Michelle Wie gets embarrassed

 

Michelle Wie gets embarrassed

Michelle Wie is one of the greatest women’s golfers of all time. She expressed her anger at the way women were objectified in sports. She was completely correct of course. This story is not in any way condoning that sort of thinking or behaviour. It is inexcusable. I would never want anything on this site to be interpreted as sexist in any way.

Michelle was playing in a charity golf tournament. She was paired with some men. She was very annoyed with the way men had been speaking about her recently. These men were mouthy and macho as well. She fired back at them. She told them that she could beat them easily. They concurred that of course she could, she was a professional golfer and they were amateurs. She responded by saying that she could beat them both at once and could beat them using a handicap. For example, they got double the amount of strokes that she did on a hole. They agreed to a friendly competition. Instead of the normal format though, they would play hole for hole. Whoever won the most holes would win. The two parties really started to goad one another. Michelle wanted to really humiliate these jokers so she suggested that the winner should get to mess the losers. The men could not believe what she was saying. They happily agreed to the stipulation that she had suggested. They were gagging for a chance to mess the gorgeous golfer up.

Michelle got out to a big lead. After nine holes, she was up 6 to 3. On the back half, though, it became clear that she had given them too much of a handicap and they began to catch up with her. They won the majority of the back nine going 7 and 2. They ended up winning overall 10 to 8. It was clear that she would have demolished them in a head to head match up, but she had gotten a bit too emotional and angry about the situation. When the final score was over, she looked up in the air and closed her eyes. She could not believe that she had lost to these idiots. They were celebrating like infantile jerks as well. She was mortified and extremely angry. She knew that they were going to be loving this. They would gloat about it and enjoy embarrassing her as much as they possibly could. She was frustrated with herself for getting so annoyed that she got herself into this situation.

The men set up a chair in the middle of the green. They motioned for her to have a seat. She sat down, stretching her skirt, positioning her sexy athletic legs and behind. They then got the mess ready for her. She tried her best to block out their teasing and gloating as they got ready to dump mess all over her. They could not wait to embarrass her. She could only sit there and try to ignore everything going on around her.

They had no idea what they were going to be able to get to dump over her at such short notice. They had gone to the club restaurant and looked into what they could get. They were given giant pots of beef stew. It looked almost like manure. It was thick, brown and very chunky.

Michelle gripped her seat as they began to approach carrying a gigantic pot of the disgusting stew. She was only grateful for the fact that there were not many of her fellow golfers present to witness what was about to happen to her. They would have a field day. Although they would have been routing for her, they still would have found what was about to happen absolutely hilarious. She closed her eyes as they lifted the pot in the air above her head. They began to tip it over. It was very heavy and filled to the brim with sickening stew. It began to slowly slide from the pot down through the air and right on Michelle’s head. It poured over her head and then down her face. She lowered her head as the thick brown mess poured down over her.

She could feel waves of humiliation running through her body as she felt the sloppy stew descend down her shoulders and over her top and then down her body. It plopped upon her skirt and then oozed down her legs. It covered her thighs almost completely. Chunks of meat and vegetables collected between her legs. She had to open her legs as the stew ran between them in chunks. The stew rolled down her athletic calves down to her ankles. She could feel the unpleasant touch of slimy stew all over her body from head to toe. She could feel it everywhere. She threw her head back, wiping away some of the stew.

The men celebrated and left her there on the course covered in mess. She was left to trudge back to the clubhouse covered in sloppy stew.