Sinead from Hollyoaks needs cash: Stephanie Davis
Sinead had been through some rocky times with her boyfriend Bart. At one point there was a love triangle involving the two and Bart’s friend Jason, who used to be known as Jasmine. Sinead could be very whiney and very demanding. She was very hard to please. They had run away together and were sleeping in a tent. They were penniless and did not know how they were going to survive. That is when an opportunity presented itself to earn some extra cash. Near where their tent was, a carnival pulled into town. Sinead and Bart attended one night. Inside the carnival they saw a sign that read, “Winn cash! Couples needed! Register interest at the ticket booth” Their hearted skipped a beat when they saw this. This was the chance that they were waiting for. A way to earn some cash. They went to the ticket booth to give their details.
They arrived at the booth and were greeted by an obese gentlemen with three day stubble, a top hat, red and white striped trousers and a stained vest. He smoked a cigar. He was not the most reputable looking gentleman in the world. Sinead and Bart walked up to him. “Yes”, he said in gruff voice,” What can I do for you?” “yes we saw the sign about winning cash, asking for couples. We’d like to volunteer to take part,” Bart said. “Are you sure?,” the man said,” This is an after hours gameshow. You will have to do some pretty outrageous things if you take part,” he warned. “That’s ok,” Sinead said,” We will do what we have to do. We are scint. We really need this,” she said. The man looked her up and down,” Well, you certainly look like you would make a good candidate. Well, you have been warned. Just sign your name on the papers and be at the centre of the fairground at 21:00 PM.” They signed the papers. Bart and Sinead walked away,” Are you sure, Sinead?, “ Bart asked,” I am not sure about what he said. It has gotten me worried a bit,” he said. “Oh never mind,” Sinead said,” What’s the worse they could do? I am willing to do just about anything to earn that money. There’s no sexual stuff or anything involved, so no matter what it is, I am willing to do it. We have no choice really do we?,” she said.
Sinead had the sexiest Scouse accent of all time. She had jet black hair and large breasts. She decided to wear her all black that evening. She wore a strappy black top and a pair of black stretch pants along with some black boots. She put on her sexy perfume. She smelled fabulous. She wore all black underwear as well. She was determined to win this money no matter what she was asked to do.
Sinead and Bart arrived at the specified time. A stage was set up. There was already a small crowd starting to gather. They were welcomed to the stage. The same man that they had met before was the one heading up the show. He asked the audience, what there was of an audience, to please welcome Bart and Sinead. There was a sparse round of applause for them as they walked onto the stage hand in hand. The whole carnival was about grimy and a bit seedy, now that they really looked around. “Ok now, Bart and Sinead, are you ready to make some money?,” he said. “We sure are,” Sinead responded. “Ok, here is how it works. We need one of you to be the star for the evening,” he said. “Oh that would be me,” Sinead said, pushing her way forward, posing,” I am a born star.” “I thought you might say that,” the ticket man said. “How it will work is, Bart, we will give you the chance to win the money for your team. The catch is Sinead will have to earn the money. For each cash amount there will be a forfeit. But it will be Bart who will be making the decision whether to go for it or not. He will be able to chose to win the money and Sinead will have to do the forfeit, or he will be able to spare his girlfriend, but they will lose the money.” Sinead began to look a bit worried. She glared at the ticket man and at Bart. Of course it was a win win situation for Bart. He could earn the money and get to punish is overpowering and whiney girlfriend at the same time. Of course, he would tell her later that he had to chose the forfeits because they needed the money and that he never would have chosen the forfeits if he had the choice. Secretly he was going to enjoy this very much. “I remind everyone this is an adults only show. Can anyone under 18 please leave at this time,” the ticket man said. Sinead rolled her eyes. She did not want to think what this might mean. “Sinead is going to be our star tonight,” the ticket man said. Sinead groaned.
“Ok Bart, we will start out very easy for everyone, to show everyone how this works. We will offer you £100. In order to win the money though Sinead will have to strip down to her bra and panties.” the crowd was filled with wolf whistles and cheers, more people were coming in now. Sinead licked her lips and shook her head, giving an, I can’t believe this, sort of look. Sinead and Bart looked at one another. Bart looked at Sinead as if to say,” what should we do?” “Ugh, I’ll have to do it,” Sinead said,” We need the money. We are desperate,” she said. She lifted her leg and unzipped one of her boots. She pulled it off of her leg. She took it off and placed it on the corner of the stage. She then unzipped the other boot and slid it off. She turned around and placed it next to the other boot. She then returned and took a deep breath. Trying not to blush. She reached down and grabbed her top. She pulled it off over the top over head. She swung her head, tossing her dark hair around. Her enormous breasts were revealed like to mountainous globes encased in her black bra. She threw her shirt off. It landed on top of her already discarded boots on the side of the stage. She then bent down, placing her hands on her waist. She placed her fingers on the waist band of her stretch pants. She stretched the waistline and slowly pulled her pants down her sexy legs to her ankles. As men in the crowd whistled and cheered. She dropped her pants to her ankles and then lifted one leg, pulling the pants off. She did the same with the other leg. She balled up her stretch pants, turned around and placed them in a pile with the rest of her clothes. She then walked back into place. She stood next to Bart, with her hands on her hips. She wore nothing but a pair of black knickers and a black bra. She also wore a pair of white socks. She was allowed to keep these on. Strangely they were the only part of her outfit that was not black. She stood on the stage, men and women alike pointing, staring and gauking at her in only her underwear. She took a deep breath, trying to hide her mortification. “Well done Sinead,” the ticket man said,” Here is your hard earned £100,” he handed the money to Bart. Sinead kept her mind on the money. She tried not to blush.
