Jo Webb coach’s turn
Jo Webb had attempted to motivate her team by placing a bet on their match against Thunder. The result was the whole team ended up covered in gunge. The team had only one match left to play. If they lost this one, they would have gone an entire season without a win. The game was against Team Northumbria. There was abet on this match as well. This time it pitted Jo against Northumbria’s manager. If the team failed to win this match, it would be Jo that would be facing a public messing at the hands of the victorious manager. This match was one that Lightning had a much better shot at winning. They had lost very closely fought matches to Team Northumbria in the past. Jo, of course was hoping that her team would win and that she would be saved. Her own players, though they would play their hardest as always, they would not be too sad to see Jo get covered in mess. Some of them would have liked to do it themselves.
This time the match was much closer than the last. The team really played their hearts out. They had a lead going into the second half, but just could not hold onto it. In the end, they tasted defeat once again. That would be nothing compared to what their coach was going to be tasting in a few short minutes. As the final seconds ticked away from the clock, they kept showing shots of Jo getting more and more nervous as she realized what she was going to be in for. She was hoping that maybe people would forget about the bet. She, of course, would not be so lucky. The whole arena was buzzing. A shot was taken of Jo’s reaction when the game was over. She laughed nervously and put her hands over her face in embarrassment. The coaches on her staff told her that she was in for it. “I know, I now,” she said. Jo bit her lip and blushed. She was kept in the dark about what was going to be poured over the loser. She knew it was going to be really sloppy. This time however, she was going to have to sit al on her own and get trashed by herself. By now the team were all looking in her direction, as if to say, you are about to get it, it’s your turn now.
The announcer came over the PA system now. Jo had been hoping that maybe everyone may have forgotten, no one was leaving their seats though. “As you all may be aware,” he started out,” There was a bet on the outcome of this match. It was a coach’s bet. The losing team’s coach was to end up getting messy.” Jo could feel all eyes on her now. She squirmed in her seat. “That means you Jo.” “What me?,” Jo said, putting her hand to her chest. “Bet, I don’t remember any bet,” she joked cheekily. “Come on Jo. Your team lost fair and square and now you have to fulfil your part of the bargain.” She licked her lips nervously. “Time to make the walk of shame.”
Jo’s chair was brought out to the centre of the court where everyone could get a good view of the proceedings. Jo stood up and straightened out her clothes. She wore the same purple shirt, black trousers and jacket and necklace that she seemed to wear to all of the games. Everyone applauded and cheered for Jo as she walked across the court. Her players cheered her name. They supported her, but also wanted to see this more than anyone. Jo walked, moving her slightly chubby body across the court to the chair that sat at mid court. She giggled nervously. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing,” she said into her hands. She was led to mid court and sat her butt on the chair. She looked out at her players pointing and laughing at her. She pointed back and shook her fist feigning anger. All of the home fans were going to enjoy this as well.
“So, Jo, what do you have to say for yourself?,” Charlie Broom asked. “ Maybe I should learn to keep my big mouth shut. Seriously though, I want to thank the girls for all of their hard work and effort all season and want to thank the fans. I hope they enjoy this, at my expense,” she said. “Yes, everyone is sure to have their cameras ready. Social networking is going to be going wild for this,” he said. “I don’t suppose there is anyway out of this,” she joked. “Umm, no,” he said, “No chance.” “Damn, it was worth a try,” Jo giggled. The opposing team’s coach was then asked to step forward. “Now, I know that you have been dreaming about doing something like this to Jo for years,” Charlie said. “Oh yeah, I have always looked at Jo and wondered what it would be like to pour a bucket of slop over her head. Anyway, Jo seems to have been wearing that outfit for quite some time. It is probably getting smelly and dirty anyway, so a little more mess won’t be any big deal,” she said. “You cheeky cow,” Jo said, giggling. “She could definitely use a shower, let’s just say that.” “You cheeky mare,” Jo replied, blushing. Either way, Jo was going to be needing a shower desperately by the end of the evening. Both teams were going to be joined together in their enjoyment of what was to come.
