So if anyone ever wondered how Tara got to be presenter of the hit WAMS show Daring Do, her's how it all went down.
Tara Slong sat in the waiting room of the WAMS studios. She was stoked for her interview, though she wasn't sure what position. The email had said they were hiring for several parts on the new show, and all candidates should be willing to get messy. Tara twirled her blond hair as she waited, getting moist at the prospect of getting totally destroyed by messy materials. Her ex got her into the wet and messy play four years ago, and the twenty five year old had several experiences since then. Whatever job she got, she was sure it would be her dream come true. Getting paid for what she did for fun seemed like a pretty large win.
The door on the other side of the waiting room opened. A tall girl came out, covered in a mixture of slime, pie and other indistinguishable mess. "Tara, they will see you now." Tara got up and stared at the unrecognizable figure. She new this was going to be her in a few minutes and couldn't wait. She followed the girl through the halls. Every now and then a large clump of goop would fall on the floor, and her feet left marks as she walked. Finally she opened the door and let Tara walk through but the other applicant must have headed for the showers. Tara walked into the spacious sounds stage. Where there were three tables set up. Two on either side of a suspiciously clean fold up chair and another table in front of the chair. This center table had three people siting down, two women and one man in the center. All were dressed in very official suites.
"You must be Tara, Pleasure to meet you." The man stood up and the women followed suit. Tara crossed the room and took his extended hand. "My name is Blane McHenry, Vice President of H.R for the WAMS Studio."
"Mara Grisby, Executive Producer for Daring Do, the show we're trying to get off the ground." The woman on his left smiled and extended her hand, which Tara shook.
"I'm Jennifer Links, Creative director for the show" The African American woman extend her hand next. Tara repeated the process and greeted her. Once the pleasantry were done, Jennifer turned on a camera that was beside her.
"So Tara, I know we haven't given you a lot of information about what this show will be about, but at this point we feel comfortable letting you know what you'll be signing up for. This is going to be a game show, and we are hiring for the lead presenter and several 'stage hand' positions. Everyone in these role must feel comfortable with getting very messy and nudity. Are these two things you would be comfortable with."
"Well I love getting messy, and I'm very happy with my body."
Blane smiled. "Very good, would you please get undressed before you take a seat please?"
Tara was a little thrown off balance at the question. "I'm sorry?" This was shaping up to be an unusual interview.
"Well, we've found that people will say just about anything during these job interviews. In order to get past that, we're asking all of our participants to show us they will be comfortable with the subject matter which they will be participating in for the show. If you don't feel comfortable getting naked, that's fine, you're free to leave at any time, just understand..." Before he could finish her jacket was on the floor. Her pants soon followed, she kick them off with her shoes. Tara unbuttoned the shirt letting the three see her lacy white panties. In an instant her bra was off, and she threw it on the table for fun. Last, she made a show of pulling down her panties and letting them take in her naked mound which was swelling more an more with anticipation. "Very good. Would you mind turning around." She did so, slowly, so they and the camera could take in her shapely rear. She head scribbling from the table. Once she faced them again,s he took her seat. The mettle on her bare butt made her shiver, but soon the metal warmed to her body.
"So we'll start off with some simple questions and then move on to the interactive portion of the interview. First, measurements? We'll need to know for costuming."
"Bust 36C, waist 29, hips 32, inseam 30."
"Lovely." Blane wrote some notes on the paper in front of him. "What sort of presentation or media experience do you have.
"I was a dare cam girl for about six months, just to get through collage. I went to school for Fine arts and I'm not doing to much with that degree."
"We see by your nipples and nether regions you're quite excited. Feel free to use any of the implements on the table to relax. While you look, why don't you tell us about your most memorable wet and messy experience." As she looked for something fun among the personal pleasure section of tables, she told them of a time special to her. She settled upon a small cliterous vibrator which she stuck in identifying her after turning it on. Recounting the time she volunteered for a charity event at the Fun Box and the vibrators made her wet fast. She finished the story with a moan and a puddle of pussy juice between her legs.
"Very good Miss Slong." Mara smiled.
"Thanks. I think I got your chair a little messy though."
"It would appear so, would you mind cleaning that up?" Mara leaned forward and smiled "with your tongue."
With only minor hesitation she got out of the chair and all fours, giving them a fine look at her button once more. she slowly licked up the puddle from the seat and heard scribbling behind her. The must have linked what they saw. once she was done she stood up.
"No need to site again Miss Slong. we're moving on to the next portion of the interview." Jennifer got up and walked toward her, but not before removing her jacket. She only work a bra underneath and a short pencil skirt covered her legs. "Would you mind inserting a rectum plug for the remainder of the interview?"