“Ok, Sinead and Bart, time to move on to the next challenge,” the ticket man said. “Fine,” said Sinead, giving a disingenuous smile, but flaring her nostrils as well. He motioned for some of the carnies to bring something out. One of them returned with something in his hands. “Ok, Bart,” the ticket man said,” What we have here is a lovely cream pie. We also have another lovely £100. Bart what you have to do in order to earn the £100 is simply to take this pie and place it in your girlfriend’s face.” Bart smiled. Sinead’s eyes widened. “Oh my god!,” she said. “I can’t believe this,” she shook her head. “Don’t you smile. I know you are loving this,” she said to Bart. “So Bart, what will it be?,” the ticket man said. “Well, we really need the money so, reluctantly, I am going to have to go with the pie,” he said. “ Good choice,” the ticket man said. He handed the pie to Bart. Bart turned to Sinead. Sinead looked up at him. He smiled. “Sorry, babes,” he said. “Oh shut up, “ she said,” Don’t pretend you aren’t loving this. Just get it over with. If you ever mention this again, I make you pay,” she said. Sinead shut her eyes tightly and scrunched her face up, preparing herself for the impact of the pie. Bart leaned back with his arm. He placed his arm on his girlfriend’s shoulder to steady himself. He then let rip. For someone who did not want to do this, he did not hold very much back. He really let Sinead have it. He threw the pie with some force straight into Sinead’s face. It landed with a crumpled thud in her face. Bart had no mercy on girlfriend. The distinctive sound of pie hitting face filled the air. Pie exploded on her face. She nearly fell backwards. The pie covered Sinead’s face. Bart held it in her face for a moment and then pushed it down her neck and over her bra, covering her breasts in pie as well. Bart then let the tin drop. He stepped back laughing. The now, larger audience laughed and cheered. Sinead’s face was coated in a layer of thick white pie. She licked her lips and glared at Bart angrily. Blobs of cream stuck all over Sinead’s face and hair. Her eyes were visible but obscured by the pie. Her entire face, otherwise was covered in pie. Sinead also had pie smeared all over her breasts as well. She looked absolutely luscious. She was a vision in pie. She looked amazingly sexy covered in it. “Well done, Bart,” the ticket man said,” Here is your money, as promised. Bart took the money and smiled. Sinead gave a muted smile from beneath the creamy pie which sandwiched her face. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “Sorry,” Bart said. Sinead stood on the stage in her underwear, her face and half her body covered in creamy pie. The white cream standing out against her skin as well as the black of her underwear and the black of her shiny raven coloured hair.
“Well done Bart. Now are you ready for the next challenge?,” the ticket man asked. “Oh most definitely. For sure,” Bart replied with a smirk. Sinead shook her head, glaring at him. “You’d better be nice,” she said. “Ok then, bring it out,” the ticket man said. Some carnies came out carrying something. At first, it was unclear what they were carrying. The ticket man was going to have to explain. “Ok Bart, what we have here are some spray bottles. You may be interested to know that they are filled with ketchup.” “Ok,” Bart said. “So here is your challenge, if you choose to accept it,” the ticket man explained. “The choice is this, you can win another £100. It is very easy. That money is yours to be had. All you have to do is take these ketchup bottles and spray the ketchup all over Sinead over there.” Sinead blushed and widened her eyes. “Oh no,” she said with a laugh. “Or, of course, you can choose to spare your girlfriend, but, in that case, you will lose the £100. The choice is yours Bart.” Bart scratched his chin. He pretended to be deeply pondering his decision. He looked at his girlfriend. He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, babe. I’ll have to go with the money,” he said. Sinead shook her head. She put her hand to her brow and laughed. “You’d better not ever bring this up later,” she said, pointing at Bart.
Bart was handed the ketchup bottles. He was positioned across from Sinead. Sinead’s back was up against the wall. She waived her hands. “Please, Bart. No, no, please,” she squealed. Bart took aim with the ketchup bottles. Sinead closed her eyes tightly. She shook her head wildly and squealed. Bart laughed at getting the chance to do this. He started squeezing the ketchup bottles. The ketchup flew threw the air landing all over Sinead. Bart moved the bottles up and down. The ketchup sprayed up and down all over Sinead. The ketchup landed up and down Sinead’s sexy body. Ketchup poured onto her in spurts. It went all over her shoulders, all over her breasts. Ketchup poured in lines down her stomach and down her legs. She wiggled around and screamed her head off, as the red ketchup sprayed and splattered all over her body. The red ketchup against her black bra, panties and hair and her peach coloured skin. Bart waited and then sprayed more ketchup straight into Sinead’s face. Ketchup covered her irregularly all over her body. When the bottles were empty, Sinead stood in her underwear dripping in ketchup. She made a pouting face and wiped some of the ketchup from her fringe. Bart looked at Sinead and could not help but laugh. “You, shut up,” she shouted at him. He placed the bottles down on the floor. “I can’t believe this,” Sinead said. She tried to rub some of the ketchup off of herself.
The ticket man shook Bart’s hand, “Very well done,” he commended him,” As promised, here is your money. The question is, are you willing to earn even more money? Well, let’s see what the next challenge is,” he said. With that a carney came out carrying something in his hand. “Ok,” the ticket man said, taking the item in his hand. “What we have here is an ordinary everyday apple,” he said, displaying the apple for everyone to have a look. “Right now, you are probably asking yourself, what we are going to do with this apple. Well, I am about to show you. It is very simple. What is going to happen, if you choose to accept the challenge is this, we are going to take the apple, and we are going to place it on top of Sinead’s head. It will be balanced in place there on her head. Sounds simple enough, but then comes the second part,” he said. “Bart will then be given a supersoaker. That supersoaker will be filled with pink gunge. What Bart will have to do is attempt to shoot the apple off of Sinead’s head using the gunge from the supersoaker.” Everyone, including Sinead laughed. She could not believe that this was happening. “If you accept and complete the challenge, Bart, you will win another £100,” the ticket man said. He smiled. He pretended to think it over, but knew all along what he would be doing. “Well, let me think about this one,” he said. He looked at his girlfriend. “You’d better be nice,” she said. “I think I have to go with the money,” he said. He shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip. “What can I say?” Everyone gave a cheer.
