Chapter 1

There was no denying the previous two days had been the strangest and most unpredictable that Cara had ever experienced, but here she was now entering day three and she had a feeling things wouldn't be getting any less strange.

Following the events of the previous night, both Jenny and Cara were determined to get to the bottom of what "Your Desires Clothing" were up to, and how they had the ability to control your thoughts and actions.

It wasn't long before Cara heard the pad-pad-pad of Jenny's bare feet on the wooden staircase as she bleary-eyed made her way into the kitchen. "Morning," she said, stifling a yawn, and padded over to the coffee pot. Cara raised her own mug as a greeting. "Morning," she replied. "Don't need to ask how you slept last night," she said, taking a long drink of coffee.

"Umm about as good as you did," Jenny replied, still pouring coffee.

Cara nodded, now rubbing her eyes and stretching. "You'd think we'd sleep well with what's been happening," she replied. "But I can't shut my brain off at the moment, it's on the go all the time."

Jenny nodded, taking a long deep drink of the warm coffee. "It's understandable. It's like a mystery that we've got wrapped up in, and now we need to solve it."

Cara couldn't help but smile at the thought of her and Jenny solving mysteries. "So who's Holmes and who's Watson?" she said, shooting a cheeky grin at Jenny.

"Well, it's elemental, my dear Watson," retorted Jenny, smoking an imaginary pipe.

Both women broke into giggling as the case of the dastardly clothing company got discussed in their best Victorian accents. Soon though it was time to actually start some real investigation work as Jenny once again pulled up the information she'd found on Your Desires Clothing.

"Right. Time to find out just what's happening here," she said, picking up the phone.

Chapter 2

As with anything when you're waiting, the phone seemed to ring and ring when in reality it most likely only rang once before a bright and professional female voice came onto the line.

"Good morning, you're through to Your Desires Clothing may I take your reservation booking number, please?"

The sudden request for a reservation number threw Jenny, who for a moment froze.

"Hello, may I have your reservation booking number, please?" the voice repeated.

"Hi--yes, sorry," responded Jenny, finally regaining the ability of speech. "I don't actually have a reservation number. I was hoping to speak to someone about the company."

The professional voice came back sharper than previously. "Transferring you now."

Jenny looked at Cara, trying to mouth what was happening, when another voice came onto the line. This time the voice belonged to a male, still professional but softer in tone.

"Good morning, Your Desires Clothing. This is Johan speaking, how can I help?"

Jenny stared at the phone for a second. Johan, she thought, grabbing the letter from the box. There at the bottom of the letter, clear as day, was Johan Smick Your Desires Clothing. Clearing her throat, Jenny placed the phone back to her ear.

"Hi, yes. You sent out a couple of sample boxes to myself and a friend a few days back. We were so impressed with the quality of your items we were hoping we might be able to speak to someone about ordering more. We noticed there's no web address and I had to hunt to find this number."

There was a pause on the line. Seconds seemed to pass, then--

"Well, firstly we're very pleased to hear you liked your sample boxes. We pride ourselves on only providing the highest quality clothes and experiences. As for our lack of website--we do operate a rather exclusive service, and tend to find our customers tend to find us if they want to. Now, with regards to purchasing further items, we do have quite a limited selection as each item is tailored on an individual basis, but we'd be more than happy for you to come and discuss things further."

Jenny was slightly taken aback by the ease at which this seemed to be going. She gestured a thumbs-up to Cara, who nodded, and returned to the phone.

"Yes, that sounds fine," Jenny continued. "If you could provide me the address and a time, we can make our way down to your offices."

Johan laughed, a warm deep laugh that both reassured and unnerved.

"Madam, please," he replied, still half-laughing. "As I said earlier, we offer an exclusive experience. Please provide me with the customer ID from your package and a car will be sent to collect you at a mutually agreeable time."

Jenny shuffled Cara's box until she found the customer ID.

"Okay, customer ID is Cremore1125C."

