Fiona's Charity Messy Challenge
Fiona's exploits at the football match were the talk of the office the Monday afterwards, and she took it all in good part. Opinion was divided as to whether her team mates had been unfair to her, but the overriding view was that the day had been a huge success. Over 300.00 had been raised for a good cause, and a good part of this had been through sponsoring all the players' shirts and shorts, when it was decided that they would have a kick about in the thick mud and water. Several of those who had not attended wished that they had been there to join in the fun, and those who had been there would not have missed it for anything. There were some pictures taken of the kick about in progress, but none of Fiona's ritual mudding afterwards. Fiona appeared only as a distant, tiny figure in these pictures, although her kit (which was bright and shiny) stood out against the background and contrasted with everyone else in view, because all the other players were grey and filthy. Someone pinned this up on the social club notice board, with the caption written underneath Fiona before the mud! The local amateur club who had loaned the kits beforehand decided that they did not want them back, as they had signed new sponsors themselves for the new season, and they looked forward to playing in the new colours and logos provided. Fiona was surprised by how well her kit washed, Tony had been right about this being a test of washing powder! She soaked it overnight, and then gave it a warm machine wash in the recommended way. The fabric came out clean and crisp, the shorts were as good as new, although the shirt wasn't quite as bright white as before. Then she washed it again, for good measure.
The social club committee now kept Tony and Fiona very much in their minds for any future events. They intended to have some sort of event roughly every month, between now and Christmas, to raise more funds for their chosen charity. They discussed what to do next month, in September. Various worthy ideas came forward, including baking, craft sales and a social evening. All these would take a considerable amount of organizing and preparation. What they wanted now was an idea for something which could be quickly arranged and would not require too many people. Someone remembered that six months ago, the local TV station had broadcast a live piece on the news when several individuals had taken an ice bath, in the local shopping centre. This event had attracted lots of interest, and raised a huge amount of money. Why don't we do that again? someone asked. Ice baths, bean baths, custard baths, messy stocks, all sorts of ideas suddenly came forward. All we need really is a suitable location, a few volunteers and lots of mess! summarized the chairman. The plan was agreed and investigations began.
They decided to hold the messy event on site, because there were some facilities available for individuals to clean themselves and change, and management allowed the use of the car park. There would be good publicity for the company, as their brand image and titles would be in the background of any press or other photographs. Most importantly, if the event was held, at say 3:30 pm on a Friday, for an hour or so, almost everyone could attend as they were leaving the office. Everyone would be in a good mood and this would maximize potential donations. No-one could immediately acquire a bath tub or portable pool so soon, but a children's paddling pool was available. It was agreed that each victim would sit on a plastic chair in the pool, and members of staff would then pay to pour all sorts of vile substances over them, so eventually filling the pool. They had a water supply available, to help with clearing up the mess afterwards.
A call went out to all staff to bring in any outdated foodstuffs, especially tins, tubes and bottles, and enquiries were made to local food stores. The stores generally managed their stocks very closely, and kept within dates, but a couple of boxes of out of date tinned soup were acquired. More successful was the request to colleagues, tins and plastic containers arrived steadily, and after a couple of weeks there must have been a couple of hundred or more. Management refused to dignify the event with their presence, and stipulated that no pressure must be brought to bear on anyone to take part.
Fiona one of the committee members passed Fiona in the corridor. We've had lots of volunteers for Friday, to collect money, open the tins, stand by the pool, help clean up, but we haven't got anyone yet to sit in the hot seat! Everyone thinks you were such a star at the football the other week, would you help us out? Fiona smiled. She had already been secretly thinking of volunteering, but thought that she had already had a lot of attention lately! Can Tony come along? she asked. Of course! came the reply. Everyone now understood that with Tony beside her, Fiona would be game for anything. When she spoke to Tony, he jumped at the idea. Then Fiona told Jenny, she asked Mike and the next day the four of them volunteered to become willing victims for the event. Four people will be enough the Chairman said. You can all take 15 minutes each between 3:30pm and 4:30!
It was agreed that those taking part in the event could leave work at 2pm on the day. Fiona walked home, and got changed. She slipped into her green one piece swimsuit, she put it on thinking that she must have lost a little weight over the summer, because it seemed to fit her more comfortably than the last time she tried it (which was when she first attended Lifeguard Training). Then she put on her soccer kit, the shiny black shorts and the white shirt felt as fresh as new. The quite liked the thought of getting completely and slimy! The shorts seemed longer than ever, dipping over her knees. She put a rain jacket over, slipped into casual shoes and set off with her spare clothes in a bag.
