Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

“Hi, it’s Rachel here and we have a very short preview show in advance of our forthcoming festive edition of Messy Countdown. As you can see, we’ve made the studio all Christmassy and I thought I would dig out a Christmas jumper to complement one of my very short skirts for today’s preview! Do you like it?”

The blonde giggles as she continues “We have an exciting seasonal episode in store for you which will see two teams from the world of professional dancing competing for the Countdown Christmas Teapot. Representing Team ‘Current Strictly’, there will be Amy Dowden, Oti Mabuse and Dianne Buswell.”

“Representing Team ‘Ex-Strictly’, there will be Kristina Rihanoff, Ola Jordan and Flavia Cacece.”

“I’m really looking forward to having all 6 ladies here when the main episode starts, although I understand some of them aren’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of appearing on the show!”

Rachel winks to the camera “I wonder why! I’m sure they’ll be fine, once they are here! Haha!”

“The rules of the show will be the same as before. We will have 3 letter games, 2 number games and then a final conundrum. Each team nominates a player to play each game, so that every team member gets to play 2 games. The winner of each game will earn 10 points for their team, with the final conundrum worth 25 points. The losing lady of each game will have the undeniable pleasure of spinning the Forfeit Wheel. “

Rachel shudders her shoulders as she mentions the forfeit wheel, before continuing with the final bit of the rules.

“The overall losing team at the end of the show will also have to suffer a joint messy forfeit that will be messier and more humiliating than the forfeits for the individual games, as the girls from The Saturdays found out in the last episode.”

Authors Note: The first two games will feature in the next story instalment. Please vote for the lady you would like to see lose their respective match.

Rachel picks up a yellow bucket, peers inside it and wrinkles her face up.

“…and from the looks of it, will be getting very gungey, so all that’s left is for me to say goodbye and don’t forget to join me for the main show in a few days time. See ya!”

Disclaimer: Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature.

The brown-haired singer walked into the TV studio the evening following her second appearance on one of the channel’s shows. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a form-fitting red sweatshirt and carrying a small bag with her outfit for the show in it. She smiled at the receptionist who smiled and waved cheerfully as she pointed the brunette towards the familiar presenter’s changing room.

She walked into the room and dropped her bag on the floor. She opened it and pulled out the contents, sighing as she did so. It was a scarlet PVC and latex leotard, which she knew from experience barely covered her boobs, this was paired with a pair of red vinyl above-the-knee boots. She quickly changed out of her street clothes and into her on-stage outfit, which she found fitted her as she remembered. After this she settled back to read a magazine on the over-stuffed leather couch that was along one wall. When there were ten minutes left before the start of the show, a stagehand came to lead her to the darkened studio stage.  The singer-turned-presenter took her position and breathed deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

Shortly, the sound of jaunty jazz music filled the air accompanied by the audience’s applause as the studio lights rapidly brightened, reveal-ing the familiar logo on the back wall. The increased light in the cavernous room also revealed the brunette singer in the bright red leotard, which showed off her deep cleavage, and various devices scattered around the studio. Smiling broadly she waved at the audience before walking forward and high-fiving the front row. The audience cheered as she did this. She returned to the middle of the stage.

Grinning for the camera she yelled to be heard over the cheering audience. “Hello, and welcome to Part Two of Match Number Two of Immerse the Nurse. I am Jesy Nelson. This was a tight-run contest between Royal Liverpool University Hospital’s Mary and North Manchester General Hospital’s Sally. How close? You’ll have to wait until they come out and join me to find our. Mary and Sally, come out here, please!”

The brunette in the white tunic and younger-looking blonde in the dark-blue tunic walked out to join her, to an ear-splitting cheer from the audience. They both gained a pink blush when they heard this.

Jesy smiled warmly at the two of them. “Welcome back, ladies,” she said. “So, you just heard that this was tight. Interested in finding out which of you has won?”

The brown-haired Mary shrugged. “I’m really nervous actually, Jesy,” she said almost mournfully. “I don’t like the idea of it being so tight a vote.”

Blonde-haired Sally nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward this!” she moaned.

A stagehand walked up to them, once again carrying a glittery gold envelope which she gave to Jesy before quickly walking back out of sight. The brown-haired singer opened the envelope and pulled out what was inside. She read the card that was inside and her mouth dropped open in surprise at what was written on it.

“Wow, this was close!” exclaimed Jesy. “The winner, with 51.28% of the vote, is… Sally!”

The baby-faced blonde shrieked with joy as her opponent tried to bury her head in her hands. The audience cheered, knowing that the sexy short-haired nurse was about to get very sloppy indeed. While Sally moved to sit on a large bean bag on the far side of the stage, Jesy took Mary by the arm. The vocalist guided the busty nurse over to where there stood a glittery purple top hat, filled almost to overflowing with scrunched up scraps of paper.

Jesy grinned at the nervous brunette. “Right, I think Sue deserves my congratulations for escaping the first round’s mess,” she nodded towards the blonde who was sprawled in the bean bag as the audience applauded. “Mary, unfortunately we’ll be saying goodbye. You’re going back to Liverpool University Hospital with five hundred pounds in funding and a load of mess.”

The short haired brunette nurse pouted. “I can’t believe this!”

Jesy chuckled. “Well, you better believe it,” she laughed. “Because, Miss Disbelief, you have to pick to forfeits out of this hat. The forfeit options include Strip Wrestling Caroline Flack with the loser getting dunked and another, from a total of eleven submitted for this match, is to be dunked in chocolate pudding, then stripped and covered in whipped cream. Now, put your hand in and help yourself to what is in the hat.”

Mary ran her hands nervously through her hair. What have I got myself into, she wondered. The white-clad nurse reached into the hat in front of her and plucked out two wadded up pieces of paper. These were snatched from her hand by the curvy singer.

Jesy flashed the pouting brunette a quick grin as she read what was written on the first piece of paper. “Oh, yuck!” she blurted out. “To start off, Mary, you’re getting a Baked Bean Bath! Better you than me!”

The brown-haired nurse groaned in disgust when she heard that. She froze where she stood. Jesy took her by the hand and led her to an old tin bathtub which stood to the right of where they stood. At one end of the tub, three pipes were aimed into the tub at a steep angle. The tub was filled with the tomato-covered beans to within two inches of the rim. The curvy singer grinned nastily at the other brunette. “Well, what are you waiting for, Mary?” she asked snarkily. “In you get!”

The pretty brown-haired nurse grimaced before she stepped into the bean-filled bathtub. Her red high heels vanished into the lumpy mass before the rest of her followed. Her white tights were quickly soaked by the tomato sauce which coated the beans. As she sat down fully, and the tomatoey beans came up to her chest, she could feel the sauce that covered the legume soaking into her tunic and her underwear. Three stagehands then walked on carrying a bucket of beans each. They quickly tipped their buckets’ contents out to flow down the pipes, which were directly over her head and each shoulder. Mary quickly found baked beans flowing over her head and shoulders in a cold wet lumpiness.

Finally, as the beans stopped pouring over her, the brown-haired nurse squealed in disgust. “Eeewww! There are beans in my bra!”

The audience laughed and cheered after they heard this. Blushing under her tomato-streaked face and with her make-up smeared over her cheeeks, Mary looked up at Jesy who was struggling to stifle her own giggles. “So, what’s next?” she asked blearily, unsure of herself after what had just happened.

Jesy smirked. “What’s next?!” she finally lost control and laughed in the sexy nurse’s face. She picked up the second crumpled wad of paper. “You’re about to take a ‘Naked Carwash! That’s what’s next!”

Mary shot her an exasperated glare. “I’m guessing that does not involve soap and water,” she griped, cueing peels of mocking laughter from the audience.

“No, it doesn’t!” sneered Jesy in reply. “Now, get out of that bath and… strip.”

Grumbling under her breath, the brown-haired woman stood up and stepped out of the tub. As the beans rolled down her body, Mary unbuttoned her tunic before sliding it down her arms until it dropped to the ground, revealing her tomato stained white tights and black bra and thong.

The audience responded with a volley of wolf-whistles which brought a blush to her cheeks. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tights as a chant of “Take It Off!” grew louder as more voices in the audience joined in. Blushing harder, Mary rolled her sodden formerly-white tights down her legs then kicked them out of sight somewhere in the shadows at the back of the stage. She then unclasped her bra, briefly revealing her tits to the gaze of the world before she covered them with left arm. With her right hand, she slipped her skimpy black knickers down over the curves of her arse and legs till the piece of silken lingerie was crumpled on the floor around her feet. She then covered her clean-shaven muff with her right hand while Jesy led her over to a wheeled metal chair mounted on a pair of rails.

Mary sat on the cold steel of the chair and waited for the inevitable, dreading what was likely going to happen. As the audience began to chant the show’s name, the chair lurched into motion. It slowly bore its human cargo towards a pair of rotating circular brushes. The bristles of which were thickly coated in barbecue sauce which was smeared over her bare body by the brushes as the sexy brunette passed through them. Her hair had been pulled in several directions at once by the brushes, thoroughly ruining what had been a perfectly manicured bob. As the chair rolled beyond the brushes, slimy green gunge poured down over her head,  flowing her nose and chin. Just as the green gunge finished coating her hair in sticky goo, a stream of yellow splashed over her thighs, belly and boobs. At the same time, as she recoiled from this, her upturned face caught what seemed like a bucket of blue slime all at once. This splattered over her pretty face and splashed through her hair.

Eventually, she emerged gasping from under the different flows of slime. But as she tried to clear the slime from her drenched, make-up smeared face, two small nozzles, in the floor of the cart her chair was bolted to, came to life. Two thin streams of white shaving foam were sprayed over her, starting at Mary’s squirming slime-covered bare feet before moving up her legs slowly moving the spray from left to right to ensure every inch of skin on her long legs were covered in the thick white foam. The sprays of foam then switched their aim to her torso. Within seconds, she squirmed as her arms, tummy and breasts disappeared under the frothy-looking white goo. A gasp escaped her lips as the foam covered her neck.

Please, let it stop, she begged silently. The flood of foam didn’t stop, however, and the busty, short-haired brunette found that the nozzles were being directed to cover her goo-covered head completely. When the nozzles finally shut off, there was a vaguely-human-shaped pile of white foam at the end of the carwash. The nurse’s arms hung dejectedly limp towards the ground. Jeers and wolf-whistles rose from the audience.

Jesy surveyed the mess that had been made of the brown-haired nurse and chuckled slyly. “Well, I’m not even going to ask how Mary feels at the moment,” she joked to the jeering audience. “That’s all for this episode. Next time, please,  join Jade for the second time,  as another pair of nurses will face the public vote and another celebrity submits to a potential Healthy Dunking. Good night!” Jesy waved to the camera as the audience cheered while the lights dimmed.

A/N: That’s Match 2. Hope you enjoyed it.

Disclaimer: Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity.

The auburn-haired singer mentally scolded herself as she walked into the area of the television channel’s changing rooms. Stepping into the familiar presenter’s room, she kicked off her shoes and tried to relax as she pulled her outfit for the evening out of the small wheel-along suitcase she’d brought with her. This was a black leotard trimmed with grey sequins along the seams and encircling her neck. A short while after she pulled on the leotard, a stagehand led her onto the still-dark stage and she waited for the show to start.A few minutes later, the familiar jaunty jazz tune filled the air in the studio. The audi-ence clapped and cheered as the studio lights slowly blazed to full brightness, revealing a stage crowded with various gunging contraptions and the familiar logo splashed across the back wall. In the middle of the stage stood the auburn singer-turned-presenter in her black leotard.

“Hello, hello, hello!” she called. “Welcome to Match Three of Immerse the Nurse! Once again, I am Jade Thirlwall. Tonight, we have yet another two nurses putting themselves up for potentially getting gunged in the hopes they can go all the way in order to win some serious funds for the hospitals they work at. Now, let’s meet them, shall we? Come on out, please, ladies!”

Two nurses, a blonde wearing a red-belted white tunic, sheer blue stockings and black suspenders and a brunette in a white-belted tunic, sheer tan stockings and white suspenders, stepped onto the stage waving to the audience. They walked up to Jade who smiled widely at them both.

The auburn-haired singer looked between the two nurses. “Welcome to the show, ladies!” she said in a lukewarm voice. “You’re braving what the public comes up with. Fair play to you there, because I wouldn’t want to! Could you introduce yourselves, please?”

The blonde in the red-belted tunic gave a shy smile. “Hi, I’m Jenny and like everyone you’ve seen in this series I’m a student nurse. I’m twenty-three and I work at Newcastle Freeman Hospital.”

Jade turned to the brunette nurse. “And you are?”

The brunette smiled bashfully and waved to the camera. “Hey there! My name’s Jess and I’m a twenty-one year-old student nurse in Glasgow’s Queen Elizabeth University Hospital’s Accident and Emergency Department.”

The girl group member grinned at the two nurses. “Nice to meet you both!” she said with a chuckle. “Now, we’ve reached the part of the show that has a very interesting surprise factor to it but, first, we have to add some extras to what’s in our dunk tank.”

Five stage hands walked into view, with a bucket each in hand. Soon, buckets of baked beans and green, yellow and blue gunge were dumped into the mixed congealed slop in  the tank.  The fifth stagehand emptied a dozen cans of shaving foam into the middle of the dunk tank’s pool of slop.

Jade looked at what was now in the tank and wrinkled her nose. “Well, this is getting smellier!” she gasped before clapping one hand over her nose and mouth to try to keep out the smell. “And we have yet another celebrity willing to potentially take a dip in it. Please, put your hands together for… Rita Ora!”

The blonde singer-songwriter walked on-stage while the track of her latest single Let You Love Me was played over the PA system’s speakers. She was wearing a blue, white and green one-piece swimsuit. As she stepped into view, a mist of water sprayed over her, wetting her long blonde hair and accentuating her large tits, which also highlighted her prominent nipples showing through the fabric of the swimsuit. Wolf-whistles from the audience greeted her waves and smiles as she walked over to where Jade was waiting. The camera zoomed in on her lycra-covered bum as her hips swung from side to side as she walked.

Jade grinned at the other singer. “Well, Rita, you’ve decided to be brave and put yourself up for a possible dunking,” she taunted. “And I believe you have a special addition if, as happened with Caroline Flack, the donation by the audience makes more than fifteen hundred quid. What is it?”

The swimsuit-clad blonde grinned. “Wait here and I’ll go and grab it!” she replied before sauntering out of sight back-stage for a moment before coming back carrying two see-through plastic jugs filled with the lumpiest-looking green slop anyone in the studio had ever seen.

Jade’s eyes widened. “What is that?!”

Rita giggled nervously. “This is probably the most disgusting mushy peas that either of us will ever see,” she replied. “And, yes, if you give fifteen hundred pounds or more, ladies and gentlemen, then this will be getting poured into my swimsuit!”

“Ooohhh! That sounds nasty!” said Jade in revulsion. “But, that’s what might happen. Okay, everyone, our wonderful stagehands will be going around with collection buckets. As before, if one thousand is raised, Rita will get our ‘Healthy Dunking’ (which is even smellier than before!). However, any amount above one-thousand-five-hundred pounds will mean that she’ll get her gorgeous swimsuit filled with yucky mushy peas! Now, collectors, you have five minutes of collecting time from… NOW!”

Two dozen stagehands walked quickly from back-stage and into the tiered audience seating. As for the previous episodes, the audience members were dropping various amounts of cash into the buckets, from handfuls of coins to wads of banknotes. Rita’s eyes widened as she saw what was being donated by the studio audience. After the five minutes ended, the sound of a gong filled the air and the money collecting stagehands moved back-stage to count up what had been donated.

Jade grinned at the camera as Rita fidgeted nervously beside her. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your generous donations,” she said, pausing for a moment as a stagehand approached with an envelope in hand, which Jade opened to reveal the glittery result-bearing card while the blonde woman bit her lower lip nervously. “Well, Rita, this isn’t looking good for you staying clean! The amount donated by our studio audience beat your fifteen hundred pound limit, for getting your swimsuit filled, by four hundred pounds.”

Rita’s mouth nearly hit the floor in shock. “Oh, crap! No!”

Jade laughed. “Oh, yes! You’re about to get very messy, Rita!” The Little Mix star picked up one of the jugs of mushy peas. “Hold out the neckline of that swimsuit, please.”

Shooting a glare at the other singer, Rita hooked her fingers into the neckline of her swimsuit. Before the blonde singer could have second thoughts, Jade emptied the jug of green slop over her cleavage. Rita squealed and squirmed as the green muck flowed over the curves of her tits before pooling in the white-coloured gusset of the piece of swimwear. The peas bulged out the lycra that covered her belly to comical proportions. The blonde woman’s face contorted in disgust at the feeling of what was slopping around her privates.

While the solo artist was still wriggling in a useless attempt to make the mushy peas feel comfortable, Jade grabbed a hold of the rear waistband of the blonde’s swimsuit and quickly poured the second jug of green gunk over the globes of her arse. Rita gasped as she felt the mix of peas, cream and butter spill down her curves and complete the filling of her swimsuit which bulged out in a band around her crotch and arse.

Jade grinned at the other woman. “How is that, Rita?”

“It feels gross, Jade!” replied the blonde. “It’s slopping around if I even flinch!”

The auburn-haired singer chuckled as the audience laughed outright while she took the squirming blonde by the elbow. “Well, Rita, there’s one thing left for you to do tonight,” she reminded the blonde, leading her to the dunk-tank in its customary position at the rear of the stage. “Up you get and take a seat.”

With a light blush colouring her face into her hairline, Rita climbed onto the seat of the dunk-tank, wrinkling her nose as the smell of the slop reached her nostrils. She idly brushed a wet strand of blonde hair back over her shoulder so all her luscious long hair hung down her spine, to tickle her buttocks. She smiled nervously as a camera panned over her body.

Jade grinned slyly at the other singer. “Well, Rita, our studio audience has voted with their pockets,” she smirked. “And you’re facing our third ‘Healthy Dunking’ which, by the look of your face, is a lot stinkier than it was for the first episode. But, you’re still going into it in three… Two… ONE!”

Rita let out a brief shriek as she felt her seat drop out from under her. An instant later, she plunged into the murky greeny-brown-grey mixed slop below her. The mixed lumpy gunk  flooded her already-bulging swimsuit, stretching its seams to the point of tearing. The busty blonde singer burst back in view as a non-descript blob just as the overstretched seams burst. Rita eased down in the tank so that only her head and neck would be above the slop. Oh, my God! How did I end up like this?! I’m freaking naked!

