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Hey everyone, sorry it has taken so long for me to write another one of these stories– I have been swamped with work, but this was a great story to return to. I hope you enjoy. As a reminder for how this particular story works, who advanced after each round was chosen by a random number generator, so none of it was predetermined from round to round. Any of the girls could have won. Enjoy!
“Bienvenido a…Three Course Meal!”
Nelson Meddo, the affable host of Three Course Meal, graciously accepted the audience’s applause.
“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Or should I say, gracias? Because today, we have a themed episode of Three Course Meal, and that theme is…Mexican food! And really, is there a more appropriate theme? Not only is Mexican food delicious, but it’s particularly messy. Well, I’m excited to start, so how about we meet today’s contestants? Numero uno is…Laura!”
Laura came out and enthusiastically waved to the audience. She was one of those people who everyone adored. She was confident without being arrogant, and genuinely nice and hardworking. It didn’t hurt that she was pretty cute. She had shoulder-length auburn hair, a winning dimpled- smile, and, although naturally pale, she had developed a decent tan as she liked to be outdoors. She had never shied away from physical activity—and while she had never classified herself as a tomboy, she still enjoyed sports and was usually better than the boys her age. But she still had a girly side, and had always enjoyed dress-up. Her winning demeanor made her outgoing, and that’s why she had applied to be on the show. She knew she would get messy and, although she wasn’t necessarily looking forward to that part, she had gotten dirty before and felt that dirt and food couldn’t be that much different. And she certainly wouldn’t feel embarrassed. Once, on a dare ,she had streaked through the dining hall during lunch time, and pretty much her whole college had seen her. And if she had enjoyed that, then this show would be a piece of cake. Laura was wearing jean shorts and a red t-shirt.
“Numero dos is…Katie!”
Katie came out, wearing a blue shirt and jean shorts, with the shirt hanging to the side slightly to expose her shoulder and bra strap. She had very short chestnut brown hair, a button nose, and bright eyes. Although certainly not overweight, she was curvy, with shapely breasts which, although medium-sized, were incredibly supple and pleasing. She gave Laura a hug as she took her place in line. Katie had a bit of an ulterior motive in being here. Katie was gay and proud of it, and she watched the show regularly for the same reasons that she expected a lot of guys watched it too. She knew that the producers were looking for attractive girls to have on the show and that she could easily get on, and the chance to see three other hot girls get gunged up close was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.
“Next, we have numero tres…Bronwyn!”
Bronwyn displayed perfect posture as she walked out. She was not at all comfortable in her yellow t-shirt and jean shorts—she preferred to wear much nicer clothing. Bronwyn, whose blonde hair was sculpted in a designer haircut, enjoyed the finer things and felt that if you didn’t look your best, what was the point in going out? It wasn’t that she was stuck-up about it—she was actually very sweet—but it was her personal style and she felt weird being in front of so many people and feeling so naked in her t-shirt. But, that was the reason she was here. Some friends had sent in an application for her as a joke, so Bronwyn had only found out about the application when she was accepted. Her friends thought there was no way she would go on the show, so she had entered to prove them wrong—she wanted to show that she was able to be silly and have fun. And she had honestly thought that she could, but now she was not so sure. Why couldn’t she have just played a prank on her friends instead of going through with this? Like, shaken a soda bottle and put it back in the fridge. That would have been funny! Why oh why was she here? Oh well, at least she was proud of her makeup work—it was never gaudy, but she had on some light eye-shadow, rouge, and some bright red lipstick.
“Lastly, numero cuatro, Lexie!”
Lexie—or “Sexy Lexie” as she was known at her university—was dressed in a green t-shirt and jean shorts. Her most striking fixture, and that of which she was most proud, was her bright red hair. Lexie was a bit of a flirt, especially when she had alcohol in her (along with Sexy Lexie, her other nickname on campus was the Tequila Fairy since she always brought a bottle of tequila to every party) and had gained quite the reputation at her school. Combined with these factors, the fact that she was a gymnast and contortionist made her a regular object of desire around campus, and Lexie generally enjoyed the attention. She knew some guys were fans of the show and thought it would be a kick for them to see her there. And, hey, if she could get some money out of it then that was even better. There was a pair of red leather boots she had her eye on. She surveyed her fellow competitors and thought “I can take them. Easily.”
“Let’s give a hand for our lovely contestants—four hot tamales, I would say. Now, what do you say we move onto the next round?”
