Mollie King’s Super Saturday

By request: Here is the Mollie King story. Mollie is one of the Saturdays.  Maybe there will be more Saturday stories in teh future. Again, if any one has any requests for stories about themselves, people they know or celebrities, please get in touch and I will do my best to oblige.

Mollie King’s Super Saturday

The Saturdays area a group that spend a ton of time in each other’s company. They literally spend weeks at a time together on the road and in the studio. Sometimes the girls get a bit mischievous and like to play pranks on one another. They were usually just private jokes between one another. They were harmless, but could get pretty embarrassing at times for the person who the joke was being played on. Today, Mollie King was going to be the target of the prank. Her four band mates had spent the time to plan things out to the last detail. Mollie did not expect a thing. It was going to come as a complete surprise to her. The plan wasn’t exactly intricate though. Basically, they were going to get her into one of the dressing rooms, handcuff her and get her incredibly messy. It was simple, but effective and was going to be loads of fun.

The set up was planned for after one of the Saturdays appearances at one of the many festivals that they appeared at over the summer. The Saturdays had dozens of shows like this over a four month period. The four girls arranged for the prank to take place right after they came off stage. The four of them could not help but smile and give each other happy looks throughout their performance. This was the first time that they could not wait for the show to be over, because what was going to happen afterwards was going to be much more fun than even performing.

The show ended and the five young women headed off stage to their dressing room. They allowed Mollie to lead the way. She waived to the audience and headed off stage. Her four band mates followed behind. Mollie was wearing her usual sort of stage attire, she wore a very short purple mini skirt and a very tight fitting, cleavage showing, orange top that was very low cut around her bust line. She also wore a pair of white high heeled pumps. Her long blonde hair was straight yet flowing. The others wore matching outfits, but in different colour combinations. Mollie’s skirt was about as short as it could possibly be. It went right up to her backside and hugged her hips. Her long legs were exposed. They looked even longer due to the heels that she was wearing. The girls did not usually wear much on stage, because it became very hot out there under the lights. They had to dance through their routines, so the performances were physically demanding as well.

Mollie headed off stage and bounced towards the dressing room. The other four followed closing behind. All four entered the dressing room. Rochelle was the last in. She discreetly locked the door behind her so they would not be disturbed. Mollie headed straight for the bathroom. This fell right into the girls’ hands. While she was in the bathroom, they rolled out a chair on wheeled and set it up in the centre of the room. Una grabbed a set of handcuffs, so that they would be ready. The others got in position, so they could spring into action as soon as Mollie exited the bathroom. They waited a second until she came out. The second that exited the bathroom, Vanessa and Frankie grabbed her pushed her into the office chair. Her head spinned and she laughed and screamed before she realized what was happening. Una quickly grabbed her arms and handcuffed her wrists to the chair arms, so she could not exit. She laughed and looked around. “What is this?,” she asked, “What is happening here?” “Oh nothing special, Mollie dear,” Rochelle said,” Just one of our famous Saturday pranks.” “Hahaha,” Mollie said,” Ok, I see. So, what have you got planned for me then? Let’s hear it,” she giggled. “Well, it’s simple,” Una replied,” Just a little bit of mess. Well a lot of mess, gunge, messy food.” “All over you,” Frankie said. Mollie laughed. She knew that there was no use fighting them or getting too angry, because she was stuck. She knew the best thing to do was to try not to act too embarrassed and to try to act like she was not that bothered by the whole thing. They wanted to see her squirm. To be honest, she wished that she had thought of this before. “Why me though?,” she asked,” Surely Frankie would look a lot better covered in muck than I would,” she said. “Who knows what the future may bring,” Rochelle said,” But today it is your turn.” Mollie swung her legs and stomped her feet awaiting what was about to happen to her.

The girls then produced a plethora of containers and buckets, seemingly out of nowhere. “Oh my gosh,” Mollie said,” You were not kidding. Please be nice,” she joked. She laughed and blushed nervously. This was definitively going to be messy for her. She tried to keep her composure. She wanted to jump out of her seat and run away. She felt like she had ants in her pants. She started to squirm in the chair. She could not help herself. “Shall we girls?,” Frankie said. “let’s get started then,” Una said,” This is going to be so much fun.” Frankie approached first. She grabbed a pie tin. Encased in that tin was the sloppiest looking pie ever. It contained sloppy chocolate pie filling and creamy cool whip like cream. It was so watery and sloppy that Frankie had a job keeping it in the tin as she walked towards her helpless bandmate. She approached Mollie and came very close to her, straddling her. She lowered her head. Her face was so close to Mollie’s that they could feel each other’s breath. “This one’s all for you honey,” Frankie said. Mollie laughed and pleaded with her not to cream her. She shook her head. Frankie to the pie tin and placed it in Mollie’s face and she shook her head and squealed. She did not have to push the tin hard. When she turned it, the entire contents slid out of the tin, straight onto Mollie’s face, covering it in the semi watery mess. It oozed down her body, all over hr breasts and top leaving a round, long chocolaty trail down Mollie’s front. Loads of it made it’s way down into her chest, straight down between her breasts. She squirmed and wiggled at the feeling of the cold soppy mess against her succulent chest.