For the first time, she was genuinely hesitant. Her body language showed it. "I've… I've never done that before. I suppose I could give it a shot.". She watched as Jennifer picked up a mettle button plug and applied a thin film of lubricant. As though she had done it several times before, she inserted it up Tara's bum. Tara stood reaction was immediate. the sliminess, the shape, the fact she was used to things going the opposite direction, all made her open her mouth wide in shock. it was at the moment Jennifer applied a fluffy coconut cream pie to Tara stood O face.
"That's much better. How to you feel about being bound?" Jennifer asked, as she picked up some white nylon rope.
"I've always been a fan of BDSM, Bondage, domination slime and mess right." She winked at the creative director.
"Oh, very cheeky, write that one down, I might use that later." Jennifer forced Tra to fold her arms behind her and tied them horizontally. With the remainder of the rope, she raped it around Tara's chest. The black beauty was just getting started. Next she slammed two pies into her awaiting breasts. The sharp intake of breath signaled her pleasure. Jennifer slammed another pie into her crotch and made sure to rub the contents up and down, around her mound. "I think it's time for you to sit down again." Jennifer forced Tara back into the chair where a tiered cake awaited her naked behind. The cake and icing spilled out around her bum and came up between her open legs. Her sitting also jostled the butt plug, making her sit up straight.
"Let's get something a little more fluid." Jennifer picked up a large kitchen bowel. She looked up and awaited her surprise. She was rewarded when the contents were tipped over her head. It was a thick slime which by the taste was water, condensed milk and cornstarch. She had tried the mixture before and had been a fan. The goo slowly flowed down her face and between her breasts, coming to rest between her legs. Next Jennifer picked up a bottle of chocolate sauce and sprayed it all over her body. Tara felt something being inserted into her pussy lips "Be a dear and hold that will you." Tara knew what to do, she sprayed the cream inside her using her legs to turn the can away from her messy snatch.. It was a most interesting feeling, the cold cream invading her most intimate insides.
While the cream sprayed, another bowl of slime was poured over her head. Tara did not look up so the slime also flowed down her mostly clean hair and back. "Open wide." Without even looking Tara tilted her head back and obeyed. She felt the edge of a bowl against her lips followed by an avalanche of chocolate pudding. She swallowed what she could but most just landed on top of or bound breasts. She had to admit, though the was fun, her arms were getting tired.
As if in answer, Jennifer began to undo the rope, messy though it was. Tara removed the empty can from between her legs and let it fall to the ground. "Lay on your back dear." Tara did as she was told and was rewarded with Jennifer very nimble tongue lapping up the lip cream inside her. Tara began to moan softly and spread the mess all over her body, focusing on her pert nipples. For the second time she came, though this one was much stronger, leaving r her breathing heavy and stranded on her back. Jennifer took the time to move several gallon buckets around Tara’s mid-season.
She looked around and saw Jennifer’ very naked, very black butt at the table. she had removed her skirt and clearly had chosen to go commando. Getting a closer look around, Tara saw the gallon buckets were filled with partially frozen ice cream. Jennifer now stood over the helpless blonde, pie in hand. She merely let go, sending the cherry pie on a messy crash course into Tara’s awaiting face. the messy contents forced her eyes closed. That was why she felt Jenifer straddle her face instead of seeing it. The black beauty’s pussy was very wet, she could tell when her tongue pierced the pie and found the awaiting slit. She eagerly lapped up the pussy juices, though she didn't have much of a choice.
Her muffled scream was muffled by the body on Tara’s face. One of the buckets of ice cream was poured on her tits. the next ed was dumped over her stomach, still cold though rather fluid. Yet another one was tossed on Tara's open pussy. As her linking increased, Tara knew Jennifer was close to coming. Soon she tasted Jennifer cum mixed with the pie. Jennifer got off Tara's face and shook a bit before retreating a towel.
"That was… very enjoyable." Jennifer breathed. she pulled Tara up while whipping her crotch clean with the towel. "The dunk tank is a staple on the show, so we need to see how you’ll react with it." Jennifer led Tara to another section on the studio. Blane and Mara followed while janitors cleared the mess from the floor and refilled the tables for the next interview. Tara had never done a dunk tank before. she climbed the ladder of the giant round vat.. one she was on the plank, her three interviewers started pelting the target with bean bags.
"Come on, you call that a throw?" Tara taunted. The three looked at her with some measure of surprise. Soon, they began trying again. " I guess you never played sports." The three began to smile, though they tried to maintain a seriously facade. "Come on, I'm not nearly messy enough. at this rate I’ll be here all day" Seeing her eagerness and the progress of the cleanup crew, the three walked over to the target and pushed it simultaneously. Tara dropped into the slime below, dipping under the surface. If there was a clean part of her, it wasn't any more. When she resurfaced, the sludge came up to her shoulders. the good felt so good she even began to finger herself.