The sound of keys on a keyboard could be heard, then the voice returned.

"Okay, thank you for that. And can I confirm I'm speaking with Miss Cara Cremore now?"

Jenny froze, shoving the phone towards Cara.

"Errmmm hello?" Cara said, looking confused.

Johan paused, realising the change in voice.

"Oh, hello, is that Miss Cara Cremore?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Ah, good, thank you. So would I be correct in thinking that you will be requiring transport for both yourself and your friend?" Johan said.

"Eemmm yes, that's correct. What time shall we expect someone?" she said, still slightly unsure what was happening.

"If acceptable with you, we can have a car with you for 14:00 today," Johan replied, still typing.

"That will be fine," said Cara. "Do we need to bring anything with us?"

"No no, that will be fine," responded Johan. "We have all your details on record here from your sample box, and one of our cars will provide transport home after your meeting. We look forward to collecting you at 14:00."

And with that the line went dead.

Cara slowly put the phone back down on the table, glancing at the clock--11:00am.

She looked back up at Jenny. "What have we just agreed to?" she said, feeling slightly dazed.

"Nothing," replied Jenny. "Just to go and talk to them about all of this."

Cara wasn't so sure, but so far nothing had raised her suspicion level enough to not want to find out what was going on.

The next four hours dragged out with a combination of coffee, nervous pacing, more coffee, more nervous pacing, realising the coffee wasn't helping the nervous pacing, chamomile tea, less nervous pacing, some chats about whether both of them were mad and if they should let anyone know what was happening, and the realisation that trying to explain to anyone else what had happened over the previous two days--and what was about to happen--would most likely get them both sectioned.

As this conversation was winding up, Cara noticed the clock rounding 13:45. As the clock finally clicked onto 14:00, a black Mercedes rolled up outside the house and a well-dressed chauffeur stepped out, standing by the car.

Cara cautiously picked up her bag and, with Jenny, made their way down the steps to the waiting car.

Chapter 3

The chauffeur greeted the two women warmly but professionally and ushered them into the car. As the door closed with a reassuring thud, the first thing to strike them, other than their comfy leather-clad surroundings, were the heavily tinted windows which provided little to no view of the outside.

The sound of the driver's door closing was quickly followed by the driver's voice over the car's intercom.

"Please make yourselves comfortable. The journey should only take around thirty minutes."

With that the car slowly began its journey to the unknown destination that was the Your Desires Clothing office.

For most of the journey the two women sat in relative silence, unsure how private their conversation would be under the circumstances, and while neither had anything to hide at this point, they were also aware of not wanting to provide their hosts with any more information than they suspected they most likely already knew.

Soon enough the car slowed as it passed through what, from the limited view outside, appeared to be a pair of high iron gates. The car travelled a short distance further before pulling to a stop and the engine shut off.

Movement could be heard outside and the passenger door opened. The sudden introduction of sunlight into the rear of the car temporarily blinded the occupants as they squinted to regain their sight. As their vision returned, they found themselves looking into the face of a woman in her late 20s, dressed in formal office wear and beaming at them from ear to ear.

"Welcome to Your Desires Clothing," she said, extending her hand to them.

Cara and Jenny somewhat cautiously stepped out of the car, shaking hands with the young woman as they exited.

"Pleased to meet you both," continued the woman. "I'm Erica, and I'm the Public Liaison and Customer Satisfaction Manager here. I understand you have some questions regarding our product and possibly purchasing further packages," she said, ushering them to follow her.

Cara and Jenny looked at each other as they followed Erica along an ornate path with carefully tended flower beds on each side. Cara leaned over to Jenny, whispering, "Why does it feel like we should be in a Bond film? If I see anyone with a white cat, I'm out of here."

Her whisper, however, wasn't as quiet as intended, and Erica giggled ahead. She stopped, turning to face the two women with her now trademark smile.

"'Ah, Mrs Bond, we've been expecting you,'" she said with a smirk.

