A Pie To The Face

Nathan wasn't quite sure where all the custard was stored, or why it never went off. It wasn't really his thing, anyway. Watching a girl get a pie in the face seemed like a niche interest. But some people liked it, he was sure.

Anyway, the button was there. He might as well try it.

A hatch in the wall opened, and a gloved hand shot out on a spring, carrying a warm custard pie topped with whipped cream. It sped unerringly towards Emily, paused for just an instant, then shoved the pie into her pretty face, twisting it back and forth to make sure the custard and cream was smeared evenly across her features.

Emily blinked in surprise, custard slowly sliding down her cheeks, her hair all sticky and dishevelled, her blue eyes wide with surprise. She didn't know what just happened, but she knew she didn't like it much.

Nathan thought for a moment.

He pressed two buttons in quick succession. A gust of wind flicked up Emily's shirt, making her squeal and clasp her hands between her legs, and another pie was clapped against her bare bottom. She yelped in discomfort, trying to brush the cream off her posterior. She looked very confused.

"Hmm," said Nathan, deep in thought. He was still trying to work out if he was into this or not. Maybe he should try something else.