It was a Saturday night, circa August 1995. The long hot summer continued and so did my new job at the club. It was purely voluntary, but it had its' benefits. From an initial shock gunging taking part in a silly competition, I was now a regular act on a Saturday night and playing the stooge was both sexy and fun. I loved the build-up and the excitement of not knowing what they had planned for me. TV gungings were all the rage and shows like "Get Your Own Back" and "Noel's House Party" were very popular as celebrities lined up for a messy humiliation in front of millions of viewers. My audience was growing and the club was drawing more punters in when I performed, much to the delight of the management.

On this particular night I shared the bill with a sexy male stripper. I was the warm-up act and I was on stage at a much earlier time of 9pm. The management had installed a large gunge tank on the stage and it was disguised by a tall black screen. In rehearsals during the week I had sat in the tank, but did not know at that stage what type of gunge was going to be suspended above my head. Unknown to me at the time, my messy fate had already been decided.

They announced me and I appeared on stage wearing just a pair of tight white boxers made of thin cotton which went completely see-thru when wet. The screen was removed and the audience went wild at the sight of the tank. I was invited to take a seat inside it and nervously looked up at the opening above my head. The crowd were told they could vote to decide my messy fate and were given three options to choose from:

1. TV Gunge
2. School Dinners
3. A Trifle Messy

Votes would be cast in a booth next to the bar and the results declared at 10pm. In the meantime I would sit in the gunge tank as the clubbers were dancing below me. I felt a bit awkward at first and just looked down at the floor, but then got into the music and was enjoying watching the crowd from my elevated position. I left the tank for toilet breaks and to cast my own vote, which felt kind of odd. As I was voting several guys asked me what I preferred and I said I didn't mind as either way I was getting messy! They joked and said they had all chosen School Dinners. I smiled and said I was glad I had washed my hair especially for the occasion!

Ten o'clock soon came and I was in the tank for the results. The audience had voted overwhelmingly for School Dinners, which unknown to them had been my choice too! I was ready for it and was on my feet as the lever was pulled releasing the contents of the large vat above the tank. There was a loud gushing noise and suddenly I was hit by a deluge of smelly slop. The force of it nearly knocked me off my feet and the crowd were shocked at the amount which completely covered me. I shampooed the mess into my immaculately styled hair and rubbed it under my armpits and all over my body. I had returned to my natural light brown shade and it was straight with a fringe. My hair became heavy and wet and was plastered to my head. I tilted my head back and let the slop cover my face. The kitchen staff had been collecting leftover food for several days and I was treated to such delights as tinned spaghetti, meat pie, mashed potato, gravy, cold soup, ketchup, mushy peas, rice pudding, semolina, custard, baked beans, egg, tinned tomatoes, curry sauce, cooking oil and chip fat. I was so excited at this yukky humiliation that I pulled my boxers down and wanked like crazy. I was pressed up against the glass at the front of the tank and the audience got a full frontal. More food landed on me and I was now completely plastered from head to toe. I could not hold back any longer as my cock exploded in big bursts of hot cum which sprayed all down the front of the tank. I shuddered and felt the instant shame of my very public orgasm. The crowd were going wild as I emerged from the tank, an absolute mess, but still as hard as a rock and wanting more.

The bar staff were lined up with buckets of custard which they all threw over me. I slipped in the large pool of slop which was escaping from the tank and ended up rolling about in it, butt naked. The lights went out on the stage and I escaped down the steps at the rear where my boyfriend was waiting with towels. I headed to the shower to clean myself up as in less than half an hour I would be joining the stripper as part of his act........