Sticky Sports Show
Posted: 02 Aug 2009, 16:33Original title, i know. Enjoy!
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‘Hi ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the first ever exciting episode of Sticky Sports Show! We’ll have four lovely ladies baying for a chance to win our grand prize – an all expenses paid, trip to Japan! But first, they must tackle our messy games in order to earn that opportunity. So without further ado, let’s meet our four contestants for the night!’
The first contestant walks on stage wearing a tight red t-shirt and matching hot-pants. She stops in centre stage alongside the host, Mike. She wears a nervous-looking grin across her face but still looks hot with her dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin.
‘Welcome, welcome. Could you tell us your name and a bit about yourself please?’ says Mike encouragingly.
‘My name’s Rachel, I’m 20. I’m from Leeds and I’m a shop assistant for a major retailer.’
‘Fantastic!’ exclaimed Mike before pushing her gently to the side. ‘Can we have our next contestant please?’
A medium-height, slim woman with long brown hair enters the stage wearing a purple t-shirt and hot-pants, identical to the previous contestant. She looks a bit more comfortable as she stands aside Mike, opposite Rachel on the stage.
‘Hey! A little info about yourself if you’d be so kind, please?’
‘Hi. I’m Natasha. 19, from Barnsley where I’m currently a student, hoping to go onto a psychology degree next year,’ the attractive brunette replies.
‘I look forward to seeing you compete tonight, Tash. Can we bring on the next contestant please?’
The next contestant is slightly taller than the previous two and has medium-length blonde hair. She’s wearing the same tight-fitting outfit, this time in black.
‘Number three, what’s your name and where do you come from?’
‘My name’s Beth. I’m 23 and a secretary where I live in Coventry.’
‘Good stuff, take a step over there while I introduce the final contestant for tonight’s show,’ says Mike.
The final contestant saunters on stage wearing a blue t-shirt and hot-pants. She has longish black hair, which is tied in a pony tail over her deeply tanned shoulder.
‘Last but not least, tell us about yourself,’ demands Mike.
‘I’m Natalie. I’m 19 and I come from Manchester where I study business at university.’
‘Well that’s our contestants for you. I hope you guys are looking forward to them getting messy as much as I am! With that in mind, our contestants can head over to our first game while I explain the basic rules of the show.’
The four girls disappear behind the backdrop while the stage-hands set up the first game on the other side of the studio. Mike takes centre stage by himself and begins his explanation.
‘Our four fabulous contestants will compete in four messy and fun-filled games. For each of these games, the winner will receive fifty points, the runner-up will receive twenty-five points. The loser, of course, gets nothing but a forfeit. But Mike, I hear you cry, that’s only three contestants! The fourth contestant will be a ‘better’. Each one will take a turn at betting on the winner of an event. Bets cost ten points and cannot be refused but fifty points will be awarded for a correct bet, as well as the ten points lost in the first place. However, if the better is wrong she loses her ten points and shares the same fate as the loser of the round: a forfeit. This forfeit will mean that the contestant has to complete the next game in only their underwear! The two with the most points after all four rounds will go on to our grand finale, which will be explained at the time. Anyway, that about sums it up and it looks like we’re ready for the first round so let’s head over to the first game, Swamp Swimming!’
The camera pans across to show a shallow pool, about four feet deep, filled to the brim with what appears to be mud. The four girls stand side-by-side at one end where Mike is heading towards. He stands just to the right of the row of girls.
‘Our first game is a race. That pool is filled with gooey, swampy water with soil and mud on the surface. As you can probably tell, it’s thick. There are three lanes, one for each contestant and the objective is to see who can make it to the end and climb out of the pool first be it by swimming, walking or crawling if you’re that way inclined. First, however, we must decide who is going to sit this one out,’ explains Mike, taking a pack of cards out and shuffling them for a moment.
‘Rachel, if you’d like to pick a card, the highest value between the four of you gets to bet. Aces high.’
She picks out a card, then Mike moves on to the next contestant, Tash. He moves right on down the line and then indicates for them to show it to him and the cameras. Rachel reveals an eight, Tash a Queen, Beth a three and finally, Natalie picks out a nine.
‘Looks like you’re betting first Tash, so who’re you going to pick?’ asks Mike.
‘I think Beth looks like she’s pretty athletic, I’ll go for her,’ she replies as the girls get into position on the edge of the pool behind Tash and Mike.
‘Well that means you start off on minus ten points but there’s plenty of time for you to make that back. It looks like your all ready so can we have a countdown from the audience please?’
‘3! 2! 1! Go!’ they shout collectively as the girls plunge into the mucky pool. Natalie gets the best start and dived a long way into the pool but Rachel is making ground quick. Beth, on the other hand, is a good meter or so behind the pair of them. She is looking less that comfortable in the thick mud and seems more concerned with keeping her hair out of the mud than progressing down the pool. As Natalie reaches the half-way, Rachel is right up with her, slowly wading through the mire which clings to their skimpy clothing. Beth is little over a quarter of the way along by now and is pulling faces every time she takes a step. The mud is clearly bugging her and getting into places that she’s less than comfortable with. All three girls are covered almost entirely. Only their necks and heads stay above the surface of the mud which is pouring into their t-shirts and coating them from head-to-shoulder.
After nearly five minutes, Natalie and Rachel are approaching the finish, with Beth just past halfway. Natalie has maintained her lead but Rachel is almost right alongside her now as they reach the end. Natalie pulls herself up, out of the pool. Mud oozes over her legs and the suction from it almost pulls her shorts down. Rachel follows her closely but fails to overtake her. She pulls herself out, just seconds after Natalie. The mud pulls her hot-pants down a little as well and mud oozes out under her t-shirt. Both girls are covered in the stuff. Beth reaches the finish another minute later. She pulls herself out and the mud flows down her body too, sliding down over her legs.
Mike is there waiting for them. ‘Congratulations Natalie, you look exhausted. How was it?’
‘The mud is really thick,’ she replies. ‘It was hard work and it really gets everywhere and I mean everywhere.’
‘Well I hope it was worth it in the long-run, you just earned yourself fifty points. Well done. Now you go and get changed while get a rundown of the scores so far. George!’
‘After that impressive win, Natalie has fifty points, Mike. Rachel put up a good fight but she only manages twenty-five points. Beth finished last, so she has zero points and a forfeit for the next round. Tash also has a forfeit and she has minus-ten points after betting on the wrong person,’ says an authoritative sounding voice over the speakers in the studio.
‘Now then ladies,’ says Mike to Beth and Tash, who are stood either side of him. ‘You owe us a forfeit for the next round. So run along and get changed into your undies please while we set the stage for round two!’
The girls go off to get cleaned-up and changed (or unchanged) as the camera settles on Mike for a moment or two again while stuff is set-up on the other side of the studio.
‘Our next game will involve a whole bunch of buckets and yet more mess. Each contestant will have to test the substance in five different buckets and then tell us what it is. If they get it right, they will receive ten points. If they get it wrong, they will get the bucket over their head. Simple enough, right? So let’s head over here and get things started.’
Mike walks over to the freshly clothed girls. Tash and Beth stand there looking slightly embarrassed in their purple and black underwear respectively. Tash is slightly the less embarrassed of the two if only because Beth looks mortified. She’s used to being the centre of attention but not in this way, she’s trying to cover herself up but knows that more mess probably awaits her. Natalie, in her blue hot-pants and t-shirt is off to one side slightly. Mike approaches her first.
‘You’ve got a well deserved rest this time, Natalie. So who will you be betting for?’ he asks her.
‘Well I think Tash will want to get herself on the board this time but I think Rachel knows her foodstuffs. I’ll pick Rachel,’ is her reply.
‘Well Tash, you and Beth look pretty fine we’ll see how much better you look covered in mess. Tash, you’re up first.’
