Lilith Fair part 2: Jewel
The first messing of the night was shocking but very enjoyable for the Lilith Fair audience. They wondered who would be the next in the firing line and what would happen to them. A few more acts played and it was revealed that they would not be the ones getting messed. Now, it was Jewel’s turn to perform. The Alaskan born singer was very nervous now. She was nowhere near as confident or as kinky as Fiona Apple. She really hoped that she had not garnered enough votes. The PA announcer started to speak. “Our next act is the fabulous Jewel.” The crowd cheered for her. “ More importantly, the question is, is she going to be one of our acts that is going to be getting messy. Your votes will have decided that. I can now reveal that Jewel…,” he paused for dramatic effect. The anticipation built. Jewel stood at the corner of the stage biting her lip in anticipation, her face all scrunched up. The tension built even more. ”Jewel… is in the top three which means she will be getting the mess.” The crowd erupted in a flurry of applause and laughter. “Oh my gosh,” Jewel said, blushing and nervously giggling.
“Please welcome, Jewel,” the announcer said. Jewel wanted to run. She was bright red and was sweating profusely in embarrassment. She wanted to run away, but knew that she couldn’t. She reluctantly wanted onto stage. She wore a black shirt with several buttons undone. She had on a black skirt and a pair of black boots. The black contrasting with her soft, supple, smooth tanned skin. She mustered up a smile and waive as she walked on the stage. She walked out to the centre of the stage and stood there. She crossed her legs nervously, waiting for wait might happen to her. The audience fell silent and awaited what was about to happen. It was not going to be as elaborate as what had happened to Fiona Apple earlier, that was clear. Jewel brushed her hair back with her hand and gave a nervous smile. She was almost shaking she was so nervous about this. Her hands were at her side.
Everyone waited. It was a long time before anything happened. Then, when everyone least expected it, a pie flew up at an angle from somewhere at the front of the stage. No one, including Jewel saw it coming. The pie was launched through the air at quite a quick rate of speed t Jewel. She did not see it coming, so had no time or inclination to react to it. It was hurdled through the air and landed squarely on target. It hit her full force in the face with a crunching sound. The pie popped her in the face, exploding in all direction. Cream flew everywhere. The tin instantly flew off. In one instant Jewel’s beautiful, smooth, tanned face was covered in thick whipped cream. Her forehead and the areas around her eyes and mouth were covered in cream. The bridge of her nose was coated in it. It was thick sloppy and white. Parts of her face were still visible under the mask of pie. Remains of the pie remained around her neck and the top of her skirt. Her black silk shirt was speckled with bits of white whipped cream. The crowd had exploded in laughter upon the moment of impact. Jewel bent her knees and giggled. Pie dripped from her lips. She smiled, revealing her slightly misshapen, but incredibly sexy teeth. Her blond hair was also coated in some of the pie. At this point, her face wasn’t one hundred percent covered in pie but only mostly coated in the soft creamy mess. Jewel thought to herself how cool the soft mushy pie was against her hot sweaty tanned skin. It was a hot sweaty summer day, the feel of the cold pie on her red hot skin felt almost nice, almost sensual. Though, she would never tell anyone else that.
