Theresa McQueen earns some cash (Jorgie Porter)
Theresa McQueen was window shopping in a large shopping mall in the area that she was living. She was wearing a white shirt, a tight fitting pink top and a little white pvc jacket. She was looking at all of the things that she could not afford and thinking to herself about how much it sucked to be broke and how much she would love to have the cash to buy some of the stuff that she saw. At that point she was approached from behind by a man and a woman. They had earpieces in their ears and held clipboards in there hands. “Hello,” they said,” We are from a special show that is taking place in the mall today. We are looking to take part. What’s your name?” “I’m Theresa McQueen,” she said. Her eyes sparkled. “ What would I be doing,” she asked. “Well Theresa, the idea of the whole thing is giving people a chance to earn big cash prizes. It is an “Anything for money” type of idea.” Theresa smiled. She could have jumped for joy. This was a dream come true, potentially, an answer to her prayers. Theresa was very excited already. “ That’s great,” Theresa beamed,” To be honest, I am absolutely scint. I would love to make some money.” She bit her lip and gave a pensive expression, “Oh, but what is involved? What would be doing to earn this money? It isn’t something dodgy is it?.” she said in a slightly worried tone. “What it is, like we said, is anything for money. In your case it would involve a bit of mess. For example, you may be asked to take a pie in the face for £100. It is that type of thing.” Theresa bit her lip again. She stroked her chin. Then she smiled. “You mean like getting gunged or something? Yeah ok, that sounds like great fun,” she laughed,” Anyway, I want to win the money. Getting a bit messy is a small price to pay. I would gladly take a pie in the face for £100. I think that is a pretty good deal actually. Yeah, I am well up for it,” she shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “It will be a little embarrassing, but who the hell cares. I want the cash. Besides, getting gunged and stuff looks like a lot of fun on tv, so I don’t think that I will even mind that that much. Yeah, I reckon that I am well up for it. Bring on the cash,” she laughed, speaking in her expressive way, making facial expressions, moving her hands and head around as she spoke. The people she was speaking to could not believe their luck. Not only was Theresa willing to do this, she seemed genuinely excited to be doing this. They told Theresa where to come and what time. She was genuinely looking forward to this. No matter how embarrassing this could be, the money was going to be well worth it in the end. It was going to be a small price to pay.
Theresa came as instructed. There was a small temporary stage in the centre of the food court. There was a small crowd gathered around to watch the show that was going to happen. Theresa went to the back of the stage area. There were a few others that had been selected as well. Theresa was told that she would be the second person that would be on stage. Theresa was curious to what the others would have to do. Everyone was going to have different stunts to do to earn their money. Theresa was going to be doing the messy one. The contestants were chosen beforehand for the specific set of stunts. The presenter called the first girl up. Theresa wished her good luck. Her stunt was eating disgusting things. She had to eat things like food waste, dog food, bugs etc. Theresa watched on. Laughed and cheered as someone in the audience would have. She thought that the whole thing was really funny. The girl had managed to earn a good deal of money for not doing very much, in Theresa’s eyes. This did not put her off at all. She had a pretty good idea of what was heading her way. The presenter thanked the young woman, gave her all of the money she had earned and she left the stage. When she passed Theresa, Theresa shook her hand,” Well done,” Theresa said, smiling. “It was gross, but I just kept thinking about the money,” the girl said. “Well, you did great,” Theresa said. “You’re turn next. Good luck,” the girl said. “Thanks,” she replied, rolling her eyes and laughing.
“Can we have our next contestant please,” the presenter stated. Theresa smiled and head up the stage, smiling. “Please, welcome her,” he said. The crowd applauded her. She smiled and thanked them. “So, tell us a little about yourself. “I’m Theresa McQueen. I’m 21. I am live locally and am in college at the moment.” “So Theresa, are you ready to earn some major cash with us today?,” he asked. “Oh yes,” she said seriously and then smiled. “ I am well up for earning some cash. I need it and am willing to earn it. I am excited to be honest.” “Well that’s the spirit. You seem well into it and that’s great. We will just explain how our game works. You will be presented with a few challenge. Each one represented a monetary amount that you will earn if you are willing to complete the challenge. You are under no obligation to do any of the challenges, but if you are willing to do the challenge, you will get the money. It is all up to you. It will be your choice weather you want to do the challenges or not.” “Ok,” Theresa said,” I understand. Let’s get it on,” she said smiling.
