Helen Flanagan in da club
Helen Flanagan’s acting ability could be questioned. She did
not have much in the way of acting work since leaving Coronation Street. She
was in demand for public appearances. She was seen as quite ditzy by most. She
was often asked to host events in night clubs. She was still very young and
enjoyed clubbing and the party lifestyle, so it was quite a good fit for her.
She enjoyed it for the most part, though sometimes she tired of spending her
time with regular people. She still saw herself as a bit of a star. She was
being paid appearance fees and got free drinks and basically had her choice of
any guy there, if she chose to pursue that. One day, she was asked to take part
in an event at a club. It held events that were sometimes referred to as
Mayhem, naked Tuesdays, boys vs. girls etc. They would have strip and messy
games. At first, Helen did not really want to take part in something like this,
but when they offered to double her appearance fee, she agreed. The truth was,
though she was famous, she had appeared in UK soaps and had some small
appearances on reality type shows and panel shows. The pay for these was not
anything like a Hollywood star or pop musician would earn. The money was more
than she could refuse.
The game would be a quiz pitting Helen against a male. This
was a straight up quiz. It was not rigged in any way. Helen, however, was not
exactly renowned for her intellect so that did not work in her favour. That
night she did the normal things she would do at a club appearance. In the
middle of the night, the club hostess came on stage and announced that it was
time for the games that everyone was looking forward to. They announced that
this time, soap star, Helen Flanagan would be representing the girls. She asked
for a volunteer to represent the guys. She warned that this was an adult game
and the players would be risking embarrassment and exposure, but there was a
big prize in it for the winner. Several guys raised their hands. The hostess
looked around and selected someone. She chose a slightly geeky looking guy with
glasses. He was still good looking enough that all of the women cheered. By
this point everyone had had a few and were wildly cheering. “That’s not fair,”
Helen said,” He looks well brainy.” She knew that she did not stand much of a
chance. She was not the sharpest pencil in the drawer, by her own admission.
She also was not wearing very much. She wore a slutty white dress. Underneath
it, she had only a thong on. It was the sort of dress that it was impossible to
wear a bra with.
It was explained that it was a strip quiz. Questions would
be asked. When someone knew the answer, they must raise their hand. If they got
the question right, their opponent would lose an article of clothing. If they
were incorrect, they would lose an article of clothing. The winner would get to
punish the loser further. Helen was at a disadvantage because she had very
little on. The hostess said that the quiz was about to start, so everyone
should listen carefully. The whole club was watching and cheering on the member
of their gender. It was time for the questions to start. The hostess began to
read the first question. “ What is the longest river in…” Before she could
finish, Helen raised her hand. “Um, Helen.” Helen looked dumbfounded. She was
so concerned with raising her hand the fastest, she did not worry about whether
she knew the answer or not. She raised her hand too quickly. “ Um , I don’t
know do I?,” she said. “Well, we have to press you for an answer, as you raised
your hand.” “Um, the Thames, I guess.” “No, that is incorrect, you may want to
wait until the whole question is read out next time. That means you lose an
article of clothing. What will it be?” “My shoes. I will take off my shoes,”
she said. The whole club booed. This seemed to be a cop out. “Hey, shoes are
clothes,” she said. She stepped out of her heels. Normally this would not be
allowed, but seeing as she only had a dress and thong on, they would allow it.
It was time for the second question. “What is the biggest
mountain range in Europe?” Helen was quicker again this time. Unfortunately for her, her answer was the
Rockies. “Sorry, Helen, the Rockies are not in Europe.” “They’re not?,” she
said incredulously. “Oh well, at least they are a mountain range, so your
answers are getting better. Since you were wrong, it will have to be your dress
this time.” Helen rolled her eyes. Everyone cheered. She shouted for them to
shut up. Reluctantly, she shimmied her way out of her tight fitting dress. She
pulled it down her body. At this point everyone saw that she only had a thong
on underneath. There was no bra to cover her large chest. She crossed her arms,
covering her breasts for now. She looked annoyed, but not totally humiliated. “I
regret not wearing more clothes,” she interjected.
It was time for the third question. They asked what was the
capital of France. The male raised his hand first this time. “Hey that’s
unfair, I actually know that one,” Helen said. Unfortunately, her opponent knew
it as well. He was correct. Everyone celebrated, even a good percentage of the
females. Helen was told that she had lost the round and the game. She looked
over at her opponent. “I hated you,” she said, comically. She was told it was
time to remove her thong. She rolled her eyes and slowly lowered it down her
legs. She lifted one leg and stepped out of it. She now stood on stage fully
nude. Her hands clutched her breasts and vagina. The hostess then spoke up.
“Well done, Helen, what a good sport. What we always ask for is a two handed
wave and a twirl from all of our losers.” Helen looked at her silently. She
complied, however. She gave the wave and turned a round a few times. This
revealed all to the whole crowd.
