Tammy Lynn Sytch

Hello, everyone. This post is one from the past. It involves Sunny (Tammy Lynn Sytch) who used to be in various wrestling promotions such as SMW, WWF and ECW. These clips show the times on Raw when she was slopped by the Goodwins and caked by Shawn Micheals. It was amazing when it happened. Some of you might remember. I sure do. She is a legend anyway.

Sunny Slopped

Sunny caked

Melanie Sykes gets her wish

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Melanie Sykes gets her wish

Melanie Sykes once made the comment to Noel Edmonds that she had always wanted to be gunged. It was a bit of a strange thing to say at the time in that, she believed that she truly meant it, but she did not think that it would or could actually happen, so she never really believed that she would have to back up the words that she had said. Unfortunately for Mel, her co host on Radio 2, Alan Carr had gotten wind of the statement that Mel had made. Of course, Allan could not resist the opportunity to gunge Mel. The way he sawit, he would be doing her a favour. She had asked for this. Plus, he wanted to get her messy anyway. Mel was actually a huge wam fan. She loved watching messy shows and seeing other people gunged. She, honestly, did want it to happen to her. It looked like loads of fun. To be honest, she had almost forgotten that she had ever made the statement at all.

Allan had a great time setting the whole thing up. He worked with Mel for long hours. She could get a bit annoying at times and he really wanted to do this to her. He began to drop little hints into the show that a gunging was coming. Mel began to get suspicious, but she never fully clocked what was about to happen to her. He planned for the whole thing to happen on Mel’s birthday. It would be a kind of pseudo birthday present from him. Everyone knew it when Mel’s birthday was coming up, so everyone who worked on the show helped to set the whole thing up.



The big day finally arrived. Mel knew that everyone knew it was her birthday. She wondered when they would say something or do something. Allan and the crew intentionally did not mention Mel’s birthday first thing. They wanted to make her sweat it out a little bit. They waited until the time was right and then Allan started in. “Well, every body, today is a very special day isn’t it, Mel. Today is someone’s birthday. Someone very special,” he said. “Ok, it’s mine today,” she said. “A very happy birthday indeed, Mel.” The crew gave a cheer. “You didn’t think that we would forget did you? Well, I have to let you in on a little secret. I have a very special surprise gift for you, but we will reveal it later in the show. I think that you are going to just love it.” Mel smiled and thanked him. The show went on until it was finally time for the present. A birthday cake was brought out and everyone sang happy birthday to Mel.



The present was wheeled in. It looked gigantic and was wrapped in pink and yellow wrapping paper with a gigantic bow on it. It also had a gigantic card that read: From: Allan To: Mel. “Wow,” Mel said,” It is massive. Thanks Allan. I wonder what it could be.” “Well you better go over and get it open, have a look see,” he said. Mel walked over to the giant gift. The crew counted down from three. “3...2...1” Melanie ripped the wrapping paper open and pulled it down. What lie under the wrapping paper was a gigantic gunge tank. Mel looked at it puzzled for a moment, then she realized what it was and what was happening. She patted the hair on the side of her head and said,” A gunge tank, you shouldn’t have,” in a pretend posh voice. She then started laughing. “Actually, not people know this, but I have always wanted to be gunged. Call me weird, but I have always thought that it would be really fun and I never had a chance before. Now it’s finally going to happen. Allan, you have made a dream come true for me. This is the best birthday ever!,” she shouted. “It is the gift that keeps on giving. I must be honest, Mel, it wasn’t totally unselfish. Frankly, I wanted to see you get gunged to,” he exclaimed. “Well who wouldn’t!,” she joked,” I bet there are hundreds of people out there listening right now who have thought, at one time or another, I wonder what she would look like covered in gunge. People, you don’t want to admit it, but it is true. You watch people on tv and you are dying to see them getting gunged. I am just brave enough to admit it.”

Mel wore a yellow and black floral dress. It was very hot outside and in the studio. Her dress was very short. She was hoping that the gunge that was waiting for her would cool her down a bit. “Ok, then,” she said,” I am ready when you are.” Allan opened the door and motioned for Mel to take her seat inside the gunge tank. She walked in. She had a look and then lowered herself into the seat. She crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. Allan shut the plastic door behind her. “Now this is extra special, birthday gunge, I am told,” Allan said. “Lovely,” Mel said,” Bring it on.” Mel readied herself. It was finally the moment that she had been dreaming about for years. She did not tell anyone, but it was a recurrent subject of her intimate fantasy life as well. The thought of that messy gunge pouring all over her body was something that she had often thought about when she was by herself.

Allan lead the crew in counting down. Mel actually counted with them. Allan went over to the lever. He told everyone that he was dying to be the one to do this. He said that he had waited for this moment for a long time. Mel and everyone else counted down. She put three fingers up and counted three, then two and then one. Allan gave a funny look and a waive and then pulled down on the lever. Mel did not brace herself at all. She laughed and squealed as the gunge started to pour down onto her face. The first bit of gunge was bright blue, almost sparkly. It dumped straight down onto Mel’s face. In came in drips down the front of her face at first, then down the side. Then down her shoulders. It poured in criss crossing line, until a major outpouring poured down. Mel decided to look up as it poured onto her face. She rubbed her hands over her face, as if she was in the shower. The gunge changed to orange. As more poured down on her shoulders and arms. Mel was clearly loving it. She massaged her bare arms in the orange gunge. Gunge now poured onto her dress and onto her legs. The gunge now changed to bright pink. She now placed both arms in front of her and shook her head as if she was trying to hug the gunge. Mel might have been the first person in history who actually tried to move her head so that she would get gunged more rather than less. She was loving the cool, soft, engulfing feeling of the gunge as it covered her. Her dress was slathered and collapsing under the weight of the gunge.



The gunge kept changing colours and at one point was a rainbow. White, green, orange and yellow gunge simultaneously poured onto Mel. All distinct, yet all mixing together as the gunge covered her. Then glitter, foam and confetti poured onto Mel. As she looked up it fell right smack bang into her face. She threw her head forward with s gasp. The substances stuck to the gunge that already covered Mel from head to toe. She could feel the gunge rising in the tank as well. She could feel her expensive high heeled shoes get covered. She was now ankle deep in it. The tall, thin, gazelle like Mel was streaked from head to toe in rainbows of gunge. Her thin body was covered in various colours of the thick mess as it trickled down her skin. The feeling of what was happening to her did not disappoint her at all. Mel enjoyed herself wallowing in the birthday gunge.