“Ok then, It seems that we have a willing participant here,” the presenter said. “So Theresa, you’re theme is going to be getting messy if that is ok with you.” “I’m fine with it,” she said. “Ok, so here we go, Theresa. Challenge one.” He went over to the side of the stage and pulled out two very large drinks containers that looked like they were from a fast food restaurant. “Ok, so here is your challenge, we have here two very large, very pink strawberry milkshakes. The challenge could not be more simple, Theresa. All you have to do is pour these two milkshakes over your head and you will earn £100.” The crowd applauded. Theresa blushed and laughed. She smiled. “So, Theresa, the choice is yours. What will it be? Will you pour the milkshakes over yourself?” Theresa bit her lip and gave an expression that she was thinking things over. She then smiled. “Are you kidding,” she said,” Four £100. It’s almost too easy. I’ll pour that over myself all day for £100. I am well up for it.” The crowd cheered on her enthusiasm. “Well then, here you go. In your own time. Have at it.” Theresa was handed one of the milkshakes. She looked at it, shrugged her shoulders and giggled. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly. She lifted the cup over her head. She slowly tipped it over, directing the milkshake straight down onto her head. The milkshake plopped down on the top of her head, all over her platinum blonde hair. It coated the top of her head and crested around the sided of her head. Her hair was coated in the bright pink mess. It was freezing cold, but very soft and quite lovely actually. It covered the top of her head. Some poured and dripped down her forehead and the front of her face. Theresa closed her eyes and s moved the cup forward slightly allowing the pink mess to pour onto the front of her face. It felt very cold against her warm, tanned face. She totally embraced the way the milkshake felt on her face. It was like being covered in pleasure to Theresa. It also tasted delicious, so she stuck out her tongue and let the last few drops of the milkshake fall onto her tongue. She then licked her lips. Theresa’s face was thick with make up and fake tan. It was now dripping in the milkshake. It melted as it went along from the heat of her body. She took her hand and wiped her eyes. She beamed with an ear to ear grin and drops of milkshake fell from her nose and fringe. “That wasn’t so bad. It was quite nice actually. It tasted gorgeous,” she said. “Not too bad then?,” the presenter said. Theresa winked her eye and swung her arm. “nah, it was a snap. Can I have the other milkshake please.” Theresa was coated it the bright pink of the first milkshake. “The pink matches my top,” she said. She was now handed the second milkshake. This one was chocolate. “Chocolate, every girl’s favourite,” Theresa said in cheeky voice, wiggling her eyebrows and then posing with the milkshake in her hand. Theresa loved to pose for pictures and in the mirror as if she was a model. She struck a few poses before raising the chocolate milkshake over her head. She raised it and started dumping the light brown mess directly onto her own head. She did not close her eyes or back away at all this time. She just smiled as the chocolate ice cream like mess gently fell onto her head and down her face. Her soft blonde hair was now covered in brown and pink mess. She aimed the milkshake at her face. It poured down onto her face. Some now dropped down her body, whereas the first had only really covered head, the second fell down into her breasts and onto her neck and arms. Theresa loved the way the cold milkshake felt against her hot heaving boobs. She liked it so much that she took what was left of the chocolate milkshake and directed it squarely onto her boobs. She moved the cup across horizontally across the top of her breasts, pouring the milkshake over them as she went along. The crowd cheered for her. She giggled and gave a thumbs up. She placed her hands outwards with her palms upward. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. She then brushed her fringe back with her hand, some milkshake splattering from her hair. “Well done Theresa. You’ve done great so far. And, as promised. Here is your £100,” the presenter said. Theresa patted her hair as a model would do. “It was so worth it,” she laughed.