Cara felt the blood rush to her cheeks and uttered a sheepish laugh.

"Don't worry," smiled Erica. "It does have a cloak-and-dagger feel to it, I accept. We deal with a lot of high-end systems here that our competitors would love to get their hands on, so we do take maybe a higher level of security and protection than it feels is necessary--but after you've spoken with us, you'll understand how cutting edge our product is."

Cara apologised and they continued their walk in silence as they came to an impressive glass and metal building. The doors silently opened as they approached, and soon they found themselves sat in a small but very comfortable meeting room.

Erica excused herself momentarily and hurried off to collect her colleagues.

The two women sat again in silence, looking around the meeting room whilst reclining in the leather chairs that surrounded the table. Jenny let out an involuntary giggle, remembering Cara's Bond comment. Sensing this, Cara smirked and shot a quick "Shut up, you," at Jenny, resulting in Jenny giggling harder.

The giggle stopped abruptly as the door opened and Erica entered the room followed by two colleagues.

The first was a tall man dressed in what appeared to be a lab coat. He looked to be in his early 20s and wore the look of someone knowledgeable but still young enough not to flaunt that knowledge--with his scuffed shoes and just-woken hair. He adjusted his glasses and sat down at the table.

Behind him entered an older woman in her 50s, dressed more casually in a mini skirt, red top and black heels. Cara sensed she'd seen her before but couldn't place where. She smiled at the two women as she took her seat at the table, flipping out a cigarette and attempting to light it before a cough from the young science guy made the cigarette disappear back into the packet.

Erica sat down in the final seat and beckoned to her colleagues.

"This is James Henton, one of our junior biotech scientists, and to his right is Lucy Lastick, our--" she paused for a second.

"Chief Product Tester," interrupted Lucy.

"Yes. Chief Product Tester," finished Erica.

Jenny and Cara shook hands with the two staff members.

"So," Erica continued, "how can we help you both today?" she said, opening the floor to the two women.

Both sat slightly taken aback at the official nature of the meeting.

"Well--" started Cara, before Jenny dived in.

"We want to know how the fuck you're able to make us think we're covered in loads of food and making our fantasies come true without a single drop of food ever touching us. And more importantly: how the fuck you found us."

Cara shook her head, looking down at the table. "Subtle, Jenny," she said, still shaking her head.

Erica laughed, looking over at Lucy. "She's straight to the point, isn't she?" she said, still laughing.

Jenny, suddenly aware of the outburst, grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she said, sinking slightly in the chair.

"No no," said Erica, still smiling warmly. "Those are both valid questions. Ok, to answer them I think we'll pass this over to James."

James shifted nervously in his seat, adjusted his position again, pushed his glasses up his nose and regarded the two women.

"How much do you know about neuroscience?" he said.

Jenny and Cara looked at each other, then back at James.

"Brain stuff," offered Jenny.

James cleared his throat. "Ok," he said, "yes--brain stuff. Would I be correct in assuming that both of you have visited certain types of websites in the past six months?" he said, trying not to blush.

Sensing this, Jenny grinned. "What kind of websites?" she said, still grinning.

James shifted again in his seat.

"Porn sites."

Lucy cut in immediately.

"Dirty, filthy, food-covered porn sites," she said, locking eyes with Jenny. "You know the kind where hot women get covered in all sorts of sticky messy food, then if they're lucky get fucked so you can sit watching with your hand shoved deep in your panties," she said, half biting her lip as she finished.

Jenny sat silently, taken aback by the directness of Lucy's reply.

"Well, I mean--" she started.

"Yes," interjected Cara. "Yes, we've both been on those kinds of sites." She looked over at James. "Please continue."

James smiled back at Cara, grateful for her calm reply, and continued.

"Ok. So on those sites, we've been tracking viewing habits of visitors. The first maybe three or four visits will simply record your viewing habits. Once you've visited the site more than five times, the videos become embedded with a secondary video layer--unseen to you when watching, but it creates a form of hypnosis as you watch. This allows you to become susceptible to suggestion and memory recall later on.

