I was just about to leave work when Kenzie called. "Hey, I was just thinking about you! What's up?" I asked her.

"I just got a call from Becky. She wants to know if we can meet up with her and Molly. They're at the Beckery."

"Aren't they closed? I thought they were only open through lunch."

"Me too, but that's what she said."

"Sounds okay to me," I told her. "I'm ready for the weekend! Want me to pick you up?"

"Sure, I'll be ready when you get here. Oh, one other thing. Check out The Beckery's Insta. You can thank me when you see me. Bye!" She had a habit of dropping cryptic little clues like that, but it was always worth doing what she said. I wasn't a huge social media user, but I knew the basics and since Kenzie and her old friend Becky had patched things up, she and her girlfriend Molly had become our best "couple friends," and we all stayed in touch online as well as in person. Kenzie and Becky were the closest of the group, but we all got along well and enjoyed spending time together. I opened the Instagram page of Becky's bakery, The Beckery, and laughed out loud.

The first post was a meme. The text read, "Having a bad day at work takes on a whole new meaning when you own a bakery" and there was a picture of Becky in her work uniform sitting at the table where she and Kenzie had resolved their differences a number of weeks ago. Her elbows were resting on the table, and she was cradling her head in her hands. She had a defeated expression on her face. At least that's what I thought her expression was, because the top and sides of her head were covered in French Silk pie remains. Some of her beautiful brown hair stuck out of the mess, but not much. There were random pie smears across the rest of her face as well, where it had clung to her after she'd obviously tried to wipe it off. Both shoulders had pie filling and whipped cream on them, and her uniform, a pink polo shirt, was smeared with pie and cake in more places than it was clean. I laughed again as I realized that the picture must have been taken soon after Kenzie and I had left, and I was the person that had delivered the pies still stuck to her! I made the picture full screen and sure enough, I could just make out that Becky was still sitting in the remains of a cake that she herself had placed on her chair. Originally Becky had pushed my girlfriend Kenzie butt first into the cake, but somehow they had swapped positions over the course of their argument and Becky had forgotten about the cake before taking a seat herself.

It didn't take too long to get to Kenzie's place and soon she was coming out of the front door to greet me with a kiss. Her overnight bag was slung over one shoulder and she wore a pink long-sleeved t-shirt with a deep v neck, the front tucked into a pair of blue jean short shorts. Ankle socks and a pair of pink Converse sneakers completed her casual yet cute outfit. We'd gotten close pretty quickly, but neither of us were complaining. It was almost the end of the semester, and it was hard for us to find a ton of time together during the week while she had class. We'd taken to spending most of our weekends together, which had cost Kenzie her parttime job at a juice bar. She'd been doing some tutoring in the evenings during the week, and she just about lived at my place on the weekends. As soon as the semester was officially over she was going to start work at a local bank, a job that one of our growing circle of friends had helped her find, and we were both looking forward to the summer and seeing each other more often. But for now, we were making do, and our reunions every Friday afternoon were almost worth the separations.

We broke the kiss and Kenzie jumped behind the wheel before I could get in the car. "I feel like driving today," she said, which suited me just fine. She rarely drove all week long, and sometimes it felt like driving was all I did.

As she drove the short distance to The Beckery from the house she shared with three roommates I asked, "What's going on at Becky's work? They're never there this late."

"I dunno," she admitted. "As much as Becky loves that place she's usually pretty much ready to be just about anywhere else by the time they close. And Molly kind of pops in and out, but never really seems to stay for very long."

"I thought Molly was taking a bigger role in the business?" I asked her.

"She is." Kenzie replied, "She's handling all the PR stuff. That's what she does for a living, and she's started working for Becky independently of her firm. I think she's trying to start her own company, but for now she stops in on the occasional lunch break or before she goes into work in the morning. Besides, most of what she does can be done from anywhere, so she doesn't have to spend a ton of time there. So much PR work is done on social media now that she can be just about anywhere."

That made me think of the meme that Kenzie had told me about, and I started to laugh. "Oh my gosh, thank you for telling me about that Instagram post! It was hilarious!"

"Ha, I thought so too. Plus, I think it's kind of sexy too, in a goofy sort of way. All Molly's idea from what I hear. It's on their Facebook, Snapchat and TikTok accounts too, and getting a bunch of hits. Great advertising, and its free! So far it really seems like Molly knows her business."