Sinead was lead to the wall. She placed her back up against it. The ticket man took the shiny red apple and placed it an top of Sinead’s head. He steadied it, making sure it would stay in place for at least a little while. Sinead raised her shoulders and pulled her neck close. Her whole body tensing up. She caught her breath. She felt very strange, having an apple balancing on the top of her head. She tried to be as still as she could, so that it would stay in place where it was on top of her head. She squinched up her nose. Bart was handed the supersoaker. He smiled and raised his eyebrows up and down quickly. Sinead growled at him. He pumped up the super water gun, building the pressure in it. “Oh god,” Sinead said. Bart stood about three meters away. He took aim at Sinead and the apple that sat on top of her head. He pushed the trigger down. His aim was slightly too low. He misjudged the trajectory of the stream of gunge totally. Instead of hitting the apple, the stream of pink gunge went straight into Sinead’s face. She avoided the temptation to move away. The gunge sprayed and spurted in her face. She closed her eyes tightly and laughed, cursing her boyfriend under her breath. She then screamed as gunge washed down her face. It splattered down her cheeks and face. She licked her top teeth. The gunge trickled down her body. The gunge was pressurized and hit her a bit like a spray. Eventually, Bart raised his aim and got the gunge to hit the apple. By this time, the spray from the water gun had run its course. He was handed a fresh water gun full of gunge. Bart pumped up the second gun and took aim at the apple. The increased spray power hit the apple square on. Surprisingly, the apple did not fall off of Sinead’s head immediately. It held its ground for a bit. The gunge stream hit the apple head on. It soaked the apple poured down Sinead’s head. The gush of gunge spurted off of the apple and down Sinead’s head. Bart sustained his aim on the apple. It pushed its way sideways a bit and the force of the gunge pushed it. Finally the apple was knocked off of her head. It fell off and plummeting onto the floor, landing with a thud. The little gunge that was left in the water gun, was aimed at Sinead’s stomach. Bart pulled the trigger and super soaked Sinead’s torso in the gunge. She wiggled her hands around and screamed. Her face and hair were covered in pink gunge. Gunge dripped down her shoulders and the sides of her body and down her hips. She shook her head in Bart’s direction, trying to splash him with some of the gunge from her hair. He put his hands up and backed away. Sinead laughed. “You deserve that,” she said in her sexy scouse accent.
“Well, that was pretty amazing,” The ticket man said,” You have really earned this,” he said, handing Bart the money that he had just earned. “Now, we have one last challenge for you, if you are willing to accept it.” “More?!?,” Sinead shouted,” What else can you lot do to me. I am absolutely trashed already,” she said. “Sorry, Sinead, but yes there is even more planned for you. Of course, Bart can choose to refuse and lose out on the big cash prize, but that choice will be totally up to him,” the ticket man said. Sinead looked at Bart exasperated. This really was embarrassing. She thought it was totally unfair that she was the one taking all of the punishment and Bart got to stay totally clean and fully dressed. She figured that she had come all this way now, that she may as well see things through to the end. Of course, the choice was not hers to make. It was Bart who was going to make that decision for the both of them. Sinead stroked her raven black hair as she waited to hear what was going to be in store for her next. She knew that it was going to be at least a bit more messy, because the prize was going to be bigger. Also, it was the last challenge of the evening.
“So,” the ticket man started,” What we have next, is a little something that we call the human buffet. Guys, please bring out the table.” The two men from before wheeled out what appeared to be a normal everyday buffet table. They brought it out and placed it at the front of the stage. “Ok,” the ticket man said,” This is the buffet table. In a little while, this table ill be filled with a vast array of every type of food that you could possibly imagine. That is not all though. You will notice that we refer to it as the human buffet. That is because there will be something else on the table along with the mountains of food. That something will be a person. In other words, if you choose to accept this challenge, Bart, your girlfriend, Sinead, will have to lay on this table spread eagle and then she will get covered in a huge amount of disgusting food, all over her body. The choice is yours Bart, but I think you should know what the reward will be in you choose to go for it. If you go through with this, the reward is a massive £500 straight to you.” This time he looked at Sinead. “Screw it,” she said,” I’m doing it. For £500, you go ahead pour anything you want on me.” Bart’s mouth fell wide open. He had not expected her to react like that. They had been living in a tent, though and were absolutely desperate for money. £500 seemed like a million pounds to them at this point. Sinead had no problem going through with this. She walked over to the table herself. She sat her bottom on the edge of the table and used her hands to pull her up. She stretched her legs out in front of her. She lowered her body down and placed her arms at her sides. She lay stiff as a board on her back on the table. She looked up at the sky and prepared herself for what was about to happen. She didn’t even care any more. All she was thinking about was getting this money and getting out of there. A trolley was then wheeled out containing numerous buckets and containers full of various types of food. It was going to go all over Sinead.
She wiggled her toes and legs about in anticipation. Form the angle that she was lying at, she could not see anything to either of her sides, so she was not going to have any idea about what was going to be poured on her. She could hear the trolley being wheeled out but could not see it or what was inside of it. Bart had a look at what was contained in the cart. “Ok, “ the ticket man said,” Bart when you are ready, let her have it. Let’s make a human buffet,” he said. Bart first picked out a bottle of barbecue sauce as well as a bottle of mayonnaise. He took one in each hand. He flipped open their lids and approached his prone girlfriend. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying seeing her in this position. A lot of the time she was a moody, stroppy cow and she really did deserve this. He approached her carrying the two bottles. “Ok, here we go,” the ticket man said. Bart turned the bottles over, inches from Sinead’s prone body. The barbecue sauce he placed over her chest and the top part of her stomach, the mayonnaise, he aimed at her knickers and the bottom of her tummy. He began to squeeze the bottles in unison. He squeezed the dark red and white condiments down onto Sinead. They felt like suntan lotion on more sloppy as they emerged from their bottles down onto Sinead’s skin and underwear. He sprayed large amounts in place and then moved the bottles back and forth over her body. Sinead continued to wiggle her toes. Bart enjoyed the feeling of having some control for once. He move the bottles up and down, leaving streaks and lines of the condiments up and down the length of Sinead’s body. They crossed each other from her stomach to her crotch. Dark red and white mess covering that area of her body. The sauces felt cold against her flesh. She winced slightly, closing her eyes. She could not deny that there was a definite sensuality to the whole thing.
