Jessica Ennis Golden Girl
Jessica Ennis was the most celebrated woman in Britain for a short period of time after her success at the Olympics. Everyone knew and appreciated her. The whole country had been cheering her on. Now that the Olympics were finally over, and she no longer had to concentrate on training all the time, Jessica now had a greater opportunity to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Jessica did not realize that she was the subject of quite a few male fantasies as well. Her golden glistening muscular body performing athletics wearing next to nothing, was considered arousing some members of the population. When she was asked to join Mr. G. on Let Her Have It, she was surprised. When she was approached, she was a little bit unsure about whether to take up the offer or not. In the end, she knew what it would mean. She knew it would be messy and embarrassing. She also knew how many stars had been on it before. She was keen to show her less serious side as well. Showing skin and things like that did not bother her. She was proud of her body, although still on the shy side. Most of the time when she was on television she was half naked and dripping with sweat.
She was welcomed to the show by Mr. G. as so many other had been before her. She wore a short black skirt and a red top that cut across her shoulders. She wore her hair back in a ponytail. Mr. G. shook her hand. She smiled and gave him a hug. They sat down on the couches. Jess crossed her legs and gave a nervous laugh. “So welcome to our little show,” Mr. G. said,” It is an honour to have you here with us this evening,” he said. “Thanks for having me. I have been looking forward to it,” Jessica said. “Now don’t lie,” Mr. G. said with a laugh. “Well maybe not looking forward to it, but I am glad to be here all the same,” she said with a giggle. “The whole country is very proud of you Jess. Everyone was routing you on. That must feel amazing.” “Yeah it does. Of course now, I think the country is routing to see me covered in mess,” she joked. “Quite possibly,” he replied. “Don’t take it personal though. It is nothing against you. Take it as a compliment. The more attractive the person the more people want to see them getting messy.” “Thanks, I will try to remember that,” she giggled. “You are England’s golden girl. Now everyone wants to see you messed up. That’s gratitude for you,” He said. “Yeah, tell me about it. I think since I am the gold medal winner I should be the one getting to mess you up. I have always wanted to do that,” she joked. “That’s not really how it works,” he replied. They both laugh, she touched his knee with her hand. “Oh well, can’t blame me for trying,” she said. “Everyone has tuned in to see it happen to you Jess, not me,” “Ugh,” she said,” I know, I know.”
“So, Jess, we do not want to get those nice clothes you have on dirty, so can you please strip down to your underwear?,” She looked at him incredulously. Then smiled and laughed. She pulled off her top and threw it aside, after taking both arms out. She then undid the zip at the side of her skirt and pulled it down her legs. She shivered in the cool studio. She wrapped her arms around her cool body. She wore underwear in the style of the uniform that she wore during the Olympics. It covered about the same, if not a slight bit less of her body. She blushed slightly.
“Ok Jess, are you ready to make that walk of shame?,” Mr. G. asked. She took a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said. She stood up, pushing her clothes aside. She walked behind Mr. G.. He lead her to the other side of the stage. There was a wall that was decorated in the style of the England Olympic team. It was red, white and blue and had union jacks as well as the Olympic logo. On each side of the logo, the last ring was actually a real ring. Jess was asked to stand with her back against the wall. She complied. She then raised her arms when asked to. Her wrists were then secured in the rings on the far side of the wall. She looked up nervously and sputtered her lips. She looked very nervous now. “Oh god,” she said to herself.
“So, Jess, today we are going to let some disadvantaged teens do the honours on you. Just a warning you will get messy,” Mr. G. said. “Oh thanks,” She said sarcastically. With that, half a dozen disadvantaged youths walked out. They smiled and waived. They all carried buckets and containers of messy items. Jessica gave out a scream. “Oh no,” she said. They all walked over and took position several feet away from the Olympic gold medallist. They all clapped.
