Kate Mason stepped out onto the stage, she was wearing a tight grey dress and her hair down, she was relieved to be back hosting her own show and was looking forward to gunging some more people.

This desire had only been heightened by her recent loss and appearance on Horse Racing Roulette, having been covered in thick chocolate sauce in a gungetank had reminded her how much she preferred being the one messing up someone and not the person on the receiving end, she had spent ages trying to clean the mess out of her hair and had no intention of repeating it.

Alongside Kate stood a somewhat slightly concerned but ultimately cheerful Laura Tobin who appeared to be wearing skin-tight latex trousers along with a purple long-sleeved turtle neck jumper and high heels.

The two women chatted amongst each other pretending to not know that the show had begun, eventually they turned to look at the camera.

“Oh, sorry about that I didn’t see you there. Welcome to the third episode of Bet Your Own Back I am Kate Mason and tonight I am joined by a special guest Laura Tobin” Kate said pointing to Laura who smiled and waved to the camera.

The two women then walked towards the cages that were at the back of the stage, Kate was able to interview Laura as she stood next to one.

“Yeah it’s a real nerve-wracking experience knowing you are locked inside and all of the people sat across from your in the audience are going to be deciding your fate” Laura said thinking back to the previous episode when she had been the gunge victim of Kate Garraway.

Kate took back over as the show moved on, “It is now time to meet our first guest she is a well known UK TV personality, and also made using a shower famous on a TV show, it is of course the wonderful Myleene Klass” Kate shouted to a thunderous applause from the audience.

Myleene walked out in a golden wrap dress, she hugged Laura before Kate and then stood in between the two presenters, who asked her to explain the girl she was bringing onto the show.

“Well you already alluded to it earlier Kate, I was the first one to make famous wearing a small bikini on I’m a Celeb, and then others have followed my trend, none more so than Gemma Atkinson and so that it why I’ve decided to bring her on tonight, and hopefully gunge her in a bikini!”

At this Gemma was marched out onto the stage by the security guards, she had her arms cuffed in front of her, the guards opened up the cage door and she was manoeuvred inside before being secured to the ceiling.

Gemma smiled nervously to the camera as it zoomed in to show her outfit, some high heels and a short tight black skirt with a smart white top tucked into it, she was then offered a chance to plead her case by Kate.

“You can’t blame me for taking a shower, I had no idea that Myleene had done the same thing previously, I wasn’t going to wash elsewhere and I had my bikini with me so it just made sense” she said although it looked like she was trying to hide a smile that made Kate suspect she wasn’t being completely truthful with her answer.

Laura took over, “Now our next contestant comes from over the pond. She is a sports reporter and has a close friendship with her intended victim I am told. Please give a warm welcome to Dianna Russini”

The American broadcaster confidently strode out onto the stage and joined Laura and Kate who had returned from Gemma’s cage.

Laura asked Dianna to provide the name of the person and the reason why she wanted to gunge them. “I have come on tonight to gunge Katie Nolan, we have been good friends since we met working on baseball coverage in the USA.

But when we went to the last award ceremony it turns out Katie wasn’t on the list, I think she might have offended someone who organised it on YouTube, and so I came up with an idea to sneak her in.

Anyway, once we were inside, she ditched me for some hot sports guy and I was left by myself for most of the night or 3^rd wheeling. So that Is why I want to gunge her and so she learns to respect our friendship some more.

After this explanation from Dianna Laura headed towards the second cage just as Katie Nolan was led out in handcuffs just like Gemma had been, Katie was wearing her dress from the award ceremony just like Dianna was and knew that if she lost her favourite red dress would be ruined forever.

When Katie was offered the chance to make her excuse she simply laughed before adding “Sorry babe, he was just so hot” Laura made a comment about how she knew which of the two girls she would be voting into the gungetank.

“Fortunately Laura it isn’t down to you, remember audience members you can now take your time to vote for whether you would like to see Myleene Klass get revenge on Gemma Atkinson in her bikini or would you like to see Dianna Russini gunge Katie Nolan in her stylish award ceremony dress?” Kate said as she led Laura over to another section of the stage.

“Now whilst our audience members think about who they would like to gunge we have a special bonus part of this episode as Laura has very kindly volunteered to help out tonight.”

Kate said with a smug grin as Laura scoffed at the idea, she had willingly volunteered thinking back to the previous episode when she had been gunged and had her going home clothes trashed as well by Kate.

“Over the previous week we have asked viewers to send in suggestions for what they’d like to see you face Laura, would you like to hear some of the ones we didn’t pick?” she added gleefully.

Laura shook her head, but Kate wasn’t going to stop as she teased some of the ideas such as being covered in gloss paint which Laura was relieved to hear wasn’t what she would be facing, after a long list of horrible stuff had been read out Kate finally moved on to reveal Laura’s fate.

She was told to remove her purple jumper which revealed that her latex trousers actually formed part of a latex catsuit which she was wearing, the zip at the front only went high enough to ensure her cleavage was on show, much to the audience’s approval. Lots of ‘Ooooohs’ could be heard as she removed the top.

A fake green screen was brought out and Laura was instructed to stand in front of it, on this green screen a somewhat fake looking map of the UK had been placed on it and Laura was handed a long ruler.

She quickly realised where Kate was going and so when Kate pointed to the autocue Laura began speaking.

“Good afternoon and welcome to the weather forecast I’m Laura Tobin, we are expecting some light showers today” at this moment a bucket of water was poured onto her head from above causing the weathergirl to stop speaking, as the water gushed down over her head and quickly found a path inside the catsuit via her cleavage.

“Following on from that the outlook will improve as we are expecting some sunny spells” at this a torrent of custard was poured over her head leaving her a yellow and soggy mess, however as she wiped her eyes now giving up the pretence of pointing to the now ruined map she carried on.

“From the east we’ll be experiencing some snow, as she did this some white gunge was sprayed at her from the ‘east’ and Laura could only laugh as she carried on trying to remain professional.

She then said the next line “Once the cold has moved on it will be time for the flowers to immerge” Laura was taken completely by surprise as a inundation of flour was dumped onto her head, she looked up as a second loud covered her face causing her to cough up some much to everyone’s amusement.

“After this it will be time for some more heavy rain to finish us off” she said this time fully expecting the water to coat her, as she allowed it to wash off some of the flour but left her unaware her cold nipples were now showing through the thin latex material.

Things got worst for Laura next as she was made to follow Kate over to a wooden stockade, she placed her neck and wrists in the slots provided which ensured she was bent over at a 90 degree angle, as the wooden beam was slotted in above her securing her in place.

The helpless weather presenter looked on in horror as some large containers were brought out and placed on front of her by the ‘security guards’ played by the backstage crew. Kate picked up the first ne containing porridge and slowly poured it over the disgusted Laura’s head.

She was unable to stop the thick lumpy porridge from covering and mixing with her hair before it flowed down the arch in her back, before sliding off her bum onto the floor, after this treacle, eggs and then chocolate sauce were all poured over Laura’s face and back.

Before Kate picked up some pies she walked around to Laura’s back and smashed the first one into her bum sending the pie innards all along her back. After this the next pie went straight into Laura’s face, although normally she enjoyed pie it did not taste as good when mixed with some of the other substances.

Once Laura was removed from the stocks she asked hopefully if her ordeal was over.

“Nearly, but not quite. I’m afraid we can’t have any clothes in our next contraption so I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to remove that outfit Laura” Kate said in a tone that suggested she wasn’t sorry one bit.

Laura reluctantly removed the latex catsuit which took a lot of effort thanks to the mess she was coated in it stuck to her skin far more than it had prior to the start of the show, once naked she carefully followed Kate to the gungetank hidden to the side of the studio. She tried to ensure that she kept her arms in strategic positions to avoid showing her bare breasts and pussy to the audience.

Once sat inside Kate teased her for a while, until Laura had no idea when the gunge was going to come or not, after this Kate finally yanked on the cord hard enough and the green gunge splurged out down onto Laura’s head before cascading down her naked body.

She was torn between wiping her eyes and clearing her face but knowing it would mean no longer shielding her privates and so sat helplessly as the gunge onslaught continued to coat her.

Laura was at least glad that the gunge felt warm and somewhat comforting compared to the mess from earlier in the show, however the only problem was that she was now sat naked in front of everyone and so couldn’t appreciate that properly.

As the gunge continued to rain down on Laura, Kate moved into the centre of the stage and reminded the audience to get voting whilst the show went for the advert break.

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.

After the specially arranged Horse Racing Roulette show over the weekend, the sports news producers were very keen to screen more of the shows following the cancellation of most of the sporting fixtures for the forseeable future. With horse racing being the exception and set to continue, albeit behind closed doors, the producers began to arrange the schedules around the racing fixtures, in the hope of keeping viewer subscription figures high.

Fresh from presenting the weekends programme, Emma Paton had been chosen to continue fronting the show. In truth she had enjoyed seeing her sports news presenters colleagues get messy and was looking forward to witnessing more dishevelled ladies. 

Above her head, a neon sign flashed up to display the name given for this episode.

With the producers wishing to attract even more interest than the weekend show, they had decided to give the viewers the chance to nominate a celebrity lady to take part in this upcoming episode.

Emma explained further “We will be picking a selected horse race that will be run on Wednesday. The race that will eventually be chosen will largely depend on how many nominations are received from viewers. The deadline for nominations will be 8pm Tuesday (BST) and a preview show will be screened later that evening, revealing the selected race and allocating each lady a horse (to be done in alphabetical order). The horses that finish in the top three in the race will see their respective lady representatives receive a messy experience on the Results Show.”

Authors Note: Another quick story for a bit of fun! If you want to take part, put your celebrity lady nomination in comments below (GGP Quarter-Finalists excluded for obvious reasons)

This story is purely a work of fiction. The story does NOT describe real events and the characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real events or persons is coincidence. 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.

Sarah Crane was sitting in the comfortable chair in the Mercley bar, sipping her Margarita, watching the young woman across the table and desperately trying not to show her thrill. She had always known, that she was born to be a TV star, combining good looks, saccharine on-screen personality and instincts of the great white shark, but unfortunately nobody seems to notice that in her 28 years long life, at least till now. The woman across the table, Mary Adams, renowned TV producer just offered her to be the sole presenter of the new late night show called “Queen of the Wolfs pack”. Sarah was over the moon, but she was ready to play hesitant and try to rise up her potential salary.

Sarah: So Miss Adams, you are saying that, it will be a game show competition decided by public voting with forfeits for the losers?

Mary: Yes my dear, and please call me Mary. We found out that significant segment of viewers enjoys watching someone else humiliation on screen and if you give them a chance to decide, who will it be, it prompts their twisted sense of justice and self-importance.

Sarah: Ah, I see, but if I understand correctly your casting call, the contestants will be encouraged to show their meanest, most bratty and snooty and generally evil behavior in order to win the support of the audience, because the voters should vote for a person, who is suitable to be the “Queen of the Wolfs pack” or, in other words, the most vicious, ruthless, egoistical and unpleasant shrew.

Mary: Yes my dear, that is right, but you should not call our contestants ruthless, snooty or bratty; the better words would be headstrong, goal-oriented with exquisite taste and delicate personality.

Sarah: Of course miss Ada… Mary, but isn´t the whole concept unethical? You are basically rewarding bad behavior.

