Let Fleur East have it

Let Fleur East have it

Fleur East was the final female contestant left on the X Factor. She and her fellow finalists were asked to appear on Let Her Have It as way of promoting the final. The other two finalists were males. It was obvious how the show would end for Fleur. She was good sport so agreed to take part, knowing, generally what her fate was going to be before the evening was over. She knew that she was in for a night of mess and embarrassment. She was up for a laugh, plus, she kind of had the hots for Mr. G. as well. She had always, sort of had a crush on him, so she was looking forward to meeting him.

She wore an incredibly sexy outfit on this day. She wore black hotpants and boots. She also wore a multi-coloured tank top that showed off her abs as well. A lot of skin was showing for her tonight. She looked very good. She had her hair in the normal way, in a large afro hairstyle. She looked incredible overall. She knew that she would be getting very dirty tonight, one way or another.

The show started and Fleur and the other finalists were welcomed to the show. It was Fleur, Andrea and Ben.  Mr. G. interviewed them. He spoke to them in the normal manner that was common place on talk shows, asking them about the show, the competition and the final. They all said how amazing the show was. They said how excited they were to be in the finals and how great it would be to win the show. The conversation then turned to more interesting things. “Well, as riveting as this has been, it’s time to get down to business,” Mr. G. said,” This is not your average talk show. You all know what we have to move on to.” Everyone laughed, especially Fleur.

“Well someone is going to be getting messy in a few moments from now. Earlier today we had a little vote. It’s a different one from the X Factor vote so don’t worry, but I can now reveal the results. It was a landslide. I guess it is no surprise that the person who received the most votes was in fact Fleur here.” He reached out and massaged her shoulder. She laughed. “No, me , really, it couldn’t be,” she joked. “It looks like I am the people’s choice,” she joked,” What an honour.” “Yes Fleur, it appears everyone wants to see you get messy,” Mr. G. said. “Oh well,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Ok, Fleur, can you please follow me,” Mr. G. said. “Of course, I would follow you anywhere,” Fleur flirted. She sat up and followed him over to a gunge tank.

This tank was solid. It had no door. It was a seat built into what appeared to be a wall that formed around her sides and above her head. The mess in the tank that was above, could not be seen. It all appeared to be solid. Fleur stepped in and took her seat. She laughed as looked up and gave a nervous look. Her X Factor competitors joined Mr. G. at the cord. “So, Fleur, you have the privilege and honour to take your place in the mess. Do you have any last words for us?,” Mr. G. asked. She took a deep breath, laughed and said, “Just let me have it, I guess.”

“Ok, here we go,” Mr. G. said Fleur laughed. “I will let Ben and Andrea do the honours,” he said “Actually, would it be possible for you do it?,” Fleur said,” I have always liked the idea of you letting me have,” she said suggestively. “Well, ok, sure. Of course, we can make that happen,” he said. She laughed as he took the cord in hand. “Let me have it baby,” she said with a huge giggle. “Ok, here we go, it’s time for Fleur East to take the mess. Let’s count her down everyone.” Everyone began to count down Fleur’s fate together. “Three….Two…..One.” He then pulled down on the cord. Fleur laughed and closed her eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest.

Everyone let out an audible gasp as white gunge began to pour down onto Fleur. She smiled and closed her eyes as the gunge fell from above and landed on one side of her head. It began to soak her afro, crushing it and weighing it down. The gunge was slightly off centre at this point though and the result was that it only covered half of her afro. The bit on the other side of her head was still sticking up like normal, as the other side was squashed with white gunge. It poured down one side of her face and then down her chest and stomach and all over her leg. She was soon covered in white gunge on one side of her body, while the other side was relatively clean.

When the colour of the gunge changed it became obvious that the direction of the gunge was no accident. It was calibrated to do what it had, as the second portion of gunge, which was blue green began to fall on the other side of Fleur. It poured down onto her. It slopped up her clothes, covering it in slimy mess. It poured onto her hair. The afro stayed in place for a moment before succumbing to the weight of the gunge the soon covered it. It poured over her face. Fleur closed her eyes and shook her head as the gunge totally covered her face. At this point she looked very silly, half of her body covered in different colours of gunge.

After that, the mess changed. Now salad fell onto her from above.  Bits of lettuce, tomato and cucumber fell onto her and most of it got stuck in her frizzy, now gunge covered hair. It was followed by creamy Italian and French salad dressing. These came down at the same time, again on different sides of Fleur. It dumped onto her face hair and body. The colours were pale pink and white. She placed her hands on her knees and twisted her neck around as the salad dressing poured on top of her. Next came a torrent of sardines in brine. The fell with a crash from above all over the sexy singer. Sardines got tangled and entwined in her hair and stuck to her body, collecting in various areas as well of her body. The smell was not exactly pleasant at this point. Fleur continued to laugh throughout all of this.

Next to come was spaghetti hoops. They began falling from above. Fleur stuck out her hands as she was slowly covered in a mountain of the sloppy spaghetti hoops. The hoops were in a thick red sloppy sauce. Fleur grimaced as the covered the top of her head and poured over her face. They soon covered her abs as well as her thighs. She was soon plastered in the stuff all over her body. She could feel them all over her body. She rubbed her hands around on her messy stomach. Her sexy abs now covered in layer after layer of sloppy mess. Her whole world at the moment was mess. She was thinking about Mr. G. and the fact that he was the one doing this to her and that got her quite excited in a way.

After the spaghetti hoops, the mess changed again to a combination of rice pudding and custard. The two came out individually, but simultaneously and began to mix as they began to splatter the sexy singer. She breathed out as the hit her and rice pudding flew from her nostrils and mouth. They poured down onto her. This mess was thick and heavy. It soon covered her lap and splattered down her legs to her ankles. Her stomach and breasts were also covered in the thick sloppy mess. Fleur rubbed her breasts and stomach. She mimicked her sexy dance moves, rubbing the delicious sloppy mess around on her sexy toned body. She then suggestively stuck her tongue out and flicked it around sensuously. She then laughed.

When the mess had stopped, she stood up and walked over to Mr. G.. She motioned to him with her finger, beckoning him closer. She then ran towards him, thrusting her mess covered body at him. She wrapped her messy body around him and then leaned over, kissing him. “I have news for you, you are going to be the one scrubbing this off me later. You can join me in the shower,” she said, “I think that I can use one right now. Don’t you?”