Next was more gunge. Pink and blue fell onto Mel on various sides of the tank. It fell on her dousing her body in the two colours. Mel raised her arms in the air and let herself be immersed in the mess. Of course Allan was loving every second of this. He was almost doubled over in laughter pointing at her. She did not really care. She was all smiles, she was finding the whole thing quite enjoyable. She then bent down and took handfuls of the gunge. She plopped the gunge on her arms and legs, spreading the gunge over her own body, making herself even more messy. She then took another handful and plopped it down onto her cleavage. She felt that the slimy mess was incredibly sensual. “Enjoying yourself there, Mel,” Allan remarked. “Oh one last thing,” he said.

“I just thought maybe you would like to have your cake and eat it too,” he joked. He grabbed her birthday cake, which was a gigantic sheet cake and brought it over to the tank. He flung the door open. Mel pointed at him and smiled. Allan lifted the cake so it was almost on its side and then pushed it straight over onto Mel. The cake hit her from her head to her knees. He pushed it down onto her. The whole cake fell apart when it hit Mel’s body. The icing and the cake were everywhere. A candle stuck to Mel’s head. Her face was plastered with icing. She took handfuls of the cake and tossed them everywhere. Allan screamed and got out of her way. She laughed and laughed. She put her cake covered hands in front of her opened her mouth with the biggest smile ever. Mel sat there covered in cake and gunge. She then motioned for the microphone.



“Thank you so much for my birthday present. I loved it. That was one of the best experiences of my life. Everybody should try that at least once. It is a feeling like no other. I want to go back and do it again now. What can I say, I love gunge,” Mel shouted.

Mel made sure that lots of photos were taken and posted them all over the internet. She really had loved it on so many levels. She loved it and she really didn’t care who knew it.

Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Atomic Kitten had a string of hit songs several years back. The members of Atomic Kitten were Natasha Hamilton, Jenny Frost and Liz McClarnon. They were regulars in there time on Saturday morning kids tv shows like smtv live and ministry of mayhem. For the most part, they always seemed to end up clean without getting messy at all. On this occasion, they were set to appear on another similar weekend morning tv show. Before the show, Jenny and Natasha approached the producers of the show. They really wanted to set Liz up. They wanted to get her back because of some of her personal habits. As a group, they spent weeks on the road together, and that could be too close for comfort in some cases. They still liked Liz, but they really wanted to get some small measure of revenge against her. The producers were all too willing to make their proposal come true. Liz was going to get it and get it good. Natasha and Jenny could not be more excited. Liz was going to get it. Liz had no idea that it was going to happen either. She was going to be taken completely by surprise and her band mates were going to get to completely embarrass her on national television.

The group appeared on the show and everything seemed to be going as originally scripted. The show was known for its chaotic nature anyway, like a lot of Saturday morning kids tv shows. Finally the big moment arrived. The presenter grabbed the microphone. “Hey everybody, it is time for a gigantic surprise. All the kittens gather round.” they all came together around him. “Today, we have a little set up. One member of Atomic Kitten here has been nominated by the other members of the group for a bit of a good gunging.” Liz looked a bit puzzled. “It couldn’t be me,” she thought to herself. “It seems that they would like to get some revenge on this group member. That group member is Liz.” Liz pointed to herself and mouthed the word, me. “Jenny, Natasha, why is it that you have nominated Liz to get messy.” “Well,” Natasha said,” To put it kindly, flatulence.” “Yes, a bad case of BO I would say,” Jenny chimed in. Liz turned red with embarrassment. Her mouth falling open in disbelief. “As a group, we are together 250 days a year and someone’s, shall we say, personal hygiene can get very annoying after awhile,” Natasha said. “It just plain stinks,” Jenny said,” Sorry, Liz.” “So we want to gunge her good and proper.” “This is so embarrassing,” Liz said,” I don’t know which is more embarrassing, what they have said about me or the fact that they are probably going to get to gunge me on national tv.” Just then a fake farting noise came from behind Liz. “See,” Jenny said,” She can’t even hold it in for five minutes.” Liz laughed. “Can I say, they are lying as an excuse to get to gunge me. I do not have BO and I do not have uncontrollable flatulence. They are just trying to embarrass me.” “Don’t listen to her,” Jenny said,” Don’t be alone in a room with her or you will see exactly what we mean.” “You guys are terrible,” Liz said,” It is all lies she protested. Jenny held her nose and waived her hand in front of it. “She is overpowering,” Natasha teased,” It is filling the studio. They laughed at Liz. Liz pointed at them and said,” It was not me,”

“No matter,” the presenter said,” The gunging is still going ahead either way. “Please, no,” Liz put her hands in front of her in praying position and begged. The other two waived bye bye to her as she was lead to her chair. She took her seat. She wore a short black skirt and black boots. She had on a pink tank top and a white bra. The straps almost visible. Her legs looked incredible. They were all fake tanned, when she sat down even more legs was revealed. She looked incredibly sexy. Jenny took a sign that had a string around it and placed it around Liz’s neck. The sign read, “I have BO,” Liz held it in front of her and reluctantly posed with it. Her two band mates disappeared and then returned together , wheeling out a huge trolley full of things to pour on Liz.

“So Liz,” said the presenter,” How are you feeling?” “This is already the most embarrassing night of my life. I mean my body odour and flatulence are a topic of general conversation on national television and now my band mates are going to pour mountains of mess over me. Talk about embarrassing.” “You have to admit, you do stink,” the presenter said. “I do not!,” she shouted,” Everyone at home, don’t believe them. They are lying.” “Everyone at home, you should thank the lord that this is not smellovision. I can smell her from here.”

“Natasha and Jenny are you two ready to go,” the presenter asked. “We most definitely are,” Natasha said,” This is going to be very, very good. Sorry. Liz, but you are going to get it good,” Natasha said. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Jenny said,” I want to do this so badly, you have no idea.” “Thanks a lot,” Liz said. She made a funny face, stuck her tongue out to the corner of her mouth and stuck two fingers up at her bandmates. ” We are supposed to be band mates and this whole time you have just wanted to pour slime and muck over my head. They have wanted to see me wallowing in the muck. I can’t believe it,” she said. “They are not kidding, they are going to love this. The rest of the tour, I will never hear the end of it.” The presented then strapped Liz’s ankles and wrists in place. She pretended to try and run away. She wiggled in the chair. He secured her ankles and wrists. She was completely helpless now, completely and Jenny and Natasha’s mercy. Liz McClarnon was about to get it and get it good. She pretended to struggle with the arm restraints. Liz pointed and them and gave a funny, incredulous face,” Are you girls, really sure you want to do this,” she said in a funny accent. “Very sure,” the two said in unison. “Ok, everyone,” the presenter said,” It is time to get Liz McClarnon sloppy.” Liz fidgeted in her seat.