Mary: A contrary my dear, you fail to see the bigger picture, only the ultimate winner will be awarded the cash prize, while the losers will be granted much needed lesson of humility…

Sarah: And it will be much cheaper for yours TV station

Mary: I do not like, what you are suggesting my dear.

Sarah: Ah, don´t mind me, its actually pretty good concept, I just want to be sure, that my salary will be adequate.

Mary: Of course my dear, I think we will get along just fine.

Two months later, Sarah was waiting in her dressing room for her big break. She was always quite proud about her looks, but tonight she was looking just magnificent. Her long raven hairs were combed in intricate hairstyle and her dark red silk dress stressed her delicate curves. She was quite looking for the first episode, she saw all types of the mess prepared in the backstage and she definitely did not feel envious for the poor gal, who will lose tonight, but on the other side she was glad that there was no chance that the loser should outshine her after her messy makeover. She left her dressing and enters the stage.

Sarah: Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the “Queen of the Wolfs pack”, show in which we will find the ultimate alpha wolf and put all the others would-bes and pretenders in their place. The rules are quite simple; tonight we will present you two contestants who will try to persuade you, that they are the ultimate bad girl and vote for her in the public poll. The winner will advance to semi-finals, while the loser will be left at winner’s mercy or lack of it. Without further ado lets meet our today contestants. We were recording them for a few days just to show you, how their regular life looks. Our first contestant is Ashley “Ash” Summers, 23 years old university student on sports scholarship. The screen behind Sarah starts to show the video:

Voicover: Ash is almost professional athlete, who is solely focused on winning /the video shows Ash running long-distance run and showing one of her opponents until she fall in the mud pool next to running oval while Ash finishes first/. She is the firm believer in the “End justify the means” policy /in the next segment Ash is clearly losing in another run and when she sees, that she cannot beat her opponent, she pretends to fall, her opponent stops in her tracks and goes to check, if she is ok. While she tries to help Ash out of ground, Ash pull her opponent´s shorts down her ankles and return to run, finishing first/ And of course, she believes that weaklings and losers should be punished /in the final segment Ash is bullying some terrified girl with glasses, tearing up the lists from the book she was reading and in the end giving her a wedgie/.

Sarah: Ladies and gentleman, please give a heart welcome to Ash. /Brown haired Ash enters wearing an athletic hoodie, tracksuit trousers and track shoes/ Hi and welcome Ash, are you ready for tonight public judgment? Maybe a little bit nervous?

Ash: No Sarah, I am not nervous, I came tonight to win, I am 100% focused on winning and I am looking forward to destroying the pathetic loser, who dares to oppose me tonight.

Sarah: Oh, some strong words from Ash. Anyway, let’s meet our second contestant, Vivian Elizabeth Mitchell, 28 years old heiress to Mitchell Oil Company.

 Voiceover: Vivian lived her whole life in luxury and she doesn´t take no as an answer /video shows Vivian coming to luxury restaurant , before which a long line of people are waiting to be seated, she effectively skips the front and enters the restaurant, while the people watch in disbelief/, she sees herself better that the common people, or in her words peasants and servants, and likes to show it off /the scene skips to restaurant, where Vivian is sitting with some of her friends, she seems dissatisfied with the wine and shows it, when she throws content of her glass in the face of poor waitress/ and she knows, that she can do everything she wants, because there is no thing she cannot buy with her money /scene returns to restaurant, where the waitress is complaining to the manager of the restaurant, who tries to talk to Vivian, but she just dismiss all his words, give him a hefty sum and ask him to fire the waitress instead/.

Sarah: Lets welcome Vivian /Ginger haired Vivian enters wearing a complicated and obviously very expensive designer green dress and matching high heels/ Welcome Vivian, let me ask, why did you choose to appear on this game show? You obviously do not need any more money, so the cash prize cannot be the reason for your appearance.

Vivian: Well Sarah, to be completely honest with you, I made a friendly small bet for 500 000 dollars with my best friend Natalia, who said, that I would not be able to win this little competition, but because I am satisfied only with perfection, I am sure that I will emerge victorious. Besides it sounds fun to mess up some peasants and tear their dignity and pride, starting with that dim-witted jock over there.

Ash: Watch your kisser you spoiled lazy princess. I will enjoy making you all messy and teary eyed.

Sarah: Ladies, ladies, please calm down, and let our audience to be the judge. We will join you soon with the partial results; the winning lady will have some bonus prize to enjoy at this interim, while the losing one will have the right to appeal to audience to sway the vote. SO LET THE VOTING BEGINS, who will be one step closer to the title of “Queen of the wolf pack” and who will suffer terrible and messy fate?

I will try to post update on the story on friday, and the the results next monday. There should be three other regular episodes, semi-finals and finals. It is my first attempt on story, will be grateful for any feedback. Also if you want to nominate some of your own candidates to appear on show, please write in comments or on my email (karl.f@centrum.cz) and I will try to work it out.

“Hi, I’m Maya Jama, and welcome back to Bonus Ball Battle. We have the results of tonight’s Lottery draw, and we are now able to reveal who will be getting messy. And coming up we have a couple of surprises to make Pie Day”.

Maya made her way over to a screen, which showed a series of images, each with a number written beneath it.

“Now”, she said, “no-one guessed the bonus ball exactly, and would you believe it, on 14th March, the bonus ball was number 14! The closest prediction was number 10, and so Maria Sharapova will be completing our trio of messy challenges”.

The studio audience cheered.

“But, before we welcome Maria, let’s celebrate that today is 3.14 and therefore pie day! Come with me”. Maya gestured towards the camera which panned round and followed her backstage, where a trolley of pies was sat.

Maya wheeled the trolley of pies out on to the stage and was greeted by loud cheers as she arrived. She placed thr trolley at the side of the stage and turned to address the audience.

“Right, as it is Pie Day, we have three volunteers who have each agreed to be pied to help us raise some money for Sport Relief”. There was another round of applause from the audience.

“Please welcome former Arsenal and England international Alex Scott and Olympic champion Jessica Ennis-Hill!”

The two ladies made their way onto the stage, Alex wearing a red polo shirt and black short, and Jessica in a blue polo shirt with white shorts. They stood either side of Maya and waved to the crowd, clearly prepared for what was to come, both ladies had their hair in ponytails.

“Welcome to the show ladies, and thanks for agreeing to take part in our Sport Relief Pie Day Challenge”. Both sports stars smiled and waved again.

“Now, let’s explain how this is going to work, on the trolley behind me are 14 pies”, Maya gestured to the trolley she had wheeled out earlier.

“Alex and Jessica will take it in turns to select a pie and place it on the table in front of them”. Maya gestured to two tables, one with a red gingham cloth, and one with a blue one.

“Once they have selected three pies each, they have a choice, they will take it in turns one by one to push them into their opponent’s face. On the bottom of each pie is a sticker that will reveal a number, after all six numbers have been revealed and all six pies used, the winner will be the person who has the lowest total pushed into their face”.

The crowd applauded and both ladies nodded.

“The loser then gets covered in the remaining pies!”

The crowd cheered again, and the two ladies took their places behind their tables.

“When you’re ready Alex, select your first pie”.

Alex walked over and chose a pie, Jessica followed suit, and this process continued until the two ex professional athletes each had three pies on their table. Their was a sense of anticipation in the room for what was about to come. Seeing two attractive sports stars pieing each other was something that many in the crowd had only dreamed of.

“When you’re ready Alex, why don’t you start us off?”

Alex picked up a large creamy pie which was made up a vast quantity of whipped cream stacked onto a paper plate.

Alex looked almost apologetically at her sporting counterpart as she pushed the thick creamy pie into the athletics legend’s face. She left the plate there in order for Maya to remove the sticker and reveal the number.

Maya tentatively clutched the top of plate, trying to avoid getting any cream on her at all. She held the plate and peeled back the sticker to reveal the number 47.

“47, a great start for Alex”.

Jessica now removes the plate from her face and revealed the extent of the creamy mess that was left behind. She grabbed a towel and wiped some of the cream away before picking up one of her own pies, smiling at Alex, and returning the favour, pushing a large cream pie square in the former footballer’s face.

Maya again was tentative as she tried to reveal the number. She eventually managed to peel the sticker away to show the number 29.

The process was repeated for a second time with the girls getting increasingly creamy. The next number Alex pushed in Jessica’s face was 31, and she then had 38 pushed in her face, meaning there was only six in it going into the final pies.

It was now over to Alex to pick up her final pie, this time she didn’t hesitate in pushing into Jessica’s face. Maya lifted the sticker to reveal the number 15. This meant that the gap between the two ladies was 21. Jessica looked more nervous as she picked up her final pie and slowly pushed it into Alex’s already cream covered face. Maya stepped in and peeled back the sticker, revealing the number 9. Maya stepped forward to announce the result.

“So that means that the lady with lowest total pushed into her face is Alex, this means that Jessica is out loser and will be getting a thorough pieing”. Alex jumped up and down in delight, and Ennis-Hill frowned, wiping some of the cream away.

“We’ll return to that later, but first, please welcome the star of our show, recently retired tennis star, Maria Sharpova!”

Maria walked out on stage wearing a pink top and white shorts.

“Thank you for agreeing to appear on the show at such short notice”, said Maya.

“You’re welcome, this is great cause”.

“Ok Maria, let’s see what three challenges are awaiting you”, Maya teased.

A screen flickered and the revealed three bullet points:

– Ice Bucket Challenge

– pie in the face challenge

– slime dunk challenge

Maria turned and looked at the screen and then looked back at Maya.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Well, the first two seem ok, but not sure about the third one”, Maria replied.

“Ok, let’s get this underway, we start with an ince bucket challenge, or two, Alex? Jess?”

The two contenders from the earlier pie day challenge walked out on stage, each carrying a bucket. Maria stood centre stage, bracing herself for the torrents of freezing cold water that were about to hoy her.

The audience counted down….3…..2…..1……

CRASH! A torrent of ice cold water was emptied over Maria from the two buckets. The freezing cold water soaked her from head to toe and she squealed loudly as the cold water drenched her. Her long blonde hair clung to the sides of her face.

She was soaked. There was no other way to put it, Maria was drenched from head to toe. Before she had time to recover from the shock of her ice buckets, Alex and Jess had been handed large creamy pies which they very quickly smashed into Maria’s face and wet hair. This gloopy cream coated her face and hair, and she looked shocked at what was happening. Some of the cream got into her mouth and she spat some of this out, before brushing some of the cream away.

Finally, Maya gestured Maria towards the side of the stage, where screens were wheeled back to reveal a dunk tank full of thick green slime. Maria, still dripping wet, was helped across stage and gestured to climb the small ladder on the side if the dunk tank. She took her seat and wriggled her feet nervously above the gunge. She looked down and gulped. This looked hideous and she couldn’t believe what she was about to be dropped in.

A target was revealed at the side of the dunk tank, and Maya was handed a tennis racquet and ball. She stepped back behind a white line and took aim, the first ball missed but she wa quickly left with a basket of more balls. After a few more misses, Maya picked up a ball and walked a little closer to the target.

“Well I think we’ve left you waiting long enough”, she said.

She lobbed the next ball at the target, hitting it squarely in the centre. A bell rang and the camera panned to Maria who was plunged into the dunk tank

Maria disappeared briefly beneath the slime, which was classic Nickelodeon green. As she emerged, and was visible from just above the waist, she was almost unrecognisable as the thick green slime coated every inch of her hair, face and clothes. She smiled and blew a kiss to the camera. It was clear that she enjoyed this more than any of the other challenges she had faced.

