally, apparently as a result of the event, Jessica and her husband, Ryan, had discovered a latent kink. The photos had turned out even better than Shane could have imagined. He had assumed that she would not give him permission to post a few of the provocative shots on Facebook, and tag her. But, perhaps succumbing to the thrill of exhibitionism, she had. Her friends' comments ranged from, "Jessica! You rock! I can't believe you did this! That looks SO FUN!" To "???" The members of their yoga class had been overwhelmingly supportive and amused. Jessica's crazy pudding wrestling adventure had been an occasional topic of causal conversation in the close-knit group.

Shane knew that the concept was artistic gold, and that it had to be revisited. Six months later, he was prepared to reveal another idea for a messy photoshoot, one that was perhaps even more taboo-shattering. He thought that Jessica and two other highly attractive women in the yoga class, along with their significant others, would be perfect subjects. The concept was simple. He would cover the floor and walls of the studio with plastic, bring in outrageous quantities of the messiest food items imaginable, and set the participants loose to have a massive food fight that would last the entire night. For a few hours, a group of stressed out young professionals in their late 20s and early 30s would have the chance to shed all adult responsibility, to do something utterly stupid, immature, wasteful, and mindless. Not only would the photos be sexy, they would capture a playful, childlike sense of joy.

They were hanging out at Starbucks, having just finished a workout, when he brought up the idea.

"Oh no," Jessica moaned with sudden disappointment as she whipped out her iPhone to consult her schedule.

"Ryan and I are going to Paris for a few weeks in June. Do you know what the date would be?"

"Probably late evening on Friday, the seventh."

Jessica sighed in relief.

"Awesome! That's just before we leave!"

Lauren was a twenty-something legal intern with short, wavy blond hair and a princess-like face. She considered the idea with a sweet, naive eagerness.

"I would have to ask my boyfriend," she explained. "Knowing him, it seems like something he would be up for. If he says yes, I would totally do it. I always dreamed of being in a food fight."

"Rad," said Shane. "Julia, do you think you and Michael would like to participate?"

She was around 30, with clear blue eyes and lovely auburn hair which fell just below her shoulders. She had listened to the proposition with quiet amusement, incredulity, and reluctance.

"I have to admit that it does sound fun," Julia began. "Maybe if it was a few years ago...but we've got a two and a half-year-old at home. Priorities kind of change, you know?"

"Have you ever heard of a babysitter?" Jessica teased, good-naturedly.

"I know, it's so tempting. But it would be his first time ever staying at the babysitter's overnight...I don't know, let me talk it over with Michael..."

* * *

At approximately quarter after nine pm on Friday, June seventh, Julia and Michael Lange left their comfortable suburban Atlanta home, bound for Shane Forrester's photography studio in the city's trendy Midtown district.

"This feels so naughty and irresponsible," giggled Julia, giving her husband's arm a playful rub as he weaved through the evening traffic. "I can't believe we just dumped Jacob at the babysitter's so mommy and daddy can spend the night throwing food at each other. I hope he'll be OK."

"It's kind of awesome, isn't it?" Michael grinned. "When was the last time we gave ourselves permission to do something this crazy and spontaneous?"

They had put considerable effort into their preparations for the photoshoot. For both of them, the preparations had been fun, and strangely even a turn-on. With his help, she had picked out a beautiful and highly flattering light blue floral and gingham spaghetti-strap mini dress. That afternoon, she had had her hair and makeup done. The young female cosmetologist had been so proud of her expert, painstaking work. Julia had been prepared for the inevitable question.

"So, what's the occasion?"

"My husband and I are attending a pretty crazy party/photoshoot event tonight..."

The girl had smiled with curiosity.

"Crazy? In what way?"

"We're going to be having a massive food fight with some friends..."

Having just completed her services, the cosmetologist was almost rendered speechless.

"Wow...ok...well...have fun, I guess...At least you will look really stunning when you arrive..."

In an email, Shane had left explicit instructions regarding how the night would unfold:

"We have lots of time, hours, really. I will have drinks and light hors d'oeuvres for you to actually eat when you arrive. At first, we'll treat it as a typical, casual yet elegant social event. To build anticipation, I want to challenge you to see how long you can hold out before the food starts flying. You will have access to a shower afterwards, with soap and shampoo. You will definitely want to bring a towel and a change of cloths."

Apart from the thick plastic which covered the floor and walls, the loft space at Shane's studio looked almost normal on first inspection. Candles had been lit. A table, dressed in white linen, contained bottles of wine, beer, and other assorted drinks, as well as a tray of enticing hors d'oeuvres. Plastic stools occupied the middle of the room. The floor was covered with a soft, cushiony tarp.

Everyone decided to go barefoot. The guys, who wore bright swim shorts, would be free to remove their T shirts if they wished. Jessica and Lauren, as well as Julia, had put great effort into their hair and makeup. Jessica wore a tight, low-cut black spaghetti strap mini dress. Glorious, glistening chestnut-brown hair fell just below her shoulders. Lauren's club dress was a stunning, immaculate white. Her wavy blond hair was in a short, stylish bob. Julia had opted to pull her auburn hair back into a neat ponytail.