Jewel had been put aback by the first pie. She had no idea what was to happen next. A few seconds later, another pie was catapulted at her from a similar angle. Then another. Then another. Jewel was now being obliterated by a barrage of pies. One after another hit her body and face. She lifted her leg and put her hands in front of her. She was nearly knocked backwards a few times by the force of the pies that were hitting her. One by one the pies hit her. In her chest, on her stomach, on her skirt, on her thigh, on her calves and in her face. She waived her hands and laughed as a quick succession of pies splatted against her, one after another. She wiggled and squirmed as she was pelted with the pies. She could not help but laugh as the pies hit her one after another. Some of the tins stuck to her, some fell away. Some of the tins were knocked lose by ones that hit her afterwards. The flurry of pies seemed to go one forever. Eventually, the last pie hit, nailing Jewel in the face again. Jewel was left to catch her breath. The crowd let out a massive cheer. She held out her hands in front of her and left out a huge laugh of exasperation. “Look at me, I am covered in pie,” she seemed to say. She peeled one of the remaining pie tins away from her sexy leg and dropped it to the floor. Her black clothes and her tanned skin were now almost totally covered in soft white creamy pie from head to toe. She took her hand rubbed a gigantic glob of the pie from her neck. She licked her lips. Her face and hair were now totally covered in pie. She cleared some away from her forehead and her eyes. Although the pie was soft and light, there was so much of the stuff covering her that it was now feeling heavy on her body. She could feel pie down her shirt and on her knees. She bent her knees and arched her back laughing at her current situation.
Jewel was hoping that the pies would be the end of it, unfortunately for her they weren’t, not by a long shot, there was so much more to come. Jewel had only just steadied herself after the barrage of pies that she had been hit with. She then heard someone yell at her, “Hey, Jewel, look up.” She looked up as a reflex. She realized almost instantly that that was a bad move. When she looked up, someone must have pulled a cord or a lever, because from the ceiling above her fell a tidal wave of slime. It was the green slime like they used to use on Nickelodeon. As she looked up the slime was released from some sort of tank or box that was directly over her head. The slime plummeted down from the ceiling. It seemed to dangle in midair for one brief moment before finally reaching its target, which was Jewel’s face. When she looked up it poured straight down onto her face. Her mouth and eyes were splashed. She quickly shut them and pushed her head back forward. The slime did not cease though. It continued pouring down onto her head. She blew from lips releasing some of the slime from her mouth. It poured down on her for an extended period of time. Her hair was soaked in green slime. Her shoulders and neck were dripping in slime. The slime rolled down Jewel’s neck and down her body. Her black clothes dripped irregularly in the green slime. It was soft and smooth. Jewel just stood there looking down at her feet as she got slimed. She was soon fully coated in the stuff. It was slimy and cold. Green slime dripped down her tanned legs and boots. Her tanned skin dripping in the green slime. The crowd applauded loudly. When the slime stopped, Jewel threw her head back and gave a muted smile, flicking some of the slime away. Slime dripped down her body from head to toe. She rubbed her arms and shook her head. She waived to the crowd.
Little did she know that this wasn’t the end. She laughed and rolled her eyes sensually. She patted herself down and rubbed some of the slime off of her arms and legs. The slime almost shined on her shimmering tan skin. She bit her lip. Just as she steadied herself, still dripping in slime, buckets full of rice pudding were hurled at her. Thick, sloppy rice pudding flew through the air, from the same direction that the pies had come from earlier. It was thick and sloppy with an off white colour. It looked disgusting. Rice pudding flung through the air. It landed over Jewel with a splash. In an instant, she was dripping in the sloppy rice pudding. Bits of rice oozed down her face and body. It looked as though someone had been sick on her. Jewel made an Ugh noise. She now dripped in the rice pudding. The texture of it was nauseating. She gave a defeated pouty frown and wiggled her fingers around in the rice pudding. Then, in quick succession, three more buckets of rice pudding were thrown at her. They splashed her front, covering her clothes and body in rice pudding. It poured down her legs and boots. Her skirt now clung to her body. Her ample cleavage now heaving from her top coated in rice pudding. She ran her hands down her clothes in the sloppy rice pudding. A large puddle of mess collected around her feet. She squirmed in the mess. She turned around and was hit with another bucket of rice pudding. It flew through the air and landed on her backside, sending rice pudding flying in all directions. Her bottom was smeared in rice pudding. The backs of her legs dripped in rice pudding. She shuffled her legs and let the pudding fall down her thighs and calves and down her boots. She turned back around and flicked some of the rice pudding from the ends of her hair. She looked a bit like a drowned rat covered in the mess, soaking in rice pudding. She stomped her feet in the puddle of mess beneath them. She sighed. She could feel the rice pudding all over her, overwhelming her clothes. She could feel it running down her body, down her legs, all over her chest. She reached in and picked a handful of rice pudding from inside of her shirt and tossed it to the ground.