Bart then grabbed a catering size container of picked relish. He could not wait see Sinead’s reaction when she figured out exactly what it was that was being poured onto her. He took the entire container and lifted it high into the air. It was quite heavy due to the enormous amount of relish that was contained inside. Bart lifted it in the air. He decided that he was going to take aim at Sinead’s face first. She could not really see what was happening and was not anticipating this at all. He picked up the container and started to tip it over, sending some of the relish plummeting downwards. It landed in a heap on top of Sinead’s face. Luckily, she was able to close her mouth and shut her eyes just in time, as she saw an avalanche of loose green relish falling downwards from above straight at her face The relish piled on top of her face at first, but due to the loser configuration of the particles, it collapsed and relish covered her entire head. It was everywhere. She looked like a zombie with mask of sloppy green relish. It fell into every wrinkle and crevice on her face. Bart only had poured about a quarter of the relish onto Sinead’s face. He then took the rest of the container and redirected the relish straight down onto Sinead’s body. He tipped the container onto her stomach. A gigantic amount fell down and landed on her stomach, but then fell everywhere. She could feel it falling all over. There was relish inside of her bra and all over her crotch. She could feel it between her legs. He then moved the container downwards poring what was left on Sinead’s legs down and all over her feet as well. She could feel the relish down beneath her on the table as well. The container was now empty. Bart tossed it aside and returned to the trolley.
Next Bart selected a large container of chocolate ice-cream. He was handed an ice-cream scoop as well. He knew straight away the first place he was going to aim for. He stuck the scoop into the ice-cream and pulled out a huge scoop of it. He approached his girlfriend who lay motionless on the table covered in pickled relish. He placed the ice-cream container down for one second, so he could utilize both hands. He took one hand and pulled open the top of Sinead’s panties. “What the hell is he doing?,” she thought. Bart pushed the ice-cream scoop inside of Sinead’s panties. He turned it over and pushed the release. The chocolate ice-cream fell from the scoop and landed inside the front of Sinead’s panties. He quickly removed the scoop and snapped the underwear back shut. His ears were then pierced by an almighty scream. This was the result of what Sinead felt when the freezing cold ice-cream contacted her sexy private parts. She squealed from the coldness. A bulge was left in the top of her panties, though the ice-cream was rapidly melting due to her body heat. Brown melted ice-cream was already oozing from the bottom of Sinead’s panties. “You bastard,” she squealed, powerless to do much else. Bart then took more scoops of the chocolate ice-cream. He placed them various places on Sinead’s body. He stuck the next one straight down between her breasts. He placed two more in each of her arm pits. He put two more scoops into the backs of Sinead’s knees. He then placed three more on her stomach. One on her belly button and two more higher on her stomach. The final one he stuck to her forehead. He stood back and watched as Sinead writhed from the coldness of the ice-cream against her body. He watched as the ice-cream slowly melted leaving streaks of brown cream in their wake as they went. There was no more ice-cream left. Bart discarded the container and returned to the trolley once again to see what else he could find.
The next thing that Bart came across was a large tray of salads and luncheon items. It contained mounds of ham salad, chicken salad, tuna, potato salad, pasta salad and coleslaw. Each was in a gigantic mound, stuck to the tray. The mounds were about the same size as each of Sinead’s breasts. Bart took the tray and brought it over to Sinead. It was going to be sloppy, but he was going to have to use his hands for this one. He took both hands and lifted the mound of ham salad. He picked it up from the tray and plopped it down onto one of Sinead’s breasts. He took the chicken salad and placed it onto her other breast. He then proceeded to take each mound and place them onto different areas on Sinead’s body. He tried his best not to drop any of the mess as he lifted it up. He took the mounds and pressed them against Sinead’s body so that they would stay in place. He placed the potato salad on top of her underwear. He placed the pasta salad on her legs. He placed the coleslaw on her stomach. Of course, not all of it stayed in place. The mess began to get everywhere, mixing with the mess that was already all over Sinead. Bart took the last mound, which was the tuna fish. He took both hands and placed the sloppy, disgusting mess onto Sinead’s face. He pushed it down onto her face. Right now all Sinead could see, taste or smell was tuna. She lay motionless, her face covered in tuna fish. Her body now really did look like a human buffet table, mounds of the disgusting deli items piled onto her body.
Finally, Bart grabbed a jar of applesauce. He twisted the lid open and approached Sinead. He started at her feet this time and worked his way up. He poured the applesauce the length of her body. He moved it back and forth all around what was already stuck to her body. He poured it up her legs and then her crotch, up her stomach and all over her breasts, and finally her head. The slimy cold applesauce clinging all over Sinead’s body. He tried to cover all the areas that were not already covered in heaps of food. She was well and truly trashed now. Her body now dripped with sloppy applesauce, on top of everything else. When Bart was finished, he bowed to the applause of the crowd. Sinead just laid there motionless waiting for this all to be over.
The ticket man walked up to Bart and shook his hand. “Well done, my son,” he said,” You did a great job and as promised, here is your money.” He handed the money over to Bart. “Let’s give them a round of applause. They were such good sports, after all,” he said. Bart smiled. Sinead was then finally allowed to get up. She put her hands behind her and lifted her back up. She bent her knees. As her body moved, food tumbled off of her in all direction. Some of the blobs of food fell from her body onto the stage. She was able to remove most of the tuna from her face. When she sat up the food rolled down from her. She sat on the table and shifted her body sideways, sitting on the table as she brushed some of the mess off. She stood up. She gave an annoyed look to Bart. The ticket man said to her,” So Sinead ,well done, you were such a good sport.” “Well,” she said,” Everyone can laugh now, but we got the last laugh. It was worth it for all of that money.” she put her hands on her hips and gave some attitude. They were thanked again and then led of stage.