“What a sport she’s been! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Maria Sharapova!” The Russian ex-tennis star smiled and waved to the camera as Maya walked back to the centre of the stage.

“No to bring the show to a close, please welcome back, Jess Ennis-Hill”.

The former heptathlete re-emerged, she was now wearing a black T-shirt and shorts and was looking nervous. She waved timidly.

“Are you ready Jess?”

The sports star nodded and some music began playing. A host of NFL like cheerleaders emerged on stage, each carrying one of the pies left over from earlier, as the music sped up, they closed on Jess, and two at a time pied her in the face. After the seventh and eighth pies hit the Sheffield-born athlete, she was left, stood centre stage, with cream falling from her face and toon the black T-shirt.

Maya walked back on stage, she thanked Jess, and Alex, and then walked back over to the dunk tank where Maria was patiently waiting for the show to close. Maya thanked Maria and everyone watching at home before closing the show.

As she finally made she way of stage, Maria revealed to a member of the crew that she loved her sliming and was delighted to finally cross it of her bucket list. Jess on the other hand was less happy, and never wanted to see another cream pie again.

Sammy Winward had gotten messy a few times. During her time as Latie Sugden on Emmerdale, she had a bowl of pasta dumped on her head, had her face pushed into a creamy wedding cake and who could forget that famous mud wrestling scene.

Whilst starring in Emmerdale, she had also appeared on kids’ show Ministry of Mayhem where she had been “gunged”, although it wasn’t the best example of a gunging.

Sammy was bored at home, and realised that many other people were also in the same situation. She knew that her messy scenes had been some of the most popular amongst viewers, and that we all needed something to smile about at the moment so she decided to take to her social media.

Wearing a satin green gown from a previous British Soap Awards she posted a video for her fans.

“Hi, it’s me, Sammy, the blonde one from Emmerdale who always seemed to get messy. Well I know you’re all starting to go crazy and getting a little bit fed up so I thought it’d be fun to do something deferent. Over the weekend I’m going to get messy again, in this beautiful green gown. I’m not going to lie I’m a bit nervous but it’s all good fun right? I need you guys to choose how me and my dress get as messy as possible. You have until 9pm on Friday to comment with your suggestions and I’ll pick my favourites to complete. Get commenting!”

Sammy blew a kiss to the camera and the video ended.

She sat back and thought about what she had just done. She laughed to herself, she knew this could be awful, but hoped it would put a smile on people’s faces this weekend.

So get your comments to Sammy posted below. Obviously not all requests will be fulfilled but we will see what we can do!

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 scenes of nudity. 

Early spring snow drifted lazily to the ground, as two blonde women climbed out of a taxi at the doors of the television station’s city centre studios. Huddling into their coats against the snowflakes trying to sneak down their necks, they walked through the doors into the building’s lobby. They were greeted by the usual garish collection of posters for the various shows that had brought the channel its success. They were waved into the changing room by the usual smiling receptionist.

When they closed the door of the changing room, leaving themselves in a cocoon of calm in the hustle and bustle of the studios, the two sisters dropped their bags on the floor and began rummaging through them for the rather sexy dresses they had brought with them for that night’s show. They’d just changed when a stage-hand knocked on the door and led them to the show’s studio.

The jaunty jazz theme tune once again filled the air as the studio lights brightened.

They revealed the studio decorated with red brown and blue versions of the Immerse the Nurse logo. The lights revealed the two blonde sisters once more standing in the middle of the stage, waving cheerfully to the audience. The elder of the two wore a grey minidress which barely covered her bum while the thin straps and low-cut neckline showed off her impressive breasts.

Next to her, her eleven months younger sister wore a navy-blue minidress with sheer sleeves and a low-cut scoop neckline. Like that of her sister, this dress emphasised her curves.

The dark dress-clad woman grinned into the camera. “Hello!” she called. “Welcome to the third preview show for ‘Immerse the Nurse-Season Two’. I’m Sam Faiers and this is my big sister, Billie.”

“Hello, everyone!” said the grey-clad blonde cheerfully from where she stood beside her sister. “The main competition will begin in about a week. But first, we’ll be unveiling who our co-presenters will be.”

Sam grinned. “So, let’s bring out our prospective co-hosts,” she chuckled, brushing a wave of blonde hair over her shoulder. “We have actress Brooke Vincent, followed by ex-CITV presenter Danielle Nicholls.”

Two spotlights came on revealing two brunettes seated in a bank of ten shadowed glass booths of which theirs were lit by the spot-lights. One wore a purple bikini while the other wore a black skirt and a yellow cup-sleeved top. They both grinned cheerfully at the other two women.

Billie smiled at the two women. “Welcome, ladies,” she greeted them both warmly. “Next we have the face of Big Brother, Davina McCall, and Danielle Nicholls’ sister, ex-glamour model Jodie Nicholls!”

The spotlights that revealed the two just-announced women showed a massive contrast in attire. While the brunette Big Brother presenter wore a black pin-striped suit, the blonde ex-glamour model-turned-Twitch streamer wore a white lace bodysuit which showed that she still had her model’s figure. Davina smiled at the camera as Jodie took a nervous glance upwards at the green slime in a large pivoted tank above their heads. The blonde then gave a nervous wave to the camera.

Sam grinned at them before looking into the camera. “Welcome to the show, Davina and Jodie,” she chuckled. “Next up we have ‘The Suite Life’ actress Brenda Song and BBC television nature presenter Kate Humble!”

Two more spotlights came to life, revealing an Asian-featured brown-haired woman in a white one-piece swimsuit and a curly-haired blonde woman in a strappy brown mini-dress and silver high-heeled sandals. They both nervously looked around before briefly smiling and waving to the camera.

At this, Billie appeared to glance at a prompt card. “Next, we have an all-UK pair,” she commented. “We have two BBC  news presenters, Mishal Hussain and Sophie Raworth!”

Another pair of lights revealed the two journalists. Dark-haired Mishal wore a teal-green halter-neck dress which showed how little she wore underneath, as the outline of her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Her blonde-haired colleague, on the other hand, wore a black thong, black and white lace chemise and a pair of black stilettos. Both of them grinned broadly.

The blonde in the grey minidress returned their smiles with an equally wide one of her own. “Back to you for the last two, Sam!” said Billie with laughter in her voice.

The younger of the two sisters smiled. “Next up we have Good Morning Britain presenter Susanna Reid and Mexican ‘weathercaster’ Yanet Garcia!” she called out as the last pair of spotlights warmed up.

The brightening lights revealed the two brunettes sitting like the others inside their own glass booths. Darker-haired Susanna wore a modest white lace dress while Yanet had opted for a short figure-hugging red dress which left her shoulders and upper chest bare while the dress barely covered her butt. Her wavy brown hair spilled over her shoulders. They both smiled widely at the only two confirmed presenters for the series, although those watching could see that their smiles had a nervous edge.

Sam turned so that the camera’s view showed the ten seated women as a backdrop to herself and Billie. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, these ten ladies are our possible co-hosts for this season,” commented the TOWIE star. “However, only five of them will be filling that role. To decide that, we had a public vote and I believe we have a graphic which shows what the results of the poll were.”

A large screen came to life showing a pie chart on a white background with a legend of the ten women’s names beside it. The audience cheered, realising who would be the five extra presenters.

Sam and Billie looked briefly at what was displayed and grinned at each other. Sam then let her gaze rove over the ten women who sat waiting with differing expressions of relief and shock. “Well, that settles that issue,” she remarked. ” Unfortunately, we don’t have another pair of sisters for this series. Yanet, Brooke, Jodie, Sophie and Susanna, please, step out of those glass booths and join Billie and me.”

Throwing a last relieved look at what was above their heads, three blondes and two brunettes joined the two Essex girls. Billie gave the five women who were still seated in the glass booths a hard look. “Well, ladies, you know that you’re not going to leave completely clean, don’t you?” she asked rhetorically, as she reached for a comically large lever beside where the seven hosts were. She got five nervous nods in reply. “Huh, those of you wearing one-piece swimsuits may be about to regret that decision. Actually, that also applies to low necklines!”

With a wicked-looking smile on her face, Billie pulled the lever. Half-height glass doors slammed shut in front of the rejected prospective hosts. Then, the tanks overhead tipped and gallons of lumpy green slime cascaded down over the five unlucky women below resulting in five screams of shock from them as the gooey  green muck first hit the tops of their heads. They all quickly discovered that the necklines of their outfits allowed the slop to flow over and inside their clothes. Brenda regretted her decision to wear a one-piece swimsuit even more than the others with their dresses, suits and low-cut tops. The lumpy slimy slop seeped inside the white swimwear and, staining it green, caused it to bulge out around her while sloshing around her muff.

When the five streams of slime ceased flowing, it left five slime-soaked women sitting in the glass enclosures. Their formerly shiny hair was now matted and tangled, plastered to their heads. The camera panned over each of them as they sat dejectedly dripping with the lumpy goo. When it reached Brenda the home audience got a view of the Asian-American from head-to-toe and back up again.

Sam grinned. “Right, ladies and gentlemen, we’re nearly finished tonight’s show,” she said while the audience groaned in disappointment. “It’s time to find out which hospitals have nominated this season’s contestants from their nursing staff.”

A stage-hand walked on and handed the blonde reality television star an envelope. She tore it open and read what was written on it. “Right, to start us off,” she announced. “Defending champions Bristol Royal Infirmary will be up against London’s Royal Brompton Hospital in Match One. Our second match will see Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Birmingham face Southampton General Hospital. Billie?”

The elder sister grinned. “Match Three is between University Hospital of Wales, Cardiff and, back for a second attempt, Newcastle Freeman Hospital,” read out Billie, smiling to the camera as the audience cheered each hospital name. “Match Four sees the Cumberland Infirmary, Carlisle face Countess of Chester Hospital. Over to you, Sophie!”

“Well, Match Five will see Aintree University Hospital in Liverpool take on Aberdeen Royal Infirmary,” said the lingerie-clad blonde. “And Match Six will be between the returning Queen Elizabeth University Hospital, Glasgow and Raigmore Hospital, Inverness. Care to introduce the last two, Brooke?”

The brunette in the bikini smiled. “Next up we have a Manchester derby in Match Seven between Manchester Royal Infirmary and North Manchester General Hospital,” she announced. “Last but not least, in Match Eight, we take a hop across the Irish Sea for a cross-border clash between Dublin’s Beaumont Hospital and Belfast Belfast City Hospital, neither of which incidentally could figure out who out of their nurses to nominate so both hospitals entered teams of two!”

Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised that didn’t happen in the last series, to be honest!” she commented. “Now, these hospitals are competing via the votes of everyone watching at home for a potential one million pounds in fresh funds. In addition, a number of celebrities have applied to put their dignity on the line to net them a little bit extra in our ickier Healthy Celebrity Dunking!”

Billie cut in at this point. “And we’re going to kick that off tonight,” she announced to raucous cheers from the audience. “Funds raised will be split between all sixteen of our competing hospitals. Now, you may remember that our selection wheel landed on dunkee number four at the end of our last preview show. Well, we can reveal that number four corresponds to none other than… Jenna Coleman!”