We arrived at The Beckery a few minutes later and were greeted by our waiting friends. Since it was past normal hours, Molly, who was wearing a black long sleeved "skinny shirt" with a scoop neck and a pair of jeans that looked like they used to be black but were now faded to grey, locked the door behind us as Becky led us in. Becky was dressed a little differently than normal, wearing a blue button-down type shirt which sported the business's logo instead of her usual uniform of a logoed polo shirt. The oxford shirt was unbuttoned a good way down her front, revealing a white tank top underneath which showed a hint of cleavage. The outfit was perfectly appropriate for work, but probably not all that functional for a busy day behind the counter. Taylor, the Beckery's newest employee (and pie in the face enthusiast) was also present, and she was wearing the standard uniform, but her polo was a deep purple color that looked nice with her very faded blue jeans and dark blonde hair. Everything was the same as the last time we'd visited, except there was now a big flat screen TV mounted on one of the walls.

"You guys look nice!" Kenzie said as we all gathered around one of the small tables in the little dining room. "Molly, that black looks great with your hair."

"Thanks. I'd never dream of changing the color, but the red makes it hard to choose clothes at times. Straightening it like this takes forever too, I seem to be letting it go with its natural curls more and more lately."

What do you guys think of my manager outfit?" Becky asked us as she modelled her ensemble by getting up and giving us a twirl. The blue oxford complimented the jeans skirt that she was wearing nicely.

"Like Kenzie said, you all look great," I added to the discussion, "but what's up with the long day? I've always loved how you manage to split your work and home time."

"That's my doing," Molly informed us, "and it's also the reason we asked you to meet us here. Kenzie and I both gave Molly our attention, silently encouraging her to go on. "I know that Kenzie has seen this, but how about you, Sam?" As she was asking the question, Molly had been fiddling with a TV remote control and the new flat screen came to life, displaying the meme we'd just been discussing. All five of us burst into laughter as the image of Becky covered in pies loomed over us literally larger than life.

"Sorry about laughing, Babe." Molly consoled her girlfriend, "but I seem to recall that we all got hit with at least a few pies that day, and then thoroughly soaked later on."

"There was a soaking too?" Taylor interjected, "I miss all the good stuff!"

"It's okay to laugh," Becky assured us. "Sure, it's funny, but it's actually not a bad picture of me. And what's more, even though I can't put my finger on an exact reason, I also think it's kind of, well, hot."

"I was just saying that ten minutes ago!" Kenzie exclaimed. "I think it shows how confident you are in yourself. That you can have fun without being overly worried about your looks. That you're secure enough to let go and enjoy yourself."

"Plus, it makes it funnier because you're so pretty in the first place," I added. "W.C. Fields or one of the Stooges or someone else that I can't remember once said that it's always funnier when it's a pretty girl that gets the pie in the face."

Molly interrupted. "If we're all quite done pointing out how sexy, confident, and pretty my girlfriend is, I'll get to the point." We all laughed again. "As the head of PR as well as marketing for this business, I'd like to take advantage of this unexpected publicity." She walked over and pressed a few buttons on a laptop computer that I hadn't noticed sitting on the counter by the cash register. The meme on the TV screen disappeared and was replaced by a news report from a local TV station. "This is going to be on channel 3 tomorrow, and I want to be in a position to capitalize on it. Take a look." She pressed play and we all watched as Becky and Taylor were interviewed by Hannah Hobbs, an attractive local reporter. By the end of the segment all three of the girls had been hit with at least one pie and the reporter was just about covered in coconut cream. We all laughed and congratulated Becky and Taylor on a great interview, but Molly wasn't finished. "Now take a look at this," she continued, as she fiddled with the computer once again. The picture changed to display a black and white video. Even though the picture was centered on the front door, it was obviously the room that we were all sitting in. Off to one side of the screen sat Becky and suddenly I heard my own voice saying "French Silk." But all you could see was my back to the camera as I delivered pies to either side of her head.

Molly let the video loop a couple more times before stopping it. "We got that from the security camera over in that corner," Molly told us, pointing to a tiny camera in the corner of the dining room that I'd never noticed before. From the look on Kenzie's face, it was clear that she'd never seen it either.