They collected Sinead’s clothes and walked off to get her cleaned up. Sinead did not say a word to Bart. “Sorry, bout that babe,” Bart said, trying to smooth things over. “Oh its ok. We needed the money,” Sinead replied,” Although, don’t worry, I will get my own back. If you think you are getting any sex from me anytime soon, you are sadly mistaken. I hope you enjoyed yourself, but it is only right that I get my own back as well. You ain’t getting’ any for a long , long time my friend.” She stomped off to go clean off. “But, but Sinead, baby…,”
Sinead had been through some rocky times with her boyfriend Bart. At one point there was a love triangle involving the two and Bart’s friend Jason, who used to be known as Jasmine. Sinead could be very whiney and very demanding. She was very hard to please. They had run away together and were sleeping in a tent. They were penniless and did not know how they were going to survive. That is when an opportunity presented itself to earn some extra cash. Near where their tent was, a carnival pulled into town. Sinead and Bart attended one night. Inside the carnival they saw a sign that read, “Winn cash! Couples needed! Register interest at the ticket booth” Their hearted skipped a beat when they saw this. This was the chance that they were waiting for. A way to earn some cash. They went to the ticket booth to give their details.
They arrived at the booth and were greeted by an obese gentlemen with three day stubble, a top hat, red and white striped trousers and a stained vest. He smoked a cigar. He was not the most reputable looking gentleman in the world. Sinead and Bart walked up to him. “Yes”, he said in gruff voice,” What can I do for you?” “yes we saw the sign about winning cash, asking for couples. We’d like to volunteer to take part,” Bart said. “Are you sure?,” the man said,” This is an after hours gameshow. You will have to do some pretty outrageous things if you take part,” he warned. “That’s ok,” Sinead said,” We will do what we have to do. We are scint. We really need this,” she said. The man looked her up and down,” Well, you certainly look like you would make a good candidate. Well, you have been warned. Just sign your name on the papers and be at the centre of the fairground at 21:00 PM.” They signed the papers. Bart and Sinead walked away,” Are you sure, Sinead?, “ Bart asked,” I am not sure about what he said. It has gotten me worried a bit,” he said. “Oh never mind,” Sinead said,” What’s the worse they could do? I am willing to do just about anything to earn that money. There’s no sexual stuff or anything involved, so no matter what it is, I am willing to do it. We have no choice really do we?,” she said.
Sinead had the sexiest Scouse accent of all time. She had jet black hair and large breasts. She decided to wear her all black that evening. She wore a strappy black top and a pair of black stretch pants along with some black boots. She put on her sexy perfume. She smelled fabulous. She wore all black underwear as well. She was determined to win this money no matter what she was asked to do.
Sinead and Bart arrived at the specified time. A stage was set up. There was already a small crowd starting to gather. They were welcomed to the stage. The same man that they had met before was the one heading up the show. He asked the audience, what there was of an audience, to please welcome Bart and Sinead. There was a sparse round of applause for them as they walked onto the stage hand in hand. The whole carnival was about grimy and a bit seedy, now that they really looked around. “Ok now, Bart and Sinead, are you ready to make some money?,” he said. “We sure are,” Sinead responded. “Ok, here is how it works. We need one of you to be the star for the evening,” he said. “Oh that would be me,” Sinead said, pushing her way forward, posing,” I am a born star.” “I thought you might say that,” the ticket man said. “How it will work is, Bart, we will give you the chance to win the money for your team. The catch is Sinead will have to earn the money. For each cash amount there will be a forfeit. But it will be Bart who will be making the decision whether to go for it or not. He will be able to chose to win the money and Sinead will have to do the forfeit, or he will be able to spare his girlfriend, but they will lose the money.” Sinead began to look a bit worried. She glared at the ticket man and at Bart. Of course it was a win win situation for Bart. He could earn the money and get to punish is overpowering and whiney girlfriend at the same time. Of course, he would tell her later that he had to chose the forfeits because they needed the money and that he never would have chosen the forfeits if he had the choice. Secretly he was going to enjoy this very much. “I remind everyone this is an adults only show. Can anyone under 18 please leave at this time,” the ticket man said. Sinead rolled her eyes. She did not want to think what this might mean. “Sinead is going to be our star tonight,” the ticket man said. Sinead groaned.
“Ok Bart, we will start out very easy for everyone, to show everyone how this works. We will offer you £100. In order to win the money though Sinead will have to strip down to her bra and panties.” the crowd was filled with wolf whistles and cheers, more people were coming in now. Sinead licked her lips and shook her head, giving an, I can’t believe this, sort of look. Sinead and Bart looked at one another. Bart looked at Sinead as if to say,” what should we do?” “Ugh, I’ll have to do it,” Sinead said,” We need the money. We are desperate,” she said. She lifted her leg and unzipped one of her boots. She pulled it off of her leg. She took it off and placed it on the corner of the stage. She then unzipped the other boot and slid it off. She turned around and placed it next to the other boot. She then returned and took a deep breath. Trying not to blush. She reached down and grabbed her top. She pulled it off over the top over head. She swung her head, tossing her dark hair around. Her enormous breasts were revealed like to mountainous globes encased in her black bra. She threw her shirt off. It landed on top of her already discarded boots on the side of the stage. She then bent down, placing her hands on her waist. She placed her fingers on the waist band of her stretch pants. She stretched the waistline and slowly pulled her pants down her sexy legs to her ankles. As men in the crowd whistled and cheered. She dropped her pants to her ankles and then lifted one leg, pulling the pants off. She did the same with the other leg. She balled up her stretch pants, turned around and placed them in a pile with the rest of her clothes. She then walked back into place. She stood next to Bart, with her hands on her hips. She wore nothing but a pair of black knickers and a black bra. She also wore a pair of white socks. She was allowed to keep these on. Strangely they were the only part of her outfit that was not black. She stood on the stage, men and women alike pointing, staring and gauking at her in only her underwear. She took a deep breath, trying to hide her mortification. “Well done Sinead,” the ticket man said,” Here is your hard earned £100,” he handed the money to Bart. Sinead kept her mind on the money. She tried not to blush.