Jenny and Natasha started off with large tins of baked beans. Each took one. Natasha took one giant can and held it over Liz’s head. Jenny took the other and held it over Liz’s incredible legs. They posed for the cameras, each giving a thumbs up. Liz then scrunched her face up and closed her eyes as she awaited the double barrel onslaught of baked beans. Natasha slowly started pouring her baked beans over Liz’s face. The beans made their way down her streaked hair and down her tanned face. She closed her eyes as the beans in their repellent juice poured in two streams down her eyebrows, nose and mouth. The site of the beans on Liz’s incredibly sexy face. She gave a pained look as she felt the nauseating touch of the beans on her face and skin. More poured down her neck, over the birth mark that she has on her neck. It fell onto her arms and cleavage, down her top and into her armpits. Meanwhile, Jenny directed her beans directly onto Liz’s bare, tanned sexy legs. She started pouring baked beans onto Liz’s thighs. She moved the can forward and spread the beans in a sheet over legs and down her knees, then down onto her calves and then her boots. The beans were now all over Liz’s thighs. She could feel them between her legs. She could barely move them, because she was strapped in. Jenny delighted in pouring the baked beans on top of Liz’s naked legs. Liz’s calves dripped with beans. Her boots had beans over and in them as well. Jenny then poured more of the beans onto Liz’s skirt. Liz was already covered from head to toe and she knew that there was much more to come for her. She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips. She tried to move her head to remove some of the excess beans, but could not do much because of the restraints. Beans continued to roll down her face. Beans dripped from her nose, mouth, chin and fringe.

Jenny next grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup. Natasha grabbed a bottle of thousand island salad dressing. They approached Liz together. Jenny took the chocolate syrup and started pouring it up and down Liz’s tank tip. She moved it back and forth with broad stokes in M like formations. Liz’s top dripped with brown chocolate. She put more onto Liz’s breasts. She placed the bottle upside down in between Liz’s breasts and squeezed, pouring loads down her top. She then took the bottle and directed the chocolate syrup up and down Liz’s arms, turning them gooey and brown. She then took the bottle and placed the nozzle into Liz’s arm pit. She then sprayed as Liz screamed. She then did the same to her other arm pit. Finally, she lifted Liz’s skirt. She placed the bottle up her skirt, in a very awkward position and sprayed her with it. Lix’s skirt and underwear dripped in chocolate brown.

Natasha then took the bottle of thousand island salad dressing. It was orange and thick with little greenish bits in it. Natasha wiggled the bottle in her hand for the audience. She then turned it over and started dumping the salad dressing directly onto Liz’s awaiting face. Liz bit her top lip with her bottom teeth as the orange salad dressing began to pour onto her face. The dressing was soft, silky and smooth. It glopped down onto her face. It covered her fringe and the top have of her head. In a second her whole face was covered. When the flow stopped only her eyes and mouth were not orange with the dressing. The rest of the salad dressing, Natasha poured onto Liz’s legs. She gleefully emptied the rest onto liz’s knees and then all over her thighs. Liz moaned as she felt the dressing on her bare skin. She was now a mess with orange and brown against her sexy smooth, sweat drenched tanned skin.

Natasha and Jenny then took a bucket of gunge each one yellow and one purple. It was very thick gunge. It was not like slime or see through in any sort of way. It was the consistency of custard. Natasha took the bucket of purple gunge and began to pour it over her defenceless band mate. She raised the bucket and playfully tipped it over, moving it back and forth, spreading the purple muck generously all over Liz’s prone body. Liz remembered thinking that the gunge felt like some sort of bodily fluid dripping all over her body. The purple gunge piled over the mess that already covered Liz. Jenny then took her bucket of yellow gunge and tipped it over Liz’s head. Streaks of it ran down her hair and down her face. She closed one eye as half of her face was completely covered in the yellow gunge. The gunge poured down her nose and face. Her neck and back were covered next. It was poured down her arms and down her back. She could feel the gunge falling down her back and the back of her shirt. The gunge pooled at the small of Liz’s back and then down the back of her skirt and all over her ass. She could feel gunge in her clothes, in her boots, up her skirt. She could feel gunge collecting between her thighs and under her backside. She was now completely soaked in mess from head to toe.

Natasha then spoke up,” As you all may know, Liz is quite the cook. She even had her own special dish that they sold at a famous Pizza Chain. It is this lovely tuscani pasta. We just thought that we would serve some of it up to Liz.” “Oh no, please don’t,” Liz said. Natasha displayed the bowl filled with the dish that Liz had designed herself. Jenny and Natasha took a big bowl of it together and mocked Liz with it. They told her how yummy it was, and so nutritious. They held the bowl in front of her face as she begged them off. They then took the bowl, together and thrust it into Liz’s face. They rubbed her face into her own pasta dish. They twisted her nose in it with a fury. They then threw the bowl down, leaving Liz covered with the pasta for the dish.

Next, Jenny and Natasha each grabbed two garbage bags each. Each bag contained piles of discarded food waste and other assorted garbage. It was mouldy and stunk to high heaven. “It smells as bad ass you,” Jenny joked. They ran over to Liz ripped the trash bags open, emptying the contents over Liz. The garbage fell out, landing all over Liz. Banana peels, bits of discarded food, rotten vegetables, bits of every day household rubbish plastered in real filth fell onto her. It stuck all over her. Her band mates feverishly tore the bags open and emptied them onto her. Garbage water fell onto her. She was sure that the garbage had worms and even maggots crawling through it. Flies had been circling the bags as well. Bits of garbage stuck to her face. If she didn’t stink before, she certainly did now. She was covered in the stinky garbage.

As the final crowning glory for Liz, her band mates now grabbed and enormous bucket of manure. They held it up together and shouted, ”Manure” to the crowd. Liz just cringed. Jenny and Natasha stood behind Liz. “Liz McClarnon, meet manure,” they shouted. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the thick, chunky manure began to flow from the bucket. It oozed in a large chunk downwards through the air and landed on her head. She knew how much her fellow members of Atomic Kitten were loving pouring manure over her. The manure covered Liz’s face and covered her neck and shoulders. Gravity took manure down her breasts and top. It fell down her body, onto her skirt and down onto her legs. The thick brown muck covered her in foul smelling brown mess. Finally they poured the last of it down the back of her neck. They each took one last handful and rubbed it into Liz’s face. Her band mates celebrated and the entire audience cheered and laughed at Liz as she sat, strapped to her chair plastered in muck.