Introductions were made. At times grinning sheepishly, Ryan and Michael hung out with Lauren's boyfriend, Adam, and attempted a distracted conversation about sports. Everyone's attention shifted as Shane and his assistants discreetly began to wheel in a series of large metal carts. Rows of cream pies and elaborately decorated cakes came into view. Another cart contained already opened, jumbo-sized cans of baked beans, Spaghetti-Os, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, apple sauce, and corn chowder. There was ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauce, raw eggs, peanut butter, and a carton of squishy, overly ripe tomatoes. Containers of already softening vanilla ice cream had been carelessly left to melt.

"Oh, this is going to be epic!" Jessica giggled, giving Michael's hand a squeeze.

Lauren shifted her feet, giggled, and brushed a hand through her neatly styled hair. She looked at Adam.

"This is going to be such a mess..." she moaned quietly, her voice trailing off. "I can't believe we're doing this..."

Julia took a deep breath. For a moment, a look of trepidation, even dread, flashed across her face. She looked at Michael and just smiled. He put a reassuring arm around her, cuddled her, and then gently massaged her back.

Four bright inflatable kiddie pools were dragged into the room, followed by four plastic trash cans. With great effort, two of Shane's assistants lifted one of the trash cans and let it tip. Cold, squishy, jiggly strawberry gelatin dumped into one of the pools. The other pools were filled with cool chocolate pudding, cold, gloppy mashed potatoes, and thick cake batter. Brightly colored plastic children's shovels and pails were placed around the pools, in anticipation of playtime.

"This is insane!" Lauren giggled.

Music began to play in the background. A video camera panned the room, while two other cameras began to click. They poured drinks, enjoyed the hors d'oeuvres, and tried to make small talk. It felt as if they were trying to say lines in a play, but constantly breaking character.

"Julia, I love your dress," said Lauren.

"Thank you!" Julia answered, attempting to hold back a giggle. "Lauren, how is work going?"

Now, they were both trying to stifle giggles.

"Oh, you know...It's kind of the same...Busy..."

Among the six of them, it went on like that...and on...and on...and on. The mounting anticipation felt deliciously torturous and excruciating. In the middle of conversations, they found themselves stealing glances at the contents of the carts. There was an unusual amount of nervous laughter.

Julia had a feeling that, at any moment, total mayhem could erupt. Having overcome initial reservations, she was ready to have fun. She snuck to one of the carts, selected a gooey chocolate cupcake, and concealed it behind her back.

"Honey, did you know that there are cupcakes?" Julia asked Michael sweetly, while desperately attempting to suppress a giggle. She revealed the cupcake, pushed it towards her husband's mouth, and then "missed," allowing frosting to smear across his face. With the palm of her hand, she gave the cupcake a firm push and rubbed it in. When she let go, it crumbled and dropped to the floor in pieces.

"Oops...Sorry..."

Michael was holding a glass of red wine. Carelessly, he allowed the wine to slosh and spill. Julia felt the small trickle of wine saturate a spot on her brand new dress, and splash onto her legs.

"I'm so sorry. That was an accident," grinned Michael. "I didn't mean to do that. Red wine doesn't leave a stain, does it?"

"No, you totally meant to do that!" Julia answered, feigning anger but dissolving into giggles. "How would you like some soup, dear?"

Playing along with the charade, Michael took a seat and braced himself for what was coming. The room erupted in rowdy cheers of delight. With a gleeful smirk, Julia slowly picked up a can of cold, lumpy corn chowder. Teasingly, she approached her husband, who watched helplessly. Beaming with joy, she held the can over his head, then let it tip.

"Oooh..." The others reacted with a collective groan, cheers, and riotous laughter as Michael received the entire can of chowder over his head.

For a moment, he froze, comically, and accepted defeat and humiliation. Then, slowly, he stood up, dripping from head to foot. He began to survey the items on the carts. Julia let out a giggly shriek, pulled her arms in close, and clenched her hands. Michael took his time to make a selection. Then, slowly, he picked up a heavy, gooey chocolate cream pie. Slowly, he approached his lovely wife, pie in hand. The others cheered with earsplitting enthusiasm.

Julia dropped her arms to her sides in resignation, dutifully stood and just waited for it. For a moment, he paused, and they both laughed and gazed lovingly into one anther's eyes. Then, he raised the pie in aim. She giggled and her body stiffened.

SPLAT. With one firm, decisive push, Michael delivered the pie squarely into Julia's face. It hit with a satisfying, unceremonious slap. Whipped cream and pudding splattered violently in all directions, oozed over the sides of the deep aluminum foil plate, dropped in thick, heavy clumps onto Julia's shoulders, and slid into her cleavage, coating the top portion of her dress. Gleefully, he smeared it up into her auburn hair and wiped it down her ponytail. When the plate dropped, she was unrecognizable. For a moment, her mouth hung agape under the suffocating mask, and then she burst into laughter. Passionately, they embraced, and shared a long, tasty kiss.