Jade smiled for the camera as she walked back over to Jenny and Jess. The two nurses were staring wide-eyed at a screen which showed a replay of what had happened to Rita. Little did they know about the blonde singer’s state of undress. The auburn-haired singer put her arms across the shoulders of the two pretty nurses. “Well, we’ve just turned Rita Ora into a blob of disgusting slop!” she said tauntingly. “Now, the fate of these two lovely ladies is down to the votes of you at home. Your votes will decide who goes through to the next round which is, of course, the semi-finals, the loser will face two messy forfeits drawn from a hat filled with your suggestions. So, join us next time when we reveal the result of that vote and I say goodbye to this show. See you then, Goodnight!”

Jade and the two nurses waved as the credits rolled. As previously, a view of each nurse was separated by a large green panel emblazoned with a yellow “V” with their names superimposed over the respective view in orange.

While this graphic filled the screen a voice-over once again revealed how the online poll was going to be carried out. After a short while, the studio lights dimmed as the shot faded out for the at-home audience.

A/N: Well, here’s Match 3, hope you enjoy it. As before, forfeit suggestions can be submitted via either the poll below or in a comment. It all depends on how you want to do that! (Polls close 22:00 Irish/UK time tomorrow (5th of December))

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

A fanfare of the familiar Countdown music blared around the studio as Rachel beams into the TV camera. Wearing a figure hugging green, short dress and nude high heel shoes, the blonde presenter introduces the show.

“Hello and welcome everyone to our festive edition of Messy Countdown. As revealed in the preview show, we have two teams from the world of professional dancing competing against each other. One representing the current Strictly professional dancers, and the other the ex-Strictly professional dancers.”

The TV camera zooms in on each of the 6 ladies one by one, and all have a look of nervousness about them.

Rachel: “The first game will feature Oti against Kristina and we will be playing a letters game. However I think that losing the game would cause no real concern to Oti, as she is already a gungee veteran.”

A picture of a messy Oti flashed up on the large overhead TV screen.

Rachel: “Isn’t that so Oti?”

Oti looked coy as she hesitated before replying “I wouldn’t call myself a gungee veteran, I’ve only been gunged once on a Saturday morning TV programme and let me tell you, that gunge gets everywhere, and I mean everywhere!”

Rachel: “Haha! I know it does! Let’s get on with the game.”

The 33 year old took a swift about-turn and picked an assortment of vowels and consonants until 9 letters were displayed on the board.

Rachel: “You’ve seen the programme before ladies, so you’ll know that you now have 30 seconds to come up with the longest word you can make from the letters.”

TICK…TOCK…TICK…TOCK

It didn’t seem any time had elapsed at all when the music signalled that the 30 seconds was up. Rachel gleamed as she asked the contestants what they had come up with.

Oti appeared in good spirits as she proudly declared “I’ve got a 7 letter word. POKERED”

A loud defeated sigh could be heard from her opponent as she slapped her hand down on the desk in front of her.

Kristina: “I’ve got PORKED.”

With incredible speed, Rachel re-arranged the letters to spell out Kristina’s word before turning round to smile at the busty dancer.

Rachel: “I don’t really want to hear about your sexual activities! Haha!”

The audience burst out laughing as Kristina went a shade of red.

Rachel: “I can confirm that both are valid words, but with the longer word it’s Oti that wins this game and puts her team in the lead by 10 points to nil.”

The 3 current Strictly dancers jumped up and down, and hugged each other, as they celebrated the win. On the other hand, Kristina was looking a little glum as Rachel led her to the forfeit wheel. Shortly after a very reluctant spin by the Russian dancer, the wheel stopped on a segment called ‘Egg Head’.

A wicker basket full of eggs was handed to Rachel who smiled at the blonde dancer beside her “I’m sure I don’t have to explain what I’m going to do with these?”

Kristina gulps “I think the forfeit name tells me all I need to know!”

Reaching into the basket, Rachel grabbed one of the eggs, raised it above the cowering head of Kristina and splatted it against her forehead. As the busty dancer squealed, yolk and runny egg dripped down her face, off her chin and into her inviting cleavage. Rachel reaches for more eggs and cracks the next few on top of the blonde’s head to matt her hair. The final eggs were smacked on her forehead again to make her face even stickier.

Kristina wipes her eyes thinking her ordeal was over, but as she opened her eyes again, Rachel was holding a jug above her cleavage and suddenly upturned it. Kristina’s eyes widened as sloppy egg poured into the top of her revealing dancing costume, giving her tits a slimy egg bath.

Rachel: “I hope you enjoyed that Kristina!”

Kristina: “Not really”

Rachel: “Oh well, at least everyone else did.”

The leggy presenter slowly walks to the edge of the studio where a very large dunk tank is situated with five chairs suspended above it, each having a lady sitting on them. “Before we carry on, you are all probably wondering what these 5 ladies are doing seated precariously above a tank. Well, these are the first group of celebrity dancers who are special guests on the show….”

All 5 ladies are wearing dancing outfits as they nervously fidget on their respective chairs.

Rachel continues “….these 5 ladies were all on Strictly in 2013, which was the year I also competed. Unfortunately I only lasted until week 6 when I was voted off the show, and these 5 ladies lasted longer than I did, with Natalie and Susanna earning the runners-up spot, and Abbey winning the series. I still maintain that I was voted off far too early so it will be good to see one of these ladies being dunked in the tank as some small consolation for me!”

Rachel caught Fiona looking downwards to the murky grey-green gunge that filled the tank.

Rachel: “Like what you see Fiona?”

Fiona: “Not really. It looks truly disgusting!”

Rachel: “The good news is that only one of you will be swimming in the gunk, and we have been asking viewers at home which lady they want to SAVE from being dunked. I can announce the first person that has been saved, and it is…….Natalie!”

A smile appeared across the ex-Coronation Street stars face as she realised she was going to stay clean.

Rachel: “The next person to be saved is…….Fiona!”

Fiona: “Thank god for that”

Rachel: “Natalie and Fiona, you may get down from your chairs and return to your dressing rooms. Susanna, Sophie and Abbey – you must remain where you are and I will reveal who is going into the slop later in the show.”

The remaining 3 celebrity dancers became more jittery as their odds of getting mucky had increased from 1 in 5, to 1 in 3. To make it worse, they were going to have to wait further to find out their fates.

Rachel walked back to the Countdown rack and announced that the second game would be a Numbers game and would see Amy face Ola.

The numbers were selected and the target that had to be achieved was 779.

The 30 second timer started and both Amy and Ola could be seen scribbling away on their pads. When the music played to end the game, Rachel looked expectantly at Amy.

Amy: “I think I’ve got it!”

Rachel: “Ok, and how about you Ola?”

Ola: “I‘ve completely messed this up, and I haven’t got anywhere near the target.”

Rachel: “Oh dear, that’s unfortunate”

Ola: “I’m terrible at maths. Can I not do the word game instead?”

Rachel: “You’ll have to discuss and agree that with your team members. Nothing to do with me! Now Amy, tell me how you got to 779.”

The 28 year old dancer went through her calculations with her sexy welsh accent, and proved that she had achieved the target number.

Rachel: “Well done Amy, that’s 10 points that you have secured for your team, and means you don’t have to spin the forfeit wheel, and Ola will get the pleasure instead.”

Ola frowns at the presenter “Are you sure it’s a pleasure?”

Rachel laughs as she motions for Ola to spin the wheel. After a couple of revolutions, the forfeit titled ‘Christmas Surprise’ was selected.

Rachel: “Oh goody! For this forfeit you need to go and change into a more appropriate costume. If you can just go backstage, where you will be given a new outfit to wear.”

Ola trudged off, and Rachel took the opportunity to walk back over to the dunk tank. Three nervous ladies stared at her as she spoke.

Rachel: “While we wait for Ola, I can announce the third lady to be saved from the slop. It’s……Sophie!”

Sophie sighs an audible breath of relief as she climbs down from her chair. Back on terra firma she joyously punches the air as she walks off the stage.

Rachel: “…and now we are down to two! We’ll find out who the unlucky lady will be at the end of the show”

The 33 year old made the short walk back to join the contestants and was just in time as Ola re-appeared. She was greeted by wolf whistles from a few members of the audience, as she sexily strode over to where Rachel was. She had swapped her gold dancing costume with a very cute outfit comprising a pink Santa’s hat, pink bra, pink skirt with fluffy white trim, and pink high heel shoes.

Rachel: “Oh look who it is, it’s sexy santa!”

With her hands on her hips, the Polish blonde nonchalantly tapped her foot on the floor as if to say to Rachel, ‘get on with it’

Rachel: “Ok, so to complete your forfeit we have a Christmas themed bath for you.”

A couple of stagehands wheeled on a bath and parked it next to the voluptuous dancer. She took the opportunity to peer inside to find that it was full to the brim with creamy brandy sauce and wrinkled her nose up in disgust. She glanced over to Rachel who gently nodded as if to say ‘yes, you are going in there’.

Gingerly, Ola stepped into the bath. She was expecting it to be cold, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it was warm. Lowering herself slowly into the bath, she sat down and gasped as the brandy sauce flowed into her knickers.

Rachel: “How does that feel Ola?”

Ola: “Very sloppy!”

Rachel: “Tell me, do you like Brussel sprouts?”

Ola: “Errr, not really, it’s one of my least favourite vegetables”

Rachel: “Oh that’s a shame, because you are not going to like this.”

With a quick action, the blonde mathematician picked up a bucket and upturned it over the currently clean head of Ola, who let out a high pitched squeal as purified Brussel sprouts rained over her, giving her blonde locks a sludgy green coating.

Ola: “That feels and smells disgusting. Yuck!”

Rachel pinches her nose with her fingers “It does pong a bit! Rather you than me, haha!”

Slowly, Ola climbed out of the bath and the sauce soaked and Brussel sprout topped dancer rejoined her team members.

Rachel: “After 2 rounds, the scores on the doors are Current Strictly 20 Ex-Strictly 0. Looking good for Current Strictly so far.” Rachel pauses for a moment before carrying on “I wonder how our celebrity dancers are getting on?”

With a skip in her step, Rachel walked over to the dunk tank to find Susanna and Abbey still in their chairs waiting to find out their fate.

Rachel: “Hello again ladies. We have got to the moment of truth. Will it be the 48 year old newsreader or the 33 year old model taking the plunge?”

Susanna: “Thanks for mentioning my age”

Rachel: “No problem. Haha! In what was a very close vote between you both, I can reveal that the final person that the viewers want to save is……..Abbey!”

Abbey thrusts her hands in the air as she celebrates whilst Susanna has her head in her hands as she contemplates what is about to happen. Rachel points to the newsreader.

Rachel: “Unlucky Susanna, but you are the lady that viewers want to see dunked most. Are you ready?”

Susanna gripped her seat tightly and braced herself, whilst she silently shook her head in response to Rachel’s question. The lever at the side of the tank was pulled and the newsreaders chair tipped forward, sending the brunette flailing into the air before abruptly splashing into the gunk below. A few seconds later a green-grey mucky blob emerged from the under the surface and seemingly muttering under her breath.

Rachel: “Hope you enjoyed your dunking Susanna!”

Rachel didn’t wait for a response as she turned to face the camera “That was fun! We are about to go to an advert break so I had better announce who our next group of celebrity dancers are. They are all from the current series of Strictly. Sports presenter Alex Jones, Soap actresses Emma Barton and Catherine Tyldesley, Youtuber Saffron Barker and socialite Emma Weymouth.”

You the viewers get the chance to choose who you want to SAVE from a messy experience (you can save up to 4 ladies). The lady with the least amount of votes will be getting messy when we return after some messages from our sponsors…”

Authors Note: The next two games will be contested as below, and will feature in part 2 of the story. Vote for who you would like to see lose each match.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Rachel: “Time to play our third match and it’s a letters game between Dianne and Flavia.”

Nine letters were chosen from the vowel and consonant letter piles, and Rachel started the clock. The contestants had their heads down as they attempted to create words.

Rachel: “What do you have Flavia?”

Flavia: “I’ve got a risky 7 letter word. It’s something I’ve heard of, but it might be slang and not be in the dictionary.”

Rachel: “Go on then, let us have it”

Dianne: “It’s COJONES”

Reaching for a dictionary, Rachel flicked through until she found the ‘C’ section “Ah, it is in here. Apparently it’s a vulgar Spanish word referring to a man’s testicles.”

The presenter looked up from the book in her hand and smiled at the short haired dancer “Trust you to pick a word like that!”

With Flavia’s cheeks turning a shade of red, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

Rachel: “Can you tell us your word Dianne?”

Dianne: “Err, I’ve only got a 4 letter word – SNOG. Does that mean I’ve lost?”

Rachel: “I’m afraid so! Flavia wins 10 points for her team and reduces the lead for Current Strictly to 20 points to 10. Dianne, you know what this means?”

The flame haired dancer trudged over to the wheel and gave it a spin. All eyes watched the wheel slow down and settle on a segment titled ‘Creamy Bikini’.

Rachel: “This is another forfeit which requires a change of clothing, so Dianne if you can go backstage and change please, we’ll see you back in a couple minutes.”

As Dianne walks off, the leggy blonde presenter slowly walks to the edge of the studio where a very large dunk tank is situated with five chairs suspended above it, each having a lady sitting on them. “It’s about time to meet who we have sitting precariously above the dunk tank. These are the second group of celebrity dancers who are special guests on the show….”

All 5 ladies are wearing dancing outfits as they nervously fidget on their respective chairs. Rachel continues “….these 5 ladies are the current Strictly celebrity dancers, and you the viewers have been voting to see which 4 ladies will be saved from being dunked into the mucky slime.”

Saffron giggles and playfully kicks her legs.

Rachel: “You don’t seem to be too bothered about being up there Saffron. Do you enjoy getting messy?”

Saffron: “I wouldn’t say that exactly, but I do like to try new things.”

Rachel: “That’s very interesting! Anyway, I can confirm the first two ladies to be saved from the slop have the same first name. Yes, the viewers have saved both Emma’s, so you can both step down”

The Emma’s smiled and once they were stood back on the studio floor they hugged each other before walking off the stage.

Rachel starts to walk back to the Countdown rack and speaks as she does so “We’ll rejoin the remaining celebs a little later on in the show”

Dianne has returned and appears from the side wearing a long brown coat and high heel shoes. As she approaches Rachel, she opens up her coat to reveal she is wearing a black and white patterned bikini.

Rachel: “Very nice Dianne, but you need to lose the coat completely please”

To lots of wolf whistles from the audience, the Australian dancer threw her coat to the floor and posed seductively to the camera.

Rachel: “Ok, enough showing off, let’s get to the fun part of your forfeit”

Dianne’s face dropped, as Rachel produced a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back before picking up a tub filled with thick double cream. Using her forefinger, she opened up the the top of Dianne’s bikini bra and poured some of the cream in. The redhead gasped as the cold cream smothered her left breast. Rachel did the same to her right breast, filling her bra completely, causing creamy streams to drip down her tummy. The rest of the cream was poured into the front of Dianne’s bikini briefs. More gasps ensued as she felt the cold cream in her most sensitive areas.

As Dianne was coming to terms with her cream filling, she failed to notice that Rachel had picked up another tub of double cream and promptly upended it over the dancers head. Lashings of cream streamed over her hair and face, dripping off her chin. Dianne’s first instinct was to use her hands to wipe the creamy mess from her face, but her handcuffs prevented her from doing that, so she just had to stand there and take her messy punishment. All she could think of was her hairstyle getting ruined by the lashings of cream.

Rachel declared the forfeit over and told Dianne to rejoin her teammates.

Dianne: “Hey, are you not going to take these handcuffs off?”

Rachel giggled “No, I think it would be much more fun if you kept them on.”

Rachel: “Time now for our second and final numbers match, and this is between Oti and Ola.”

Ola: “Can I not do a letters game, as I’ve already said that I’m not very good with numbers?”

Rachel: “Too late now Ola, you have been picked to play this game so hard cheese.”

The mathematician selected 6 numbers from the grid and placed them onto the rack before hitting the random number generator to get 425. The timer was started and both ladies went about trying to get to the chosen number.

30 seconds later, Rachel asked the duo how they had gotten on.

Ola: “Awful! I told you I was no good at this”

Rachel laughed before turning to Oti.

Oti: “I reckon I’ve got 420.”

Oti proceeded to explain how she arrived at her number, which was verified by Rachel and she was confirmed the winner.

Rachel: “Congratulations Oti, and commiserations Ola, as this means you get to do another forfeit. Lucky you!”

Ola strode over to the forfeit wheel and responded “Yeah right!”

The wheel was spun and eventually it landed on a segment titled “Lingerie Pies”

Rachel: “Ok then Ola, this means another change of clothes for you and if you are quick you can also grab a shower so you can get rid of the brandy sauce and that Brussel sprouts purée  that you are covered in.”

As Ola strutts off, Rachel places her outstretched palm to the side of her mouth and shouts to the 3 ladies at the other end of the studio “I can’t be bothered to walk over, so how are you guys doing over there?”

Alex: “I’ve had better days! Being sat over a dunk tank full of gunge is not really good for my nerves.”

Catherine: “Yeah I agree. The gunge looks particularly disgusting”

Saffron “If it’s going to be me then fine. It actually might be fun as I am wondering what it would feel like being gunged.”

Rachel: “Hey Alex and Catherine, are you happy for me to dunk Saffron right now and let you both go scot free?”

The duo responded in unison “YES!!!”

Rachel: “Haha, I bet you would like that. Unfortunately we can’t as we need to abide by the viewers vote. I can announce that the third person to be saved by the public is……..Alex!”

The sports presenter cheered as she stepped down from her chair and ran off the studio floor, as she couldn’t wait to put as much distance between her and the dunk tank.

Rachel: “That means it’s between Saffron and Catherine for who gets dropped into the slop. We’ll come back to you towards the end of the show, as I can see Ola is ready for her forfeit.

The blonde dancer walked sexily back on, now wearing black lingerie consisting of basque, suspenders, knickers, stockings and high heel shoes.

More wolf whistles echoed from the audience as Rachel motioned for Ola to stand in front of a strippers pole, and another pair of handcuffs came out – this time to cuff Ola’s hands behind the pole to leave her helpless. A trolley was wheeled on, which was laden with creamy custard pies. As Ola glanced at the trolley, she let out a big sigh as she knew that she would be wearing those pies very soon.

She wasn’t disappointed as the first was slapped on top of her head, sending custard and cream splashes down her hair and face. The second and third pies were unceremoniously pushed into her breasts, while a fourth went on her crotch. The three final pies were delivered in quick succession to her face, to leave her in a very custard and creamy state.

Rachel released Ola from her handcuffs and allowed her to return to her teammates.

