****Warning***This story contains nudity and sexual content*****
Jameela Jamil routing them on
Jameela Jamil was a total sycophant. She presented the chart
show each week and made out like everything was amazing, no matter how
pedestrian or unimaginative it might be. She was a total ass kisser. The
network that she was on also tried to push music on people and thought that it
could create hits itself. There were always rumours that some of the artists
who appeared on the show would sometimes get special “rewards” from Jameela
afterwards. It was a known fact in the business that many artists looked
forward to having hits because there was a chance that they would appear on the
show and might get treated to what Jameela had to offer.
Jameela had been talking endlessly about a new act that was
coming out with a single. She was doing all she could to make it a hit. Pretty
much solely based on the fact that she found the act attractive. She went on
about it so much that the producers of the show decided to make a bet with her.
If this act that she loved so much went to number one, she would get to go on a
trip and interview them for a special show. However, if they failed to reach
number one, Jameela would have to get gunged.
Jameela was goaded into agreeing
to the bet because she was so obsessed with the act that she was backing. She
was very into them. No one ever thought
to say that broadcaster and journalists are meant to impartial, or at least
give that impression and that the network’s job was to play the charts and the
music people wanted, not to try and dictate to people what they should be
listening to.
Usually, Jameela would have a pretty good idea who was going
to be number one early in the week or at least on Saturday. This time, however,
everyone made sure that she did not hear anything until the chart was actually
played on Sunday. The tension would grow throughout the show and the bet would
be mentioned multiple times throughout. It built further because her act was in
the top two, so she would have to wait until the final reveal at the end of the
show whether they had made it to number one or not. Jameela was getting more
and more nervous as the show went on of course. She kept joking that she wanted
hints and wanted to know early. She would not find out until everyone else did,
however. As each position was announced, Jameela breathed a sigh of relief that
her song still had not charted. When number three was revealed, she had a mini
celebration. It would all come down to the final two. Finally the time had
come.
“This is Jameela Jamil. We will now all find out together
who is our number one for the week. There is my favourite act and another left.
As you all know by now, there is a bet on this. My act must get to number one.
If they fail to, then I will be paying the consequences. I am praying that my
act has done it. I have faith in them though. Hopefully, they will be number
one and I will be saved. If not, then I am in deep trouble,” Jameela said.
Jameela then welcomed in another presenter. They held the card with the
information in it and would be reading it out.
It was now time to reveal who was number one.
“I can now reveal that Jameela’s act, the one that she
guaranteed would get to number one, has charted today very highly. It is time
to find out where. I am happy to reveal that Jameela’s act this week has
charted at….,” he paused for ages. They usually did this every week anyway, but
this week it was especially excruciating, especially for Jameela. “Number two,
I am so sorry,” said. “Let me see that,” Jameela demanded. “Oh no, number two.
They were so close too,” she said,” Well, stay tuned everyone. We will play out
last two songs and then I will be getting what is coming to me at the end of
the show. I can’t believe this. It’s so unlucky,” she said. “At least everyone
else is happy about it.”
The last two songs were played. Jameela was hoping that they never ended, but
of course they were only about three and a half minutes each. She wished that
she could somehow delay things, but there really was no way. “There was your
number one for the week. Unfortunately for me, because I had made a little side
bet, as you are all aware of. Now, it is time for me to get the punishment as a
result,” she said. She passed the microphone to her colleague. She was lead
over to the side of the studio where a chair had been set up for her. This was
being broadcast on the radio, but, unfortunately for her, the show was now
being broadcast online as well, so people were actually seeing this as well.
Jameela sat down. “I still can’t believe this. It was so close. Surely that
counts for something,” she said. “Nope, a bet is a bet,“ they replied.
In a way, she really deserved this. It really was not right
for people who worked in radio to show bias the way people where she worked
clearly did. DJ’s should not have been championing acts as they saw fit.
Jameela was about to receive her punishment. It was the producers and people
who worked on the show who were going to get to do the honours. They really
deserved this as well because they worked tirelessly behind the scenes and
never really received any recognition. They started out with a sloppy creamy
pie. Jameela sat there smiling. Before she could react, the pie was flung her
way, smashing directly into her awaiting face. The person pushed the pie into
her face, holding it there and twisting it a bit in her face. They pulled away
revealing that Jameela’s face was coated in creamy pie as was a lot of her jet
black, slightly frizzy hair. She laughed. “My hair,” she joked, preening it.