“What do you guys think? Are we ready to see some mess?,” Charlie asked. Everyone cheered, apart from Jo of course. She shook her hands and pleaded, “Noooo!” “Jo, your team failed to win, so now you have to pay the price,” Charlie said. Jo still did not know for sure what was going to be poured onto her. They had down a great job of keeping this a secret. Jo would make the perfect target. She was short and slightly chubby. She was very understated and never wore makeup, but was incredibly sexy. She was not like a supermodel or a Hollywood bimbo, but a regular woman. She was never very popular. She spent a good deal of her time concentrating on netball. Right now she was the centre of attention. She was not used to it.
Jo had hoped that maybe she would only get one bucket of gunge , as the players had, but these hopes were dashed as the buckets and containers were brought out. There was clearly more than one that had been made for her. Everyone cheered as the buckets were brought out. Jo looked at them. She shook her head and laughed. “All for you,” some of the players said, pointing in Jo’s direction. Jo crossed her arms and put her tongue to the side of her mouth. She then laughed. “It’s all a big surprise,” the announcer said. Jo’s head was spinning. She could not really believe that this was happening. In a moment she was going to be covered in mess. What mess was still a mystery to her.
“I think it is time. Time to get messy,” the announcer said. Everyone cheered. The winning coach took the first bucket and stood behind Jo. Jo leaned back, “ Please be gentle,” she joked. The coach batted her eyes and gave and evil look. Jo took a deep breath. She puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes. Everyone in the arena counted down,” Three…two…one.” The opposing coach tipped the bucket over Jo’s head. The moment the mess hit Jo’s head the arena erupted. What emerged from the bucket appeared to be corn chowder. It was thick and yellow. The consistency was similar to rice pudding but a bit thinner. It was yellow but had bits of corn, carrots and other vegetables in it. The chowder hit Jo on top of her head and then spurted down the front of her face. It squirmed down the middle of her forehead down her nose and across her eye. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly as more poured over her face and brown hair. Some poured over her ponytail then over cheeks. It smelled disgusting. Jo gave a pained look. The yellowy sloppy mess on her smooth tanned coloured face. The way she wore her hair made her face completely open to the mess. The chowder was pouring out faster now and soon was pouring directly onto Jo’s face. Every curve and line in her face being covered in yellow foul smelling mess. She raised her shoulders slightly. Because the chowder was not opaque, as it totally covered her face, her facial expressions were still partially visible. One of the camera men filmed it in close up. Jo moved her lips around as she experienced the chowder with all of her senses. Her players were howling with laughter, almost falling over. The chowder continued to pour. It pour down her shoulders and over the sides of her jacket, staining it. Her famous jacket was now covered the mess. It poured onto her necklace and purple shirt. It poured from above all over her body. It began to pour onto her trousers, onto her lap, all over her legs. The opposing coach was taking care and pleasure in slopping her rival. She grinned from ear to ear as she directed the flow of the chowder all over Jo. When the bucket was empty, Jo shook her arms to let some of the chowder fall from her body. She looked up, her mouth open. She could only laugh. She licked her lips. She wiggled her lips and mouth. Her players pointed and laughed at her. “ Looking good coach,” they shouted to her.
