Jen takes the Ice Bucket Challenge (Ice Bucket Challenge Challenge entry)

My entry for the Ice Bucket Challenge Challenge. Featuring Jen, the main character from my upcoming new story series. This is a teaser of what’s to come in the future…

This Story Contains Strong Language 

Well, it looks like I’d better do this Ice Bucket Challenge thing then, I’ve been nominated enough times on Facebook already! Five nominations in total, so does that mean I have to use five buckets or just the one? Fuck it, I’ll do 5. It’ll be fun!

Right, I decided I would do it at work as I don’t actually have any private outdoor space back at the flat to do it in and I don’t want the inside of the flat to get soaked. Plus, I managed to find 5 massive 40 litre bins out the back of the kitchens that I can use. And this way, I can also raid the freezers for ice! I’m gonna make sure these buckets are freezing! ‘Why would she want to do that?’ you may ask, but it’s the kind of weird thing that I get a kick out of. I mean, nothing beats a good pie to the face or a jug of custard over the head, but I guess an ice cold bin-full of water also does the job. Also, this is one of the only times that I can get away with such behaviour in public without getting funny looks!

Ok, I’m gonna do it now that my shift has ended for today. Alex has kindly decided that she will pour the water over my head. Little does she know that I’m gonna nominate her so she can go through this too! Time to fill these bins up and get going…

I’m in position now,  all five bins are full to the brim with ice cold water complete with chunks of ice floating on top, the camera is set up and Alex is ready to pour. She’s loving this, and still has no idea that I’m gonna nominate her to do it too! Can’t wait to see her face.

Ok, the camera is rolling…

“Hey, I’m Jen and this is my Ice Bucket Challenge. I’ve decided to go all out and use five times the amount of water, considering that I’ve been nominated five times!” I’m starting to get a tingle of excitement in my stomach now, it’s gonna be freezing, but secretly I can’t wait!

“I nominate my flatmate Ellie Fisher, my friends Kate MacLean and Nicole Wilson and finally Alex, who is here pouring the water over me today.” You should see her face! She wasn’t expecting that!

“Right, here goes! Pour away, Alex!” Shit, here it comes. Gotta brace myself.

FUCKING HELL! It’s freezing! It’s only the first bin-full and I’m soaked. My white blouse had turned virtually see-through and my black skirt is now stuck to my legs, much like my hair is stuck to my head. Time for bin number two!

Ouch! There’s more ice in this one, it hurts when it hits you right on the top of the head! My bra must be fully on show now, this is gonna make a good video for all my guy friends on Facebook to watch!

Bloody hell! The next wave of water has gone right down my neck and down my back. It’s so cold! Alex is gonna pay for this when I get my revenge!

Oh shit! Alex caught me off guard there, throwing the fourth bin-full right at me from in front, soaking the front of me further. My makeup has started to run down my cheeks and I don’t think this blouse is gonna be able to hold on for much longer. My legs got a soaking there too, they had stayed dry before.

The final bin’s just gone over my head, forming a dome from the top of my head as it pours. And there goes my blouse! It opened right up and has fallen off my shoulders! How embarrassing, especially on video!

I’m shaking after all that ice, arms folded across my chest to shield the camera from my boobs, now only protected by a bra. My soaking blouse is now hanging basically around my waist and my skirt is completely stuck to my legs. From the outside, it looks like I hated that. Secretly on the inside, I loved it! You can always rely on a simple bucket of water over the head to do the job!

“Well, that was my Ice Bucket Challenge, it’s your turn now girls. I look forward to getting my revenge on Alex! Don’t forget to donate!” Right, time to upload this to Facebook for the world to laugh at. Then I better get dry, change clothes and head home.

SHIT! Just remembered, I wore my uniform to work today, no spare clothes! I’m gonna get some strange looks on the tube like this!

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Kirsten’s Tale Part 3: Awakening

This isn’t really a WAM story as such. It’s really more of an interlude.