"The problem is that the security camera is a crappy camera, at least for getting screenshots or any kind of footage that you'd actually want to watch and enjoy. Plus, the only thing the camera picked up from that angle is Sam's back. The four of us know what happed, but you can't see any of it." Molly played with the laptop again and the picture changed to a crisp hi def video of Taylor sitting at the same table we were at now.

The video started with Taylor saying, "Hit me!" and a pie smacking her in the mouth and chest. All of us laughed, even the three girls had seen the video before. Instead of being embarrassed, Taylor seemed to be enjoying watching it most of all. In the video Taylor said something else that we didn't hear, and then got another pie dead center in her face, followed by one on top of her head and another to her face. A fifth pie went inside her top and then the angle shifted a little and Taylor ended the video by really nailing herself in the kisser with a sixth pie before giving the camera a huge smile.

What we'd like to do," Becky told us after we'd settled down and got our laughter under control, "is to shoot that part with Sam and myself over again, but from a good angle, like in the Taylor video. It doesn't have to be fancy or anything. We used Taylor's iPhone for that second video, and we want to use Molly's Phone to record a new one. If the TV interview is as popular as we hope, we'd like to post a new video once the meme stops trending. Then we'll follow that up with parts of the Taylor video that you just saw, or maybe even the whole thing. Molly has volunteered to make a video to post after that if it's still popular. Since you two were here for the original we thought we'd ask if you'd like to participate in making the new ones."

Kenzie and I looked at each other and grinned, but before we could say anything Molly broke in. "We're not asking you to get hit with a pie or anything. You've probably had enough of that after helping with Taylor's class project. We just thought you might be the photographer or something. And only if you want. Honestly, we could use a helper or two, and we thought of you because this is kind of a strange request to make of someone that wasn't part of it before. Plus, Taylor has told us how much fun you all had during and after her presentation, and we're hoping this will be both enjoyable and good publicity."

"I'm in," I said, smiling at Kenzie who was smiling right back at me. "It sounds like fun. I'll even make a video for you to use. If you want a guy, that is. It's up to you, but I'm game for anything."

"Me too," Kenzie said, "but you know I'm not going to sit on the sidelines while the rest of you have all the fun. I'm not a PR expert or anything, but I think that if Becky's going to recreate that whole French Silk deal, then we should make a video to go with each of her specialties. That way, whenever she's going to run a special you could advertise it by posting the corresponding video on social media."

"Well, I AM a PR expert, and that's a great idea!" Molly proclaimed. "If no one has an objection, I'll get us started."

Molly went to the shelf that displayed different Beckery gear for sale and grabbed one of the polo shirts and baseball hats that matched the shirt she was wearing. In only a few seconds she had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail which she pulled through the hole in the back of the cap. "It's a good thing you have all these different color work shirts," Kenzie told her friend, as she joined Molly in picking out the right shirt to wear for her upcoming video debut.

"It's a business thing," Becky answered. "A surprising number of customers ask to buy them, and this way whenever I hire someone we have a uniform right here and ready to go. She pointed to a different shelf, "I just got this line of t-shirts in for customers to buy as well."

Becky took on the role of director as Molly went into the back of the bakery and then returned with the kid sized plastic wading pool that we'd used during Taylor's class project. It was becoming obvious that this whole thing had been in the planning stages for a while now. The ladies placed one of the dining room chairs inside the pool and against an empty wall directly across from the entrance to the little store and Molly took her seat. I attached Molly's iPhone to a tripod that she had with her and set the whole thing up facing her from a slight angle. That left Kenzie with nothing to do but pick up a banana cream pie for ammunition.

Becky gave the order to begin and Molly smiled at the camera and said, "My favorite dessert at the Beckery is --" SMACK, Kenzie launched the pie early catching Molly off guard! The pie exploded in her face, leaving a nice "pie collar" of white filling starting on one of her shoulders, circling down and around the top of Molly's black shirt and curving back up to her other shoulder, as well as completely covering her face and knocking her hat into a weird angle. Molly's mouth hung open in shock, but she recovered quickly as she tried to speak around her suddenly full mouth, "-- banana cream," she finished. Before Becky could end the scene, Molly scooped a piece of crumbled pie and crust from her cleavage and popped it into her mouth and made a yummy noise.