The audience cheered.
“And what do you say I stop awkwardly inserting random Spanish words into everything I say?”
The audience cheered even more, and the first course began:
The giant screen broadcast the food of choice for the appetizer course—nachos! The contestants were brought to a rock wall. The challenge was simple—they just had to get to the top of the wall. Each had their own section of the wall to climb. If they lost their grip and fell, they would have to go back to the bottom and start again. The only other specification was that, as they climbed, there were three buttons they had to press on their way up.
“Do we have to press those buttons?” asked Bronwyn, guessing what pressing the buttons would entail.
“Of course you do!” said Nelson slyly. He made sure that each of the contestants were ready and , after Nelson counted down, the girls began to climb. To nobody’s surprise, Laura took a quick lead, but Lexie was close behind her. Lexie found that people often underestimated her and she was determined to show them wrong. Bronwyn was strong—she worked out—but she was not used to this specific activity and was having trouble finding her footing. Katie, meanwhile, could have been doing better, but seemed to be distracted by staring at Lexie’s beautiful ass as she climbed ahead. Katie’s attention was brought back to the game when she felt something hit her left shoulder—she looked to her left and saw what it was—above her, Laura had hit the first button along the way and had been treated to a shower of particularly runny refried beans, and Katie had received a bit of the splatter. Laura had, of course, gotten the full treatment. She had to pause to wipe some of the thick, brown gunge from off her face before continuing. Not long after, Lexie reached the button and was treated to a gunging of beans as well, which matted down her beautiful red hair. But Lexie didn’t recover as well as Laura had and, in shock, had let go of the wall. She swung about on her harness and had to go to the bottom of the wall to start over. Katie made sure to get a good look at the gorgeous girl with beans and sauce all over her face and top.
Bronwyn was the next to hit her button. To her credit, she didn’t try to dodge the beans, she just shut her eyes and braced herself. Shying away from the falling refried beans, she managed to keep her face clean, but her fashionably-cut blonde hair received the beans in full. They coated her head and some uncomfortably went down her shirt. Not soon after, Katie received the beans and she looked up with a smile, taking them right in the face. She’d always enjoyed seeing other girls getting messy, but it was her first time getting messy herself, and it was a great feeling. She still liked seeing other girls getting messy more, but getting messy with them made it even better.
The girls continued to climb and Laura got to the second button easily. She pressed it and, predictably, was treated to another shower—this time of salsa. It was red salsa, rather watery, and managed to wash away some of the beans. The unflappable Laura kept going. Katie had surpassed Bronwyn at this point and was the next to hit her button, followed by Bronwyn. Bronwyn did not dodge these as well as the beans and sputtered a bit as they hit her right in the face. Bronwyn was closely followed by Lexie, who had gained quite a bit of ground considering that she had had to start over. The gunging of watery salsa was a generous one, and made their shirts cling to them.
Not long after, Laura made it to the third and final button. As she pressed it, she held onto the wall tight, and was very glad that she did, because the third gunging almost knocked her off. It was sour cream—thick and white, and it got everywhere. Laura’s entire head and face was coated in the thick white goop, and it had gotten all over her shirt, and even down to her legs a bit. It was on her arms and hands too, and she wiped her hands on a dry patch of her shorts so as to regain a steady grip. Of the gungings so far, this was the most unpleasant to Laura—she hated the smell of sour cream and it was thick and seemed to cling everywhere. The next to hit her third button was the fast-climbing Lexie, who had been determined to win this first challenge. She too was treated to a thick white gunging of sour cream, and she too did not enjoy it. Lexie had, in anticipation, leaned back to try and avoid the sour cream, but this plan had backfired. The sour cream coated her entire front and splashed off the wall and all over her face and neck.
“Uggh, it’s in my bra!” Lexie shouted as she paused for a second to wipe the sour cream away from her breasts. Katie almost fell off the wall upon seeing this. All three of her competitors were attractive, but Lexie was Katie’s type and she was enjoying this very much. She reached her button next and got a sour cream gunging of her own. She was rendered almost unrecognizable as her head and face were both completely covered with the white goop. But, unlike the others, she seemed to be enjoying it. Not too long after Katie, Bronwyn pressed her final button and, predictably, received a gunging of sour cream which, much to the audience’s delight, rendered her makeup job from earlier all but useless.
“Alright, all contestants have pressed the three buttons. Now they just need to get to the top to win!” Nelson commentated. And the girls tried to put some extra oomph into their climb to make it to the top.