The dark-haired Doctor Who and Victoria star stepped into view wearing a strappy lacy black figure-hugging nightdress with a cleavage-enhancing neckline. Jenna smiled as the audience cheered which she acknowledged with a wave of her hand. She walked over to the seven presenters with a hip-swinging sashay to her gait.

As the brunette actress approached, Sam and Billie gave Jodie a nudge forward. “I think you know the drill here, Jodie!” remarked Sam cheekily. “So, we’ll let you handle this!”

The other blonde laughed. “Thanks, Sam,” she giggled. “So, Jenna, you put yourself forward for a fifty percent chance of being in this position. Why?”

The brown-haired actress smiled shyly, fidgeting absentmindedly with her fingers. “Well, considering the pressure healthcare is under at the moment, I figure it was the least I could do,” she replied. “Also, everyone else on the set of Victoria dared me to send in an application over a couple of drinks after we filmed the finale of the last series. So… here I am!”

“And, may I say, you look lovely!” commented Jodie. “For now!”

Jenna grimaced slightly at that. “Err, thanks, I think.”

“You’re welcome!” chuckled the blonde ex-glamour model. “Now, we’re aware that just letting the studio audience donate towards what happens to Jenna would mean that there wouldn’t be much going into the hospitals’ accounts at this stage. So, as this series is bigger and, hopefully, better, donations will be accepted over the next five minutes from all of you at home. When we give the word simply text ‘Nurse’ to ‘48643’ to donate five quid. Now, Jenna, we’ve devised your challenge to the studio and at-home audiences for you.”

“Gee, thanks!” said Jenna sarcastically.

“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen,” continued Jodie. “This show is looking very messy for Jenna. The dunk tank is once again filled with an unimaginable variety of mucky slop. As normal, if total donations top one thousand pounds, Jenna gets dunked. Hopefully it’ll be more than that! Now, if we hit eight thousand, Jenna will be getting a load of rice pudding poured down the inside of her nightie. Lastly, if we hit sixteen thousand, Jenna will be getting dunked nude.”

Jenna’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Please, tell me you’re kidding,” she begged.

“I’m not kidding,” retorted the blonde in white lingerie. “That’s what will happen if those targets are met. Now, if our in-studio collectors are ready, the five minutes for donations begins… now!”

Screens around the studio came to life with a quickly rising tally of the texted donations, as the familiar dozen or so stage-hands emerged from back-stage bearing the usual collection buckets. As Jenna and the seven presenters looked on the on-screen tally kept rising. The brunette actress quivered as she watched the donations climb above seven thousand and close in on the eight thousand pound half-way point.

When the tally of donations climbed past the eight thousand mark, Jodie grinned at the actress who played Queen Victoria. “Jenna,” she teased. “Do you like rice pudding?”

“Noooo!” wailed the brunette, as she spotted Billie and Sam wheeling over a tea trolley carrying seven clear plastic jugs of the lumpy creamy dessert. The seven hosts picked up a jug each and advanced on her. She squirmed as one-by-one the jugs were poured into her nightie’s front and rear neckline. The creamy grains of rice flowed over curves, bulging out the sexy tight item of nightwear. Sam cheekily poured half of her jug of pudding over Jenna’s head, engulfing her face and hair in the slightly-sticky creaminess. The Doctor Who star was left coated in the sweet cereal-based slop, her hair bedraggled. Lumps of cream-covered rice slid down her legs.

A few moments later, a gong sounded telling everyone in the studio that the five minutes were up. As the collectors walked back-stage to count what was donated by the studio audience, the screens around the stage showed that the viewers at home had donated fifteen and a half thousand pounds.

The presenters smirked at Jenna. “Well, Jenna,” taunted Jodie. “Are you ready for what is probably coming your way?”

As the blonde finished asking that rhetorical question, a stage-hand walked into view carrying a familiar glittery gold envelope. The ex-glamour model ripped open the envelope and read the amount written on the paper inside with a grin on her face. “Looovely!” she said, drawing out the word and building the tension in the room. “The amount donated by our studio audience was two thousand nine hundred. Which brings our total to eighteen thousand, four hundred pounds. Jenna, ditch that nightdress, please, and take your seat in our dunk tank…” As Jodie spoke, the screen’s tally adjusted to show the final amount.

The rice pudding covered actress sighed before she reached up and slid the straps of her nightdress from her shoulders. Squirming in embarrassment, she pushed the black lace garment down her sloppy body until it fell to the floor with a splat. This revealed the tiny black silk thong she wore underneath as well as showing her tits to the world before the brunette covered them with her left arm. Her underwear was now stained with the pudding.

With the baying of the audience echoing in her ears, she gave an impish smile and, knowing it was ruined anyway, tore her thong from her body, which gave the cameras a view of her trimmed muff before she covered that part of her body with her right hand.

The presenters crowded in around her and frog-marched her to the base of the dunk tank. “Well, take your seat, Jenna!” said Jodie mockingly, giving the brown-haired actress a gentle push forward.

Resigned to her fate and still trying to preserve her modesty, the slender, pudding-covered brunette clambered onto the seat of the dunk tank. She sat nervously gazing at the murky-looking smelly slop below. She looked beseechingly at the  crowd of presenters who had just stepped back from the tank. “What is this stuff?” asked Jenna incredulously, two fingers clamped firmly over her nose.

“Just the traditional Immerse the Nurse mixture of two months of restaurant leftovers and what was left after the other TV shows featuring gunge,” answered a giggling Susanna Reid. The older brunette winked at Jodie. “Jenna Coleman, you set yourself up for a potential dunking at the discretion of our studio audience and viewers at home.”

“Now, it’s time to take a dunk!” roared the seven presenters.

Jenna’s brave smile slipped from her face to be replaced by a look of worry. An instant later, she felt her seat give way. The pretty brown-haired actress screamed in fright as she felt herself get flung flailing into the air before splashing into the thick dark grey slop below.

Jenna eventually found her footing and stood up only to find that she had been dunked in muck that came up to her chin, leaving her head as a nondescript blob above the surface.

Sam had wandered over to a vertical roulette wheel standing nearby. The names of all seven presenters were written on a segment for each. “Well, let’s find out who will host the first match of this competition,” she said , reaching out and pulling hard on the  wheel which started spinning. It eventually slowed to a stop and everyone could see whose name it pointed to. “And our first match will be presented by none other than Brooke Vincent!”

The purple bikini-clad brunette squeaked. The others gestured for her to sign off for that night’s preview show. She smiled warmly for the camera. “I’m afraid that is all we have time for tonight,” she announced to noises of disappointment from the audience. “Thank you to Jenna Coleman for being such a good sport and thank you all for watching. Join me next time when we find out who the next ‘Healthy Celebrity Dunkee’ will be and meet the nurses from Bristol Royal Infirmary and Royal Brompton Hospital. See you then, good night!”

The seven presenters waved to the camera while the crowd cheered. The view then shifted as the camera panned across the six messy ladies. As it focussed on Jenna,  who was still stuck in the mass of slop surrounding her, the view faded to black and the credits rolled.

And the second pairing is out! Peruse the girls’ pics. Decide their fates.

Poll closes at 10 pm on Saturday 21^st. (First poll is still open for another day)

Sam Quek vs Anna Kendrick

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Emma bounces onto the stage and brings the microphone up to her mouth.

“Hi everyone and welcome to the preview show for Midweek Messy Roulette. Unfortunately things haven’t gone exactly to plan as horse racing has now joined all other sports in being cancelled for the forseeable future! We have 14 lady celebrities who were nominated to appear in the show who are most probably feeling a little relieved…….or are they?”

Dramatic music floods the studio as lights flicker on and off, before focusing again onto Emma “We really don’t want to disappoint our viewers who took the time and effort to send in a nomination so therefore we have decided to carry on with the show!”

Cheers and roars of approval rang out from the expectant audience.

”However, instead of representing a horse in a race, we will be putting all 14 ladies up for public vote. The three ladies who attract most votes will feature on the results show where they will receive their messy forfeits!”

”Polls will close Thursday 8pm (BST) so get voting for your favourite three!”

“Before we go tonight, we are going to head across to the studio next door, where one of my colleagues is presenting a sports news programme live on air.”

A cameraman follows Emma as she makes her way to the adjacent studio where Rachel Wyse is presenting. Rachel stops in mid sentence as she sees Emma approach her.

”Hi Rachel, have you been told about your upcoming appearance on the Midweek Messy Roulette Results Show?

”N-n-no” stammered Rachel in response

”Well, take this as you being informed. And what’s more, we are asking viewers to choose a messy forfeit for you to do on the show, and the most imaginative idea will be used!”

A glum looking Rachel gasps as she takes in the unwanted news. Emma faces the camera with a wily smile “So join us for the Results Show in a few days time. I’m sure Rachel is really looking forward to it. Haha!”

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Noel Edmonds returned to center-stage. “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we settle an issue between two teams of lovely ladies. Please welcome back Torrie, Victoria, and Candice, Vince’s Devils!”

The three ladies walked out to cheers and whistles, cheers that they soaked in, all while displaying an air of superiority.

“Now please welcome their opponents, Trish, Mickie, and Maria!”

The three ladies walked out to more applause, applause that they too welcomed, but without an attitude of conceit. Noel continued “Okay then,you at home have been voting all day over who you want to see get covered in goo. Lets see the results.”

The crowd gasped. Noel and the girls looked stunned. Noel spoke “I, I have never seen this happen. A tie. Well, what are we to do? We could just call it a day and send both teams home clean.” The crowd murmured in uncertainty. The ladies seemed largely okay with this. “Or, or or or, we could gunge them both.” The crowd roared in approval. Trish, Mickie, and Maria looked disappointed by accepting. Candice, Torrie, and Victoria all vigorously shook their heads in disagreement. “Well” began Noel “I dont think we need to put that up to a vote, do we? Ladies, youre all going to get it.”

Trish, Mickie and Maria seemed resigned to their fate, while Torrie, Candice and Victoria continued to protest. Noel ignored their pleas “We are a glass half full program, the fans decided that neither of you should escape. But dont worry, we’ve gunged big groups on this before, we’ve come prepared.”

A portion of the stage moved to reveal the classic Panel Beaters set. “Now” continued Noel, “dont worry, we can fit all of you. We once gunged six people in this before. So, Trish, Mickie, Maria, you can sit on top, Torrie, Candice, Victoria, you can sit on the bottom.” The ladies took their spots. Immediately after they sat, the back part of the wall moved, revealing torrents of gunge in a mini hallway. Noel spoke with a sense of grandioseness, “Well girls, the people decided, and they decided that it was just too close. Take em away!”

The cart moved back slowly. Slimy water began to rain upon the ladies, soaking their hair, clothes, and bodies. Their makeup began to run. Trish, Mickie, and Maria experienced this first, and Torrie, Candice, and Victoria felt just a tad bit anxious as they heard their yelps and whines, knowing that they would experience this in mere moments.

Soon all the ladies were drenched in the slimy water. The next bit of mess to hit them were rotating streams of green gunge. The gunge landed upon their heads, matting their voluminous locks, and staining their vibrant color. The girls all cringed as they felt it seep into their clothes, cringing at both the feeling and the knowledge that their immaculate and expensive clothes were being ruined with goo.

