Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon Results
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Mr. G. entered the set to a round of applause on another episode of Let Her Have It. Today was a special show sponsored bt Danon Activia. Danon Activia is a brand of yogurts. Today they were going to play a special role in the show. Mr. G. announced this and then introduced the two ladies who were up for the vote this week. He welcomed Amanda Holden and Martine McCutcheon to the show. They entered from opposite sides of the stage. Amanda looked amazing. She wore a dark blue dress that was cut off at one shoulder. Martine looking equally as good wearing a dark purple dress. Amanda laughed and waived to the audience as she entered. Martine gave a polite smile. “I have a feeling that we are overdressed,” Amanda joked. Mr. G. welcomed his guests to the show. “So Martine, we all know why you ladies are here. What are your thoughts on this evening?,” he asked. “I am very, very nervous. I don’t particularly want to have the whole country laughing at me. I know the loser is in for quite a gross evening as well, and I pray that it is not going to be me,” She replied. “And Amanda , how about you?,” he asked. “I am actually, not that familiar with the show. I do know that if I lose this vote I am in big trouble. Losing is just not an option I don’t think. Believe me, I do not want to lose tonight,” She joked. “Well, that is not up to you, or us for that matter,” Mr. G. said, “It is our viewers who voted and one of you will lose. There is an equally good chance that either of you could win or lose. We will find out after the break.” The ad break went ahead with an advert for Danon Activia.
The show returned from break. “Ok, everyone,” Mr. G. said,” We will not beat around the bush today. Someone is going to get it and get it good. So we will go straight to our results now. If that is ok with everyone.” The crowd cheered its approval. Martine looked really nervous. Amanda gave a nervous laugh. She bit her lip. The lights were turned down and the tension began to build in the studio. “So, here we go,” Mr. G. said,” Good luck ladies. You are going to need it. So, Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon. You have both been on the television for a long time, but you have never been on a show like this one. One of you is going to be receiving the punishment, but who will it be. Ok, everyone we are ready now. This is going to get very embarrassing for one of you very soon. Amanda Holden, Martine McCutcheon. Who will it be?” Martine stared at the floor, her hands together, almost praying. Amanda looked around in all directions. She was sweating. She closed her eyes as Mr. G. read. “ Our loser. The person who received the most votes. The person getting messy tonight is…. Amanda Holden.” Martine breathed a huge sigh of relief. The audience cheered loudly. Amanda’s eyes darted everywhere in a panic. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. She pointed to herself, as if to say, “Me?” She bit her lip in anger and frustration. She did not want to lose this vote. She did not even know why she had agreed to this, but she could not back out now. She was going to be paying the consequences. “So, congratulations are in order for Martine. You have won and have escaped the mess. Well done.” “I’m so relieved,” she blurted out. “Sorry Amanda, but better you than me.” “And Amanda, well, you lost the vote and now you will have to pay the price.” ”Indeed, it appears that I will. Is there any way out of this,” she joked,” I can make it worth your while.” “As tempting as that sounds Amanda. I am afraid that there is no escape. But if you still want to talk after the show, you can meet me backstage.” “Well, the offer is off now, I’m going to be covered in disgusting mess in a minute,” she replied flirting with him. “Unfortunately, Amanda, you are going to get it and you are going to get it good.” “Charming,” she joked.