“So that is part one done Theresa. Are you ready for part two,” the presenter asked. Theresa put her finger in her ear, removing some milkshake. “Yeah, I reckon so,” she said. “Ok then. Next, we have some lovely pies. Don’t they look delicious. Now do you have any idea what these pies could be for Theresa?” “Possibly to go in my face?,” she responded. “You are so right,” he said. Theresa giggled. She moved her head around,” Of course,” she joked. “So, again, it is very simple. If you hit yourself with these pies you will win £200.” the crowd gave an impressed ooh noise. “So, Theresa, what will it be?” “I’ll take the pies please,” she laughed,” Why not,” she said softly as the crowd applauded. Theresa walked over to the small table where the pies laid. She brushed her slimy fringe back as she bent over to choose which one she was going to grab first. She picked up a simple creamy pie. “MMM looks so creamy,” she said in and alluring voice, licking her lips. She puckered her lips and closed her eyes. She turned towards the crowd and raised the pie. She lifted it and slammed it into her own face. Everyone cheered on the moment of impact. She held the pie in place for a second before removing the tin. The crowd cheered again as her messy face was revealed. She bent her knees and held her hands out in front of her and started laughing. Her face was smeared with thick white cream. She licked her lips. She laughed uproariously at her own situation. She now took a second pie this one was a chocolate cream pie. It was filled with graham cracker crust, chocolate pie filling and whipped cream. It was also decorated with slivers of chocolate shavings. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she lifted it in her hands. She could smell the chocolaty pie and it smelled absolutely delicious. “It smells lovely,” Theresa said,” I think I might actually enjoy this, believe it or not,” she said. She smiled and stuck her tongue out. She lifted the pie in her hands. She closed her eyes as she raised the pie and pushed it into her own face. It was much thicker than the first pie. When she pushed it into her face, pie oozed out from the sides of the tin in all directions, almost covering Theresa’s head entirely. She held the pie in place. She actually opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking some of the chocolate pie. When she let go, the pie collapsed into a mountain of mess. The crust on the outside fell apart and oozed off of Theresa’s face, down her chest, large amounts sticking to her breasts and stomach. Her face was completely covered if the squishy brown and white mess. It flowed down her body as well. The pie dripped from the parts of her hair that was not tied back. She smiled and stood still letting the pie naturally take its course and drop down her body. She smiled and took in the moment for a second. She then approached the final pie on the table. The last pie was a banana cream pie. It was similar to the last pie but with banana pie filling that contained chunks of bananas inside of it. Theresa picked the pie up and walked to the centre of the stage again. She lifted the pie and held her breath. This time she put the pie a little bit higher, to the top of her head. She softly pushed the pie into place on her forehead and then moved the pie upwards to the top of her head, smearing the mess as she went. She pushed it upward until the pie was at the top of her head like a hat. She left it in place for a bit. The rest of the pie pushed its way down Theresa’s face. It left a trail of thick yellow and white glop down her face, neck and chest as it went. Theresa was covered in the soft yellow and white glop from her chest upwards. Her hair dripped with pie crust. She stood on stage and posed. She put her hand on her hip and puckered her lips. She moved her body around and struck numerous poses. She laughed at herself. “Very well done,” the presenter said,” You look great, and here is your money, as promised.” He handed her the money. She stuffed it in her bra for safe keeping.
“Ok then, we have one more challenge for you Theresa, if you are willing to accept it,” the presenter said. “I am pretty sure that I will accept it. I mean look at me already. I am already a very dirty girl aren’t I,” she said seductively. “This challenge is for £500,” he said. “MMM nice. I want that money,” she joked. “This one involves ice cream, basically you will be making yourself into a human ice cream sundae. We have provided all of the ingredients.” Theresa smiled. “I love ice cream sundaes. I am willing to become one for that money,” she giggled. “Ok then, let’s hear it for Theresa. She has been an amazing contestant and so much fun.” The crowd applauded her and she bowed. She walked over to the table, which now had all sorts of sundae toppings on it. She was first handed a tub of neapolitan ice cream and an ice cream scoop. She carried it with her. She started to scoop out scoops of the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream. The first scoop she took out and placed directly onto the top of her head. She pushed it down so it would stick there in place. She took a second scoop of ice cream and did the same. The heat from her body immediately made the ice cream slowly start to melt and trickle down her face. Next, she took a scoop of ice cream in the ice cream scoop. She took the scoop and place it down her shirt between her breasts. She stuffed the ice cream into place. She then took more scoops of ice cream. This time she raised her arms and placed each scoop in her arm pits. She then lowered her arms causing the ice cream to squish and melt in her arm pit and down her arm and body. Next she took two more scoops. She turned her back to the audience. She raised her legs in turn. She placed scoops of ice cream in the backs of her knees. She then raised her leg so that it would stick and melt all over her legs. The final scoops of the ice cream, Theresa took in her hands and smushed against her skirt and up her skirt onto her underwear. She rubbed the ice cream in. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she rubbed the ice cream around on her clothes.