“Ok, Sinead and Bart, time to move on to the next challenge,” the ticket man said. “Fine,” said Sinead, giving a disingenuous smile, but flaring her nostrils as well. He motioned for some of the carnies to bring something out. One of them returned with something in his hands. “Ok, Bart,” the ticket man said,” What we have here is a lovely cream pie. We also have another lovely £100. Bart what you have to do in order to earn the £100 is simply to take this pie and place it in your girlfriend’s face.” Bart smiled. Sinead’s eyes widened. “Oh my god!,” she said. “I can’t believe this,” she shook her head. “Don’t you smile. I know you are loving this,” she said to Bart. “So Bart, what will it be?,” the ticket man said. “Well, we really need the money so, reluctantly, I am going to have to go with the pie,” he said. “ Good choice,” the ticket man said. He handed the pie to Bart. Bart turned to Sinead. Sinead looked up at him. He smiled. “Sorry, babes,” he said. “Oh shut up, “ she said,” Don’t pretend you aren’t loving this. Just get it over with. If you ever mention this again, I make you pay,” she said. Sinead shut her eyes tightly and scrunched her face up, preparing herself for the impact of the pie. Bart leaned back with his arm. He placed his arm on his girlfriend’s shoulder to steady himself. He then let rip. For someone who did not want to do this, he did not hold very much back. He really let Sinead have it. He threw the pie with some force straight into Sinead’s face. It landed with a crumpled thud in her face. Bart had no mercy on girlfriend. The distinctive sound of pie hitting face filled the air. Pie exploded on her face. She nearly fell backwards. The pie covered Sinead’s face. Bart held it in her face for a moment and then pushed it down her neck and over her bra, covering her breasts in pie as well. Bart then let the tin drop. He stepped back laughing. The now, larger audience laughed and cheered. Sinead’s face was coated in a layer of thick white pie. She licked her lips and glared at Bart angrily. Blobs of cream stuck all over Sinead’s face and hair. Her eyes were visible but obscured by the pie. Her entire face, otherwise was covered in pie. Sinead also had pie smeared all over her breasts as well. She looked absolutely luscious. She was a vision in pie. She looked amazingly sexy covered in it. “Well done, Bart,” the ticket man said,” Here is your money, as promised. Bart took the money and smiled. Sinead gave a muted smile from beneath the creamy pie which sandwiched her face. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “Sorry,” Bart said. Sinead stood on the stage in her underwear, her face and half her body covered in creamy pie. The white cream standing out against her skin as well as the black of her underwear and the black of her shiny raven coloured hair.
“Well done Bart. Now are you ready for the next challenge?,” the ticket man asked. “Oh most definitely. For sure,” Bart replied with a smirk. Sinead shook her head, glaring at him. “You’d better be nice,” she said. “Ok then, bring it out,” the ticket man said. Some carnies came out carrying something. At first, it was unclear what they were carrying. The ticket man was going to have to explain. “Ok Bart, what we have here are some spray bottles. You may be interested to know that they are filled with ketchup.” “Ok,” Bart said. “So here is your challenge, if you choose to accept it,” the ticket man explained. “The choice is this, you can win another £100. It is very easy. That money is yours to be had. All you have to do is take these ketchup bottles and spray the ketchup all over Sinead over there.” Sinead blushed and widened her eyes. “Oh no,” she said with a laugh. “Or, of course, you can choose to spare your girlfriend, but, in that case, you will lose the £100. The choice is yours Bart.” Bart scratched his chin. He pretended to be deeply pondering his decision. He looked at his girlfriend. He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, babe. I’ll have to go with the money,” he said. Sinead shook her head. She put her hand to her brow and laughed. “You’d better not ever bring this up later,” she said, pointing at Bart.
Bart was handed the ketchup bottles. He was positioned across from Sinead. Sinead’s back was up against the wall. She waived her hands. “Please, Bart. No, no, please,” she squealed. Bart took aim with the ketchup bottles. Sinead closed her eyes tightly. She shook her head wildly and squealed. Bart laughed at getting the chance to do this. He started squeezing the ketchup bottles. The ketchup flew threw the air landing all over Sinead. Bart moved the bottles up and down. The ketchup sprayed up and down all over Sinead. The ketchup landed up and down Sinead’s sexy body. Ketchup poured onto her in spurts. It went all over her shoulders, all over her breasts. Ketchup poured in lines down her stomach and down her legs. She wiggled around and screamed her head off, as the red ketchup sprayed and splattered all over her body. The red ketchup against her black bra, panties and hair and her peach coloured skin. Bart waited and then sprayed more ketchup straight into Sinead’s face. Ketchup covered her irregularly all over her body. When the bottles were empty, Sinead stood in her underwear dripping in ketchup. She made a pouting face and wiped some of the ketchup from her fringe. Bart looked at Sinead and could not help but laugh. “You, shut up,” she shouted at him. He placed the bottles down on the floor. “I can’t believe this,” Sinead said. She tried to rub some of the ketchup off of herself.
The ticket man shook Bart’s hand, “Very well done,” he commended him,” As promised, here is your money. The question is, are you willing to earn even more money? Well, let’s see what the next challenge is,” he said. With that a carney came out carrying something in his hand. “Ok,” the ticket man said, taking the item in his hand. “What we have here is an ordinary everyday apple,” he said, displaying the apple for everyone to have a look. “Right now, you are probably asking yourself, what we are going to do with this apple. Well, I am about to show you. It is very simple. What is going to happen, if you choose to accept the challenge is this, we are going to take the apple, and we are going to place it on top of Sinead’s head. It will be balanced in place there on her head. Sounds simple enough, but then comes the second part,” he said. “Bart will then be given a supersoaker. That supersoaker will be filled with pink gunge. What Bart will have to do is attempt to shoot the apple off of Sinead’s head using the gunge from the supersoaker.” Everyone, including Sinead laughed. She could not believe that this was happening. “If you accept and complete the challenge, Bart, you will win another £100,” the ticket man said. He smiled. He pretended to think it over, but knew all along what he would be doing. “Well, let me think about this one,” he said. He looked at his girlfriend. “You’d better be nice,” she said. “I think I have to go with the money,” he said. He shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip. “What can I say?” Everyone gave a cheer.