“Well, we have our loser. As we mentioned earlier, the
winner is going to get to subject our loser to some further punishment. Can we
see the straps please?” It was then revealed that at the centre of the stage
were some hooks and straps on the bottom of the stage and also ones from the
ceiling. Helen was directed over to them. The hostess and the winner then
proceeded to secure the straps around each of Helen’s wrists and ankles. She
was secured into place, her body stretched. She was like a naked X now. “We
have our loser in place, it is now time for the punishment,” the hostess said.
They started off my giving the winner a single feather. He
pulled it out, showing it to Helen. Helen begged him please not to do it. He
grinned. He then began to move the feather about up and down her body. “No,
please, don’t. I am quite ticklish,” she protested. She began to laugh and
wiggle as he moved the feather up and down her legs and stomach. Her large
chest jiggled as she laughed and wiggled. There wasn’t much give in the straps,
so she could not move her body that much. This enabled him to torture her with
the feather. She laughed and wiggled while begging him to stop. The club got
quite a view of her wiggling naked body.
Next, he was given a big creamy pie. He took it in both
hands and approached her. The hostess asked if the club wanted to see her get
pied. Everyone cheered their approval. Helen’s eyes widened. “Oh my lord,
please no. You can’t do this to me,” she protested. The winner just grinned. He
approached. He put one hand on her shoulder. He reached back and then thrust the
pie forward, straight into her face. It hot with a satisfying crackling noise.
The pie splattered onto her face. He twisted the pie around in her face and
smeared some down her neck and over her hair. When he pulled away, everyone
cheered again. Helen’s face was encased in creamy pie. A blob of cream fell
from one nostril. Her forehead was decorated in pie. The pie that covered her
face suited her very well. At this point, she looked very odd, her face was
covered with pie, but most of the rest of her remained untouched.
The winner was given another two more pies. He took them in
either hand. He approached Helen, considering where he would put them. Then,
all at once, he pushed one into her backside and the other into her vagina. She
squealed as her body was sandwiched with pies. He rubbed them around on her
behind and vagina. When he was done, he then pushed the remaining pie on the
plates straight into her jiggling breasts. Her body provided a very good target
for the pies.
Next, three buckets were produced. They were filled with
green, yellow and orange substances. It was revealed that they contained mushy
peas, creamed corn and mashed suede and carrots. “Oh no. You can’t. You just
can’t,” Helen said. She looked mortified. The expression on her face was
priceless. What could be seen underneath the mask of creamy pie that covered
the majority of her face, anyway. She knew she was about to be dumped on.
He started with the suede and carrot. He went behind her. He
stood very close behind her and began to raise the bucket. Shivers went down
her spine. She looked mortified. He raised the bucket and aimed it onto her. As
he tipped it out, mounds of the orange vegetables poured over Helen. They piled
onto the top of her head and her shoulders. More rolled down her face and body.
Some piled onto her chest and behind. She squealed as she felt the slimy mess
on her skin. A huge amount piled on top of her head. She shouted that she
couldn’t believe this and that it was minging. “This is so disgusting,” she
muttered. “I currently have suede all over my arse,” she said.
Next to come was the mushy peas. It was announced that they
were coming. “Mushy peas? You must be shitting me?,” she said, as only she
could. He proceeded to tip this second bucket over her. Thick, mushy, sloppy
green mess tumbled from above all over Helen. It rolled down her face and
chest. Everyone cheered as they witnessed her getting mushy peas dumped over
her. She wiggled her face around as they continued to pour.
Next was the creamed corn. The creamed corn was thick,
yellow and very sloppy. It was mushy sloppier and less gloppy than the previous
two substances had been. It was filled with corn. It was a sloppy yellow
colour. The hostess made a crack about how the three colours would look very
good together. Helen closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she was given
what amounted to a shower of creamed corn. It poured down from above. It poured
over her head and down her body. It splashed all over the stage. It washed over
her. She could feel it all over her body. Her body wiggled as the winner dumped
creamed corn over her. When the bucket was empty, he pushed it down over her
head and left it there for a while. Helen was submerged in her own world of
private embarrassment. “It smells so bad,” she said to herself. It was very
cold as well.
The hostess shook the winner’s hand and congratulated him.
She helped him remove the bucket from Helen’s head. The club was treated to the
surreal site of Helen Flanagan tied naked on stage spread eagle, covered in
mess from head to toe. She was hoping that this would not get out, but it ended
up online. What really annoyed her was the comments from her colleagues that
were placed beneath the video. They included:
“She is a terrible actress. She deserves this.”
“This is a dream come true. Everyone on set would have loved
to have done this to her.”
“Helen was a pain in the arse to work with. She deserves
this.”
“OMG, wish I was there.”
“Looking good Helen.”
“Helen deserves everything she gets.”
“She needed to be brought down a peg or two. Couldn’t be
happier.”
These were just from her Coronation Street colleagues. They
had hoped that they could have been the ones to get to do this to her. Others
in the business felt the same. No one was unhappy to see this happen to her.
Everyone agreed she deserved a comeuppance.