"And cut!" Becky called and the four of us looked at each other in silence for a minute until Molly started to laugh. It was like a flood gate opening, and soon we were all laughing and congratulating Molly for a job well done. Kenzie apologized for throwing the pie early, but we all agreed that it had worked out fine. Besides, we had more specials to cover, so there would be plenty of chances to practice our timing.

"Okay Sam, you're next," Becky announced, and Taylor took over the camera. Kenzie stayed on pie duty while Molly ducked into the bathroom to clean up.

I'd already put on a red Beckery uniform polo over my black t-shirt so it was just a matter of seconds before I was sitting in the hot seat and delivering my line. "My favorite treat at the Beckery is the yummy blueberry cream pie!" This time Kenzie's timing was perfect, but her aim was a bit off. The bottom of the pie caught my forehead and the pie flipped upside-down and settled right on top my head, coating my hair in blueberry filling and whipped cream as it dripped down onto my face and shoulders. "Umm, isn't that supposed to be in my face?" I said to no one in particular, but my quick-thinking girlfriend had already grabbed another pie and just as I finished asking my stupid question she hit me square in the face with a second blueberry cream pie. "That's better," I mumbled around a mouthful of blueberry.

"Cut!" Becky yelled and we all laughed again.

"You guys are so funny!" Taylor told us as I wiped whipped cream and blueberry filling from my eyes. The front and top of my head were covered and the mess covered a decent part of my shirt. I was surprised at how much mess also wound up in my lap from just two pies!

"That was great, Honey!" Kenzie told me smiling. "You look so patriotic," she continued, looking at the blue and white streaks on my red shirt.

"Sam, do me a favor and don't wipe your face off just yet, okay?" Becky asked, still using her director's voice. "Clean your eyes if you want, but hold up on the rest for a minute please."

"You're the boss," I replied wiping blueberry filling from my eyes and licking my fingers clean.

Kenzie had slipped a pink Beckery shirt over her pink long sleeved t-shirt so that the whole thing looked like one piece. She tucked the front into her short shorts as she and Becky and Taylor huddled up as a freshly cleaned up Molly returned from the restroom. "What do you think?" Kenzie was asking as they broke their impromptu conference.

"It sounds great, as long as you're good with it," Becky told her.

"Hey, it's my idea!" Kenzie was saying as she looked over at me.

Taylor started the recording again and Kenzie came over to me, and putting her arms around my neck, sat down sideways right in the pie goop that was still in my lap! I'm sure I was grinning like an idiot as she looked at the camera and said, "As much as my friend here likes his blueberry pies" And Molly delivered a strike with a third blueberry pie to my face, plenty of which hit Kenzie's arm, shoulder, and the side of her head as she sat with her face only inches from mine. But she continued her lines unfazed. "I much prefer the strawberry pies." Smack! Smack! Smack! Three giant strawberry cream pies hit Kenzie in quick succession all but covering her face and head in white cream and dark pink filling and splattering quite a bit onto me as well. "Wow, those were big pies!" she said as she wiped mess from her face, leaving a gap between her fingers which made cute vertical lines in a pattern down her face. She wiped the pie from the top of her head right back through her hair, which really didn't matter because there was so much of it there already, but I still thought it was sexy.

I took my cue from Kenzie and started to wipe the pie from my face and head, thinking that I'd hear Becky shout "cut" at any moment. But instead, Kenzie stayed right there in my lap and began talking to the camera again, even as she picked a stray strawberry out of her messy hair. "But when we come together," she gave the camera a sexy wink at the double-entendre, "we compromise with Key Lime."

Nothing happened.

"I said Key Lime," Kenzie over-annunciated the last two words. Again, nothing happened.

Taylor and Molly then stepped into the picture, and Taylor said quickly, "The Key Lime pies aren't ready! The filling is ready to pour, but the crusts haven't set!" She was either genuinely upset, or the best actor of our little slapstick troupe.

Molly spoke up, "Well, if it's just the crust that we don't have" She looked at Kenzie, "What were you just saying?"

Kenzie got that big grin on her face, showing that she'd caught on. She looked right into the camera and for the third time said, "Key Lime."