Sinead was lead to the wall. She placed her back up against it. The ticket man took the shiny red apple and placed it an top of Sinead’s head. He steadied it, making sure it would stay in place for at least a little while. Sinead raised her shoulders and pulled her neck close. Her whole body tensing up. She caught her breath. She felt very strange, having an apple balancing on the top of her head. She tried to be as still as she could, so that it would stay in place where it was on top of her head. She squinched up her nose. Bart was handed the supersoaker. He smiled and raised his eyebrows up and down quickly. Sinead growled at him. He pumped up the super water gun, building the pressure in it. “Oh god,” Sinead said. Bart stood about three meters away. He took aim at Sinead and the apple that sat on top of her head. He pushed the trigger down. His aim was slightly too low. He misjudged the trajectory of the stream of gunge totally. Instead of hitting the apple, the stream of pink gunge went straight into Sinead’s face. She avoided the temptation to move away. The gunge sprayed and spurted in her face. She closed her eyes tightly and laughed, cursing her boyfriend under her breath. She then screamed as gunge washed down her face. It splattered down her cheeks and face. She licked her top teeth. The gunge trickled down her body. The gunge was pressurized and hit her a bit like a spray. Eventually, Bart raised his aim and got the gunge to hit the apple. By this time, the spray from the water gun had run its course. He was handed a fresh water gun full of gunge. Bart pumped up the second gun and took aim at the apple. The increased spray power hit the apple square on. Surprisingly, the apple did not fall off of Sinead’s head immediately. It held its ground for a bit. The gunge stream hit the apple head on. It soaked the apple poured down Sinead’s head. The gush of gunge spurted off of the apple and down Sinead’s head. Bart sustained his aim on the apple. It pushed its way sideways a bit and the force of the gunge pushed it. Finally the apple was knocked off of her head. It fell off and plummeting onto the floor, landing with a thud. The little gunge that was left in the water gun, was aimed at Sinead’s stomach. Bart pulled the trigger and super soaked Sinead’s torso in the gunge. She wiggled her hands around and screamed. Her face and hair were covered in pink gunge. Gunge dripped down her shoulders and the sides of her body and down her hips. She shook her head in Bart’s direction, trying to splash him with some of the gunge from her hair. He put his hands up and backed away. Sinead laughed. “You deserve that,” she said in her sexy scouse accent.
“Well, that was pretty amazing,” The ticket man said,” You have really earned this,” he said, handing Bart the money that he had just earned. “Now, we have one last challenge for you, if you are willing to accept it.” “More?!?,” Sinead shouted,” What else can you lot do to me. I am absolutely trashed already,” she said. “Sorry, Sinead, but yes there is even more planned for you. Of course, Bart can choose to refuse and lose out on the big cash prize, but that choice will be totally up to him,” the ticket man said. Sinead looked at Bart exasperated. This really was embarrassing. She thought it was totally unfair that she was the one taking all of the punishment and Bart got to stay totally clean and fully dressed. She figured that she had come all this way now, that she may as well see things through to the end. Of course, the choice was not hers to make. It was Bart who was going to make that decision for the both of them. Sinead stroked her raven black hair as she waited to hear what was going to be in store for her next. She knew that it was going to be at least a bit more messy, because the prize was going to be bigger. Also, it was the last challenge of the evening.
“So,” the ticket man started,” What we have next, is a little something that we call the human buffet. Guys, please bring out the table.” The two men from before wheeled out what appeared to be a normal everyday buffet table. They brought it out and placed it at the front of the stage. “Ok,” the ticket man said,” This is the buffet table. In a little while, this table ill be filled with a vast array of every type of food that you could possibly imagine. That is not all though. You will notice that we refer to it as the human buffet. That is because there will be something else on the table along with the mountains of food. That something will be a person. In other words, if you choose to accept this challenge, Bart, your girlfriend, Sinead, will have to lay on this table spread eagle and then she will get covered in a huge amount of disgusting food, all over her body. The choice is yours Bart, but I think you should know what the reward will be in you choose to go for it. If you go through with this, the reward is a massive £500 straight to you.” This time he looked at Sinead. “Screw it,” she said,” I’m doing it. For £500, you go ahead pour anything you want on me.” Bart’s mouth fell wide open. He had not expected her to react like that. They had been living in a tent, though and were absolutely desperate for money. £500 seemed like a million pounds to them at this point. Sinead had no problem going through with this. She walked over to the table herself. She sat her bottom on the edge of the table and used her hands to pull her up. She stretched her legs out in front of her. She lowered her body down and placed her arms at her sides. She lay stiff as a board on her back on the table. She looked up at the sky and prepared herself for what was about to happen. She didn’t even care any more. All she was thinking about was getting this money and getting out of there. A trolley was then wheeled out containing numerous buckets and containers full of various types of food. It was going to go all over Sinead.
She wiggled her toes and legs about in anticipation. Form the angle that she was lying at, she could not see anything to either of her sides, so she was not going to have any idea about what was going to be poured on her. She could hear the trolley being wheeled out but could not see it or what was inside of it. Bart had a look at what was contained in the cart. “Ok, “ the ticket man said,” Bart when you are ready, let her have it. Let’s make a human buffet,” he said. Bart first picked out a bottle of barbecue sauce as well as a bottle of mayonnaise. He took one in each hand. He flipped open their lids and approached his prone girlfriend. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying seeing her in this position. A lot of the time she was a moody, stroppy cow and she really did deserve this. He approached her carrying the two bottles. “Ok, here we go,” the ticket man said. Bart turned the bottles over, inches from Sinead’s prone body. The barbecue sauce he placed over her chest and the top part of her stomach, the mayonnaise, he aimed at her knickers and the bottom of her tummy. He began to squeeze the bottles in unison. He squeezed the dark red and white condiments down onto Sinead. They felt like suntan lotion on more sloppy as they emerged from their bottles down onto Sinead’s skin and underwear. He sprayed large amounts in place and then moved the bottles back and forth over her body. Sinead continued to wiggle her toes. Bart enjoyed the feeling of having some control for once. He move the bottles up and down, leaving streaks and lines of the condiments up and down the length of Sinead’s body. They crossed each other from her stomach to her crotch. Dark red and white mess covering that area of her body. The sauces felt cold against her flesh. She winced slightly, closing her eyes. She could not deny that there was a definite sensuality to the whole thing.