Theresa then went of to the table to get some of the sundae toppings that were available. The first thing that caught her eye was the chocolate syrup. She grabbed it without hesitation. She took the bottle and tossed the cap aside. She took the bottle and started to aim it at her arms. She started at the top of her arm and made her way down. She squeezed the thick brown chocolate down the length of one arm and then the other. She then aimed the nozzle to her thighs. She started to squeeze out the chocolate sauce onto her legs. She moved the bottle downwards, covering her leg in chocolate mess. She sprayed more onto the backs of her legs as well. She then raised the bottle and poured chocolate sauce all over her boobs, coating the lovely tanned mounds of hot flesh in thick brown goo. She then took what was left and poured it over her head, dripping the chocolate sauce over her platinum hair and beautiful face. She was now focussed on covering herself.
Theresa now grabbed some strawberry sundae topping. It was strawberry sauce filled with strawberry puree. There were thick lumps of strawberries inside. It was in a container that was like a jug. She took the jug and raised it. She poured the topping down onto her boobs and down her belly. Her top filled with the thick gooey red goo. She then raised it and poured it over her face and her head. Strawberries flowed down over her face. She then opened the side of her skirt and poured the rest of the strawberry sauce inside. It fell down her hip and all over her underwear. More fell all over her ass and down her legs.
Next Theresa took a similar jug with peach topping it. It looked absolutely delicious. She had to admit to herself that she wanted this on her. She held the jug over her body and poured it all over herself. She moved it back and forth, letting the peach mess fall down the front of her. She took her hands and rubbed and squeezed her breasts in the peaches. She then took her hands and rubbed them over her face. Next she grabbed a bottle of shipped cream in an aerosol container. She shook it up and flung the cap aside. She thought of how yummy she must be at this moment. She took the whipped cream and aimed it on top of her head. She sprayed the cream back and forth over her head, decorating herself. She then sprayed more onto her heaving chest and down her tummy. She took a second can sprayed it down the length of her legs. The whipped cream continually melted and fell away because of Theresa’s body heat. Even so, she was able to almost completely cover herself in the squirt cream. It felt amazing, like being on a cloud of messiness. Theresa cuddled herself in the whipped cream that she had decorated herself in. She was now totally creamy and sticky.
Finally, what was left was a bucket filled with chopped nut sand sprinkles. She took the bucket and walked to centre stage. She smiled and laughed as the crowd applauded. She raised the bucket. “Shall I?,” she asked. She was greeted with cheers of encouragement. She closed her eyes and raised the bucket over herself. She tipped it over. The sprinkles and nuts poured down onto her head and body. The sprinkles fell down and stuck the sticky mess that already covered Theresa. Her head, especially was covered in sprinkles. They also stuck to her breasts. It was like being tarred and feathered. The multi coloured sprinkles stuck all over Theresa. She spit some out of her mouth and caught her breath, but did not try to wipe any of the mess away. There was no way to remove the sprinkles anyway, except for a warm shower and some scrubbing. Theresa giggled and shrugged her shoulders. She bit her lip and waived.
The presenter came out. “Well done Theresa. You did great. And here is your £500. Thanks for taking part and being such a great contestant.” “Thank you. I really enjoyed it. It was so worth it. Thanks everyone,” she said. She waived and was escorted off stage. Theresa walked off stage past the other contestants. “Good luck,“ she told them. She was escorted off by staff through the mall to a bathroom were she was allowed to have a shower and to clean up. She was given a new set of clothes. She was overjoyed, because she had nearly £1,000 to buy whatever she liked. Overall, she was so glad that she had chosen to be on the show.