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To start off with a huge gunge tank was revealed. Above the seat, where the mess was stored was a gigantic pot of Danon Activia. The tank looked like one gigantic yoghurt pot. “Amanda, is going to experience Danon Activia in a whole new way today,” Mr. G. explained. When Amanda realized what was going to happen, she burst out in laughter. She pointed at the tank and laughed. She was lead over to it. The plastic door was opened and she was let inside. She took her seat and the door was closed behind her. She repositioned her dress and sat in the centre of the tank. “Ok, Martine,” Mr. G. said, “Take it away.” “Well, today’s show is brought to you by Danon Activia. It is England’s number one yoghurt brand for a reason, as Amanda is about to find out. It is everyone out there who needs some TLC. Tummy loving care. That is exactly what Amanda her is going to get. TLC.” With that the song , Give me some loving, from the famous tv commercials began playing. Amanda erupted in laughter. “This is too funny,” she said. She clapped her hands. The audience clapped their hands and stomped their feet to the music. Martine danced her way over the plunger for the tank. “This tank is filled with tons of Danon Activia yoghurt and Amanda here is going to experience it in a very different way than anyone usually would. Should we give Amanda some TLC.” The crowd cheered its approval. Amanda’s eyes widened. She looked like a deer in headlights. She could not see when Martine was about to hit the plunger. She could not hear because of the music. Before Amanda could brace herself, oceans of thick light orange peach yogurt began to fall on her head. She grimaced as the gunge like yoghurt poured and poured down over her head. It covered her head and then fell down her face. She closed her eyes as her entire head was engulfed in the thick, smooth, cold, soft substance. It oozed down her shoulders and body, smearing everywhere. Her dress already saturated and dripping with mess. She took her index fingers and tried to clear some of the yoghurt from her eyes. She laughed as the tank was refilled with strawberry yoghurt. This time Amanda screamed at the top of her voice as Martine released the bright pink mess on her from above. This time it hit with force. It splattered everywhere, bouncing off the sides of the tank and in all directions. It was so heavy and hit with such force, that it nearly took Amanda’s dress with it. She had to struggle to keep it up. She wrapped one arm around her chest to try to keep it on her. She did not want the dress to come off, because she did not have anything on underneath it. She really had not chosen the right outfit to wear today. As the next waive of yoghurt hit her with all its force, she could no longer hold her grip and the weight and strength of the yoghurt pulled the dress off of her. In an instant, she realized that she was stark naked. She quickly pushed her knees together and placed her hands over her breasts and vagina, trying to salvage any modesty that she had left. Of course, the crowd was howling with laughter at what was happening to her.
When the yoghurt had stopped, Martine walked over to the tank and coerced Amanda out. She resisted that first, but then realized that she would have to come out sometime. She leaned over and tried to grab her dress. Martine was too quick and grabbed it herself. She held it in her hand, as the audience cheered. She then tossed the dress to the crowd. Amanda slowly walked from the tank. She carefully placed her hands over her private parts as she was instructed to walk over to a chair at the centre of the stage that had been set up for her. She walked slowly, leaving a trail of mess behind her. “Get a move on,” Martine said. She reached back and smacked Amanda on the backside. This made Amanda jump and involuntarily raise her arms, thus revealing to the world what she had tried to conceal. She also yelped loudly. She quickly covered up again and ran to the chair, taking her seat. She crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands.
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Martine now approached with lots of small pots of the yoghurt in her hands for Amanda. “I don’t even like yoghurt, to tell you the truth,” Amanda said,” I won’t be buying it again any time soon, I can tell you that,” she joked. “You would think that it smells good, but it doesn’t. It smells like curdled milk.” She turned up her nose and laughed. Martine began taking the little pots of yogurt and tipping them onto Amanda, as Amanda laughed and made face. The first few were blueberry yogurt. Martine took her hands and opened three cartons at once onto Amanda. Thick, dark purple mess poured down on her, matting her face in yoghurt. Amanda had tons of fake tan on anyway, but at this moment, she never looked more red in her life. Martine then grabbed some pots of prune yoghurt. “This will keep you regular, ” she said. She laughed and began to pour the cups of yoghurt brimming with prunes over Amanda. “Prunes! This can’t be happening!,” she laughed. Martine poured one straight down her nose and the front of her face. She poured another down her neck and shoulders and another across her mouth. It felt like suntan lotion on her, but much smellier and more gross. She wrapped her arms around her body as Martine emptied more yoghurt over her.
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When Martine was done she said,” As you can see, Danon Activia is intensely creamy and delicious. Give yourself some TLC. We gave Amanda here a heaping dose of TLC. She couldn’t have enjoyed it more.” Amanda was ringing yoghurt from her hair. She rolled her eyes. “I’m on tv. I’m naked and I’m covered in yoghurt. Yes things are just marvellous for me today. I love yoghurt, especially when it is smeared all over my naked body. It’s just great.” “Do you want to say hi to your friends at Britain’s got talent?,” Martine asked. “Shut up,” Amanda said,” They will be loving every minute of this once they see it.”
Mr. G. thanked Amanda and said goodbye. The show ended with a shot of a filthy Amanda trying to make her way backstage without revealing any of her modesty and trying not to slip over in the yogurt.