Bart then grabbed a catering size container of picked relish. He could not wait see Sinead’s reaction when she figured out exactly what it was that was being poured onto her. He took the entire container and lifted it high into the air. It was quite heavy due to the enormous amount of relish that was contained inside. Bart lifted it in the air. He decided that he was going to take aim at Sinead’s face first. She could not really see what was happening and was not anticipating this at all. He picked up the container and started to tip it over, sending some of the relish plummeting downwards. It landed in a heap on top of Sinead’s face. Luckily, she was able to close her mouth and shut her eyes just in time, as she saw an avalanche of loose green relish falling downwards from above straight at her face The relish piled on top of her face at first, but due to the loser configuration of the particles, it collapsed and relish covered her entire head. It was everywhere. She looked like a zombie with mask of sloppy green relish. It fell into every wrinkle and crevice on her face. Bart only had poured about a quarter of the relish onto Sinead’s face. He then took the rest of the container and redirected the relish straight down onto Sinead’s body. He tipped the container onto her stomach. A gigantic amount fell down and landed on her stomach, but then fell everywhere. She could feel it falling all over. There was relish inside of her bra and all over her crotch. She could feel it between her legs. He then moved the container downwards poring what was left on Sinead’s legs down and all over her feet as well. She could feel the relish down beneath her on the table as well. The container was now empty. Bart tossed it aside and returned to the trolley.
Next Bart selected a large container of chocolate ice-cream. He was handed an ice-cream scoop as well. He knew straight away the first place he was going to aim for. He stuck the scoop into the ice-cream and pulled out a huge scoop of it. He approached his girlfriend who lay motionless on the table covered in pickled relish. He placed the ice-cream container down for one second, so he could utilize both hands. He took one hand and pulled open the top of Sinead’s panties. “What the hell is he doing?,” she thought. Bart pushed the ice-cream scoop inside of Sinead’s panties. He turned it over and pushed the release. The chocolate ice-cream fell from the scoop and landed inside the front of Sinead’s panties. He quickly removed the scoop and snapped the underwear back shut. His ears were then pierced by an almighty scream. This was the result of what Sinead felt when the freezing cold ice-cream contacted her sexy private parts. She squealed from the coldness. A bulge was left in the top of her panties, though the ice-cream was rapidly melting due to her body heat. Brown melted ice-cream was already oozing from the bottom of Sinead’s panties. “You bastard,” she squealed, powerless to do much else. Bart then took more scoops of the chocolate ice-cream. He placed them various places on Sinead’s body. He stuck the next one straight down between her breasts. He placed two more in each of her arm pits. He put two more scoops into the backs of Sinead’s knees. He then placed three more on her stomach. One on her belly button and two more higher on her stomach. The final one he stuck to her forehead. He stood back and watched as Sinead writhed from the coldness of the ice-cream against her body. He watched as the ice-cream slowly melted leaving streaks of brown cream in their wake as they went. There was no more ice-cream left. Bart discarded the container and returned to the trolley once again to see what else he could find.
The next thing that Bart came across was a large tray of salads and luncheon items. It contained mounds of ham salad, chicken salad, tuna, potato salad, pasta salad and coleslaw. Each was in a gigantic mound, stuck to the tray. The mounds were about the same size as each of Sinead’s breasts. Bart took the tray and brought it over to Sinead. It was going to be sloppy, but he was going to have to use his hands for this one. He took both hands and lifted the mound of ham salad. He picked it up from the tray and plopped it down onto one of Sinead’s breasts. He took the chicken salad and placed it onto her other breast. He then proceeded to take each mound and place them onto different areas on Sinead’s body. He tried his best not to drop any of the mess as he lifted it up. He took the mounds and pressed them against Sinead’s body so that they would stay in place. He placed the potato salad on top of her underwear. He placed the pasta salad on her legs. He placed the coleslaw on her stomach. Of course, not all of it stayed in place. The mess began to get everywhere, mixing with the mess that was already all over Sinead. Bart took the last mound, which was the tuna fish. He took both hands and placed the sloppy, disgusting mess onto Sinead’s face. He pushed it down onto her face. Right now all Sinead could see, taste or smell was tuna. She lay motionless, her face covered in tuna fish. Her body now really did look like a human buffet table, mounds of the disgusting deli items piled onto her body.
Finally, Bart grabbed a jar of applesauce. He twisted the lid open and approached Sinead. He started at her feet this time and worked his way up. He poured the applesauce the length of her body. He moved it back and forth all around what was already stuck to her body. He poured it up her legs and then her crotch, up her stomach and all over her breasts, and finally her head. The slimy cold applesauce clinging all over Sinead’s body. He tried to cover all the areas that were not already covered in heaps of food. She was well and truly trashed now. Her body now dripped with sloppy applesauce, on top of everything else. When Bart was finished, he bowed to the applause of the crowd. Sinead just laid there motionless waiting for this all to be over.
The ticket man walked up to Bart and shook his hand. “Well done, my son,” he said,” You did a great job and as promised, here is your money.” He handed the money over to Bart. “Let’s give them a round of applause. They were such good sports, after all,” he said. Bart smiled. Sinead was then finally allowed to get up. She put her hands behind her and lifted her back up. She bent her knees. As her body moved, food tumbled off of her in all direction. Some of the blobs of food fell from her body onto the stage. She was able to remove most of the tuna from her face. When she sat up the food rolled down from her. She sat on the table and shifted her body sideways, sitting on the table as she brushed some of the mess off. She stood up. She gave an annoyed look to Bart. The ticket man said to her,” So Sinead ,well done, you were such a good sport.” “Well,” she said,” Everyone can laugh now, but we got the last laugh. It was worth it for all of that money.” she put her hands on her hips and gave some attitude. They were thanked again and then led of stage.
They collected Sinead’s clothes and walked off to get her cleaned up. Sinead did not say a word to Bart. “Sorry, bout that babe,” Bart said, trying to smooth things over. “Oh its ok. We needed the money,” Sinead replied,” Although, don’t worry, I will get my own back. If you think you are getting any sex from me anytime soon, you are sadly mistaken. I hope you enjoyed yourself, but it is only right that I get my own back as well. You ain’t getting’ any for a long , long time my friend.” She stomped off to go clean off. “But, but Sinead, baby…,”
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