"Alright Tara, you can come out now." Blane called.
"Do you guys want the butterfly plug back?
She heard Mara snicker. " No, I think you can keep it, we have room in the budget for more."
She was trying to buy more time in the slime. "When will I know if I'm selected for the second round of interviews."
"Oh sweaty, you are most definitely in for the second round of interviews" Jennifer voice reverberated somewhere farther away. A throaty moan of release from Tara was a fitting reply. She pulled herself out of the tank with some difficulty.
"Now, if you please, could you go get the next girl, her name is Mellony. After you do, showers will be on the right and your cloths will be waiting." Blane smiled at her before Tara turned and left the studio. As the girl before her, Tara walked down the hall, naked and very messy. She opened the door to the waiting room. "Mellony, they will see you now." The look of shock, discuss and almost horror were priceless. The girl got up and left the room without a word. Tara just shrugged and walked back to the studio.
"I don't think the next girl understood what willingness to get messy meant." Tara informed the three who had taken up their seat at the desk in front of the chair.
"Well shoot, What are we going to do for the next hour." Blane looked at the ladies on either side of him.
"I'm up for round two." Tara smile, which was reciprocated by the three Blane Mara and Jennifer.
"Oh baby, you’ll definitely be coming back for round two." Jennifer purred as she joined Mara walking towards the very willing Tara.
Tara was back in the WAMS Studios for round two of the interview. This time, knowing full well what she would be in for, Tara chose low riding jeans, and white button up top. She was told this would be more casual event than her last experience. She very much looked forward to today, especially after seeing the studio. Before her were two eight foot tables with various bowls of cake batter, pies and icing. There were also a number of kinky devices and rope. There was even what appeared to be a twenty five gallon tub of chocolate cake batter on the floor. Mara, Blane and Jennifer were also in the large space, only they all sat in directors chairs.
Mara spoke first. “Okay Tara, after your phenomenal performance last we, we wanted you back here for round two. Last time we saw that you were definitely not afraid of mess or sensual situations. However, that just let us know how well you could take these things as a passive individual. No matter which position you end up getting on the show, you will have to be able to take direction and give direction on the fly. So that's what we're here to see. The first half, we will each give you some directions and we'll see how well you take that. Feel free to improvise and add whatever flair you think is best. Blane why don't you go first.”
“Alright, you've just lost one of the games, and now, you have to complete a forfeit.”
“Awww no!” Tara opened her mouth wide and cried in mock surprise, eliciting a smile and laugh out of the group.
“Great, your forfeit is one of those bowls of cake batter, down your panties.” After she fux pouting, Tara picked up a bowl of white goo. She pulled out the front of her pants and briefs and tipped the bowl inside. She felt the cold cake batter flow around her pussy. The cold and tickling sensation made her shiver. The slimy liquid escaped her underwear and began its slow decent down her legs. Half of the bowl filled the front, which mentioned the other half was destined for her rear. She repeated the process behind her and felt the cake batter flow down her crack and thighs. Some of it joined the batter around her crotch. With pants bulging and batter spilling out from the top of her pants, Tarra uncomfortably took up her position in front of her judges.
“That was great sweetie,” Jennifer smiled. “Now we’re going to try to play a game. There are three pies on the front of the table two your left, the ones with the thick blue cream on top. One of them has a special item buried inside. You need to find that item in one minute of face a forfeit. One other thing, you can not use your hands to search through the pies. Go!” As fast as Tara could hobble, she made her way to the pies.
She chose the middle pie to start. Without hesitation she slammed her face into the confectionery delights. Filling ooze onto the table and engulfed ed her head. She tasted the sweetness as her head moved back and forth in the tin trying to feel anything. Whither no results she moved to the one on her right. Some of the cream plopped on her chest when she stood and wiped her eyes clean. The second verse was very much like the first and her face was soon at the bottom of the tin. this time, her enthusiasm was rewarded as she bit down on something rubbery. she left up like a dog who just cough the stick, and eagerly shuffled over to her mastered. Tara whipped the cream from her eyes so she could see, this time wiping the excess on her flat stomach.
Very good, record time.” Jennifer congratulated. Tara spat the object into her hand. She could tell it was some sort of phallic shape. She sucked off the pie remnants in a suggestive manner, making loud sucking noises to boot. Sure enough it was a vibrating dildo, but shorter than she was used to. on the opposite end of the tip, the pink latex expanded into a disk four inches in diameter.