Having held onto her lead the whole game, Laura managed to make it to the top first, but Lexie was very close behind—just seconds away. They triumphantly stood on the top of the wall, and Laura thought she heard Nelson say something about how it wouldn’t be nachos without…and suddenly, Laura and Lexie were simultaneously treated to one final gunging—of bright yellow cheese sauce. At this point, they were both unrecognizable under four layers of mess. Laura wiped some mess away from her eyes and put her hands up in the air—she was just thrilled to still be in the game. She looked at Lexie—this was a true competitor who might give her a run for her money.
Meanwhile, Katie and Bronwyn were neck and neck, but in the end, it was Katie who made it to the top first. She received a generous coating of the yellow cheese sauce signifying her victory, looking up to take it in the face, which seemed to please the audience. Her chestnut hair was now completely yellow and white. She was just excited to be moving onto the next round and have the chance to not only get more messy, but to see Laura and Lexie get messier too. The only shame was that Bronwyn wouldn’t be going on too. She might have been a bit stuck up, but she was definitely attractive. Katie extended her hand and helped Bronwyn up to the top of the wall.
As Laura, Lexie, and Katie went offstage to get cleaned up, Nelson went over to Bronwyn. The girl who usually wore lace and pearls was now a mess—covered in refried beans and salsa and sour cream.
“Well, Bronwyn, we’re sorry to see you go, but I hope you have enjoyed your time here,” said Nelson sympathetically.
“Enjoyed it? ENJOYED IT?!” shrieked Bronwyn. “Let me tell you something…this is the most fun I’ve had since I can remember! WOOHOO!” It was true—Bronwyn had let loose. She laughed, smiled at the camera and walked off, knowing that she could always refute anyone else who ever called her stuck up or self-possessed. Hey, if people at school didn’t believe her, she might even let them dump food over her again to prove her point. After what she’d been through on this show, that would be a walk in the park.
The three girls walked out and were surprised to see an empty stage—no obstacle courses, no devices, nothing. But Laura noticed, looking up, that there was a new addition to the stage, as three large buckets were hanging overhead. The girls were brought over to stand under the buckets and Nelson gestured to the big board to reveal the entrée of the day: CHILI CON CARNE.
“Now,” explained Nelson, “This next course is going to be a bit unusual for Three Course Meal—we don’t have any big task for you, we just ask that you take a nap, in the tradition of the siesta! The three of you have to lie on the ground, taking your siestas, and have to be completely still. Because if you move, you will receive a coating of…you guessed it…today’s entrée of chili con carne! The first person to move will be eliminated in a very messy fashion. Alright ladies, get comfortable, and get ready to lie completely still.”
The girls confidently lay down. They each felt pretty sure they would be able to do nothing for a long period of time, especially if moving meant that they would be eliminated and covered in chili. At Nelson’s command, the game began, and the three girls were all completely still. Laura was comfy—she knew she’d be able to hold this position for a while, but at the same time, she figured that Katie and Lexie would probably be able to also. Katie felt pretty confident, but was worried she’d start laughing, or would sneeze or something. She then immediately regretted thinking that because suddenly her nose began to itch. She tried to suppress it. Lexie was the most confident of the three. She had done yoga for many years and had entered a sort of meditative trance. After the girls had been motionless for a while, the producers seemed to think that it was time to shake things up a bit and make for some more exciting TV. Which is why Nelson was given an air horn, which he suddenly turned on without warning.
All three girls flinched. A half of a second later, Laura said “Oh no,” and all three girls were suddenly coated with thick, soupy chili. The reddish-brown tomato sauce was everywhere. Lexie had sat up instinctively after hearing the horn, and so the chili had coated the top of her head, covering her red hair and dripping over her face. Laura had realized what was going to happen before the other two and had shielded her face with her hands. Still, she was pretty messy, and wiped some of the chili off of her shirt with her chili-coated arms. But Katie had undoubtedly gotten the worst of it. She had only flinched slightly and had remained lying down, which meant that the chili had coated her face. And since she wore her t-shirt a little lose, with her left shoulder exposed, she had gotten chili all over her exposed upper half and some had gone in her shirt as well. Basically, she was covered…and she loved it. She playfully peeked inside her shirt to look at her chili-covered breasts. This was awesome, she thought. Lexie miserably looked over at Katie and saw that she was grinning ear to ear. “What a weirdo,” she thought.