Jewel was totally trashed now. She hoped that this would be over soon. The mess that covered her was beginning to become heavy and quite cumbersome. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes she looked down and noticed that there were two hoses coming from where the pies had come from, pointing straight in her direction. She threw up her hands instinctively and contorted her body, raising one leg high in front of herself, in an attempt to deflect what was about to be coming her way. The hoses were switched on. Immediately, a rush of pink gunge came exploding from the hoses at Jewel. She screamed and squealed. Her body wiggled about as the pink gunge was sprayed all over her. She twisted and turned as the people directing the gunge sprayed it liberally all over her entire body. It was splashing everywhere now. She wiggled around and fell on her bottom, her legs bent in front of her. Her panties now visible to the crowd, also black. The gunge continued spraying her. It was sprayed all over her sexy legs and up her skirt. She screeched as her underwear was sprayed with a deluge of sloppy pink gunge. They sprayed her down as if they were washing a car. She tried placing her hands in front of her to stop the gunge, but it continued to come at her. She fell onto the stage floor and rolled around on the ground as the gunge continued spraying her. When the hoses finally stopped spraying her, Jewel was left sat on the stage dripping in slimy pink gunge. The crowd roared with laughter throughout. She wiped some of the gunge off of herself and stood up. She bowed to the crowd as they applauded her. She gave a muted smile. She then walked off stage and back to her dressing room.
Two of the stars of the show had been messed already, but who would the third be. The options were running low. Everyone had a feeling who it might be. They were going to be in for another enjoyable messing later in the show. Seeing Jewel getting drenched as she did, definitely pleased the crowd. She was pretty big star at the time and one of the major reasons a lot of people bought tickets. The messing was just a bonus.
The first messing of the night was shocking but very enjoyable for the Lilith Fair audience. They wondered who would be the next in the firing line and what would happen to them. A few more acts played and it was revealed that they would not be the ones getting messed. Now, it was Jewel’s turn to perform. The Alaskan born singer was very nervous now. She was nowhere near as confident or as kinky as Fiona Apple. She really hoped that she had not garnered enough votes. The PA announcer started to speak. “Our next act is the fabulous Jewel.” The crowd cheered for her. “ More importantly, the question is, is she going to be one of our acts that is going to be getting messy. Your votes will have decided that. I can now reveal that Jewel…,” he paused for dramatic effect. The anticipation built. Jewel stood at the corner of the stage biting her lip in anticipation, her face all scrunched up. The tension built even more. ”Jewel… is in the top three which means she will be getting the mess.” The crowd erupted in a flurry of applause and laughter. “Oh my gosh,” Jewel said, blushing and nervously giggling.
“Please welcome, Jewel,” the announcer said. Jewel wanted to run. She was bright red and was sweating profusely in embarrassment. She wanted to run away, but knew that she couldn’t. She reluctantly wanted onto stage. She wore a black shirt with several buttons undone. She had on a black skirt and a pair of black boots. The black contrasting with her soft, supple, smooth tanned skin. She mustered up a smile and waive as she walked on the stage. She walked out to the centre of the stage and stood there. She crossed her legs nervously, waiting for wait might happen to her. The audience fell silent and awaited what was about to happen. It was not going to be as elaborate as what had happened to Fiona Apple earlier, that was clear. Jewel brushed her hair back with her hand and gave a nervous smile. She was almost shaking she was so nervous about this. Her hands were at her side.