“I know I won the challenge but I have a morbid curiosity. Can I do the forfeit anyway.” The three WAMS interviewers looked at each other. Of all the interviewees that passed challenges, none had asked that before.
Jennifer spoke first, still a little in disbelief, “Well, we were going to tell you the vibratory needed to go up you snatch.” With ought a moment of hesitation, tara undid her pants and pulled down the front of her underwear. the cake batter inside splatter to the floor. the batter and her juices were all the lubricant she needed to put the pennies shaped plug into her hoo-ha. She shuddered at the initial tingling caused by the toys activation. Cake batter splattered up her front after she let her panties snap back into place. Now that her movement was a little easier, she picked up the remaining pie.
“You know, it seems a waste to just leave this pie untouched.” Tara felt she had developed a closeness to her interviewers, a report, so she was sure there would be no consequences when she lobbed the pie at Jenniffer. Tara’s am was true and the confection exploded on the black woman’s voluptuous chest. Some of the splatter even hit Blane. The three were surprised at the moment, and very excited about her fire.
Jennifer removed the pie tin and rubbed the filling around her silk top. “After what all I did to you last time, I suppose this is fair.” She gave a cheeky smile.
“Well I think this concludes the first half of this interview. In the second half you will have one minute to conceive a game and then your lovely assistant will have to play, doing whatever you say.” He pressed the button on an intercom. “Daria will you please come in?” Tara heard a door behind her open and the clicking of heels on the cement floor. A look behind her showed a mediterranean beauty. She had long brown hair, and olive complexion. She wore three inch teletoes, a tight pencil skirt which went halfway down her thigh, a white shirt similar to Tara’s and a tight vest over that. The top buttons were undone on the shirt, showing off very ample cleavage from her D cups. “Daria here is an intern from the local college. She wanted to get some experience in video production. Today she’ll be your stooge and must do as you say, just act as though you are on Daring Do and have to explain and enact your game.”
Tara didn’t hesitate.”Hello there lovely contestant, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.” She held an imaginary microphone in front of the girl
“My names Daria, I’m 23 and taking... Um, media studies at the college around here. I’ve been going there for three years. I like playing Volleyball and Hanging with my boyfriend Chet.”
“Well I hope Chet isn’t going to be too upset because you’re going to have to get naked on live television.”
Daria had a look of surprise on her face. She looked at the camera which was recording this so the interviewers could reveiw. She then shot a worried look to her the three sitting at the table in front of her. They noded encouragement. “Have you ever bobbed for apples?” Faria shook her head. “Well too bad because it's exactly like that. we'll take off all your clothes, put them in this Vader of chocolate cake pattern and you have to fish them out with your face. You have three minutes and for ever price you don't find, I shove something into one of your orifices, let's just hope you can find more than two bits of clothing.”
“I don't know of I want…” before she finished, tara reached into the front of her skirt and pulled down. In one motion, Daria’s skirt and panties were gone. As she relinquished controlled and began unbuttoning her vest, tara diced the newly acquired items into the batter. she soaked the skirt inside and out before forcing it to the bottom of the tub. Reluctantly, the now naked Daria had ed Tara the remainder of her cloths, heels not included. Tara repaired the process with the new duds, covering her arms to the elbow. Daria made an efforts to cover her modesty and quickly hardening nipples. Once Tara was done, she wiped some of the mess on the other girls exposed stomach.
“If you don’t want to see how many thing I can stick inside you, you best get to bobbing.” This was Daria’s signal to kneel in front of the tub and begin daintily sticking her face under the batter. She did not submerge her face past her ears, which would make it impossible to find her cloths. Tarra decided to help her out but shoving her entire head in the batter. The shock was enough to make her sit up and take in a some air. The liquid dripped onto her breasts and joined the batter already on her stomach. Diana went back under, farther this time. Realizing her tormentor probably put all of her clothes on the bottom, she went under as far as she could, which mean her shoulders also received a overing of chocolate cake mix. She felt fabric touch her face and latched on, a flood of chocolate invaded her mouth. As she was trying to resurface, she felt a pie slap against her bare behind. This made her sit up quickly. Through batter filled ears she heard Tara. “You’ll know how much time has passed when you fell a pie being applied. Every thirty seconds, I’m going put something on your body. The extra batter she came up with poured down her body and it tickled. She opened her mouth and let the slimy garment slip down her naked body and com to rest between her legs. She assumed it was her vest but wasn't sure. In she went.