Jo’s rival then grabbed the second bucket. This one was filled with tapioca pudding. It looked absolutely disgusting. It did smell much better than the chowder though. Jo gritted her teeth as the bucket was raised. It poured from the bucket onto Jo. It poured down the front of her face and down her neck and shoulders. Jo had quite a compact frame, so it was easy to make sure that the mess got as many places as possible. Jo could feel the tapioca pour onto her bare neck, over her necklace and then down her top. She could feel the tapioca making its way down inside of her clothes, onto her bra. She gasped as she felt the cold pudding on her warm flesh. It was not an unpleasant feeling. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Luckily for her no one noticed that at this point there was the slightest hint of pleasure in Jo’s moans. She gripped her knees as more tapioca was poured down across her body. More was poured onto her back. It trickled down to her backside. Pudding was poured across her trousers. It was thick on her legs and on her lap. White and yellow mess covered Jo’s black trousers. She was experiencing it everywhere. Blobs of it dripped down her nose and chin. A steady stream of tapioca dripped from Jo’s nose as if it were some sort of bizarre stalactite. Jo laughed. “Oh my word,” she said.
Unfortunately for Jo, the next bucket contained a heaping helping of split pea and ham soup. It was puke green. It was very greasy and slimy. It was announced that the bucket contained pea soup. Jo laughed along with everyone else. “Seriously, pea soup. Come on guys, give me a break,” she joked. She scrunched up her face as the bucket was raised. She thought to herself,” I am getting pea soup poured on my head in front of the whole world.” She saw the funny side of it and was really being a good sport about it. Before she knew it, the bucket was raised and pea soup began to splat onto her from above. It fell out in blobs at first. The first few fell. They landed on her legs, then her chest and then her stomach. They were blobs of thick green. More blobs fell onto her shoulders and onto her jacket. They began to get larger and more steady. A blob fell onto her face just above her eye, then onto her cheek and then her chin. More fell on hr legs and chest. Then the flow started to speed up. A huge torrent of pea soup fell onto Jo’s face and head. Her brown hair was totally covered in it. She closed her eyes and gagged a bit as it poured onto her face and down the front of her body. The soup had bits of pea, carrot, potato and ham in it. It was now all over Jo. Her clothes were slathered in thick green mess. It was doubtful whether she would really be able to get the stains out of these clothes ever again. She ran her fingers over her sloppy, pulled back hair. She shivered and wiggled her body, squirming a bit. She shook her head and sighed. Everyone thought that the pea soup covered coach looked absolutely hilarious. “Jo is green with envy about our team’s performance,” the coach said.
The next bucket contained alphabet spaghetti. The Northumbria coach called over two of her players to do the honours. They were enjoying the spoils of victory, doing this to another team’s coach. They opened their mouths wide and made silly faces. They started singing the alphabet song, teasing Jo. They raised the bucket together. Jo just shook her head. She let out a muted squeal. They players lifted the alphabet shaped spaghetti over Jo. They lifted it up and then downwards again. The mess poured down from the bucket over Jo. In an instant her head and the top of her body were covered in hundreds of small pasta letters in a tomato sauce. Every letter in the alphabet stuck to her face, piled on it. Letters stuck to her nose and cheeks. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Her players laughed at her uproariously. Some of them were doubled over in fits of laughter. Jo shook her arms. Her whole face was covered in mounds of pasta letters all stuck together. She gave a defeated smile. She bit her bottom lip and put her arms in front of her, shrugging her shoulders as if to say,” What can I say?” “It is too bad that we can’t find the letters to spell loser because it seems appropriate,” one of the Northumbria players joked.
It was apparent that Jo was the perfect messy target. She looked amazing in everything that came her way. She really took the messing well, as well. A few Jo’s players were then allowed to take their turn. Everyone in the building would have loved a shot to get to pour something on Jo, but her players were the one’s who were enjoying it the most. Three of them were allowed forward and were given a bucket of chilli co carne. It was garnished on top with sour cream, cheese and was full of beef and beans. The ladies stood behind their coach and posed with enormous smiles. Jo pointed up to them. “This means extra drills next practice,” Jo joked. “We don’t care. It is so worth it!,” they replied. “Better wrap up tight. It is about to get very chilli in here,” the announcer joked. The women raised the bucket over there mess covered coach. Together they began to pour. The thick chilli con carne poured over Jo’s face. Jo stuck her tongue out as she felt the touch of the cold meat and beans against her body. Some rolled down her neck and onto her top. Her necklace was now entwined with bits of meat and beans. Chilli poured over her chest and legs. Then, one of the players pulled open the back of Jo’s trousers, along with her huge plain styled panties. The others directed the flow of chilli down their coach’s back and down into the back of her trousers. Jo almost jumped from her seat when she felt the cold touch of the meaty mess on her tender smooth backside. Soon her underwear was full. They closed her trousers and underwear as they watched Jo squeal and squirm. They could only imagine the natural progression of the chilli inside her pants. Chilli emerged from both the top waistband and the ankles of Jo’s trousers. Jo put her hands over her face and wiped away some of the chilli. The players laughed and hi fived. “We love you Jo,” they said. “Yeah, yeah , yeah,” she said with a put on annoyed face.