“That was the best night ever,” Jenny said,” She really deserved it. It was so much fun, at Liz’s expense of course.” “How sad,” Natasha said and then started laughing. The presenter unstrapped Liz’s wrists and ankles. She took both hands and cleared loads of manure and garbage from her face. She then tried to dig some mess from her skirt and tank top. She tried to throw a handful of muck and Natasha and Jenny, but they were too quick. They ran off screaming. “So, Liz, how’s it going?,” the presenter said. She gave a pissed off look and shook her head. “How’s it going? Look at me! I am covered in manure, garbage and god knows what else. I don’t know where to begin. Those two cows. They forget they have to travel with me 250 days a year. Wait till we get back on that bus.” The presenter said goodbye to end the show. Liz gave a fake smile and waived as the show ended.

Amy Barnes (Ashley Davies)

Disclaimer: The following story is a bit different from the usual ones. It might not be to everyone's taste, but I enjoyed it so maybe others will as well. Of course it is pure fiction and pure fantasy. I hope people enjoy it.

Amy Barnes (Ashley Davies)

I had lived in town for a little while. I became familiar with Amy Barnes over time. Although she wasn’t obviously over the top gorgeous. She wasn’t a glamour model or Hollywood star type like a lot of the women in Hollyoaks, there was something about her that I found irresistibly attractive. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind and funny. I found her very attractive. We had flirted several times, but nothing had ever really come of it. I did not want to push things too hard, in case she rejected me. Although she was nice to me and a bit flirty, she was a bit like that with everyone. I wasn’t really sure if the attraction was mutual or not.

One day it came to pass that there was going to be a concert and charity event for the youth charity in Hollyoaks. I as I work for a charity, I was asked to come up with something as a part of the event. Because I do have this fetish for wet and messy, it did not take long for an idea to pop into my head. The idea of course was a gunging before the concert. Much to my surprise, the managers in the company loved the idea and gave me the go ahead. All I needed to do was find a volunteer. Of course the first person’s name who popped into my head was Amy Barnes. Amy, of course would have been my number one choice of anyone in town to gunge. At worst, it would give me the opportunity to talk to her. It would be a sort of ice breaker. After all, the worst she could do was say no. then I would just have to look for someone else to gunge. There were dozens of attractive young women in Hollyoaks. One of them would be willing to get gunged for a good cause if Amy wasn’t. The situation was win win. That being said, I was still very nervous about speaking to Amy about it. It was still a little bit embarrassing. Although she might not see anything sexy in a gunging, in my mind anything that involved messy food being poured on someone, coupled with Amy Barnes was inherently sexy. Plus it was a big ask, she might be totally repulsed. She might get offended and think how could I ask her to do something so disgusting. As I said though, Amy seemed to have a pretty good sense of humour so she probably would not react badly even if she did not want to do it. I am a bit shy anyway, so talking to a woman that you fancy, that you don’t know to well, is always nerve wracking anyway.

Luckily, I happen to run into Amy at the local shop. I plucked up my courage and walked over to her. “Hi, Amy,” I said. “Oh hi, how are you?,” she said with a smile. “I am great actually, how are you?,” I replied. “Not too bad,” she said in funny voice with a smile,” Just doing some shopping for the tea tonight,” she said, “How’s work?,” she asked in her sexy accent. She knew that I worked with the children’s charity and being a young mother herself she was very interested in it. “Work is great, actually,” I replied,” We are just planning a pretty big fund raising event that is coming soon. It is going to be huge,” I said. “Wow, that sounds great,” she said,” I tell you what, if there is anything that I can do to help, I would love to take part. I don’t have much money, but I could volunteer. If I am needed just let me know.” “Actually, Amy, it’s funny that you say that, because I was actually going to ask you if you would be willing to take part in a special part of the event,” I said. “Well, thanks for thinking of me. Whatever it is. I will do it. It’s all for a good cause right. Anything to help the kids.” “Amy you are a star. The only thing is, I had better explain what this particular role is, because you might feel differently after I tell you what you would be doing.” “Surely, it can’t be that bad. I am sure it will be fine, but go ahead explain,” she smiled. “Well Amy, it is a charity gunging.” Amy licked her lips and rolled her eyes back. “Basically you would be the person that would be getting the gunging. I understand if you do not want to take part now that you know what it is all about.” “So basically, I would be having buckets of messy slop poured on me in front of everyone.” I thought she was going to slap me or walk off in a strop. She thought for a moment and scratched her head. She then laughed and smiled. “Ah, go on then,” she said,” I think that I am up for it. There is one catch though,” she smiled and her eyes twinkled. She then came closer to me. The look on her face became intense,” One condition. I’ll let you pour all that disgusting mess all over me, but afterwards, I get to have my revenge.” “Revenge?,” I said with a lump in my throat. She grabbed me by the tie with one hand and placed the other hand on my leg. “That’s right, afterwards, you have to come back to my flat and I get to have my way with you. I can do anything that I want. You will be all mine. I have some handcuffs back there as well. You can pour that filthy, dirty gungey mess on me anyway you like. I’m all yours, but then later on, in the bedroom the roles will be reversed. What do you say?” She winked her eyes and licked her lips lustfully. We were both perspiring and the sexual tension in the air was palpable. “That sound perfect to me,” I replied. At this point we both knew for certain how we both felt about each other. It was all we could do to hold it back, but we knew that waiting would make it even better. We also both were aware that we felt the same way about the gunging. She knew why I had asked her and I knew why she accepted. “I have been waiting for this for a long time. I’ll be at the concert at seven thirty for my gunging. Make you to make it as filthy and dirty and disgusting as possible. I want to have that filthy gungey mess all over me. I want you to be the one pouring it. I love the idea of you pouring it all over my body.” she stuck her tongue out suggestively. “ It’s going to be so naughty You know, if you wanted to get me all messy, you only had to ask,” she said as she exited the shop. She gave a smile and a little wave as she left. Clearly that could not have gone any better. I never envisioned that things would have gone that well.



I spent the next few days gathering up the perfect items that I was going to pour over Amy. I knew that I was a lucky man. I really could not believe my luck. It was going to be a great day for the organisation. The day was a complete success. Of course, it was a personal dream come true for me for more reasons than anyone would really realize. The gunging was advertised as a part of the event.