Finally, the cart stopped in the back of hall. Suddenly, and without warning, streams of thick gunge flew staright up the heads of the girls. Trish and Torrie got a jet of red gunge, Mickie and Candice got yellow gunge, and Maria and Victoria got covered in purple gunge. The only one who seemed to enjoy the ordeal was Maria, who tilted her head up, getting a faceful of purple gunge. Trish, Mickie and Maria took handfuls of gunge and rubbed it on the heads of Torrie, Candice, and Victoria, much to the latters distaste. All six ladies were now coated in various colors or gunge, and were still dripping wet.

The cart lurched forward again, bringing the ladies back under the cascades of slimy water, giving them a new coat of mess. They were also reintroduced to the rotating jets of yellow gunge, which continued to coat them. Finally the cart stopped, but it remained inside the deluge, so that ladies had nowhere to go but continue to get messy.

Noel laughed heartily “Well”, he spoke between chuckles, “You ladies certainly look a picture. You know, I think tonight taught a good lesson, to put aside your fighting. Think if this as a team-building exercise, you all went through this experience together!”

The girls could barely hear him, as they continued to get showered. Torrie and Victoria pouted in anger and disgust, while Candice wrung her heads in frustration at her inability to clean herself off. Trish and Mickie simply shook their heads at their fate, while Maria raised her hands in enjoyment of the experience. Trish and Mickie looked somewhat amused at Maria’s reaction, while Torrie, Candice and Victoria looked annoyed that someone could enjoy this experience.

Noel continued to laugh. “Well I hope everyone here had fun. Join us next time for the House Party!”

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“Folks, its time for a little brand vs. brand battle. Thats name of the game right, Smackdown vs Raw? Well, we’re gonna have a little elimination style tournament. This will go on for four nights, and teams will be eliminated until we crown a winner. The teams thay are eliminated, well, are in for a bit of an exit. You the viewer will vote on who should remain. Whoever gets the least amount of votes is out. But lets wait. First, lets welcome our teams. Our first team is repping Monday Night Raw, please welcome, Maria, Candice Michelle, and Mickie James!”

“Next, representing the Smackdown brand, its Michelle McCool, Kristal Marshall, and Jillian Hall!”

“Now, there is more than just Smackdown vs. Raw. We would be remiss if we left out the land of extreme. Please welcome, from ECW, Layla, Kelly Kelly, and Brooke!”

“And last but not last, I would like to welcome the stars of tomorrow. From Ohio Valley Wrestling, please welcome, Katie Lea, Milena Roucka, and Maryse!”

Noel began again, “So girls, anything to say for yourselves?” Candice of Team Raw spoke first. “Raw is the flagship show, and naturally they have the hottest divas. Vote on who you think is superior, which is clearly us.”

Michelle shot back “Oh really? Folks, take one look at me, and tell me im not more attractive. Guess what you cant!” Now it was Layla’s turn to answer back. “Listen to you two. Sure, you may have looks, but we have looks and we can dance. Not too mention, our looks are better.” Katie Lea finished the debate, “Oh god, just a bunch of old names arguing. The people want fresh faces, and thats why Team OVW will carry the day.”

Noel interjected, ending the debate. “So, we have our four teams, but only one will win. And you, the viewer at home, decide who gets eliminated. So without further ado, who should get eliminated in the first round: Team Raw, Team Smackdown, Team ECW, or Team OVW?” The girls all looked at each other with apprehension mixed with confidence. They knew that more than just their pride would be ruined if they lost.

Noel continued “So, be sure to vote and check to see who is deemed unworthy, and therefore be eliminated. See you next time!”

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Sarah: Hello and welcome to the second part of the first episode, where we will reveal the scores so far. Are you nervous girls?

Vivian: Not at all, I am quite sure that I will emerge victorious and will have the pleasant duty of putting this classless gal in her place.

Ash: Strong words princess, but deep down you surely know, that you don ´t stand a chance against dedicated sportswoman like me.

Sarah:  Funny you talk about yours dedication to sport Ash, because tonight we have one of your athletic team mates in the audience, who has quite different opinion. Tess, why don´t you join us on the stage?

/the cone of light stops in the middle of the audience on the petite Afro-American girl with short hair dressed similar as Ash, who gets up and walks toward the stage/

Sarah: Hi Tess, nice to have you here. From what you told us before the start of the show, you don´t exactly share Ash´s opinion about hers sport virtues.  

Tess: Yeah, that is true, I have to say, Ash is not as good at athletics as she thinks. Yes, she is somehow talented, but also really lazy and undisciplined and she owns most of her successes to her dubious tactics and cheating.

Ash: You little viper. You were not so concerned with my tactics, when it helped our team win the championship last year, isn´t that true?

Tess: Err, yes, it was fine to win the championship, but you are really giving the bad name to all of us, and because of that, I think it is a high time to get you more humble and getting you mucky tonight will be the right start.

Sarah: Well Tess, your wish may be granted, if Ash loses tonight vote. Let see how the voting is going.

Ash: /pumps her fist/ Oh yes, I knew it.

Vivian: /turning very pale/ There has to be some mistake.

Sarah: No mistakes my dear I am afraid. But you have now time to prepare a short speech to sway the vote and looking at the scores, it should be really convincing. /two stagehands brings dunk tank to the stage filled with a bright pink gunge/ Ash, as for you, not only you are currently heading to the next round, but as I promised before, we have a small bonus for you. Tess, why don´t you take a seat there?

Tess: Excuse me, what?

Sarah: Well, you remember the contract you signed before appearing here? One of the clauses clearly mentions, that as an audience member, you are aware and agree with the possibility that you may get messy as well as the contestants. And we thought that you did not speak really nice about your poor teammate Ash, so we decided to give her a chance to get her own back.

/Visibly nervous Tess grudgingly moves and take the seat above the dunk tank/

Sarah: Well Ash, your goal is quite simple; you will have three attempts to hit the target with these balls and if you succeed, you will send Tess down the glop and also prove to her and the rest of audience your disputed proficiency at sports.  Are you ready?

Ash: Yeah more than ready, I am going to enjoy this. /Ash throws the first ball, but miss badly/

Sarah: Oh, what happened? I thought you say you are generally good at sports?

Tess: Yeah, that is Ash I know. A lot of strong words, but when it comes to real action, it is disappointing.

Ash: Shut it, both of you. /She throws her second ball, it is much better than the first attempt, but also miss/

Sarah: Oh bad luck. Again.

Tess: /start to smirk/ And here I was worried for one second.

Ash: /grunts and throw the third ball, it is the best attempt, but unfortunately for Ash, it narrowly misses the target/

Sarah: Oh poor Ash, not your finest hour, isn´t it?

Tess: Yes, now you can see I was completely right, sport talents of good old Ash are subpar at best.

Ash: /angrily/ You really enjoy bragging about being right, is that right Tess?

Tess:  /smugly/ Of course I am.

Ash: Well in that case, you will love this.

Tess: What are you doing?

Ash: Giving you the proof of my dubious tactics and cheating.

/with that, Ash goes straight to the dunk tank, takes the ball and hits the target from immediate proximity, sending Tess down to the pink glop under her/

Tess: /emerges from the gunge shivering in complete shock, her hairs plastered to hair by the pink gunk, her make-up ruined, her hoodie and tracksuit trousers full of goo/ You cow, why did you do it?

Ash: Oh, Tess, that is not really nice to speak with me like this.  I just wanted to make you happy and prove that you were completely right again. By the way, I love your new look.

Tess: You! I will get you for this; I hope that you will lose tonight badly. /turning to Sarah/ Shouldn´t you punish her somehow for this? Look at my state.

Sarah: /Sarah just shrugs her shoulders and smiles unapologetically/ Well, this was certainly unexpected but also entertaining. So please give applause to Tess, who was a great guest although not as good sport as you would expect.

/Tess climbs up from the dunk tank and storms to the backstage, leaving a slimy trail behind her/

Sarah: Vivian, my dear, you have just witnessed a little taste of things, which should be in store for you tonight, if the voting remains as it is, so you better give us good reasons, why you should not lose tonight.

Vivian: Well, obviously we did not start the right way, but it is not too late to change it. It seems that you all siding with my opponent tonight, because you are impressed by her raw strength. But as you have seen few minutes ago, she is also easily distracted and lets her emotions to get better of her, and I can guarantee you, that if you let me win, I am more than able to let her lose control easily and show you, that she is, excepts her muscles, quite pathetic. And do not forget, that I am rich, and you know it is good to please rich people, because they can reward you, if you let me win, I will be quite grateful and gracious as your queen, but you just have to give me a chance….

Sarah: Nice little speech, but I must say I did not notice your usual bravado? Are you scared?

Ash: You bet she is, and she has a reason.

Vivian: I just tried to rise above the level of this brute.

Sarah: Well, we will see, if it will make you any good. That is the end of the second part of our show. So do not forget to vote and see you soon.

/the poll ends on Sunday evening/

And we go with pair number three. A stark contrast of character between these two; will be very interesting to see who you choose for a gunking.

Poll closes at 10 pm on Tuesday 24^th.

Felicity Jones vs Hayley Atwell

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Since getting gunged on Saturday Mash Up in 2018 and turning 18 last year. Cleo Demetriou had been keen to try sploshing and gunging again. When the gunge had gone down her top it had made her become a bit moist in her little white panties. She was auditioning for the role of Belle De Jour in a stage version of Secret Life of a Call Girl so her agent had arranged for her to discreetly visit a lady who ran sploshing parties. Little realising that this was really a cover for Cleo to live out her secret exotic fantasies.

The lady’s name was Flame, she was a successful professional escort who specialised in high end exclusive adult parties. She was in her late 30’s but had an incredible figure as she worked out diligently. Her body was totally natural and she was very proud of it.

Cleo was wearing leggings and a crop top which showed off her petite figure, curvy butt and slim waist.

The payment had been arranged and Cleo arrived at a smart serviced apartment which Flame rented to hold her fun parties. Cleo had been told to call her agent when she was at the flat and the agent would text Flame to say she was there. Cleo was nervous but also excited, she’d never done anything like this before and didn’t know which way it would go.

She was surprised to be greeted by such and elegant woman when Flame came to the apartment’s front door. She said “You must be Cleo, please come this way” and kissed her on the cheek before leading her inside.

Once inside Cleo put her bag down and said “Where can I change into my older clothes as I don’t want to get my designer stuff messy. ” “You won’t need to bother as we always splosh naked as it’s much more sensual and less clearing up” said Flame as she dropped her dress to reveal that she was totally naked underneath.

Cleo was rather shocked especially when Flame took her hands and clasped them to her 34DD bust and kissed her on the lips saying “Relax darling”. Cleo didn’t know whether to leave there and then but she was somehow intrigued and kissed Flame back. Before removing her leggings, thong, top and bra.

“Great tits” said Flame as she looked at Cleo’s ample breasts and a “Really peachy bum” as she slapped Cleo’s typically curvy greek bum. “Please lead the way” said Cleo as she began to feel how she felt back on Saturday Mash Up. Flame took Cleo’s hand and led her into the bathroom.

There Cleo couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw a vast amount of opened cartons of custard, yoghurts, trifles, tins of soup, baked beans, mushy peas and a couple of tins of black treacle. “I thought we’d be using synthetic gunge” spluttered Cleo “No real food is much more sensual and gives a far better coverage” said Flame. “Please after you Cleo” she added pointing to the large bath. Cleo got in and Flame got in facing her and said “Who should go first, I think I will” and handed Cleo a 750g carton of custard adding “Do your worse”.