Mr. G. entered the set to a round of applause on another episode of Let Her Have It. Today was a special show sponsored bt Danon Activia. Danon Activia is a brand of yogurts. Today they were going to play a special role in the show. Mr. G. announced this and then introduced the two ladies who were up for the vote this week. He welcomed Amanda Holden and Martine McCutcheon to the show. They entered from opposite sides of the stage. Amanda looked amazing. She wore a dark blue dress that was cut off at one shoulder. Martine looking equally as good wearing a dark purple dress. Amanda laughed and waived to the audience as she entered. Martine gave a polite smile. “I have a feeling that we are overdressed,” Amanda joked. Mr. G. welcomed his guests to the show. “So Martine, we all know why you ladies are here. What are your thoughts on this evening?,” he asked. “I am very, very nervous. I don’t particularly want to have the whole country laughing at me. I know the loser is in for quite a gross evening as well, and I pray that it is not going to be me,” She replied. “And Amanda , how about you?,” he asked. “I am actually, not that familiar with the show. I do know that if I lose this vote I am in big trouble. Losing is just not an option I don’t think. Believe me, I do not want to lose tonight,” She joked. “Well, that is not up to you, or us for that matter,” Mr. G. said, “It is our viewers who voted and one of you will lose. There is an equally good chance that either of you could win or lose. We will find out after the break.” The ad break went ahead with an advert for Danon Activia.
The show returned from break. “Ok, everyone,” Mr. G. said,” We will not beat around the bush today. Someone is going to get it and get it good. So we will go straight to our results now. If that is ok with everyone.” The crowd cheered its approval. Martine looked really nervous. Amanda gave a nervous laugh. She bit her lip. The lights were turned down and the tension began to build in the studio. “So, here we go,” Mr. G. said,” Good luck ladies. You are going to need it. So, Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon. You have both been on the television for a long time, but you have never been on a show like this one. One of you is going to be receiving the punishment, but who will it be. Ok, everyone we are ready now. This is going to get very embarrassing for one of you very soon. Amanda Holden, Martine McCutcheon. Who will it be?” Martine stared at the floor, her hands together, almost praying. Amanda looked around in all directions. She was sweating. She closed her eyes as Mr. G. read. “ Our loser. The person who received the most votes. The person getting messy tonight is…. Amanda Holden.” Martine breathed a huge sigh of relief. The audience cheered loudly. Amanda’s eyes darted everywhere in a panic. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. She pointed to herself, as if to say, “Me?” She bit her lip in anger and frustration. She did not want to lose this vote. She did not even know why she had agreed to this, but she could not back out now. She was going to be paying the consequences. “So, congratulations are in order for Martine. You have won and have escaped the mess. Well done.” “I’m so relieved,” she blurted out. “Sorry Amanda, but better you than me.” “And Amanda, well, you lost the vote and now you will have to pay the price.” ”Indeed, it appears that I will. Is there any way out of this,” she joked,” I can make it worth your while.” “As tempting as that sounds Amanda. I am afraid that there is no escape. But if you still want to talk after the show, you can meet me backstage.” “Well, the offer is off now, I’m going to be covered in disgusting mess in a minute,” she replied flirting with him. “Unfortunately, Amanda, you are going to get it and you are going to get it good.” “Charming,” she joked.