Amy was true to her word and was there dead on seven thirty. She wore a pink blouse and a khaki coloured mid length pair of Capri shorts. She was dressed quite smart. She entered with an enormous smile on her face. “How do I look?,” she asked. “You look fantastic,” I told her. “Thanks,” she replied,” You don’t look so bad yourself. I have been looking forward to tonight all week.” she said. “You are not the only one,” I said. “What we are going to do to each other tonight,” she said,” It is going to be very fun.” one of the other organisers came into the room at that point. Amy clammed up, but smiled and winked. “Ok, Amy,” I said,” What will happen is I will go out on the stage and give and introduction for you. You will hear some applause and then you can come out. We’ll talk for a minute and then you will sit in the hot seat and then we will do our thing,” I told her. “Sounds, good,” she replied. I passed by her and she tenderly touched my arm with her hand. “See you on stage,“ she whispered. We made eyes at each other and then I went out on the stage.

I took the microphone. “Hello, everybody.” The crowd cheered. “We thank you for being here today and raising all of this money for the charity. We all really appreciate it. So, now we come to a very special part of the evening. It is just about time for the gunging to happen.” People in the crowd whistled and cheered. “ Today, we have a very special someone who has so kindly volunteered to take the gunging for the charity. She is a very brave person. I think we should all give her a hand and show our appreciation, Amy Barnes, ladies and gentlemen.” They cheered as Amy walked onto the stage, Smiling and waiving. She then gave a pretend anxious look, pretending to bite her nails. She entered and stood beside me. “So, Amy, you are a very brave person and a very generous one to volunteer for this.” “Well, what’s a little mess between friends. Anything for the charity. I am just so glad I can help. Thanks for having me. It is sort of an honour, in a weird way,” she said in an exaggerated voice. “I hope everyone enjoys it. I’m sure my kids would love to see this. Who doesn’t love a good gunging eh? I hope this is making someone‘s fantasies come true.” She gave me a seductive look. “Well Amy, you are a very good sport I must say. Time to sit down on the hot seat.” The chair was brought out and placed at the centre of the stage. Amy lowered herself into it taking her seat. She crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. “So, Amy,” I said, “Any final words?” “Yeah, there will be payback. I will get my own back a little later, I promise you that. I will have the last laugh.” She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. Only the two of us knowing the secret double meaning to what she was saying. “Perhaps,” I said, “ But for now, it is gunging time.” ”Oh well,” Amy said, placing her hands on her knee.

The crowd began chanting,” Gunge, Gunge,Gunge”. Try as she may, Amy could not stop herself from blushing with embarrassment. The first item that I grabbed for Amy was an enormous catering sized bottle of golden yellow brand mustard. Amy leaned over and had a look. “Mustard? Ok, that’s fine. I am just taking a mental note here of everything ,” she laughed, motioning with her hands. She gritted her teeth as I stood behind her. The mustard bottle was a squeeze bottle so it gave me total control over the mustard as I let Amy have it. The first thing that I did was place the tip of the mustard bottle against the tip of Amy’s nose. I squeezed out a blob of mustard on the tip of her nose. She tried to stick her tongue out as far as she could to try to reach the tip of her nose, but she could not manage it. I then squeezed mustard up her nose. I then started squeezing the mustard onto Amy’s dirty blonde hair. I moved it back and forth, dropping lines of thick mustard on to her bangs and hair. Then down her face. Bits of the mustard collapses and fell down her face. I then pointed the tip onto her cheeks and sprayed the mustard onto her face. She was dripping in the yellow mess already. I placed more on her nose and mouth. Bits stuck to her teeth and dripped down her lips. I then took the bottle and aimed it at Amy’s blouse. I moved it back and for in z like patterns across her top. The top was silky and sift any way, but the mustard weighed it down considerably. Her bra straps were showing. I then sprayed more mustard onto Amy’s khaki shorts and then down onto her pale white legs. She stuck her right leg out and smiled. “Mustard me baby,” she said. I started at her toes that were in her sparkly white strappy sandals. I placed my hand on her bare thigh and moved the mustard bottle up her ankles and calves, squeezing the mustard onto it, Then onto her knee and up her thigh. I made sure to get some on the back of her legs as well. She then placed her leg down and raised the other one onto my knee. She placed her hands behind her head and reclined in a relaxed position as I poured the mustard onto her other legs. I spent the time to ensure that I enjoyed every minute of pouring mustard on Amy’s legs. I did it in a circular pattern up her ankles and calf. I tossed the mustard bottle aside when it was emptied. Amy lowered her legs. He body and clothes were a mixture of their natural pale colours and the bright yellow of the mustard. She took her hands and wiped some of her body. She then placed her hands in front of her, waiving them about, showing everyone the mess on them.

The next item I picked up was a bucket full of cottage cheese. It was cold and wet and downright revolting, but I knew that Amy would like how it was going to feel when it was poured onto her warm skin. “Cottage cheese,” she said,” You really are going to get it later,” she whispered to me under her breath. This time Amy closed her eyes and grimaced. I approached her with the bucket. I lifted it and started to pour the tick sloppy mess down over her head. She closed her eyes as the cottage cheese poured over her head and face. It covered the sides of her face and cascaded down her face. It was thick and white and incredibly slimy. It also smelled quite terrible as well. She took her hand and in one swoop wiped her face. The cottage cheese was now all over her neck and flowing down her shirt. The whole front was engulfed in it. I then moved the bucket slightly and aimed what was left into Amy’s lap, all over her lovely shorts and onto her bare thighs. She opened her legs a bit as the cottage cheese poured over her. It fell and trickled down her calves to her feet. She wiggled her toes in her sandals. She cringed as I poured the final bit over her head. I took my hand and placed it on top of her head, wiggling it around a bit. She cleared her eyes and wiped some cottage cheese from her mouth. A big dollop fell from her chin. She gave a squeal. She then whispered to me,” I kind of liked that. Is that ok?,” and laughed. “Oh yes,” I said, “I want you to enjoy this.”



Amy leaned back in her chair again. She put her legs in front of her and crossed them, as she did, she kicked her sandals off. She gave a satisfied sort of yawn and smile. Almost indicating that she was enjoying herself. “Is that all you got?,” she teased,” Do you have some ketchup to go with that mustard?,” she shouted with her hand to her mouth. “Actually, I do,” I said. “bring it on,,” she teased. I grabbed the enormous ketchup bottle and brought it over. I held it over Amy’ body and started to squeeze. This time I held the bottle in mid air and let the ketchup fall and find its way to Amy’s body on its own. I squeezed out splodges one after another. They fell through the air and landed up and down Amy’s legs, on her shorts and up her body. Then I moved the bottle further up, squeezing more. This time it fell onto her hair face and down her shoulders. There were red dots of ketchup everywhere then lines. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out as ketchup fell onto her face. The red looked amazing against the thick soft whiteness that was the cottage cheese that already was all over her. I poured more on top of her head and down her neck. Her face was burrowed as she shivered as the ketchup covered her. She bit her lip and wiped her eyes off.