The stagehand, a young woman, wanders on stage holding a blindfold and a bucket. She puts the bucket down a distance away from Tash so she can’t see its contents, before placing the blindfold over her eyes. The stagehand then goes back for the bucket and approaches the scantily clad, blindfolded Tash. She directs Tash’s hand into the bucket. Tash sinks her hand right to the bottom and has a good feel around. Clearly, the mess doesn’t bother her too much. After a few seconds she pulls her hand back out, covered in something slimy and green (although she doesn’t know that it’s green of course).
‘Erm… was it some kind of soap or something?’ she hazards.
‘Ooh,’ says Mike. ‘I’ll be generous and give you that one I guess, it was fairy liquid.’
The hand approaches Tash again with a different bucket. Tash delves right down to the bottom again and has a good feel around. She brings her hand out again, looking a bit more uncertain this time.
‘I think it was like toffee or caramel. Caramel, yea.’
‘You’re on the right lines Tash but I’m afraid that doesn’t cut it in this game. It was actually molten chocolate. Let her have it, Pip.’
The stagehand, Pip, picks the bucket up above Tash’s head. Tash cringes at this but doesn’t move out of the way. Pip tips the bucket and a steady stream of runny, white chocolate coats her head and flows over her barely-covered body. By the time the flow stops, Tash’s head and shoulders are a mess of runny white chocolate. Her hair is matted to her face and some of the chocolate has managed to pool between her breasts. Our ever vigilant stagehand picks up the next bucket.
‘One from two so far, let’s see how you do this time,’ says Mike.
She delves one again into the bucket. This time she shrieks aloud when her hands hits the surface. It’s cold and she instantly knows what it is.
‘Ice-cream!’
‘You’re finally positive on the scoreboard,’ Mike informs her. ‘An easy one was it?’
‘Just a bit,’ she confirms.
Pip brings over another bucket and hols it aloft for Tash. She puts her hand in reluctantly and slowly. Once she discovers that it’s not so cold again she wiggles her hand around the bucket. It’s thin and slimy and she can’t figure out what it is. After about a minute or so, she pulls her hand back out again.
‘I’m really not sure,’ she says. ‘But is it eggs?’
‘It certainly is, that’s another ten points.’
Pip brings over the fifth bucket and holds it in place for Tash to investigate. She dives her hand into it and gropes the bottom of the bucket. Again it feels slightly cold but it’s thicker than the ice-cream and harder to place. Some sticks to her hand when she lifts it out of the bucket.
‘I hate to be boring guys, but I’m pretty sure that was yoghurt.’
‘Well Tash, the audience won’t like it but you’re right again. That’s forty points from a possible fifty, giving you a total of thirty points overall and giving you a good chance to win the round. Go and take a seat over there while we bring on the next contestant.’
Rachel steps up to the centre of the stage and stands besides Mike whilst Tash heads in the opposite direction, taking off the blindfold as she does so. She is handed her own blindfold by Pip, which she puts on.
‘Right, I’m sure you weren’t cheating by hearing what Tash had, since we gave u all headphones, but it won’t do you any good even if you were,’ Mike informs her. ‘We wouldn’t be stupid enough to keep them in the same order would we? Best of luck to you, here’s your first bucket.’
Up steps Pip with the first bucket in her hand. She guides Rachel’s hand into it, which recoils when she first touches the surface of the liquid within. After a second she braces herself and dips her hand right in the bucket and has a feel around. Another few seconds pass before she pulls her hand back out and announces: ‘It was cold gravy.’
‘I’m afraid not,’ Mike apologises. ‘It was actually eggs. Sorry.’
With that, Pip lifts the bucket over Rachel’s head. She waits a second for effect then upends the whole bucket, covering Rachel completely in the slimy yellow liquid. It fountains off the top of her curly, strawberry-blonde hair and flows down her body, seeping through her t-shirt slightly, before spilling on to the floor.
Pip comes over with the second bucket, giving Rachel little time to recover. Again, she holds it out for Rachel to investigate, which she does. This substance feels much thicker than the last, and somewhat warmer. She takes her hand out and asks, ‘Is it melted chocolate?’
‘Molten white chocolate it is: absolutely right. Well done Rachel.’
A third bucket is quickly brought on. Rachel’s conservative approach to the first bucket would have served her well this time round. She squeals and yanks her hand out of the bucket immediately after coming in contact with its contents. This one was cold, very cold. Immediately, she’s sure she knows what it is and keeps her hand well out of the bucket.
‘Ice-cream,’ she says, plaintively.
‘Correct.’
Pip dashes off-stage to swap buckets once more. This time she returns with a bucket full of yoghurt. Rachel guesses this one wrong and Pip lifts the bucket above Rachel’s cleavage. Resting the brim of the bucket on her large chest, she tips the bucket upwards and empties its sticky contents all over Rachel’s breasts. Some of it pools atop her impressive boobs but the majority of the clammy yoghurt splatters on the floor around her feet after a few seconds. Upon returning with the final bucket, she holds it in position again for Rachel to investigate. This time it’s filled with fairy liquid and Rachel figures this out straight away almost.
‘I used to work in a restaurant,’ she states. ‘I know what that stuff feels like.’
‘Excellent, Rachel! You got three buckets correct, which gives you thirty points and a total of fifty-five. Off you go and bring on Beth!’
Beth steps up on stage in her sexy, black underwear which matches Tash’s. She looks nervous and exposed but very attractive as she takes centre stage next to Mike. She is quickly surrounded by him and Pip, who has in her hand the blindfold and the first bucket, just out of view of Beth.
‘No need to look nervous,’ said Mike reassuringly. ‘You look great and the audience loves you. Now pop that little blindfold on and we’ll make a start.’
Reluctantly, she puts on the blindfold and looks as though she’s mentally trying to cover herself without actually doing so. She forces her hand into the first bucket, squirming slightly as it comes into contact with the contents of the bucket. Unfortunately for her, it contained ice-cream. This was unfortunate because she thought it contained cold yoghurt. She didn’t look too happy when Mike told her this. Pip heartlessly raises the bucket above Beth’s head and starts to tip. She allows a moment to pause for effect then lets the molten ice-cream ooze out of the bucket, slowly. The trickle hits Beth’s head and she squeals, visibly recoiling from the cream but she takes her punishment. The flow ceases after a few seconds and Beth is left coated in the stuff, practically shivering. The thick, gooey liquid has pooled in her exposed bra and traced a path down her stomach, over her panties and on to the floor.
Pip returns after a moment with the second bucket. This time Beth is a little more cautious putting her hand in but the bucket contains something a little warmer this time. She correctly identifies the chocolate and Pip switches the bucket again. This time, Beth places her hand into the thick liquid soap and has no idea what it is. She guesses, incorrectly, that it’s eggs. Pip then lifts the bucket up to Beth’s black bikini and rests it on the middle section. After a second, she tips the whole thing down Beth’s stomach and the thick green liquid oozes over her exposed and ice-cream covered skin, to the ground, joining a whole host of other substances there.
The fourth bucket does contain eggs but Beth doesn’t realise this. She finds out her mistake after guessing that it is gravy – seemingly a common mistake – as Pip moves another bucket. This time however, she only lifts it to waist height and pulls the front of Beths briefs away from her stomach. Beth squeals as the slimy eggs flow rapidly into her underwear. Luckily for her, the flow quickly ends, leaving her sensitive areas soaked in the yellow egg yolks and a further dribble down the insides of her legs, leading down to the rapidly growing mess on the floor.
The final bucket contains yoghurt and Beth needs to get it right in order to draw with Rachel. Unfortunately for her, she has absolutely no idea what it contains. Pip takes the bucket behind Beth and lifts it again to waist height. She tips the brim of the bucket inside the back of Beth’s panties and the yoghurt slowly but surely fills them up. It takes a while for the bucket to empty but when it does, her panies are overflowing with the thick, gooey white yoghurt. Just for good measure, Pip slaps her bum before removing the blindfold, causing a wave of yoghurt to spurt out over the waistband, flowing down the back of her legs and covering the only bare skin left on her half-naked body.
‘Oh dear,’ says Mike. ‘That wasn’t very good at all was it Beth? You managed just one correct bucket, which means you only get ten points but more importantly, it means you’re in your undies for the next game too. Hard lines.’