“Well, all three of our contestants fell for our little trick. And all three had to suffer the forfeit. But, let’s take a look at the slow-mo replay to see who moved first,” said Nelson, and everyone looked at the large video screen. In slow motion, they saw the three girls move, and then get covered in chili. It still looked like they had all moved at the same time, but they enjoyed getting to watch the instant replay of the gunging. Nelson had them slow it down again, and this time it was obvious that one of the girls had moved a fraction of a second before the others. And, to the disappointment of many in the audience, it was Lexie.
“Lexie, we’re so sorry to see you go.”
“Sorry?” said Lexie incredulously. “This is ridiculous! This is so unfair!”
“You’re right,” agreed Nelson. “It is unfair. After all, only the person who moved first was supposed to be covered in chili. But Katie and Laura got it too. But, don’t worry, Lexie. We’ll make things right.” Before Lexie could process what Nelson was saying, she was hit straight on with a showering of thick yellow slime. It coated her once red hair and made her whole head yellow. She tasted it and realized it was melted cheddar cheese.
“What do you say, Lexie? Does that chili taste better with cheese?”
Lexie was furious. Chili and cheese was everywhere and, despite the wolf whistles from the crowd, it was the least sexy she had felt in a long time. She wiped the cheese from her eyes and stormed off the stage without answering. As the audience gave the stunning girl a standing ovation she flipped them off. This just made the audience cheer louder as she stormed away.
A cleaned up Laura and Katie nervously awaited the dessert course. Laura was excited she had made it this far. Sure, she had gotten messy, and she hadn’t exactly enjoyed it, but she knew there was just one more course and then she would win the money. Katie, on the other hand, could hardly contain herself. She had been excited to be on the show, but this had all been even better than she could have anticipated. As they waited for the commercial break to end, Laura turned to talk to her competitor.
“You sure seem to enjoy getting messy.”
“Absolutely—I’ve always wanted to try. You?”
“Not so much. And I hear that the dessert round is the messiest of all,” said Laura.
“Try to enjoy it. When will you ever get to do something like this again?” suggested Katie. “And, besides, the audience loves it if you look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I guess you’re right,” considered Laura. And, with that, they were brought back on stage, where Nelson began the dessert course.
“Welcome back to THREE COURSE MEAL! Now, it’s time for the dessert course. And before we reveal which dessert our lovely finalists will be turned into, there’s one important matter of business to take care of. As you know, it’s customary for the final two to play the dessert round in their underwear. So, ladies, shall we get ready for the round?”
Katie pulled her shirt off without hesitation, revealing a plain, light blue bra, which matched her underwear. Her lack of hesitation wasn’t exactly because she was eager to strip—not in front of this mostly male audience—but because she would rather get it over with. And she didn’t exactly mind being in her underwear. But, knowing she was about to get messy in her underwear in front of a crowd of people, well, it all felt like some strange sexual nightmare and she couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited.
Laura hadn’t expected to be so hesitant to take her clothes off. After all, pretty much her whole school—or at least the people she knew— had seen her naked when she had streaked, but the fact that she was taking her clothes off in front of strangers and cameras was weird. Then again, she didn’t have a choice, and she had just gotten messy (and would soon get much messier) in front of these same strangers, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t embarrassed already. She took off her shirt to reveal a great chest, wearing a white bra with tiny pictures of roses all over it. Her underwear was the same—white with roses, but with a little red bow at the top. As she walked over to where Nelson stood, she felt Katie playfully grab her ass and wondered what that was about.
“Alright, shall we see what today’s dessert course will be?” asked Nelson rhetorically. He gestured towards the big board and the word “ASSORTED” was displayed in big letters.
“Now what this means, ladies and gentleman,” Nelson explained, “is that our two contestants will be covered with, not one, but four different types of desserts. And here to help ensure that this happens, let’s bring back out Bronwyn and Lexie!” Bronywyn and Lexie, now cleaned up, each came onto the stage pushing a dessert trolley with five covered trays. As always, the dessert round consisted of five questions—for each question the contestants answered correctly, they would get be treated to another dessert and the first to get five correct would win.
Laura was asked the first question, which she got correct.
“Well done, Laura,” said Nelson. “Now, Bronwyn, if you would lift off the cover of the first tray…” Bronwyn did and revealed what looked like a lime-green slushie.