"Depending on the videos you're watching, you're having a video playback suggested to you each time you watch. The videos also allow us to ascertain the type of outfits viewers engage with. Finally, after someone has viewed between forty and fifty of our videos, we then use a simple reverse search to locate the address the computer is located at. From there it's a simple search of the people living at the address."

Cara sat in silence as James spoke, slightly unsure how to respond to the revelations being presented to them.

"So you're hypnotising us all the time we're watching the videos?" she said. "I'm guessing the word on the card is the trigger word?"

Erica smiled at the hesitation. "You can say the word," she said.

Cara took a deep breath.

"Fine. Showtime," she said.

She breathed out slowly as nothing happened.

"So if Showtime is the trigger word, how come nothing happened?" she said, looking back to James.

James nodded, adjusting his glasses again.

"The clothing," he said. "Each item is impregnated with a chemical solution into the neckline, or another suitable area depending on the outfit style. The solution is totally harmless to you, but it's this chemical which triggers the brain to create the hallucinations-- for want of a better word--when the trigger word is uttered."

As he finished, both women sat in silence.

It was Jenny who broke it.

"Don't you need consent to do this? Why not just offer people the chance to buy this stuff? Why all the sneaking around, the sending stuff anonymously?"

Lucy looked up at this point again, her expression softer than before.

"Would you have accepted if we had?" she said. "If the site had said, 'Click here and we'll hypnotise you, send you an outfit, put it on, say this word and you'll experience vivid hallucinations'?"

Jenny paused.

"No, of course you wouldn't," Lucy replied before she could speak. "No one would. We tried it, and we got zero responses. We then decided to do it this way--and within two months we've sat in this room with over two hundred women, all saying how amazing our product is and how they want more."

Cara's mouth visibly dropped open at the number mentioned.

"Two hundred?" she said. "Wow."

"Yes--two hundred," continued Lucy. "And out of those, over half have moved on to level--"

As the words left her mouth, Erica suddenly cut her off.

"Yes--over two hundred satisfied customers," she said.

Cara frowned. "Sorry, what were you saying about a level something?"

Erica shot Lucy a look as if to say she'd said too much. Realising it was no use holding back, Lucy continued, looking annoyed.

"As we said before, our product offers the chance for people to live out their messy fantasies without the hassle of cleaning up afterwards or the cost of buying food, etc."

Cara nodded as Erica continued.

"But of course, in order to do this we have to have a rolling selection of videos to upload to our site to keep people viewing. Some of the women who have come in to discuss our products have been offered the opportunity to move from the virtual experience to actually experiencing a full-blown messy real-life experience. The only requirement is that the experience is filmed for us to use on the site."

Cara shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

"But you say they've been offered--that doesn't mean they have to," she said.

"Oh, not at all," replied Erica, sensing Cara's reservations. "No one is required to do anything they don't feel comfortable with. However, please be assured, if you were to decide to participate, we can offer you full anonymity if required. Also, anyone participating is automatically eligible for all our next products free of charge."

Cara frowned. "But if everyone gets free products, how will you ever generate income?"

James raised his hand.

"Firstly, not everyone does agree to participate," he said, still looking nervous discussing the subject. "In those cases, we find those people will still purchase most, if not all, of our new products. Also, as our reputation is growing, we're starting to launch in other countries as a straight entertainment service, and we find sales there are stronger than here."

Cara glanced to her right to see Jenny nearly bouncing in her seat. Lucy noticed this at the same time.

"Well, it looks like someone might be eager to sign up," she said, holding back a laugh.

Cara looked on in disbelief.

"Seriously?" she said, clear shock in her voice.

"Oh, come on," replied Jenny. "We get to do this shit for real for once, we then get every new product they release--and you know how good their stuff is. And they can offer us full anonymity."

She looked back over at Erica at this point.

"Speaking of which--how can you offer us full anonymity?"

