I knew I was in for trouble from the moment I introduced my wife to my agent. I'd been married for just over three years and been with my agent for almost six, but up until now I'd always managed to keep my personal and professional lives completely separate. Unfortunately, a couple of weeks ago I'd forgotten to charge up my mobile phone so when my agent needed to contact me and couldn't, she'd called my landline and spoken with my wife.

Why had I got an agent you might ask? Well whilst I had a reasonably well paid as a freelance translator I'd always wanted to be in showbiz. I'd done some catalogue modelling as a teenager and progressed into working as an extra in a couple of movies that had bombed at the box office. Since then I'd mostly done corporate videos, you know for staff training or health and safety.

Anyway, when I got home that evening Kirsty, my wife, had more than a few choice words to say to me, such as: "what was wrong with my phone?" "did I think she was his personal secretary now?" and most importantly of all "why hadn't I told her that my agent was a woman?"

I had dreaded this moment ever since I'd first started dating Kirsty. We'd met through a mutual friend and I'd been instantly struck by her. However, it soon became apparent that she had a problem with most of the other women in my life, any who were slim, blonde, attractive and not related to me by blood. So as that description pretty much fitted my agent Trish to a tee, then I was sure that sparks would soon be flying.

However, when they did meet it was somewhat anticlimactic. Not only did Kirsty not hate Trish at first sight but they actually got on. And even more surprisingly they soon become firm friends and would spend time out and about with each one another. Of course, that wasn't necessarily a good thing for me as I noticed that Kirsty told Trish about anything and everything, including our most intimate moments.

You see I'd always had a bit of a thing for pies. I don't know where it came from but, whenever I saw a woman either receiving or delivering a pie in the face I couldn't help but get aroused. I'd told Kirsty about it not long after we'd started dating, when things had started to get serious between us and had been lucky to find her understanding of my fetish and even, on occasion, willing to indulge in a little messy foreplay.

Naturally I'd assumed that my fetish would remain a secret between us but, I got the distinct impression that Trish now knew about it. There had been a couple of incidents that pointed to the fact. Once when the three of us were at a cafe Kirsty has ordered some pie and Trish had leaned in and whispered something to her. That has set the pair of them off giggling. Then on another occasion Trish had handed me the script for a local pantomime which included an extensive pie in the face routine.

"Sorry this kind of stuff really isn't for me" I said.

"Really?" Trish replied with a knowing smile upon her face.

I didn't respond to her but later when I got home I questioned Kirsty about if she'd revealed my secret to Trish. She'd denied it of course and asked what had happened, when I mentioned the pie routine she had asked if I'd been turned on by the scene and I admitted I might have been. That had led to more talk of sex and the next thing I knew Kirsty had unzipped my trousers and gone down on me. I completely forgot about what I had been asking her.

* * *

A couple of weeks later I was offered an audition for a video to promote a new out of town food retailer. I wasn't familiar with them, but Trish assured me they were an up and coming company and if I did well then it might be the start of a series of such videos for them. The money on offer was certainly good and so I was more than happy to give it a go.

I'd received the first draft of the script a week ago and it looked okay to me. I then received a second draft, and then a third a couple of days later. Trish explained that the company's marketing department were still tinkering with it and I should probably expect some last-minute charges as well. Whilst this was hardly ideal situation it wasn't a totally unfamiliar one and I wasn't too worried.

There was however one unusual aspect to the audition, in that it was to be done in front of a small audience. Apparently, the owners, managers and marketing people at the company all wanted an opportunity to have their say. And then one of them had asked if his wife could attend and soon it seemed to have turned into something of a company social event. Trish had laughingly suggested that I should invite Kirsty.

So, when I got home that's what I'd done knowing full well that she'd turn it down after all she'd never shown any interest in my showbiz career since we'd been married. I was amazed then when she said yes and even seemed to be excited by the prospect. In the days leading up to the audition Kirsty was frequently on the phone to Trish asking about what she should wear to the event, should she get her hair done and similar questions.

As the day of the audition arrived I found myself getting a little nervous. Not about the audition itself but the fact that this would be the first time that Kirsty had ever watched me perform. The audition wasn't until the middle of the afternoon, so I spent the morning revising the latest version of the script. Kirsty was working the first half of the day but arrived back home to join me for lunch before going upstairs to get herself ready.

I waited patiently in the lounge, with one eye on the clock and the other on the front window waiting for Trish. She'd offered to take us to and from the audition in her Chelsea tractor. Eventually after what seemed like ages I saw her pull up on the drive.

"Trish is here!" I called out.

"Just coming" Kirsty replied.

I knew that when Kirsty said she'd just be a few minutes that I could usually expect to wait at least ten minutes so was somewhat surprised when she beat me to the front door and was out of the house before me. As I locked the door I noticed that Kirsty was already climbing into the front passenger seat of Kirsty's four-by-four. I walked down the drive and got into the back to find the pair talking about shoes. I got the feeling this was going to be a long journey.

The journey wasn't too bad, although I did have to suffer more discussions on shoes, clothing, jewellery, makeup and hairstyles than any straight man should have to. But right on schedule we pulled into to the car park of the out of town retailer. There were already several smartly dressed people hanging around the front of the store, but Trish took us in via a side entrance and quickly located the room assigned for me to get changed.

In the room was the latest version of the script and a baker's uniform consisting of white shoes, white trousers with an elasticated waist, white short sleeved top and a white cap. Trish had mentioned that clothing would be supplied for the audition but not what the clothing was. Still, it was hardly the worst thing I'd had to wear, and I assumed it tied into the company's retail offerings.

