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(This story contains nudity)
As soon as the Napoli v Liverpool match has finished, the show re-starts.
Tom: “……and hello again everyone. Hope you all enjoyed the Liverpool match. I think the person beside was biting her nails throughout, but ultimately got the result she wanted.”
Becky: “Yes I did. No goals for Liverpool mean I don’t get to do an anniversary forfeit. Yippee!”
Tom: “You are correct in that I did say we would let you off if Liverpool didn’t score. But we do have a half hour segment of the programme to fill up.”
Becky puts her hand to her earpiece as she gets some instructions from the producer.
Becky: “I have some news Tom. The producers have decided that it will be you that has to do the forfeit and it will be decided by the shirt number of the first player that scored for Napoli.”
Top puts his hands together “No way!”
Becky: “Yes way! Now let’s see, the shirt number of the player that scored first was 14 which means the forfeit is for you to answer 5 questions and for each one you get wrong you have to strip an article of clothing and get gunged. Haha!”
Tom shakes his head in disbelief, as Becky is handed some cards which have the questions written on, and a number of buckets are brought out and placed onto the stage.
Becky: “First question. What colour shirts do Liverpool play in?”
Tom: “Oh that’s easy. It’s red!”
Becky: “That’s correct. Hmmm, that seemed a very easy question. Next question, which country does Liverpool striker Mo Salah play for?”
Tom: “I’m pretty sure it’s Egypt.”
Becky pulls a face “Yeah you are right again. Question 3, can you name the team that won the Champions League last season.”
Tom: “Liverpool”
Becky looks to the side of the studio “Hey, these are pretty easy questions!”
Tom smiles “I’m not complaining. Haha!”
Becky: “Ok let’s move on to question 4. What nationality is Jurgen Klopp?”
Tom: “Easy, he’s Germany”
Becky: “Unfortunately that is correct again. The fifth and final question is how many goals did Napoli score against Liverpool in the match that has just finished.”
Tom: “It was 2”
Becky grumpily replies “Yes that’s correct and you have got all 5 right, which means no forfeit for you!”
Tom rubs his hands with glee “Fantastic, but hold on a minute Becky, is there another card in your hand?”
Becky looks down and sees that Tom is right, and reads directly from the card “In the event that all five questions are answered correctly, then the forfeit is reversed and the person asking the questions gets to do the forfeit….”
Tom: “Even better….!”
Becky leans forward with her hands on her thighs and moves her head back and shouts “Noooooo”
Tom is handed the question cards and faces Becky. However, the blonde pleads with the producer who is at the side of the studio “Hey, this is a fix. I should have avoided any forfeit…”
The pleas fall on deaf ears as Tom asks the first question.
Tom: “How many times have Liverpool won the Champions League, or the European Cup as it was formerly known?
Becky: “Hey, that’s a much harder question than any that you had!”
Tom shrugs his shoulders “What can I say. I’m only reading from the cards that I have been given.”
Becky sighs heavily “I know they won a few in the past, so I will say 7.”
Tom grins “Oooohh, very close. It’s actually 6. Which means you have to take off an article of clothing of my choosing. I’ll go for your skirt!”
Becky: “What! But everyone will see my knickers!”
Tom grins “I think that’s the whole point”
With a wry grin, Becky pulls her skirt down her legs until it nestled around her ankles and steps out of the garment. The audience wolf-whistle as this reveals the blonde is wearing a pair of white skimpy knickers.
Tom picks up a bucket “Let’s not forget this as well”
The bucket is raised above Becky’s head and tilted so the contents pour out over Becky. The blonde squeals as water splashes down over her, and her outer clothing. Her blonde hair turns a darker colour as the water soaks her hair. Becky looks down and sees that some of the water has dampened her white top which has plastered itself to her upper body and in particular her tits. Becky crosses her arms to protect her modesty as she realises what has happened.
Tom: “A good start! Onto question 2, since 1892 how many Liverpool managers have there been?”
An incredulous Becky states at her co-host “How am I supposed to know that?”
Tom: “Do you want to have a guess?”
