Martine McCutcheon short story
Martine McCutcheon was always a prime target for a messing.
She was at her peak when there were the messiest shows on UK television. She
had always managed to escape clean. She was never really that opposed to the
whole thing. It was just a matter of chance. She kind of liked the thought of
it deep down, but would never have admitted that to anyone. She certainly would
not have asked to be involved in messy situations. She was really cute. She was
slightly chubby but very attractive. She was someone who was high on a lot of
people’s list of potential victims.
She was heavily involved in adverts for Danone Activia
yoghurts. Her involvement with the product opened up some doors to a messy
situations. Being around the stuff and talking about it so much, made her begin
to imagine other uses for the yoghurt. Potentially naughty ones. The thought of
wearing some of the stuff began to creep into her imagination. When the idea of
such a thing presented itself, Martine did not object. She did not let on that
she was kind of happy about it deep down.
The commercial was similar to the usual ones at the beginning.
The sounds of the theme tune blared in the background. It was “Give me some
loving”, I believe. Martine came on screen in a pair of jeans and purple
blouse. She began to dance around. She told everyone that Danone was the nation’s
favourite yoghurt brand. She then extolled on its virtues at length. It was one
of those commercials where she was in a park with a load of other women that
were around her own age. It was meant to look fun and exciting. She went on and
on about how healthy and amazing the yoghurt was. She then said how much she
loved it.
The other women then pounced on her with whole containers of
yoghurt. They each had packages of six in each of their hands. It was all the
popular flavours; peach, strawberry, pineapple, blueberry and apricot. They all
ran towards her and dumped all of the yoghurt over her. Some of them throwing
the whole containers at her. She actually disappeared completely under the pile
of women as they plastered her in the yoghurt.
When they all pulled away, she was covered from head to toe,
splattered in the yoghurt. The different colours splodged all over her. She was
giggling and laughing. It was all over her curled brown hair and face. It
dripped down her dimples. It was all over her clothes and body. She seemed to
be covered in suit of yoghurt.
She then stood up and looked back at the camera. She took a
finger and lifted some of the yoghurt from herself. She then licked it off. “See
how much I love it. I just can’t get enough of it,” she said with a smile.
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