Sunday 5 January 2014

Carla Bonner Steph Scully

Carla Bonner Steph Scully

Steph Scully was a popular person in her town, especially on Ramsey Street. She was about to learn that sometimes having lots of friends can put you into messy situations just as much as having lots of enemies could. All of her friends and family, on this occasion, were plotting against her, wanting to ensure that she received the messing of a lifetime. A lot of people wanted to see it happen to her, just because they thought that it would be hilarious to see. Everyone wanted to see it happen to her, so they came up with a plan and began to put it into motion.

Steph was working in the garage one day as usual. It came time to go home. She took off her overalls and started to leave to go home. She exited the garage. However, when she closed the door and turned the corner, half of the street was there waiting for her. She thought that this was a bit strange. “Hi, everyone, what’s happening?,” she asked. “Oh we have a little surprise for you,” her best friend Libby said. Steph wore a pair of khaki shorts and an army green tank top.  “Uh, what exactly do you mean?,” Steph asked. “Oh you will see soon enough, Libby said. Steph and Lib’s fathers guided Steph by her arms over to a plastic lawn chair and sat her down.

Before she knew what was happening, Steph was pelted with a large container of ice water. The freezing cold water splashed her hot, sweaty tanned skin. It soaked her tank top, which now pushed up against her suddenly rock hard nipples. She screamed at the top of her voice and shook her hands. The ice flowed down her sizzling hot body. She leaned over and glared at her friends and family. The cold water dripping sensually down her skin.


Before she knew it, Steph’s parents were approaching her carrying bottles of chocolate sauce and squirty cream. in their hands. “Mom, Dad, what are you doing?,” she asked in her Australian accent. “Please no, don’t do this to me,” she begged. They smiled evil grins as they made their way towards her. She shook her hands in front of her, begging them off. “You can’t do this to me. No, please,” she pleaded, but they did not relent. They walked towards her with gigantic smiles on their face.  They just chuckled and did not respond. She shouted ,”No!” , as her parents began to spray her with chocolate and whipped cream. She could not believe that her parents were really going to do this to her. Before she could react they began to spray her with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Her father squeezed the chocolate syrup all over his daughter. He sprayed it on her dirty blonde hair, down her face, across her top and then all over her shorts, irreversibly staining them with brown stains. He then sprayed her down her legs. She laughed in embarrassment. In the meantime, her mother was unloading a can of whipped cream onto her. She made a circle on the top of her head and then made a funny face with the whipped cream on her daughter’s face. She then made circles on her breasts and then sprayed more down her front and on her lap. All of Steph’s friends and family found this hilarious. Steph looked down and then cleared her eyes. She honestly did not know weather to laugh, cry or scream.

Her parents then took two more bottles. They stuck the bottle of chocolate syrup and pushed it down the back of her green tank top. They then pushed the whipped cream bottle down between her breasts. They then began to squeeze. Steph shrieked and kicked her legs as she felt the mess down her shirt against her sweaty skin. She did not have a bra on , so could feel the mess right on her breasts and back.  The chocolate sauce covered her back and flowed down the back of her shorts as well. Her stomach and chest were soon covered in whipped cream. It melted and lost shape, oozing out of her shirt at the top and the bottom of it. She gasped. Soon her shirt overflowed with the mess. She was hoping that this would be it, but she knew that one or two other people would probably want to get their chance as well.

Her sisters were next. They each carried a jar of relish. One had pickled relish and the other tomato relish. They carried the jars in their hands and laughed. They pointed at their sister. They unscrewed the lids and moved in behind Steph, getting ready to pour it over her. They stood next to one another, looked at each other and then tipped the jars over. This sent a slow cascade or lumpy red and green relish down over Steph’s head and shoulders. It slowly dumped on top of her head in flows of green and red. It toppled down her face and chest. The girls then reached in the jars with their hands and pulled out the last handfuls of the relish. The older one plopped her hand on Steph’s chest and the younger on her face, smearing the relish around on their sister’s person. They rubbed it around and laughed. They then slapped hi five. Steph was speechless.


Next to come was her on again off again lover Toadie. She had been close to him for most of her life. Now he approached her with a bucket of baked beans. “I have always wanted to do this,” he quipped. He smiled coyly, but kept a comical, serious look upon his face as he approached. Steph shook her head. She really could not believe that this was really happening to her. She was so embarrassed. Toadie on the other hand could not believe that he was really going to get the opportunity to pour a bucket of baked beans over Steph. This was something that he could have never even dreamed of. It was beyond his wildest fantasies. He smirked as he looked down at her. He acted quite silly, eliciting laughs from everyone watching. Steph became a bit annoyed with him. He seemed to feel that the whole thing was hilarious.  He was enjoying this moment to the full. “Sorry Steph,” he said sarcastically. He lifted the bucket in the air, gave a mischievous look and began to dump the masses of baked beans onto Steph. Steph cringed. Her face squashed together and her eyes closed as a river of baked beans poured down onto her head and over her face. In an instant, she was up to her ears in baked beans. They poured down over her. They poured onto her shoulders and onto her breasts. People made a semi circle around her and took as many pictures as they could of this happening to her. She cringed at the amount of embarrassment that she was undergoing at this point.  Everyone watched and laughed as baked beans covered Steph Scully. She had enjoyed doing this to her friend Libby and now it was her turn to experience it. At this point, her whole world was beans. The beans looked amazing on her tanned skin. They rolled over her toned body. The taste and smell were revolting,
however.


Finally, it was Libby’s chance to get revenge. She carried a bucket filled with beef stew. In it were huge chunks of beef, carrots, sweet corn, peas, green beans, potatoes and more, all in a thick brown stew. It was thicker than gravy and very messy. It looked as though it were leftovers and had been sitting for awhile, waiting to be used on Steph. Libby smiled,” Oh yeah, Steph, its all coming your way. Payback is going to be sweet.” She lifted the bucket, with some strain, as it was very heavy with mess. She managed to use her knee to raise it. She started pouring over Steph’s back and down her behind. She then raised it and poured more over her shoulders and down her cleavage. She then lifted it all the way and began pouring it over her friend’s head. Steph could feel bits of the stew in her top and on her skin. The mess poured down over Steph’s face, covering it entirely. It dripped from the ends of her hair. She opened her legs and held her hands out, as the stew poured over her, collecting everywhere. She could feel it on the seat below her. She wiggled her arms and hands and took a deep breath.

She then stood up and grabbed Libby. She wrapped her arms around her, getting some of the mess on her. They laughed and fell on the ground. It had been a very embarrassing day for Steph. She could not believe what had happened. She was not too angry about it though and took the teasing she received about it with good humour.

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