Becky: “I haven’t got a clue. I’ll take a stab in the dark and say 25”
Tom: “That’s actually not too bad an answer, but unfortunately the answer is 21, so another forfeit for you. I’ll choose your white blazer.”
Becky mutters some swear words under her breath as she stroppily takes off her blazer to leave her in her drenched white top, white knickers and high heel shoes.
Tom picks up a bucket and throws the contents at point blank range onto Becky’s front. The 26 year old squeals as her front is splattered with baked beans and tomato sauce, turning her white top and knickers a murky orange colour,
Tom: “Question 3 now. Mo Salah has played 78 times for Liverpool, but can you tell me how many goals he has scored in those matches?”
Becky shakes her head as she realises she has little to no chance of getting this question correct “I’ll say 40.”
Tom: “Nope, it’s 58.”
Tom looks his co-host up and down. “I think I’ll choose your top”
Becky hangs her head as she knows that this will leave her topless. She decides to turn around with her back now facing the cameras. She deftly removes her top and then holds her naked tits with both hands, before turning around again. She is immediately met with a bucket of custard which is upended over her head and cascades down her hair and body, coating her in the thick dessert.
Tom: “We have the penultimate question next. Liverpool defender Virgil van Dijk was born in 1991, but can you tell me the day and the month he was born.
Becky: “This is a fix! These questions are impossible to answer!”
Tom: “Do you want to at least have a guess? You have a 1 in 365 chance! Haha!”
Becky: “Very funny! I’ll go for 26th September.”
Tom: “Sorry that’s wrong. It actually is 8th July.”
Becky: “Please don’t choose my knickers. Please choose my high heel shoes for me to take off”
Tom “Go on then, I’ll be kind”
Becky slips off her green high heel shoes to leave her wearing just a pair of white skimpy knickers. Tom picks up another bucket and throws its contents at point blank range at Becky’s front. She squeals as thick chocolate sauce splatters all over her face and upper body. Immediately she goes to wipe her face and eyes which gives the audience an good view of her naked chest, before she realises what she is doing and goes back to holding her tits with her hands.
Tom: “You’ll be glad to know this is the final question. Firming is Liverpool’s Brazilian striker, but how many times has he represented his country?”
Becky: “Haven’t got a clue. I’ll guess 50”
Tom: “Close but no cigar! The actual number is 38”
Becky: “And I guess I need to take my knickers off?”
Tom: “Yes please”
Cavorting her body with the aim of not letting the cameras or the audience get a view of her most intimate areas, Becky slips her knickers off and uses her left arm and hand to cover her tits, and her right hand to cover her muff. The very vulnerable presenter stands naked next to Tom, as she waits for her final messy forfeit.
Tom: “Unfortunately we seem to have run out of buckets.”
Becky: “Thank goodness for that’”
Tom: “But we have something else to act as a kind of substitute….”
At the back of the studio, a partition was pulled back to reveal a perspex walled tank with a large compartment overhead.
Becky: “What’s that?”
Tom: “Its our specially built gunge tank, just for you Becky. Please follow me”
The naked presenter continued to use her arms and hands to cover her modesty as she walked behind Tom, but this gave a great view of her sexy bum to the cameras and audience, and she received many wolf whistles as she made her way to the tank. The door was opened and Becky stepped in, and sat down on the plastic chair inside. She looked above her, to see a nozzle pointing directly down on her. She gulped and started to lightly shake her head.
Tom had positioned himself at the side of the tank and his hand was on the lever “Are you ready Becky?”
Becky: “No!”
Tom: “Too bad”
As Tom finished speaking he pulled hard on the lever which at first made a gurgling noise over Becky’s head. Inquisitively Becky looked up, but it was an unfortunate reaction, as she was met with a thick green gunge deluge which splashed over her face, and quickly saturated her hair and coated her body. After 10 seconds the deluge came to a stop and Tom opened the door. A thoroughly slimed Becky gingerly stepped out, still clutching her tits and muff with her hands and arms.
Tom: “Have you enjoyed your anniversary Becky?”
Becky smiled wryly back at him “What do you think?”