Cleo took this as a challenge and emptied the carton with gusto over Flame’s head. The carton made a squelching noise as the custard ran down Flame’s face covering her long dark hair. “Was that a fanny fart” said Flame sarcastically as she she rubbed the custard into her breasts. “Very funny” said Cleo and picked up a trifle slamming it into Flame’s face and then onto her head. “You little ****” said Flame, Cleo was worried but flame was laughing as she picked up a big tub of yoghurt.

“It’s ironic as Greek Yoghurt gives the best coverage and you are part Greek” said Flame as she dumped the yoghurt on Cleo’s head. The coldness of the yoghurt made Cleo shudder and her nipples went rock hard. “They are like clothes pegs” said Flame as she kissed Cleo’s nipples in turn. Flame didn’t know but Cleo had really sensitive nipples and got horny when they were kissed. “Please do that again” groaned Cleo. Sure said Flame emptying two more cartons of yoghurt over Cleo including plonking a load on her clean shaven muff. The cold sensation again shot through Cleo “Right lets see how many you can take she shouted” picking up two cans of baked beans and dumping them over Flame’s head. “More” said Flame okay try this said Cleo as she dumped a mixture of a dozen cans and cartons of oxtail soup, mushy peas, baked beans, custard and yoghurts over Flame ensuring she put some right in Flame’s lap.

Flame was totally destroyed and wiped her eyes and smiled at Cleo. “Do you think you can better that” “Of course, bring it on” said a defiant Cleo. “Well you asked for it said Flame beginning a barrage of 15 cans of the substances over Cleo and ending with a double trifle sandwich to Cleo’s head and face. Flame then began to gently kiss Cleo and rub her nipples. Cleo could contain herself no more and began to groan. “That’s warmed” the bath up a bit said Flame.

“Let’s finish in style said Cleo” taking on tin of black treacle and handing the other to Flame and they simultaneously poured it over each other’s heads to give complete coverage. “How do I get cleaned up” said Cleo “In the bath after we have cleared all the mess out of the bath” laughed Flame.

“What” spluttered Cleo. “You have to help clear up” said a firm Flame. “Fair enough” sighed Cleo as Flame put the bath shower hose on them both and handed Cleo some shampoo. “You get the crap off you then clear from the outside in and always wash inside yourself” said Flame. “Always clear up naked, wash your hair again at home and you’ll be as good as new”. Cleo then spent the next 30 minutes fishing baked beans out of the bath as helping Flame flush them down the toilet.

Eventually the bath was clean, I’ll finish the outside said Flame as she allowed Cleo to have another shower where she did find a bean in an intimate place and finally dry her hair.

“What did you think of that, much better than BBC TV gunge?” said Flame. “I have to agree” said a smiling Cleo as she winked at Flame and kissed her goodbye on the lips. “Until next time then” said Flame “Maybe who knows” said Cleo as she left smiling to herself.

(To save you having to scroll along and find the update to Preview 3) I want to add a bit of variety to this series. So, I’m going to leave the question of how many items of clothing the guest for the first ‘Healthy Celebrity Dunking’ is wearing,  when they get dunked, up to you. As a result, there’s a short duration poll below, which is open for the next six hours. I’m interested in how you lean on this. 

“Hi guys, it’s Sammy Winward. Thanks for all the comments and suggestions from my post earlier this week. I hope you enjoy what’s about to come. I’ve got my favourite green dress on and I can’t believe I’m about to do this. Let’s go”.

Sammy stood up, showing off her glamorous green ball gown. She grabbed hold of the side of it as she walked out into the garden. She took a seat on a plastic chair that had been set up.

“Right guys, I’ve had some difficulties with some of your suggestions. Getting hold of beans and other things has proven a little tricky. But we’ve got some chocolate, some custard, we’ve sorted some mud in the garden, and we’ve managed to order some gunge, so let’s do this!”.

Sammy looked petrified at what was about to happen. She did one final piece to camera before her messy treatment could begin.

“Right, the first suggestion was to cover this lovely dress in custard, so here we go”.

Sammy was handed a carton of custard, which had already been opened. Apprehensively she stood up holding the carton, and began to lift it higher. Eventually she slowly upturned the carton and began to allow the yellow, gloopy custard to trickle down onto her gown. She continued to pour it over the top half of the dress and even poured some down her dress and onto her cleavage.

Sammy shuddered alightly as she handed the now empty carton back to her assistant, who exchanged it for a full one.

“Go on”, the voice of her assistant could be heard, coaxing her into doing it.

Reluctantly Sammy lifted the carton up, and this time went for a faster pour, emptying the contents onto her dress once again, squirming as she did so. The quicker pour meant that the contents of the carton emptied much sooner. The damage done t the dress could clearly be seen, with custard pouring down all over it and onto the floor.

The dress was covered in the thick yellow dessert topping and Sammy looked down at the state it was in and frowned. She handed the empty carton back to her assistant, and waited to see what was next. The voice of her helper could be heard.

“One carton left. I think we should pour this one over your head”.

Sammy looked even more horrified at this thought.

“But they only asked for it on my dress!” she protested.

“Take a seat”, the voice said.

Sammy sat down, straightening out her already custard soaked gown as much as she could. The mystery man then appeared on camera holding the final carton of custard. He was grinning broadly.

He walked round the back of the chair and stood behind Sammy, holding the custard precariously above the actress’ head.

“You ready for this Sammy?”, he asked.

“No really”, the blonde responded.

“Too late”, her friend said, as he upturned the carton and emptied its contents onto the former Emmerdale star’s head. The custard streamed down, coating Sammy’s long Curley blonde hair, and some of the face. It flowed down onto her shoulder and further covered her dress.

She looked less than happy, and clearly didn’t appreciate the hair and face coverage. This wasn’t what had been agreed. Finally the flow of custard stopped and Sammy was able to wipe some of it away as her friend returned behind the camera.

Sammy tried her best to remain composed as custard continued to drip down from her hair. She didn’t look too thrilled about the situation, but composed herself enough to introduce her next challenge.

“Right, part two, this time I’ve been asked to sit in a paddling pool of chocolate, this sounds more fun”, she said, trying her best to smile. Her took hold of the side of the custard soaked dress, got up from the chair, and the camera followed her over to a paddling pool half filled with melted chocolate and chocolate sauce. On the side of the pool, a bowl of melted chocolate could also be seen.

“Right, let’s do this”, Sammy said, as she kicked her shoes off, and stepped into the pool, he rf wet disappearing beneath the surface of the chocolate.

“Sit down then”, the voice behind the camera could be heard saying.

Sammy looked a bit less sure about this, but tentatively sat herself down with a squelch in the chocolate. She put her hands in the chocolate and grabbed as much as she could, smearing some of it on her face, and then on her dress. She was clearly enjoying the chocolate experience more than the custard one.

The man who was helping her appeared on screen again, he picked up the bowl that was on the side. “Are you ready?”, he asked.

“Bring it on”, said Sammy.

The man lifted the bowl high and poured the viscous brown chelate straight onto Sammy’s long blonde hair. She could be heard laughing this time as the thick chocolate rained down on her. Her pal put the empty bowl down and asked if she had enjoyed that.

Sammy smiled and said that it was better than the custard.

“Well I’m afraid it’s time to get out now”, the voice said, back from behind the camera.

Sammy stood up and carefully made her way out. She was invited to put her shoes back on, which she thought was a little odd considering the current situation she was in. However, she obliged and slipped her feet back into her gold high heeled shoes, quickly realising the catch that they too had no been filled with custard.

“Ewww!” Sammy groaned as she realised what had happened.

The man behind the camera could be heard laughing. He narrated the next bit himself.

“Right Sammy, we’ll finish with the gunge, if you’d like to make your way to the mud pit and I’ll introduce our special guests!”

“Guests?” Sammy looked quizzically at the camera.

“Yes, please welcome Jessie J and Leigh Anne Pinnock!”

The two singers emerged into the garden, both wearing equally gorgeous green satin outfits.

“Hi Sammy”, they said simultaneously.

“Looking good!” Jessie laughed.

The three ladies were now gathered on the edge of the self made mud pit, all wearing their finest gowns. Sammy was of course already messy, and looked a little nervous. Leigh Anne looked terrified, while Jessie was smiling broadly.

“Ok, so Leigh Anne and Jessie are going to go head to head, for the right to wrestle Sammy in the final. Ladies, take your positions”.

Jessie and Leigh Anne walked forward and stood either side of the mud pit. They looked each other in the eye and Jessie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Right ladies, you have 30 seconds, starting on my whistle”.

A whistle noise was heard, and Jessie went straight for it. Leigh Anne was a little more reserved. Eventually they were both rolling around in the thick brown mud, and both dresses were ruined. Jessie was clearly on top and Leigh Anne was the muddier of the two.

After thirty seconds, the whistle blew again and the two ladies stood up, both covered in mud.

“I can announce, the winner is Jessie!” the voice behind the camera said.

The two singers hugged and Jessie celebrated before making her way back to the edge of the pit.

“Come on then Sammy”, she said, coaxing Sammy towards the edge of the mud.

Sammy walked forward slowly and stood on the edge of the mud bath.

“Right ladies it’s time for the final”, the man said, “again we go on the whistle”.

The whistle was blown and this time both ladies went for it. They were both rolling around in the mud in seconds with Jessie finding this contest more difficult. A tearing noise was heard as Sammy’s dress ripped down the side. As she realised what had happened and started to worry about her gown, Jessie seized the opportunity and planted Sammy face first into the mud.

The whistle was blown and both ladies clambered to their feet. The voice behind the camera announced Jessie as the winner and assembled the three muddy ladies next to each other. Before they had time to realise what was happening, he had grabbed a hose pipe and started to hose the three muddy ladies down.

The water was freezing and the three of the screamed in shock as they were washed down. Clinging onto one another to try and stay warm in the cold deluge.

Eventually the hose was turned off and Sammy walked forward, making her way back to he plastic chair where she had started the video.

“There is one final challenge, and perhaps Jessie and Leigh Anne would like to kelp us out?”

Jessie and Leigh Anne, still dripping wet from their hose down walked forward and each picked up a bucket.

“Any last words Sammy?”

“Yeah, make the most of this folks, coz I’m never doing anything like it again”.

Sammy closed her eyes and scrunched her face up as Jessie and Leigh Anne stood either side of her. After a count of three from behind the camera they each emptied the large buckets which were full of red and blue gunge over Sammy’s head.

The thick colourful gunge covered her instantly. Sammy clearly found this the least pleasurable of her experiences. She screamed loudly as the gunge covered her from head to toe.

Eventually the gunge stopped and Sammy composed herself m

Wiping as much of it away as she could, she closed the video.

“Right thanks for watching, I’m well and truly gunged. Without doubt the messiest I’ve been. Thanks for al the suggestions and see you guys soon”.

Sammy blew a kiss to the camera and the video ended. Later in the day she posted some photos on social media and laughed about what she had been doing earlier that day.

After all the press hype surrounding Love Island star Maura Higgins dancing with Alexander Demetriou on the recent series of Dancing On Ice. Maura asked Alexander’s wife and fellow pro skater Carlotta Edwards to come and stay with her at her holiday home on the island of Inishmore just off the Irish Coast.

Carlotta was reluctant at first but in the end agreed and travelled to the island by ferry. She chatted to some of the locals on the journey over and the mere mention of Maura’s name made them exhibit a look of disgust.