To start off with a huge gunge tank was revealed. Above the seat, where the mess was stored was a gigantic pot of Danon Activia. The tank looked like one gigantic yoghurt pot. “Amanda, is going to experience Danon Activia in a whole new way today,” Mr. G. explained. When Amanda realized what was going to happen, she burst out in laughter. She pointed at the tank and laughed. She was lead over to it. The plastic door was opened and she was let inside. She took her seat and the door was closed behind her. She repositioned her dress and sat in the centre of the tank. “Ok, Martine,” Mr. G. said, “Take it away.” “Well, today’s show is brought to you by Danon Activia. It is England’s number one yoghurt brand for a reason, as Amanda is about to find out. It is everyone out there who needs some TLC. Tummy loving care. That is exactly what Amanda her is going to get. TLC.” With that the song , Give me some loving, from the famous tv commercials began playing. Amanda erupted in laughter. “This is too funny,” she said. She clapped her hands. The audience clapped their hands and stomped their feet to the music. Martine danced her way over the plunger for the tank. “This tank is filled with tons of Danon Activia yoghurt and Amanda here is going to experience it in a very different way than anyone usually would. Should we give Amanda some TLC.” The crowd cheered its approval. Amanda’s eyes widened. She looked like a deer in headlights. She could not see when Martine was about to hit the plunger. She could not hear because of the music. Before Amanda could brace herself, oceans of thick light orange peach yogurt began to fall on her head. She grimaced as the gunge like yoghurt poured and poured down over her head. It covered her head and then fell down her face. She closed her eyes as her entire head was engulfed in the thick, smooth, cold, soft substance. It oozed down her shoulders and body, smearing everywhere. Her dress already saturated and dripping with mess. She took her index fingers and tried to clear some of the yoghurt from her eyes. She laughed as the tank was refilled with strawberry yoghurt. This time Amanda screamed at the top of her voice as Martine released the bright pink mess on her from above. This time it hit with force. It splattered everywhere, bouncing off the sides of the tank and in all directions. It was so heavy and hit with such force, that it nearly took Amanda’s dress with it. She had to struggle to keep it up. She wrapped one arm around her chest to try to keep it on her. She did not want the dress to come off, because she did not have anything on underneath it. She really had not chosen the right outfit to wear today. As the next waive of yoghurt hit her with all its force, she could no longer hold her grip and the weight and strength of the yoghurt pulled the dress off of her. In an instant, she realized that she was stark naked. She quickly pushed her knees together and placed her hands over her breasts and vagina, trying to salvage any modesty that she had left. Of course, the crowd was howling with laughter at what was happening to her.
When the yoghurt had stopped, Martine walked over to the tank and coerced Amanda out. She resisted that first, but then realized that she would have to come out sometime. She leaned over and tried to grab her dress. Martine was too quick and grabbed it herself. She held it in her hand, as the audience cheered. She then tossed the dress to the crowd. Amanda slowly walked from the tank. She carefully placed her hands over her private parts as she was instructed to walk over to a chair at the centre of the stage that had been set up for her. She walked slowly, leaving a trail of mess behind her. “Get a move on,” Martine said. She reached back and smacked Amanda on the backside. This made Amanda jump and involuntarily raise her arms, thus revealing to the world what she had tried to conceal. She also yelped loudly. She quickly covered up again and ran to the chair, taking her seat. She crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands.
Martine now approached with lots of small pots of the yoghurt in her hands for Amanda. “I don’t even like yoghurt, to tell you the truth,” Amanda said,” I won’t be buying it again any time soon, I can tell you that,” she joked. “You would think that it smells good, but it doesn’t. It smells like curdled milk.” She turned up her nose and laughed. Martine began taking the little pots of yogurt and tipping them onto Amanda, as Amanda laughed and made face. The first few were blueberry yogurt. Martine took her hands and opened three cartons at once onto Amanda. Thick, dark purple mess poured down on her, matting her face in yoghurt. Amanda had tons of fake tan on anyway, but at this moment, she never looked more red in her life. Martine then grabbed some pots of prune yoghurt. “This will keep you regular, ” she said. She laughed and began to pour the cups of yoghurt brimming with prunes over Amanda. “Prunes! This can’t be happening!,” she laughed. Martine poured one straight down her nose and the front of her face. She poured another down her neck and shoulders and another across her mouth. It felt like suntan lotion on her, but much smellier and more gross. She wrapped her arms around her body as Martine emptied more yoghurt over her.
When Martine was done she said,” As you can see, Danon Activia is intensely creamy and delicious. Give yourself some TLC. We gave Amanda here a heaping dose of TLC. She couldn’t have enjoyed it more.” Amanda was ringing yoghurt from her hair. She rolled her eyes. “I’m on tv. I’m naked and I’m covered in yoghurt. Yes things are just marvellous for me today. I love yoghurt, especially when it is smeared all over my naked body. It’s just great.” “Do you want to say hi to your friends at Britain’s got talent?,” Martine asked. “Shut up,” Amanda said,” They will be loving every minute of this once they see it.”
Mr. G. thanked Amanda and said goodbye. The show ended with a shot of a filthy Amanda trying to make her way backstage without revealing any of her modesty and trying not to slip over in the yogurt.
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