Molly and Taylor produced industrial sized pitchers of green filling in each hand and proceeded to empty them over Kenzie's head. They poured slowly and were careful to cover Kenzie's shoulders as well as the top of her head to achieve maximum coverage. Kenzie did her part as well, gasping and then looking straight up into the onslaught with her mouth open in shock. The green mess ran over her blonde hair and face and down into her shirt, eliciting another gasp and squeal from my beautiful girlfriend. The green filling seemed a little darker green to me than real key lime, but I chalked it up to creative license. It sure tasted like key lime, though, I thought as plenty of it splattered from Kenzie onto me while she squirmed in my lap until the onslaught finally stopped.

Kenzie was glaring at the camera by this point. "What, no whipped cream?" she spat, which was of course Taylor's cue to exchange her empty pitchers for a whipped cream canister. She deposited a big dollop of whipped cream onto Kenzie's head, not stopping until the cream started to slide off due to its own weight.

"Cut!" Becky finally called, just as the whipped cream fell from Kenzie's head into my lap where it mixed with green and pink and blue filling that had gathered between my stomach and where Kenzie was perched on my legs. Even though the camera had stopped filming, Taylor replaced the whipped cream atop Kenzie's head with a smaller sized dollop that stayed in place.

Kenzie had been squirming around in my lap for a couple of minutes now, and as soon as she knew the camera was off she swung one leg over to fully straddle me. Without even wiping any key lime or whipped cream or blueberry or strawberry filing away, she gave me a long hard French kiss that surprised me with its intensity since it was in front of our friends.

"You two need some alone time?" Molly asked, as she waggled her eyebrows at Kenzie.

"Nope," Kenzie replied breathlessly as she pulled her face back but continued to grind her hips into my pelvis even as she began wiping glop from her face and hair, a good portion of which plopped into my lap where she was still sitting. And grinding. "I've never given anyone a lap dance before, and I just got a little carried away. I didn't expect this to be so sensual."

She finally stood up, our messy clothes making a kind of Velcro sound as she pulled away from me. She leaned over to give me a quick kiss and whispered, "We'll finish this later," in my ear.

Her once pink Beckery uniform shirt now looked like it had always been green and it clung to her very nicely. Her shorts were covered front and back and even her shoes had taken some damage. I realized that I was just about as covered as she was. Becky seemed to be reading my mind. "I got a hose and hooked it up out back if you want to wash off, though I've got to admit that I didn't plan on anyone getting quite this messy today."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I was thinking this was going to be one pie when you started recording, but I guess Kenzie had other ideas."

Kenzie just smiled that smile of hers. "If you don't know better by now it's hardly my fault," she grinned at me, still licking green and red filling from her lips. "Come on, lets clean up." And she led the way out the back door.

We returned a little later, soaked but clean. We'd both dumped our Beckery shirts in a bucket that Becky had provided along with a few shop towels. We weren't exactly dripping any more, but we were certainly more than damp. Our shoes made that funny squeaking sound whenever we took a step and Kenzie's pink cotton t-shirt was see through enough to make her bra clearly visible. She looked sexy as hell. Becky, Molly, and Taylor had cleaned up the wall and chair and even emptied and sprayed out the wading pool with the hose while Kenzie and I were drying off, and by the time we returned Taylor had taken her place in the chair as Becky adjusted the iPhone/camera. "I don't know if I can follow that," she was saying, "But I can't wait to try!"

"You'll be great Taylor!" Molly told her.

Becky whispered a few words to me as I took over running camera/iPhone, Taylor took her place in the hot seat, and Becky called, "Action!" She was really getting into this director thing, but it was her advertising and she'd supplied all the desserts, so the rest of us were content to let her lead the show.

I zoomed in so that Taylor's face and shoulders filled the screen. "Pies, pies, pies. That's all I ever hear. I'll let you in on a little secret. The best thing we have here at the Beckery is cake. We have all kinds, but if you want my advice, you can't go wrong with a yellow butter cake with chocolate frosting." I'd been slowly zooming out so that by the time Taylor was finished talking, you could see that she was holding the very cake she was talking about. And this cake was big! At least three layers tall and a foot and a half wide with dark chocolate frosting covering the whole delicious looking thing. I stopped zooming out and steadied the picture to where it was showing Taylor from the top of her head down to her knees just as she was saying, "Goodness, I don't see a knife and fork anywhere, I guess I'll have to improvise!"