Mr. G. walked up to Jessica Ennis. “Miss Anus“, he said,” You were the golden girl of the Olympics. We thought that keeping with that theme, golden syrup might be appropriate for you to experience. 2Oh my god,” she said,” Golden syrup, no please,” she said, starting to squirm. A squeeze honey bottle was brought out and displayed for Jessica to see. She moaned. One of the young men, a young black guy was handed the bottle. He walked forward. He smiled and jumped up and down, realizing the he was about to pour golden syrup all over a half naked female Olympic athlete. Her hands bound in the ring. Her toned athletic body rippling. She was sweating now almost as much as she did running in the Olympics. He showed her the squeeze bottle and wiggled his eyebrows, teasing her. He was very excited by what he was about to do to her. She could only give an embarrassed smile.
He aimed the bottle at her chest. He started to squeeze. The golden syrup slowly dripped down onto her chest. He moved it across and then down the middle of her stomach. The sticky golden syrup slowly rolled down her stomach. He directed it all over her abs. Everyone watched the honey like substance Trickle down Jess’s stomach. It rippled down her rippling muscles. He then moved it downward further, pouring it down onto her underwear. He then pushed the bottle down into her panties it poured out down over her private parts. He then moved the bottle down. Jess wiggled her feet and legs as the honey was squeezed down onto her thighs. It stuck all over her legs. Golden syrup dripped down the backs of her legs and down her calves. She wiggled her muscular body. Everyone watched as the viscous substance slowly made its way down her athletic legs. Her panties were bulging and nearly falling down. The golden syrup felt atrocious on her body. It was viscous and sticky. The camera showed close-ups of her body dripping in the golden syrup. He then returned to the others. Jessica took a deep breath. She wanted to put her hands on her body and wipe some of the golden syrup off . She couldn’t do this though, because her wrists were stuck in the two rings on the wall. She could only squirm and wiggle.
Next a young chubby man forward. He carried a shepherd’s pie with him. He smiled as he walked forward. He approached the half naked sports star. He took his hands and plunged them into the shepherd’s pie. He lifted them out. They were covered in gravy mashed potato, minced lamb and vegetables. He then pushed his hands forward into Jessica’s abs. He rubbed his two massive handfuls of shepherd’s pie all over her bare stomach. He slathered her body in the shepherd’s pie. He smeared it all over her stomach and all over her legs. She was now slathered in mash. He then took two more handfuls of the shepherd’s pie. Jess begged him not to do I, but he just snickered at her. He pushed his hands straight into her face. He rubbed his hands in her face, covering her face in shepherd’s pie. He wiped his hands in her hair. Her face was splattered in the pie. A huge dollop of the mash fell from her nose. She stuck her tongue out. Her face tinged in brown and white. Bits of meat and vegetables fells from her face. He almost fed her the shepherd’s pie. He then took the baking dish that the pie was encased in and extended his hands. He turned it over and let what was left of the shepherd’s pie fall down on Jessica’s head. Bits of the pie fell all around her. Jessica squirmed and wiggled. Her body now trashed in the shepherd’s pie. Jessica wondered what was next.
Next came a young lady. Jessica rolled her eyes as she saw the young woman approaching. She wondered what would happen to her next. She carried with her a huge bowl of spaghetti carbanara. It incredibly disgusting. Long flat spaghetti covered in nasty looked white carbanara sauce. The smell of it was nauseating. The young woman was not overly in shape and was going to enjoy proving a point to everyone. She was going to take immense pleasure in dumping this mess all over the impossibly well toned Olympian. She wanted to really embarrass the sexy athlete. She looked Jessica straight in the eyes. “Please don’t do this,” Jess joked. The lady gave a an evil smirk. “Not a chance,” she said and then quickly turned the bowl over onto Jess’s head. The spaghetti fell out onto her head. The young woman shrugged her shoulders and brushed her hands together as she walked away. The saucy spaghetti hung from her hair and down her face. It looked like some kind of bizarre hairpiece. The linguini hung from her forehead and down her face. Some fell down onto her body, plopping along as it did.
