Cher Lloyd I will be number one

Cher Lloyd I will be number one

Cheryl Cole had been Cher Lloyd’s mentor on X Factor. The two had a lot in common and remained close long after they both had finished with the show. Cher had done ok for herself after the show. She had a few hits and had some minor success in America. This, along with the way she naturally was as a person caused her to be totally conceited and think that she was much bigger than she actually was. She was always bragging, even thinking that she had become a bigger star than even her mentor. She could be very annoying at times.

Cher had a new album coming out. She thought that it would be really big. She kept bragging to Cheryl, and to everyone else for that matter that it would go to number one the week it was released. Cheryl knew that there was just no way that that was going to happen. Cher had some success but she was not huge in the UK at all anymore. The hits she had were several years old by now and her moment had passed a little bit. Cher was constantly bragging to Cheryl. Cheryl could not take it anymore. Out of frustration, she blurted out,” It will not get to number one, Cher.” “What do you mean?,” she asked, shocked. “It takes huge sales to get to number one on the album chart and the album chart is geared towards large acts and bands rather than pop singers. There is just no way that your album will be number one, hun.” “Yeah it will. I am a massive star now. I have been to America. I am as big as any of them. Do you want to bet on it?,” she said. “Well I tell you what, how about this, if it goes to number one you can gunge me. If it doesn’t, I will get to gunge you.” She thought about it for a moment. “Yeah of course, You are on. In fact, how about the loser will have to be naked as well?” “Fair enough Cher, anything you want.” Cheryl said. Cheryl knew that she was in no real danger of losing. Cher’s vanity had clouded her vision. Her album had little chance to get to number one. 

The two listened to chart show on the radio on the big television at Cheryl’s house. They were going to wait for the announcement of the new album chart that always occurred about three quarters of the way through the show. The two had some wine and relaxed listening to the show, realising the dire state of the music industry as they did. It was filled mainly with terrible dance tracks by forgettable faceless artists. Throughout, Cher kept teasing Cheryl about what she was going to do to her later as a celebration for her number one album and for her victory. Cheryl just let her talk. She had big plans for Cher. She knew that there was no way she could lose. She kept her composure and kept silent throughout, laughing to herself at Cher’s unbelievable arrogance.

Finally, it was time for the album chart. The list began to be read out. They both believed that maybe the tension would build until the top of the chart. This all never came to a head though because, as the chart was read, it was revealed that Cher’s album only got to number 15. The look on Cher’s face was priceless. She was truly shocked. Her mouth was half open. She looked appalled. Cheryl grinned. She tried not to gloat, but it was impossible to wipe the smile from her face. Cher was absolutely speechless. Cheryl took her by the hand and led her into the next room. This is where the fun would begin. Cher was in a state of shock. She just kept repeating the number 15 over and over again. Her record company were not going to be very pleased either.

  

“Keep cool pet, I will be back in just a second,” Cheryl said. She slipped away to the kitchen. She was gone for a brief few minutes and then returned carrying a few items with her to use on Cher. “Alright Cher, it is time to learn your lesson. Time to get dirty,” Cheryl said.  “Ok then, I am a dirty your dirty bitch,” Cher replied. Cheryl lifted up an enormous bucket of thick pink gunge. Cher’s body shivered with anticipation of what this was going to feel like.

All she could do was wiggle her toes. Cheryl slowly tipped the gunge over Cher. She started at her feet and slowly worked her way up her up. Up her calves and thighs, then all over her hips and crotch, up her stomach and then her chest, finally over her head and her thick hair. Cher closed her eyes and bit her lips as she felt the pink gunge slowly pouring directly all over her naked body. Cheryl then moved the gunge bucket back in the other direction, coating Cher’s thin body with a second coat of bright pink gunge. She could feel it everywhere. She was already totally covered. There was not much of her that was not feeling the effects of the gunge. It was also collecting underneath her body. She bit her lip. It felt almost like the sensual touch of a lover, touching her nude body.