With wild abandon, Jessica and Ryan picked up pies and lunged towards one another. SPLAT. SMOOSH. Within seconds, both of their faces were erased. Behaving like immature children, they pushed and smeared the pies around, attempting to inflict maximum damage. When the plate dropped, Jessica doubled over and shrieked with uncontrollable laughter. Pie hung from her hair, and her black dress was plastered.

With both hands, Adam lifted a heavy, bulk-sized can of Hershey's chocolate syrup.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?!" Lauren protested through giggles, already knowing the answer. "No...please, not in my hair!"

"I love you," he said with a grin as he lifted the can over her head and let it tip.

Thick, heavy chocolate syrup consumed Lauren. Her blond hair vanished under a sticky black mass. Within seconds, the fashionably styled bob was a matted down memory. Her mouth hung open, as if in shock. The chocolate deluge hit he shoulders, poured into her cleavage, obliterated the white minidress, dripped onto her smooth, well-shaped thighs, and streamed down her legs.

Now, the room erupted in total chaos. Julia let out a giggly shriek as a can of baked beans was dumped over her head. Jessica and Ryan splashed one another with Spaghetti-Os. A cream pie was shoved in Lauren's face, and rubbed around for emphasis. Cupcakes were thrown and smeared. Raw eggs and squishy tomatoes flew through the air, pelting the intended targets. Peanut butter was scooped out in gobs and smeared across bare skin and into hair. Jessica screamed as she was slimed with a container of mostly melted ice cream. Feverishly, Julia and Michael grabbed plastic bottles of ketchup and mustard, aimed and squirted. Streams of deep red and bright yellow hit their bodies. A second full bottle of mustard was squirted directly into what was left of Julia's hair. Soon, Lauren and Adam joined in the condiment war.

The floor had turned into a slippery, soupy mess. Dripping, and consumed in slop, they stepped through it with their bare feet, enjoying the sensation and trying not to slip. While on her way to Ryan with a squirt bottle of sweet barbecue sauce, Jessica nearly lost her balance, but righted herself just in time. A moment later, Lauren slipped, slid on her ass, and shook with uncontrollable giggles. Julia shrieked with wild laughter as Michael pushed her into the pool of cake batter. Jessica plopped into the mashed potatoes, and then wallowed in the jello. The substances in the pools sloshed out onto the floor, contributing to the previously inconceivable mess. They played with the pails and shovels, enjoying the ridiculousness of the activity. Julia rolled in the mashed potatoes, and then let Michael dump a pail of cake batter over her head.

A few moments later, Jessica stood over a large, elaborately decorated triple chocolate layer cake which Ryan had placed on a stool. Pausing to wipe their eyes, the others began to cheer. Jessica's mouth opened, as if with orgasmic pleasure, as she sank into the moist, gooey cake, crushing it flat, and sending glop oozing over the sides of the stool.

"Oh my God, that feels so amazing!" Jessica exclaimed. "This is so much fun!"

When she stood up, what remained of the cake clung to the back of her saturated minidress. It was a sight so ridiculous that everyone laughed.

"That must have been a really expensive cake," Lauren giggled. "Some baker worked for hours on that..."

"We have nine more cakes to destroy!" Ryan announced. "Julia, which one do you want to sit in? We have a strawberry mousse cake, chocolate ganache, and a black forest cake."

"It doesn't matter," she answered, shaking with giggles at the absurdity of the question. "I'll sit in the black forest cake."

She wiped both hands over her hair, attempting to push off layers of accumulated gunk.

"I feel so gross," she moaned through giggles, flinging off bits of slop, and glancing down to survey the shocking condition of her ruined, fully saturated minidress. Cake batter clung to her smooth, attractive legs, as well as her arms. She was covered from head to foot.

A black forest cake was placed on the stool, and Julia, dripping and unrecognizable, took her place.

"Watch out Michael, next she's going to want to do this to your kid's birthday cake," joked Jessica.

"Don't say that!" Julia said, melting into giggles. "That would be so sad!"

With decadent pleasure, Julia sank into the elaborate black forest cake, and crushed it flat. The act was so counterintuitive, so wasteful, yet so liberating.

The women destroyed a few more cakes. Then, they began to slip and slide around in the ooze. Michael dropped a cake on top of Julia while she lay on her back in the slop. Then, he climbed on top of her. She could feel the hardness of his cock as their slippery bodies came into contact. The six of them rolled around, slid, wallowed, and played, indulging in wild Dionysian pleasure. They made slop angels. It was a unique, tactile experience. The women had entered the studio, dressed for a night on the town. Now, they looked like creatures from a bad science fiction film. Gradually, the wild shrieks of laughter died down, and the ruined minidresses came off. Laying in the slop, they kissed, caressed one another, and made tender, sensuous love which continued in the shower.

"That was so much fun," said Julia with quiet contentment. "We should do this at least once a year."

They went home to their respectable lives. Shane's photographs and video would be the only incriminating evidence of their wild, messy orgy.