Theresa McQueen was window shopping in a large shopping mall in the area that she was living. She was wearing a white shirt, a tight fitting pink top and a little white pvc jacket. She was looking at all of the things that she could not afford and thinking to herself about how much it sucked to be broke and how much she would love to have the cash to buy some of the stuff that she saw. At that point she was approached from behind by a man and a woman. They had earpieces in their ears and held clipboards in there hands. “Hello,” they said,” We are from a special show that is taking place in the mall today. We are looking to take part. What’s your name?” “I’m Theresa McQueen,” she said. Her eyes sparkled. “ What would I be doing,” she asked. “Well Theresa, the idea of the whole thing is giving people a chance to earn big cash prizes. It is an “Anything for money” type of idea.” Theresa smiled. She could have jumped for joy. This was a dream come true, potentially, an answer to her prayers. Theresa was very excited already. “ That’s great,” Theresa beamed,” To be honest, I am absolutely scint. I would love to make some money.” She bit her lip and gave a pensive expression, “Oh, but what is involved? What would be doing to earn this money? It isn’t something dodgy is it?.” she said in a slightly worried tone. “What it is, like we said, is anything for money. In your case it would involve a bit of mess. For example, you may be asked to take a pie in the face for £100. It is that type of thing.” Theresa bit her lip again. She stroked her chin. Then she smiled. “You mean like getting gunged or something? Yeah ok, that sounds like great fun,” she laughed,” Anyway, I want to win the money. Getting a bit messy is a small price to pay. I would gladly take a pie in the face for £100. I think that is a pretty good deal actually. Yeah, I am well up for it,” she shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “It will be a little embarrassing, but who the hell cares. I want the cash. Besides, getting gunged and stuff looks like a lot of fun on tv, so I don’t think that I will even mind that that much. Yeah, I reckon that I am well up for it. Bring on the cash,” she laughed, speaking in her expressive way, making facial expressions, moving her hands and head around as she spoke. The people she was speaking to could not believe their luck. Not only was Theresa willing to do this, she seemed genuinely excited to be doing this. They told Theresa where to come and what time. She was genuinely looking forward to this. No matter how embarrassing this could be, the money was going to be well worth it in the end. It was going to be a small price to pay.
Theresa came as instructed. There was a small temporary stage in the centre of the food court. There was a small crowd gathered around to watch the show that was going to happen. Theresa went to the back of the stage area. There were a few others that had been selected as well. Theresa was told that she would be the second person that would be on stage. Theresa was curious to what the others would have to do. Everyone was going to have different stunts to do to earn their money. Theresa was going to be doing the messy one. The contestants were chosen beforehand for the specific set of stunts. The presenter called the first girl up. Theresa wished her good luck. Her stunt was eating disgusting things. She had to eat things like food waste, dog food, bugs etc. Theresa watched on. Laughed and cheered as someone in the audience would have. She thought that the whole thing was really funny. The girl had managed to earn a good deal of money for not doing very much, in Theresa’s eyes. This did not put her off at all. She had a pretty good idea of what was heading her way. The presenter thanked the young woman, gave her all of the money she had earned and she left the stage. When she passed Theresa, Theresa shook her hand,” Well done,” Theresa said, smiling. “It was gross, but I just kept thinking about the money,” the girl said. “Well, you did great,” Theresa said. “You’re turn next. Good luck,” the girl said. “Thanks,” she replied, rolling her eyes and laughing.
“Can we have our next contestant please,” the presenter stated. Theresa smiled and head up the stage, smiling. “Please, welcome her,” he said. The crowd applauded her. She smiled and thanked them. “So, tell us a little about yourself. “I’m Theresa McQueen. I’m 21. I am live locally and am in college at the moment.” “So Theresa, are you ready to earn some major cash with us today?,” he asked. “Oh yes,” she said seriously and then smiled. “ I am well up for earning some cash. I need it and am willing to earn it. I am excited to be honest.” “Well that’s the spirit. You seem well into it and that’s great. We will just explain how our game works. You will be presented with a few challenge. Each one represented a monetary amount that you will earn if you are willing to complete the challenge. You are under no obligation to do any of the challenges, but if you are willing to do the challenge, you will get the money. It is all up to you. It will be your choice weather you want to do the challenges or not.” “Ok,” Theresa said,” I understand. Let’s get it on,” she said smiling.