Rachel sauntered back over to the dunk tank, where Saffron and Catherine were still on their seats “We have got to the moment of truth. Which lady is going to get very messy? The viewers have voted and the lady they would like to save from the muck is……..SAFFRON.”

Catherine was despondent and shook her head, whilst Saffron looked a little sad as well. Suddenly, Catherine’s chair violently tipped forwards sending the squealing actress into the tank. She landed with an almighty splash and delved right under. Spluttering, she re-appeared as a grey-green gungey figure, feeling her mucky hair with her hands and looking very disgusted.

Rachel cocked her head to one side as she smiled at the remaining lady on the chair “Do you want to go in as well?”

The response was a cheeky nod of her head, and the YouTube star’s chair jolted forwards and sent her to join Catherine in the tank. Both ladies were completely covered in the sloppy slime. One was definitely happier than the other!

Rachel: “Ok then, the scores on the doors are Current Strictly 30 Ex-Strictly 10. With 2 games remaining including the Conundrum which is worth 25 points to the winner, both teams are still in a position to win overall. Although Ex-Strictly would need to win both of the last 2 games, and Current Strictly just need 1.”

Authors Note: The final 2 games will feature in Part 3 of the story. Vote for who you would like to lose each match.

Rachel faces the camera and clenched her hands in excitement “I am really looking forward to our next set of celebrity guests who we will see after the advert break. They are a mix of Strictly and Countdown presenters: Tess Daly, Claudia Winkelman, Zoe Ball, Carol Vorderman and Susie Dent. The polls are now open for who you want to SAVE from a messy experience.”

Rachel puts her hands together as if in prayer before continuing “….after what Carol put me through in the final episode of Series 2, I know exactly who I won’t be voting for and I implore you to do the same!”

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Battle of the Athletes! Now here is your host, Molly McGrath!

Molly McGrath made her way out

Molly: Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, it is a battle between two sportd reporters. Lets welcome our competitors! First, representing Team 1, its Jenny Dell!”

Jenny came out wearing a blue dress.

Molly: Next, representing Team 2, its Jamie Erdahl!”

Jamie came out wearing a black dress.

Molly: “So, here’s how it works as always. If the Patriots lose, Jamie gets slimed, and if the Texans lose, Jenny gets slimed. And what method are we using this week?”

Announcer: “This week, the loser will sit in between some cameras, just like they always do. But this time, its different. See, these camera’s shoot some of our signature green slime. And as always, there are stipulations. If the game goes to overtime, the loser strips. If there is a safety, both competitors strip. And if there is a tie, both competitiors get slimed, and so does Molly!”

Molly: “So I just gotta hope for a winner! And let the games begin!”

1ST QUARTER

Patriots go up 3-0

Texans go up 7-3

2ND QUARTER

Texans go up 14-3

HALFTIME

Molly: Well Jenny things are lokking go for you. Jamie, well, you better hope for a comeback.

Jamie: “I have a good feeling about this. New England is gonna come back, I know it.”

Jenny: “Oh, such wishful thinking.”

3RD QUARTER

Texans go up 21-3

Patriots make it 21-9

4TH QUARTER

Texans go up 28-9

Patriots make it 28-22, but time runs out.

FINAL SCORE- TEXANS 28 PATRIOTS 22

Announcer: “Well Jamie, you know whats next!”

There was a chair positioned in between four television camera’s. Jamie reluctantly sat in between the four camera’s.

Molly: “Jenny, you may do the honors.”

Jenny pulled the lever on the stage, sending slime spewung forth from all of the camera’s. The slime shot forward onto Jamie’s head and eventually her upper body. Her head and hair were competely covered, leaving Jamie virtually unrecognizable.

The slime continued, until finally it ceased, but never before leaving Jamie a slimy mess. Her entire upper body, including her head, was soaked with layers of green slime. Jamie blinked, and then slowly moved her fingers down her face, removing some of the slime.

Molly: “Well, that is the penalty for the loser! Jamie, how does defeat feel.”

Jamie: “Lets just say, I wish that I had won.”

Molly: “I think thats clear. Now what do we have to look forward to next week?”

Announcer: “Next week, on Battle of the Athletes, it will be Hilary Knight of Team 1 vs Amanda Kessel of Team 2. Hilary will be rooting for the Seahawks and Amanda will be rooting for the Rams. After tonight, Team 2 is up 4-3, so Team 1 is still needing to win.”

Molly: “Well there you have it. Join us next week!”

Natalie welcomed the viewers back from yet another advert break, this time predominately featuring adverts for charity organisations around the world.

She smiled to the camera as she did so, whilst explaining about how impressed she and all the other guests had been with the viewers for the generous amount they had donated, she turned on the spot to face another camera showing off more of her still naked body.

This camera revealed that Emilia was still in her skimpy underwear and covered in slop, not only this but she was also immobilised in the wooden stockade something she was finding uncomfortable.

“How are you feeling Emilia?” Natalie asked enjoying the chance of revenge.

“Oh yeah, top of the world” Emilia sarcastically replied, although she did smile afterwards proving she wasn’t hating it too much having already seen her co-star trashed and knowing it was for a good cause.

 Out of vision of Emilia, Natalie had picked up two more cream pies and she slowly pushed the first one into the brunettes facing smearing it around to ensure that Emilia was unable to see once again as the creamy innards dripped off her face.

With the second pie Natalie walked around to rear of her former co-star and with a quick hard hit smashed the pie into Emilia’s bum causing her to yelp out in surprise as the custard exploded off her bum cheeks and splattered along the arch of her back.

The audience cheered at the surprise extra pieing of the helpless Emilia, although they knew more was in store for Hayley who was still off stage getting cleaned up from her earlier trashing.

Natalie walked over towards Nikki who was standing once more next to the large scoreboard, the two women briefly hugged and joked about how things had turned around with Nikki and Natalie getting the first mess on the show.

Eventually Nikki pulled the lever to update the donation total, and both women turned around showing off their arses to the camera as they watched the number tick over, finally stopping on £8,756,358 which Nikki read out enthusiastically.

Natalie once again thanked the viewers for their donations before announcing that Hayley was of course coming back out onto the stage for a final messing, a slightly damp but clean Hayley McQueen walked out onto the stage now wearing a tight navy-blue dress and leather print high heels.

She looked resigned to her fate knowing that she had just cleaned up but it wasn’t going to last long, the former host smiled to the audience who chanted her name, Natalie though interrupted them to announce that it wouldn’t be just Hayley getting messy.

She spoke to Nikki directly who initially looked concerned she’d be joining Hayley however she relaxed as Natalie explained what she wanted Nikki to do.

“Nikki, why don’t you walk around the audience and pick us out a lovely guest who will be joining Hayley”

Nikki walked up the steps and started walking up and down rows, she paused next to various different people teasing them as the crowd “ooohed” and clapped as she did so until finally, she stopped and selected a brunette lady.

She put out her hand and the and the brunette looked to the right at the man she was sat with who couldn’t stop grinning she shrugged her shoulders and allowed Nikki to lead her back down the steps and onto the main stage area.

Once she was alongside Natalie the brunette nervously smiled at the audience as she was asked her name, age and what she did as a job.

The brunette was wearing some black high heels, along with a charcoal grey short tight skirt and a bronze business top tucked into the skirt, she explained that her name was Melissa she was 28 years old and worked in the accounts department for a company nobody had heard of.

She asked how she felt about getting messy by Natalie.

Melissa responded by saying she had enjoyed seeing Natalie, Emilia and Hayley getting messed previously but wasn’t looking forward to doing it herself, although she was glad to have the blonde presenter alongside her.

Natalie however said there was a second vote to see what outfit the ‘volunteers’ would be wearing and as she read them out both Melissa and Hayley winced a little hoping they would get to stay clothed for the messing.

Unfortunately for them Natalie gleefully read out that the donators had by a long way selected ‘Naked’ as their preferred choice. Hayley groaned as this was read out whereas Melissa who looked a little shocked didn’t say anything.

Natalie instructed Hayley to strip out of her dress and the curvy blonde slowly reached around to unzip her dress from behind, she slipped out of it revealing her red thong and bra, before she unclasped the bra and flung it across the stage area.

Her large breasts now were on show for all to see and Nikki couldn’t help but look and appreciate them, as Hayley put her fingers under the thong and slowly shimmied it down her legs stepping out of it leaving her in only her high heels which Natalie had let her keep on.

Natalie turned to Melissa and asked her if she would be okay with getting naked, whilst Hayley had it in her contract the audience members did not, Melissa shrugged and said if my boyfriend is okay with it I’ll do it.

The focus turned the man who had been laughing as Melissa was selected by Nikki and he enthusiastically put his thumb up to suggest he was fine with his girlfriend stripping off, she grinned back at him.

Believing she had made a big step in revealing her exhibitionist side to him, unbeknownst to him and the rest of the audience she had not been picked at random and was on old friend of Nikki’s who had she discussed her wishes with.

The sexy brunette untucked her top and lifted it up over her head, revealing a yellow lace bra, after this she removed her skirt and then the matching thong, finally she took off her bra and allowed her naked body to be examined by the audience who were now wolf whistling in appreciation.

Melissa seemed to be growing in confidence as the minutes wore on and she performed a pirouette on the stage showing off her figure before she and Hayley were shepherded into the gungetank.

They were allowed to pick which side of the tank they wanted to sit on with Hayley choosing the right side and Melissa picking the left, the tank had been cleaned out with water in the advert break and so was only a bit wet for the two naked women to sit in.

After what felt like an excruciating wait for Melisa a klaxon finally sounded, however the tube located above her head didn’t react, instead yellow gunge flowed out of the one above Hayley’s head.

The blonde presenter lifted her head and allowed the gunge to flow over and coat her face and body, she was pleasantly surprised by how warm and therefore nice the gunge felt this time around, the yellow gunge flow slowed down and this was followed by a green jet located on the floor and that sprayed right up hitting Hayley in the crotch and causing her to jump a little.

After this more gunge now coloured blue poured down onto her head and the thick gunge cascaded down flowing over her curves as Melissa looked on waiting her turn.

Hayley seemed much more relaxed as the texture of the gunge felt nice especially when compared with the mess she had received in the previous segment of the show.

Eventually the tube above Melisa sprang to life, the naked brunette expected a yellow of gunge to come out and looked up, however unfortunately for her she had sat on the wrong side and instead a torrent of baked beans and spaghetti rained down onto her.

She took a direct hit in the face and had a mouthful of beans before she was able to react and close her mouth the beans left an orangey stain all over her face and then hair as they continued to plop down.

The audience roared with a mix of approval and laugher at seeing Melissa getting surprised and destroyed, Hayley looked over and was even more grateful to have picked her seat as the warm relaxing gunge continued to shower over her naked body.

Melissa felt the flow of beans slow down and assumed the onslaught was finishing however this was followed up by various soups such tomato, mushroom and chicken which splattered down onto her head chunks of food clung to her exposed skin and areas like her breasts.

The helpless brunette could only sit and allow the slop to cover her completely, the smell was intense and she could be seen screwing up her face in disgust, not that it helped as jets of mustard and ketchup started to squirt at her form the front and back of the tank ensuring that the mustard splashed off her tits and down into her crotch whilst the mustard covered her back.

Melissa could feel the eyes of the audience on her, and whilst she didn’t like the feel of the disgusting slop that now covered her naked body, she was enjoying the experience of having loads of people see her exposed body, her boyfriend was similarly appreciating the spectacle.

After a further torrent of savoury muck cascaded over Melissa in contrast with the pleasant gunge that kept Hayley warm inside the tank the two tubes finally ran out of mess and the door to the gungetank was opened

Once outside both ladies were invited to step out of the tank and to perform twirl for the audience, which they did with Melissa scrunching her nose as she couldn’t avoid smelling the disgusting slop that coated her body once again.

Finally, Natalie thanked the audience and the viewers at home for all the donations and thanked everyone for taking part, not forgetting to include herself before they headed off to the showers with the exception of Rose who had successfully remained clean throughout and made a hasty dash for the exit.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

(This story contains nudity)

The show returns from the latest advert break, and Rachel announces the penultimate game will be a letters game and will be contested by Kristina and the bikini-clad Dianne.

Rachel wished them good luck as she finished selecting the letters and putting them on the rack, and gave the ladies 30 seconds to come up with the longest word they could.

As the dancers were busy putting their brains to work, Rachel waltzed over to the dunk tank where the latest set of celebrities were precariously sat on chairs above some murky looking gunge.

Rachel: “Hello everyone and welcome to the show!”

The presenters attention turned to the lady dressed in bright red “…and I’m particularly glad to see you here…”

Carol stared back at her Countdown successor “You’re not still miffed at what happened to you on last seasons final show?”

Rachel rubbed her chin with her hand “Hmmm, let me have a think about that. Was I miffed at being handcuffed, stripped, wedgied, and covered in all sorts of slop and mess, by you! I think you know the answer to your question. I so hope that you are the one going into that gunk.”

Nonchalantly, Carol shrugged her shoulders. Realising that the countdown timer was about to go, Rachel quickly made her way back to the other side of the studio. Dianne and Kristina had put down their pens, and they were each asked to declare the words they had formulated.

Dianne: “I’m quite pleased with mine. I have EMPIRE”

Rachel: “Not bad, how about you Kristina”

The blonde dancer was smiling as she replied “PRIMEVAL”

Dianne: “Hey that’s not allowed. That’s a name of a television series isn’t it?”

Rachel wasn’t sure if that word was acceptable and hollered over to Susie, who was still sat on one of the seats over the dunk tank “Hey Suse, can she have PRIMEVAL?”

Susie: “Yes she can. It is the name of a TV series, but it is also a word that describes a forest that has attained great age. It is also the name given by biblical scholars to the first eleven chapters of the Book of Genesis, and it has another meaning…..”

The wordsmith was cut short by a yawning Rachel “Sorry Suse, we don’t have time for one of your dictionary lessons. A ‘yes’ or ‘no’ was all that I was after!”

Turning to the audience, Rachel waved her arms “Shall we dunk Susie for boring us all to tears?”

A resounding ‘YES’ was the response which made Rachel laugh “Haha, I don’t think I can that be mean to our Suse…..YET!”

Turning to Kristina, Rachel declared her the winner.

Rachel: “Unfortunately this means another forfeit for you Dianne. By the way, how are you getting on with all that cream in your bikini from your previous forfeit.”

Dianne: “It’s very uncomfortable, and I think the coldness has made my nipples erect!”

Rachel: “Really! I wonder if we will get to see those later on in the show!” The presenter winks to the camera.

The red haired dancer is shown to the Forfeit Wheel and gives it a hefty spin. With all eyes watching, the wheel slows until it stops on a segment titled ‘Waterworks’

The 30 year old is shown to an enclosed rectangular glass booth, ushered inside and the door closed. With Dianne wondering what was about to happen, a loud gurgling noise could be heard. She naturally looked to where the noise was coming from and looked directly above her, only to be met with a gush of water in her face. The water continued to rain down on her, flowing all over her bikini body and started to fill the booth up at the bottom. Dianne got a really good soaking and the flow didn’t stop until the water level was at her waist.

Dianne : “Is that it? Can I get out now?”

Rachel: “Not so fast Dianne. When waterworks are being done, then there’s usually more mess than just water!”

Dianne uttered “Uh-oh” as she heard more sounds above her head and made the same mistake as last time and looked upwards. This time, her face was deluged with dirt and soil. She spluttered as some went in her mouth, as the dirt and soil continued to fall over her. As it landed it started to inevitably mix with the water until it became a wet muddy slosh. The dirt downpour ended when the mud level was just below her head. The expression on the Australian’s face was a sight to see, as she scrumpled up her muddy face in disgust at the position she was now in.

Rachel took great care when opening the door of the booth and quickly jumped backwards as the muddy slosh poured out onto the studio floor, to leave the mud soaked 30 year old standing inside. Gingerly, the dancer steps out, wipes herself down and rejoins her teammates.

With a skip in her step, Rachel returns to the dunk tank with the five nervous ladies sitting on top.

Rachel: “I am going to put two of you out of your misery, as the first two ladies that the viewers want to save are……Zoe and Claudia”

The Strictly presenting duo let out a huge sigh of relief as they step off their respective chairs and gleefully make their way back to the dressing rooms.

As Rachel walked back she shouted over her shoulder at the remaking three ladies “As Arnold Schwarzenegger says, I’ll be back!”

Upon returning to the Countdown rack, the mathematician faced the camera “With Ex Strictly winning the last round, it makes the scores Current Strictly 30 Ex Strictly 20. As there is one final round to play and with 25 points up for grabs, the result of the whole show will be decided by whichever team wins the final round. Playing the Conundrum, we have Amy against Flavia.”

Both ladies appeared decidedly nervous, knowing that their teams fate is in their hands. With their hands hovering over their respective buzzers, the Conundrum is revealed and they are told the first lady to buzz in with the correct nine letter word will win.

TICK…TOCK…TICK…TOCK…

Flavia buzzes and blurts out “Is it UNRELIANT?”

Rachel: “Yes that is correct. Well done Flavia, that means 25 points for your team which makes Ex Strictly the winners.”

Flavia, Ola and Kristina hug each other and start jumping around as they celebrate their win. On the other hand Amy, Oti and Dianne glumly hang their heads in defeat.

Rachel: “Before we get to the losers forfeit, we have the small matter of a forfeit for Amy for losing her round.”

The welsh dancer was escorted to the wheel which she duly spun. ‘Find the tomato’ was the forfeit selected.

A nervous Amy watched as three large bowls were brought on and placed next to each other on a table.

Rachel: “Let me explain what you have got to do. In one of these bowls is a tomato. All you need to do is find the tomato, but you can only use your mouth”

With a sigh of relief, the 28 year old thought to herself that she had picked a relatively easy forfeit. That was until she peered into the bowls to see what was inside, as Rachel confirmed.

Rachel: “I forgot to say that the bowls are filled to the brim with something sloppy. The first had custard, the second has mushy peas, and the third has chocolate sauce.”

The dancer was prompted to make a start and she drew a big breath before plunging her head into the first bowl. After a few seconds, a custard coated head appeared, but no tomato. Onto the second bowl and the same result apart from Amy’s hair and head had gone a mucky green colour. Any gulped as she stuck her head into the chocolate sauce in the third bowl and after rummaging around she was still unable to locate the tomato. As she drew her head out, her long hair was now smothered in chocolate and she had chocolate streaming from her face and dripping onto her upper body.

Amy looked in Rachel’s direction as if to say ‘what happens now’. It was then that Rachel showed Amy what she was holding behind her back – it was a juicy red tomato.

Rachel: “Sorry Amy, I think I forgot to put this into one of the bowls. Haha!”

As Amy tutted and rejoined her Current Strictly team, Rachel once again made her way over to the dunk tank.