Erica smiled and nodded, glancing over to Lucy.

"Do you want to take this one?" she said.

Lucy nodded and reached under the desk, producing a latex hood with attached ponytail in vivid red.

"We tend to use these," she said. "We'll add some additional eye makeup to make your eyes heavier and normally use a deep red lipstick. The hood will cover your face, and with the additional makeup no one will recognise you. If you have any obvious tattoos or birthmarks, it's down to you to advise us. If they can't be covered, then it would be your choice whether to continue."

Jenny nodded, then shook her head.

"No, I don't have anything like that," she smiled. "And I'm pretty sure Cara doesn't either."

"Ermmm no, I don't," Cara replied. "Not that I'm saying I'm going to do it either," she added.

"No, of course," replied Lucy. "Well, we'll leave you two for a bit to have a chat. It's entirely up to you. If you choose to go ahead, we do have a disclosure to sign. Otherwise, you're both free to either purchase any additional packages today, or you'll be provided with exclusive purchasing details and the car will take you back."

At this, the three staff members rose and exited the room, closing the door as the final one left.

Cara looked at Jenny.

"Are you fucking nuts?" she said, glaring.

Jenny didn't miss a beat.

"If I'd told you two days ago that you'd have had two messy experiences and would be sitting here, would you have agreed to do it?"

Cara paused--knowing the truthful answer but not wanting to reply.

"No, of course you wouldn't," Jenny interrupted. "But you have--and admit it, you enjoyed both fucking experiences. Truth be told, that second one--okay, yes, the savoury was down to me--but the TV side? That was all you. Deep down you wanted people to see you getting messy."

Cara shifted again, not sure she wanted to hear what might be the truth.

"Come on," Jenny continued. "Total anonymity. We get to pick what happens. Then we have nothing to clean up after because we're here. And if that wasn't enough, we then get every new product free."

Cara looked into the begging eyes of her friend.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she said, feeling she'd regret this. "Fine. But two conditions."

"Sweet foods only.And we do it together--you're not leaving me on my own."

"Deal!" replied Jenny. "Can we try gunge too?" she said, clapping her hands together.

"Fine, gunge too," replied Cara. "No savoury though."

Chapter 4

The door opened and Erica poked her head in.

"Have we made a decision?" she said.

Cara nodded. "We'll do it. But on the condition that, as you said, total anonymity. We only want sweet foods and maybe gunge. And we're doing it together rather than separate."

Erica nodded as each condition was read out.

"Those seem fair enough requests," she said. "Well, in that case you won't be needing myself or James anymore. I'll leave you in Lucy's capable hands."

She opened the door to allow Lucy to re-enter.

Lucy sat back down and produced two disclosure documents.

"Pretty standard stuff," she said, sliding the documents across the desk. "This allows us to use the recordings we'll make today on our website. It waives any claims to financial reward for the filming of the videos, and agrees that in exchange we will provide free access to all new products we release as well as outfits. Please ensure to name, date and tick the option to provide you with anonymity for the filming."

Cara carefully read the document as she watched Jenny signing anyway. She shook her head again as she finished reading and happily signed the document.

Lucy collected the documents and slipped them into a plastic sleeve.

"Ok. So what are we going for today, then?" she said.

Cara repeated the conditions to Lucy. Lucy nodded.

"Yep, that's all understood," she said. "Think I have the perfect scene to put you both in," she added with a smile. "Ok--well follow me, and let's get you both set up."

She rose again from the chair and opened the door, indicating for them to follow her.

They walked down the corridor past offices left and right with staff busily working away. A few staff looked up, but on the whole most were buried in their screens.

As they rounded the corner, a door appeared on the left, labelled Wardrobe. Lucy opened the door and closed it behind them.

Racks upon racks of clothes lined the small room.

"Right," said Lucy, flicking through the racks. "I'm thinking sexy spies," she said, pulling two latex catsuits from the rack. "Ummmmm ooooor maybe--" she shuffled the rack a bit more--"sexy teachers."