Her hands held before her covered in pie as well. Her face was splattered in
creamy pie. It decorated her cheeks, sides of her mouth and nose. It stuck all
over the front of her hair. She pushed her face into the camera.
Next, the crew pulled out a bucket filled with chicken
byriani. This type of curry was in a vegetable sauce with rice. It was all
different colours. It looked atrocious. As they prepared to dump it on her,
Jameela realised that she was going to have to try very hard to hold onto her
dress. It was very small. It had no shoulders and was short on the legs, even
having a slit in it. She had nothing on underneath it anyway. She was hoping
against hope that the dress would hold its integrity. They came to her side and began to dump the
leftover curry over her. She squealed as it poured onto her, over head and down
on her shoulders. She was hit with a landslide of chicken, rice and vegetables
all in a thick sloppy curry sauce. It must have been leftovers and must have
been sitting around for quite a while because the aroma was pungent. It poured
down the front of Jameela’s face. A large bit of chicken rolled down her nose
and into her cleavage. Her shoulders were covered. It soon covered the top of
her head. More poured down her back and then down onto her breasts, down her
body and onto her legs. “It smells like shit!,” she shouted. She was trying to
deal with the onslaught of the curry while at the same time desperately tried
to hold her dress up. It was already experiencing the stress and strain of the
mess that was all over and inside of it. The top was already sagging. She knew if
she stood up, it would most likely drop to the floor.
Next, they had a bucket filled with a vegetable side dish
that was made with lentils and chick peas. It was a light brown colour. It
looked sloppy and disgusting. Jameela was about to get a very large helping of
it. In the instant that it hit her, her dress fell down to the floor. The
incredibly thin presenter, instantly placed her hands over her breasts and
private parts. She could tell that there was no use in trying to lift the dress
up, as it had basically burst at the seams.
She desperately clutched at her body, attempting to conceal what she
could. The lentil dish, however, continued to pour. The sloppy mess poured down
Jameela’s face and body. She could feel it everywhere. She laughed and squealed
as she saw it pour down her face. Her
hair was now soaked in the sloppy sauce.
“I can’t believe this. This stuff reeks,” she said. By this point she
looked as if she had fallen into a mud puddle or a pile of manure or something.
The side dish dripped down her body and legs. She could feel it all over her
skin. The floor was a mix of residual mess with her ruined dress in the centre
for good measure.
“Now Jameela, we have a big surprise for you.” She dreaded
to think what this could be. “We have your favourite act and he is here just to
see you.” “Wait, what?,” she did not know whether to be excited, embarrassed or
afraid. In walked the wannabe gangster singer that she had been backing. He was
smiling and laughing. “Now, Jameela, we know why you really are into his music
so we are going to give you just what you really want.” Jameela looked up at
him. He smiled arrogantly. Out of instinct, she dropped to her knees. He
unzipped his zipper and pulled out his already erect penis. Jameela instantly
took it in her hands. She had been in this situation many times and knew what
to do. She was a bit of an expert in fact at this. She took his throbbing penis
in her hands. Meanwhile, he pulled out squeeze bottles of ketchup and mustard.
She pushed his penis into her mouth and began to go down on him. She could not
deny that this really was something that she had thought about. She now began
to hungrily suck this guy’s cock. As she did, he sprayed the ketchup and
mustard both over her face and on his penis. She closed her eyes as it poured
on her face and all over his penis. She could taste is condiment covered wiener
as she ran her tongue over the shaft and head. “Oh man, it is massive,” she
thought to herself. She was enjoying the taste.
She nibbled on his penis. For his part, he was a misogynistic,
womanising megalomaniac who thought he was something special. He didn’t even
fancy her. He just wanted to have her do it. She was a bit embarrassed, but
everyone knew what she was really like anyway. His penis got longer and harder
until it was about to explode. At this point, he pulled it out and aimed it at
her face. Thick sloppy white cum started to explode from his member all over
Jameela Jamil.
His thick warm cum sprayed across her face, over the corners
of her mouth, onto her lips and all over her teeth. He then made sure to spray
some into her witch like black hair. She smiled and licked her lips. Her hands
at her waist. She was covered from head to toe now in a combination of food and
cum. She sat up.
“This is Jameela Jamil. I will see all next week on the
chart show. Bye for now,” she said, as if nothing had happened at all.