The announcer then approached Jo. “So, Jo, what do you have to say. How do you feel?,” he asked. “I feel…..decidedly…messy I would say. I hope that everyone enjoyed that. I hope that the girls enjoyed it. Think of this as sort of a reward for a great season. I would have liked to have won more games, but that is how it goes sometimes. A big thank you to all of our fans as well. You have been terrific.” “It must be strange getting all of that mess poured over your head in front of everyone like this.” Jo laughed. “It is not how I would usually spend my Saturday afternoon, but it was ok.” “Ok, really? You look pretty dirty,” he responded. “ It’s not that bad. It is a bit embarrassing of course, but it was a lot of fun. It is a good laugh. If someone can laugh at themselves it is healthy. I must look pretty funny right now. I tell you what, I will do it again after we get our first win next season.” “Well a big thank you to Jo. She has been a really good sport. Let’s give her a round of applause.” Jo smiled and bowed. She waived and smiled into the camera. “I’m a mess,” she said into the camera in a funny voice.
The pictures of the messing were used in all sorts of promotional material for the team and the league. Jo’s profile grew She did have to answer questions about what happened on that day for a long time, but she took it all on chin.
Jo Webb had attempted to motivate her team by placing a bet on their match against Thunder. The result was the whole team ended up covered in gunge. The team had only one match left to play. If they lost this one, they would have gone an entire season without a win. The game was against Team Northumbria. There was abet on this match as well. This time it pitted Jo against Northumbria’s manager. If the team failed to win this match, it would be Jo that would be facing a public messing at the hands of the victorious manager. This match was one that Lightning had a much better shot at winning. They had lost very closely fought matches to Team Northumbria in the past. Jo, of course was hoping that her team would win and that she would be saved. Her own players, though they would play their hardest as always, they would not be too sad to see Jo get covered in mess. Some of them would have liked to do it themselves.
This time the match was much closer than the last. The team really played their hearts out. They had a lead going into the second half, but just could not hold onto it. In the end, they tasted defeat once again. That would be nothing compared to what their coach was going to be tasting in a few short minutes. As the final seconds ticked away from the clock, they kept showing shots of Jo getting more and more nervous as she realized what she was going to be in for. She was hoping that maybe people would forget about the bet. She, of course, would not be so lucky. The whole arena was buzzing. A shot was taken of Jo’s reaction when the game was over. She laughed nervously and put her hands over her face in embarrassment. The coaches on her staff told her that she was in for it. “I know, I now,” she said. Jo bit her lip and blushed. She was kept in the dark about what was going to be poured over the loser. She knew it was going to be really sloppy. This time however, she was going to have to sit al on her own and get trashed by herself. By now the team were all looking in her direction, as if to say, you are about to get it, it’s your turn now.
The announcer came over the PA system now. Jo had been hoping that maybe everyone may have forgotten, no one was leaving their seats though. “As you all may be aware,” he started out,” There was a bet on the outcome of this match. It was a coach’s bet. The losing team’s coach was to end up getting messy.” Jo could feel all eyes on her now. She squirmed in her seat. “That means you Jo.” “What me?,” Jo said, putting her hand to her chest. “Bet, I don’t remember any bet,” she joked cheekily. “Come on Jo. Your team lost fair and square and now you have to fulfil your part of the bargain.” She licked her lips nervously. “Time to make the walk of shame.”