By this point all of the others that had come in were now lined up with pies in their hands. Jessica Ennis was about to face the pie firing squad. “Ok,” Mr. G. said,” On the count of three, everyone is going to fire at will. Well, they will be firing at Jess. Everyone let’s count down,” he said. Everyone counted, “Three…two….one.” With that , they all leaned back and began to fling their pies with great vigour at the prone athlete. The pies were hurled at Jess at fantastic speeds. One hit her on the upper thigh, then the chest, then in her face. One after another hit her. They made popping sounds as they smashed against the athlete’s taunt physique. Everyone applauded and whistled at her misfortune. Pies stuck everywhere on her body, only to later be dislodged by the following round of pies as they hit Jess’s body. Her knees quaked. When the barrage finally came to a halt, Jess was left, hands attached to the wall, covered from head to toe in pie filling. She could feel it everywhere. All she could really do was shuffle her legs. The disadvantaged youths celebrated. The enjoyed their victory. Seeing the star of the Olympics covered from head to toe in pie filling was a very memorable moment to be sure.
Mr. G. then approached Jessica with the microphone. “How do you feel after that?,” he asked. “Very sticky and slimy,” she responded. “Yeah, you look a bit sticky, he replied. “This is so embarrassing,” she shouted. She knew that everyone was laughing at her. Mr. G. then unhooked her wrists from the wall, freeing her, finally. She took both hands and rubbed them down her legs, pushing off some of the mess that covered them thoroughly. She wiggled her arms and legs. She then wiped some of the mess from her face. She took both hands and, when Mr. G. wasn’t looked, plopped her messy hands against his shirt . She pointed and laughed. She was dying for a shower.
She caught her breath and bit her lip. She smiled and waived to the crowd, just as she had done when she had first won her gold metal. This time she was a total mess. The two situations were diametrically opposed. A lot of guys would have given anything to be the one to get the honour of showering her off afterwards.
Jessica Ennis was the most celebrated woman in Britain for a short period of time after her success at the Olympics. Everyone knew and appreciated her. The whole country had been cheering her on. Now that the Olympics were finally over, and she no longer had to concentrate on training all the time, Jessica now had a greater opportunity to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Jessica did not realize that she was the subject of quite a few male fantasies as well. Her golden glistening muscular body performing athletics wearing next to nothing, was considered arousing some members of the population. When she was asked to join Mr. G. on Let Her Have It, she was surprised. When she was approached, she was a little bit unsure about whether to take up the offer or not. In the end, she knew what it would mean. She knew it would be messy and embarrassing. She also knew how many stars had been on it before. She was keen to show her less serious side as well. Showing skin and things like that did not bother her. She was proud of her body, although still on the shy side. Most of the time when she was on television she was half naked and dripping with sweat.
She was welcomed to the show by Mr. G. as so many other had been before her. She wore a short black skirt and a red top that cut across her shoulders. She wore her hair back in a ponytail. Mr. G. shook her hand. She smiled and gave him a hug. They sat down on the couches. Jess crossed her legs and gave a nervous laugh. “So welcome to our little show,” Mr. G. said,” It is an honour to have you here with us this evening,” he said. “Thanks for having me. I have been looking forward to it,” Jessica said. “Now don’t lie,” Mr. G. said with a laugh. “Well maybe not looking forward to it, but I am glad to be here all the same,” she said with a giggle. “The whole country is very proud of you Jess. Everyone was routing you on. That must feel amazing.” “Yeah it does. Of course now, I think the country is routing to see me covered in mess,” she joked. “Quite possibly,” he replied. “Don’t take it personal though. It is nothing against you. Take it as a compliment. The more attractive the person the more people want to see them getting messy.” “Thanks, I will try to remember that,” she giggled. “You are England’s golden girl. Now everyone wants to see you messed up. That’s gratitude for you,” He said. “Yeah, tell me about it. I think since I am the gold medal winner I should be the one getting to mess you up. I have always wanted to do that,” she joked. “That’s not really how it works,” he replied. They both laugh, she touched his knee with her hand. “Oh well, can’t blame me for trying,” she said. “Everyone has tuned in to see it happen to you Jess, not me,” “Ugh,” she said,” I know, I know.”