When she got off the ferry Maura was there to greet her wearing this glamorous get up

“Look at her” said one of the locals to Carlotta, “I’d love to see her looking far less glamorous”. “These words began to resonate” in Carlotta’s head.

“Hi there sweetie” said Maura as she air kissed Carlotta and gestured to her to get into her shinny convertible sports car. “Can you pick up my bags too” said Maura pointing to some designer label bags on the pavement “I’ve just had my nails done”. Humiliated Carlotta picked up the bags and got into Maura’s car.

The day did improve as Maura seemed genuinely remorseful about the press stories that she had caused issues with Carlotta’s marriage. Carlotta began to feel that Maura was misunderstood but her attitude still stunk as she ordered Carlotta to pass her stuff take photos for her Instagram feed etc.

Carlotta noticed in the local paper that the next day was the “Queen of Spring” parade “What’s that” she asked Maura. “It’s a local tradition whereby a young female islander rides through the town originally on a horse but now on the back of a truck and the Islanders throw all the left overs from St Patrick’s Day at her. They have always wanted me to do it but no way am I ever getting messy they even threatened to ostracise me if I didn’t do it this year. So I’ve invited you to take my place. It only lasts about 10 minutes and you can clean up afterwards. Here you can wear these” said Maura tossing Carlotta and old pair of bikini briefs and a t-shirt. “The local men say you cannot wear a bra either. Here is a photo of me in that outfit” she said showing Carlotta the following image “500k likes on Instagram I got for that” she added.

Carlotta was mad with rage Maura had completely tricked her but she was determined not to be beaten. That night when Maura slept Carlotta slipped out to the smallest pub on the island and talked to some locals who were all excited about Maura getting her supposed comeuppance. When Carlotta explained her predicament she was offered a Guinness and a plan was hatched.

The next morning Maura was up bright and early and suggested to Carlotta that they go for a swim in the local sea. “Why not” said Carlotta but then she had to suffer 2 hours of Maura trying on her various bikinis before she settled on this outfit as it got most Instagram likes.

“It’s now 11:00am” said Maura “We’ll have to hurry as your crowing is in an hour”. They made their way to the beach and had a bracing swim in the could sea. Maura insisted on photographing Carlotta before she went in the water.

“In Canada we are braver” joked Carlotta pointing to some rocks “Would you jump into the sea off them” she said to Maura beginning to climb them. “Sure” said Maura and followed Carlotta up the rocks. “Bet you wouldn’t do this said” Carlotta taking off her bikini top to reveal and small pert breasts and dropping her bottoms to reveal a neatly trimmed bush. “You need a proper Brazilian darling” said Maura.

Carlotta dive bombed into the water and emerged with her nipples like clothes pegs. “That’s given me the fanny flutters” said Maura. “Okay your turn” said Carlotta putting her bikini back on. “Okay fair enough” said Maura as she took off her bikini top to reveal her fantastic breasts. Typically she had to stop to get Carlotta to take a photo to mark the occasion.

Just as Maura was taking her bikini bottoms off Carlotta pushed her head first into the sea and ran off carrying Maura’s bikini top. A furious Maura scrambled out of the water trying to cover her ample assets. Carlotta sprinted to a nearby farm followed by a desperate Maura. Carlotta came to stop by an outbuilding and dropped Maura’s bikini top in the mud as Maura went to pick it up Carlotta grabbed hold of a silage hose from a nearby tanker and turned to contents onto Maura. The force of the blast knocked Maura off her feet as Carlotta circled her completely covering her with the foul smelling dark liquid. She grabbed hold of Maura’s bikini top and ran into the barn. A furious and foul smelling Maura followed her. Carlotta dropped Maura’s bikini top in some hay but when Maura reached for it she dived on top of her and rolled Maura in the hay making it stick to her.

She then threw the bikini top onto the back of an open topped farm trailer A bedraggled Maura climbed on to retrieve it. But Carlotta slammed the back of the trailer shut and shouted “Drive off boys”. A pure panic came over Maura she was now the Queen of Spring.

Trying desperately to cover her modesty when a cold torrent of stale Guinness was thrown over her washing a lot of the muck off her. Maura was paraded through the village as rotten fruit and farm slops were thrown at her. What seemed like an eternity but only lasting 5 minutes Maura’s journey ended outside the local community hall. One elderly islander said it was the best Queen of Spring parade he had ever seen.

A lot of islanders not knowing that Maura had been tricked to do this warmly applauded her as they thought she was a good sport.This meant a lot to Maura who began to think about being so self centred. Maura was helped off the lorry and Carlotta had the pleasure of dumping one final bucket of pig swill over Maura’s head.

Carlotta gave Maura her bikini top back and enjoyed washing Maura off with a hosepipe and promised that no photos of Maura’s humiliation would ever be published. Carlotta could see that Maura was trying to redeem herself and gave her a hug as she handed her a bath robe to put on. “Just promise you’ll be a better person and not treat people badly again” Carlotta whispered into her ear “The people would really like you if you are nicer”. “Of course” replied an emotional Maura she had been tricked, humiliated but as people shook her hand and said “Great sport Maura” she began to feel she had learnt an important lesson.

The local Mayor congratulated Maura and said there was just one thing to do the Queen of Spring had to kiss the oldest Islander. 91 year old Padraig stepped forward and took out his false teeth. Maura had a look of disgust on her face and began to back off. Carlotta stared daggers at her, suddenly Maura realising that she was reverting to old ways said “I will if you will Carlotta” and gave Padraig a big smacker on the lips. Carlotta gave him a peck on the cheek and said “How about a nice pub meal, I’ll pay to Maura. “That would be lovely” said Maura as she smiled back.

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The show began with the usual fanfare and flashing neon lights until the the main studio lights flooded the studio to show a blonde sports news reporter smiling to the camera. “Hello and welcome to the Results Show of Midweek Messy Roulette. My name is Emma Paton and I will be your host for tonight’s programme.”

”As explained in the preview show, we could not assign our lucky contestants to horses in an upcoming horse race due to all sporting events being cancelled, so we decided to undertake a good old fashioned public vote to decide which three of the fourteen contestants will get a little bit messy tonight.”

”I can announce in third place was singer Katy Perry. The runner up was actress Brie Larson, and in first place and returning for yet another messing after her appearance on Bet Your Own Back, it’s our favourite weathergirl Laura Tobin.”

Three ladies walk on to the stage and join Emma.

Katy is wearing a little black dress with matching heels, Brie seems to have dressed as if she is attending a film premiere with a slinky purple dress and heels. Meanwhile Laura is wearing a dark top, tartan miniskirt, pantyhose and heels.

Emma: ”Hello ladies and welcome to the show. Laura, how do you feel coming first in the vote?”

Laura: “Obviously I’m flattered, but it does seem there are a lot of people out there that want to continually see me me get messy. I’m starting to understand how Holly Willoughby must have felt all those years ago on those Saturday morning TV shows.”

Emma: “Haha! And it’s very nice to have you here Brie, but do you think you are a little overdressed?”

Brie: “It looks that way doesn’t it. I think there has been some confusion, as my agent erroneously thought this was a talk show where I would be interviewed about my upcoming movie.”

Emma: “Oh dear! Never mind though, I am sure our viewers will enjoy seeing you get your prize wearing that very revealing dress!”

Brie looked down at herself before gulping and releasing a weak smile towards the camera.

Emma: “And welcoming another lady from across the pond, it’s Katy Perry. Are you looking forward to getting a bit messy, Katy?”

Katy smiled and shrugged her shoulders “Bring it on, I say!”

As soon as Katy had finished uttering the last syllable of her sentence, a false wall partition behind them, began to lift. This revealed three gunge tanks with plastic seats inside, all ready for the three ‘winners’.

Emma beckoned the ladies towards the tanks and pointed each lady to the tank that they were required to go into. The blonde presenter took a position behind a podium with three large buttons, and hovered her hand over one of them.

Emma: “So Katy, we had a long think about what we put into your gunge tank compartment. We tried to make it rhyme with your name, so how do you like trifle?”

Katy: “Eh! How does trifle rhyme with my name?”

Emma giggles before continuing “Oops, I meant to say sherry trifle!” The button was duly pressed and the overhead compartment floor gave way to deluge Katy with squidgy sherry flavoured trifle. The pop artist gasped as the cream and fruit splatted onto her head and smothered her dress. The 35 year old let out a yelp as some of the trifle slithered into the top of her dress and coated her bra encased tits.

A smiling Emma turned her attention to Brie “It didn’t take us long to come up with your forfeit substance, and it’s not very imaginative – yes, your compartment is filled with brie cheese, albeit it’s been melted so it’s gonna be very runny”

As Emma pushes down on the middle button, Brie brought her hands to her face and inexplicably looked upwards, to be met with a face full of melted cheese as it poured all over her. The actress desperately tried to shield her hair from the cheese onslaught which had another undesired effect from her point of view, as the gloopy stuff filled the inside of her dress very quickly, coating her bra-less tits. As the deluge continued, the audience members gasped as it became apparent that Brie’s slinky dress might give way and reveal a lot more of the sexy actress, than she would have liked. Their hopes were dashed as Brie changed her defensive tactics from protecting her hair to her dress and clung onto it, to ensure it didn’t drop any lower. When the last bits of cheese dropped onto Brie’s head, she had been turned into an unrecognisable yellow gunky figure.

After witnessing her fellow ‘winners’ sploshing, Laura looked apprehensive as she braced herself for what was to come.

Emma: “Now onto our winner, and we had to really think a lot about what to put in your gunge tank Laura. As your surname kind of rhymes with goblin, and goblins are synonymous with being green, then we decided to put good old fashioned green gunge in the compartment over your head. Enjoy!”

The presenter pressed down on the final button and the weathergirl squealed as this released thick green gunge which quickly deluged her and covered her from head to foot. There was a lot of it, and each time Laura wiped her face clean with her hands, it very soon became covered with gunge again. When the last of the gunge splatted onto a now unrecognisable Laura, the weathergirl threw her arms up in despair and commented “Why am I getting gunged so often on these types of programmes?”

Emma smiled but didn’t answer Laura, and instead turned to the camera “Now its time for my colleague Rachel Wyse to join us. The worried looking blonde presenter walks onto the studio floor and receives lots of cheers and wolf whistles as she is not in her usual presenters attire, but instead wearing a very tiny black bikini, and black high heel shoes. She stopped where there was an ‘X’ on the floor and half turned so she was facing the camera.

Emma: “Oh hello Rachel and I see you have dressed as requested by the viewer who won our competition to decide how best to get you messy!”

Rachel’s cheeks had turned red, as she responded “Yes Emma! I think this has got to be the tiniest bikini that I have ever worn.”

Emma: “Well, I think it’s perfect for your messy forfeit. Now, all you have to do is read from the autocue, and the stagehands will do the rest.”

As Rachel began to talk, she saw a number of stagehands with buckets in their hand, form a semi-circle in front of her. When she got to half-way through her sports news item, the first bucket was thrown and the blonde got splattered with red gunge over the front of her body. This was quickly followed by blue gunge thrown in her face and slathering her hair. Despite the autocue continuing, Rachel was unable to continue as more and more buckets were thrown at her from all angles, leaving her in a multi-coloured gunge mess, with gunge dripping off her body.

Emma clapped her hands in delight at the sight of her colleague. She thought to herself, it probably couldn’t get any more embarrassing – wearing a tiny bikini and getting completely gunged.