Beth, looking humiliated, slumps off-stage to get cleaned up for the next round whilst the adverts come on and the “real” stagehands get to work, clearing up the mess. As the ad-break ends, Mike asks for the scores so far.
‘Well Mike,’ booms the studio voice. ‘Tash won that round with an impressive four out of five. That puts her on thirty points. Rachel was a close runner-up with three buckets correct, adding to her previous score of twenty-five to give her a total of fifty-five and the overall lead so far. Beth was last with just one bucket, giving her a measly total of ten points which puts her in last place on the board. Natalie bet wrong and that means she’s down to forty points and will be taking a forfeit in the next round, along with Beth.’
‘Forunately for you, Beth, you’re betting this time around so you’re spared from parading yourself around too much. However, I must say you look quite fetching. Natalie, you’ll be competing in this game in your equally fetching blue underwear. Very nice.’
All three girls walk out into the middle of the stage whilst the stagehands sort out the next set, just off camera. Natalie looks great in her dark blue bra and panties with her pony-tailed black hair falling over her shoulder. Tash is back in her purple t-shirt, amplifying her already impressive bust, and her particularly tight hot-pants which look stunning on her beautiful ass. Finally, Rachel follows them on with her red t-shirt and equally tight hot-pants, looking almost as good as Tash.
‘Now then ladies, this game should take you all back to your youths,’ announces Mike. ‘We’re going to play slides, only these slides are rather different from what you’ll be used to.’ The camera pans briefly away to what appear to be three normal slides with a long flat part at the end. Suddenly, a jet of yellow liquid squirts up and then disappears again before the camera changes back to Mike and the girls.
‘The idea of this game is simply to see who can slide the furthest. The further you slide, the less intense the streams of custard. This might seem irrelevant, but you will have to sit in place until everyone has slid so you won’t want to be sat on one of the jets near the start, trust me,’ Mike says, knowingly. ‘Now, since Natalie bet wrong, she can go first, followed by Rachel. But before we start, we need you to make a bet, Beth.’
The camera pans over to a semi-naked Beth who answers, ‘I’ll bet on Natalie, she seems like quite a physical person.’
‘Ok, let’s see how she does. You’re up first Natalie, do Beth proud.’
An underwear-clad Natalie takes her position at the head of one slide and prepares herself. There are several small holes in the slides where the custard will obviously stream from. To give the girls a helping hand, the slide is already lubricated with a little of the stodgy custard. She readies herself for a moment before throwing herself down the slide, head first on her front.
The thick yellow goo adheres itself to her body as she slides over its sticky surface. Almost instantly, she reaches the bottom of the slope, splashing through a pool of slimy custard. She continues to slide on along the flat section for quite a distance, coating her gorgeous body in the gloop. Eventually, she comes to a halt, quite a way down the slide, which gives her a pretty good chance of winning. Now, she must lay in her custard-covered underwear until the others have finished. Thankfully for her, she just managed to avoid being sat on one of the jets but she still feels less than comfortable about her exposed situation, especially with her pert little bum stuck up in the air, covered only by a blue thong and a lot of custard.
‘A fantastic slide from Natalie,’ says Mike. ‘Let’s see if Rachel can top it.’
Rachel takes her position on the slide next to Natalie’s and prepares herself. She takes a more orthodox approach, preferring to sit down and push off with her hands. She clearly doesn’t pick up the same amount of speed as Natalie did and she begins to slow down shortly after hitting the flat section. Custard spurts up between her legs, covering them, until eventually she stops, quite a long way behind Natalie and, unfortunately, right on one of the jets. As if to compound her misery, a blast of the thick stuff shoots right up around the inside of her thighs. Hurry up, Tash, she thinks to herself. I’d rather not sit on this thing all day.
‘Oh dear, it’s not looking too good for Rachel. Let’s see if Tash can do any better. Off you go!’
Tash also takes a sitting position but manages a much stronger push than Rachel’s. She flies along the slope and hits the flat section with a splash of yellow. She begins to slow as the thick custard stick to her and coats her shapely legs but manages to pass Rachel who is still suffering from the humiliation of having a custard jet attacking her sensitive parts on live TV. Eventually Tash comes to a halt, far ahead of Rachel but behind Natalie by a pretty large distance. She pulls herself up, custard oozing over her body and dripping from the back of her saturated hot-pants, and makes her way back to wear Mike is stood. The other girls follow in their various states of dress. Natalie looks fantastic with the custard utterly covering her dark, exposed skin of which there is a lot on show. Rachel looks understandably embarrassed and has a damp patch between her legs where the custard was torturing her. She too is coated in slimy yellow goo.
‘Looks like Natalie wins again with a very impressive slide. I’m sure Beth will be happy for her too as she avoids a forfeit this time around. Rachel, on the other hand, will go into the final round in her underwear but, before we begin, can we have the scores, please?’
‘That win for Natalie has given her a big lead going into the final round with ninety points. A successful bet for Beth means that she now occupies second place with sixty points. A poor slide from Rachel means that she and Tash are tied for third place, both having fifty-five points.’
‘Well,’ says Mike. ‘It’s all to play for in the final round – Penalties. Our better this round, Rachel, will play the role of goal-keeper. The other girls will have three penalties worth twenty points each for a goal but a miss will give Rachel the points.’
A five-a-side sized goal is brought on stage and placed just behind the girls and Mike. Rachel removes her top and shorts while this is happening, just off camera but in full view of the audience, revealing an impressive bust and wonderfully toned body. She walks back in front of the camera and stands in front of the goal.
‘Looks like our keeper’s ready. Why don’t real footballers look this good?’ asks Mike with a little snigger. ‘Our winner from last round gets to go first, best of luck, Natalie.’
Natalie, who is now back in her blue hot-pants and t-shirt, is handed a ball as she steps up to the fake grass and places it on the penalty spot, a few feet in front of Rachel in goal. She takes a few steps back before kicking the ball as hard as she can manage in the general direction of goal. It thunders into the crossbar and across the line, leaving Rachel stood motionless between the sticks.
‘Great strike, if a little fortunate,’ says Mike. ‘Twenty points.’
A new ball is handed over which Natalie places on the spot again. Taking the attitude that if it ain’t broke it shouldn’t be fixed, she steps up and belts it as hard as possible once more. This time, however, she is not so lucky. Again, it hits the crossbar, but this time it rebounds up into the air and disappears off stage somewhere.
‘Owch, let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen.’
A third is handed over and placed firmly in front of Natalie. This time she decides to take a more careful approach and slots it in the bottom corner like a pro.
‘A pretty decent round for Natalie gives her another forty points but that miss gives Rachel twenty. Now it’s your turn Tash – good luck.’
Tash receives her first ball and puts it on the spot. After contemplating a course of action for a moment she too boots the ball as hard as she can manage. Rachel is barely able to move before it’s rippling the back of the net. Seconds later a second ball is handed to her. She tries to place it in the bottom left corner but Rachel makes a good diving save down to her right-hand side (giving the camera a great view as her breasts fight to escape the skimpy red bra).
‘Nice save, Rachel! Last shot now – make it count.’
This time, Tash resorts to her original tactic and fires it goalwards with venom. Rachel manages to get a hand to it but is unable to stop it from making the net bulge again.
‘Forty points for Tash too, as well as another twenty for our classy keeper. Beth needs all three to finish second, let’s see what she can do.’
Finally back in her black outfit, Beth steps up and places her first ball on the penalty spot. She takes one step back and side-foots it towards the bottom left corner. There isn’t nearly enough power behind it though and Rachel stops it easily with her foot this time.
‘Not a good start. You can do better than that, surely.’
Determined to prove him right, Beth hammers the next one into the top right hand corner. Rachel is left standing yet again while Beth’s score is increased by twenty, giving her a total of eighty.
‘That’s more like it,’ says Mike. ‘Two out of three, maybe?’