Rachel: “Where were we? Oh yes I remember now, we are going to dunk Carol (ahem) I mean we are going to dunk the lady that the viewers want to save the least.”

The blonde is handed the final vote results on a piece of paper and immediately her expression changes for the worst. “Regrettably, I can announce that the 2 ladies the viewers wanted to save are……Susie and Carol!”

Both ladies let out a loud cheer, especially Carol, as they stepped off their seats. As they walked off the stage, Carol couldn’t help but shout out to Rachel “Better luck next time, you blonde bimbo! Haha!”

Rachel looks fed up as she continues “Which means it’s Tess that will be getting dunked. Have a good trip!”

As the seat tipped forward, a squealing Tess toppled into the slop and delved underneath, before re-appearing, but now an unrecognisable gunky blob.

Tess: “Look at the state of me! How many washes is it going to take to get all this gunge out of my hair!”

Rachel giggles “It will be a few! I can tell you that from experience”

Rachel turns to face the camera “It’s now time for the losing team to receive their losers forfeit.”

Dianne, Amy and a still clean Oti all walk to the centre of the studio.

Rachel: “Nervous ladies?”

Oti: “I saw what happened to the Saturdays in the previous episode, so I am very nervous!”

Amy: “I’ve got to do the Strictly semi-final dances on Saturday so I’m hoping it’s not going to be too humiliating”

Dianne: “I don’t really care! I’ve been messed up twice already, so bring it on”

Rachel: “A difference of opinion it seems! I can tell you that your forfeit will be to spend some time in our Gunge Prison”

The trio were led to a structure which had metal bars all around that served as walls. A door was at the front and it was opened and the dancers stepped inside. The jail was rectangular and had just about enough room for the ladies to stand side by side.

Rachel seemed to be beside herself with joy as she explained what the forfeit entailed “As the title of the forfeit suggests, you are going to get very gungey, and members of the studio audience will be invited onto the stage to throw buckets of gunge all over you. There are two rules that need to be adhered to. I’ll tell you the first one now, and the second a little later on. The first rule is that prisoners are allowed no clothes, but they are allowed to wear high heel shoes.”

Gasps from the dancers could be heard as they realised they would be stripping on national TV.

Rachel prompted them “Come on then, get your kits off. We don’t have all day!”

The ladies started to strip. Dianne was first to bare all, as she had the least to take off as she was wearing just a bikini. The other two soon joined her in their birthday suits as all three clutched their tits and muffs with hands and arms to protect their modesty.  An eager line had rapidly formed in front of the jail and each audience member given a bucket. On the count of 3, the gunging began with the audience loving being able to have take part in getting the losers messy. The 3 dancers squealed as they were gradually coated with more and more gunge. After 100 buckets had been thrown, the trio were left in a completely gunged state with the camera doing lots of close-ups.

Rachel: “Hope you enjoyed your visit to our prison ladies. Let me tell you about the second rule – you will be all be released on parole now, but you will need to return at the start of the next episode where you will be gunged again. Haha! Bet you didn’t expect that!”

Oti: “You mean we have to go through all this again?”

Rachel: “Correct!”

Amy: “Seriously, that can’t happen?”

Dianne: “Yeah, I’ve got much better things to do , than being naked and doused in gunge”

Rachel: “It’s up to you ladies. If you keep complaining then we’ll extend the parole to the show after next, and you can appear on that one as well!”

Not surprisingly, the dancers stopped complaining.

Rachel: “As its a festive special, I understand I have a Christmas Cracker to pull. I’m not really sure what’s going to happen as I’ve not been told, but here goes!”

The end of a long red cracker is handed to Rachel by a stagehand and she pulls until the cracker snaps into half. An envelope and a plastic ball drop out of the middle and land on the floor.

Quizzically, Rachel picks up the ball first and wonders what it is for. She then takes the envelope and starts to open it. In her mind, she is thinking that this might be a set-up and she may be on the end of some kind of messing.

With a heavy sigh and a wry smile and fearing the worst, she reads aloud what is on the piece of paper that is in the envelope “Rachel, we are going to give you a chance to grant you your Christmas wish. You will have one go at hitting the dunk tank target with the ball, and if you succeed, you will drop a certain lady into the gungey slop.”

The blonde turned to where the dunk tank was, but could see a curtain had been placed in front of it, preventing anyone getting a view. Walking over to the dunk tank with plastic ball in hand, the curtain was lowered to reveal a naked Carol Vorderman sitting on the middle seat above the tank.

Rachel shouts “YES!!!!”

Meanwhile, Carol looks forlornly on, as she has her legs crossed and her hands holding her tits, to protect her modesty.

Rachel gets into a throwing position “Please let me hit the target”

The ball is thrown and thuds against the circular target. Carol opens her mouth in shock, just before the chair mechanism gives way and tips her into the waiting gunk below.

Rachel was delirious with happiness as she jumped up and down, pleased with her throwing accuracy, but more pleased at dunking her naked predecessor.

As Carol emerges from the depths of the tank, covered in slime, a joyous Rachel faces the camera “Thanks for tuning in for what has turned out to be a very enjoyable show, with a fantastic Christmas present for me at the end. Bye for now.”

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature.

An auburn-haired woman strolled down the street towards the television station’s studios for what she presumed would be the last time for her. Behind her, she wheeled a small suitcase, containing what she intended to wear for that night’s programme. Walking through the studio’s entrance lobby, she waved at the smiling and rather pretty receptionist, who was working at the studio as a weekend job while going through college. The college girl/receptionist greeted her cheerily before directing the singer-turned-presenter to the familiar presenter’s changing room.

Then, after she had stepped into the room and dropped her bag on the floor, she fished her phone out of a jeans pocket and looked up her ‘Whatsapp’ messages. She found numerous messages of support from her bandmates. She then changed into the skin-baring outfit she’d picked out for that night’s show and, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot left on the coffee table in the middle of the room, settled down on a couch with a magazine to wait for when the show would begin. After a few minutes, just as she finished a second cup of coffee, a stage-hand knocked on the door to guide her onto the stage.

Presently, jaunty jazz filled the air as the studio lights gradually came to life. The audience broke out in applause and cheers as the brightening lights revealed the familiar logo on the rear wall. Various pieces of the show’s apparatus loomed out of the reduced gloom.

The auburn-haired host was revealed in the centre of the stage. She was clad-in a long-sleeved green leotard with faux-chainmail down the sleeves over a pair of fish-net tights while her lower legs were encased in a pair of thigh-high boots. She grinned to the audience and cameras. “Hello! Welcome to the third results show of ‘Immerse the Nurse’! I am Jade Thirlwall,” she announced. “Over the last twenty-four hours, two lovely nurses put their fate in your hands. The winner takes a step forward to possibly going back to work after bringing in half a million pounds in extra funding for the hospital. The loser, however, will head home with only five hundred quid and a covering of gunge. Our loser will have to face two forfeits, which they will select from the multitude in this hat.” The auburn singer pointed towards the glittery purple top hat sitting on a pedestal.

Jade then grinned at the camera. “Now, let’s meet our two contestants again!” she laughed. “Jenny, Jess, come on out, please!”

Two nurses in white tunics stepped into view from behind a piece of stage dressing, they were a blonde with a red belt and a brunette wearing a white-belted tunic. They both smiled for the cameras as they waved shyly at the audience. Their stockinged legs glistened in the studio lights. A round of cheers from the audience greeted their arrival on-stage. With a feeling of trepidation, they both approached where Jade was standing.

As they approached her, Jade was handed a glitter-covered gold envelope. “Welcome back, ladies!” she said, giving them each a one-armed hug in welcome. “How are you both feeling?”

Blonde- haired Jenny glanced briefly down at her blue stockings and shrugged. “Really nervous actually, Jade!” she answered, earning a “Woooh” from the audience.

Jess on the other hand smiled more confidently. “While I’m nervous about the consequences, Jade,” she said. “The chance to get some extra cash for QEUH is definitely something to go for.”

Jade grinned at the two nurses’ answers and opened the envelope. “Well, I’m afraid only one of you can go through to the Semi-Finals,” she said, taking out the card that had been placed inside it. “And, I can now reveal that, with 58.8% of the vote, tonight’s winner is… Jess!”

The brown-haired nurse whooped, punching the air with both hands in triumph. Beside her, her blonde counterpart’s jaw audibly hit the floor in shock. Jade grinned at them both. “Yes, congratulations, Jess,” she chuckled at the happiness on the face of the brunette. “You’re the first brunette to advance to the semis. Jenny, I’m sorry to say that you are our first eliminated blonde. Please, step this way.” The auburn singer led the sexy blonde woman over to where the lurid purple hat waited forebodingly.

Jade grinned widely at the now-nervous-looking nurse. “Alright, Jenny, you knew this was a possibility. Put your hand into the hat and let’s find out what’s about to happen to you!”

The blonde nurse pouted dramatically as, with the audience cheering her on, she reached into the pile of crumpled bits of paper in the large hat in front of her. She then pulled out a pair of papers and passed them over to the auburn presenter.

Jade unfolded the two pieces of paper and read the first one. She did a double-take when she had done so. “Oh, dear, Jenny,” she said consolingly. “Your taking a ‘Naked Baked Beans Dunking’. That’s going to be nasty!”

Jenny’s eyes widened. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” she begged. Her eyes flashed wildly as her gaze scanned the audience.

Jade chuckled evilly. “Ooohh, no, Jenny,” she taunted the blonde. “I’m not joking. Please, strip to your birthday suit or, if you don’t, I’ll have to break out the CSWL and Messy Six Nations scissors. If you can, though, you may leave on your stockings and suspenders.”

Jenny gulped when she heard this and quickly undid the red belt which held her tunic tight to her curvy body. She then reached for the snap-together buttons and pulled them open, before spreading the tunic wide open. This revealed her sexy black lingerie and gave the audience a full view of her blue stockings. She then slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the tunic fall to the floor. The camera circled around, getting a view of her arse, framed by her lacy black thong and suspenders.

With the audience’s cheers spurring her on, she unclasped her black lace bra and let it fall to the floor momentarily revealing her full breasts to the cameras and audience. A couple wags in the audience let loose with wolf-whistles at this point. Jenny threw an arm across her chest to cover her nipples back up while she used her other hand to push her lace thong down over the curves of her arse and legs. The skimpy pair of black knickers dropped to the floor as gravity won its battle with the friction between cloth and skin.

Growing tired of waiting, Jade grabbed the blonde nurse by the arm and almost dragged her over to the second of the studio’s two dunk tanks. With a gentle push from the singer/presenter, Jenny climbed up onto the seat that overlooked the mass of tomato-drenched butter beans. She gazed apprehensively down at the beans below, wrinkling her nose in an attempt to not breathe in the smell of the tomato-covered beans that had been sitting around the studio all day.

Jade grinned at the blonde nurse dangling over the orange-coloured slop. “How are you feeling up there, Jenny?”

“I wish I wasn’t up here, Jade,” replied the naked blonde.

The auburn-haired singer laughed maliciously. “Well that’s tough luck,” she sneered. “‘Cause you’re taking a drop into some baked bean slop!”

As Jade said these words, Jenny could feel her seat begin to move. She shrieked when it finally dropped out from under her. A moment later, the naked nurse was engulfed by baked beans. She eventually stood up in the tank, tomato sauce streaking her face while her platinum blonde hair had been turned orange-red as beans rolled down her skin, if they weren’t stuck in her hair. With a frown creasing her forehead, the tomato-covered blonde nurse clambered out of the morass of legumes. She then stood dripping red–coloured sauce beside the tank.

The auburn-haired presenter grinned at the naked, baked bean-spattered nurse. “Well, Jenny, your ordeal is halfway over,” she said, reading the second piece of paper. “Now, we’ve had to ask Rita Ora to return to the studio in case either of two of the possible forfeits suggested by our viewers were chosen. One of them has been! Come on out, Rita!”

There came a loud splash noise, of liquid being thrown over someone, from back-stage. The blonde singer from the previous episode’s celebrity dunking walked into view, her soaked hair slicked back to hang down past her shoulders. She was dressed in a psychedelically-patterned multi-coloured one-piece swimsuit, which accentuated her curves. Rita put on a brave smile for the cameras as she waved to the audience. The cameras got a series of shots of the blonde singer’s ample cleavage and sexy arse. Apprehensively, Rita crept over to where Jade waited beside the messy nurse with a smirk on her face.

Jade grinned at the two blondes. “Welcome back, Rita,” she said with false warmth in her voice, earning a two-fingered salute in reply. “Right, ladies, the forfeit which Jenny pulled out of the hat was for you both to be tied together and gunged…”

“What?!” exclaimed the two blonde women.

“… naked!” continued the auburn singer.

Rita gaped. “Noooo!” she wailed. “Not again!”

Jade chuckled at the solo artist’s reaction. “Oh, yes, Rita. Also, you look a little over-dressed.”

The blonde singer started. “No way!” she complained. “That’s not going to happen.”

Jade smirked and picked up a pair of scissors. “Oh, yes it is, Rita!” she said mockingly. The blonde singer backed away before she found her arms grabbed by the vice-like grips of two burly male stagehands, who appreciatively leered at the curvy popstar. Jade made a pair of strategic snips with the scissors in the straps of Rita’s tight swimsuit. The auburn-haired woman then pulled the multi-coloured piece of lycra away from the singer’s body, leaving the blushing blonde to cover her modesty with her arms and hands.

At this point, four stagehands came out from back-stage carrying coils of rope. They quickly wrapped these around Jenny and Rita’s arms and legs. Soon, the two sexy nude blondes were wrapped together by tightly-tied lengths of rope around their arms, legs and waists. Above their heads, unseen by either camera or audience, were numerous tanks with out-flow pipes that were filled with various colours of gunge. As they wriggled against each other, four glass walls slid upwards out of the floor and surrounded them both in a water-tight cell.

Jade grinned at the two bound blondes. “Well, ladies, you’re almost done,” she taunted them. “But, here comes the gunge!”

Almost instantly, a gurgling noise filled the air just as  two streams of green gunge splashed over the two women. The sticky slimy liquid flowed down their bodies, pooling on the floor. They squealed and shrieked as the gunge poured over them. When the green goo eased up and stopped flowing, streams of yellow gunge took its place. This was followed, in turn, by red, purple and blue. When all the tanks above them were empty, Jenny and Rita stood chest-deep in the sticky multi-coloured goo, which also covered every inch of their skin that was visible above it.

As the two goo-covered blondes came to terms with what had happened to them,  the camera panned back to Jade. The auburn-haired singer was standing between a pair of step-ladders. Two red funnels were stuck into the neckline of her leotard, one in the back and the other down her cleavage. She smiled wryly at the camera. “Well, we’ve just seen another gorgeous nurse get covered in gunge and gunged Rita Ora for the second time. Now, as it’s my last time presenting this show, the crew have a little going-away present for me.”

With this, two stage-hands climbed the ladders and poured a bucket of tomato sauce-covered spaghetti into each funnel. Jade squirmed as she felt the tomatoey pasta slosh around her nether regions, her formerly green leotard bulging around her. The two people up the ladders then tipped a final pair of buckets over the singer’s head. Her hair was soaked in seconds, and her face spattered with bits of tomato and strands of pasta.

Eventually, looking very bedraggled,  Jade looked into the camera. “That’s all we have time for on this episode of Immerse the Nurse.” she announced to fake sounds of disappointment from the audience. “Next time,  Jesy Nelson will introduce the final pair of contestant nurses and a well-known Aussie actress will be up for a dunking. I won’t see you then, Good night!”

As the camera panned over the three gunk-covered women, the audience cheered and applauded. After a minute of this, the jazzy theme tune played over the PA system and the studio lights began to dim.

A/n: Well that’s the end of Match Three. Hope you enjoyed it. 

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

“Hi all, Natalie Sawyer here to introduce a fun competition to be played over the festive holiday. This time last year I was a contestant on the Ultimate Xmas CSWL…”

The busty sports reporter closes her eyes and shudders slightly, as she has a momentary flashback to her experience on the show.

“….so I’m hugely relieved to be presenting this time around. Anyway back to this years event and it’s called ‘Natalie’s Xmas Football Quiz’ which will feature 6 Premier League matches to be played on different days over the Xmas period.”

The sports presenter sultrily walks over to a gigantic TV screen which flickers into life and displays the 6 matches in question.

“We are asking viewers to predict what the scoreline will be for each game, and points will be awarded as follows:-

• If you get the exact score you earn yourself 4 points.
• If your score isn’t exact but you get the correct result (I.e. win, draw or defeat) then you get 1 point. For instance if your prediction is 3-3 and the actual score is a draw (but not 3-3) then that’s worth 1 point”

Natalie cups her hand to her ear “I hear you all saying, ‘what’s the prize for the winner?’ Well, when you submit your predictions, you also get to nominate a celebrity lady of your choosing and the winner will see their lady getting very messy on the Results Show….”

Natalie shudders for the second time “…..and let me tell you, that lady will be in for quite a night, as I have seen what the producers have planned!”

With a sexy flick of her hair, Natalie continues “The deadline for entries is Friday 20th December as the first game is played the next day, so if you fancy having a go, submit your predictions for all 6 matches in the comments box below, and don’t forget to nominate your celebrity lady.”

“Time permitting, there may be a couple of update shows during the competition to see how the scores are looking….”

The busty presenter sexily winks as she continues “……with maybe some messy surprises! Oh, and I also forgot, there potentially will be a booby prize for the lady that comes last!”

As the word “booby prize” was uttered, the cameraman tilted the TV camera a few degrees downwards until Natalie’s chest was taking up the whole shot.

Natalie quickly realised what was happening and responded with a wry smile  “Hey cheeky, stop doing close-ups of my tits!”

After a few lingering seconds, the cameraman returned the TV camera to its original position, and Natalie waved goodbye as the preview show came to an end.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature.

The curvy brunette walked into the television studio’s lobby. She waved to the smiling receptionist who waved back and pointed her to the familiar changing room. She walked inside the quiet oasis in the bustling building and dropped her bag on the floor. Quickly changing into the leotard she had packed inside, she then sat down on the comfortable couch with a sigh and, reaching for the pot on the small, low table in front of her, poured herself a hot cup of tea to ward off the mid-winter chill.

As she sipped the hot drink and looked through some of the messages on her phone, she chuckled at the half-taunting message from her bandmate Jade. They had shared a laugh when talking about what had happened to the auburn-haired woman only a few days before. After a while, as she finished her third cup of tea, there was a knock on the door, a stage-hand had come to guide her onto the darkened stage.After a couple minutes more, the show’s jazz theme tune was piped through the studio’s speakers. The audience applauded as the studio lights brightened. This revealed various pieces of apparatus in different bits of the stage. Across the back wall was the familiar ‘Immerse the Nurse’.