Vanessa took another pie tin. This one had wait appeared to be a caramel or toffee sort of pie filling covered with whipped cream. The pudding in these pies was made by the girls themselves. None of them were very good in the kitchen, so the pudding was not very well made. Some was watery or uneven. As it turned out this was even better because it made the pies even more sloppy and messy, which, as a result made them much sloppier for Mollie. Mollie stuck her tongue out as Frankie left her and Vanessa approached. Vanessa had a huge smile on her face. “Sorry, babe,” she said as she approached Mollie. Vanessa took her pie tin in one hand and leaned backwards. She put her other hand onto Mollie’s shoulder. She then quickly pulled her arm forward and thrust the pie into Mollie’s face. She hit Mollie firmly in her face. She then took the pie and pushed it upwards, smearing it over Mollie’s face and then over the top of her head, covering her hair with cream. She pushed it to the back of Mollie’s head. She then let go, letting the tin drop. She stepped away revealing Mollie totally creamed with the tan colour and white mess. Her mouth fell wide open laughing. Cream stuck to her teeth and mouth. Her tongue was sticking out, which was also smeared in cream. Globs of the mess stuck to her eyelashes and eyebrows as well. She was handcuffed to she could not clear any of the mess from her face. She could barely see now. All she could really do was lick her lips and try to get some of the cream from her face.

It was Una’s chance next. Una grabbed a pie tin that contained lemon pudding and cream topping. She followed behind Vanessa. She played with the tin with her hands, deciding exactly what she was going to do with the pie. She decided that Mollie’s sexy legs deserved to get the treatment next. They were still relatively on the clean side and certainly would look good in the bright yellow mess, at least Una thought so. Una approached Mollie, possibly her best friend in the world with the pie. She put her finger to her chin to show that she was thinking about something. “Una not you too!,” Mollie joked. Una just smiled sarcastically and gave a little waive. She walked towards Mollie. The other girls stood and cheered her on. She took her tin and twirled it. She then lowered it. She tipped it slightly and allowed it’s contents to spill directly onto Mollie’s thighs and skirt. Mollie winced as she felt the slimy lemon mess fall onto her bare thighs. Una then pushed the tin downward and smeared what was left into it onto Mollie’s knees and down her calves to her ankles. Mollie’s lap was filled with lemon mess and cream. Mollie lifted her legs up one by one, causing the messy lemon pudding to cover her legs and smush all over her even more. Una took her hands and rubbed the mess onto her friends skirt and legs as if she was applying suntan lotion.

Next in line of course was Rochelle. Rochelle’s pie tin was full of apple sauce, covered in squirty cream. She walked with purpose towards her helpless bandmate. Rochelle was tall and strong. She marched over to Mollie. “This is going to be fun,” Rochelle teased. Rochelle knew where she was going to plant the pie so she wasted no time in her approach. She walked quickly. She stood by Mollie and then bent over. She took her pie tin and smacked it straight into Mollie’s breasts. The apple and creamy mess poured onto her top and down onto her breasts. The applesauce also poured down her stomach and then all over her skirt. The fabric was now soaked with the mess of the pies. More poured onto her lap. The applesauce felt very cold. She had goosebumps. She shivered and squirmed as Rochelle served up the sloppy mess all over her body. She top dripped with the mess. Her expensive designed outfit was now smothered in oceans of sloppy mess. Rochelle then backed away, looking back at her handiwork and smiling from ear to ear.



Mollie was hoping that it was all over, but she wasn’t that lucky. There was more to come. There was still some buckets that her friends had ready to us on her. There were two enormous buckets that were now left. It would take two group members to lift each bucket. Both buckets were filled with gunge for Mollie. The first was lifted by Una and Vanessa. The bucket contained green gunge. They lifted the bucket in unison. It was incredibly heavy because there was so much gunge in it. Mollie began to laugh. “What are you doing now? More? Is that really necessary? Aren’t I messy enough already? Please girls, have a heart,” she protested. She knew they wouldn’t listen, but she tried to persuade them anyway. They stood behind Mollie with the bucket. “Slime time,” Vanessa said. The two girls lifted the bucket in the air. Mollie closed her eyes and crinkled her nose as she waited the impact of the slime that was going to be hitting her. She pulled her shoulders upwards. They lifted the bucket and started pouring the green gunge onto Mollie’s blond hair. It poured down the sides of her head, soaking her hair in the green goo. It then closed in on her face, covering it in a deluge of gunge. She held her breath as the gunge poured down over her face. She was showered in the gunge. It began to pour over he shoulders and down her front. It washed over her top and down onto her breasts. It poured down her arms. More fell on her from all directions. She could feel the gunge down her back, on her skirt and on her legs. She was now dripping in green gunge.

Now it was Rochelle and Frankie’s turn. They had an equally large bucket of orange gunge for Mollie. They smiled at each other cheekily as they approached Mollie. Mollie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She was already piled in mess, as was the dressing room floor. Rochelle and Frankie got themselves ready as the other two looked on and cheered them on. They raised the bucket high in the air and slowly began to dump the smooth, soft gunge onto Mollie. The orange of the gunge matched her low cut clothing. The gunge poured down her nose and then the rest of her face. It mixed with her lovely soft blonde hair. Gunge then fell down her front. It fell onto her skirt and down onto her legs. Orange gunge covered her thighs in streaks and dripped down her calves. They adjusted the bucket and dumped gunge directly onto Mollie’s ankle and then down onto her feet, covering her high heels in gunge as well. The gunge was incredibly thick on Mollie’s body. She tried to sputter and spit some from her lips and mouth. Her face was caked in the slime and she had no other means to try and remove it. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Finally the bucket was totally empty. Rochelle then took the empty bucket and stuck it over Mollie’s head. She left it on Mollie and walked away. She rubbed her hands together and hugged Frankie.

They left Mollie like she was for a little while. Eventually, they removed the bucket and released her from the handcuffs. They all applauded her. She tried to swing her arm and flick some gunge at the others, but they all ran away. At that point they informed Mollie that the whole thing had been video taped and lots of pictures had been taken, so this would be appearing on the internet in the very near future. Mollie ended up being the first one to use the shower. They were not cruel enough to stop her.