This time she submerged her bosom as well. Moving around, she hoped to stir up some clothing from the bottom but to no avail. She jumped up once more as a pie was applied to her pussy and rubbed in. “One minute up deary, better hurry. After Clarington out her tormentor best she could, Daria went back under. after another twenty seconds she pulled her shirt from the slip, like a dog fresh from the hunt. it too fell on her lap. she had found the big pieces, the rest would be much harder. another pie being applied to her rear increased her fever pitch to locate her skirt. She figured that would be the easiest. What she did not count on was the distraction of having a bowl of cake batter poured over mostly clean back. The cold made her sit up, the good joined the broken pies on her butt.
“You only have one more minute.” Daria blunted back into the tub, this time suturing her whole upper torso. she felt the shirt on her shoulder and began to chase it around the tub. As she had expected, her movements constantly changed the position of her cloths. Just When Daria finally caught the material in her teeth, she brought her head up. This gave Tara the perfect opportunity to slam two pies into her awaiting tots. Some of the pie got on the shirt, but most of it covered her messy mammaries. She knew she only had thirty seconds to fine the rest of her cloths. She had given up on finding her thong, but the bra might be possible. Daria plunged back into the mess. Desperately, she tried to find the last bit of clothing. Her lungs tightened as her body strained against the batter. It was all for not as the final pie slammed into her behind. Daria resigned to her fate and stood, letting the batter drip down her form. She tried to clear away her eyes and ears as best she could.
“Put on your cloths, and then it’s forfeit time.” Tara was very gleeful. With a mash of disgusted faces, Daria pulled on her soden skirt, it seemed to cling tighter to her messy body. She shivered as she put on the slimy shirt. She could mon manage the buttons, so she just let it hang open, showing a large amount of cleavage. The vest buttons were easier to manage, so she did close them She wasn’t sure which she preferred, being naked or having the cake batter smear against her skin whenever she moved. Once she finished, Daria felt the back of her skirt lift up. She screamed as she felt the cold steal of a butt plug enter her. After her shock, she whirled around, ready to give Tara a piece of her mind. The action played right into Tara’s hands. Without a second thought, Tara inserted a vibrater, a little larger than the one churning away inside her, into Daria’s snatch. The vibration caught her off guard and made Dari’a legs weak. Her heels, combined with the messy floor caused her to slip and fall into the vat she had been searching through. It upended launching batter on her and Tara. “That’s our show ladies and gentlemen.” Tara bowed to her audience who were at this point in bouts of laughter.
“That was just splendid, we’ll be sending you more information about the third interview in the next few days” Blane said between chuckles. Tara left Daria shaking on the floor, she would get up eventually, probably. She was a little disappointed, Tara wanted to get a little more messy than she was, but messing up someone else was equally as fun.
Tara stood behind the door of the WAMS studios. The wardrobe department had given her cloths this time. She wore a white button up shirt, black vest and black mini skirt. She noticed that it was very similar to what Daria was wearing the last time she was here. “Tara, you can come in now.” Blane’s voice came over the intercom. She eagerly opened up the door to see what damage had been done to a poor unfortunate girl, also vying for the coveted position of presenter.
Mara made the introduction. “Sarah, this Tara, she’s an intern working for use, trying to get some credit for her media degree. She’ll be willing to do anything that you’re wanting to do.”
“Anything.” Tara winked at the girl who had some batter dripping down her skirt and two pies on the inside of her shirt. And that was just the mess she could see.
Jenny continued. “Today, we’ll be doing a cooking show, Sarah, you’ll be the host, and Tara will be your willing...”
“Very willing.” Tara interrupted.
“Very willing assistant. So just do what you can, let’s see how creative you can be. Just take a minute, collect yourself, and go right in.” After a beat, Sarah went into her presenter mode.
“Hello and welcome to WAMS’s latest show Good Lookin’ Cookin’. I’m your host with the most…”
“Most what? Dicks since this morning?” Tara quipped.
A pie crashed into her face. “And this mouthy slut is my willing….”
“Very willing.” Another pie slammed into Tara’s face.
“Fine, very willing assistant, Tara. Say hello Tara.
“Hello Tara.” Pie fell on her ample cleavage. As she spoke. The routine was beginning to elicit laughter out of the three sitting at the table.
“First we’re going to bake a cake. We have all the ingredients here, eggs, flower, water. All we need is a bowl. I don’t see a bowl. Did you forget to bring the bow?”
“Looks like I did, sorry boss.” Tara shrugged.