When she got back to work, a group were busy in the car park, at an open space just in front of the company's name board. The paddling pool had been assembled, and a single white plastic seat was placed in the middle. The seat seemed to almost fill the pool by itself. A few feet away were three trestle tables stacked with unopened food items, mostly tins. There were several boxes piled up nearby, containing more supplies. There were several collecting tins. A hose ran from an open ground floor door, and next to the tables were about eight buckets of water, each filled. The water was trembling in the breeze and the sun sparkled off the top of each bucket. Mike was amonst the group. It looks like we're in for a soaking too! said Fiona. That will help to get us cleaned up, said Mike. It looks freezing even from here! said Fiona. You bet, Mike replied. There were several seats laid out around, one had a pile of clean towels.
Tony arrived, the swimming pool was open now for reduced hours only at the end of the season, so he had no difficulty getting away. A few minutes later Jenny was dropped off from her dad's car. She removed her sweat top and she looked stunning, in a white vest and a short white cotton skirt. A blue bikini clearly showed up around the sides and straps of the vest, the vest failed to quite cover the bikini top itself. You look ready for whatever happens! said Mike. Fiona told Jenny that she looked lovely.
It was after three now, and the four of them waited anxiously. They helped the others open tins, they opened several dozen which were carefully laid out on the tables in rows. Then they opened and stacked more open tins, one on top of the other, as long as they were the same size and fitted into each other. Fiona got her hands smeared with tomato juice, soup and gravy several times, and she rinsed them in a bucket each time and dried herself with a towel. Fiona's getting a bit of practise! someone joked. They loosened the tops on all the glass jars, containing the likes of fruit, sauces and puddings. It all seemed to be a big waste of food, but every item was past its' date for human consumption. Fiona and the others told themselves to be careful and not to swallow whatever was poured over them.
It was nearly half past three. Mike sat in the seat, and soon a steady stream of workers, leaving for the weekend, stopped to see what was going on. The deal was that for 2.00 each person got to pour two items of what they wanted over the victim. Most people stopped and paid. Some was just poured into the pool, some over Mike's legs and a few people poured it carefully over his head and body. Mike looked a sight, what no-one had realised was that here was a bit of a bad smell too. Every now and again he got a couple of buckets of water over him to take the smell away, the others used the buckets to wash the mess from the ground, and then they refilled the buckets again. Fiona was so busy doing all this that she hardly noticed when twenty minutes were up and Tony took over in the chair. Already 40.00 had been made. Fiona went over and put 5.00 into a collecting tin. She took her time, and then with five tins of different produce she went over her lover, and she carefully covered him from head to toe. You've asked for it! growled Tony. You will be next! By the time Fiona was finished, a little queue had developed, and the money rattled quickly in and the food was thrown through the air. There was so much water and mess around the pool by now, that most patrons were standing well back. Some were staying on to record the event, cameras flashed and movie switches were pressed. By ten past four over ninety tins had gone. A young freelance photographer arrived, and set up his tripod a few feet away from the fun. He arranged his shot so that the company's display board was in the central background. He said that there was a good chance that his pictures would be taken up by all the regional papers and perhaps other media.
Poor Jenny was next. She picked her way, barefoot, through the wet and mess, making a very gentle slapping sound as her feet slithered over the mess. The paddling pool was full to overflowing with a putrid mess. The seat was filthy. Jenny asked for a bucket, and she carefully poured the water all over the seat. Thick goey water overflowed from the pool. Jenny dried the seat with a towel before she sat down. Someone said loudly that there did not seem any point in her drying the seat, and several people laughed. Jenny smiled very sweetly, and said that she always liked to be clean and dry! Everyone laughed again, and there were several comments that expressed doubt that poor Jenny would stay clean and dry for much longer. She straightened her skirt and brushed back her soft brown hair. A half dozen people waiting to pay were all males, and they all got in close. The first one paid his fee and picked up a big tub of plain youghurt, which he held up over Jenny's head. She gasped and said, oh no, not in my hair! But the runny yougurt was emptied over her head, and big lumps fell onto her shoulders and skirt. Streaks of whiteness ran down Jenny's head and made the strands of her hair clump together. Then two men together appeared with a big box of eggs. Once again Jenny's hair was targeted, the egg white soaked in readily and the yolks dropped onto the floor. After about six eggs, her hair looked soaked. Jenny gave both fellows a sad look but it was clear that her ordeal had much more to come. The back of her vest was streaked where egg white trickled, and her bikini tie under her hair felt wet. The front of her vest was still clean. Jenny ran her fingers through her hair, realising the pointlessness of trying to get it any cleaner. She felt the man nearest her gently take both her hands, as she lowered them from her head, and he placed them behind her, onto the back of the seat.There were still lots of eggs left in the box! Jenny decided to play along and keep her hands behind her on the back of the chair, but she lowered her face, not wanting the eggs to run in her eyes. The next eggs were cracked over her shoulders, all the white ran down her front and soaked into her vest. The material began to hang away from Jenny's front, as she leaned forward, and more of her blue bikini top showed. An egg slipped down inside the vest, sticking between Jenny' s boobs and seeping inside the bikini. More egs followed, the bikini top
slipped slightly and the men close by had a memorable view of shiny, sticky cleavage and egged filled bikini top. Jenny brought her hands back around and adjusted her front, placing her sticky vest back in place.