Beth grits her teeth and decides to smash it again. She keeps it a little lower and Rachel, once again, is left no chance as the ball nests in the back of the goal
‘That was a great penalty but I’m afraid it won’t do you any good for the final game: you finished third overall. While we set up, here’s how the final game works…’
The camera pans around the audience and the studio a little as George’s voice blasts out of the speakers: ‘This game is all about humiliating your opponents in order to win. Each contestant takes it in turn to nominate another for a question. If they answer that question incorrectly, they will remove an item of clothing – the last one to bare her breasts is the winner. If the answer is correct, however, the nominator will receive a messy forfeit and will remove an item of clothing. In order to keep the advantage of the previous rounds, each contestant will be giving more clothing depending on their final position.
‘In this game, Natasha will be wearing the outfit she has worn all night, meaning she has little room for error. Beth will be given a bra, allowing a little more leverage, so to speak. Rachel will also be given a bra but she will have a pair of socks too. Finally, our winner, Natalie, will have both of these and the luxury of a pair of trainers. Good luck, girls!’
‘Thank-you, George. We’re just about ready over here,’ announces Mike. ‘Since Tash has the least chance of winning she will be allowed to go first so who’s it to be?’
‘I nominate Natalie,’ she replies’
‘Ok, Natalie. What’s the name of Audioslave’s latest album?’
‘Oh God, I have no idea. Sorry.’
‘Well I’m afraid it’s time to remove some clothing. Take it off!’
Predictably, the nineteen year-old starts in the most neutral of area’s and removes her trainers, leaving her no more exposed than she already was, in her matching blue socks.
‘Beth: who do you nominate?’
‘Natalie.’
Clearly the girls had a strategy: eliminate the biggest threat and then fight between themselves. Natalie looked a little worried by this but knew she was still in the ascendancy if she could get this one right.
‘What is the name of the best-selling author of Digital Fortress, amongst others?’
‘Isn’t it Dan Brown?’
‘That’s correct! Beth, it’s time to strip and forfeit,’ declares Mike with a glint in his eye.
The willing stagehand, Pip, comes on-stage with a huge cream and custard pie in her hand as Beth lifts her black top over her head, revealing once more her impressive bust, shielded only by a plain black bra. Pip slaps the pie straight into her victim’s face, covering her face completely, blinding her and sending cream and custard spraying out over her boobs. After twisting the pie, Pip removes the casing and exits the stage, leaving an embarrassed Beth to clear her vision and wipe the runny mixture off her breasts.
‘I’ve suddenly come over with an unnatural urge for pie, strange,’ comments Mike. ‘Who’s it to be, Rachel?’
‘Natalie again,’ is the reply’
‘Popular tonight aren’t we. Which event in American history, popularised in a recent movie, led to America’s introduction in World war two?’
‘Um… Black Hawk Down?’ she replies.
‘It was, in fact, Pearl Harbour, sorry. You know what to do.’
After Natalie takes off her socks, she finally has time for some vengeance. She answers almost before Mike even manages to speak.
‘Beth!’
‘Ok. Beth, what is the capital city of Mexico?’
‘I haven’t done Geography in ten years, no idea.’
‘Not even a guess? You’re out if you get this one wrong.’
‘Hmm… Mexico City?’ she replies, looking desperate.
‘Great guess,’ says Mike. ‘It’s a forfeit for you I’m afraid, Natalie.’
Pip enters the shot again, carrying a bucket in both hands. The unlucky contestant lifts her top over her head to reveal to the more fortunate audience a matching blue bra which just about hides her glorious, deeply-tanned breasts. The stagehand lifts the bucket to neck height and sends a torrent of rice pudding streaming over Natalie’s glorious cleavage, down her chest, over her belly and onto the floor, leaving a streak of rice-speckled cream all over her exposed skin.
‘Back to the start again. Tash, who’s it to be this time?’
‘I’ll take Natalie again, please.’
‘Ok, Natalie, to put Tash out of the game: which company created the famous ‘Stratocaster’ guitar?’
‘I think it’s Fender isn’t it?’
‘Indeed it is, sorry Tash but it’s time to show us the goods,’ Mike announces with a grin.
Looking disappointed more than embarrassed Tash peels off her purple top to reveal a fantastic pair of perfectly formed breasts. After a second spent in admiration the host remembers himself and picks up his jaw. The ever-ready stagehand enters with a bucket of custard and moves behind her next victim. Closing her eyes and putting on a brave face, Tash readies herself for the impending penalty. Pip unceremoniously tips the whole bucket into the back of Tash’s panties. Some oozes down the back of her smooth legs but the majority of it stays right in her underwear. Pip gives her cute butt a slap, making a wonderfully squidgy noise, before leaving the stage again. Moments later she is followed off by Tash, squelching audibly as she walks.
‘We’re down to three now and the end is in site. Two of you still have to suffer a similar fate to poor Tash there, however,’ Mike informs the remaining contestants. ‘Beth, it’s your turn to nominate.’
Obviously wanting to even things up between them all, Beth chooses Rachel.
‘Ok, Rachel, time for your first question. Which team won the Rugby League Challenge Cup seven years in a row in the late 80’s and early 90’s?’
After a few seconds without an answer Mike presses for an answer, ‘I’m afraid I’m going to take it as a pass if you don’t answer soon.’
‘I have no idea… Bradford?’ she replies.
‘It was Wigan, sorry.’
Without much hesitance Rachel takes off her socks and throws them off-stage.
‘Maybe you can get some revenge now, Rach. Who will you choose?’
With equal haste she responds, ‘Beth.’
‘Alright. Beth, to keep yourself in the game you must get this right. Nirvana’s first full length album was released under which name?’
‘Bleach.’
‘Correct. Well done! Rachel, it’s time to get re-acquainted with Pip.’
Once again the now infamous stagehand returns with a instrument of messy destruction. Rachel removes her top, showing her red bra which hides well-sized, firm breasts. As she drops her top to the floor Pip moves ahead of her and uses one hand to scoop out raspberry jelly from the bucket in her other. Taking a handful at a time she stuffs it into Rachel’s already bulging bra. After a minute or two she is left with red goo covering her tanned skin and an extra bounce in her now heaving brassier.
‘Moving on… Nat, your turn.’
‘I choose Rachel.’
‘Rachel, who were NiP’s opponent’s in the most famous CPL final of all time at the Speakeasy event in 2001?’
With a blank face she replies, ‘I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.’
‘The answer I was looking for is X3. Time to leave, sorry. Good-bye.’
Removing her bra as she goes, Rachel walks off stage. As the crowd cheers she decides to give them a little show on her way out. She tweaks her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers for a while then turns away from the audience and gives her butt a little spank. Finally she blows a kiss and exits the stage to rapturous applause.
‘So that leaves us with just two left: Natalie and Beth. It’s Beth’s turn to nominate which obviously means Natalie will be taking the next question. A correct answer will eliminate Beth in a messy fashion but an incorrect answer will mean she wins and Natalie will have to show us what we all want to see. So, without further ado, the final question: what Belgian beer, when translated into English, literally means ‘devil’?’
‘This is just a guess: Duvel?’ answers Natalie, nervously.
‘That guess just won you the game, congratulations! Commiserations to Beth but I’m sure the crowd will be happy, right guys?’
An affirmative cheer goes up from the crowd, which is mostly male it should be noted.
Turning away from the crowd for a moment, Beth unclips her bra and lets it drop to the floor. Leaving the male majority of the audience drooling over how incredible her ass looks in the black hot-pants she has on for a moment, she eventually turns round and bares her equally incredible breasts. Meanwhile, Pip slyly sneaks up behind the half-naked beauty. While she showboats to the crowd, Pip quickly tips a whole tub of ice-cream into the back of her underwear. Beth’s mouth forms an ‘o’ of shock as the freezing cold cream trickles down the back of her legs. Pip then puts the mostly empty tub on Beth’s head, causing shivers from the valiant loser and gives her gorgeous ass a little spank. For a grand finale, she smears the cream on her hand over Beth’s right boob, leaving a clammy white streak over one nipple.