“Well we’ll just have to make due. Get up on the table, on your back. You’re familiar with that position.” She followed the order and laid down on the clean part of the table. Lift your legs up, spread eagle. I need room to work.” Tara did as she was told and lifted her legs high in a ‘V’. “No panties, you are a little whore. Are you even wearing a bra.” She shoved her hand onto Taras shirt, and grabbing onto her bare nipple. “That’s just just not hygienic, we’ll need to cover those first.” She ripped open Tara’s shirt, exposing her bare C-Cups. She upended two pies onto her tits. “There, that’s better. Now for the cake mix. We need a dozen eggs.” She began cracking the shells into the skirt. The yolks were cold, and invaded her shaven pussy. It was an interesting sensation that she had never felt before. After the twelve slimy eggs were swimming around her skirt. “Next, we’ll add some flower to thickness and the cake mix”. Some flower was added along with the box of cake mix. “We now need to mix it thoroughly. Now I don’t have a mixer, but I’ll just have to make do with this.” She picked up a battery powered personal massager want and stuck it in the slush that was slowly seeping out her skirt and onto her belly. She very much enjoyed the batter that now engulfed her pussy and behind. The wand which was mixing it all together was an added bonus.
Sarah made sure to focus the want’s vibrating end on her very swollen pussy lips. Tara began to moan and writhe where she lay. One hand even went to her breast to massage the pie covered mamery.
As she grinded into the vibrating head, Sarah added pressure. She soon came into the mixture. “The final ingredient is of course cum, and this little pie slut has graciously given us that free of charge.”
“You’re mean. Why do you keep calling me bad names?” Tara breathed.
“Because you decided to come to a professional cooking show without any underwear.”
“It didn’t go wit my outfit.” Tara wined. “What are we going to do with this care batter, that’s currently covering my crotch?”
“Hmmm, that’s a good question, I hadn’t thought about it. We don’t really have an oven. Oh well.” She unzipped the skirt and pulled it up, letting the batter flow on her stomach and puddle around her bottom. Tara took that time to put her legs down. “Let’s see, what’s next.” Sarah picked up a pie and smacked it into Tara's awaiting crotch. “Next we’re going to make a gateaux le boob.” She took two gateaux and slammed it into Tara’s boobs. “You’ve been a good assistant, you deserve some goodies.” Sarah got up on the table, and straddled Tara’s head. She slammed a pie under her skirt and against her pantied crotch. She lowered onto Tara’s face, and Tara delivered by lapping and sucking at the sweet goodness. Tara was skilled, her tongue moved the fabric to the side. Her tongue darted into the wet pussy of the girl on top of her..
“You are cheeky,” Sarah breathed. After five minutes, Sarah sprayed Tara’s face with her juices. “I think it’s time for a manana split.” Sarah got up, and went to one of the tubs of melted ice cream. She poured it into Tara’s open shirt. The cold temperature made her nipples harden through the melted milk product. Next, Sarah poured a gallon of chocolate syrup over her upper body. The flow made her moan as it massaged her skin.
“Where's the banana?” Tara asked with a cheeky smile. She was answered as a banana was shoved mercilessly into her helpless pussy. She felt it move in and out as Sarah mouth sucked on one of her hard nipples. The action made Tara arch her back and breath with ecstasy.
Sarah stop sucking on Tara’s title and stood before the three executives. “And that is how you make a Banyan Slut… I mean split. Have a good night.” She smiled and waved exuberantly to the camera.
“Well done Sarah, you are definitely going on to the third round of interviews. Are you free for another hour.”
“Anything for you Mr. Blane.” She smiled and winked.
“Excellent. After you get cleaned up, meriwether from our costume department will see that you get your cloths for the next interview. Just come back in here when you're done.” Sarah skipped gleefully out of the studio and to the showers, leaving Tara on the table. soaking in ice cream and her own juices. Once the door closed Blane spoke. “Tara that was marvelous, you two definitely had major Spink and chemistry together. That's why we want to offer you a chance to be the presenting face of Daring Do. You've shown you can give and receives messy punishment without hesitation. You can think on your feet and are funny to boot. If you don't want this chance, we'd still love it if you were one of our stage hands.”
Tara sat up in purchasing elation. “I'd love to be the presenter. just sign me up.”
“I knew you'd be in.” Jennifer cut in. “Here's the deal sugar. There are two other girls we've chosen, three if Sarah nails her third interview. We need to shoot some test footage for this show, not necessarily a full length episode, just something we can show the execs to get their mouths watering. The winner of the test footage games will be the presenter. Don't worry, if you lose you'll be a higher level stage hand, so losing the game won't mean you're off the show.”
“Sounds super fun.” Tara said excitedly.
“Great, just one more thing. Sarah was our last person that's going to move on to the third round of interviews. Since you know the format, that means there's no one in the dominant position. Would you like some revenge Tara. You've been such a good sport so far and well, to be honest you're here now and it would speed up the process.”