The Cleansing Room was next door to the studio the ladies had their fun in. It was a fairly large square room with a bench along each side. It was originally designed for Top of the Slops for the teams to clean up in, but the series ended before it could be completed. Rather, Slop Drop and Goo Your Own Way gungees (be they guests, staff or indeed Suzi herself) would use it to clean off. Natalie and Suzi sat on one side while Kirsten sat on the other. Suzi hit a big green button labeled “ACTIVATE”.

“What happens now?” asked Kirsten. Before a verbal answer could come, she felt a thick liquid hit her from above. She let out a surprised little yelp as it trickled over her. She could see that the others had closed their eyes and were deliberately smearing it all over themselves. No wonder – it had a slight soapy smell. She figured that was probably what it was. She began to rub the soap into every part of her body she could. It quickly turned into a white foam, which just as quickly gained color as it lifted the gunge from her hair and skin.

Barely a moment later a shower of warm water rained down on the three women. They rinsed their hair and clothes, but found that gunge was only flowing out of their hair and off their skin. “Oh, this isn’t good,” Natalie frowned as the water drenched her. “This stuff’s supposed to be universal.”

“Found its limits, huh?” Suzi pondered as she rinsed herself off. “I’m really not surprised. This gunge is supposed to be the best stuff you’ve ever made.”

“You should use it more,” suggested Kirsten.

“As much as I’d love to do a series of Slop Drop or something using this stuff, I doubt we’d get as many people on the show if we’re going to completely ruin their clothes,” Natalie frowned, rubbing her top in a failing attempt to try and get some of the gunk out of it.

The water stopped, and the side walls opened up to reveal a pair of huge fans. With a deafening whir they span into life and sent a breeze of warm air through the room. The water flew off the three women, their hair waving around in the warm wind. As quickly as the breeze started, it stopped, leaving them bone dry (barring the slimy coating on their clothes). “You weren’t kidding about the clean-up facility here!” Kirsten giggled.

Natalie smiled at the vindication and praise from her guest. “I’m glad you approve.”

“I guess you feel fulfilled now?” asked Suzi, waving her hair out of her face and then looking to the rocker girl. Even the wind had done nothing to shift the thick goo from Kirsten’s clothes, or from the clothes she and Natalie had on. She sighed and suddenly felt really relieved that she’d packed some spare clothing.

Kirsten thought for a moment. The whole thing had been incredibly fun for her. Certainly, she felt like she’d had the full GYOB experience she’d missed out on in a roundabout way. However, there was something else. “Yeah, except now I feel like I should gunge someone else!”

“Got someone you want to get your own back on, huh?” Suzi giggled.

Kirsten nodded, her heart pounding with excitement once again. “Yeah. I’d love to gunge…”

I have someone in mind for each of the poll options. I’m going away for a while for work reasons. Poll closes when I’m back, and I’ll reveal who it would have been for each.

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The Ice Bucket Challenge Supercut

More eagle-eyed readers may have noticed that one or two clips of something called “The Ice Bucket Challenge” have surfaced on the internet. This is a viral internet challenge where participants dump a bucket of ice water over their heads and then challenge other people to do the same or donate money to the ALS foundation or an equivalent charitable organisation.

Wetlook usually doesn’t do much for me, but the sheer number of celebrities who have taken part is amazing and there have been some great scenes, particularly for reactions.

While it’s been almost impossible to keep up with the number of videos over the past two weeks, we now appear to have moved past “peak ice bucket”, and I’ve pulled together a bunch of the scenes into one long supercut of the female celebrity soakings.

As a fair warning, some of these scenes feature multiple people getting drenched and so there is some male wetlook in there, so skip the video if that bothers you.

Here we go, 181 soaked celebrities in under 20 minutes … as a bit of fun, you can also take the quiz and see how many of the participants you can you name.

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W is (also) for… (by Mintsuko)

ahhhhhh fuck it’s like 957 words.

