Part 4

Approximately ten steps from the chocolate shower was the last stage of tonight's entertainment stage. For the better part of three hours everyone in the Marquis had wondered what was behind the blue and silver curtains. Now, they were going to find out.

As Ivanna and I stepped up to that wooden platform, Mr. Harkins and several members of his staff were there to assist. As Ivanna took those three steps up the platform, and to destiny, Mr. Harkins held one hand while I had he other. Even then, she almost slipped and fell. But soon enough, we were standing on this daises, and then, as the curtains were raised, we finally got our first look at what had been so closely guarded all night.

I was looking at Ivanna as she got the first look at what lay ahead of us. And I don't believe I have ever seen her so shocked as she was today.

OH my God! What? I don't believe . . . oh my God!

When she turned to me, I could see the look of disbelief on Vonni's face.

"Bobby, what the . . . what the hell . . . oh my God!" But she was all smiles.

"I told you not to worry about the cake, dear."

"What have you . . . done, darling?" Ivanna said, now laughing.

Looking over at Mr. Harkins, I said, "I think I'll let our good friend, here, tell you."

"My dear, Ms. Ivanna," the dapper gentleman from the great state of Mississippi said, "what we have here is a chocolate wedding cake." The way he said it, however, was like the cat swallowing the canary. Then he went on to explain what we were looking at. No expenses were spared. The cake was eight feet long by six feet wide and exactly 51 inches deep. It was chocolate on chocolate on chocolate. There were sixteen two-inch layers of chocolate fudge cake, with one inch of the richest, gooiest chocolate mousse between each layer of cake. And to top the cake, WOW, is all I can say. There were four inches of chocolate flavored buttercream frosting all over the top and down the sides of the cake. Fifty-one inches of the fudgiest, gooiest, chocolate mess anyone on the face of the planet has ever seen. And all around the cake, a wooden platform had been built to keep back any onlookers. At the end of the platform there was a raised platform just large enough for two people, for Ivanna and me. In keeping with the Dallas Cowboys theme, blue and silver drapes had completely shielded this wonderful mound of mess from public view. Until now.

As Mr. Harkins said, there were three wedding cakes, the traditional Bridal Cake of all white, the smaller Groom's Cake made from chocolate, and then there was the Cake, and this one was for playing in. He laughed as he said it.

And now, it was just Ivanna and me, standing on that little platform overlooking the cake.

"So, do you want to push me in, baby," Ivanna asked? "I kind of deserve it . . . after what I did, don't you think?" Tears welled up in her eyes, as my bride thought about how hard she had smacked me. How much it hurt. How much worse, it could have been.

As I brushed away her tears, I told the love of my life, "I meant what I said, baby . . . no more I win, or you win. No more winners and losers.

As I smiled at Vonni's mucky face, I reiterated what I had just said. "I thought we would hold hands, and then dive in the cake together. You know, do a header. Is that okay with you?"

"Oh Bobby, you're the best," Ivanna said with an infectious grin. The next thing I knew she was kissing me all over my chocolate-covered face.

"I just love you to death . . . Bobby," Ivanna said as she nibbled at my muck-caked ear with a pair of chocolate-soaked lips. "Whatever did I do to deserve you, Bobby?"

I don't know, baby. But whatever it was . . . I'm glad you did it," I said with the biggest smile I could muster. "I love you!"

And then, with no further ado we counted to three and dived into that chocolate monstrosity.

With a big Spooshing sound, we went in face first. At first, I thought it was the greatest sensation I had ever felt. But as I sank deeper into the chocolate muck, I started to feel a sense of claustrophobia. As cake and chocolate mousse, not to mention the first four inches of chocolate muck called frosting, started to fill up my nostrils and mouth, I felt like I was smothering. It was not a comfortable felling.

Shit. What's happening. I can't . . .

Finally breaking the surface, after what seemed an eternity, I started gulping in air as fast as possible through my mouth. My nose, both nostrils were completely clogged with chocolate muck. I couldn't hear anything as both ear canals seemed to be filled with cement. My eyes, so covered with the muck that at first, I thought something horrible had gone wrong and I was blind.

Desperately clawing at the brown goo that seemed to be gluing my eyelids shut, I finally regained some vision, though blurred. Beside me I saw a muck-covered hand sticking up from the mire that cake had become. It was feebly twitching, as if hopelessly trying to draw attention. Instinctively, I reached out and started pulling Ivanna from that brown, mucky mess.

When her head finally broke surface, Vonni started gasping for air. She was, to say the least a complete mess. She literally looked like some swamp creature, or perhaps the Creature from the Black Lagoon, a movie I remembered from my earlier years. Ivanna was completely covered with chocolate muck of all kinds.

WOW! Unbelievable. She must be covered with at least three to four inches of that muck. Who would have believed . . .?

As I stood there, in all that chocolate grime, staring at the mucky creature my wife had become, I felt hands on my left arm and right shoulder. Looking back, I saw a very distraught Mr. Harkins peering anxiously down at me.

I saw his lips moving but couldn't hear anything. I tried shaking my hear, but to no avail. I still couldn't make out what he was saying. The pain in my nose, which until then, had resided, returned with a vengeance.

Shit. What the fuck!

Realizing that my ears must be clogged, I started trying to clear out as much muck as possible. That doctor, who had helped earlier, was by my side, now, and pulling my hands back. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I instinctively knew he was trying to help. I saw him pull some kind of tool from his bag, perhaps tweezers or even forceps. Now I felt relief as he gently started to remove the impacted muck from my nose, and then my ears. It seemed to take forever, but I could finally breath, again, through my nose, and at last I could hear again.

Looking over at Ivanna I saw that a couple of Mr. Harkins servers, pretty young things, had actually climbed into the cake and were helping Ivanna emerge from that chocolate gunge. They didn't seem to mind that they were getting covered in brown goo themselves.