Tara’s face twisted into a devilish grin. “Oh I would love to get her back.” With that, Tara waited for Sarah to return playing the part of a submissive college intern.
The Rise of Tara: Part 4
First off, I'm sorry it took a while to post this. So, does anyone wonder what happened between Tara and Sarah. It seems like Tara has met her match in Sarah. We all know Sarah has moved on to the final round but what happens next is anyone's guess.
Tara was very excited. She could hear the crowd bustle and hustle in the stands. This was the final step on her journey to become the presenter. When she started this, three interviews ago, it was the mess that brought her, not the money or the fame. That was still the case, but she hadn’t expected to make it all the way to the final four. She would have been fine with a stagehand position. This was far and beyond what she had in mind. She was sure the other three girls felt the same, thought she wasn’t sure who they were yet. She was the first out of her changing room. She had squeezed her 34Cs into the white tanks top, which was cut low to sho w off maximum cleavage. Her size four frame squeezed into the very short yellow athletics short. She had sneakers and knee high socks with matching yellow strips.
"Howdy stranger, are you excited." Tara turned at the familiar voice. Sara stood with her hand on her cocked hip. She was dressed in a similar way, only her color was green. "You ready to get messy?"
"You know it, messy and a little less dressy." Tara winked. "Do you know any of the other finalists?"
"We were in separate dressing rooms so I didn’t see anyone." Both looked around at the sound of foot prints. Before them was a saucy looking latina, long dark hair, pert 32Bs but large hips and a shapely rump barely fit into the purple shorts. Her bottom cheeks peeked out the leg holes.
"Hey there, you two seem to know one another. My name’s Maria, nice to meet you." She extended her hand which was taken by both girls who introduce themselves.
All three turned at the latest entry into their little group. His girl was tall, blond hair with blue eyes, definitely scandinavian. "My name’s Teresa, I’ll be winning this by the way. Just thought I’d let you know." The pink shorts hung loose on her long thin legs.
"Good to know." Sara looked at Teresa skeptically. Tara was beginning to not like this latest entry into the bid of presenter.
"Will all the ladies please come on stage." Jennifer’s voice came over the speakers. Apparently the lack of presenter meant Jennifer’s voice was going to be the commander in chief for this evening's fun. All four went onto the stage to the crowed cheered and whistled at the four lovely ladies. "Now here’s how it’s going to go, we’re going to have three events. That means that by the second round there will be two girls that will be out of the running. Those girls will be head stage hands, but as the ultimate losers of the game, as with all the losing two, they will be on humiliated all throughout the pilot episode. So let’s get started. Our first game will be pretty simple. Please step to the round console and pick a space." The four girls went to a comically Sci-Fi looking device in the center of the stage. There were four areas, each with four colored buttons.
"This is going to be a memory game, we’re going to light up a pattern in front of you, they’ll all be the same, but those that don’t get it right will get a wet surprise. You have three strikes and you’re out for this round. Let’s get this thing going" The red button lit up and a tone was heard. All four hit the red button and the tone repeated. The next round was just as easy, but with two lights. Three lights lit up, but a little faster. It wasn’t until the sixth round that water fell on Maria. It was now apparent why they were wearing white shirts. Two things were immediately clear after Maris soaking, the water was extremely cold as evident by her pert nipples, and she had elected to no wear a bra. The shirt was not completely transparent, but it was far less opaque than it was moments before. The next round led to Maria getting a second dunking, both her shorts and shirt lung to her. She shivered, making her bust jiggle as well. The shirt was basically useless at this point, going completely transparent. Her shorts clung to her shapely bottom. The camera was sure to get a good shot of the clinging shorts which formed perfectly her bottom, showing her crack in great detail.
Water also rained down on Sarah. Her bra was on display as her shirt slowly went clear. She shivered with the cold and cast a worried look at Tara. The next round, Sarah was safe, but Tara received water dousing. It was ice cold and her shirt was showing off the peach bra underneath. Mara got her third strike as well, and instead of water, she was covered in green slime. Defeated, she walked away from the consol. There seemed to be no stopping Teresa and her seemingly perfect memory. Her memory held up for another round, but Sarah was out and covered with green slime. Tara also received another dousing of water. She felt the shorts cling to her behind. Now it was just down to Tara and Teresa. Tara knew the game was won, and she was eager to feel the slime envelope her body. She not so intentionally missed the pattern for the third time and was rewarded with a deluge of slime over her body. There was some solace in a chilly waterfall came over Teresa.