She pulled two outfits off the rack. One was a latex shirt and school-style tie with a black latex skirt. The other was similar with a tartan check skirt.

"Perfect," she said. "Student and teacher." She handed the two outfits to Cara and Jenny. "We'll pair those with a pair of black hold-ups and heels for teacher, and white knee-high socks and heels for the student."

Cara looked down at the teacher's outfit in her hands, as Jenny admired the uniform in hers.

Lucy continued to rummage through the racks.

"Ahhh, here we are," she said, pulling two new hoods from a drawer. "Ok--first things first, let's get you changed," she said, ushering them through another door into a changing room.

"Give me a shout when you're changed," she added, closing the door behind her.

Cara looked down at the outfit in her hands. She slowly undressed, slipping the latex shirt and skirt over her skin. The fabric felt cool against her warm skin as the skirt fluttered and teased her bare thighs. She slipped her legs into the black hold-ups, smoothing her legs as she did. She slid her feet into the heels, impressed with Lucy's eye for size.

She looked over and laughed as Jenny was swishing her new schoolgirl skirt and standing with one knee bent, pretending to suck a lollipop.

"How hot do we look?" giggled Jenny.

"Yeah OK, we do look pretty hot," admitted Cara.

Jenny giggled again as she called out for Lucy.

Lucy's head reappeared in the doorway.

"Ah, perfect," she said. "Just place your clothes in the locker over there, then follow me."

Jenny dropped their clothes into the locker and followed Lucy up the corridor, the cool air teasing their exposed skin. The sound of their heels echoed as they walked. Luckily the walk was short, and they entered the makeup room.

A short woman greeted them and gestured for them to sit.

As they sat, Lucy approached again carrying the two latex hoods. Between the two women they carefully slipped the hoods over Cara and Jenny's heads, smoothing the latex into place, ensuring it sat cleanly around the eyes and mouth.

"Perfect," smiled Lucy. "Ok--I'll leave you to get your makeup done, then I'll be back to take you to set."

Within what felt like only a few minutes, lipstick had been applied along with eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow.

Lucy once again appeared at the door.

"You are good," she said, nodding in approval at the makeup woman.

The woman beamed. "Why, thank you," she said, helping Cara from the seat.

Lucy led the two new actresses through the final corridor and into the studio.

Chapter 5

As they entered the studio, the sheer scale and production hit them both. Multiple cameras were arranged across the studio floor, professional lights hung from rigging as staff hurried around checking equipment.

In the centre of the room two large cubicles were set up in a large pool area. A young woman with vivid green hair looked up from a sheet of paper.

"Ah! Perfect!" she shouted towards Lucy. "These our two new actresses?" she asked, approaching.

Actresses? thought Cara. Hardly.

"Yes," replied Lucy, as the young woman reached them.

"Hi, I'm Vicki," said the green-haired woman, offering a hand to Cara and Jenny.

Cara shook Vicki's hand, Jenny followed.

"Great to meet you both," Vicki continued. "So--we've got a simple shoot today. You're playing something similar to Get Your Own Back, but in this version you're both just going to get messy each round."

She led them towards the cubicles, which soon revealed themselves to be large plastic gunge tanks.

Cara gulped when she saw the large tank of green gunge perched on top.
Vicki grinned. "First time in gunge?"

Cara nodded nervously.

"You'll love it," Vicki said with a grin.

Vicki led them into the pool, helping them take their seats in the separate gunge tanks.

Cara sat on the cool seat, taking in the view of cameras and lights, as well as the cool, slightly slimy feeling the seat was producing on her latex-clad bum. The occasional blob of gunge would drop from the nozzle above her, teasing her with the impending gunging soon to be coming.

She glanced over at Jenny, who already had her shoes off, wiggling her sock-clad feet in some stray gunge on the tank floor.