Jo’s chair was brought out to the centre of the court where everyone could get a good view of the proceedings. Jo stood up and straightened out her clothes. She wore the same purple shirt, black trousers and jacket and necklace that she seemed to wear to all of the games. Everyone applauded and cheered for Jo as she walked across the court. Her players cheered her name. They supported her, but also wanted to see this more than anyone. Jo walked, moving her slightly chubby body across the court to the chair that sat at mid court. She giggled nervously. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing,” she said into her hands. She was led to mid court and sat her butt on the chair. She looked out at her players pointing and laughing at her. She pointed back and shook her fist feigning anger. All of the home fans were going to enjoy this as well.
“So, Jo, what do you have to say for yourself?,” Charlie Broom asked. “ Maybe I should learn to keep my big mouth shut. Seriously though, I want to thank the girls for all of their hard work and effort all season and want to thank the fans. I hope they enjoy this, at my expense,” she said. “Yes, everyone is sure to have their cameras ready. Social networking is going to be going wild for this,” he said. “I don’t suppose there is anyway out of this,” she joked. “Umm, no,” he said, “No chance.” “Damn, it was worth a try,” Jo giggled. The opposing team’s coach was then asked to step forward. “Now, I know that you have been dreaming about doing something like this to Jo for years,” Charlie said. “Oh yeah, I have always looked at Jo and wondered what it would be like to pour a bucket of slop over her head. Anyway, Jo seems to have been wearing that outfit for quite some time. It is probably getting smelly and dirty anyway, so a little more mess won’t be any big deal,” she said. “You cheeky cow,” Jo said, giggling. “She could definitely use a shower, let’s just say that.” “You cheeky mare,” Jo replied, blushing. Either way, Jo was going to be needing a shower desperately by the end of the evening. Both teams were going to be joined together in their enjoyment of what was to come.
“What do you guys think? Are we ready to see some mess?,” Charlie asked. Everyone cheered, apart from Jo of course. She shook her hands and pleaded, “Noooo!” “Jo, your team failed to win, so now you have to pay the price,” Charlie said. Jo still did not know for sure what was going to be poured onto her. They had down a great job of keeping this a secret. Jo would make the perfect target. She was short and slightly chubby. She was very understated and never wore makeup, but was incredibly sexy. She was not like a supermodel or a Hollywood bimbo, but a regular woman. She was never very popular. She spent a good deal of her time concentrating on netball. Right now she was the centre of attention. She was not used to it.
Jo had hoped that maybe she would only get one bucket of gunge , as the players had, but these hopes were dashed as the buckets and containers were brought out. There was clearly more than one that had been made for her. Everyone cheered as the buckets were brought out. Jo looked at them. She shook her head and laughed. “All for you,” some of the players said, pointing in Jo’s direction. Jo crossed her arms and put her tongue to the side of her mouth. She then laughed. “It’s all a big surprise,” the announcer said. Jo’s head was spinning. She could not really believe that this was happening. In a moment she was going to be covered in mess. What mess was still a mystery to her.