‘Good night folks,’ says Mike.
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‘Hi ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the first ever exciting episode of Sticky Sports Show! We’ll have four lovely ladies baying for a chance to win our grand prize – an all expenses paid, trip to Japan! But first, they must tackle our messy games in order to earn that opportunity. So without further ado, let’s meet our four contestants for the night!’
The first contestant walks on stage wearing a tight red t-shirt and matching hot-pants. She stops in centre stage alongside the host, Mike. She wears a nervous-looking grin across her face but still looks hot with her dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin.
‘Welcome, welcome. Could you tell us your name and a bit about yourself please?’ says Mike encouragingly.
‘My name’s Rachel, I’m 20. I’m from Leeds and I’m a shop assistant for a major retailer.’
‘Fantastic!’ exclaimed Mike before pushing her gently to the side. ‘Can we have our next contestant please?’
A medium-height, slim woman with long brown hair enters the stage wearing a purple t-shirt and hot-pants, identical to the previous contestant. She looks a bit more comfortable as she stands aside Mike, opposite Rachel on the stage.
‘Hey! A little info about yourself if you’d be so kind, please?’
‘Hi. I’m Natasha. 19, from Barnsley where I’m currently a student, hoping to go onto a psychology degree next year,’ the attractive brunette replies.
‘I look forward to seeing you compete tonight, Tash. Can we bring on the next contestant please?’
The next contestant is slightly taller than the previous two and has medium-length blonde hair. She’s wearing the same tight-fitting outfit, this time in black.
‘Number three, what’s your name and where do you come from?’
‘My name’s Beth. I’m 23 and a secretary where I live in Coventry.’
‘Good stuff, take a step over there while I introduce the final contestant for tonight’s show,’ says Mike.
The final contestant saunters on stage wearing a blue t-shirt and hot-pants. She has longish black hair, which is tied in a pony tail over her deeply tanned shoulder.
‘Last but not least, tell us about yourself,’ demands Mike.
‘I’m Natalie. I’m 19 and I come from Manchester where I study business at university.’
‘Well that’s our contestants for you. I hope you guys are looking forward to them getting messy as much as I am! With that in mind, our contestants can head over to our first game while I explain the basic rules of the show.’
The four girls disappear behind the backdrop while the stage-hands set up the first game on the other side of the studio. Mike takes centre stage by himself and begins his explanation.
‘Our four fabulous contestants will compete in four messy and fun-filled games. For each of these games, the winner will receive fifty points, the runner-up will receive twenty-five points. The loser, of course, gets nothing but a forfeit. But Mike, I hear you cry, that’s only three contestants! The fourth contestant will be a ‘better’. Each one will take a turn at betting on the winner of an event. Bets cost ten points and cannot be refused but fifty points will be awarded for a correct bet, as well as the ten points lost in the first place. However, if the better is wrong she loses her ten points and shares the same fate as the loser of the round: a forfeit. This forfeit will mean that the contestant has to complete the next game in only their underwear! The two with the most points after all four rounds will go on to our grand finale, which will be explained at the time. Anyway, that about sums it up and it looks like we’re ready for the first round so let’s head over to the first game, Swamp Swimming!’
The camera pans across to show a shallow pool, about four feet deep, filled to the brim with what appears to be mud. The four girls stand side-by-side at one end where Mike is heading towards. He stands just to the right of the row of girls.
‘Our first game is a race. That pool is filled with gooey, swampy water with soil and mud on the surface. As you can probably tell, it’s thick. There are three lanes, one for each contestant and the objective is to see who can make it to the end and climb out of the pool first be it by swimming, walking or crawling if you’re that way inclined. First, however, we must decide who is going to sit this one out,’ explains Mike, taking a pack of cards out and shuffling them for a moment.
‘Rachel, if you’d like to pick a card, the highest value between the four of you gets to bet. Aces high.’
She picks out a card, then Mike moves on to the next contestant, Tash. He moves right on down the line and then indicates for them to show it to him and the cameras. Rachel reveals an eight, Tash a Queen, Beth a three and finally, Natalie picks out a nine.
‘Looks like you’re betting first Tash, so who’re you going to pick?’ asks Mike.
‘I think Beth looks like she’s pretty athletic, I’ll go for her,’ she replies as the girls get into position on the edge of the pool behind Tash and Mike.
‘Well that means you start off on minus ten points but there’s plenty of time for you to make that back. It looks like your all ready so can we have a countdown from the audience please?’
‘3! 2! 1! Go!’ they shout collectively as the girls plunge into the mucky pool. Natalie gets the best start and dived a long way into the pool but Rachel is making ground quick. Beth, on the other hand, is a good meter or so behind the pair of them. She is looking less that comfortable in the thick mud and seems more concerned with keeping her hair out of the mud than progressing down the pool. As Natalie reaches the half-way, Rachel is right up with her, slowly wading through the mire which clings to their skimpy clothing. Beth is little over a quarter of the way along by now and is pulling faces every time she takes a step. The mud is clearly bugging her and getting into places that she’s less than comfortable with. All three girls are covered almost entirely. Only their necks and heads stay above the surface of the mud which is pouring into their t-shirts and coating them from head-to-shoulder.
After nearly five minutes, Natalie and Rachel are approaching the finish, with Beth just past halfway. Natalie has maintained her lead but Rachel is almost right alongside her now as they reach the end. Natalie pulls herself up, out of the pool. Mud oozes over her legs and the suction from it almost pulls her shorts down. Rachel follows her closely but fails to overtake her. She pulls herself out, just seconds after Natalie. The mud pulls her hot-pants down a little as well and mud oozes out under her t-shirt. Both girls are covered in the stuff. Beth reaches the finish another minute later. She pulls herself out and the mud flows down her body too, sliding down over her legs.
Mike is there waiting for them. ‘Congratulations Natalie, you look exhausted. How was it?’
‘The mud is really thick,’ she replies. ‘It was hard work and it really gets everywhere and I mean everywhere.’
‘Well I hope it was worth it in the long-run, you just earned yourself fifty points. Well done. Now you go and get changed while get a rundown of the scores so far. George!’
‘After that impressive win, Natalie has fifty points, Mike. Rachel put up a good fight but she only manages twenty-five points. Beth finished last, so she has zero points and a forfeit for the next round. Tash also has a forfeit and she has minus-ten points after betting on the wrong person,’ says an authoritative sounding voice over the speakers in the studio.
‘Now then ladies,’ says Mike to Beth and Tash, who are stood either side of him. ‘You owe us a forfeit for the next round. So run along and get changed into your undies please while we set the stage for round two!’
The girls go off to get cleaned-up and changed (or unchanged) as the camera settles on Mike for a moment or two again while stuff is set-up on the other side of the studio.
‘Our next game will involve a whole bunch of buckets and yet more mess. Each contestant will have to test the substance in five different buckets and then tell us what it is. If they get it right, they will receive ten points. If they get it wrong, they will get the bucket over their head. Simple enough, right? So let’s head over here and get things started.’
Mike walks over to the freshly clothed girls. Tash and Beth stand there looking slightly embarrassed in their purple and black underwear respectively. Tash is slightly the less embarrassed of the two if only because Beth looks mortified. She’s used to being the centre of attention but not in this way, she’s trying to cover herself up but knows that more mess probably awaits her. Natalie, in her blue hot-pants and t-shirt is off to one side slightly. Mike approaches her first.
‘You’ve got a well deserved rest this time, Natalie. So who will you be betting for?’ he asks her.
‘Well I think Tash will want to get herself on the board this time but I think Rachel knows her foodstuffs. I’ll pick Rachel,’ is her reply.
‘Well Tash, you and Beth look pretty fine we’ll see how much better you look covered in mess. Tash, you’re up first.’
The stagehand, a young woman, wanders on stage holding a blindfold and a bucket. She puts the bucket down a distance away from Tash so she can’t see its contents, before placing the blindfold over her eyes. The stagehand then goes back for the bucket and approaches the scantily clad, blindfolded Tash. She directs Tash’s hand into the bucket. Tash sinks her hand right to the bottom and has a good feel around. Clearly, the mess doesn’t bother her too much. After a few seconds she pulls her hand back out, covered in something slimy and green (although she doesn’t know that it’s green of course).