More customers followed and they all seemed to want to pour things over Jenny's neck and shoulders, and they seemed to linger while doing so. Jenny gave out a long, drawn out ooh no each time the sloppy food started running over her. The mess seemed to weigh her vest down, and more and more of her bikini top became visible to each new person. Her skin glistened, it was reddened by soup. The blue bikini top became more and more heavily stained. Bits of food and juice were trapped in the straps, and started to gather at her cleavage. Jenny asked everyone to stop every few moments and she picked bits out, at the same time as lifting up her bikini top, to make sure that it still covered her boobs. The freelance photographer was frantically snapping away. Then she called Mike over. Mike was changed and clean by this time, and Jenny asked him to untie and fasten up her bikini at the neck, making it a bit tighter and more secure. All the other lads looked on enviously, as Mike completed this task. Then everyone carried on. The males were clearly enjoying themselves hugely, messing Jenny, After a while, more ladies paid their dues, but most of them stood back and threw. Jenny's vest and skirt were saturated in various colours of goo, which merged together to make a horrible brown stain. Then one of the organizers appeared with two buckets of water, and asked Jenny if she wanted a rinse. Jenny agreed. She sat down again afterwards, her vest was hanging right down, almost off her. Her bikini top was almost returning to blue. She unclipped her filthy skirt, and threw it down on the ground a few feet away, then she sat down again in her bikini pants. The bottoms were a lot clearer blue colour than the top. The numbers passing by were reducing, but by half past four the total raised was already at 150.00. The photographer stopped Jenny when she finally left the pool, and asked if she objected to any bikini shots of her being syndicated. You might well get a bit of attention afterwards, her warned, and he went on to say that all his shots of her were completely decent, and were suitable for a family newspaper. But they are a bit saucy! he said, In more ways than one, and I think that editors might just grab one or two!
Fiona the chairman called. Fiona smiled, and bent down to unfasten and remove her shoes. Fiona the Queen of the mud! It was one of her team mates, from a few weeks before. You're not getting away with this either! he cried. Listen, I volunteered for this! replied Fiona, and there was a general round of applause. She walked carefully over the cold, wet tarmac and lifted the seat out of the pool. Water, please! she asked, and she held the seat at arm's length while fresh water was poured all over it. At the same time another helper put the hose on full blast and rinsed out the contents of the pool. Others washed away the bits of solids from the ground with buckets. Two people held the paddling pool upright, and most of the dirty water flowed out. Fiona's feet and legs were soaked with splashes of freezing, dirty water, and the bottom of her shorts got wet. The pool and the seat were put back into place. Fiona sat down, she had a huge smile on her face. A crowd of over two dozen had gathered.
Now it's time for Fiona! the chairman of the committee said. And because Fiona is our star, I am going to ask for bids, and the highest bidder gets to mess up Fiona first! Fiona sat back in her chair and clasped her hands behind the back of her neck. The breeze caught her soccer top and held it against her body, showing her shape at its most alluring. Several people, all males, put up their hands, and amounts were shouted. Five pounds, eight pounds, ten pounds, twelve pounds and then fifteen pounds. Tony called over to Mike and the two of them whispered together. They had both got showered and changed after their earlier turns. We are going to make a joint bid of twenty pounds! called Tony. There was a spontaneous gasp all round and applause. More staff members were gathering around the edge of the group. What a fantastic contribution to a great cause! said the chairman. For this wonderful boost to our funds, you will have a whole box full of goo, let's see what is still left! Two of the helpers quickly filled a box with a dozen or more cartons, plastic bottles and tins. Tony and Mike carried it ceremoniously over to Fiona.