As Emma turned to the camera and explained that the show was almost over, another special guest appeared – it was none other than former sports presenter Kirsty Gallacher. She grabbed the microphone from a startled Emma

”Hi everyone! I am here to announce that a very special show will be broadcast next week when we will be ‘inducting’ Emma to the world of messy sports presenting. To help us with the show, we have a number of polls for the public. Polls will close on Tuesday evening, so get voting now!”

Unbeknown to Kirsty, a final poll also flashed up before the show finished.

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Brianne Delcourt had been a long serving professional skater on Dancing On Ice and had won the show in 2011 but the 2020 series had been special for her as she had met Kevin Kilbane who she was now engaged to.

She was delighted and surprised when Maura Higgins and Carlotta Edwards suddenly announced they were going to throw her a bridal shower. Maura and Carlotta used to stare daggers at each other but now they were best friends and Maura seemed so much nicer than she used to be.

The Invite merely said Wear What You Dare, You’ll Be In A Mess But Do We Care – Love Carlotta and Maura. The address was the usual crew hotel so Brianne booked a room there and decided what to wear. She was a bit nervous as at a previous bridal shower a friend had been tied to a naked male stripper and covered in cream. But she felt that Maura was too image conscious to want to get mess and Carlotta seemed very sensible. She was a bit cautious as the only other girl invited was Alex Murphy who was a renowned practical joker. Alex had once put an eclair on Brianne’s chair in the changing room and Brianne sat on it. She was furious about that but had enjoyed the sensation of the cream around the gusset of her costume and Alex had been made to lick some of the cream off as a forfeit for the joke.

Brianne chose this dress as Kevin really liked her in it

And being extra naughty she had teamed it with this underwear which she took a selfie of and sent to Kevin.

She was really excited and went to the designated room and knocked the door. She was shocked when Maura answered the door dressed like this.

“Haven’t you put your dress on yet” said a startled Brianne, “Wait and see” said Maura as she kissed Brianne and led her inside. All the walls had been covered with newspaper and there was plastic on the floor and a huge pile of food items on the tables. Brianne assumed that others had been invited and the covering was to stop and spillage or mess if things got rowdy.

“Hi there” shouted Carlotta from a back room. Brianne went to say hello to her and complimented her on her outfit.

There was a knock at the door and it was Alex, strangely she was wearing one of her old staking outfits. Brianne thought this was strange especially when Alex said I can always throw it away afterwards.

The party started and soon the wine was following and Maura wasn’t going to put any other clothes on. The girls complimented her on her figure and started to play Truth or Dare. Brianne was asked what her most embarrassing moment was she said it was a tie between when she had sat on the eclair thanks to Alex and when her costume had moved slightly during a headbanger and people saw her “Other Lips” for a moment.

“That must have been mortifying” said Carlotta and put her arm around Brianne who hadn’t noticed that Maura and Alex had placed a big cream cake on a chair. Suddenly Alex lifted Brianne up, Maura in one smooth movement ripped her thong off as Alex then instantly planted Brianne’s bare bum onto the cake. Brianne screamed in rage but stopped as the she suddenly enjoyed the sensation of the cake on her intimate parts. Her joy as short lived as the 3 girls all plastered another cake on each side of Brianne’s face and on her head.

Brianne was furious but the other 3 were in hysterics. Unnoticed by Carlotta Maura had filled a staking safety helmet with custard and plonked it smack on Carlotta’s head. The sight of the othersized helmet on Carlotta’s tiny head and the custard running down even made Brianne who had wiped her eyes clear of cream laugh. “You two are rather clean” she said sticking a cake in Alex’s face and pouring some cold yoghurt down her costume. Carlotta had picked up a big bowl of baked beans and emptied it over Maura’s head.

All four girls were now messy and when Maura suggested they stripped out of their outfits they agreed. Once naked the other 3 grabbed hold of Brianne and with parcel tape affixed her to the wall. For a couple of minutes she was pelted with custard, semolina, oxtail soup, baked beans and mushy peas. When she was totally destroyed they set her free and decided it was Alex’s turn. Alex lay on the floor and screamed when Carlotta dropped a couple of cold yoghurts on her nether regions. But she loved it when Brianne empted a couple of jugs of custard on her belly. Alex had a very sensual belly button and loved it when Carlotta licked the custard out of it. They worked their way up Alex’s body until they came to her head and simultaneously each empted a jug of baked beans right in her face. Alex struggled to get her breath as the beans cascaded on her.

Looking around the girls realised they had used up all the food stuff. “What about the bath” said Maura as the four of them splodged into the bathroom to see a bath full of black treacle. Suddenly Carlotta was picked up and dropped into the bath, she disappeared below the treacle. Rather worried Maura reached into the bath as Carlotta emerged totally covered in black treacle and pulled Maura into the bath where they had an impromptu wrestling match. The bath was so big that Alex and Brianne were pulled in two as all 4 girls rubbed the treacle and other substances all over each other.

At the end as the girls showered Brianne asked the others whose idea this was and who suggested putting the plastic on the floor and the paper on the walls. “Well” said Carlotta as she thoroughly soaped everywhere my husband Alexander Demetriou has a distant cousin Cleo Demetriou and she gave me the number of someone who used to run these types of parties. Apparently Cleo will be hosting a Surprise one for her 19th birthday but we must not tell her female co stars of So Awkward as she wants to surprise them.

That would be amazing to attend or watch said Maura, “I’ll see what I can do” said Carlotta as Brianne slapped Alex’s curvy bum leaving a red hand print. “That is for the eclair” she said as the girls all laughed together.

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When jockeys retire they are often thrown into the course water trough and are sprayed with shaving foam by the other jockeys. ITV racing presenter Francesca Cumani had witnessed this many times and said it was something she had always found amusing. During the Newmarket Charity Open Days she’d even gone into the stocks to raise money for charity.

Francesca was a willowy, English rose type beauty always immaculately turned out and beautifully spoken but you just knew that she had a hidden naughty side.

Sally Ann Grassick was a voluptuous, buxom Irish woman who worked alongside Francesca as an on course reporter. The ladies often shared a dressing room at the race courses and were used to seeing each other in their underwear or less.

On this day Francesca was wearing this rather revealing outfit.

Sally Ann was wearing this more traditional get up

“The jockeys won’t know where to look when you talk to them” Sally Ann had joked to Francesca.” If you wore that outfit, you’d have their eyes out” Francesca retorted.

After a busy days racing the two girls went to the bar to enjoy a drink on the way back to their dressing room they had noticed that the rest of the hospitality buffets had been left in the next door room to be disposed of.

Back in the dressing room Francesca took off her dress to reveal that she was only wearing a strapless bra and no knickers. Her muff was trimmed into a neat thin line which she must have got waxed regularly. Sally Ann was amazed and said “You’re brave”. “Posh girls never wear knickers when there is a nice breeze” said Francesca with a wink. “I’m more traditional” said Sally Ann taking off her dress to reveal a traditional white bra and panties set. Her ample bosom barely staying in her bra. She had a bit of a belly but was a traditional Irish Country Girl built for comfort.

“How often do you get that trimmed” said Sally Ann pointing to Cesca’s quim. “Every 10 days” said Cesca. “Do you get your’s done, I’ve never seen your’s”. Sally Ann had been topless in front of Cesca but never naked, she was hesitant but eventually dropped her knickers to reveal a very hairy muff. “That is one hairy fu-fu” said Cesca laughing as Sally Ann smiled back. Cesca suddenly picked up a bottle of talc and squirted it right into Sally Ann’s bush. “It’s Father Christmas” she joked. Sally Ann found this funny but wasn’t going to let Cesca get away with it. She was bigger and stronger than her and soon had Cesca pinned to the floor and took her bra off. Reaching into her keyboard bag Sally Ann produced an air duster and said “You like a breeze, well try this Cesca” and squirted the air duster up Cesca’s muff. Cesca’s eyes had a look of shock but she enjoyed the experience and managed to roll on top of Sally Ann with Sally Ann facing downwards. Cesca began to playfully slap her bum and grabbing a lipstick wrote a W on each of Sally Ann’s butt cheeks. “Bend over and you can spell WOW” she joked.

As Sally Ann pushed Cesca off her, Cesca let out the loudest fanny fart you’d ever hear as the air from the air duster was released. Both girls collapsed with laughter on the floor in fits of giggles. Sally Ann picked up the lipstick and wrote fanny farting slapper across Cesca’s toned stomach. Cesca then took the lipstick from Sally Ann and coloured in her nipples. “Rosey red nipples for a Rosey Irish lass” she said. “My bum cheeks are rosier” joked Sally Ann. “Right bend over Grassick” ordered Cesca and covered her hand with talc and gave Sally Ann 10 hard slaps on each cheek until both cheeks were bright red.

“Right you’ve asked for it” said Sally Ann picking up Cesca and her hat putting her over her shoulder and carrying her into the next room where all the leftover food was, Sally Ann jumped up on the table filled Cesca’s hat from a jug of custard and stuck it on her head. Sally Ann then rubbed her massive boobs into Cesca’s custard filled hair. Cesca filled her hat with custard and pulled Sally Ann onto it so her butt squelched into the custard. Cesca sat across Sally Ann’s lap and emptied another jug of custard over Sally Ann’s head. Sally Ann reached up and picked up a big tureen of spaghetti saying ” Italian’s love spaghetti” and emptied it over Cesca’s head. “Also ravioli” as she emptied a container of left over ravioli over Cesca’s head. “Irish Stew is nice” said Cesca emptying a jug of gravy over Sally Ann’s head.

The girls being in a naughty mood stumbled bedraggled into the Jockey’s changing room. There was a jockey retiring tomorrow and a load of shaving foam had been mixed up to be thrown over the retiree. Cesca picked up a bucket of shaving foam and like in a slapstick film planted it onto Sally Ann’s head. Sally Ann slowly took the bucket off her head as Cesca laughed and in one swift movement pushed Cesca back into a folding aggregate bag and filled with shaving foam. Cesca’s legs went up in the air and Sally Ann grabbed hold of her feet and yelled “How many can you take Cumani” and pulled her backwards and forwards through the foam, immersing her each time. “Do your worse Grassick” shouted a laughing Cesca as she disappeared into the foam. “One” shouted Sally Ann “Two” she continued “Give Up” “No way” retorted Cesca as she spluttered as she was immersed in the foam again. This continued to the count of 15 by which time all the foam was virtually out of the aggregate bag.

Cesca struggled up out of the bag wiping her eyes. She picked up a jockey’s whip and gave Sally Ann a slap across the bum with it “Outside Grassick” she ordered driving her towards the track maintenance area. There she eyed a giant tanker which had been used to drain mud off the track and turned the tanker’s hose onto Sally Ann making her a muddy mess. Cesca lost hold of the hose and Sally Ann wrestled her to the ground dunking her head into the mud playfully. After a minute or so all the mud had been drained off but the girls continued play wrestling for another couple of minutes.

Exhausted but joyful they wondered completely covered back towards the venue. Along the way they saw a horse trough and hose. Sally Ann pushed Cesca head first into the trough and Cesca quickly pulled Sally Ann in before they cold hosed each other off and compared pert nipples before sneaking past an unknowing course crew member to have a warm shower in their changing room.

“You were certainly very game” said Cesca. “Takes one to know one” replied a giggling Sally Ann.