As they wiped the goo from Ivanna's face, she looked over at me.

"That was awesome!" Ivanna exclaimed. "Bobby, that was the most awesome ride I've ever been on. "WOW!" She said again, almost shouting.


Now the doctor started working on Vonni's ears.

Oh wow. That is so much better. I can actually hear again.

Vonni, looked back at me and actually snorted out a big stream of brown snot when she started laughing again.

"Wow, I can hear again."

And now, we all started to laugh.

"Bobby, that was unbelievable."

"You mean, you liked it?"

"Hell yeah, didn't you?" My bride gushed in excitement. "It was the best experience evaaahhh!"

Her laughing smile told me that Ivanna wasn't kidding.

"Wow. She really liked it. I mean REALLY liked it.

"Well, I mean," seeing the look of confusion on my face, Vonni added, "I mean, not at first . . . I really thought I was drowning like someone in quicksand."

"But then, after you pulled me out, WOW! It was so awesome.

I can't explain it, baby, but . . . that was the most sensuous feeling I have ever felt. We have got to do it again.

"Baby, we have got to do this again!"

With the look on her face, I couldn't help myself. I started laughing. And then, Vonni stared laughing. And then . . . everyone started laughing.

Now, Mr. Harkins came up to us and he had a look of sorrow on his face.

"I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I never dreamed something like this could happen. Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive, Mr. Harkins," Ivanna just about shouted.

"Uh, baby," I said, in a reasonable tone, "you don't have to . . . "

But that wonderful doctor was already at work, trying to clean out the last of the muck in Vonni's ears.

"It's okay, Mr. Harkins," I said, seeing the distress on his face.

"I don't think any of us thought about this to thoroughly."

"But, but . . . it was my cake that . . ."

"Yeah, but my idea," I interrupted, and Vonni signed off on it."

"So, don't worry about it, though, I am curious as to what you think may have caused that."

Now, Mr. Harkins stood there, looking just as perplexed as I felt, shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not really sure, Bobby." His use of my given name showed how rattled the normally unflappable general manager of the Marquis had become. He didn't even realize his slip up.

"We put the cake together yesterday morning, so it's been sitting for well over thirty hours. It was chilled, of course, with several blocks of dry ice underneath the stage. We didn't want the mousse to go bad, you see."

"I talked to Marcus; you know. He's the lead baker. He thinks that maybe the liquidity of the mousse between each layer as well as all of the frosting on the top and sides helped to turn the cake into a more liquid state itself. And with the cake being trapped under all that icing, it became more like pudding rather than cake."

When he finished speaking, my friend added one more thing. "At least that's the best explanation, Marcus could come up with."

"What are you two talking about?" Vonni, now with her ears cleaned out, had come up beside me. "You sound like you are talking all James Bondish the way you are trying to whisper. Is there some deep dark secret I should know about?"

"No baby," I said as I kissed Ivanna on her mucky forehead. "We were just trying to figure out why you and I almost drowned in a cake." The last I said with a snort, as I tried to hold back my laugh.

"Well, I don't care how it happened, or didn't happen, or . . . oh whatever," my recently wed wife said in feigned anger. "Time is wasting, now clear out everyone." And with that, Vonni pushed one of the women who had been helping her. This caused the pretty red-head to loose her balance and fall in the grimy muck. She had been half covered with the chocolate slop, before; now she was completely covered in brown goo.

The look that server gave my wife, when she finally pulled herself out of that grime, promised retribution if she ever got the chance.

"Will everyone please, get the hell out of this cake. My husband, and she really emphasized that word husband, and I have work to do."

"You mean you really want to," I was surprised at Vonni's statement, continue . . . after what . . . almost happened, baby?"

"Of course, my darling," Vonni said with a wicked little smile, "I want to have some fun. And then she smashed a big handful of the brown muck into my face. And while I was gasping for breath and trying to see through a combination of chocolate cake, mousse, and frosting, my newly-wed plopped another big handful of that slimy muck down my pants and into my crotch, where she was able to cop a quick feel of my manhood.

Oh wow, you little vixen . . . oh WOW!

"That, is, uh . . . that is . . . that feels nice baby." I said as I finally cleared my eyes.

"Yes darling," the look in Vonni's eyes told me everything I needed to know.

"I said, I . . . want . . . to . . . have . . . some . . . FUN! To punctuate her statement of fact, my precious baby stuck out her tongue. Only to have me slather a double handful of that chocolate grunge all over it and the rest of here face. She had not been paying attention to what I was doing with my hands.

Now it was Ivanna's turn to be surprised, but not for long. With a longing look, by beautiful bride burst out laughing and pretty soon I joined in.

Then she said, "what are you waiting for?"

"Let's have some Fun!"

So, we had some fun. For the next fifteen minutes and eight seconds, I know, I checked, we had FUN.

We threw each other in the muck. We rolled over in the muck. We grabbed big handfuls of the muck and smeared it over each other's bodies. When that fifteen minutes was up, we had demolished that cake, and the vast majority of it was covering our bodies. Ivanna's own momma wouldn't have been able to recognize her. It was the most erotic thing I have ever done, or even saw.

Ivanna's boobs were all but hanging out of he ruined dress. Only a very liberal coat of chocolate gunge prevented Vonni from being nude.

Now, thirty minutes later, as Ivanna and I stepped out of that special shower Mr. Harkins had constructed in the back of the kitchen, feeling clean and rejuvenated once again, I looked over at the woman I loved more than life itself.

"Wow. I can't believe we did that, baby." And Ivanna replied with a wistful grin, "neither can I. Neither can I."

"Baby . . . baby, thank you. I mean that, really, Thank You. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

"You're welcome, Vonni. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I Love You!"