Oh no! said Fiona, hiding her face in her hands and crouching forward. Come on, said Tony, head up, this is where I get my own back! No! mumbled Fiona. Tony picked up a carton, it was natural yogurt! He opened it and tipped the contents over the back of Fiona's head, then used both his hands to smear over all her hair. Oh no! Fiona mumbled, she sat up and tilted her head back, as if to stop the yogurt running down her. At this, Mike picked two open tins of custard and threw them simultaneously down each side of Fiona's front. Her shirt had two bright yellow streaks down from her chest, custard was running over each leg of her shorts, and dripping off the sides. Tony picked up a large plastic carton, Rice Pudding! he announced. He got hold the back of Fiona's shirt, held open the neck and carefully emptied the contents down inside, gently patting the shirt from the outside, as he food slowly trickled down Fiona's back. If you were my husband, I would divorce you! Fiona shouted. She sounded cross, but if truth were known she was very excited and she was really enjoying the cold, messy sensation. I wouldn't be daft enough to marry you in the first place! Tony replied.
Mike had two plastic milk cartons in his hands. Aha, this is yogurt drink! said Tony. He beckoned to Fiona to sit up straight, and his time she did. He placed each carton into the v neck of her shirt, one facing down to the right, and one facing down to the left. Tony squeezed one carton hard, and Mike did the same to the other. Yogurt is good for the skin! announced Tony solemnly. It's all gone down my swimsuit! Fiona shouted back. I'm sure that it will be good for that too! Tony said, as they each discarded a nearly empty carton aside. They both picked up tins of rice pudding, and generous portions went over Fiona's hair, her shoulders, her front and another down inside her back. Tony and Mike were greeted with applause as they finished. Fiona wiped a huge pile of mess from her shorts. Can I have a rinse, please? she asked. Fiona took off her shirt, a large amount of food had accumulated inside at the waste. Her swimsuit was a combination of shades of the original green, and darker green where the moisture had soaked in. Someone slowly tipped two buckets of water over her head, most of the food came out of her hair and her swimsuit took on a more uniform darker shade. It clung tightly to her curves, her boobs and her nipples were prominent.
The remaining food was quickly snapped up by the latecomers, several ladies in Fiona's section said Well done! to her and they gently just poured it over her legs. She received several more portions of pudding over her shoulders, and a large amount gathered at her cleavage. Then, at ten to five, a close to proceedings was announced. They thought that over 220.00 had been raised. Fiona stood up, removed her shorts, and left them in the mess in the bottom of the pool. She went over to where Tony stood by with the hose, and slowly turned around in the freezing spray, as her washed most of the mess from her. Her swimsuit glistened and it seemed to cling more tightly to her bum and to her breasts. Jenny stood nearby holding out a towel. Then Fiona went indoors, to wash herself further in the ladies room and to get changed.
Many hands made light work of clearing up outside, and everyone agreed that he event had been a huge success. Tony and Fiona certainly thought so, and Fiona wondered what pictures of her might appear. That night they had their best sex ever together. Tony was fantasising about tins of food, and Fiona, all night long.
The following Monday, one third of the front page of the daily regional newspaper was devoted to a picture of Jenny, close up, receiving one of the first tins of mess down her front. Only the hand of the perpetrator could be seen, but Jenny's vest was already weighed down with food and her bikini top was slightly out of place. Generous amounts of cleavage and messy boob were displayed, although the nipple factor was nil and the family newspaper test was doubtless passed. The picture caption called Jenny brave and magnificent, and said that her efforts had raised hundreds of pounds. The caption went on to say she was eighteen and single, and called on the young men of the city to find one of their rank worthy to date her! The writer warned that she deserved an exceptional man! The script went onto praise the company and its directors for making such an exceptional contribution to the city, at the same time as giving opportunity for their staff to have fun and raise funds. The picture reappeared later in the week in two other regional publications, and different but similar snaps were also further inside the pages! Jenny was both appalled and delighted, she had consented to her picture being used, but they had certainly gone over the top, she thought. Throughout the week, several bunches of flowers, cards and messages arrived for her at reception. Several contained names and phone numbers, and one was a proposal of marriage. Jenny arranged for the flowers to be sent to a local hospital and ignored everything else. She became a centre of attention when she went out the following weekend, but she had good friends with her and they made sure that she was safe and happy. Hardly a boy dared approach her in the nightclubs, but Jenny was happy about that! One of the committee later spoke to the photographer, he told him that sales for the paper that Monday were 25% higher than for the average Monday in the year, on a slow news day! He apologised for the tacky journalism, but said that it was sadly the way things were. More than a hundred people had ordered had ordered full size colour prints of the front page snap! Jenny wondered who on earth they were! Her dad was quite amused, and said he was surprised by what she had to do these days to get attention! He really was very proud of her.
Several members of staff brought their own pictures of the event into work, but no pictures of Fiona appeared publicly. She was happy about that too.