In the middle of the stage stood the curvy brunette singer, wearing the same green leotard and black thigh-high boots that she had worn for the preview show. She grinned as the camera zoomed in on her. “Hello!” she greeted the viewers. “And welcome to the fourth match of ‘Immerse the Nurse’. I am Jesy Nelson. Tonight, we’ll meet our next two brave nurses willing to risk getting very messy for a chance to win some extra funds for their hospitals. Also, an Australian actress will e lending some Hollywood glamour to the ‘Celebrity Healthy Dunking’. First though, let’s meet our two contestants. Come on out, ladies!”

Two new nurses walked out onto the stage from behind some of the show’s apparatus. One was a dirty blonde wearing a  white-belted white tunic, red-trimmed white stockings and red high-heeled shoes. The other, a dark brown-haired woman, wore a red-belted dark-blue tunic, white stockings and, also, a pair of red high-heeled shoes. Together, they walked over to where Jesy was waiting. They smiled and waved at the audience, drawing cat-calls and wolf-whistles from the pumped-up studio audience.

Jesy flashed the two pretty nurses a bright, welcoming smile. “Hello, ladies, welcome to Immerse the Nurse,” she said, causing the two young women to gulp as nerves set in. “Oh, don’t be so nervous! Tell us a little about yourselves, please.”

The two nurses shared a look before the blonde spoke up. “Hi, I’m Julie and I’m twenty-two. I’m a student nurse at the Royal Edinburgh Hospital.”

The brunette cut in at this point. “Hello, my name’s Katie. I’m twenty-three and I’m a nurse at Edinburgh’s Western General Hospital.”

Jesy grinned. “So, we have an Edinburgh-only contest tonight,” she laughed. “Best of luck, ladies. Now, it’s time for the fun bit of tonight’s episode! Yes, we’ve found yet another celebrity willing to potentially end up in the slop in order to get both these nurse’s hospitals some extra funds. Now, she’s one of the stars of Bombshell. Please, put your hands together for… Margot Robbie!”

The stunning blonde Australian actress strolled nonchalantly into view wearing a zip-up black vinyl one-piece swimsuit and a pair of strappy black sandals. Her long blonde hair spilled over her left shoulder. Playing to the cameras with waves and wide, beaming smiles, she walked over to where Jesy waited.

Jesy grinned at the Australian beauty. “Welcome, Margot,” she said warmly. “Why did you join us tonight?”

The blonde gave an impish smile. “Thank you, Jesy!” she replied cheerfully. “And to answer your question, there are two reasons, really. Firstly, getting extra funds for any hospital is a great cause. After all, everyone needs to go to one at some point in their lives. Secondly, it’s the usual promoting my latest film schtick that the movie studios force upon you.”

Jesy gave her a speculative look. “Huh, not much different from the music industry then,” she remarked. “Except in music it’s about promoting your next single or album! Okay, moving on… I believe, like some of our previous guests, you’re issuing a challenge to our studio audience. What is it?”

Margot took a deep breath. “This is a three-part challenge,” she began. “On top of the usual ‘raise a grand and I get dunked in the slop’ scenario, if fifteen hundred pounds is raised, I’ll be covered in very thick two-days-old porridge. Also, if the amount donated hits two thousand, I’ll be getting doused with honey as well…” She was interrupted by a cheer from the audience. “I’m not finished! Ladies and gentlemen, if you donate more than two thousand-five hundred then all of the above will happen to me but I’ll be naked.”

Jesy gave a low whistle. “That’s brave of you, Margot,” she commented. “Okay, everyone, you heard the girl. Twenty-five-hundred quid and Margot Robbie gets gunged naked. Collectors, you have five minutes starting from… now!”

At that moment, the usual two dozen stage-hands fast-marched out from back-stage carrying collection buckets. The two hundred audience members wasted no time in throwing handfuls of cash into the buckets.

Seeing this, Margot’s eyes widened. From where she was standing she could easily tell what way this was going to go. Oh, shit! I’m not going to get out of stripping here!

After five minutes, the sound of a gong being rung filled the open space of the studio. With their buckets over-flowing, the stage-hands walked out of sight to count the proceeds. Jesy looked at Margot with a sly grin on her face as the blonde hid her face in her hands. “Well, Margot, I think it’s safe to say that there was a lot of money donated by our audience.”

The blonde actress sighed. “Yeah, Jesy, and I’m not looking forward to finding out what that amount is!”

A stage-hand walked into view carrying a glittery silver envelope. Jesy accepted this and pulled out a card, which was also a glittery silver in colour, from inside. She read it and grinned nastily at the Australian. “Well, you were right to be apprehensive, Margot,” she said. “The amount raised was a stonking two thousand-nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds!”

The blonde’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Oh, crap! That’s a hell of a lot to raise in just five minutes!”

Jesy laughed. “Yes, it is! Now, I do believe that requires you to do something, doesn’t it?”

Her only reply was a deep sigh from the blonde actress. With her smile faltering, the sexy Australian woman reached for the zipper which ran from her swimsuit’s neckline to just above her belly-button. She pulled it down its length, revealing a lot more of the skin of her torso to the gaze of the world. She blushed as this also allowed her medium-sized tits to partly spill out of their vinyl prison. At this point, Margot reached up and slipped the inch-wide shoulder straps down over her arms and allowed the whole swimsuit to drop to the ground. Before she was aware of it, her hands were behind her back and she felt cold steel encircle her wrists. The gorgeous blonde was left exposed to the anyone looking at her. She looked around and Jesy stepped back into view.

“I thought I’d add my own little embellishment, Margot,” she said, picking up a bucket of porridge from a trolley which had just been wheeled on. Grinning at the camera, Jesy lifted the bucket above the Australian’s long, silky-looking blonde hair and poured the porridge out in a wave that engulfed her head. The lumpy, sloppy oats clung to the blonde woman’s hair, face and the upper curves of her boobs. Then, the brown-haired singer grabbed the second container of porridge. This was quickly added to all the gloopy slop already covering the blonde’s upper body.

The blonde woman squirmed as the now-sticky bits of cereal rolled slimily down her body. “Ugh!” she groaned in disgust. “This smells like it’s two days old!”

Jesy just giggled and picked up a large jug of golden honey. “Excellent!” she laughed. “The perfect base for this.” With that, she proceeded to drizzle the honey all over Margot’s porridge-covered upper body. The sticky honey effectively glued the porridge to the blonde’s skin. When the last drops of honey had dripped out of the jug, the Australian was coated in the sticky, lumpy slop.

Jesy smiled encouragingly at the blonde woman. “Right, Margot, you’ve only got a nice dunking to go.”

The Australian actress was helped up onto the seat of the dunk tank. The porridge and honey covered blonde dangled her feet inches from the murky gunk below. She wrinkled her nose. “I heard you were letting the smell of this stuff get worse as the series went on,” she complained. “I can smell that that statement was correct.”

Jesy chuckled. “Yes, that’s true,” she laughed at the thoroughly disgusted Aussie. “We just have to add a couple of extra things to it. Firstly, Rita Ora filled her swimsuit with mushy peas before being dunked into that slop. Secondly, our eliminated nurse Jenny was dunked in baked beans before herself and Rita were drenched in green, yellow, red, purple and blue gunge. So, let’s add all of that to the tank.”

Margot gaped as a pair of stage-hands poured four buckets of mushy peas into the tank below her, followed by a small bath of baked beans and finally two buckets each of green, yellow, red, purple and blue gunge. This combined with the slop already in the tank to make an even more foul-looking and smelling mire of slop.

The Australian woman’s eyes bulged. “Strewth! Could you make that any mankier?!”

Jesy couldn’t stop laughing. “I don’t know, maybe we could?!” she giggled contemplatively. “However, I do know that you are going to get dropped in it. Margot Robbie, you signed up for it, challenged the audience’s pockets and their pockets have spoken. You’re the fourth celebrity getting a ‘Healthy Dunking’ and it’s happening NOW!”

Margot tried to curl into a ball at this point, as she felt her seat drop out from under her. With a massive splash she was plunged, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, into the thick murky green-grey-brown slop. Moments later, she struggled to her feet and popped back into view, her famous blonde locks and pretty face obscured beneath a thick coating of the smelly, sticky, lumpy slop.

Jesy had at this point been re-joined by Julie and Katie as they looked gobsmacked at what had happened to the Hollywood actress. Jesy squeezed both their arms reassuringly. “Right, ladies and gentlemen, Margot’s having a lovely messy bath in there,” announced the curvy singer. “Now, Julie and Katie here have placed their fates in your hands. An online poll will decide who goes through to the Semi-finals and who will be going home covered in muck. As ever, what that muck is will depend on what you at home suggest. Speaking for myself, I’m interested in what you come up with this time around. Polls will open after tonight’s show. So, the only thing left to do is to say… Good Night!”

As the three still-clean women waved to the camera, the on-screen view cut once more to show views of the two nurses separated by the familiar green field with its superimposed yellow “V” while their names were superimposed over them. As before, a voice-over informed the viewers of how to vote.

A/N: OK, this is Match 4, as ever I hope you enjoy it. If you wish, forfeit suggestions can be submitted via either the poll below or in a comment, depending on your preference. As before, voting is only restricted for 1 hour after each vote for both the nurse v nurse poll and forfeit suggestions. (Polls close 22:00 Irish/UK time tomorrow (15th of December))

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“Hi, Natalie here again and welcome to the preview show for my festive competition ‘Natalie’s Xmas Football Quiz’. Deadline for entries has now closed and I can confirm we have 15 entries and each are represented by a celebrity lady, so a big thank you to all those that have entered, and good luck!”

The flirty presenter is wearing a tight fitting pink dress which clings to all of her curves and teases the viewer with a little bit of cleavage showing.

“Before we announce the lucky ladies that will be taking part, I have been amazed by how many Christmas cards I have been sent by the viewers at home, so thank you all very much. However I did receive one very cheeky card….”

Natalie smirks as she picks up a card from her desk and holds it up for the camera to see.

“….I can categorically confirm that this viewers wish won’t be coming true!”

A chorus of boo’s rings out from the audience, which causes the brunette to break out into a wry smile.

Standing up, the presenter tosses the card nonchalantly into a nearby waste paper bin and walks purposefully to the middle of the studio floor.

“Without further ado let’s announce the full list of ladies that have been nominated to take part in my little quiz, and no doubt they will be thanking their respective viewer for putting them up for this. Haha!”

The overhead TV screen flashed up pictures of 5 ladies.

Our first 5 contestants are model turned actress Kelly Brook, news presenter Sarah-Jane Mee, TV presenter Michaela Strachan who incidentally is our oldest lady at 53 years old, recent winner of I’m A Celebrity Jacqueline Jossa and ex-Coronation Street star Michelle Keegan”

As the enthusiastic round of applause died down, the screen flashed up 5 new ladies.

Natalie continued “Our next 5 contestants include fashion historian Amber Butchart, sports presenter Bela Shah, singer Mabel, Game of Thrones star Sophie Turner and singer Madison Beer who is our youngest lady at 20 years of age. I do like those suede boots that Madison is wearing, I’ll have to ask her where she bought them so I can get a pair too.”

After some more applause, the screen changes again and displays the final 5 ladies.

“And making up the contestant line-up, it’s another Coronation Street actress Tina O’Brien, singers Ariana Grande and Perrie Edwards, and soap actresses Charley Webb and Tilly Keeper”

As more clapping ensues, Natalie swivels around on her high heel shoes and points towards to the same TV screen and explains that this is now showing the full list of viewers predictions on behalf of each lady.

“Just a reminder of the rules, it’s 4 points for an exact score, and 1 point for a correct result (win, draw or loss). The lady with the most points at the end of the competition will get a very messy time on the Results Show! As we’ve had so many entries I am pleased to announce that the producers have agreed that there will be ‘special’ prizes for the ladies finishing second and third, and not forgetting a booby prize for the lady that finishes last.”

Natalie quickly points her finger at the cameraman, recalling his cheeky antics at her booby prize remark last time, before sternly saying “Don’t you dare!”

This time the TV camera did not stray from its position as a relieved Natalie sighed and continued “Fingers crossed, we’ll have update shows on the 23^rd and 28^th, to see how the ladies are getting on, with maybe some surprises for one or two of them. Haha!”

“To add to the festivities, we will also be having mini gunging contests between some of my former sports news reporter colleagues. First up we have Anna Woolhouse against Orla Chennaoui”

Anna is wearing a tight white top, dark green leather skirt, black tights and high heel shoes. Meanwhile Orla is sporting a sleeveless blue top, short red skirt and red high heel shoes.

”The mini contests will combine the sports news reporters skills at predictions and their popularity with the viewers. We have an old friend who is going to explain the rules in more detail for us.”

Natalie points to the TV screen again which flickers and starts to show a pre-recorded clip of Kirsty Gallacher reading out the rules. Anna and Orla gasp as the fifth rule is read out and they realise the gunging could potentially be very humiliating for them.

Just as Kirsty finishes, she is deluged with thick blue gunge which flows all over her.

Natalie smiles at the messy state Kirsty is left in,  and turns to face Anna and Orla “Ladies, the chosen match for your mini contest is Spurs v Chelsea to be played on Sunday 22^nd. Can you let me have your predictions with your reasons please?”

Anna: “I’ve got a feeling Chelsea may sneak it in what could be a high scoring game. Frank Lampard will want to beat his former boss Jose Mourinho and I think the extra fitness of Chelsea’s young team will benefit them with all the matches over this hectic festive period. I’ll go for 3-2 to Chelsea.”

Orla: “My take on this match is slightly different. I think home advantage will be key and I’ve noticed that while Chelsea are sometimes very good, other times they are distinctly average, so I’m going to go for a Spurs win as they are the more consistent team. My prediction is 2-1 to Spurs.”

Natalie: “Thank you ladies. The online poll is now open for viewers to choose who they would prefer to see getting gunged. All points will be added up and the lady with the most points will have the pleasure of sitting in our lovely gunge tank during the first Update Show on Monday 23^rd.”

”More good news! I hear that the producers have ordered some particularly thick and viscous gunge, so that’s something to look forward to, isn’t it ladies?”

Anna and Orla look incredulously at the busty brunette, and nervously shake their heads.

Natalie giggles as she turns and stands directly in front of the camera “We will also be holding an online poll that will last the duration of the contest. This is for viewers to vote for their favourite lady from all 15 contestants. The vote results will be used in the event of any tie-break situation. Repeat voting is allowed, but you will have to wait a day before each time you want to vote again.”

Putting her hands together with excited anticipation, the busty brunette carries on “….when, as a special treat, I’ve been told that I can open some of the presents that I have been lucky enough to receive from viewers. Hope you lot have bought me some nice stuff! Until then, goodbye.”

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A curvy brunette pushed open the door of the studio’s lobby, smiling at the receptionist as she did so. The smiley receptionist waved in reply, once again pointing her towards the presenter’s changing room. She walked into the small room and smiled at the restful interior. She knew that, given what had happened to her bandmate Jade when she’d last presented one of these shows, she was likely to be in a decidedly dishevelled state when next she set foot in here. Smiling ruefully to herself, she pulled a bikini out of her bag and changed into it from the jeans and sweatshirt she was wearing. She then settled down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around herself, with a magazine and a hot cup of tea to wait for her call to go to the studio where the show was filmed. After a short while, a stage-hand knocked on the door to lead her to the darkened studio stage in question.Shortly, the familiar jaunty jazz theme tune played over the speakers as the lights in the studio brightened and the audience applauded. The various pieces of equipment were revealed alongside the enormous logo on the back wall.

The lights also revealed that evening’s curvy brunette presenter, her hair in high-volume ringlets cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Tonight, she was barefoot and clad in a pale green and white polka dotted bikini. Smiling widely she waved at the audience and blew a kiss to the camera. A couple of wolf-whistles reached her ears at this point, making her grin. “Hello and welcome once more to Immerse the Nurse!” she announced. “I am Jesy Nelson and this is scheduled to be my last night presenting this show but, if what has happened with the latest round of suggested forfeits happens again, I may be back in a different capacity.”

The busty brown-haired singer shuddered as she thought about what she’d just said. “Now, we all know that two nurses from Edinburgh are wondering what way the public vote went,” she reminded everyone watching. “So, let’s meet them both again. Julie and Katie, come on out, please!”

Waving to the audience, the blonde and dark-haired nurses walked into view, briefly waving to the audience. The blonde-haired Julie was wearing her white tunic and stockings while dark brown-haired Katie wore the same dark-blue tunic and white stockings combo as she had worn for the previous episode. They both walked nervously to where Jesy waited beside the ominous glitter-covered purple top hat.

The curvy singer grinned at the two nurses. “Welcome back, ladies,” she said warmly. “Now, I’m sure you’re wondering what the result is, right? Well, we’ll just have to wait for one of the stage-hands to give me the result envelope.”

Both nurses groaned in frustration at this. Neither of them wanted to have to wait too long for this.

Half a minute later, one of the stage-hands walked up to Jesy and handed her the glittery purple envelope in question. The busty singer pulled out the contents of the envelope and read what was written on the piece of glittery card.

Grinning slyly at the two nurses, Jesy decided to prolong their agonising wait. “So, ladies,” she began. “How do you feel now that this moment has arrived?”

Twin looks of exasperation swept across the two nurses’ faces. “Really nervous,” replied the blonde-haired Julie, glaring at Jesy. “I wish you’d just tell us the result.”

Next to her, Katie was tugging on her own dark brown tresses in her anxiety. “Please, enough of the questions and chit-chat!” she begged. “Just tell us what’s happened.”

Jesy smirked at the two women. “Alright then!” she chirped. “The winner, with 58.6% of the vote, was…Julie!”

While the audience broke out in a round of applause with cheers and jeers thrown in, the blonde-haired nurse let out a whoop of joy. Beside her, her dark brown-haired colleague had covered her face with her hands. Two feet away, the brown-haired singer-turned-presenter smiled at them both. “Yes… Well done, Julie,” she said, half-sincere. “Katie dear, commiserations. You’re out of the competition with only five hundred quid and you’re about to get rather messy. So, please, come with me.”

With that, Jesy took the brunette nurse by the elbow and led her toward the glittery purple top hat that stood on a nearby fake-marble pedestal. “Please, reach into the hat and remove to forfeits from within!” she said ominously.

The pretty brunette sighed and stuck her hand into the middle of all the crumpled bits of paper that filled the hat. With a dejected look on her face, Katie pulled her hand out with two pieces of paper held in her fist. Smiling bashfully, she handed them to the curvier brown-haired singer.