As Cara sat waiting, she thought back to the rollercoaster that had been the past two days, which had ultimately led to her now being sat preparing to get gunged dressed as a latex teacher. She shook her head slightly, unable to believe this was happening.

Her attention was suddenly drawn back as Vicki began talking.

"Ok everyone, so we're going for a take on Detention Mess Down. Girls--just sit back, relax and enjoy," she said, looking at Cara and Jenny.

Jenny raised her hand. "What do we need to do?" she asked, looking at Vicki.

Vicki smiled. "Don't worry--you just need to sit there. We'll take care of everything."

"Errmm ok," replied Jenny.

Cara looked around, just in time to hear Vicki shout:

"Action!"

Now, to be clear, the next ten minutes were a total blur for both women.

As the word action left Vicki's mouth, a hand appeared from nowhere and pushed a huge cream pie into both their faces. The hood protected well, but the cream forced into the hood, squirting up their noses.

Cara opened her mouth to breathe, snorting the invading cream back out. She wiped the cream from her eyes, blinking just in time to see another pair of pies flying either side of her head, sandwiching it between the soft cream.

The soft cream enveloped her head once again, creating darkness. She scooped the cream from her face, letting it fall with a sloppy plop onto her skirt as it traced down her legs onto the floor.

As the cream was still clearing, she sensed something cool pouring onto her neck. She instinctively tilted her head back looking for the source. She couldn't see anything initially, until she spied a hand from behind her pouring custard into the opening of her shirt.

The cool custard cascaded into the latex shirt, squishing and slopping as it filled the material. She felt the liquid creep over her bare breasts as her nipples sprang to attention against the cold invasion. Her breath caught in her throat as a further two pies suddenly smashed into her chest, forcing the custard in all directions along with the cream oozing into the shirt through the button gaps.

The force of the custard, now assisted by gravity, oozed through the opening of her skirt. Another sharp intake of breath as the custard teased down her stomach and dribbled between her legs.

As if this hadn't been enough, she suddenly felt a direct stream of something very slippery splashing between her legs. She looked down to see a gunge gun firing a stream of yellow gunge straight up her skirt.

She gasped and let out an involuntary moan as the slick gunge slowly coated between her legs. As the gunge continued to squirt, coating her legs and running down over them, she squirmed in the chair. The cool custard mixing with the gunge produced an intoxicating slippery blend that teased her with every move.

The latex skirt, once there for modesty, now stuck to her skin almost like an unseen hand teasing and pleasuring her in equal measures.

As she squirmed, more mess--this time in the form of large vats of jelly--began moving up from the floor, engulfing her shoes and forcing its jelly content into the opening. The sides of the shoes slowly crept fuller and fuller with jelly.

Whether it was involuntary or not, she suddenly found herself sliding her feet from her shoes, letting the jelly fill them, before pushing her feet back into the now overflowing shoes.

Jelly squelched between her toes and up the soles of her feet, sending shivers down her spine and tingles between her legs.

Oh that damn gunge, Cara thought as her mind raced, wave upon wave of sensations hitting her.

A sudden ice-cold wave cascaded down her body as further unseen culprits upended a container of ice cream straight down her neck. The freezing contents crept their way down her spine, resulting in squeaks and screams as it hit every nerve, until finally settling at the base of her spine, slowly melting in little rivers to pool around her bum.

How much more could she take? she thought, as the gunge continued its teasing. The steam had finished, but not the effects--now mixing with the cool ice cream.

Out of the corner of her eye she vaguely glimpsed Jenny writhing in her chair, but a faint buzz could be heard from Jenny's chair which was now enticing screams and moans from her.

As you may imagine, no sooner had the thought crossed Cara's mind than she felt a small plate raise in her chair, squashing the gunge and custard against her, squirming between her legs.

Then it started--slow at first. A gentle hum that produced more of a tingle then more and more until it felt like a jackhammer had been strapped between her legs.
Her light moans and squirms were soon replaced with screams and shouts. The squirms with bucking and pressing back hard into the chair. And whilst not strapped down, the plate between her legs held her prisoner to this delectable torture.