“I think it is time. Time to get messy,” the announcer said. Everyone cheered. The winning coach took the first bucket and stood behind Jo. Jo leaned back, “ Please be gentle,” she joked. The coach batted her eyes and gave and evil look. Jo took a deep breath. She puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes. Everyone in the arena counted down,” Three…two…one.” The opposing coach tipped the bucket over Jo’s head. The moment the mess hit Jo’s head the arena erupted. What emerged from the bucket appeared to be corn chowder. It was thick and yellow. The consistency was similar to rice pudding but a bit thinner. It was yellow but had bits of corn, carrots and other vegetables in it. The chowder hit Jo on top of her head and then spurted down the front of her face. It squirmed down the middle of her forehead down her nose and across her eye. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly as more poured over her face and brown hair. Some poured over her ponytail then over cheeks. It smelled disgusting. Jo gave a pained look. The yellowy sloppy mess on her smooth tanned coloured face. The way she wore her hair made her face completely open to the mess. The chowder was pouring out faster now and soon was pouring directly onto Jo’s face. Every curve and line in her face being covered in yellow foul smelling mess. She raised her shoulders slightly. Because the chowder was not opaque, as it totally covered her face, her facial expressions were still partially visible. One of the camera men filmed it in close up. Jo moved her lips around as she experienced the chowder with all of her senses. Her players were howling with laughter, almost falling over. The chowder continued to pour. It pour down her shoulders and over the sides of her jacket, staining it. Her famous jacket was now covered the mess. It poured onto her necklace and purple shirt. It poured from above all over her body. It began to pour onto her trousers, onto her lap, all over her legs. The opposing coach was taking care and pleasure in slopping her rival. She grinned from ear to ear as she directed the flow of the chowder all over Jo. When the bucket was empty, Jo shook her arms to let some of the chowder fall from her body. She looked up, her mouth open. She could only laugh. She licked her lips. She wiggled her lips and mouth. Her players pointed and laughed at her. “ Looking good coach,” they shouted to her.
Jo’s rival then grabbed the second bucket. This one was filled with tapioca pudding. It looked absolutely disgusting. It did smell much better than the chowder though. Jo gritted her teeth as the bucket was raised. It poured from the bucket onto Jo. It poured down the front of her face and down her neck and shoulders. Jo had quite a compact frame, so it was easy to make sure that the mess got as many places as possible. Jo could feel the tapioca pour onto her bare neck, over her necklace and then down her top. She could feel the tapioca making its way down inside of her clothes, onto her bra. She gasped as she felt the cold pudding on her warm flesh. It was not an unpleasant feeling. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Luckily for her no one noticed that at this point there was the slightest hint of pleasure in Jo’s moans. She gripped her knees as more tapioca was poured down across her body. More was poured onto her back. It trickled down to her backside. Pudding was poured across her trousers. It was thick on her legs and on her lap. White and yellow mess covered Jo’s black trousers. She was experiencing it everywhere. Blobs of it dripped down her nose and chin. A steady stream of tapioca dripped from Jo’s nose as if it were some sort of bizarre stalactite. Jo laughed. “Oh my word,” she said.
Unfortunately for Jo, the next bucket contained a heaping helping of split pea and ham soup. It was puke green. It was very greasy and slimy. It was announced that the bucket contained pea soup. Jo laughed along with everyone else. “Seriously, pea soup. Come on guys, give me a break,” she joked. She scrunched up her face as the bucket was raised. She thought to herself,” I am getting pea soup poured on my head in front of the whole world.” She saw the funny side of it and was really being a good sport about it. Before she knew it, the bucket was raised and pea soup began to splat onto her from above. It fell out in blobs at first. The first few fell. They landed on her legs, then her chest and then her stomach. They were blobs of thick green. More blobs fell onto her shoulders and onto her jacket. They began to get larger and more steady. A blob fell onto her face just above her eye, then onto her cheek and then her chin. More fell on hr legs and chest. Then the flow started to speed up. A huge torrent of pea soup fell onto Jo’s face and head. Her brown hair was totally covered in it. She closed her eyes and gagged a bit as it poured onto her face and down the front of her body. The soup had bits of pea, carrot, potato and ham in it. It was now all over Jo. Her clothes were slathered in thick green mess. It was doubtful whether she would really be able to get the stains out of these clothes ever again. She ran her fingers over her sloppy, pulled back hair. She shivered and wiggled her body, squirming a bit. She shook her head and sighed. Everyone thought that the pea soup covered coach looked absolutely hilarious. “Jo is green with envy about our team’s performance,” the coach said.