Next I got out a bucket of baked beans. I told her that the beans were next. She just laughed. “I think that they would really suit me actually. They would go with my hair colour,” she said. “I know you eat a lot beans anyway,” I said. “You’re not wrong there,” she replied. We then just looked at each other and laughed at the absurdity of the conversation that we had just had. “Just pour them on my head,” she said, motioning with her hand. “Why did I bother wearing makeup,” she exclaimed. I then came over to her. I head the bucket in front of her and then a slowly lifted it, tipping the beans onto her face first. Her face was instantly covered in hundreds of baked beans. I then went behind her and poured more over her head. She closed her eyes as her whole world became nothing but baked beans. The beans poured down her beautiful face, down her nose and cheeks, down her lips. They poured down her top leaving beans everywhere. They stained her shorts forever as they poured over her. She gently kicked her legs as I poured baked beans on them. The beans did suit her. They looked incredibly sexy as the slime oozed over Amy’s sexy pale body parts. She felt beans touching her bare thighs. She could feel beans inside her shorts. I poured more down the back of her shorts on her backside and panties. The feeling of being completely at my mercy while I poured these disgusting substances all over her body turned Amy on more than she ever thought was possible. She just closed her eyes and thought about what was happening. That alone made her feel very hot indeed. Amy was now dripping in baked beans from head to toe.



“On final bucket,” I said. “Go on then”, Amy replied,” Make sure it is messy.” The last bucket was filled with cole slaw. “Cole slaw,” I told the crowd. Everyone cheered and whistled. Amy readied herself in her seat. “Ok, everyone, here we go.” I lifted the bucket filled with rancid, gone off cole slaw. Amy leaned forward, hugging herself. Her back was bent forward and her head was out in front of her. I held the bucket with both hands. I waited a second. Amy looked around in all directions. I then let the cole slaw flow. I took the utmost pleasure as poured the lumpy disgusting creamy slop straight onto Amy’s head and down her face. The foul smelling slop oozed from the bucket straight onto Amy’s facial features. It poured onto her face. She closed her eyes. The stink was overpowering. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as it poured down onto her head and then the back of her neck. Her hair was now full of cole slaw. I then took more, Amy stretched her legs out again. I tipped the cole slaw onto her calves and then poured it up her legs, all over her thighs. The slop looking revolting to everyone else as it covered her legs. The rest I poured onto her shorts and all over her crotch. Amy sat almost motionless as the mess ended. She looked blankly ahead with a slight smile.



“Amy Barnes, everyone,” I said,” She really deserves a round of applause. She really did take that well.” The crowd applauded her. “Any last words, Amy?,” I asked. She pointed at me and shook her finger. “Just you wait,” she said,” There will be payback.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

I helped her to her feet and we walked back stage. “Well,” she said,” I hope that you enjoyed that,” in her soft sexy voice,” I sure did, but I think it is about time for me to get my own back. I was all yours out there. You do whatever you wanted to me. I was your slave. Now it is going to be your turn. Now I am going to be in charge and you are going to me my slave. I am going to get to do whatever I want to you now. Come on lets go back to my place. We can go straight upstairs.” “Don’t you want to get cleaned off first,” I asked her. “There’s no need for that now. That can wait. I don’t know how much longer I can.” She bit her lip. She took me by the tie as we exited.

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Hey Dude

Below is a scene that I really enjoyed when I was younger. I still enjoy it. It is from the show Hey Dude. Bradley and Melody are evesdropping on guys. The guys had earlier evesdropped on them and decided to set them up. Below are the results. Brad and Mel are still incredibly hot. At some point they will be in a story. I hope you enjoy.

Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren and Whitney were very close friends for many years. Lauren had been very supportive of Whitney for a long time. She had helped Whitney through a lot of very difficult situations. She was always trying to cheer her up and Whitney was always down and depressed. One day Lauren came up with a silly idea that she thought Whitney might enjoy. In Walford, there was going to be a special summer fete. Lauren’s idea was a gunge vote. Lauren approached the powers that be that were planning the fete. They loved the idea. Lauren knew from the beginning that she would be the one losing. She did not mind getting messy, because it was for her friend. If it would cheer Whitney, Lauren was willing to take one for the team. It really was a selfless act. She hoped that Whitney would appreciate what she was doing for her. In essence, it would be public humiliation for Lauren. The whole town would be laughing at her. She would like all the attention that she was going to be receiving though. She secretly loved being the centre of attention, like a lot of young women her age.

Lauren actually went far and wide spreading the word. At one point she stood up in the Vic and said,” Hi everyone. I want to let everyone know. I am going to be getting gunged on Saturday at the fete. Anyone who wants to see me get messy, come out and watch. A good time for all.” People thought she was a bit crazy. That being said, most people did not want to miss what would happen for the world. Also, Lauren set it all up so it would be a complete surprise to Whitney. Lauren worked quite hard to arrange everything. She got Whitney there and made sure that all the mess was there and ready. She had thought of everything and finally the big day arrived. Lauren prepared at her house with her sister. “Abby, I’m going to get gunged,” Lauren said. She opened her mouth wide and gave a fake surprised look then started laughing. “It’s going to be so funny. Whitney is going to come in and be told, you will be gunging Lauren, and I will be like Ugh.ha..haha. Oh my god, so embarrassing. I‘m going to get it so good. It is going to be all over me. I can‘t believe it. Don‘t laugh too hard will you.”

Lauren invited Whitney to come to the fete with her. It wasn’t as easy to get her to come along as one might have though. Whitney was being mopey as usual. Lauren insisted however, and eventually, she was able to convince her to come along. Lauren and Whitney strolled around the fete and had a good day and some laughs together. As the time arranged for the gunging approached, Lauren began to speak to Whitney. “I have a confession to make, Whit,” Lauren said. “I know that you have been feeling down, so I have made some arrangements for a little something today, that I hope that you will enjoy. You better enjoy it, because it is going to be at my expense.” “I don’t understand,” Whitney said. “Don’t worry,” Lauren said,” It is all set up, just go along with whatever happens and I promise that you will love it,” Lauren said.