“So, Jess, we do not want to get those nice clothes you have on dirty, so can you please strip down to your underwear?,” She looked at him incredulously. Then smiled and laughed. She pulled off her top and threw it aside, after taking both arms out. She then undid the zip at the side of her skirt and pulled it down her legs. She shivered in the cool studio. She wrapped her arms around her cool body. She wore underwear in the style of the uniform that she wore during the Olympics. It covered about the same, if not a slight bit less of her body. She blushed slightly.
“Ok Jess, are you ready to make that walk of shame?,” Mr. G. asked. She took a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said. She stood up, pushing her clothes aside. She walked behind Mr. G.. He lead her to the other side of the stage. There was a wall that was decorated in the style of the England Olympic team. It was red, white and blue and had union jacks as well as the Olympic logo. On each side of the logo, the last ring was actually a real ring. Jess was asked to stand with her back against the wall. She complied. She then raised her arms when asked to. Her wrists were then secured in the rings on the far side of the wall. She looked up nervously and sputtered her lips. She looked very nervous now. “Oh god,” she said to herself.
“So, Jess, today we are going to let some disadvantaged teens do the honours on you. Just a warning you will get messy,” Mr. G. said. “Oh thanks,” She said sarcastically. With that, half a dozen disadvantaged youths walked out. They smiled and waived. They all carried buckets and containers of messy items. Jessica gave out a scream. “Oh no,” she said. They all walked over and took position several feet away from the Olympic gold medallist. They all clapped.
Mr. G. walked up to Jessica Ennis. “Miss Anus“, he said,” You were the golden girl of the Olympics. We thought that keeping with that theme, golden syrup might be appropriate for you to experience. 2Oh my god,” she said,” Golden syrup, no please,” she said, starting to squirm. A squeeze honey bottle was brought out and displayed for Jessica to see. She moaned. One of the young men, a young black guy was handed the bottle. He walked forward. He smiled and jumped up and down, realizing the he was about to pour golden syrup all over a half naked female Olympic athlete. Her hands bound in the ring. Her toned athletic body rippling. She was sweating now almost as much as she did running in the Olympics. He showed her the squeeze bottle and wiggled his eyebrows, teasing her. He was very excited by what he was about to do to her. She could only give an embarrassed smile.
He aimed the bottle at her chest. He started to squeeze. The golden syrup slowly dripped down onto her chest. He moved it across and then down the middle of her stomach. The sticky golden syrup slowly rolled down her stomach. He directed it all over her abs. Everyone watched the honey like substance Trickle down Jess’s stomach. It rippled down her rippling muscles. He then moved it downward further, pouring it down onto her underwear. He then pushed the bottle down into her panties it poured out down over her private parts. He then moved the bottle down. Jess wiggled her feet and legs as the honey was squeezed down onto her thighs. It stuck all over her legs. Golden syrup dripped down the backs of her legs and down her calves. She wiggled her muscular body. Everyone watched as the viscous substance slowly made its way down her athletic legs. Her panties were bulging and nearly falling down. The golden syrup felt atrocious on her body. It was viscous and sticky. The camera showed close-ups of her body dripping in the golden syrup. He then returned to the others. Jessica took a deep breath. She wanted to put her hands on her body and wipe some of the golden syrup off . She couldn’t do this though, because her wrists were stuck in the two rings on the wall. She could only squirm and wiggle.
