Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Heather Dinich takes it like a pro




Heather Dinich takes it like a pro

Heather Dinich worked in the male dominated world of sports reporting. She was a writer and reporter for ESPN. Her main focus was college football. This world was more testosterone based than typical, for sure. She was also a quite attractive younger female. It was not an easy environment to work in. It took a lot for her to gain respect in the industry, but she managed to over time. Many of the more macho, chauvinistic men around her still would make rude comments behind her back. She was not really aware of any of this. She was definitely the object of a lot of sexual fantasy among the ranks of the reporters, coaches and players in college football. 

The team at ESPN decided to create a situation where Heather would be subject to some embarrassment. The set up was before a college football game outside the stadium.  There was no real reason given for why it was set up. Everyone was just told that the public would be voting for which ESPN college football personality they wanted to see be put in the stocks. Heather really did not want to be the one that this was going to happen to. She was quite shy and a little geeky. Public embarrassment was not something that she wanted to be facing. She felt very awkward about the whole situation. She was very nervous. She never thought that it was going to be her who would be the one. She was one of the only people, however, who did not think that it was going to be her. Everyone had an equal chance, but the deck was stacked against Heather without her even knowing it. 

Before the game began, on college gameday, the stocks were set up outside the stadium. It was teased that right before the game, one ESPN personality would be placed in the stocks. Heather wondered why the others were not more nervous. “It could be you going in there. I wouldn’t be so confident,” she would warn them. They knew that they had nothing to worry about, but they were not going to let her know that. Heather wore her green dress that she had worn on air before.

The end of the show arrived. Everyone gathered around the stocks. “Ok everyone, the big moment has finally arrived. Someone is going in those stocks over there. It is time for everyone to find out who it will be. I think someone needs to be very nervous. Someone is going to get messy. It is time to find out who,” the announcer said,” Is everyone ready?” The gathered crowd cheered. The college crowd was raucous. They really wanted to see an ESPN anchor getting messy. “Ok, everyone, the person going in the stocks and receiving the mess will be….” Everyone looked nervous. Heather closed her eyes and crossed her fingers. Everyone was yelling out names. “Heather, Heather Dinich.” Heather’s jaw fell open. She pointed at herself. “Me, you are kidding,” she said. She shook her head. The other anchors laughed and shook hands. She tried to play it cool, but she was shitting herself at this point. 

Everyone was cheering. Heather had a shocked and very concerned look on her face. She was escorted to the stocks. The top of the stocks was raised. Heather had to walk over. She looked at it. She reluctantly leaned over into places. She stroked her hair. Her sexy neck was put into place. She looked very worried. Her colleagues looked very excited. The top of the stocks were lowered down onto Heather and she was locked into place. Heather realised that she was in deep trouble now. She could hear everyone wolf whistling and cheering. She turned her head as best she could, seeing some of the male college students hauling in buckets from the cafeteria. She could not tell what was in them but she could tell that they were heavy and very smelly. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God,” she said to herself. She could see her colleagues celebrating and laughing. Heather was about to get it. Thoughts ran through her head about how it disgusted she was for this to be happening in front of a bunch of drunken college students. It was downright humiliating.

It was going to be a group of drunken frat boys who were going to be administering the mess to Heather. Two beefy young college lads came over, eyeing her up. They then each leaned over and smiled at one another. They reached down and grabbed the top of Heather’s dress. They then pulled it down and off of her. She shrieked as they dropped her dress to the ground. This left her bent over in only her matching white bra and panties. She knew people would be photographing this. She was bent over in a very vulnerable position in only her underwear. A necklace dangled around her neck and she still had her shoes on as well. The camera panned up her body as the show went to commercial. They forced Heather to wait helplessly in the position that she was in during the break. Prolonging her humiliation. It was agony to wait. She wiggled her legs and frowned as she waited.

The show, finally returned from break. The burly lads then came over carrying one massive bucket. It was gigantic. “Ok, everyone. You all voted to see this, Heather is going to get trashed,” the host said. On this occasion, all the mess was in one bucket. It was not really a bucket, but more like a garbage can. It was not filled with trash, but with layers of sloppy mess from the college cafeteria. The young men lifted the trash can over the prone reporter. The actual can was larger than she was. She could not lie, the thought of athletic young muscle bound college guys dominating her like this was something that was actually sending tinges of excitement up and down her spine.

The guys lifted the container in the air. She smiled as they began to tip it over the half-naked sports caster. The words,” Oh my god,” were echoed as the mess began to pour out of the bucket over Heather. Out of the bucket initially came a layer of thick white mess.  It appeared to be some sort of chowder or soup. It was smooth and creamy and totally sloppy. Everyone held their breath as it fell and landed with a splash onto Heather’s sexy body. Everyone erupted in laughter, but everyone was a little bit shocked at what they were witnessing, it was that gross. The mess poured all over Heather’s back and then down her body and over her head. Heather was overwhelmed by embarrassment and repulsion. She could barely realize the shear grossness of the mess that was being dumped onto her. The thick creamy soup slowly making its way all over the curves of her body.

This mess was very unique as well. It was layered and changed as it poured. The white soup changed a purple colour. What appeared to be red cabbage poured down onto her.  It was dumped onto her head and over her back, piling onto her body. It then changed to porridge. It was thick and gloppy as it plopped its way down her sexy body. Her entire body tightened up as the mess poured all over her. It made its way down her face and body. The young men moved the trash can back and forth over the half-naked reporter, dumping mess down the entirety of her body as they went. Oatmeal rolled down her backside and legs and down her chest. The mess then changed to what appeared to be bits of stuffed peppers, completed with sloppy spaghetti sauce. The bits were all mushed up but included the rice and meat mixture as well as bits of peppers and sauce.

Next to come in the trash can was rice pudding. Heather could only close her eyes. Her body tensed up all over as she felt the sloppy mess all over her body. She could feel it against her body, all over her skin. Staining her white underwear forever. The mess seemed to pour for ages.  Next was barbeque chicken. It was covered in thick barbecue sauce and in slices and chunks. It just came out as a brownish red, sloppy, lumpy mess. It was smooth and sloppy as it poured down onto her. It was followed by sloppy joes. This was thick ground beef filled with onions and peppers in a chilli sauce. Everyone collectively cringed as they witnessed the sloppy substance poured up and down Heather Dinich. Heather felt this mess all over her body. The cold sloppy mess everywhere on her body. The final layer of mess was potato salad. This was the crowning glory. It smelled hideous and looked just as bad. It made its way from the trash can all over Heather. It landed in lumps, tumbling all over her head and body. The crowd cheering and screaming, laughing at the humiliated sports caster.

The camera took a roving shot up and down Heather, showing her messy body in a panoramic view. It settled, finally on her face. She gave a half cringe, half smile as her face filled the screen. She looked utterly defeated and embarrassed. She was finally let loose from the pillory. The college coeds, lifting the top for her. She slid her body out, this allowing some of the mess to roll off of her. She then stood in front of the camera and everyone gathered. She rolled her eyes. She gave a half-hearted wave and sighed.

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