And, still smiling her biggest smile, she raised the cake and lowered her head almost in slow motion until they were only a few inches apart. Then she raised her head up just an inch or two so that she could give the camera one last grin, and buried her face into the cake. Not until that moment had I realized that it was one of Becky's special cakes, with so much frosting that it must have been only two layers that looked like three because of all the chocolate! Taylor's face sank into that thing like a hot knife through butter! Pieces of cake and globs of frosting fell into Taylor's lap and the dark chocolate went up to cover her hair at least half of the way to the back of her head. On the sides of her head, the cake was so deep that it covered her ears. She put on a great show as she twisted the cake, taking big mouthfuls as she ground her face deeper and deeper, eating as she went.

Finally coming up to breathe, Taylor set the cake in her lap and tried to wipe some of the frosting away from her eyes. Her face was so completely covered in frosting that I was afraid it might look like blackface, but there was enough of the yellow cake stuck there to settle my fears. Plus, it was covering not just her face, but plenty of it stuck to the front of her uniform shirt as well as being pushed back into her hair. She tried to wipe the worst of it away, but her chocolate covered hands didn't really get much of the job done. At least she could get her eyes open again, and when she did, she looked back to the camera, "Oh my gosh, that tastes so good! I just wish I had a big glass of milk!"

That was what Molly and Kenzie had been waiting to hear, of course, and right on cue they appeared on either side of Taylor holding the same industrial sized pitchers from before, but this time filled with milk. Taylor rested the remains of the cake in her lap and raised her hands to either side of her face as if she were starring in the next "Home Alone" remake and let her mouth hang open. The girls poured their milk in two great streams, one from each side, and quickly covered Taylor's head and shoulders. The milk didn't really wash away the thick frosting very well, instead it mainly ran right over the frosting and soaked her purple shirt and faded jeans more than anything else. Taylor's dark purple shirt turned mostly white as the milk was poured over her, then became an even darker shade of purple than it had started out as the liquid soaked in. Pretty much the same thing happened with her jeans as the other two girls finished pouring what must have been at least four gallons of milk over poor Taylor.

"Poor Taylor" wasn't even trying to hide the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her face as she licked her lips. A good amount of milk had also collected right in the cake where Taylor's head and face had left a nice hollow behind, and I was only slightly surprised as she once again raised the cake and stuck her face right back in there, sending chocolatey milk cascading down her shirt as she took bite after bite. She finally dropped the cake back into her lap and raised her hand as if summoning a waiter, "Excuse me, could I have the rest of this to go please?"

"Cut!" Becky called and everyone burst into laughter all over again.

"Just a minute," Taylor called out as Becky and Molly started to help her get cleaned up. I didn't know Taylor well, but I knew enough to start recording again, just in case. Taylor turned around and presented her milk soaked butt to the camera, but only because she was bent over positioning the cake on the chair and kind of folding in the sides, until it looked sort of like a chocolate mountain with its base the full foot and a half diameter of the original cake. I didn't know if she'd seen me start the recording again, but she turned back to me and gave the camera a big smile anyway as she plopped her butt down right on top of the reformed cake. It turned out that there was still plenty of frosting left, as it shot out both behind her and in front from between her legs as she came to a wiggling and laughing rest. I guessed from the sound that it made that there was plenty of milk left in there as well. "I love doing that!" Taylor said, and once again I stopped the recording, just before she muttered, "But I've really got to try it naked one of these times."

Kenzie and I were still pretty well soaked by this point, although we had dried out enough that our shoes weren't squishing any longer. Taylor, however, didn't even take the time to wash off, she just wiped the chocolate frosting, yellow cake remains and milk back through her hair, toweled off her face and kept going. On the other hand, Molly's hat had mostly protected her hair and removing the uniform shirt had returned her to her usual stunning self. Becky, who was still completely untouched by any of the mess was up next, and she moved a second chair into the little plastic pool. "Will you help me out with this next one, Molls?"

"Sure, Babe," Molly replied just a little hesitantly. She motioned to the shelf displaying the new t-shirts that had just come in and after getting a nod from Becky she slipped a green one on over her black skinny shirt. Molly was always the best dressed of our little group, and it was a little odd to see her dressed casually.