Everyone waited. It was a long time before anything happened. Then, when everyone least expected it, a pie flew up at an angle from somewhere at the front of the stage. No one, including Jewel saw it coming. The pie was launched through the air at quite a quick rate of speed t Jewel. She did not see it coming, so had no time or inclination to react to it. It was hurdled through the air and landed squarely on target. It hit her full force in the face with a crunching sound. The pie popped her in the face, exploding in all direction. Cream flew everywhere. The tin instantly flew off. In one instant Jewel’s beautiful, smooth, tanned face was covered in thick whipped cream. Her forehead and the areas around her eyes and mouth were covered in cream. The bridge of her nose was coated in it. It was thick sloppy and white. Parts of her face were still visible under the mask of pie. Remains of the pie remained around her neck and the top of her skirt. Her black silk shirt was speckled with bits of white whipped cream. The crowd had exploded in laughter upon the moment of impact. Jewel bent her knees and giggled. Pie dripped from her lips. She smiled, revealing her slightly misshapen, but incredibly sexy teeth. Her blond hair was also coated in some of the pie. At this point, her face wasn’t one hundred percent covered in pie but only mostly coated in the soft creamy mess. Jewel thought to herself how cool the soft mushy pie was against her hot sweaty tanned skin. It was a hot sweaty summer day, the feel of the cold pie on her red hot skin felt almost nice, almost sensual. Though, she would never tell anyone else that.
Jewel had been put aback by the first pie. She had no idea what was to happen next. A few seconds later, another pie was catapulted at her from a similar angle. Then another. Then another. Jewel was now being obliterated by a barrage of pies. One after another hit her body and face. She lifted her leg and put her hands in front of her. She was nearly knocked backwards a few times by the force of the pies that were hitting her. One by one the pies hit her. In her chest, on her stomach, on her skirt, on her thigh, on her calves and in her face. She waived her hands and laughed as a quick succession of pies splatted against her, one after another. She wiggled and squirmed as she was pelted with the pies. She could not help but laugh as the pies hit her one after another. Some of the tins stuck to her, some fell away. Some of the tins were knocked lose by ones that hit her afterwards. The flurry of pies seemed to go one forever. Eventually, the last pie hit, nailing Jewel in the face again. Jewel was left to catch her breath. The crowd let out a massive cheer. She held out her hands in front of her and left out a huge laugh of exasperation. “Look at me, I am covered in pie,” she seemed to say. She peeled one of the remaining pie tins away from her sexy leg and dropped it to the floor. Her black clothes and her tanned skin were now almost totally covered in soft white creamy pie from head to toe. She took her hand rubbed a gigantic glob of the pie from her neck. She licked her lips. Her face and hair were now totally covered in pie. She cleared some away from her forehead and her eyes. Although the pie was soft and light, there was so much of the stuff covering her that it was now feeling heavy on her body. She could feel pie down her shirt and on her knees. She bent her knees and arched her back laughing at her current situation.
Jewel was hoping that the pies would be the end of it, unfortunately for her they weren’t, not by a long shot, there was so much more to come. Jewel had only just steadied herself after the barrage of pies that she had been hit with. She then heard someone yell at her, “Hey, Jewel, look up.” She looked up as a reflex. She realized almost instantly that that was a bad move. When she looked up, someone must have pulled a cord or a lever, because from the ceiling above her fell a tidal wave of slime. It was the green slime like they used to use on Nickelodeon. As she looked up the slime was released from some sort of tank or box that was directly over her head. The slime plummeted down from the ceiling. It seemed to dangle in midair for one brief moment before finally reaching its target, which was Jewel’s face. When she looked up it poured straight down onto her face. Her mouth and eyes were splashed. She quickly shut them and pushed her head back forward. The slime did not cease though. It continued pouring down onto her head. She blew from lips releasing some of the slime from her mouth. It poured down on her for an extended period of time. Her hair was soaked in green slime. Her shoulders and neck were dripping in slime. The slime rolled down Jewel’s neck and down her body. Her black clothes dripped irregularly in the green slime. It was soft and smooth. Jewel just stood there looking down at her feet as she got slimed. She was soon fully coated in the stuff. It was slimy and cold. Green slime dripped down her tanned legs and boots. Her tanned skin dripping in the green slime. The crowd applauded loudly. When the slime stopped, Jewel threw her head back and gave a muted smile, flicking some of the slime away. Slime dripped down her body from head to toe. She rubbed her arms and shook her head. She waived to the crowd.