“That right there is a frozen margarita,” explained Nelson. “And, Bronwyn, if you would like to do the honors…”
As the audience cheered, Bronwyn walked over to where Laura was sitting. Laura closed her eyes in anticipation of what she was sure would be an unpleasant feeling. “Sorry about this,” whispered Bronwyn as she tipped the large glass so that it flowed over Laura’s head. But, if Bronwyn was sorry, then it didn’t show. She poured it slowly so that the icy slush trickled down everywhere. As it cascaded down her head, Laura let out a little gasp—it was even colder than she’d imagined it would be. And, of course, she wasn’t particularly dressed for the occasion. Bronwyn moved the glass around so that the freezing cold concoction got everywhere—first trickling down to the small of Laura’s back, and then, of course down the front, which made Laura shriek out, much to the delight of the audience. After what felt like forever to Laura, the glass was finally emptied. As Laura was given a towel to warm up a bit (which was quickly taken away), and it was Katie’s turn.
Katie also got her question correct, and beamed—not just because she was one step closer to the prize, but because she knew what was coming next. And she knew that it would be coming from Lexie. Lexie was less graceful in her delivery than Bronwyn had been, and she quickly upturned the margarita so that it hit Katie head on and splattered. And although the feeling was not as prolonged, it had much the same effect, with the ice getting everywhere. The margarita wasn’t messy enough for Katie’s liking, but there was still something exhilarating about the cold ice hitting her.
Laura got the second question correct as well. Bronwyn removed the cover from the lid to reveal the next dessert—a glass of a milky substance.
“This is horchata,” announced Nelson, “a popular sweet beverage that’s like an especially milky porridge, often made with rice or almonds. And, Laura, you get to try it firsthand!”
Bronwyn employed the same slow-pouring tactic. It rolled down her face like a waterfall—it wasn’t a thick liquid, but was slightly thicker than milk. To make matters worse, the horchata was a bit chilled—not as much as the frozen margarita of course, but since she was already so cold, the horchata was not a welcome addition. Laura’s mouth was open in shock as the horchata went everywhere. It was slightly sticky, and the milky liquid clung uncomfortably to her skin. Katie got her second question correct too and enjoyed herself immensely as Lexie dumped the horchata over her head. Katie leaned back a little to get the brunt of the liquid on her face and chest.
Laura missed her next question—an admittedly difficult one. But Katie got hers right. Lexie removed the lid from the covered tray to reveal a plate of churros with chocolate sauce. Katie actually cheered from her seat. She’d been hoping there would be chocolate—the substance she had always enjoyed most. It was a fantasy of hers to pour chocolate all over an attractive girl, but she would take having Lexie pour chocolate over her in a heartbeat. And since the first two desserts in this round had been pretty thin, Katie was looking forward to getting really messy. Unfortunately for Katie, Lexie was not as excited about this opportunity as she would have been. Lexie was still pretty angry at being kicked off and had only begrudgingly agreed to participate in this round at all. She dumped a bowl of melted chocolate on Katie only half-heartedly, and managed to get a lot of it on Katie’s bare legs. Katie gamely leaned forward to try and get some of it on her head, and while it wasn’t the head to toe covering Katie had been hoping for, she was still beaming underneath her chocolate coating. It wasn’t a lot, but it was still chocolate.
“Now, Lexie, I think we can do better than that,” said Nelson. And he brought out a giant bag of cinnamon sugar—used to coat churros—and threw it at Katie, who shrieked with surprise. The sugar stuck to her wet skin and, for the first time in the show, Katie was rather taken aback. Laura got her next question correct. Katie and the audience were all glad to see that Bronwyn took more care with her task as gunge administer. She poured the chocolate studiously over Laura, covering her upper half well. And, of course, Laura got a nice blast of the cinnamon sugar too.
Katie, holding onto her lead, answered her next question correctly, and Lexie revealed that the next dessert was a creamy tres leches cake, which she was to push into Katie’s face. Lexie unexcitedly picked up the cake and walked over to Katie as the audience cheered, excited for the pretty girl to get some nice facial coverage. As the audience cheered, Katie whispered to Lexie, “Hey, really let me have it.”