Lauren took Whitney by the hand and lead her up onto a small stage. It seemed like the whole town had gathered around to see what Lauren had planned including all of Lauren and Whitney’s family members. Lauren thought to herself that maybe she had done too good of a job getting the word out about this, after all, she was going to be the one getting the mess, not Whitney. It would all be worth it though, Lauren told herself.

Lauren grabbed the microphone and started talking. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining us here today. As you all know, we have something very special planned. I think Whitney is the only one who is not aware yet of what is happening. Basically Whitney there was a little thing that was arranged called a gunge votes. You and I were the candidates, but the truth is , from the beginning, we all knew that I would be the loser. So basically, what is going to happen is, in a minute, some buckets of disgusting mess will be brought out here and you, my friend are going to get the chance to empty their contents all over my body. I am going to get nailed. You are going to get to just let me have it. Think of it as a gift from me to you.” “Wow, Lauren, I don’t know what to say. You are a good friend,” Whitney replied. “Eh, don’t mention it, what is a little slop between friends? And everyone, go on laugh at me, feel free. See the girl get covered in slop. It’s gonna be all over me in a minute.”

A chair was brought out which Lauren sat on. The buckets of mess were dragged out as well. Whitney had a look at what was in store. She rubbed her hands together and gave an evil laugh and smile. “I would not want to be you right now, Lauren,” Whitney said. “What have I let myself in for?,” Lauren said. “Don’t be shy, Whit, you just take that mess and do what comes naturally,” Lauren said. “I am so, going to nail you,” Whitney laughed.



Lauren’s parents, sister and her parent’s partners were up front so they could get the best of what was going to happen to Lauren. All of them had dreamed of doing something like this to Lauren at one point or another. She could be moody and opinionated as well. Her sister Abby was the one who wanted to see this happen the most. She always had a bit of sibling rivalry with her big sister. She was thrilled to see her big sister getting trashed like this. This really was a dream come true for her. She was right there cheering Whitney on. Lauren’s parents Tanya and Max were right there as well to see their daughter get sloppy. Whitney’s brother Ryan was also stood in the front row observing. Lauren had fancied him, but he had rebuffed her advancing. He secretly was going to love seeing her get nailed as well. He also thought that it was very nice of her to do this for his sister. Others gathered included Max’s partner Vanessa and her daughter Jodie along with Tanya’s new husband Greg. Tanya’s sister and mother were there as well. Even Max’s brother Jack and sister Carole were there. Even Dot was there to see this happening.



“I’m going to get dirty,” Lauren said,” I am a dirty, dirty girl.” She stuck her tongue out and put her hand to her nose, with her thumb touching it, making a semi rude gesture. “Let her have it Whit,” Max yelled out. “Yeah get her good,” Tanya shouted. Lauren pointed them and laughed. She then raised her fist and put on a fake angry face. She then put her finger to her lips and told them to shush. She waived her hands in front of her saying no. She then put her hand to her throat and moved it across, motioning a stop signal. She then stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth and stuck it out. She tilted her head to one side and placed her hands at the side of her face, pretending she was being hung or something. She then pretended to bite her nails and pretended to plead for Whitney not to do it.

In the meantime, Whitney had grabbed the first bucket. She smiled and made a face wiggling her eyebrows to the crowd. “Shall, I do it?,” she asked. The whole crowd cheered in approval. Lauren continued to shake her head and pretended to beg. The bucket that Whitney had was filled with barbecue sauce. Whitney approached Lauren from behind as Lauren wiggled in an animated way in her seat. Whitney lifted the bucket over her best friend. “Thanks Lauren,” she said. She then began to pour the barbecue sauce onto Lauren’s head. It began to pour down onto her hair and fringe. Down the sides of her face. Lauren lifted her leg and contorted her torso as the sauce poured on her. She shivered and shook. Her body wiggling. She lifted her leg as if to block the mess, but it only got her legs even more messy as Lauren indiscriminately poured the sauce over her friend’s body. Lauren could feel the barbecue sauce coating her jeans and top. It was all over her hair and fell down parts of her face. Lauren’s face contorted. She opened her mouth wide and pretended like she was going to be sick. She rolled her eyes back and pretended to gag. She then stuck her index finger in her mouth and made a, “I am going to puke,” sign. Of course this could not have been further from the truth. Although the whole thing was a bit embarrassing, Lauren was not sickened by it in the least. She was just having fun playing for the crowd. She was now shaking her head quickly, her face contorted quickly saying, “No, no, no.”



By now the first bucket was empty and Whitney had already grabbed the next item for Lauren. This one contained custard. Lauren bent both legs up bringing her knees to her chest and then stretched them out in front of her as a streak of barbecue sauce fell down her nose. Whitney now had the bucket of custard ready for Lauren. Lauren closed her eyes this time and held her breath. Whitney raised the bucket, this time her aim was more precise. She carefully picked the bucket up. She aimed the custard for Lauren’s face. Lauren knew this so she stretched her beautiful neck out to give Whitney a bigger target. “Get my face, Whit,” Lauren said. Whitney aimed the custard. It slowly made its way out of the bucket and fell directly onto Lauren’s awaiting face. The first wave fell and hit her directly on her eyes and nose. She wiggled her noses a bit, but otherwise, Lauren just let the custard pour over her face. She could feel it totally covering her face. Thick yellow, slightly cold soft custard covered her face. Lauren could not escape the feeling of total emersion. The sensual slop on her face and body felt really good to her, almost sexual. It felt like taking a shower, but with something much sexier then water. The cascade of custard continued over Lauren’s face. It covered her hair and then her neck. From her neck up she was covered in custard. The custard made it’s way down her body. It covered the front of her shirt. Her shirt was soaked in it. It became wet and heavy. It went almost see through. Lauren then stretched her legs out again and allowed Whitney to pour the remainder of the custard up and down her trousers. She wiggled her knees and toes as Whitney took the bucket and spread the custard up and down her legs. When she was done, Lauren straightened her legs again and bent them in. She took her two index fingers and cleared her eyes. She shook her head, clearing some of the excess custard from her face. She placed her hand on her legs and rubbed her hands in the mess that covered them already. She then rubbed her arms a bit. Everything was slathered in custard. Of course by this time the entire crowd was whistling and laughing at Lauren. “Looking good,” Vanessa shouted.” Lauren pointed at her. “Shut up,” she said. “I have a funny feeling that you just may be next on the list.” Lauren winked one eyes and crossed her arms in a fake attempt to look cool. “It’s hard to look cool with custard dripping from your face,” Tanya told her daughter.