Little did she know that this wasn’t the end. She laughed and rolled her eyes sensually. She patted herself down and rubbed some of the slime off of her arms and legs. The slime almost shined on her shimmering tan skin. She bit her lip. Just as she steadied herself, still dripping in slime, buckets full of rice pudding were hurled at her. Thick, sloppy rice pudding flew through the air, from the same direction that the pies had come from earlier. It was thick and sloppy with an off white colour. It looked disgusting. Rice pudding flung through the air. It landed over Jewel with a splash. In an instant, she was dripping in the sloppy rice pudding. Bits of rice oozed down her face and body. It looked as though someone had been sick on her. Jewel made an Ugh noise. She now dripped in the rice pudding. The texture of it was nauseating. She gave a defeated pouty frown and wiggled her fingers around in the rice pudding. Then, in quick succession, three more buckets of rice pudding were thrown at her. They splashed her front, covering her clothes and body in rice pudding. It poured down her legs and boots. Her skirt now clung to her body. Her ample cleavage now heaving from her top coated in rice pudding. She ran her hands down her clothes in the sloppy rice pudding. A large puddle of mess collected around her feet. She squirmed in the mess. She turned around and was hit with another bucket of rice pudding. It flew through the air and landed on her backside, sending rice pudding flying in all directions. Her bottom was smeared in rice pudding. The backs of her legs dripped in rice pudding. She shuffled her legs and let the pudding fall down her thighs and calves and down her boots. She turned back around and flicked some of the rice pudding from the ends of her hair. She looked a bit like a drowned rat covered in the mess, soaking in rice pudding. She stomped her feet in the puddle of mess beneath them. She sighed. She could feel the rice pudding all over her, overwhelming her clothes. She could feel it running down her body, down her legs, all over her chest. She reached in and picked a handful of rice pudding from inside of her shirt and tossed it to the ground.
Jewel was totally trashed now. She hoped that this would be over soon. The mess that covered her was beginning to become heavy and quite cumbersome. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes she looked down and noticed that there were two hoses coming from where the pies had come from, pointing straight in her direction. She threw up her hands instinctively and contorted her body, raising one leg high in front of herself, in an attempt to deflect what was about to be coming her way. The hoses were switched on. Immediately, a rush of pink gunge came exploding from the hoses at Jewel. She screamed and squealed. Her body wiggled about as the pink gunge was sprayed all over her. She twisted and turned as the people directing the gunge sprayed it liberally all over her entire body. It was splashing everywhere now. She wiggled around and fell on her bottom, her legs bent in front of her. Her panties now visible to the crowd, also black. The gunge continued spraying her. It was sprayed all over her sexy legs and up her skirt. She screeched as her underwear was sprayed with a deluge of sloppy pink gunge. They sprayed her down as if they were washing a car. She tried placing her hands in front of her to stop the gunge, but it continued to come at her. She fell onto the stage floor and rolled around on the ground as the gunge continued spraying her. When the hoses finally stopped spraying her, Jewel was left sat on the stage dripping in slimy pink gunge. The crowd roared with laughter throughout. She wiped some of the gunge off of herself and stood up. She bowed to the crowd as they applauded her. She gave a muted smile. She then walked off stage and back to her dressing room.
Two of the stars of the show had been messed already, but who would the third be. The options were running low. Everyone had a feeling who it might be. They were going to be in for another enjoyable messing later in the show. Seeing Jewel getting drenched as she did, definitely pleased the crowd. She was pretty big star at the time and one of the major reasons a lot of people bought tickets. The messing was just a bonus.
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