Becky and Molly sat side-by-side as I started the camera once again. Molly took the lead, looking into the camera and saying, "Weekends are our busiest times here at the Beckery, and being this close to the college campus, donuts are our most popular items on Saturday and Sunday mornings. One of our most popular types is honey glazed." Molly turned to look at Becky, eager to see her partner get messy, but was surprised as Taylor poured a pitcher of golden honey directly over Molly's own head.

"Really!?" Molly cried as the honey slowly, oh so slowly, covered her hair and face, running from the center of her head downwards, leaving Molly covered in a golden sheen as it made its way down her face and over her body. Taylor expertly drizzled the stream of honey over both of Molly's shoulders, thoroughly covering her entire upper body in the very sticky golden syrup. Surprised at just how thick the honey was, Molly struggled to wipe her eyes clean at the same time as she blew little bubbles from her mouth as she sputtered while unsuccessfully trying to speak.

Molly was so consumed with trying to clear her eyes and mouth that she barely heard as Becky continued talking into the camera, "Just a little less popular are the maple glaze donuts." On cue, Taylor swapped her empty pitcher of honey for an industrial sized jug of maple syrup which she promptly tipped over Molly's already sticky head. The syrup, being not quite as thick, washed some of the honey away, but it also soaked into Molly's clothes easier, turning the green shirt and the thighs of her faded black jeans super dark and shiny. Even though it was thinner than honey, the syrup was still awfully sticky, and Molly's hair was plastered to the sides of her head as it ran down to mix with the sticky mess in her lap.

"Me again!?" Molly asked, but this time she recovered faster and fired back at her girlfriend. "I see how this works. Okay, well I just happen to know that powdered sugar donuts are your favorites!" Now it was Kenzie's turn, and she upended a large sack of powdered sugar over Becky's head, making her dark brown hair look prematurely gray.

"Good one, Babe," Becky said sarcastically as she smiled and shook her head back and forth, sending the powdered sugar flying away in a white cloud, most of it sticking to Molly's gooey head and clothes. "But I'm surprised that you didn't mention jelly donuts instead." With that Taylor went to work again, using a squirt bottle in each hand filled with liquified raspberry jelly. She left Molly's already destroyed hair alone but was careful to cover her face and chest with yet a third sticky layer.

"Eeeew!" Molly said cleverly, and as she spoke Taylor took the opportunity to squeeze the last of the jelly into her mouth. Molly sputtered and spat the jelly out, and was clearly getting frustrated with the one-sided gunging. She seemed to be searching her memory for another kind of donut to fire back with, and in her confusion she blurted out, "Umm, uh Cinnamon Twists!"

Kenzie had to search a bit, but quickly found a two pound container of cinnamon, which she unceremoniously dumped over Becky's head. The cinnamon mixed with the white powdered sugar to turn Becky's hair a pretty shade of light brown, and in all fairness some of it indeed covered her face and light blue oxford shirt, especially on her shoulders where it formed little piles that collapsed a bit every time Becky moved. She did the head shake once again, sending little brown clouds drifting into the air. "Oh no, not cinnamon!" she said mockingly. "You know what you should have mentioned? Our chocolate covered donuts."

This time Kenzie and Taylor teamed up, each of them upending a large jug of Hershey's Chocolate syrup over the helpless Molly. For her part, Molly finally gave into her fate and tilted her head back, closing her eyes and positioning her face straight up into the dual streams of chocolate sauce. The almost-black syrup mixed with the other goop as the two girls mercilessly covered their friend from top to bottom. By the time it was over, each girl had used two large jugs of chocolate syrup and covered Molly completely, Taylor even pouring syrup over Molly's sandals while Kenzie managed to find the top of the once green t-shirt and pulled it away from her chest with a squelching sound before emptying the last half jug of chocolate down inside.

"Well, that about covers weekends here at The Beckery" Becky was saying, and I think Molly must have heard her because she forced a smile in the direction of the camera even though her eyes were still shut tight against the chocolate dripping from, well, all of her.

"Yeah pfft come on down pfft and have a donut pfft this weekend," Molly said as she tried to speak around a mouth both full of, and covered in, chocolate.

"And, cut!" Becky called, as Molly began wiping her eyes and mouth, but I left the phone sitting on its tripod and recording. This was too good to miss.

