"That looked fun."
"That was humiliating!" My girlfriend tried to towel her hair dry as pink and green goo clung to it, wrapping herself in the pristine dressing gown. "Just the worst."
The last six months had been a whirlwind. From playing pubs and clubs, Kate had suddenly exploded on Spotify and landed a record contract. Now she was big enough to be attracting interest from breakfast shows and Saturday morning gameshows, like this one. I was just along for the ride.
"Great job, Ms Smith," one of the runners said, giving her a thumbs up now the cameras had stopped rolling. "Your dressing room's all ready - you'll be able to get cleaned up in there."
And boy did she need it. The tank had given her an absolute drenching, covering her pretty slim form in gallons of gunge until she was borderline unrecognisable. She laughed gamely and put on a shocked face of disbelief, but I could tell she definitely didn't want to repeat it. Me on the otherhand
"Have I ever told you that you look good in green?"
"Shut up you, or I'll give you a nice big hug," she taunted me back.
We closed the dressing room door behind us, and I immediately pulled her close, lifting her up onto the table.
"Careful, you'll get it on you too," she murmured.
I ignored her, kissing her slime-covered lips deeply and feeling her body through the dressing gown. My hands slipped under it. "What was it like when you knew you were getting gunged?"
"Um, terrifiying," she said, enjoying the attention. She gasped a little as I kissed all along her neck. "I kept thinking whether there was anyway I could get out of it, but it was all live TV. I was trapped. I just had to walk into that tank knowing what would happen"
With difficulty, I pulled her sticky top off. Fortunately, she was just wearing a skirt which I could push up. She kicked off her ruined boots.
"Did it feel like a long time?"
"Oh, so long." She unbuttoned my jeans and liked what she found there. "So long."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Uh huh." Her hands stroked along my back as I caressed her breasts.
"I was really hoping you'd get gunged when we came here today."
"I bet you were"
Then her panties were pushed aside and I was inside her, the table the perfect height for us. She gave a loud groan and threw her head back. At the start of the show, she'd been as stunning as the makeup department could make her, which was pretty damn stunning. Now, her hair and face were completely ruined. She'd just had to sit there and take it as the streams of gunge were unleashed down, obliterating her appearance
"Did you enjoy it?" I whispered.
"No. No. No," she moaned, but it sounded like she wanted to saywas yes, yes, yes. Her top half was bare now apart from the slime that still clung to her - only a shower was getting that out. I replayed those wonderful seconds when she'd been transformed from popstar to pornstar in my mind.
"God you are so hot," I murmured.
She begged: "Show me how much you liked it."
With a final thrust, I spent my load inside her, and we were both left gasping and sweaty (or in her case, slimey.) I helped her down, and she peeled off her remaining clothes before wrapping a towel around her.
"Well that makes up for my experience," she said, with a kiss on my cheek.
There was a knock on the door then and we both froze, wondering if our escapades had been heard. It was only the runner again though.
"Uh, Ms Smith? The producers won't to know if you'd like to go in the gunge tank again to do a quick clip for social media? Once you're cleaned up, obviously."
Kate looked at me with a mischevious grin. "What do you reckon? Should I do it?"