The four contestants took up a line center stage. "Okay ladies, good first round, just to make things more realistic, the losers are going to have to do a forfeit. Tops off ladies." Deftly the three losers removed their tank tops. Maria was mildly regretting not wearing a bra. luckily the slime covered her bare tits.
"Next game will be a seek and find. please make your way to the tables." The four went to four tables, each laden with pies and cakes. There is a surprise in one of these deserts. You have thirty seconds to find it. Go!" Teresa groped the pies, two at a time. It was a little slow going. She felt the filling and icing cover her hands. She was all for getting messy, but there was a time and a place and she felt this event was neither.
Maria was groping pies with her hands and even smashing her face into the various deserts. She enjoyed the feeling of pie against her face and hands. Every time she moved her face from one pie to another, some of the filling fell from her face to her exposed chest. The feeling urged her on. The mess made her excited, that was why she was there after all. She was halfway through her pies and cakes, but still hadn’t found anything.
Sarah was much more exuberant, she was smashing the pies all over her body. One after the other, she took pies and cakes, smashing them into her face and exposed chest and stomach. She smashed a cherry pie into her face, and a cak into her bra covered titst. The icing that smeared down her front was beginning to make her wet. In rapid succession she smashed cakes and pies all over her body. Filling joined icing as Sarah covered her body in more desserts. She would have gone faster, but the feeling was to enjoyable to not enjoy.
Tara was far more adventurous. From the word go, she jumped onto the table and began rolling around the spread. Soon her entire body was covered. Pie and icing seeped through her shorts. The pie filling crept into her bra cups through her cleavage. She very much enjoyed the the feeling of cream and dessert all over her body. It was not long before she found the ‘secret objet’, a purple dildo. After It was seen she had found her prize, she continued to roll in the slp and giggle. She would be moving along to the next round, though she was sorry to see Sarah out of the running. "Very good Tara, you and Teresa will be moving on to the next round. I’m sorry Sarah and Maria, you’ll still get to be some leading stagehands, but you’ll have to pay the forfeit on the next episode. Teresa, time to show some skin, off with the shirt." Teresa rolled her eyes and pulled the soggy shirt over her head. She was far more angry about losing than having to show off her teal triangle bra which her C cups were spilling out of.
"You two are going on to the final round, please step over to the large vat of very gooey slime." Both girls walked to the ten foot clear vat. Inside they could see the green slime, and on either side of the four foot high vat, there were ledges, similar to that of a dunk tank. They put two and two together and picked a side to sit on. "Well you two are certainly smart cookies so, first one in the slime is the looser. Put on shot ladies." Tara and Teresa picked up the bean bags on their right and began throwing them at the targets. Teresa’s first shot landed far away from the target, it was clear she was not into sports. Tara almost hit the target but fell short. Teresa’s next shot landed a little closer. Tara was sure her bag hit the target but nothing happened. Teresa’s bag came fairly close but Tara was not worried. She flung her bag even harder at target, and her aim was just as true as before. Teresa plunged into the slop and came up spluttering.
"Congratulation Tara, you’ve won the coveted presenter positions. How do you feel?" Jennifer spoke.
"Way to clean." With that Tara jumped into the slop with the still fuming Teresa. The slime enveloped her and she breathed in, feeling the pressure of the goo around her. She even opened up the front of her shorts, letting the slime envelope her nether regions.
"You!" Teresa seathed. She waded over to Tara. "I’m going to make you pay." She pulled down the front of Tara’s bra, exposing her very slimy nipples. Tara didn’t even mind, though she felt it was only fair to reciprocate. Soon, the slime covered triangle bra was off of Teresa and in the slop. Teresa repaid her by diving under the slime and pulled down her shorts and underwear. It was easy for Tara to scrunch into a ball and let the garments be fully remove. She very much enjoyed the feeling of the slime touching every bit of her naked body. The maneuver must have confused Teresa because she resurfaced when when was left with the fabric. This let Tara sneak up behind Teresa and pull her shorts and panties around her ankles With a slight push, Tara caused her rival to fall into the slime once more.
Tara decided it was time for her to get out, she’d had her fun. She made her way to the wall and leaped over, Her slime covered feed splatted on the floor. The only clothes she had were the shoes and socks, which were so covered, it was impossible to tell. Even though she was covered in slime, her hard nipples and swollen pussy made it easy for the audience and cameras to tell she was stark naked. Soon, Teresa joined her soon after, knowing it was a lost cause.
"Well Tara, that was quite a show, we expected nothing less. Teresa, I’m sorry, but you’ve been beaten fair and square."
"Yeah, whatever, screw you guys, I’m the best and you know it." Teresa stormed out of the studio to the showers. Tara shrugged and went to join her, content in her victory and the new adventure that was about to happen.