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As the next guest came onstage and passed a glance at the immense mess that had been delivered to Tiffany, she idly looked down at where her feet would be, if she could see them. So much of the incredibly weird mixture of over twenty kinds of slimy things… With one hand, Tiffany wiped a stray trail of a previous gooping that had been falling down her face, too close to the corner of her mouth for comfort. “Almost done, right?” she asked with obvious exhaustion in her voice. The pool around her had multiplied in size since the first few letters, and almost doubled since the halfway point.

“Right,” Amanda confirmed, as Tiffany glanced at the guest next to her, who smiled widely and nervously with two hands covering her face. “For W, we’ve got another musician, all the way from Japan.”

waka

“Representing ‘W’, we have Waka, vocalist of the all-female visual-kei band Danger*Gang! This is a rarity in a male-dominated genre, as far as I’m told.”

As Amanda spoke, Waka took her hands away from covering her face, to wave excitedly at both the girls. “It is a pleasure to be here and to meet you both,” she added, her pronunciation more like that of an accent given that English was a second language for her. Nevertheless, she seemed excited, although not quite as dressed up as was usual for her. Instead, she wore a white t-shirt, fittingly with a graphic of a dripping, bright pink pair of lips, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of black bracelets on one wrist. Before anything else, though, Waka took the time for a slight bow to the two of them.

Amanda’s smile grew as well, partly from the politeness, and partly from the hints of nervousness in their foreign guest’s behavior. “Is your band doing well, by the way? Although I haven’t heard of Danger*Gang before, I was told the band has been around a long time.”

“Yes, we are doing very well! We are planning a tour soon,” Waka’s voice seemed bubblier now, and her smile was even wider as she tilted her upper body to one side briefly, arms lifting from her sides and toes pointed upward, in a cute pose.

“That’s great!” Amanda replied. “Maybe you’ll get some new fans out of your appearance here. Also, I am loving that shirt.”

At that, Waka looked down, her fingers holding the shirt out straighter. As she giggled, she turned to face Tiffany, who may not have appreciated the symbolism as much as Amanda did. At that, Amanda’s smile slightly changed to a smirk.

“So, for the next gunging, we’ve got something thin and red, and not for the underage,” she announced eagerly, one hand hovering near the lever.

Tiffany’s posture relaxing when she hadn’t even realized she’d become tense — maybe it was a good thing that one of the last few substances was thin. As Waka glanced between the two of them curiously, Tiffany spoke up. “Wine, right?”

Amanda raised her hand dramatically in preparation to push the lever down. “Absolutely,” she laughed a bit, as she let her hand fall quickly to grab the lever and pull it. Tiffany, of course, shut her eyes as the red wine splashed down from above, with very few worries about wine stains due to a good amount of the large slimy mess the wine washed down her body and ran past. Puddles of red formed in the mixture below her, and although a large amount of mess still remained all over her form, parts of the thin wine dripped steadily off her arms and down with parts of the previous slimings. It wasn’t quite the shower she wanted, though.

Waka stared incredulously at poor Tiffany’s plight, covering her mouth in surprise. Only for a moment, though, as she began to laugh at the knowledge that it’d soon be covering her, too. She looked to Amanda during the laughter, her eyes glancing to the lever and back, slightly uncertain, but definitely still eager.

“Ready or not, here it comes,” Amanda smiled wide once more, and pulled the other lever with more force than grace. Although Waka did look up to see the barrel of wine tipping, she quickly looked back down and closed her eyes tightly as the red wine spilled out of the bucket and all over her body. The wine clearly wet her hair, and it stuck to her face as the rest of the wine splashed onto her shoulders, staining the majority of the white shirt, and rolling right on down her bare legs to pool at her feet. As the last trickle of wine fell from overhead, unexpectedly, Waka lifted her head and opened her mouth to catch them on her tongue, even as the wine soaked through her clothes. Although she’d seemed unprepared, she also didn’t seem to be minding, and when the drips stopped, she opened her eyes and lowered her head to look at the other two, laughing and wiping her face.