The next bucket contained alphabet spaghetti. The Northumbria coach called over two of her players to do the honours. They were enjoying the spoils of victory, doing this to another team’s coach. They opened their mouths wide and made silly faces. They started singing the alphabet song, teasing Jo. They raised the bucket together. Jo just shook her head. She let out a muted squeal. They players lifted the alphabet shaped spaghetti over Jo. They lifted it up and then downwards again. The mess poured down from the bucket over Jo. In an instant her head and the top of her body were covered in hundreds of small pasta letters in a tomato sauce. Every letter in the alphabet stuck to her face, piled on it. Letters stuck to her nose and cheeks. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Her players laughed at her uproariously. Some of them were doubled over in fits of laughter. Jo shook her arms. Her whole face was covered in mounds of pasta letters all stuck together. She gave a defeated smile. She bit her bottom lip and put her arms in front of her, shrugging her shoulders as if to say,” What can I say?” “It is too bad that we can’t find the letters to spell loser because it seems appropriate,” one of the Northumbria players joked.
It was apparent that Jo was the perfect messy target. She looked amazing in everything that came her way. She really took the messing well, as well. A few Jo’s players were then allowed to take their turn. Everyone in the building would have loved a shot to get to pour something on Jo, but her players were the one’s who were enjoying it the most. Three of them were allowed forward and were given a bucket of chilli co carne. It was garnished on top with sour cream, cheese and was full of beef and beans. The ladies stood behind their coach and posed with enormous smiles. Jo pointed up to them. “This means extra drills next practice,” Jo joked. “We don’t care. It is so worth it!,” they replied. “Better wrap up tight. It is about to get very chilli in here,” the announcer joked. The women raised the bucket over there mess covered coach. Together they began to pour. The thick chilli con carne poured over Jo’s face. Jo stuck her tongue out as she felt the touch of the cold meat and beans against her body. Some rolled down her neck and onto her top. Her necklace was now entwined with bits of meat and beans. Chilli poured over her chest and legs. Then, one of the players pulled open the back of Jo’s trousers, along with her huge plain styled panties. The others directed the flow of chilli down their coach’s back and down into the back of her trousers. Jo almost jumped from her seat when she felt the cold touch of the meaty mess on her tender smooth backside. Soon her underwear was full. They closed her trousers and underwear as they watched Jo squeal and squirm. They could only imagine the natural progression of the chilli inside her pants. Chilli emerged from both the top waistband and the ankles of Jo’s trousers. Jo put her hands over her face and wiped away some of the chilli. The players laughed and hi fived. “We love you Jo,” they said. “Yeah, yeah , yeah,” she said with a put on annoyed face.
The announcer then approached Jo. “So, Jo, what do you have to say. How do you feel?,” he asked. “I feel…..decidedly…messy I would say. I hope that everyone enjoyed that. I hope that the girls enjoyed it. Think of this as sort of a reward for a great season. I would have liked to have won more games, but that is how it goes sometimes. A big thank you to all of our fans as well. You have been terrific.” “It must be strange getting all of that mess poured over your head in front of everyone like this.” Jo laughed. “It is not how I would usually spend my Saturday afternoon, but it was ok.” “Ok, really? You look pretty dirty,” he responded. “ It’s not that bad. It is a bit embarrassing of course, but it was a lot of fun. It is a good laugh. If someone can laugh at themselves it is healthy. I must look pretty funny right now. I tell you what, I will do it again after we get our first win next season.” “Well a big thank you to Jo. She has been a really good sport. Let’s give her a round of applause.” Jo smiled and bowed. She waived and smiled into the camera. “I’m a mess,” she said into the camera in a funny voice.
The pictures of the messing were used in all sorts of promotional material for the team and the league. Jo’s profile grew She did have to answer questions about what happened on that day for a long time, but she took it all on chin.
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