Wave upon wave of orgasm hit--each one growing in its intensity. The shoes had long been kicked off, now ankle-deep in jelly, toes buried deep, squishing every last molecule with each orgasm.

With a final ear-splitting scream as another hit, Cara looked up to see a tidal wave of green gunge falling onto her.

It hit her at the exact moment her most powerful orgasm exploded through her body. The warm gunge running down her body in rivers of slime, mixing and adding to the already erotic blend of feelings, smells and sensations, pushed her over again. And again.

Sweat dripped from her as she writhed and panted in the chair. Gunge dripped from every inch of her body as the hum between her legs slowed to medium then to low and finally came to a halt.

She slithered down in the chair, exhausted, covered in more gunge than she'd ever imagined, and unable to move.

She lay there for what felt like an eternity--but in reality may have been mere minutes. As she opened her bleary eyes, still slightly foggy with cream, she saw the reassuring face of Lucy beaming back.

"Wow," Lucy said, still beaming. "You were fucking amazing. I thought I was good--but damn, girl. I think we'll have a new most-watched video when this one gets released."

Cara managed a half-smile through her exhausted body.

Lucy leaned forward, careful of the flowing gunge still draining from the tank. She helped Cara to her feet and out of the tank.

In her post-orgasmic haze, Cara saw Vicki helping Jenny from her tank, and they were led back through a side door to the showers.

What followed after that was somewhat of a blur of exhaustion. They showered, changed back into their normal clothes, were provided a simple but very very good meal, spoke briefly with Lucy again, were given their exclusive lifetime information for future releases, received a sealed thank-you pack, and were driven back home.

Chapter 6
Upon waking after what could only be described as the best and longest sleep Cara could ever remember having, she carefully made her way down towards the kitchen.

As had become the custom over the previous few days, the smell of coffee greeted her as she entered.

Jenny was sat at the kitchen table, one foot tucked underneath her, slowly sipping her coffee and humming a non-descript tune.

Cara nodded as she entered, grabbing a coffee and sitting opposite Jenny.

"Sleep well?" she said, taking a long drink.

"Like a baby," replied Jenny, letting out a long, contented sigh. "That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had," she said, still sighing.

Cara smiled back at her friend. "Yeah, I won't lie--that's up there in my top three," she said.

"Oh right--like you've had better," replied Jenny.

"Well maybe," grinned Cara, trying not to laugh.

Her gaze shifted to the table where the contents of their "goodies" still lay untouched.

"Oh, of course," she said, pulling the envelope towards her. "Our thank-you pack."

She slipped her finger under the ornate wax seal and popped it open. She slipped out two items. She picked up the first and smiled--a pack of gunge powder with a Post-it note stuck to it which read DIY.

She looked at the second item: a professionally printed letter.

Dear Miss Cremore,Thank you for joining us at Your Desires Clothing. Your participation was most gratefully received; without our clients such as yourself, our business model would struggle to continue. We hope you enjoyed your time with us as much as we enjoyed having you.

As discussed, you will receive all future product releases free of charge. As a further thank you, and in the hope that you may consider returning, please find below your exclusive reservation number. If you would like to return for future mess, please call the included number and provide your reservation number, and we'll do the rest.

Cara finished reading the letter and looked up to meet Jenny looking back at her.

"I was waiting for you to read that," Jenny said, holding her own letter in front of her.

Cara looked back at the letter.

"So if we wanted to go back and do more in real life we just call that number and give them our reservation number?" she said.

Jenny nodded. "Yeah. That now makes sense why, when I called, they asked me initially if I had a reservation number."

Cara sat silently, looking between the letter and her friend, reading and rereading the text.

Jenny let her read it a number of times before speaking.

"Well come on," she said, looking at Cara. "Are we going again or not?"

Cara's hand hovered over her phone on the table. Maybe her messy days hadnt quite finished yet she though, or had they......