“Ok then, It seems that we have a willing participant here,” the presenter said. “So Theresa, you’re theme is going to be getting messy if that is ok with you.” “I’m fine with it,” she said. “Ok, so here we go, Theresa. Challenge one.” He went over to the side of the stage and pulled out two very large drinks containers that looked like they were from a fast food restaurant. “Ok, so here is your challenge, we have here two very large, very pink strawberry milkshakes. The challenge could not be more simple, Theresa. All you have to do is pour these two milkshakes over your head and you will earn £100.” The crowd applauded. Theresa blushed and laughed. She smiled. “So, Theresa, the choice is yours. What will it be? Will you pour the milkshakes over yourself?” Theresa bit her lip and gave an expression that she was thinking things over. She then smiled. “Are you kidding,” she said,” Four £100. It’s almost too easy. I’ll pour that over myself all day for £100. I am well up for it.” The crowd cheered on her enthusiasm. “Well then, here you go. In your own time. Have at it.” Theresa was handed one of the milkshakes. She looked at it, shrugged her shoulders and giggled. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly. She lifted the cup over her head. She slowly tipped it over, directing the milkshake straight down onto her head. The milkshake plopped down on the top of her head, all over her platinum blonde hair. It coated the top of her head and crested around the sided of her head. Her hair was coated in the bright pink mess. It was freezing cold, but very soft and quite lovely actually. It covered the top of her head. Some poured and dripped down her forehead and the front of her face. Theresa closed her eyes and s moved the cup forward slightly allowing the pink mess to pour onto the front of her face. It felt very cold against her warm, tanned face. She totally embraced the way the milkshake felt on her face. It was like being covered in pleasure to Theresa. It also tasted delicious, so she stuck out her tongue and let the last few drops of the milkshake fall onto her tongue. She then licked her lips. Theresa’s face was thick with make up and fake tan. It was now dripping in the milkshake. It melted as it went along from the heat of her body. She took her hand and wiped her eyes. She beamed with an ear to ear grin and drops of milkshake fell from her nose and fringe. “That wasn’t so bad. It was quite nice actually. It tasted gorgeous,” she said. “Not too bad then?,” the presenter said. Theresa winked her eye and swung her arm. “nah, it was a snap. Can I have the other milkshake please.” Theresa was coated it the bright pink of the first milkshake. “The pink matches my top,” she said. She was now handed the second milkshake. This one was chocolate. “Chocolate, every girl’s favourite,” Theresa said in cheeky voice, wiggling her eyebrows and then posing with the milkshake in her hand. Theresa loved to pose for pictures and in the mirror as if she was a model. She struck a few poses before raising the chocolate milkshake over her head. She raised it and started dumping the light brown mess directly onto her own head. She did not close her eyes or back away at all this time. She just smiled as the chocolate ice cream like mess gently fell onto her head and down her face. Her soft blonde hair was now covered in brown and pink mess. She aimed the milkshake at her face. It poured down onto her face. Some now dropped down her body, whereas the first had only really covered head, the second fell down into her breasts and onto her neck and arms. Theresa loved the way the cold milkshake felt against her hot heaving boobs. She liked it so much that she took what was left of the chocolate milkshake and directed it squarely onto her boobs. She moved the cup across horizontally across the top of her breasts, pouring the milkshake over them as she went along. The crowd cheered for her. She giggled and gave a thumbs up. She placed her hands outwards with her palms upward. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. She then brushed her fringe back with her hand, some milkshake splattering from her hair. “Well done Theresa. You’ve done great so far. And, as promised. Here is your £100,” the presenter said. Theresa patted her hair as a model would do. “It was so worth it,” she laughed.