Jesy grinned at the darker-haired woman as she unfolded the first heavily-creased piece of paper. “Oooh! Dear me, Katie!” she exclaimed in faux-surprise. “First up are naked pies.”

The dark-haired nurse frowned. “What’s naked about them?” she asked, although she had a pretty good idea what it would mean on this show.

Jesy flashed an evil grin at her. “You, to be honest!” she laughed mockingly. “So, please, strip!”

“Noooo!” wailed the defeated nurse pathetically before grimly she unbuckled her red belt and flung it into the shadows of the back-stage area. She then tried to unbutton her tunic, only for the buttons to get caught in a couple loose threads. She looked at Jesy hopefully. “Oh dear, it looks like I won’t be able to take this off.”

Jesy just smirked. “Don’t worry, I can help you out with that problem with these,” she chuckled brandishing a pair of red-handled scissors before cutting around each of the offending buttons. “There much better. Oh, by the way, you’re not allowed to cover your bits after you reveal them.”

“What?!” exclaimed the nurse. “You can’t be serious.” She got a nod in reply, Jesy was serious. Sighing deeply, Katie let her arms slide out of the sleeves of the tunic and let it fall to the floor. This showed the audience the sexy sheer white bra and knickers and red suspenders that had been hidden beneath. She blushed deeply as she reached up and unclasped her bra from behind her back, throwing it in the same direction as her belt. This left her large tits on view to the world while she pushed her knickers down her long legs. This left her in just her red suspenders and a pair of sheer white stockings.

Seeing the brunette nurse reaching for the hooks of her suspenders, Jesy quickly called out to stop her. “Actually, Katie, you can leave your suspenders, shoes and stockings on.”

“Great, thanks,” glared Katie. Bloody hell! I’m not looking forward to my shift tomorrow! They’re never going to let me live this down!

As Katie stood with her body completely on display for all the world to see, Jesy walked behind a piece of stage dressing and pulled an old hotel tea trolley into view which was laden with pies that ran the gamut from sweet pies such as custard, chocolate and Key lime to savoury steak and kidney and chicken pies. The brunette singer waited no time in smearing these over the sexy nurse in no particular order starting with her head and working downward. Quite quickly, the brunette nurse had been covered in a filthy mixture of cream, custard, chocolate, onions, mushrooms, lumps of beef, chicken, kidneys and gravy that was liberally slathered all over her head, boobs, groin and arse. Much to the enjoyment of the jeering audience.

Jesy grinned into the camera, as she wiped her hands clean on a paper towel. She picked up the second crumpled paper ball and unfolded it. “Right, Katie,” she called to attract the brunette’s attention. “Next up is a Hangar 17-style Hot Seat!” Cheers rose from the audience.

The slop-covered brunette gaped bemusedly at the singer/presenter. “What does that mean?”

“Come with me!” replied Jesy. She led the gloopy-looking woman towards an alcove with a chair bolted to the raised circular floor. Two straps hung to the sides of the chair.

Katie stopped when she saw the straps. “What are those for?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Jesy smiled over-sweetly at the other woman. “Well… that chair will be revolving at quite a high speed,” she explained. “So, to keep your from falling off, we’ll be strapping you to it.”

“Oh, God!” groaned the muck-covered brunette. Gingerly, she sat on the chair and allowed Jesy and a stage-hand to buckle the straps tightly across her body, effectively trapping her in the small booth and digging into her belly and thighs. Eek! Did they have to make the straps so tight? This is uncomfortable even without whatever they’re going to dump on me.

Jesy surveyed the sloppy pie-covered mess that was once a rather beautiful nurse. “Katie, the world has voted for you to get messy,” she reminded her tauntingly. “And now you face the Hot Seat!”

With those words, the platform on which Katie’s chair was bolted began turning. The slop-covered brunette closed her eyes to hide from the inevitable. Suddenly, jets of slimy green, purple and blue gunge sprayed from the sides and back of the alcove, coating her chest in a layer of multi-coloured goo which mixed together into a grey mess as it flowed down her curvy body. Seconds later, she found her head assaulted by a foot-wide stream of luminous orange gunge which fell from overhead. The orangey gunk engulfed her pie-covered hair and then smothered her face, it then joined the rest of the gunge in turning her a pale orange from the shoulders down as she was spun to ensure complete slimy coverage. Shortly, the gunge stopped flowing and the chair stopped spinning, leaving the naked nurse covered in sticky gunge.

Jesy smiled as she surveyed the damage. “Hmmm, I think Katie looks good in orange, don’t you ladies and gentlemen?” she remarked, getting a cheer in response. “Now, we’re nearly at the end of this episode which marks the end of Round One of this series of Immerse the Nurse. Now, as you all know, two of my bandmates haven’t hosted an episode yet. Well, I can reveal that either Leigh-Anne Pinnock or Perrie Edwards will host the Semi-finals while the other presents the final. We’ll find out who does what in a moment when I draw the name of the Semi-final hostess from this tombola. Before you hurt your heads trying to work out how a tombola works with only two options inside it, the crew have put twenty slips each with either Leigh-Anne’s name or Perrie’s on it.” She rested her left hand on the now-stationary drum, before giving it a hard pull.

The drum spun rapidly, the sound of tumbling paper scraps and whirring bearings filling the air. Gradually the tombola slowed down and eventually stopped spinning. Jesy opened a small hatch in the wooden drum and reached inside to pull out a name. She read what was on the piece of paper and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Leigh-Anne,” she said with a commiserating look to the camera. “But, you’ll be hosting the Semi-finals.”

Jesy walked away from the tombola and surveyed the stage, grinning as her gaze swept over the gunk-covered Katie who was still sitting in slimy splendour on the Hot Seat. “Well, that’s nearly all we have time for,” she said. “Now, as this is supposed to be my last time hosting the show, I believe the production team have an icky send-off lined up for me and I don’t know what it is… Aaargh!”

Jesy screeched as suddenly the floor dropped from beneath her feet and she got dropped into a pool of creamy yellow custard, plunging below the surface. After five seconds, she swam up to the open air, emerging as a bright yellow blob. Catching her breath, she looked up at where she knew there was likely a camera. “This was Match Four and Round One of Immerse the Nurse and I’m a very messy Jesy Nelson. Join Leigh-Anne next time for the first winner-on-winner face-off while yet another celebrity risks getting dunked in order to help out the hospitals in question. That’s all for now. Good Night!” The audience applauded while the camera swept over the two messy women who were still covered in goo. As it did so, the studio lights dimmed.

A/N: Huh, that’s the end of Match 4 and Round One. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come in the Semi-finals.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature. 

A jaunty jazz tune was played over the PA system’s speakers in the small studio down a hallway from the main set. As the small audience applauded, the lights blazed to life revealing the Immerse the Nurse logo emblazoned on the studio walls and across the floor.

Standing in the middle of the stage was a busty brown-haired woman wearing a dark-blue and black-spotted zip-up one-piece swimsuit. She flashed the camera a wide smile. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen!” she said welcomingly. “Thanks for joining me for this little preview for the Immerse the Nurse Semi-finals. I am Lindsey Strutt and I’m filling in for my old friend Lucy Pinder who couldn’t be here tonight. After the fun-filled first round, things are getting serious. Our first semi-final is a Battle of the Blondes between Bristol Royal Infirmary’s Sue and Sally from North Manchester General Hospital. So, we know that at least one blonde will be going through to the final.”

Lindsey paused for breath for a moment. “Our second semi-final will see cute brunette Jess go up against equally-cute blonde Julie. As ever, we’ll have a celebrity facing that rather icky dunking during both matches. We’ve already got one lady ready to go for the first semi-final, however, there are two ladies who have madly applied to take part in the dunking for our second semi-final. It’s something of a Trans-Atlantic face-off between two well-known singers. So, we’re going to let you, the public, decide. Will Demi Lovato, in a lovely white teddy, be joining us for a possible drop into our slop or will it be Pixie Lott and some rather sexy red lingerie? The choice, in an online poll, is yours!” With that, Lindsey pointed to the middle of the camera lens.

Lindsey gave the camera a quick grin. “This poll will close after the first part of Semi-final One,” she said, before a quizzical look crossed her face. The zipper running down the top half of her swimsuit had gradually opened during the time she was talking. “Okay, what’s next?”

Lindsey could not believe her eyes when two stage-hands approached carrying crates filled with open tins of rice pudding. Her inviting cleavage and sexy derriere were soon targeted with the contents of over fifty tins. Lindsey squirmed and squealed as the creamy grains of rice sloshed around her arse and groin, stimulating her more sensitive areas. Her swimsuit began to bulge comically around her, before it began to overflow with creamed rice.

There were still four tins left unused at this point. The stage-hands picked these up and tipped their creamy contents out over Lindsey’s head. In an instant, her luscious dark brown hair was matted by the creamy cereal-based dessert. Grains of rice poured over her face, leaving her head completely covered. Eventually the stage-hands withdrew leaving a now-bedraggled glamour model behind them.

Standing, dripping with rice pudding, Lindsey gave a put-upon smile. “I should have known that was coming!” she joked. “That’s all from me,  goodbye!”

The studio lights slowly dimmed before the view of the at-home audience switched to a split-screen with one half showing Lindsey being covered in the creamy rice while the other showed the poll’s website.

A/N: just a quick intermission to sort out this little conundrum. Thanks for reading and/or voting. 

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The pretty Afro-Caribbean singer walked into the lobby of the city centre television studios. She waved at the smiling receptionist who pointed her towards the presenter’s reserved changing room, which was marked with a miniature version of the Immerse the Nurse logo. She stepped inside and closed the door. Quickly changing into the leotard she’d brought for that night’s show, she made a large mug of steaming hot chocolate and settled down on the couch with magazine. She couldn’t help laughing at some of the so-called articles in the gossipy publication. As she was swallowing the last mouthful of the wonderfully creamy, chocolatey hot drink, a stage-hand knocked on the door to guide her to the darkened studio.Shortly, the familiar jaunty jazz tune was played over the studio’s public address system’s speakers. The brightening lights revealed the familiar studio with the enormous Immerse the Nurse logo hung on the back wall.

The lights shone on the dark-skinned woman standing in the middle of the stage. She was wearing a green and faux-chainmail leotard with large cut-away sections below chest-level, which matched what her bandmates had worn during the first round. She smiled and waved at the audience as she looked around the eccentric-looking studio decorations. “Good evening!” she said warmly. “And welcome to the first Immerse the Nurse Semi-final. I am Leigh-Anne Pinnock. Tonight we have two of our lovely nurses returning to try to get into the final while one of Britain’s top glamour models puts herself in danger of a drop into our yucky slop.” The singer shuddered theatrically as she said this.

The audience were cheering as Leigh-Anne finished her introduction. “Now, let’s welcome back our two contestants,” interjected Leigh-Anne, bringing a halt to the audience’s wall of noise. “We have Bristol Royal Infirmary’s Sue taking on Sally from North Manchester General Hospital. Come on out, ladies!”

The two pretty blonde nurses walked out wearing the same navy-blue tunics and sheer black tights that they’d worn for their previous appearances on the show. As before, Sue wore a red belt around her waist and navy-blue high-heeled shoes while Sally wore a white belt and matching high heels. They both smiled and waved for the cameras as they walked over to where Leigh-Anne was waiting.

The singer-presenter grinned at the two blondes. “Hello, ladies, welcome back!” she said, giving each blonde a quick hug in welcome. “So, have you enjoyed the last couple weeks of this competition?”

Sue gave a bashful grin. “I have to say, it’s been fun to watch what’s happened in the episodes since my first appearance,” she admitted. “And everyone at work has been really supportive, even though some of my fellow nurses have been wondering how I was able to come onto the show in the first place!”

Sally laughed at this. “Oh, so, I wasn’t the only one whose colleagues were wondering if I was half-mad?!” she joked. “But, yeah, like Sue, everyone at North Manchester General’s been super about it.”

“Well, that’s great to hear, girls,” said Leigh-Anne. “Now, the fate of these two wonderful ladies is down to the votes of you at home…” she pointed into the lens of the camera that had come in for a close-up. “But, we’ll be going over that later in the show. Right now, it’s time to meet yet another celebrity guest who is willing to risk getting very messy to raise some extra cash for both nurses’ hospitals.”

Leigh-Anne walked over to stand beside the slop-filled dunk tank which had been there all along. “Yes, it’s time for the Healthy Celebrity Dunking,” she announced with a grin splitting her face. “Mind you, from the smell of it, I’m not so sure how healthy it is! Joining us tonight is, as I’ve already said, one of Britain’s top glamour who is something of a blonde bombshell. Please, welcome, Rhian Sugden!”

The sexy blonde walked into view with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing a pink thong one-piece swimsuit which afforded anyone looking an enticing view of her ample cleavage and showing the globes of her arse off to full advantage. She waved as she neared where Leigh-Anne was waiting, while the audience burst out in a round of cheers and wolf-whistles.

Leigh-Anne smiled at the gorgeous blonde. “Welcome, Rhian,” she began. “So, you’ve dared to brave a possible dunking. May I ask why?”

The blonde smiled. “Well, it kind of looks like fun,” she giggled nervously. “And let’s face it, it’s a great cause. After all, we all know how cash-strapped the various NHS trusts are!”

“Indeed!” smirked Leigh-Anne. “Okay, I believe you’ve taken a leaf out of the books of our previous guests and are issuing your own challenge to our audience on top of the initial premise of this segment.”

Rhian gave a wry smile. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, on top of me going into the gunge if you donate a thousand pounds,” she revealed. “I’m adding that if there’s fifteen hundred quid raised, my swimsuit will be filled with custard. Also, if you donate two thousand, then my cleavage will become a bowl of strawberries and cream. Finally, I’ll be stripping naked if the amount raised reaches two-thousand-five-hundred pounds.”

“Ooh, that could be chilly for you, Rhian!” pondered Leigh-Anne. “You’ve heard what she said, everyone! Right, collectors, you have five minutes to grab those donations, starting from…now!”

As in previous episodes, two dozen stage-hands fast-walked on-stage carrying the familiar collection buckets. Coins and banknotes showered into buckets, making Rhian feel anxious. As the five minutes ended, a gong being sounded echoed through the studio and the stage-hands walked back out of sight to count up what had been collected.

Leigh-Anne smiled at the camera. “Well, that looked like a fair sum of money being chucked into the buckets!” she laughed. “Rhian, how do you feel about this?”

The blonde chuckled, jiggling her large tits. “Wow! Leigh-Anne, that looked like a massive amount of cash!” she exclaimed, looking over at the audience. “Either way, thanks for your donations, good on ya!” Cheers filled the air, causing Leigh-Anne to raise her arms to quiet the audience down.

As the audience stilled in anticipation, a stage-hand walked over to Leigh-Anne carrying yet another of the glittery gold envelopes. While Rhian waited nervously, the dark-skinned brunette singer opened the envelope, retrieving the piece of card from within. “Well, Rhian, I can now reveal that the audience donated two-thousand-four-hundred-and-ninety pounds!” she announced. “Really?! Ten quid short of getting a striptease from this blonde bombshell?! What do you think of that, Rhian?”

“I’m shocked, Leigh-Anne, and also slightly relieved,” replied the busty blonde. “Hard to believe, it fell ten pounds short of the viewers seeing my boobs.”

“Yes, it did,” muttered Leigh-Anne, picking up a funnel from a nearby trolley that had been wheeled on-stage laden with jugs of custard, a large bowl of strawberries and two aerosol cans of whipped cream. The singer then squeezed the narrow end of the funnel between the blonde model’s breasts, so that what was poured into the funnel would end up around the swimsuit-clad woman’s groin.

With the funnel in place, the brunette singer picked up the first jug of custard and carefully poured its contents into the funnel mouth, being careful not to spill any. The cold yellow dessert sauce flooded into the lycra, making the blonde squirm as her sensitive lady parts were sloshed with the vanilla-flavoured goo. A slight bulge became visible in her lower swimsuit. This bulge began to grow outward and upward as the lycra stretched to contain the second and third custard-filled jugs that Leigh-Anne poured down the funnel. Rhian eventually gasped at the feeling of the custard sloshing against and into her pussy.

Seeing this, the brown-haired singer switched her attention to Rhian’s derriere, removing the funnel from the model’s cleavage. Without even pulling out the rear waistband of the model’s swimwear, Leigh-Anne poured the last two jugs of custard over the blonde’s buttocks, coating them in the cold yellow goo.

Rhian gaped in shock at the cold, as she slowly got used to it. “I can’t… believe… how this… feels!” she gasped out.

Leigh-Anne had, at this point, picked up a can of whipped cream and a handful of strawberries. She sprayed a small spiral of cream into the valley between the blonde’s tits before scattering the strawberries into the cream. She then squirted another layer of cream over the strawberries before adding yet more strawberries to this. The Afro-Caribbean-English singer repeated this until Rhian’s boobs were heavily-covered in cream-slathered fruit.

Rhian shook her head in disbelief. “I must look a right state!” she laughed.

The brunette singer chuckled. “Yeah, you do!” she agreed. “Now, there’s a certain matter of being dunked in all of our slop. Please, go and take your seat while we gather up the additions for what was used last time.”

Flashing the camera a grimace, Rhian climbed up onto the seat which hung out over the smelly, greenish-brownish-grey slop. As she did so, a second trolley was wheeled on-stage. In moments, two stage-hands had added to the tank, two buckets of porridge, a jug of honey, what looked like the coarsely-blended remains of a variety of sweet and savoury pies, a bucket each of green, purple, blue and orange gunge and a bucket of custard.

Leigh-Anne looked up at the squirming blonde. “How’s it smell up there, Rhian?” she asked cheekily to jeers from the audience.

The busty glamour model scrunched up her nose at what was wafting into her nostrils. “It smells foul, Leigh-Anne!”

“Oh, I’m sorry to her that,” replied the singer sarcastically. Before grinning evilly at the blonde woman. “Rhian Sugden, the audience’s wallets have spoken. It’s time for you to take our fifth Celebrity Healthy Dunking.”

As the audience cheered and cat-called, Rhian felt the chair drop out from under her. She wound up belly-flopping into the dirty-looking muck below. With a splash, she disappeared under the surface before eventually coming back into view. Her trademark blonde locks and gorgeous figure were smothered in the disgusting mucky-looking lumpy slop.

Pulling the two nurses over to her, Leigh-Anne posed with the slop-covered blonde as a backdrop. “I’m afraid that’s nearly all we have time for, ladies and gentlemen,” she said, wrapping her arms around the waists of the two pretty nurses. “Now, it’s over to you, the viewing public, as Sue and Sally here put their fates at the mercy of the click of your mouse. As before, the producers are also accepting suggestions for the forfeits which could befall our unlucky loser. The polls will close at 19:00 GMT tomorrow (Sunday 22/12-19). See you next time, good night!”