As Trish and Kirsty seemed to be deep in conversation I took the opportunity to quickly strip out of my clothing and change into the uniform. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite quick enough as I overheard Kirsty hum the tune to the stripper and got a cheeky wolf whistle from Trish. We then exited the room and made our way to the part of the huge store where the video was being shot.

They had cordoned off an area near the bread aisle and I could see a couple of technicians setting up a pair of video cameras. In front of the area were four rows of seating which were mostly empty. There were also many people milling around most of whom were smartly dressed but I did notice an odd few dressed work uniforms. Trish escorted us over to a well-dressed gentleman at the rear of the crowd.

"Allow me to introduce you to the head of marketing, Mr Godfrey" Trish stated.

"A pleasure to meet you" I said, shaking his hand.

"I'm very much looking forward to seeing your performance" he responded.

It was at this point that someone called for people to take their places. Kirsty took a seat on the third row, and reserved another for Trish, whilst Trish and I walked over towards the bread aisle. There were already three attractive young women waiting over there who were dressed in white baker's uniform such as I was. I assumed they were models who were acting as extras for the shoot, but Trish assured me they all worked at the store.

Then a young scruffy looking kid made his presence known. Apparently, this was the video director although he seemed barely out of short trousers. Still he did apologise for all the script revisions and pointed out that they had written my lines on some idiot boards if I needed prompting. He then positioned me behind a bread counter with my "assistants" surrounding me. As the director double-checked everyone was ready, Trish took up her seat beside Kirsty.

"If we can have silence please" the director called out.

Finally, it was show time. I took a couple of deep breaths to steady my nerves as the watching audience settled down then I awaited my cue from the director.

"Take one" the director yelled.

"Here at Freshfield retail we pride ourselves on the quality of our products. From artisan breads, to cookies, cakes and pastries we have the lot at a price you can afford" I said.

As I named checked the various breads and baked goods one of the young women beside me would pick up the appropriate product and show it to the camera before putting it back on the counter.

I continued with the script, "And of course not forgetting our fantastic range of pies which make for a wonderful surprise..."

Suddenly, my world turned briefly white then black as the young woman standing immediately to my right took the cream pie she was holding and smashed it I to my face. I was taken totally by surprise by her action and completely forget what I was supposed to say next. I heard the director yell "cut" and then the titters began.

I cleared the pie cream from out of my eye and glanced around. The young woman who had pied me was suffering from a fit of giggles as were most of her companions. The audience were likewise laughing at me and I could even see sly grins upon the faces of the camera operators. On the third row I could see Kirsty and Trish both sitting there trying, and failing, to look surprised my apparent misfortune. I felt humiliated, but at the same time somewhat stimulated by the situation.

"That was good, but I think we can do better" the director stated.

"Clean up in the bread aisle!" some joker called out.

This provoked more laughter from the audience and I could see that Kirsty and Trish had abandoned their pretence and were now joining in with the general merriment. Meanwhile one of my assistants, not the one who'd pied me, handed me a wipe so I could clean myself up before the second take.

The director waited for the audience to quieten down before giving me my cue and once again I launched into my monologue and once again my assistants would hold up the various baked goods as I mentioned them including of course the pies. This time I thought I knew what was about to happen as my assistants picked up their cream pies, the one on my immediate right even winked at me.

Then to my astonishment the assistant on my left took her pie and slapped it in my face. Once again, this provoked howl of laughter from the audience and giggles from my assistants.

"Perhaps once more, after all third time's the charm" the director said.

After a quick clean-up, I was ready for my third attempt. I ran through the script once more and at the appropriate moment my third assistant, who had yet to pie me, leaned in from the far right and decorated my face with a creamy pastry. Despite, or maybe because of, the repetition the audience seemed to find this as humorous as the first two pieings particularly when the assistant kept hold of the pastry and continued to ground it into my face.

I must admit that by now I was getting more than a little aroused by the whole experience and was just hoping that my three assistants hadn't noticed. However, I knew one person at least who could guess what I was feeling. Looking out into the audience I could see Kirsty sitting there beside Trish, both with knowing smiles upon their faces. As I watched Kirsty leaned forward and cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Give it to him again" she shouted.

For the fourth time I found myself surrounded by my three assistants all bearing cream pies. My only question was which one would do the deed. It turned out the answer was all of them. The assistants to my immediate right and left sandwiched my face between their pies whilst the assistant on the far right stepped behind me and deposited her pie in top of my head.

"And that's a wrap" the director stated.

The audience laughed and cheered, and my three assistants all gave me friendly hugs. They were careful not get too close, so they didn't get messy. I was also happy they were keeping their distance, so they wouldn't notice the bulge in the front of my trousers.

* * *

I was very glad to escape the store and return to my assigned room. Once there I immediately stripped down to my underwear, discarding the messy baker's uniform on the floor. At that moment the door swung open and Kirsty and Trish entered, both holding cream pies. I looked over at the mischievous pair as the door closed behind them.

Kirsty stepped up to me and being very careful to retain hold of her pie, reached out with one hand and pulled down my underpants to reveal my partially erect member. I was stunned by her action, especially as it left me effectively naked in front of another woman. However, she soon rectified my lack of decency by taking the pie she was carrying and pressing it against my crotch. She continued to run the pie around and soon I was fully erect.

Then with Trish watching on Kirsty knelt and took my cream covered penis in her mouth and began to give me the most exquisite blow job I'd ever received. It didn't take me long to forgot about my agent standing there and soon I felt myself climax. It was at that moment that Trish reminded me of her presence by smashing the pie she had been holding into my face, hard.

The End.