“So that is part one done Theresa. Are you ready for part two,” the presenter asked. Theresa put her finger in her ear, removing some milkshake. “Yeah, I reckon so,” she said. “Ok then. Next, we have some lovely pies. Don’t they look delicious. Now do you have any idea what these pies could be for Theresa?” “Possibly to go in my face?,” she responded. “You are so right,” he said. Theresa giggled. She moved her head around,” Of course,” she joked. “So, again, it is very simple. If you hit yourself with these pies you will win £200.” the crowd gave an impressed ooh noise. “So, Theresa, what will it be?” “I’ll take the pies please,” she laughed,” Why not,” she said softly as the crowd applauded. Theresa walked over to the small table where the pies laid. She brushed her slimy fringe back as she bent over to choose which one she was going to grab first. She picked up a simple creamy pie. “MMM looks so creamy,” she said in and alluring voice, licking her lips. She puckered her lips and closed her eyes. She turned towards the crowd and raised the pie. She lifted it and slammed it into her own face. Everyone cheered on the moment of impact. She held the pie in place for a second before removing the tin. The crowd cheered again as her messy face was revealed. She bent her knees and held her hands out in front of her and started laughing. Her face was smeared with thick white cream. She licked her lips. She laughed uproariously at her own situation. She now took a second pie this one was a chocolate cream pie. It was filled with graham cracker crust, chocolate pie filling and whipped cream. It was also decorated with slivers of chocolate shavings. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she lifted it in her hands. She could smell the chocolaty pie and it smelled absolutely delicious. “It smells lovely,” Theresa said,” I think I might actually enjoy this, believe it or not,” she said. She smiled and stuck her tongue out. She lifted the pie in her hands. She closed her eyes as she raised the pie and pushed it into her own face. It was much thicker than the first pie. When she pushed it into her face, pie oozed out from the sides of the tin in all directions, almost covering Theresa’s head entirely. She held the pie in place. She actually opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking some of the chocolate pie. When she let go, the pie collapsed into a mountain of mess. The crust on the outside fell apart and oozed off of Theresa’s face, down her chest, large amounts sticking to her breasts and stomach. Her face was completely covered if the squishy brown and white mess. It flowed down her body as well. The pie dripped from the parts of her hair that was not tied back. She smiled and stood still letting the pie naturally take its course and drop down her body. She smiled and took in the moment for a second. She then approached the final pie on the table. The last pie was a banana cream pie. It was similar to the last pie but with banana pie filling that contained chunks of bananas inside of it. Theresa picked the pie up and walked to the centre of the stage again. She lifted the pie and held her breath. This time she put the pie a little bit higher, to the top of her head. She softly pushed the pie into place on her forehead and then moved the pie upwards to the top of her head, smearing the mess as she went. She pushed it upward until the pie was at the top of her head like a hat. She left it in place for a bit. The rest of the pie pushed its way down Theresa’s face. It left a trail of thick yellow and white glop down her face, neck and chest as it went. Theresa was covered in the soft yellow and white glop from her chest upwards. Her hair dripped with pie crust. She stood on stage and posed. She put her hand on her hip and puckered her lips. She moved her body around and struck numerous poses. She laughed at herself. “Very well done,” the presenter said,” You look great, and here is your money, as promised.” He handed her the money. She stuffed it in her bra for safe keeping.
“Ok then, we have one more challenge for you Theresa, if you are willing to accept it,” the presenter said. “I am pretty sure that I will accept it. I mean look at me already. I am already a very dirty girl aren’t I,” she said seductively. “This challenge is for £500,” he said. “MMM nice. I want that money,” she joked. “This one involves ice cream, basically you will be making yourself into a human ice cream sundae. We have provided all of the ingredients.” Theresa smiled. “I love ice cream sundaes. I am willing to become one for that money,” she giggled. “Ok then, let’s hear it for Theresa. She has been an amazing contestant and so much fun.” The crowd applauded her and she bowed. She walked over to the table, which now had all sorts of sundae toppings on it. She was first handed a tub of neapolitan ice cream and an ice cream scoop. She carried it with her. She started to scoop out scoops of the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream. The first scoop she took out and placed directly onto the top of her head. She pushed it down so it would stick there in place. She took a second scoop of ice cream and did the same. The heat from her body immediately made the ice cream slowly start to melt and trickle down her face. Next, she took a scoop of ice cream in the ice cream scoop. She took the scoop and place it down her shirt between her breasts. She stuffed the ice cream into place. She then took more scoops of ice cream. This time she raised her arms and placed each scoop in her arm pits. She then lowered her arms causing the ice cream to squish and melt in her arm pit and down her arm and body. Next she took two more scoops. She turned her back to the audience. She raised her legs in turn. She placed scoops of ice cream in the backs of her knees. She then raised her leg so that it would stick and melt all over her legs. The final scoops of the ice cream, Theresa took in her hands and smushed against her skirt and up her skirt onto her underwear. She rubbed the ice cream in. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she rubbed the ice cream around on her clothes.