Mushy peas was next on Whitney’s list. “Ooh yeah Lauren, mushy peas. Don’t they look yummy,” Whitney said. “Not really,” Lauren said,” But they do look prefect for pouring over my head, funnily enough,” she stated in semi serious tone. “Come on, come on, do your worst,” she said. Witney lifted the bucket over Lauren. “Mushy peas,” Lauren exclaimed, widening her eyes. Whitney lifted the bucket and began to pour. When the peas hit Lauren’s head, she did not know what hit her. They were so much thicker and sloppier than the mess that was already covering her. The mushy peas were a disgusting shade of green. They were nearly as thick as mashed potatoes. Members of the crowd uttered “Gross” “Yuck” and “That looks disgusting” Lauren’s face was not visible for the moment under the thick green sludge that covered it. She put her hands out, palms facing upward as Whitney poured. Whitney then grabbed the waistband of Lauren’s trousers and pulled it outwards slightly. She took the small amount of mushy peas that were left in the bucket and tipped them down into the back of Lauren’s trousers. Lauren moaned as the mushy peas fell into her trousers. She could feel the mushy peas on her panties and all over her rear end. Whitney then snapped her trousers closer again. She dropped the bucket and placed the palm of her hand on Lauren’s backside. When she did, some of the mushy peas pushed their way out of the trousers at the waist. Lauren sat for a moment and did not attempt to wipe her face. Finally, a huge blob of mushy peas fell from her face onto her knees. She then wiped her eyes and part of her face. “Elegant,” she said, moving her neck to one side and giving a dainty smile. She then patted the side of her hair. “What do you think, is puke green my color?,” she joked.

“I hope so,” Whitney said,” Because we have some relish coming up next for you.” “Cheers, Whit,” Lauren said,” Just what I have always wanted. As a child I always dreamt of the day I would have pickled relish poured on my head,” Lauren joked.



Lauren did not shut her eyes this time. She started having a dialogue with herself out loud, gesturing with her hands. “I don’t know, I have been such a good friend and now I am getting relish poured on my head. I don’t know what the world is coming to these days. Some people.” As she was talking Whitney began to pour the uneven lumpy green relish onto her head. The first gigantic lump, the size of a whole jar of relish fell onto the top of her head in a pile. It stuck to the top of her head and fringe for a moment before collapsing, sending bits of the relish down her face and then down her body. Bits fell down her top. Bits of the relish stuck to Lauren’s face. A large lump of it stick to the tip of her nose, almost looking like a clown’s nose. More piled on top of her shoulders. A load still stuck to the top of Lauren’s head and all over her fringe. Tiny bits of the green relish were everywhere in her dark brown fringe. The relish was a very unusual item and looked very strange all over Lauren’s head. “Do you all have a good view?,” Lauren asked,” I wouldn’t want any of you to miss anything. I know you all have your cameras ready to record each embarrassing moment. I know you lot are loving this.”

The next item that Whitney grabbed was a large pot of chicken noodle and sweet corn soup. The soup was whitish yellow with tons of small noodles, sweet corn and chicken floating in it. Whitney took a large wooden spoon and gave it a generous stir. She approached Lauren. Lauren shut her eyes and awaited the inevitable. She stretched her neck out again, giving Whitney her target. Whitney began to pour on Lauren’s head. The soup was much more watery than what had gone before and was freezing cold. When it hit Lauren, she let out an involuntary scream and shuttered in her seat. She lifted her legs and almost leapt from her seat. The cold soup showered Lauren. It washed over her face and down her body, completely soaking any dry or clean areas that were still left on her body. The soup had a gross chicken like smell that smelled similar to urine or body odour. Lauren stuck her tongue out. She could not escape the shower of soup. Her clothes were completely saturated and clung to her body. As the sup fell, it left hundreds of small noodles, small lumps of chicken and sweet corn everywhere on Lauren’s body as it went. Noodles mixed with the relish that was already all over Lauren’s fringe. Lauren was now soaked from head to toe. Mess dripped everywhere from her. Noodles dripped from her face and arms.



Whitney then gabbed the final bucket that was left for Lauren. The final bucket contained egg salad. If possible, it smelled even worse than the soup that had gone before. It stunk like rotten eggs. It looked like scrambled eggs only sloppier and more liquidy. “Egg salad,” Whitney told Lauren. “Ok,” she replied sarcastically. Lauren readied herself again for another onslaught at her best friend’s hands. She could smell the unmistakable odour of rotten eggs from across the stage already. Whitney approached her. She posed with the bucket. “Here we go,” she said. The crowd cheered their approval. Whitney then raised the bucket. Lauren closed her eyes and waited. She barely felt it when the egg salad fell onto her face. She could certainly smell it though. The yellowy slop first fell onto her nose and then over her eyes and cheeks. Then over her mouth and cheeks. It went all over her fringe and hair, down her neck. Lauren’s face was now covered in rotten eggy mess. This time she almost gagged again. She held her stomach this time and pretended that she was about to heave. Whitney had no mercy on her, as she let the egg salad pour and pour. It fell from her head, onto her lap, on her chest and legs, collecting with the puddles of mess that were already all over Lauren and on the stage below her. Whitney took the last handful of the egg salad and pushed it into Lauren’s face. Lauren just closed her eyes, almost enjoying it. She stuck out her tongue.

When Whitney was done she placed the bucket over Lauren’s head for a minute. She then removed it. She stood in front of everyone, holding one hand up in victory as everyone cheered. Lauren tried to wipe some of the egg salad from her face and body. She smiled and laughed. “So everyone, how do I look,” she said. “You nailed me good, Whit, well done. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. I hope everyone enjoyed sing me getting dirty. I certainly will never forget it. She certainly had no mercy on me did she. Seriously though, thanks for coming.” “We’re just disappointed we didn’t get a chance,” Max said. “Well, maybe if everyone else asks nicely, I may be willing to have another go. I am sure your pictures will last a life time though. I never knew so many people wanted to see me get messed up. How many of you would like to get the chance to pour something over my head yourselves?,” Lauren asked. Pretty much everyone in the crowd raised their hands. “Ok,” she said in a funny voice. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that, but for now we are all out of mess. Time to go home.”

Lauren felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned. It was Whitney. She had one hand behind her back. “Not quite. One last surprise.” Whitney pulled her hand out from behind. It had a pie in it. Lauren barely had time to brace herself before Whitney pushed the pie into her face. It hit with a thud. The tin stuck to Lauren’s face. She pulled it off. Her mouth was wide open laughing, her eyes wide, her whole face covered in pie. She was totally creamed. She licked her lips. She bent her knees and laughed hard. “Ok,” she said,” Now we definitely have nothing left for today. It’s all over.”