By the time Saturday morning arrived, Laura had just about managed to get rid of the mushroom soup and nacho cheese smell that felt like it was clinging to her. Part of her wondered whether it actually was, or just in her head. Either way, she still added an extra spray of perfume before heading out to brunch with her girl friends.
The brunch was pretty much like their brunches always were. Over excitement about mimosas, indecision about ordering, and gossip. They'd just gotten past what so and so's ex had been arrested for when Fliss piped up, "Remember that weird event they had at Funk's last time we were there?"
Laura looked up from the scrambled eggs she was picking at. "So you know how they covered that girl in the colored goo thing...You'll never guess what I heard happened there two nights ago."
Her blood ran cold realizing what her friend was about to say.
"Well, I had to ask my ex's friend, to ask his cousin what the fuck that event was... Also the cousin is hot and...you know!" Laura was mentally begging her friend to get to the point of the story, so she knew how mortified to feel. "Anyway, the cousin said it's a kink or something they are trying to capitalize on. It's just colored thickened water apparently...so not that gross I guess."
"Fliss is this going somewhere?" A friend interjected, "I didn't need to know about another weird kink I have to screen potential dates don't have. What happened Thursday?"
"I was getting to it. Basically, they had this new girl who'd never done anything like this before, most of the performers are whores of some kind. Anyway, this regular girl off the street looking for some cash, rather than doing what we saw, they covered her in this savory mix of soup and cheese that was being thrown out from the bar next door. The fucking freaks who paid to get in there loved it, and the poor bitch desperate enough to take part ended up fucking dancing around and despite the humiliation."
Laura tried to catch Fliss' eye to work out if she knew that girl was her, and whether this whole topic was a bitchy attack. Fliss however was busy savoring the silence induced by only the highest-grade gossip. It seemed like this was just gossip, and Laura's connection was not part of the story. She tried to steady her breathing, calm her nerves, and take a sip of water. Somehow, she inhaled rather than drank the water, leading her to cough it everywhere in a completely undignified manner.
"You good Laura?" The girl sat next to her asked.
Laura nodded as she tried to regain the powers of speech. "Yeah...Yeah...Just the thought of getting covered in that stuff made me gag. It's so gross... I think... I think I need to go to the bathroom."
Once safely latched inside a bathroom stall Laura tried to regain her composure. It was just gossip. No one knew it was her. It was a one-time thing, and only because she really needed the money. She lifted her skirt up and pulled her modest cotton panties down to sit on the fixture. In her underwear, she spotted a small wet patch and instinctively touched herself to investigate its source. Even with just a purely curious touch, the feeling of her fingers against her pussy made her gasp and really hope the bathroom was empty.
She couldn't recall being this wet. Why was she this wet? Her mind drifted back to Thursday night. The anticipation, the crowd. The shock of the savory gunge. The feeling of it on her skin and in her hair. The smell. The roar of the crowd. That joyous moment of liberation when she spontaneously danced. The humiliation... All those people How gross it was!
The moan escaping her lips brought her back into the bathroom with the realization she'd been playing with her clit through that entire flashback. It felt too good to stop now, so she clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the moans and returned to her thoughts. This time thinking back to the table with her friends. Imagining the worst-case scenario in her mind. That Fliss had instead said " and the poor bitch desperate enough to take part was Laura!" She pictured the horrified looks on her friends' faces, and imagined her utter humiliation. Oh yes... she would squirm inwards, and glow so red and... and...Laura clasped her second hand over her mouth to stifle a scream of pleasure as she came hard. She felt herself convulse with each wave, momentarily feeling so much shame for masturbating in a restaurant bathroom. That thought and the cold porcelain of the toilet hitting her clit as she slipped forward set off another wave.
...
She blamed a coughing fit for her red face when she returned to the table to pay her share of the bill and headed home. For the rest of the weekend, she tried to ignore what had happened at brunch and any memories of Gunge Time. As far as she was prepared to acknowledge, both were one-time things that soon would be as fuzzy as a half-remembered dream. There was temptation however... temptation to remember, temptation to learn more. But her resolve stood the test... Until her phone rang mid-way through Monday morning.