‘Erm… was it some kind of soap or something?’ she hazards.
‘Ooh,’ says Mike. ‘I’ll be generous and give you that one I guess, it was fairy liquid.’
The hand approaches Tash again with a different bucket. Tash delves right down to the bottom again and has a good feel around. She brings her hand out again, looking a bit more uncertain this time.
‘I think it was like toffee or caramel. Caramel, yea.’
‘You’re on the right lines Tash but I’m afraid that doesn’t cut it in this game. It was actually molten chocolate. Let her have it, Pip.’
The stagehand, Pip, picks the bucket up above Tash’s head. Tash cringes at this but doesn’t move out of the way. Pip tips the bucket and a steady stream of runny, white chocolate coats her head and flows over her barely-covered body. By the time the flow stops, Tash’s head and shoulders are a mess of runny white chocolate. Her hair is matted to her face and some of the chocolate has managed to pool between her breasts. Our ever vigilant stagehand picks up the next bucket.
‘One from two so far, let’s see how you do this time,’ says Mike.
She delves one again into the bucket. This time she shrieks aloud when her hands hits the surface. It’s cold and she instantly knows what it is.
‘Ice-cream!’
‘You’re finally positive on the scoreboard,’ Mike informs her. ‘An easy one was it?’
‘Just a bit,’ she confirms.
Pip brings over another bucket and hols it aloft for Tash. She puts her hand in reluctantly and slowly. Once she discovers that it’s not so cold again she wiggles her hand around the bucket. It’s thin and slimy and she can’t figure out what it is. After about a minute or so, she pulls her hand back out again.
‘I’m really not sure,’ she says. ‘But is it eggs?’
‘It certainly is, that’s another ten points.’
Pip brings over the fifth bucket and holds it in place for Tash to investigate. She dives her hand into it and gropes the bottom of the bucket. Again it feels slightly cold but it’s thicker than the ice-cream and harder to place. Some sticks to her hand when she lifts it out of the bucket.
‘I hate to be boring guys, but I’m pretty sure that was yoghurt.’
‘Well Tash, the audience won’t like it but you’re right again. That’s forty points from a possible fifty, giving you a total of thirty points overall and giving you a good chance to win the round. Go and take a seat over there while we bring on the next contestant.’
Rachel steps up to the centre of the stage and stands besides Mike whilst Tash heads in the opposite direction, taking off the blindfold as she does so. She is handed her own blindfold by Pip, which she puts on.
‘Right, I’m sure you weren’t cheating by hearing what Tash had, since we gave u all headphones, but it won’t do you any good even if you were,’ Mike informs her. ‘We wouldn’t be stupid enough to keep them in the same order would we? Best of luck to you, here’s your first bucket.’
Up steps Pip with the first bucket in her hand. She guides Rachel’s hand into it, which recoils when she first touches the surface of the liquid within. After a second she braces herself and dips her hand right in the bucket and has a feel around. Another few seconds pass before she pulls her hand back out and announces: ‘It was cold gravy.’
‘I’m afraid not,’ Mike apologises. ‘It was actually eggs. Sorry.’
With that, Pip lifts the bucket over Rachel’s head. She waits a second for effect then upends the whole bucket, covering Rachel completely in the slimy yellow liquid. It fountains off the top of her curly, strawberry-blonde hair and flows down her body, seeping through her t-shirt slightly, before spilling on to the floor.
Pip comes over with the second bucket, giving Rachel little time to recover. Again, she holds it out for Rachel to investigate, which she does. This substance feels much thicker than the last, and somewhat warmer. She takes her hand out and asks, ‘Is it melted chocolate?’
‘Molten white chocolate it is: absolutely right. Well done Rachel.’
A third bucket is quickly brought on. Rachel’s conservative approach to the first bucket would have served her well this time round. She squeals and yanks her hand out of the bucket immediately after coming in contact with its contents. This one was cold, very cold. Immediately, she’s sure she knows what it is and keeps her hand well out of the bucket.
‘Ice-cream,’ she says, plaintively.
‘Correct.’
Pip dashes off-stage to swap buckets once more. This time she returns with a bucket full of yoghurt. Rachel guesses this one wrong and Pip lifts the bucket above Rachel’s cleavage. Resting the brim of the bucket on her large chest, she tips the bucket upwards and empties its sticky contents all over Rachel’s breasts. Some of it pools atop her impressive boobs but the majority of the clammy yoghurt splatters on the floor around her feet after a few seconds. Upon returning with the final bucket, she holds it in position again for Rachel to investigate. This time it’s filled with fairy liquid and Rachel figures this out straight away almost.
‘I used to work in a restaurant,’ she states. ‘I know what that stuff feels like.’
‘Excellent, Rachel! You got three buckets correct, which gives you thirty points and a total of fifty-five. Off you go and bring on Beth!’
Beth steps up on stage in her sexy, black underwear which matches Tash’s. She looks nervous and exposed but very attractive as she takes centre stage next to Mike. She is quickly surrounded by him and Pip, who has in her hand the blindfold and the first bucket, just out of view of Beth.
‘No need to look nervous,’ said Mike reassuringly. ‘You look great and the audience loves you. Now pop that little blindfold on and we’ll make a start.’
Reluctantly, she puts on the blindfold and looks as though she’s mentally trying to cover herself without actually doing so. She forces her hand into the first bucket, squirming slightly as it comes into contact with the contents of the bucket. Unfortunately for her, it contained ice-cream. This was unfortunate because she thought it contained cold yoghurt. She didn’t look too happy when Mike told her this. Pip heartlessly raises the bucket above Beth’s head and starts to tip. She allows a moment to pause for effect then lets the molten ice-cream ooze out of the bucket, slowly. The trickle hits Beth’s head and she squeals, visibly recoiling from the cream but she takes her punishment. The flow ceases after a few seconds and Beth is left coated in the stuff, practically shivering. The thick, gooey liquid has pooled in her exposed bra and traced a path down her stomach, over her panties and on to the floor.
Pip returns after a moment with the second bucket. This time Beth is a little more cautious putting her hand in but the bucket contains something a little warmer this time. She correctly identifies the chocolate and Pip switches the bucket again. This time, Beth places her hand into the thick liquid soap and has no idea what it is. She guesses, incorrectly, that it’s eggs. Pip then lifts the bucket up to Beth’s black bikini and rests it on the middle section. After a second, she tips the whole thing down Beth’s stomach and the thick green liquid oozes over her exposed and ice-cream covered skin, to the ground, joining a whole host of other substances there.
The fourth bucket does contain eggs but Beth doesn’t realise this. She finds out her mistake after guessing that it is gravy – seemingly a common mistake – as Pip moves another bucket. This time however, she only lifts it to waist height and pulls the front of Beths briefs away from her stomach. Beth squeals as the slimy eggs flow rapidly into her underwear. Luckily for her, the flow quickly ends, leaving her sensitive areas soaked in the yellow egg yolks and a further dribble down the insides of her legs, leading down to the rapidly growing mess on the floor.
The final bucket contains yoghurt and Beth needs to get it right in order to draw with Rachel. Unfortunately for her, she has absolutely no idea what it contains. Pip takes the bucket behind Beth and lifts it again to waist height. She tips the brim of the bucket inside the back of Beth’s panties and the yoghurt slowly but surely fills them up. It takes a while for the bucket to empty but when it does, her panies are overflowing with the thick, gooey white yoghurt. Just for good measure, Pip slaps her bum before removing the blindfold, causing a wave of yoghurt to spurt out over the waistband, flowing down the back of her legs and covering the only bare skin left on her half-naked body.
‘Oh dear,’ says Mike. ‘That wasn’t very good at all was it Beth? You managed just one correct bucket, which means you only get ten points but more importantly, it means you’re in your undies for the next game too. Hard lines.’
