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“Hi and welcome back to the sports show. I’m Glen and just before the advert break we asked for your suggestions for how the lovely Michelle should get messy.”
The brunette is looking a little apprehensive as she waits for Glen to continue.
Glen: “We’ve had quite a few suggestions! Michelle, would you like me to go through some of my favourites?
Michelle: “If you must!”
Glen: “Now I have to say this is a pretty humiliating one. You have to sit in a bath of rancid tuna mayo……..in your underwear!”
Michelle: “Ugggh!”
Glen: “Do you like butter Michelle?”
Michelle: “Er, Yes”
Glen: “…and do you like peanuts?”
Michelle: “I suppose they are alright to eat as a snack”
Glen: “That’s good, as you will like this other suggestion. For you to get covered in peanut butter from head to toe.”
Michelle: “Hey, just because I like butter and peanuts, doesn’t necessarily mean I would enjoy getting slathered with peanut butter.”
Glen: “Ok, Ok, if you didn’t like that one, you definitely won’t like this. You get to be dropped into a tank of manure, naked!”
Michelle is open-mouthed at hearing this “That truly is disgusting. I hope I don’t pick that one out!”
Glen: “Lets put you out of your misery, so can you put your hand in the tombola to choose your messy fate.”
Gingerly, Michelle dangles her hand into the opening and rummages around until she settles on a particular piece of paper and pulls it out.
Glen: “Go on then, read it out!”
Michelle: “It says that I will be dipped in chocolate while wearing just underwear!”
The presenter looks ruefully into the camera and sarcastically says “Thank you to the viewer who suggested that!”
Glen: “Michelle, if you can follow me please.”
Both presenters stand up and walk to the middle of the studio.
Glen: “Before we carry on, you had better take that cardigan and dress off!”
Michelle sighs and starts to take her outer garments off. This leaves her in a black basque, black knickers, black hold-up stockings and black high heel shoes.
Glen winks at the camera “Very sexy!”
To their left is a mini-crane which has ropes dangling down. With a wry smile, Michelle stands under the crane and has her arms raised. Glen secures her hands with the rope.
A loud noise could be heard from the side of the studio and Michelle turns her head to see what is making it. She sees a couple of stagehands wheeling on a large dunk-tank who leave it at the side of the crane.
The dunk-tank is a foot higher than the brunette bombshell, and she lets out a loud ‘tut’ as the crane starts to lift her off the ground until she is above the height of the dunk-tank. The crane stops and then moves Michelle horizontally until she is directly above the dunk-tank.
Peering down, the 29 year old can see the brown sloshy substance beneath her, and a waft of chocolate aroma filled her nostrils to confirm it was indeed chocolate sauce.
Glen: “Your saucy black underwear is not going to stay black for very long! Haha!”
Michelle: “Very funny!”
Glen: “Ok, so this is the moment the viewers have been waiting for. Please start the dip!”
Michelle lets out a little squeal as the crane jerks back into life and starts to lower the brunette. Her high heel shoes and stockinged feet are the first to go in.
Michelle: “Yuck! That’s seeping right between my toes!”
The dipping continues and soon she is up to her waist in the chocolate sauce, when the crane stops all of a sudden.
Glen: “How does that feel Michelle?”
Michelle: “Very sloppy and sticky. I can feel the sauce soaking into my knickers!”
Glen: I’m sure that’s a nice sensation for you.”
Glen then shouts off stage to an unknown person at the side “Shall we let her off, and take her out now? Or shall we dip her fully in?”
Momentarily, Michelle was hopeful that she was only going to have her bottom half covered in chocolate but that thought was soon dashed as the unknown person replied “Dip her fully in!”
The crane started up again and lowered Michelle down further, until her head was just above the surface when the crane suddenly stopped again.
Glen: “Do you know what! I’m not sure we can mess up that lovely face of yours and your silky hair!”
Michelle: “Oh good, am I going to be pulled out now then?”
Glen: “Only joking Ha Ha! You’re going fully in! Take a deep breath!”
The crane lowered her a little further until her head was fully below the surface. After a few seconds, the crane reversed its movement and started to pull Michelle out of the chocolate sauce. Bit by bit, more of the chocolate coated Michelle came into view. Her hair was matted, and her face dripping with chocolate. Her underwear was saturated with the sauce and glistened under the studio lights.
The crane returned the brunette to terra firma and Glen untied her hands. Her first action was to wipe her face and eyes and to try and slick back her chocolate smothered hair.
Both Glen and Michelle returned to their seats. On Michelle’s seat was a towel to prevent her seat getting any chocolate on it.
Glen: “Well, I have to say that was very enjoyable!”
Michelle: “Not everyone enjoyed that!”
Glen: “What do you mean? Oh I see, you mean you.”
Michelle: “Yes!”
Glen: “I forgot to tell you that you have to present the sports news in the messy state you are currently in, for the next hour, and then you can go and get a hot shower and put some clean clothes on”
Michelle rolls her eyes and throws her arms in the air “This just gets better and better!”
Glen smiles to the camera and they continue with the sports news reporting, with Michelle squirming in her underwear and the chocolate sauce starting to slowly harden on her skin under the studio lights.
At the end of the show, Glen announces a poll for next Sunday’s show