Shirley Manson wants Garbage

Shirley Manson wants Garbage

Shirley Manson made the unfortunate choice to be in a band called Garbage. The very mention of the name and seeing how she looked conjured up messy images. For all anyone knew, the band name could have been chosen as a messy reference. She was gorgeous as well, Scottish and ginger. She was the perfect sexy combination especially when wearing a short skirt and boots. The image of Shirley getting covered in garbage was one that was inescapable. The truth was that she had chosen the band name because of her own naughty messy fantasies. When she was asked to appear on Let Her Have It, she instantly agreed. She had wanted to appear on a show like it for a very long time. The phone conversation was a brief one. It went something like this. “Your band is called Garbage. That got us thinking.” “Say no more. I would love to get trashed by you,” she responded.

On the day of the show, she wore her famous black dress and boots combination. She looked amazing. After that day, everyone else would also always think about what the words Shirley Manson and Garbage had always brought to mind to some. There was also an underlying attraction that existed between Shirley and Mr. G. that could not be denied and was bubbling just beneath the surface.

She was welcomed to the show by Mr. G.. Shirley usually tried to appear sullen and morose, but she was quite smiley on this occasion. She looked downright excited to be there. She did try to not let her excitement show too much. They sat down on the couches opposite one another. They began to chat. “Shirley Manson, it’s so good to have you here.” “It’s good to be here. I mean, I am a bit surprised to be asked to be honest. I have not been in the public eye much in a while.” “Well, I am a big fan personally of your music and an admirer of you in particular, I have to say.” She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows. “I must say, the feeling is mutual,” she said in her sexiest Scottish accent, touching her hand to his arm and leg. “I am a big fan of this show.”

“I did always wonder something. It is slightly personal though. We know the name of your band. I always did wonder if the name was related anyway to, you know, what we do on this show.” Shirley blushed and laughed. “Well, this is a bit embarrassing, but yeah it is. I bet I can guess what you think of everything you hear the band name. I am the same and I love that people might be thinking that as well. It is kind of an inside reference. A very personal inside reference,” she said. She then winked. “Hence, why I am here today. I would love to make what everyone is thinking actually happen.” The sexual tension was through the roof. Both of them were extremely turned on at this stage.

“Well, today, we have a special secret word. As some may remember, there used to be a show called You Can’t do that on Television. On that show, if you said the words water or I don’t know, something special would happen. That is kind of what we have happening today. The word though is the name of your band.” “Got ya,” she said. Of course, what he was saying is that if she said the name of her band, she would be covered in just that.

“So, Shirley. Without further ado, in case anyone at home, maybe the younger viewers are not aware, can you tell everyone what the name of your group is, please?” Shirley crossed her legs and stretched her arms across the couch. She looked at him and almost growled,” I would love to.”

“It’s called.. Garbage.” The instant that she said the word garbage, garbage began to pour straight down upon her. On camera, she all but disappeared as piles of sloppy garbage poured down upon her head. It looked as though it was real garbage as well. It was not fake garbage or gunge made to look like it was garbage. It stunk as well. The audience gasped and some even gagged because of the disgusting stench of what was being dumped all over Shirley Manson. It could be smelled all the way to the back of the audience. People could be seen holding their noses.

It looked like mostly food waste. There were areas of different colours. There was a lot of orange, red, brown and green. Spaghetti, mushy peas, baked beans and other bits of food could be identified in the ocean of slop that trashed the singer. The garbage fell perfectly upon her. It poured onto her ginger hair, pale legs as well as the rest of her body. She was showered in trash from head to toe.

When the trash stopped falling, she took a little breath and said,” I want more Garbage.” With that, another wave of trash began to pour down upon her. She closed her eyes and looked up, surrendering herself to the garbage. She the laughed as it covered her.

When the garbage was through, she looked over at Mr. G.. She stuck out her finger and beckoned him closer. “Get your arse over here,” she told him. She then slithered her way over to him and mounted him. She began to wildly kiss him and to rub her hands all over his chest and crotch. She then asked him,” Do you like seeing me covered in garbage?” At that point more garbage rained upon them.

At this point the show had to go to commercial break.