Cheryl then grabbed two canisters of whipped cream. She shook them vigorously in her hands and popped the tops off. She then directed the whipped cream on strategic areas of Cher’s body. She started by decorating Cher’s breasts. She started at the nipples and worked her way outwards in a swirl motion. She moved it in circles and covered each of Cher’s breasts in it, in their entirety. As the cream touched Cher’s warm flesh, it instantly began to melt. Cheryl then placed the nozzles directly between her protégé’s legs. She moved them back and forth over her private parts, in lines. Slowly she moved it up and down, totally covering Cher’s vagina in whipped cream. What was left of the cream, Cheryl sprayed up and down Cher’s stomach. She then used it to draw a smiley face on her tummy. Cheryl then took a creamy pie and splatted it downwards straight onto Cher’s face. Cheryl left the pie where it was on Cher’s face. Cher could do nothing except wiggle the muscles in her face around in a vain attempt to get the pie plate to fall away from her face. Eventually, she was able to do enough to dislodge it from her face, sending it crashing to the floor. Cher’s face was covered in creamy pie. The pie looked incredible covering Cher’s facial features. Cher’s face was covered in a sort of pie mask. It looked amazing and quite funny. It looked as though she had a moustache made of creamy pie. She kept wiggling her nose and mouth as well which made her look even more ridiculous. The moment of impact was something to behold. The pie really suited her. Cheryl recorded the moment of impact on her phone so that she could watch it over and over again.

Cheryl then took a massive container of what contained, what is known as banana delight. It was a mixture of banana pudding, banana slices, sponge, whipped cream and sprinkles. It also had toffee and chocolate sauce drizzled over the top as well. It was a mountain of sweet sloppy goodness. Like a big sundae. Cheryl brought it over and turned it over on top of Cher’s stomach. It all fell out onto her body in a huge lump of mess. She then slammed her hands down, slapping the yellow and white mess on Cher. She took her hands and rubbed the banana delight around all over Cher’s body, slathering her in the tasty mess. Cher bit her lip. “Oh god,” she murmured Cheryl smiled as she covered Cher in the delectable banana substance. She made satisfied noises as she slopped Cher Lloyd up. She fondled her breasts as she did it and then massaged her vagina. Cher’s tattoos and piercings were now covered in mess.

Cheryl then took an entire cold meat and salad platter out. It was a catering style one filled with lunch meat, tuna, slices of cheese, mustard, mayonnaise and other condiments. Cheryl removed the large round plastic lid from the top and dropped it on the floor. She then lifted up the whole tray and with one movement, dumped the entire thing over Cher Lloyd. The entire contents of the giant platter toppled over Cher’s face and body. In an instant, her body looked and smelled as if a sandwich had exploded all over her. She would have never imagined that one day she would have bologna on her ass and pimento loaf stuck to her face but that was the situation that she was in. She was covered. The contents of the platter were stuck all over Cher’s already sloppy body. Cher was experiencing cold cuts in a whole new way. Deli mustard and mayonnaise was all over her body as well.

“Looking a bit messy there Cher,” Cheryl said,” You look good enough to eat,” she teased. Cher lay silent and helpless. “Guess, what Cher. I ordered out for some Chinese,” Cheryl said. She then produced some containers that held Chinese food. Chicken chow mein, sweet and sour pork, egg fried rice. She kneeled down and opened the containers. Then, one by one, she picked them up and began to dump them up and down Cher’s prone body. She started with the rice, then the pork and finally the noodles. She took her time decorating Cher Lloyd in mountains of Chinese food.  When she was finished, she looked like a human buffet. There were rice and noodles stuck all over Cher’s body. Cher’s huge main of hair sprayed hair was also covered in Chinese food. Cheryl looked down and smiled. Cher was totally covered in mess.

“Now, Cher love, I hope you learned a lesson,” Cheryl said. She undid the cuffs and set her free. Cher wiped some of the mess away from her body. She sat up. She used her hands to pull some of the mess from her hair. She smiled and laughed. “Oh how fun,” she said,” Fair play. You got me this time. Maybe I deserved it.” She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.