"What the hell!?" Molly exclaimed, not exactly pissed, but not too happy either. "I thought we were each going to get a pie in the face, not this," she gestured to herself, indicating the sticky and syrupy state of her entire body. "It's in my bra! It's between my toes!" She stood up and I could see the chocolate sauce that had collected inside her t-shirt start to drain. Downwards. "It's in my pants!"

The other girls were all laughing, but not in a mean way. It was almost sympathetic laughter. They all looked to Becky, who began, "It was my idea, Molls. Well, mine and Taylor's. We were tired of you coming in and pieing us and then leaving and never getting messy yourself, so we set you up. The rest was real enough and we'll use the videos like we said, but the whole thing was put together to give you a taste of your own medicine."

"Literally a taste," I chimed in, even though this was the first I was hearing of their plan.

"You guys went through all of that, just to do this?" she gestured to herself again.

"Well, Sam wasn't in on it, we just trusted that he'd go along with whatever Kenzie did. And Kenzie and Taylor, well, they're just freaks! The plan was for them to each get one pie in the face and save everything else for you at the end, but you've met them before they weren't satisfied with that so they improvised."

"And you? And me?" Molly asked her partner as she continued to swipe at the goop that covered her. She'd returned to her chair and was now slicking her red hair backwards as she tried to use her hands as squeegees but no matter what she did, the hair was plastered against her scalp one way or another.

"Well, you were set up, but we never thought you'd choose so poorly. I was legit ready to get covered also, but you never said anything like custard or cream or even coffee. I really would have gotten doused if you had."

I was glad that I'd listened to my instincts and left the recording running, because Kenzie took that as an opportunity to grab a squirty bag of custard from her arsenal and once again let loose on the frustrated Molly. The blast of custard hit her square in the chest and changed her once green and now dark brown t-shirt into a shiny yellow color.

"Me again!?" Molly cried in desperation from somewhere under the goopy yellow mess.

"Oops," Kenzie said, grimacing to the camera. "You're right, that should have been for Becky. Sorry 'bout that."

"And about this," Taylor chimed in as she upended a pitcher of cream over Molly's head, completely drenching her in white before quickly soaking into her clothes and hair. Taylor grabbed a second pitcher and did a classic slow pour, covering every inch of Molly's cute figure in cream, from her beautiful red hair down to her cute brown sandals. The cream rinsed some of the goop away, leaving Molly milky and drenched, but somewhat cleaner. Her outfit, already fairly figure-hugging when they'd started, now looked like it was glued to her skin. When Taylor finished she stood back and admired her work while Molly sat there dripping, frozen in shock.

"But, but it wasn't me!" Molly stammered and pointed to her girlfriend. "She said those things! And coffee too!"

"Oh yeah, the coffee," Taylor replied as she and Kenzie each picked a five pound bag of ground coffee from their various arsenals and unceremoniously dumped the contents over the other two girls. This third powdery substance finally did a pretty good job of flattening Becky's hair. Towards the end of the surprisingly long time it took to empty the bag, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she let the dry coffee grounds cover her face. This new face-up position also let a fair amount of the dry grounds run right down into her tank top, which I found more stimulating than I would have imagined. The coffee grounds also combined with the powdered sugar and the cinnamon on Becky's shoulders, but mostly in her lap, and the whole thing took on a wonderful coffee house sort of smell. Becky smiled through all of it, and why not? She was the cleanest of all of us, and was still participating for the good of her business.

Molly, however, was a different story. The dry coffee grounds didn't stay dry as they cascaded over her soaked clothes and body, quickly turning her into a heap of coffee smelling goop that looked for all the world like dark brown mud. She had an angry look on her face, but I suspected that it was at least partially in jest, as she had tilted her head back and taken the coffee ground assault face first even before Becky had. The coffee clung to her face and hair, and pooled in her lap as well, quickly turning into a gloppy mess, which she scooped up in her hands before making a plopping sound by dropping it back into her lap in a sign of defeat, then rubbing it into her jeans. She leaned forward, trying to wipe her hands on the relatively clean legs of her jeans below her knees, but this let the last of the cascade of coffee grounds fall onto her back completing the job of covering every inch of her.

Molly did her best to clear her eyes and mouth, then looked straight ahead and gave the camera a wink and one last sideways grin before leaning over to give Becky a soggy and messy hug just before Taylor triumphantly exclaimed, "And that's a wrap!"