Beth, looking humiliated, slumps off-stage to get cleaned up for the next round whilst the adverts come on and the “real” stagehands get to work, clearing up the mess. As the ad-break ends, Mike asks for the scores so far.
‘Well Mike,’ booms the studio voice. ‘Tash won that round with an impressive four out of five. That puts her on thirty points. Rachel was a close runner-up with three buckets correct, adding to her previous score of twenty-five to give her a total of fifty-five and the overall lead so far. Beth was last with just one bucket, giving her a measly total of ten points which puts her in last place on the board. Natalie bet wrong and that means she’s down to forty points and will be taking a forfeit in the next round, along with Beth.’
‘Forunately for you, Beth, you’re betting this time around so you’re spared from parading yourself around too much. However, I must say you look quite fetching. Natalie, you’ll be competing in this game in your equally fetching blue underwear. Very nice.’
All three girls walk out into the middle of the stage whilst the stagehands sort out the next set, just off camera. Natalie looks great in her dark blue bra and panties with her pony-tailed black hair falling over her shoulder. Tash is back in her purple t-shirt, amplifying her already impressive bust, and her particularly tight hot-pants which look stunning on her beautiful ass. Finally, Rachel follows them on with her red t-shirt and equally tight hot-pants, looking almost as good as Tash.
‘Now then ladies, this game should take you all back to your youths,’ announces Mike. ‘We’re going to play slides, only these slides are rather different from what you’ll be used to.’ The camera pans briefly away to what appear to be three normal slides with a long flat part at the end. Suddenly, a jet of yellow liquid squirts up and then disappears again before the camera changes back to Mike and the girls.
‘The idea of this game is simply to see who can slide the furthest. The further you slide, the less intense the streams of custard. This might seem irrelevant, but you will have to sit in place until everyone has slid so you won’t want to be sat on one of the jets near the start, trust me,’ Mike says, knowingly. ‘Now, since Natalie bet wrong, she can go first, followed by Rachel. But before we start, we need you to make a bet, Beth.’
The camera pans over to a semi-naked Beth who answers, ‘I’ll bet on Natalie, she seems like quite a physical person.’
‘Ok, let’s see how she does. You’re up first Natalie, do Beth proud.’
An underwear-clad Natalie takes her position at the head of one slide and prepares herself. There are several small holes in the slides where the custard will obviously stream from. To give the girls a helping hand, the slide is already lubricated with a little of the stodgy custard. She readies herself for a moment before throwing herself down the slide, head first on her front.
The thick yellow goo adheres itself to her body as she slides over its sticky surface. Almost instantly, she reaches the bottom of the slope, splashing through a pool of slimy custard. She continues to slide on along the flat section for quite a distance, coating her gorgeous body in the gloop. Eventually, she comes to a halt, quite a way down the slide, which gives her a pretty good chance of winning. Now, she must lay in her custard-covered underwear until the others have finished. Thankfully for her, she just managed to avoid being sat on one of the jets but she still feels less than comfortable about her exposed situation, especially with her pert little bum stuck up in the air, covered only by a blue thong and a lot of custard.
‘A fantastic slide from Natalie,’ says Mike. ‘Let’s see if Rachel can top it.’
Rachel takes her position on the slide next to Natalie’s and prepares herself. She takes a more orthodox approach, preferring to sit down and push off with her hands. She clearly doesn’t pick up the same amount of speed as Natalie did and she begins to slow down shortly after hitting the flat section. Custard spurts up between her legs, covering them, until eventually she stops, quite a long way behind Natalie and, unfortunately, right on one of the jets. As if to compound her misery, a blast of the thick stuff shoots right up around the inside of her thighs. Hurry up, Tash, she thinks to herself. I’d rather not sit on this thing all day.
‘Oh dear, it’s not looking too good for Rachel. Let’s see if Tash can do any better. Off you go!’
Tash also takes a sitting position but manages a much stronger push than Rachel’s. She flies along the slope and hits the flat section with a splash of yellow. She begins to slow as the thick custard stick to her and coats her shapely legs but manages to pass Rachel who is still suffering from the humiliation of having a custard jet attacking her sensitive parts on live TV. Eventually Tash comes to a halt, far ahead of Rachel but behind Natalie by a pretty large distance. She pulls herself up, custard oozing over her body and dripping from the back of her saturated hot-pants, and makes her way back to wear Mike is stood. The other girls follow in their various states of dress. Natalie looks fantastic with the custard utterly covering her dark, exposed skin of which there is a lot on show. Rachel looks understandably embarrassed and has a damp patch between her legs where the custard was torturing her. She too is coated in slimy yellow goo.
‘Looks like Natalie wins again with a very impressive slide. I’m sure Beth will be happy for her too as she avoids a forfeit this time around. Rachel, on the other hand, will go into the final round in her underwear but, before we begin, can we have the scores, please?’
‘That win for Natalie has given her a big lead going into the final round with ninety points. A successful bet for Beth means that she now occupies second place with sixty points. A poor slide from Rachel means that she and Tash are tied for third place, both having fifty-five points.’
‘Well,’ says Mike. ‘It’s all to play for in the final round – Penalties. Our better this round, Rachel, will play the role of goal-keeper. The other girls will have three penalties worth twenty points each for a goal but a miss will give Rachel the points.’
A five-a-side sized goal is brought on stage and placed just behind the girls and Mike. Rachel removes her top and shorts while this is happening, just off camera but in full view of the audience, revealing an impressive bust and wonderfully toned body. She walks back in front of the camera and stands in front of the goal.
‘Looks like our keeper’s ready. Why don’t real footballers look this good?’ asks Mike with a little snigger. ‘Our winner from last round gets to go first, best of luck, Natalie.’
Natalie, who is now back in her blue hot-pants and t-shirt, is handed a ball as she steps up to the fake grass and places it on the penalty spot, a few feet in front of Rachel in goal. She takes a few steps back before kicking the ball as hard as she can manage in the general direction of goal. It thunders into the crossbar and across the line, leaving Rachel stood motionless between the sticks.
‘Great strike, if a little fortunate,’ says Mike. ‘Twenty points.’
A new ball is handed over which Natalie places on the spot again. Taking the attitude that if it ain’t broke it shouldn’t be fixed, she steps up and belts it as hard as possible once more. This time, however, she is not so lucky. Again, it hits the crossbar, but this time it rebounds up into the air and disappears off stage somewhere.
‘Owch, let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen.’
A third is handed over and placed firmly in front of Natalie. This time she decides to take a more careful approach and slots it in the bottom corner like a pro.
‘A pretty decent round for Natalie gives her another forty points but that miss gives Rachel twenty. Now it’s your turn Tash – good luck.’
Tash receives her first ball and puts it on the spot. After contemplating a course of action for a moment she too boots the ball as hard as she can manage. Rachel is barely able to move before it’s rippling the back of the net. Seconds later a second ball is handed to her. She tries to place it in the bottom left corner but Rachel makes a good diving save down to her right-hand side (giving the camera a great view as her breasts fight to escape the skimpy red bra).
‘Nice save, Rachel! Last shot now – make it count.’
This time, Tash resorts to her original tactic and fires it goalwards with venom. Rachel manages to get a hand to it but is unable to stop it from making the net bulge again.
‘Forty points for Tash too, as well as another twenty for our classy keeper. Beth needs all three to finish second, let’s see what she can do.’
Finally back in her black outfit, Beth steps up and places her first ball on the penalty spot. She takes one step back and side-foots it towards the bottom left corner. There isn’t nearly enough power behind it though and Rachel stops it easily with her foot this time.
‘Not a good start. You can do better than that, surely.’
Determined to prove him right, Beth hammers the next one into the top right hand corner. Rachel is left standing yet again while Beth’s score is increased by twenty, giving her a total of eighty.
‘That’s more like it,’ says Mike. ‘Two out of three, maybe?’