Theresa then went of to the table to get some of the sundae toppings that were available. The first thing that caught her eye was the chocolate syrup. She grabbed it without hesitation. She took the bottle and tossed the cap aside. She took the bottle and started to aim it at her arms. She started at the top of her arm and made her way down. She squeezed the thick brown chocolate down the length of one arm and then the other. She then aimed the nozzle to her thighs. She started to squeeze out the chocolate sauce onto her legs. She moved the bottle downwards, covering her leg in chocolate mess. She sprayed more onto the backs of her legs as well. She then raised the bottle and poured chocolate sauce all over her boobs, coating the lovely tanned mounds of hot flesh in thick brown goo. She then took what was left and poured it over her head, dripping the chocolate sauce over her platinum hair and beautiful face. She was now focussed on covering herself.
Theresa now grabbed some strawberry sundae topping. It was strawberry sauce filled with strawberry puree. There were thick lumps of strawberries inside. It was in a container that was like a jug. She took the jug and raised it. She poured the topping down onto her boobs and down her belly. Her top filled with the thick gooey red goo. She then raised it and poured it over her face and her head. Strawberries flowed down over her face. She then opened the side of her skirt and poured the rest of the strawberry sauce inside. It fell down her hip and all over her underwear. More fell all over her ass and down her legs.
Next Theresa took a similar jug with peach topping it. It looked absolutely delicious. She had to admit to herself that she wanted this on her. She held the jug over her body and poured it all over herself. She moved it back and forth, letting the peach mess fall down the front of her. She took her hands and rubbed and squeezed her breasts in the peaches. She then took her hands and rubbed them over her face. Next she grabbed a bottle of shipped cream in an aerosol container. She shook it up and flung the cap aside. She thought of how yummy she must be at this moment. She took the whipped cream and aimed it on top of her head. She sprayed the cream back and forth over her head, decorating herself. She then sprayed more onto her heaving chest and down her tummy. She took a second can sprayed it down the length of her legs. The whipped cream continually melted and fell away because of Theresa’s body heat. Even so, she was able to almost completely cover herself in the squirt cream. It felt amazing, like being on a cloud of messiness. Theresa cuddled herself in the whipped cream that she had decorated herself in. She was now totally creamy and sticky.
Finally, what was left was a bucket filled with chopped nut sand sprinkles. She took the bucket and walked to centre stage. She smiled and laughed as the crowd applauded. She raised the bucket. “Shall I?,” she asked. She was greeted with cheers of encouragement. She closed her eyes and raised the bucket over herself. She tipped it over. The sprinkles and nuts poured down onto her head and body. The sprinkles fell down and stuck the sticky mess that already covered Theresa. Her head, especially was covered in sprinkles. They also stuck to her breasts. It was like being tarred and feathered. The multi coloured sprinkles stuck all over Theresa. She spit some out of her mouth and caught her breath, but did not try to wipe any of the mess away. There was no way to remove the sprinkles anyway, except for a warm shower and some scrubbing. Theresa giggled and shrugged her shoulders. She bit her lip and waived.
The presenter came out. “Well done Theresa. You did great. And here is your £500. Thanks for taking part and being such a great contestant.” “Thank you. I really enjoyed it. It was so worth it. Thanks everyone,” she said. She waived and was escorted off stage. Theresa walked off stage past the other contestants. “Good luck,“ she told them. She was escorted off by staff through the mall to a bathroom were she was allowed to have a shower and to clean up. She was given a new set of clothes. She was overjoyed, because she had nearly £1,000 to buy whatever she liked. Overall, she was so glad that she had chosen to be on the show.
Great to read about Teresa getting messy. I would have loved a twist at the end where she didn't get the money for some reason - but that's just me being a beanie! Perhaps Ruby from Hollyoaks could turn up to do the same thing (hating the mess but putting up with it to get paid) but get tricked out of her money?
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Oh yeah, and no shower and clean clothes for Ruby either!
ReplyDeleteThanks for that.I am glad you enjoyed it. I can do one about Ruby at some point if you are requesting. There will definately be one about Anita coming soon.
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