“That was kind of fun,” she remarked, decidedly shaking some of the extra wine off. “Thank you for having me!”

“Glad to have you,” Amanda replied, as Troy stepped onstage, waving Waka to follow him to the photoshoot. “Enjoy the photos!” Amanda finished, before Waka waved again, some wine from her arms flung off in the process.

As she picked up the wine bottle in the photoshoot area, Waka held it with one arm while her other hand, still dripping, hovered just above her face, and three of her fingers splayed out in a W-shape. One large smile later, and –

Snap!

“Perfect.” And without hesitation, this brings us to the ne-x-t contestant…

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So that was Mintsuko’s contribution to the A-Z and her first celebrity WAM story. I’ll be writing my comment on it later. Hopefully I won’t be the only one.

Fun fact: It was actually Mintsuko who gave me the name VanillaXSlime, so she’s actually pretty important!

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V is (also) for…

As Urvashi passed the next guest with a smile, that next guest strolled out of the wings with a broad grin upon her face.  Wearing a pink sports bra and black shorts, she raised powerful arms over head, posing for the camera in her athletic apparel.

Victoria-38

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Amanda announced, suddenly taking on the booming cadence of someone you might normally hear standing in a ring between two modern gladiators.  This change in tone roused Tiffany, who raised her heavy head and peeked from beneath her matted hair at the newcomer.

“Making her way to the seat, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at none of your darn business, she has wrestled as Tara…”

“That doesn’t begin wi–” Tiffany protested, only to be cut off.

“She has owned a pizza store as Lisa Marie…”

The aforementioned Tara parked herself on the seat, her muscles tense, her face a wonderful visage of excited trepidation.

“That still doesn’t begin with–” Tiffany muttered.

“I’m getting to it,” Amanda cut in.  “Perhaps most famously, she was a two time WWE Women’s Champion under the name Victoria, and the powers that be thought it would be appropriate to cover our professional wrestling pizza chef with… cheese!”

At her final word, Amanda threw a level and with that gesture, a rich yellow sludge flowed down onto Victoria’s head.  It ran slowly, oozing through her dark hair, the viscous liquid practically draping itself over her shoulders.  Comically she raised her hands, coating her scalp with the slime as if it were shampoo and even rubbing it under her arms.  When the flow was finished, she simply laughed, watching it run off the end of her nose.

Carefully, Amanda approached, holding a microphone to her guest at arm’s length.  “Victoria, how do you feel?”

“Great!” Victoria replied, sarcastic though not without mirth.  “I just came from the gym, I kind of needed that shower anyway.”

“Thank you very much,” Amanda said, hopping back and turning on Tiffany.  “And as for you–“

“Cheese doesn’t begin with V either!” Tiffany cut in.  She plunged into an earnest argument about the unfairness of all of this, her seemingly endless sliming and the C-list celebrities dug up just to find someone with the right name and the less-than-occasionaly stretching of the alphabet to find something unpleasant to dump over her.  This, she said, was the final straw.  “You can’t just give up on the concept and pick ‘cheese’!”

“It’s Velveeta cheese,” Amanda said at last.  Then she simply threw the lever.

“Oh!  That does begin with VEEEEEEEEEW!”

Laughing at Tiffany receiving yet another layer of sticky goo, Victoria stood up and gave a bow to the camera, before strutting her way off stage.  Tiffany, meanwhile, sighed and wiped what she could of the Velveeta out of her face, while Amanda bounced on her feet, watching with glee.  Behind the curtain, a dripping yellow Victoria posed with a tub of Velveeta in her hands while photographers snapped away.  Meanwhile, Amanda offered her broadcast colleague just a modicum of comfort.

“Only three more to go, you know!  Let’s find out who is Miss W!”

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