Beth grits her teeth and decides to smash it again. She keeps it a little lower and Rachel, once again, is left no chance as the ball nests in the back of the goal
‘That was a great penalty but I’m afraid it won’t do you any good for the final game: you finished third overall. While we set up, here’s how the final game works…’
The camera pans around the audience and the studio a little as George’s voice blasts out of the speakers: ‘This game is all about humiliating your opponents in order to win. Each contestant takes it in turn to nominate another for a question. If they answer that question incorrectly, they will remove an item of clothing – the last one to bare her breasts is the winner. If the answer is correct, however, the nominator will receive a messy forfeit and will remove an item of clothing. In order to keep the advantage of the previous rounds, each contestant will be giving more clothing depending on their final position.
‘In this game, Natasha will be wearing the outfit she has worn all night, meaning she has little room for error. Beth will be given a bra, allowing a little more leverage, so to speak. Rachel will also be given a bra but she will have a pair of socks too. Finally, our winner, Natalie, will have both of these and the luxury of a pair of trainers. Good luck, girls!’
‘Thank-you, George. We’re just about ready over here,’ announces Mike. ‘Since Tash has the least chance of winning she will be allowed to go first so who’s it to be?’
‘I nominate Natalie,’ she replies’
‘Ok, Natalie. What’s the name of Audioslave’s latest album?’
‘Oh God, I have no idea. Sorry.’
‘Well I’m afraid it’s time to remove some clothing. Take it off!’
Predictably, the nineteen year-old starts in the most neutral of area’s and removes her trainers, leaving her no more exposed than she already was, in her matching blue socks.
‘Beth: who do you nominate?’
‘Natalie.’
Clearly the girls had a strategy: eliminate the biggest threat and then fight between themselves. Natalie looked a little worried by this but knew she was still in the ascendancy if she could get this one right.
‘What is the name of the best-selling author of Digital Fortress, amongst others?’
‘Isn’t it Dan Brown?’
‘That’s correct! Beth, it’s time to strip and forfeit,’ declares Mike with a glint in his eye.
The willing stagehand, Pip, comes on-stage with a huge cream and custard pie in her hand as Beth lifts her black top over her head, revealing once more her impressive bust, shielded only by a plain black bra. Pip slaps the pie straight into her victim’s face, covering her face completely, blinding her and sending cream and custard spraying out over her boobs. After twisting the pie, Pip removes the casing and exits the stage, leaving an embarrassed Beth to clear her vision and wipe the runny mixture off her breasts.
‘I’ve suddenly come over with an unnatural urge for pie, strange,’ comments Mike. ‘Who’s it to be, Rachel?’
‘Natalie again,’ is the reply’
‘Popular tonight aren’t we. Which event in American history, popularised in a recent movie, led to America’s introduction in World war two?’
‘Um… Black Hawk Down?’ she replies.
‘It was, in fact, Pearl Harbour, sorry. You know what to do.’
After Natalie takes off her socks, she finally has time for some vengeance. She answers almost before Mike even manages to speak.
‘Beth!’
‘Ok. Beth, what is the capital city of Mexico?’
‘I haven’t done Geography in ten years, no idea.’
‘Not even a guess? You’re out if you get this one wrong.’
‘Hmm… Mexico City?’ she replies, looking desperate.
‘Great guess,’ says Mike. ‘It’s a forfeit for you I’m afraid, Natalie.’
Pip enters the shot again, carrying a bucket in both hands. The unlucky contestant lifts her top over her head to reveal to the more fortunate audience a matching blue bra which just about hides her glorious, deeply-tanned breasts. The stagehand lifts the bucket to neck height and sends a torrent of rice pudding streaming over Natalie’s glorious cleavage, down her chest, over her belly and onto the floor, leaving a streak of rice-speckled cream all over her exposed skin.
‘Back to the start again. Tash, who’s it to be this time?’
‘I’ll take Natalie again, please.’
‘Ok, Natalie, to put Tash out of the game: which company created the famous ‘Stratocaster’ guitar?’
‘I think it’s Fender isn’t it?’
‘Indeed it is, sorry Tash but it’s time to show us the goods,’ Mike announces with a grin.
Looking disappointed more than embarrassed Tash peels off her purple top to reveal a fantastic pair of perfectly formed breasts. After a second spent in admiration the host remembers himself and picks up his jaw. The ever-ready stagehand enters with a bucket of custard and moves behind her next victim. Closing her eyes and putting on a brave face, Tash readies herself for the impending penalty. Pip unceremoniously tips the whole bucket into the back of Tash’s panties. Some oozes down the back of her smooth legs but the majority of it stays right in her underwear. Pip gives her cute butt a slap, making a wonderfully squidgy noise, before leaving the stage again. Moments later she is followed off by Tash, squelching audibly as she walks.
‘We’re down to three now and the end is in site. Two of you still have to suffer a similar fate to poor Tash there, however,’ Mike informs the remaining contestants. ‘Beth, it’s your turn to nominate.’
Obviously wanting to even things up between them all, Beth chooses Rachel.
‘Ok, Rachel, time for your first question. Which team won the Rugby League Challenge Cup seven years in a row in the late 80’s and early 90’s?’
After a few seconds without an answer Mike presses for an answer, ‘I’m afraid I’m going to take it as a pass if you don’t answer soon.’
‘I have no idea… Bradford?’ she replies.
‘It was Wigan, sorry.’
Without much hesitance Rachel takes off her socks and throws them off-stage.
‘Maybe you can get some revenge now, Rach. Who will you choose?’
With equal haste she responds, ‘Beth.’
‘Alright. Beth, to keep yourself in the game you must get this right. Nirvana’s first full length album was released under which name?’
‘Bleach.’
‘Correct. Well done! Rachel, it’s time to get re-acquainted with Pip.’
Once again the now infamous stagehand returns with a instrument of messy destruction. Rachel removes her top, showing her red bra which hides well-sized, firm breasts. As she drops her top to the floor Pip moves ahead of her and uses one hand to scoop out raspberry jelly from the bucket in her other. Taking a handful at a time she stuffs it into Rachel’s already bulging bra. After a minute or two she is left with red goo covering her tanned skin and an extra bounce in her now heaving brassier.
‘Moving on… Nat, your turn.’
‘I choose Rachel.’
‘Rachel, who were NiP’s opponent’s in the most famous CPL final of all time at the Speakeasy event in 2001?’
With a blank face she replies, ‘I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.’
‘The answer I was looking for is X3. Time to leave, sorry. Good-bye.’
Removing her bra as she goes, Rachel walks off stage. As the crowd cheers she decides to give them a little show on her way out. She tweaks her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers for a while then turns away from the audience and gives her butt a little spank. Finally she blows a kiss and exits the stage to rapturous applause.
‘So that leaves us with just two left: Natalie and Beth. It’s Beth’s turn to nominate which obviously means Natalie will be taking the next question. A correct answer will eliminate Beth in a messy fashion but an incorrect answer will mean she wins and Natalie will have to show us what we all want to see. So, without further ado, the final question: what Belgian beer, when translated into English, literally means ‘devil’?’
‘This is just a guess: Duvel?’ answers Natalie, nervously.
‘That guess just won you the game, congratulations! Commiserations to Beth but I’m sure the crowd will be happy, right guys?’
An affirmative cheer goes up from the crowd, which is mostly male it should be noted.
Turning away from the crowd for a moment, Beth unclips her bra and lets it drop to the floor. Leaving the male majority of the audience drooling over how incredible her ass looks in the black hot-pants she has on for a moment, she eventually turns round and bares her equally incredible breasts. Meanwhile, Pip slyly sneaks up behind the half-naked beauty. While she showboats to the crowd, Pip quickly tips a whole tub of ice-cream into the back of her underwear. Beth’s mouth forms an ‘o’ of shock as the freezing cold cream trickles down the back of her legs. Pip then puts the mostly empty tub on Beth’s head, causing shivers from the valiant loser and gives her gorgeous ass a little spank. For a grand finale, she smears the cream on her hand over Beth’s right boob, leaving a clammy white streak over one nipple.
‘Good night folks,’ says Mike.