Television viewers’ screens cut to the familiar view of the two nurses separated by a green panel containing a large yellow “V” with their names superimposed over their images as the same voice-over repeated how to vote.

A/N: and here’s the start of the first Semi-final. Hope you enjoy it. Looking forward to what forfeits you all come up with this time around. 

Also, the poll for who gets dunked in the second Semi-final has now closed with Pixie Lott just coming out ahead by 1 vote and a total of 50.77%! Thanks for voting.

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The show begins with Natalie wearing a tight white dress, sat behind her desk. A festively decorated Christmas tree stands at the side, with lots of wrapped presents underneath.

“Good evening and I’m glad you are able to join us for our first update show of Natalie’s Xmas Football Quiz. We’ve got a lot to fit into tonight’s show:- There’s a scores update as 2 matches have now been played in the competition; the mini gunging contest result between Anna and Orla; my Xmas Presents, and the revealing of the contestants for our next mini gunging contest”

“Two of the six matches have been played in the quiz with Everton and Arsenal drawing blanks in a scoreless stalemate and Chelsea 2-0 victors against Spurs.

“No quiz entrants were able to predict the exact score of either match which would have been worth 4 points, but 3 did predict an Everton draw meaning their nominees Sarah-Jane, Jacqueline and Amber get 1 point, and 5 did predict a Chelsea win which means Kelly, Perrie, Mabel, Madison and Charley all get 1 point as well.

Standing up, Natalie made her way purposefully to the middle of the studio where the large overhead TV monitor was.

“Let’s see the scores on the doors!”

“Very interesting and extremely close. We have 8 ladies on 1 point and the remaining 7 scoreless. We have used the current voting in the ongoing online poll for viewers to choose their favourite, to rank each lady. As you can see if the competition were to end today then Kelly, Sarah-Jane and Perrie would be 1^st  2^nd and 3^rd respectively, and would be facing quite a messy time on the final results show. Bela would also be in line for a messy booby prize for her last position.

“Just a reminder that the online poll is running for the entirety of the quiz, which will be used for all tie-breakers. So if the scores continue to be close then the votes will play an important part in the final positions. Repeat voting is allowed, although they have to be at least a day apart for your vote to count.”

Natalie: “I have great delight to announce that our quiz leader Kelly is with us this evening.”

Kelly

The model walks on to join Natalie. She is wearing a short black dress showing off her curvaceous body and black high heel shoes.

Natalie: “Hi Kelly. How does it feel to be currently in first position?”

Kelly: “Not too bad at the moment but let’s put it this way, I’d rather be first now than at the end of the competition! As there is only 1 point between us all, I am hopeful other nominated ladies will pass above me over the coming days.”

Natalie chortled “Indeed. You certainly don’t want to be top at the end! Now, there is another reason we have asked you to appear on the show tonight.”

Kelly: “Oh yes, what is that then?”

Natalie: “There is a special prize for the quickest entrant into my little quiz, and lucky for you, or should I say unlucky for you, the viewer that nominated you was the first entrant!”

Kelly put her hands to her face, fearing the worst “Oh no!”

The presenter reveals that she is hiding a custard pie behind her back and with a quick motion, slaps the pie into Kelly’s face.

The audience roar with laughter as Kelly is left with creamy features and custard dripping off her chin onto her dress and into her inviting cleavage, and Natalie smiles as she turns to face the camera to introduce the next segment.

“A nice prize for Kelly there. Haha. During our preview show we announced that Anna Woolhouse and Orla Chennaoui were our first contestants in our mini gunging contests. Please put your hands together for Anna and Orla!”

The camera pans to a desk where the two presenters are sat, before swinging back to Natalie.

“We have guest sports presenter Rachel Bonnetta from the USA to remind us of the rules.”

A pre-recorded video clip flickers onto the large overhead TV screen.

Just as Rachel finishes the fifth and final rule, she is surprised by a bucket of honey poured over her, coating her hair, face and dripping onto her tight shirt.

“Thanks to Rachel there, doesn’t she look sweet! Haha! Now, the chosen match was Spurs v Chelsea which ended up being a 2-0 victory for the Blues, which means neither lady got the exact score, but Anna did predict a Chelsea win. So that means Orla gets 1 point. We’ve also been holding an online vote to see which lady the viewers would most like to see get gunged and with 69% of the vote is….Anna, and she earns herself 2 points. Adding up all the points means that Anna is the winner by 2 points to 1.”

Anna looks up to the heavens and puts her hands on her cheeks, as the realisation that she is going to get gunged sinks in.

Natalie: “As you only got 2 points, then at least you get to keep your clothes on!”

Taking her hand, Natalie leads her ex-colleague to a perspex gunge tank. Opening the door, Anna finds a solitary white plastic chair waiting for her. With a grimace she plonks her shapely bottom onto the seat and nervously looks upwards to see a nozzle pointing directly down on her. At the side of the tank, Natalie smiles to herself as she grabs hold of the lever.

Natalie: “Are you ready for this Anna?”

Anna: “Not really! But let’s just get on with it, the suspense is killing me.”

Natalie: “You mean you want me to gunge you now”

Anna: “Yes! Gunge me now!”

Natalie titters as she tugs down on the lever and replies “If you insist, then your wish is my command”

A gurgling sound is heard before a sudden torrent of green gunge pours down onto the hapless sports presenter. The force of the thick gunge downpour was strong and splashed all over the squealing Anna, quickly coating the upper half of her body. Her brown hair is slathered in the gunky stuff and her white top gets saturated with gunge to make it cling even more to her voluptuous figure. In fact, her top proved to be made of particularly thin material as it turned semi transparent, revealing a black bra underneath that seemed to be struggling to contain her ample bosom. The gunge splashed onto her dark green leather skirt and streamed down her black tights, pooling around her high heel shoes.

After 10 seconds, the gunge flow slows to a trickle and the dishevelled brunette stumbles out of the tank.

Natalie: “The colour of the gunge really complements that skirt you’ve got on.”

Anna just looks down at her gunged front and sarcastically smiles back at her colleague.

Natalie turns to face the camera “That was highly enjoyable! I suppose not for Anna, but definitely for everyone else!”

“I’ve been looking forward to this part of the show as it’s presents time! I’ve been inundated with presents from viewers at home, so I would just like to say thank you very much. You are all too kind! Even though it’s not Christmas Day yet, the producers have allowed me to open up four of the presents on today’s show.”

A stagehand walks on, picks up 4 of the festively wrapped objects from the foot of the Christmas tree and places them onto the desk in front of Natalie. Clapping her hands in excitement, she reaches out for the first present which from its outline is clearly a bottle of something. Glancing at the writing on the gift tag as she unwraps it, Natalie is very pleased to learn that is a bottle of champagne.

“Oooh, this is very nice! I might have a glass or two later on. Thank you very much Al Coholic.”

The second present she picks up is quite squishy and small, and she starts to tear the wrapping paper off, to reveal a pair of black tights.

Natalie pauses for a second before saying “Ok, that’s not the kind of present I was expecting but they are my size, so I’ll probably make use of them. Thank you Russell Sprout!”

With two presents to go, the brunette opts for the larger of the two. It’s relatively heavy and she struggles to get the paper off, as it has been sellotaped several times over. Eventually, she manages to tear it off, to reveal a box containing a pair of wellies.

“Oh! This is different, to say the least. I guess these could be useful when I’m doing the gardening. Hold on, there’s a little note attached. It says ‘Put these on now, Love Joe King ’. I wonder why?”

She placed the wellies on the floor and kicked off her high heel shoes. Just as she was about to put her left foot into one of the wellies, she noticed something unusual. Peering inside both wellies she found to her horror that they had been filled with baked beans

“Urrgghh! That is disgusting! Not sure why you sent these in Joe, but there’s no way I’m putting them on and I’m afraid they are going straight in the trash!”

With a heavy sigh, the busty brunette picks up the last present which is very thin and A4 size. Quickly she unwraps it to reveal it is a gift experience coupon. She reads it to herself before looking directly into the camera with a wry smile. She holds the coupon up so that it is in camera view.

“Very funny Tom! I can confirm that I won’t be coming to your fete! I have no desire to be continually dunked wearing a wet t-shirt  plastered to my tits!”

Boos from the audience rung out, as Natalie tosses the coupon into a nearby paper bin.

Natalie: “Let’s quickly move on! We have two more of my former sports news colleagues here tonight, and they are Hayley McQueen and Kirsty Gallacher. Hello ladies, and thanks for agreeing to compete against each other in our second mini gunging contest.”

Hayley is wearing all white, with white stockings and high heel shoes whilst Kirsty is wearing an all black ensemble with black stockings and high heel shoes.

Kirsty: “I’m not sure ‘agree’ is the right word Natalie! As you know, our contracts oblige us to appear in any TV show that the sports channel wishes us to”

Natalie: “Yes, you don’t need to remind me!”

Hayley: “I’ve recently got gunged naked on the Charity Gunge programme, so I really hope I don’t get it again. It took me ages to get all the gunk out of my hair. I really could do with a gunge-free Christmas.”

Natalie: “You’ll have to make sure you get your predictions right then! The chosen match for your mini contest is the top of the table clash between Leicester and Liverpool which will be played on Boxing Day. Ladies, what do you think will happen?”

Kirsty: “This is a difficult one! However as Liverpool is my favourite team, I’ll have to go for them. I just hope their recent trip to Qatar for the Club World Cup hasn’t sapped their energy too much. I’ll go for a 2-1 victory for the Reds.”

Hayley: “Brendan Rogers is doing a superb job at Leicester and they are doing very well to be second in the table. Although Liverpool have a very strong team, I think they will struggle to beat a buoyant Leicester side. My guess is a 2-2 draw.”

Natalie: “Thank you ladies and good luck! The online poll for viewers to vote for which lady they would prefer to see gunged on our next update show is now open.

“Fingers crossed and hangovers permitting I’ll be back on the 28^th, by which time another 2 matches in the quiz would have been played, and we can see how that changes the positions in the quiz table and which ladies are in danger of a very messy time. Let’s see if anyone can predict the exact result this time! I’ll also (sigh) be opening up some more presents, so I hope they are a little better than the ones I have had today. Although I have a funny feeling that they won’t be, as I know how you lot think!”

“All that is left for me to say is goodbye for now and hope you all have a Merry Christmas!”

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Sat behind her desk, Natalie welcomes viewers with a radiant smile. She is wearing a sexy red dress that shows some cleavage, black stockings and high heel shoes. With a flick of her hair, she sets out what will be on tonight’s update show.

“We’re now well into the quiz with four out of the six matches being played. On today’s update show I’ll be providing an update on the scores, Hayley and Kirsty will find out who has won themselves a festive mini gunging, I’ve got some more presents to open, and we’ll be previewing our third and final mini gunging contest.”

Confidently, Natalie stands up and strides to the middle of the studio where the large overhead TV screen is positioned.

“The latest two games in the quiz have seen a lively encounter at the King Power Stadium where league leaders Liverpool thrashed Leicester by four goals to nil, and a surprise result at Molineux where Wolves beat Man City in a 3-2 nail biter.

“No one got the exact score for the Leicester v Liverpool match, but 7 viewers predicted a Liverpool victory, so that means a point each for their respective ladies:- Kelly, Sarah-Jane, Perrie, Madison, Michaela, Tina and Michelle.”

“Not surprisingly, there were no exact scores predicted for the Wolves v Man City match but 1 viewer thought that Wolves would win, which means Charley gets 1 point.”

“Let’s find out how those two matches have affected the quiz positions”

“Kelly, Sarah-Jane and Madison occupy the first three positions and if the quiz ended today they would be in store for a messy time on the Results Show. Tilly is in last position and is in danger of getting the booby prize”

“Where ladies are on the same number of points, they have been ranked in accordance to the current number of votes received in the online poll. Just a reminder that the poll will remain open until the end of the quiz, and will be duly used in all tie breaker situations. With only 2 matches to go, it really is all to play for and if a lady’s viewer gets an exact score that will earn them 4 points and they will rocket up the table”

“Let’s welcome on my former colleagues Hayley McQueen and Kirsty Gallacher who are playing in our mini gunging contest”

Hayley is wearing all white including stockings and high heel shoes while Kirsty is wearing all black including stockings and high heel shoes.

“We have another special guest from the USA to remind us of the rules – this time its former Pussycat Dolls singer Kimberly Wyatt.”

A pre-recorded video clip flickers onto the large overhead TV screen.

Just as Kimberly finishes explaining the fifth and final rule, she is surprised by multiple buckets of gunge being thrown at her from point blank range, to leave her in a particularly gungey state.

“Blimey, Kimberly looks very gunged there. Rather her than me! Haha.”

“The chosen match for this mini contest was the Boxing Day clash between Leicester and Liverpool. During the last show, Kirsty predicted a 2-1 win for Liverpool and Hayley went for a 2-2 draw. No one got the exact score but Kirsty was correct in that Liverpool would win. Therefore 1 point gets awarded to Hayley. We also have the results of the online poll, and after a very close result the lady attracting the most votes was ……Hayley! So that earns her 2 points. Overall, this means Hayley is the ‘winner’ with 3 points.”

The camera focuses on the blonde sports newsreader as she drops her head in disbelief.

Hayley: “Oh no! I can’t believe I’m going to get messy again. It only seems like yesterday I was hosting the Charity Gunge Show where the viewers voted for me to get gunged!”

Natalie: “You do seem to be popular Hayley. If you can come with me please, and I can take you to your prize!”

Natalie took Hayley’s hand and walked her to a perspex gunge tank. Kirsty followed with a grin as big as a Cheshire Cat. As they reached the tank, Hayley gulped and looked in to see a white plastic chair. It was still covered in green gunge from the previous mini gunging and the blonde scrunched her nose up in disgust.

Natalie: “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t think the studio cleaners work at Christmas, so that chair is still a bit gunky from when Anna got gunged during the previous show.”

Kirsty: “Do you need any help Natalie?”

Natalie: “I guess you could pull the lever if you wanted to.”

Kirsty smiled mischeviously towards her blonde colleague “Yes, I think I would like that”

Hayley rolled her eyes and stepped into the tank before sitting slowly on the gunged seat. Her shocked expression revealed that the gunge was already soaking into her skirt.

Kirsty: “Hold on a minute, didn’t Hayley get 3 points”

Natalie: “Oh yes you are right. Sorry Hayley but you need to come out and strip to your underwear!”

A loud ‘tut’ was heard as the 40 year old stood back up. As she reached for the top button on her white top, striptease music suddenly started to blare out. One by one, Hayley popped her buttons and took her top off, to reveal a lacey white bra with her ample tits threatening to spill out. Next was the zip on her skirt and once unzipped she let the garment fall to the floor. The audience wolf whistled as this revealed she was wearing an all white lingerie ensemble of bra, knickers, stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes.

Natalie: “Very sexy! It’s almost as if you had come specially prepared”

With a cheeky smile, Hayley did a 360 degree twirl for the camera, before taking her seat again in the tank. As she craned her neck upwards, she could see a nozzle pointing directly down at her.

Kirsty had her hand on the lever and laughed as she firstly told Hayley she was glad she had won and not her, and then secondly pulled down sharply on the lever.

A sound of gurgling could be heard before a torrent of thick grey slime descended onto the hapless lingerie-clad presenter. Even though she had been gunged many times before on previous CSWL type shows, she still squealed as the slime poured all over her, coating her blonde locks, into her cleavage filling her bra up, into her lap, and down her stockinged legs.

After a short while the downpour slowed until it was just a trickle with the final gungey drops plopping onto Hayley’s head. The door was opened and the very dishevelled lady made her way out. Trying to look as dignified as you can wearing just underwear and coated in grey slime, Hayley put her hands on her hips and did a cheeky wink at the camera, as it focused on her for a few seconds before panning over to Natalie who had returned to her desk.

“Hmmm, it’s now time for me to open up some more of my presents from the viewers at home.”

A stagehand walks on, picks up 4 festively wrapped objects from the foot of the Christmas tree and places them onto the desk in front of Natalie.

With a wry smile and a sarcastic undertone, the busty lady commented “Let’s see what you guys have got me this time.”

The first present was very small, and once unwrapped, a small amount of bright yellow cloth was revealed. Trying to figure out what it was, Natalie stretched it out before realising it was the tiniest slingshot bikini she had ever seen. A roll of the eyes and a shake of the head followed, before she looked directly at the camera “I won’t be wearing that on the show, thank you very much! But I think my boyfriend may well appreciate it, so I’ll keep it for an appropriate time!”

Picking up the next present, Natalie tore the paper off to reveal a packet of custard powder and a note.

“Strange, let me read out the note…”

“….VERY FUNNY!”

With a flick of her hand, the note flew like a dart into the bin.

With a sarcastic tone, the presenter looked into the camera “I wonder what other lovely treats I’m going to get!”

The third present was thin and A4 sized, and proved very easy to open. A piece of cardboard was unveiled and Natalie quickly read the writing. Immediately she started to smile and held it up so that the camera could focus in on it.

“I like this present. I’ll have to think about who I pick and what they wear, so it’s another reason for you all to tune into the Final Results Show!”

“Ok, onto the last present for today….”

The way it was wrapped and the fact that it was soft, gave Natalie the impression it was some kind of clothing. She was proved to be correct as she unwrapped it and held up a white t-shirt. With a wry smile she turned the t-shirt around so that the camera could see what was on the front.

The audience laughed as Natalie rolled her eyes again “Not only is it not true, it’s also several sizes too small for me and would struggle to keep my tits from be bursting out!”

Someone from the audience shouted “I think that’s the point. Haha!”

“Very funny! I think I’ve had enough of these silly presents, so let’s move on.”

“In what will be our third and final mini gunging contest we have another two of my former sports news reporters, it’s Jo Wilson and Rachel Wyse.”

A long legged blonde walks out and sits at the desk next to Natalie. She is wearing a blue dress, black stockings and high heel shoes.

Natalie: “Hi Jo, welcome to the show. How are you feeling about potentially getting gunged?”

Jo: “It’s happened to me before on CSWL, so if it happens again then so be it. Anyway, I have got some extra motivation taking part in this contest?”

Natalie: “Oh! Why is that?”

Jo: “You’ve probably noticed that Rachel isn’t here”

Natalie: “Oh yes, I was wondering about that. Where is she? Don’t tell me she’s still in make-up?”

Jo: “No, she’s called in sick. A likely story if you ask me! Anyway, apparently they need a sports news reporter to take her place so you’ve been ‘volunteered’ to stand in for her. So if I win, you get the gunge! Haha!”

