The only dark side for Jayne was the fact that she had replaced Anne. Anne unfortunately had not moved on but had been the victim of a gruesome accident in the 2000 gallon custard mixer. She had apparently slipped and fallen into the vat on a quiet nightshift and the surveillance camera had malfunctioned so no-one was allerted and no record of her demise was available. Indeed she had not been found until her near naked body had been found at the base of the emptied tank.
Several questions should have rang alarm bells in Jaynes head but she was not the brightest of girls. Why was Anne only wearing stockings and high-heels when she was found? Why after this dreadful event was she herself now tottering high above the chocolate syrup vat with her pinpoint heels constantly snagging in the open steel mesh walkway.
Jack in QC had asked her to take a sample from the huge VatC, apparently the sugar content was low and he needed to check it. The heat above the vat was intense and Jayne cooked a bit as she prepared the sample jar. "Damn short handle on this" she expressed to herself. In order to get a scoop of syrup she would have to lay flat, boobs down on the walkway and stretch the three or so four feet down to the bubbling goo below. She wickedly thought this would be her chance. Today she had gone on to production in her white coat as usual but underneath a very skimpy plain white satin garterbelt strained with its four clips to maintain her shiney white stockings, her footwear a pair of spiked 5 inch mules, open toed to display her pink painted nails. She had smirked when Bob at security seemed to nearly shoot in his pants as she had bent over to pick up her pass card. Bob had alerted the entire staff and unknownst to Jayne, the workforce were now watching her mischief in the shadows or on CCTV.
She slipped off her coat in an almost a shy manner, and bunched it to cushion her tits against the metal floor. Her body was beautiful, well tanned, glowing from the steamy heat from the vat, her full tits swayed and jiggled as she crouched and lay flat. The two globes of her bust seemed to pale under pressure and the closest CCTV cameras homed in whilst she continued. She reached straight down and made a slight swoop at the bubbling surface "Nah damn".
She realised she would have to overbalance holding the base of the vertical safety handrail in one hand and head down scoop her prize with the other hand. She had promised herself a taste of the first scoop and even perhaps to rub some on her crotch for Bob to lap up, hahah! Down she lowered herself, her long blonde hair fell over her face and she could only half see the jar in her hand. Her gripping anchor hand slid to the very base of the bar and found a subtle trap. Andy from maintenance had guarranteed his colleagues a real show by lightly greasing the bases of all the poles over the vat, Anne had this same "accident". Of course Jayne did not notice this as she started her descent it was only when she was overbalanced that her grip failed in a panic and she realised her predicament. She felt her hand go and in an instant clawed a grip under the steel mesh walkway. Her other hand dropped the jar which glooped in the syrup surface and slowly dissappeared, her second hand caught the edge of the walkway which she had by now departed. Her body was now clenched tightly against the harsh hot metal of the walkway. One leg was clinging to the top side of the walkway, the other flailed dramatically in thin air, her mule dangling momentarily on her toes and then plopping lightly into the bubbling brown mass below. "Noo, shtt, grf,gllh!" She cursed, grunted and started to sob all at the same time. What was a wicked prank, had become embarrassing shoe loss, then a sacking offence and now perillous indeed all in the space of a few seconds. Her delicate mule was absorbed by the 2000 gallons of goo. She grunted tensed and tried to gain height but weak feminine arms betrayed her and her other leg slipped off the walkway. Her legs now swung below her and her wild panicking kicking saw her other mule shoot off, bang the metallic side of the vat and splat down into the goo. It landed on its sole and seemed to float a while like an elegant boat before descending as if grabbed by submerged beast. Jaynes weak arms extended slowly as she surrendered to her weight, almost lowering her as she reached the vat surface. The heat was intense and as her toes touched the goo she recoiled as you would in a hot bath.
Now fully stretched, she had her nylon legs sunken to just below the knee, she paddled weakly but this was completely useless. she screamed for help above the noise of the machinery but although many heard her none came to her aid. That wasn't part of the show, unless she survived too long!
With an almost peaceful resigning sigh Jayne let go and slipped silently into the morass. She caught her lab coat which had snagged on the walk way, it broke her fall so she did not go under. It however gave and she was almost immediately forced to "tread syrup" . This was not as easy as in water, the viscose sugary mire and the intense heat, tired her quickly and within ten minutes she was on the point of going under. Less than twelve minutes after her initial mistake, Jayne was dead at the bottom of ten feet of chocolate syrup, her mouth, lungs, stomach, cunt and ass totally full of her "Just Desserts".
All the staff had their new home video of Jayne Death by Chocolate to add to Anne Custards last stand. This time though, unlike Annne her body was never discovered, this would raise too much fuss, the choco, stockinged corpse was removed, hosed down, undressed and found its way to Mikkos Meat Plant next door to Yum Desserts. The garter-belt, nylons, and mules were washed and presented as gifts to the good staff of security who had provided the excellent video production.
Jayne, a single girl was assumed to have moved on and so Alice, the new girl who replaced her had not the slightest suspicion that her own black pantyhosed legs would soon be writhing in a thick rice pudding grave!
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