Next a young chubby man forward. He carried a shepherd’s pie with him. He smiled as he walked forward. He approached the half naked sports star. He took his hands and plunged them into the shepherd’s pie. He lifted them out. They were covered in gravy mashed potato, minced lamb and vegetables. He then pushed his hands forward into Jessica’s abs. He rubbed his two massive handfuls of shepherd’s pie all over her bare stomach. He slathered her body in the shepherd’s pie. He smeared it all over her stomach and all over her legs. She was now slathered in mash. He then took two more handfuls of the shepherd’s pie. Jess begged him not to do I, but he just snickered at her. He pushed his hands straight into her face. He rubbed his hands in her face, covering her face in shepherd’s pie. He wiped his hands in her hair. Her face was splattered in the pie. A huge dollop of the mash fell from her nose. She stuck her tongue out. Her face tinged in brown and white. Bits of meat and vegetables fells from her face. He almost fed her the shepherd’s pie. He then took the baking dish that the pie was encased in and extended his hands. He turned it over and let what was left of the shepherd’s pie fall down on Jessica’s head. Bits of the pie fell all around her. Jessica squirmed and wiggled. Her body now trashed in the shepherd’s pie. Jessica wondered what was next.
Next came a young lady. Jessica rolled her eyes as she saw the young woman approaching. She wondered what would happen to her next. She carried with her a huge bowl of spaghetti carbanara. It incredibly disgusting. Long flat spaghetti covered in nasty looked white carbanara sauce. The smell of it was nauseating. The young woman was not overly in shape and was going to enjoy proving a point to everyone. She was going to take immense pleasure in dumping this mess all over the impossibly well toned Olympian. She wanted to really embarrass the sexy athlete. She looked Jessica straight in the eyes. “Please don’t do this,” Jess joked. The lady gave a an evil smirk. “Not a chance,” she said and then quickly turned the bowl over onto Jess’s head. The spaghetti fell out onto her head. The young woman shrugged her shoulders and brushed her hands together as she walked away. The saucy spaghetti hung from her hair and down her face. It looked like some kind of bizarre hairpiece. The linguini hung from her forehead and down her face. Some fell down onto her body, plopping along as it did.
By this point all of the others that had come in were now lined up with pies in their hands. Jessica Ennis was about to face the pie firing squad. “Ok,” Mr. G. said,” On the count of three, everyone is going to fire at will. Well, they will be firing at Jess. Everyone let’s count down,” he said. Everyone counted, “Three…two….one.” With that , they all leaned back and began to fling their pies with great vigour at the prone athlete. The pies were hurled at Jess at fantastic speeds. One hit her on the upper thigh, then the chest, then in her face. One after another hit her. They made popping sounds as they smashed against the athlete’s taunt physique. Everyone applauded and whistled at her misfortune. Pies stuck everywhere on her body, only to later be dislodged by the following round of pies as they hit Jess’s body. Her knees quaked. When the barrage finally came to a halt, Jess was left, hands attached to the wall, covered from head to toe in pie filling. She could feel it everywhere. All she could really do was shuffle her legs. The disadvantaged youths celebrated. The enjoyed their victory. Seeing the star of the Olympics covered from head to toe in pie filling was a very memorable moment to be sure.
Mr. G. then approached Jessica with the microphone. “How do you feel after that?,” he asked. “Very sticky and slimy,” she responded. “Yeah, you look a bit sticky, he replied. “This is so embarrassing,” she shouted. She knew that everyone was laughing at her. Mr. G. then unhooked her wrists from the wall, freeing her, finally. She took both hands and rubbed them down her legs, pushing off some of the mess that covered them thoroughly. She wiggled her arms and legs. She then wiped some of the mess from her face. She took both hands and, when Mr. G. wasn’t looked, plopped her messy hands against his shirt . She pointed and laughed. She was dying for a shower.
She caught her breath and bit her lip. She smiled and waived to the crowd, just as she had done when she had first won her gold metal. This time she was a total mess. The two situations were diametrically opposed. A lot of guys would have given anything to be the one to get the honour of showering her off afterwards.
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