Natalie: “What! Who has volunteered me?”

Jo: “It’s the producers as far as I know”

Natalie tutted, and raised her eyebrows, but had a knowing look on her face.

Natalie: “I suppose I’m not surprised! But if I find out that Rachel is faking a sickie, then I’ll be sure to get my own back on her!”

Jo: “Come on then, what’s our chosen game?”

Natalie: “It’s the Burnley versus Man Utd match”

Jo: “Ok then. A difficult match to predict. Man Utd have clearly got the better players but are they going to turn up at a cold Turf Moor on a Saturday night and grind out a result against Burnley. I think not! I’ll go for a boring 1-1 draw.”

Natalie: “I disagree. Man Utd should be too strong for Burnley and if they hit top gear, they could easily wipe the floor with the Clarets. I’ll say 3-0 to United.”

Natalie turned to face the camera “Ok so you know the routine now. The online polls are now open for viewers to pick who they would prefer to be gunged – Jo or me.”

Natalie: “We’ll have the outcome in our Final Results Show”

“Ok, so that’s the end of our second update show. Hope you all enjoyed it. The last match of the quiz is the Arsenal v Chelsea match which will be played on Sunday at 2pm (BST). We’ll be back in a few days after that with the Final Results Show, so make sure you tune in.”

We’re more or less there. Unfortunately there were a few nominations I couldn’t include because I couldn’t find any pics or vids for them, but if you can me point me to some I’ll be happy to add them. Please also let me know of any other errors.

Voting will close at 10 pm on Friday 3rd January.

• Best Celebrity Wamming
• Best WAM Show
• Best Civilian WAM
• The Holy Grail Award
• The Goolitzer Prize
• The Showercap of Shame
• 2010s − Show of the Decade

Vicky Gomersall was relaxing at home with her boyfriend, they’d met after he had been working as part of the crew on one of the CSWL episodes she had hosted but ended up getting messy on when her team Cheltenham lost to Bristol Rovers.

They had quickly bonded despite the 15 year age gap, and when Vicky had accidentally let it slip she enjoyed the being tied up part of the show, but certainly not the messy bit.

 A few days later and she found herself at home handcuffed, and stripped naked by him and after this led to some of the best sex of her life they had continued to experiment.

Her boyfriend was very keen to ensure that any actual bondage ideas were led by Vicky and not himself to ensure she was happy with the situation, something the TV presenter was grateful for.

Vicky was lying against her boyfriend in her tight jeans and top, with as usual for a lazy night her hands cuffed together, she had been talking about the new Total Wipeout show she had been asked to present and would be filming the intro for in the morning.

He teased her about how’d he would love to see her attempt to complete the course with her arms cuffed

This didn’t sound good to Vicky, “But I’d fail everything and get so messy again…”

“Precisely” was all he said as Vicky just shook her head, thinking that she was glad she had ensured with the producers that she would not have to complete the course herself.

She had originally hoped that her boyfriend could have also worked on the show but he was too busy working on Natalie’s Xmas Quiz which meant he didn’t have the time as the crew had much longer hours than either Natalie or the other guests on the show.

Vicky now stood outside a large warehouse, she was wearing a thick long coat over a dress and some high heels holding a microphone as she was being battered by the wind, fortunately for her the rain her died down for her to record the mini segment.

“Hello, and welcome to our program, I am Vicky Gomersall and I will be the presenter of this old but new show.

Total Wipeout, Really Messy Edition!” She smiled as she shouted it.

“Like all good things in 2019 we’ve delved into the past and brought back a show people remember, and of course we have worked hard to improve it.

We will be taking 12 of the most popular celebrity suggestions, or at least the one that we can get in touch with their agents…, and will be tasking them to complete our new Total Wipeout course.

The 12 challengers will be randomly assigned a matchup and the two will compete to complete the course in the fastest time with the 6 winners all heading through to round two whilst the 6 losers will be eliminated from the show.

So if you have any suggestions please get in touch, whilst in the previous era of the show the producers could try and sell the idea of going to warm sunny Argentina unfortunately for us we are stuck in cold wet Great Britain where we have transformed this warehouse behind me into the assault course”.

The camera cut to show just how long and large the warehouse was as a pre-recorded drone flew over the building.

Vicky continued speaking to the camera, explaining how all the contestants would be brought together but how nobody would be allowed to see the course until after they had completed their own run to ensure nobody had an unfair advantage.

She confirmed a special uniform would be provided to all contestants, smirking as she did so, to ensure that everything would be as equal as possible.

“Now please get your votes in, as we do not have much time to get in touch with people before the show starts filming the first round. Otherwise we’ll be walking around the local town trying to get 12 random people to agree to participate.

Before the audio was cut Vicky could be heard still talking

“Guys how do I enter my vote?

I want to nominate my good friend Natalie Sawyer after last time…”

The camera faded to black and a link to the app and website appeared on the screen with various barely legible small text detailing the selection process and content involved in the show.

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On an unusually mild December evening, a well-known Afro-Caribbean popstar walked into the downtown television studio. After exchanging a friendly wave with the smiley young receptionist, she walked into the peaceful surrounds of her changing room. Letting out a somewhat nervous sigh, she quickly changed into a more festively coloured outfit for the evening’s show. After this, she spotted the fresh pot of coffee and wandering over to it, she poured herself a large steamy cup of the bittersweet drink. Then, pulling a trashy romantic novel from her bag, she settled down to wait for the show’s start time.

As she took a sip of her coffee, the door opened and in walked her auburn-haired bandmate. She looked up in surprise. “Jade, what are you doing here?” she asked in apparent surprise, even though she knew the real reason.

“Hi, Leigh-Anne,” replied the smiling auburn-haired singer. “It seems the producers thought you’d need some help tonight, so they asked me to come and back you up.”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Leigh-Anne, hiding her smirk behind her coffee mug as Jade walked over to  the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. They both settled down side-by side after Jade had changed for the show. They began absentmindedly predicting what would happen on the show until there was a knock on the door from their stage-hand/guide.

Shortly after the two singers had made their way on-stage, the jaunty jazz theme tune was piped through the various speakers around the studio, switching halfway to a butchered jazz-style rendition of ‘Jingle Bells’. The lights came on revealing the familiar logo-festooned walls and floor with Christmas Trees scattered amongst the various gunge tanks. In the middle of the floor stood the two singers. While Leigh-Anne was wearing a pair of red vinyl trousers and a matching bra while Jade had chosen a black racer-back swimsuit with white trim, which showed off the writing she had tattooed down her spine. She had put a red ‘Santa’ hat on over a black baseball cap.

A/N: apologies for the bad photo-shopping of the hat, below.

The two bandmates smiled and waved to the audience as the cameras focussed in on them. Red-clad Leigh-Anne stepped slowly forward. “Hello, I’m Leigh-Anne Pinnock!” she cried out.

“I’m Jade Thirlwall,” interrupted the auburn-haired woman.

“And this is Immerse the Nurse!” finished Leigh-Anne. “The show where the lovely nurses of various hospitals risk a thorough messing to raise extra funds for where they work and this is our first Semi-final Results Show. Now, let’s welcome back our two lovely contestants. Sue and Sally, come on out here!”

Applause and cheers from the audience filled the air as the two blonde nurses walked into view once more. As before, Sue’s dark-blue tunic was held closed by a red belt and she wore navy-blue shoes on her feet, while Sally wore hers with a white belt and white shoes. They both smiled widely as the walked over to where Leigh-Anne and Jade were waiting.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the two blondes. “Welcome back to the show, ladies,”  she said smilingly. “I suppose you’re both anxious about the result of the public vote, right?”

The two blondes looked at each other and shrugged. “Yes!” they both replied.

“Can we, please, get on with this?” begged a nervous-looking Sue. “Any more waiting is going to kill me!”

Jade walked up again, having wandered off to pick up a familiar envelope from a nearby table. Grinning she handed it over to Leigh-Anne. “Don’t worry, Sue,” commented the auburn-haired singer mockingly. “You’ll find out in a moment. Have a read of that, Leigh-Anne.”

The dark-skinned brunette smiled, pulling the piece of card from inside. “Well, this was quite conclusive in the end,” she announced, grinning at the two quivering nurses. “And the winner, with 61% of the vote, is… Sue!”

“Seriously?!” shrieked the delighted red-belted nurse.

“Yes, Sue, you are through to the final,” chuckled Leigh-Anne. We’ll get around to Sally in a moment, but it appears there is something that we need to address from when we introduced this Semi-final, don’t we, Jade?”

The other singer giggled. “Yes, we do, Leigh-Anne,” she replied. “So, could Rhian Sugden join us again, please?”

With a confused look on her face, the model with blonde bombshell looks walked out onto the stage wearing a strappy red bra, an  equally strappy-looking red thong, red suspenders and sheer stockings. She stalked over to where the two presenters were waiting. “Okay, you two,” she scowled. “What is going on?”

Leigh-Anne smirked at the blonde model. “Welcome back, Rhian,” she giggled. “It seems that our collectors made a serious mistake during the last episode. Somehow, they didn’t count ten pounds!”

“Wait!” shrieked the leggy, busty blonde. “You’ve already sent me into the slop. You can’t dunk me again just ’cause someone missed a tenner!”

“Whoops!” laughed Jade. “Someone didn’t read the small-print of their contract!”

Rhian’s face turned white. “What do you mean?”

“Due to small-print clause three,” chuckled Leigh-Anne. “Which basically states that any guest who appears once on the show, consents to come back for more.”

Rhian’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap!”

“Oh, yes!” chorused the two singers in unison, before continuing in ‘twin-speak’. “Those ten extra pounds mean that you should have been dunked in the nude.”

Rhian began to back away from the two presenters, but the two singers-turned-presenters grabbed her by the wrists. “So, you’re rather over-dressed, Rhian,” snarked Leigh-Anne. “Because we’re going to rectify that oversight momentarily.”

Jade chuckled. “But, don’t worry, you won’t be dunked in the same mucky slop as before.”

“I won’t?” interrupted the blonde.

“No, you won’t!” continued Jade. “We’ve got a tank filled with lovely gravy for you this time!”

“Ughh!” groaned Rhian.

“Don’t make me remind you again, Rhian,” interjected Leigh-Anne. “You, are, over-dressed. Lose your bra and knickers, girl, before I cut them off you!”

The busty blonde model pouted at the brunette singer. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached behind her back and unclasped the straps of her bra, loosening the lacy item. She then pulled her arms out of the remaining straps and flung the bra into the audience. A chorus of wolf-whistles rose from the audience as her tits were now bared to the world. A hint of a blush shaded the blonde’s cheeks for a moment, as she reached down to the waistband of her red thong and pushed it over the curve of her arse and let it fall to the floor where she kicked it aside to skid across the floor to be scooped up by a souvenir-hunting audience member.

Leigh-Anne took the now-nude blonde by the arm and led her over to a different dunk tank to the one used on the previous episode. Rhian climbed onto the seat of this tank and looked apprehensively at the thick brown liquid over which she was perched.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the teetering blonde. “Well, Rhian, how does it feel to be copping a second dunking?”

The buxom blonde glared at the singer-presenter. “What do you think, Leigh-Anne?!”

The dark singer grinned slyly. “I think you are a bit too angry and need to cool off!” she retorted. “Rhian Sugden, rectifying a miscount… you’re taking another dunk!”

“Eeeek!” screamed the blonde as her seat dropped from under her. In seconds, for the second time in a week, Rhian was plunged into a vat of goo. The dark brown gravy splashed upwards as her curvy body broke through the surface. After a moment of trying to figure out which way was up beneath the custard, Rhian stood up and emerged coated in the dark brown savoury sauce from the top of her head down.

Leigh-Anne grinned. “Oh, how yummy she looks,” she joked. The audience groaned in reaction. “We’ll just leave Rhian there for now. I’ve been informed by the producers that we have some forfeits for our unlucky losing nurse that may require Rhian’s participation!”

Jade laughed. “Oh, dear, she won’t like that!”

Leigh-Anne rolled her eyes at her bandmate as she walked over to where Sally was waiting. The blonde nurse in white shoes was staring at the floor in an attempt to calm herself.

The brunette singer-presenter took her gently by the elbow and led her up to the large glittery purple top hat. Leigh-Anne gave the blonde an encouraging smile. “Well, Sally, you’ve seen what just happened to Rhian,” she began. “Now, however, the public voted to send Sue through to the final. That means that you have to pick to forfeits out of our hat. So, in your own time…” She motioned the blonde towards the paper-filled hat.

Sally grimaced as she reached an arm into the hat and removed two crumpled balls of paper. She tossed them over to Leigh-Anne who unrolled the first one and burst out laughing. “Oh, I think we’re about to see the real reason Jade turned up tonight!” she chuckled. “Sally, you just picked out a forfeit that means the you, Rhian and Jade get gunged while you’re all naked.”

The blonde nurse’s eyes widened. “Oh, God! You’re not joking, are you?”

Leigh-Anne smirked. “Of course I’m not joking!” she laughed, “There are three nude gungings coming up!”

Dripping custard on the floor, Rhian had managed to clamber out of the dunk tank and had wandered over to where the other four were waiting. “Okay, I just about heard what you just said,” grumped the blonde-haired model. “Whoever the viewer is who came up with that, you’re cruel!”

Jade smiled wryly. “Yeah, that’s imaginative, but cruel,” she shook her head at this. “And I thought I was going to stay clean!”

Leigh-Anne snorted. “Jade, the viewers have taken what you said when you signed off at the end of Match Four as a challenge. They wanted to bring you back for more.”

“I shouldn’t have looked so happy to finish up!” groaned the auburn-haired singer.

“Maybe,” said Leigh-Anne in contemplation. “But, now, two of you ladies are wearing a bit too much.”

Glaring at her bandmate, Jade slipped the straps of her swimsuit from her shoulders and rolled it down her body until it simply dropped to the floor as she covered her chest and groin with her arms in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty.

Next to her, Sally nervously unbuckled her belt before unbuttoning her tunic. She then slid the dark-blue uniform down her curves before she let it fall to the floor, leaving the sexy blonde nurse clad only in a floral-patterned white bra and knickers, sheer black tights and red-soled white high-heeled shoes. She then slipped her shoes from her feet before rolling the tights down her legs until she was able to slip them off her feet. Briefly striking a pose in just her bra and knickers, she got a brief burst of wolf-whistles from the audience.

Steeling herself for what she was about to do, Sally reached up behind her back and unclasped her bra before letting it drop to the floor. There came another chorus of whistling and cheering as her large tits were revealed to the audience’s view. Emboldened by the cheering, she slid her knickers over her buttocks and down her thighs to her ankles where she stepped out of them. Appreciative cheers rose from the audience at the sight of the blonde’s hot body and those of the other nude women.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the three sexy naked women around her. “Well, ladies, if you look behind you, you’ll find a metal stool. Please, take a seat.”

Sally, Rhian and Jade spun around and found the metal stools as Leigh-Anne had said. What the brown-haired singer hadn’t mentioned was that each stool was surrounded on three sides by glass walls. The three nudes looked at each other as the audience’s cheering rose in a crescendo. Shrugging, they took their seats, perching on the uncomfortable metal furniture.

Leigh-Anne chuckled at the facial expressions of the three others, from the nervous Sally to the exasperated Rhian and Jade. She walked up to an obviously fake over-sized plastic lever and wrapped her hand around it. “Well, it’s time for Sally’s first forfeit, ‘A Gunging with Rhian and Jade’,” she announced thoughtfully, placing a hand on the lever as the mentioned women cringed while the audience cheered. “And I do believe that it’s time to see what that does.”

With a smirk, the brunette singer pulled the lever, which, at least to the eyes of the audience and those watching at home, appeared to release a torrent of green gunge over the three women from above them. The sticky glue-like green liquid sluiced over them. They found their heads, chests and shoulders coated in the sticky green goo. After a few moments. the flood of slimy gunge changed from green to an almost toxic-looking purple. When the flow of gunge finally ceased, two formerly-immaculate women and one gravy-soaked woman were striped in cruciform patterns of green and purple goo. Jade hung her head dejectedly as slime dripped from her body. A couple feet away, Sally grimaced as globules of goo rolled down her face.

With a glance at the three slime-soaked ladies, Leigh-Anne unfolded the second crumpled piece of paper. “Let’s see what your next forfeit is, Sally,” she said, reminding the blonde nurse that the evening wasn’t over for her, as she read what was written on the paper. “Ooohh! This could be hot! ‘Nude Gunge Tank Snog with Rhian’ is not what I expected! But, it’s what you pulled out of the hat! In case you’re both wondering, we happen to have a gunge tank big enough for two people to stand in, over here.”

Leigh-Anne pointed towards a corner of the stage. All eyes followed her gesture to see a large glass booth with an almost full-length glass door. Two raingear-clad stage-hands then helped the two slime-covered blondes across the stage to the “inviting” booth-style gunge tank. When they stepped inside, Sally turned and looked back at Leigh-Anne. “So, what d’you mean by a ‘Gunge Tank Snog’?” she asked.

“Er, I thought it was self-explanatory,” stuttered the singer-turned-presenter. “You kiss Rhian and then I flick this switch here.” The brunette rested her hand on a switch bolted to the side of the gunge tank as a stage-hand closed the chest-high door of the tank.

Rhian and Sally looked at each other, slowly leaning towards each other with Sally swallowing hard as they did so. After what seemed like an eternity, the two messy ladies’ lips met, their lips sliding open as their tongues tentatively appeared to duel for supremacy inside their mouths. Seeing the two blondes beginning to get into the kiss, Leigh-Anne flicked the switch. A flow of lumpy, thick cranberry sauce cascaded down on them from above.

The runny-yet-lumpy fruity sauce flowed over the two now-amorous women as their arms began to roam over each other’s curves, both of them taking cheeky squeezes of the other’s buttocks intermittently. Meanwhile, the slightly-sticky fruit began to fill the tank, making them both squirm and moan into each other’s mouth as it flowed upwards over sensitive areas of their bodies. Eventually, the downward flow stopped when the only body parts still visible above the cranberry sauce were Sally and Rhian’s heads, shoulders and the upper curves of their breasts.

Leigh-Anne sashayed away from the gunge tank holding the two blondes. “That’s nearly all we have time for, I’m afraid,” she paused as the audience let out a faked collective “Awww!” of disappointment. “This was our Christmas get-together. Join me next time for the second Semi-final, the Immerse the Nurse New Year Party and after all your votes, Pixie Lott will be facing a dunking. See you then, good night!”

A/N: that was Semi-final One. Hope you all had a good Christmas and that you have a Happy New Year!