Lexie looked confused. She couldn’t believe this weird girl had made it to the finals instead of her. Well, if she wanted her to let her have it, then she was going to get it. Lexie slammed the cake in Katie’s face with full force. The audience erupted in cheers as the cake sprayed everywhere. Katie was absolutely covered from her head down to her shoulders. The cake was all over her face and neck and breasts, but the whipped cream topping had exploded to even reach down to her legs. It was a thick cake and so there was a substantial amount of the cake everywhere. Lexie looked at Katie’s face—even under the layer of cake, Lexie could see that Katie looked amazed and was absolutely speechless. “That’ll show her,” though Lexie, glad to have wiped the satisfied smirk off of Katie’s face.
“This is the most turned on I’ve ever been,” thought Katie. She pretended to wipe some of the cake off of her bra, but it was really an excuse to rub the cake into her breasts.
Laura was not looking forward to the cake like Katie had been. Maybe it was the fact that she was in her underwear. Maybe it was the fact that the dessert messes were stickier than the savory ones. Maybe it was the fact that, unlike the other rounds where she could get cleaned up, she had to sit in the chair covered in mess and feel it uncomfortably matted down her hair. It wasn’t like she had particularly enjoyed the other messes, but this round was truly the worst. And seeing how hard Lexie had smashed the cake into Katie’s face, she was really not looking forward to this. There was something so unpleasant to her about the idea of getting pied in the face. Or, in this case, caked. But she really could use the prize money that came with winning. She was relieved that she knew the next question—she was losing the round and couldn’t afford to fall even more behind. After she answered the question correctly, Bronwyn came over cake in hand and Laura braced herself for the worst. Luckily for Laura, Bronwyn was not as aggressive as Lexie had been, and chose to smush the cake into the face rather than throw it at full force. Unfortunately for Laura, she still got pretty messy from this. Bronwyn twisted the cake so that Laura could feel the cream attaching itself to her face. And then, the worst part, Bronwyn pushed the cake upwards so that it got all over Laura’s hair. Bronwyn removed the cake to admire her handiwork— and couldn’t even see Laura through the thick mound of cream. A large chunk of cake fell down from off Laura’s face and landed in her lap.
“It’s Katie’s turn, and for those of you who have been counting,” said Nelson, “You know that if she gets this next question right, she’ll be treated to the final dessert and win the game. The win was so close Katie could taste it, but her heart sank when she realized she didn’t know the answer. She guessed, but even as she said the answer she knew it was wrong. With just one question to go, the game was now tied up.
“Alright,” said Nelson, “We’re going to ask one more question. If you know the answer, blurt it out. If you’re the first person to answer correctly, then you win. But—be careful—because if you answer incorrectly, then your opponent will win. Here’s the question: which member of the Beatles wrote the song “While My Guitar Gently Weeps?”
“I know this!” thought Katie. “I’ve won! It’s G…” but right as she was about to say it, she heard Laura excitedly pipe up…
“That answer is…correct! Congratulation, Laura! You have won!”
Laura jumped up out of her seat and gave Bronwyn a big messy hug. Despite having enjoyed the mess before, Bronwyn was clearly not loving getting this mess on her—she hadn’t brought another change of clothes and would now have to walk home like this. The look of disgust on her face said it all.
“Bronwyn, after that hug, I think you might enjoy helping Laura finish off the dessert cart?” said Nelson.
“Absolutely,” said Bronwyn, lifting off the cover of the lid to reveal that the final dessert was a flan, swimming in a caramel sauce. Laura’s heart dropped. She was already feeling sticky enough, and this sticky dulce de leche flan wouldn’t help matters. Still, she had won, so she might as well take her “prize.”
Bronwyn went over and smushed the custardy flan onto the top of her head. Bits of the flan plopped down onto Laura’s arms and legs and into her cleavage. And then, Bronwyn overturned the bowl of caramel sauce, sure to get every last drop over the already very messy girl’s head.
“Laura, you’re quite a sight,” said Nelson. “How does it feel to have won?”
“Well, I think I’ll be able to enjoy it more in a few minutes after I’m not covered in sticky desserts.” And when I can get a shirt on again.” The audience laughed. “And, I’d like to thank Katie for being such a good competitor!” Laura graciously added.
The audience cheered for the runner-up, who joined Laura at the front of the stage. She was disappointed not to have won, but couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed herself. The ever kind Laura reached out for a hug, which Katie happily accepted. As they broke apart their hug, Katie leaned over and licked Laura’s cheek—a nice, long lick, which completely cleaned part of Laura’s cheek from the many layers of mess. The audience went wild, and a confused Laura hardly noticed when Katie said “Hey champ, you got a little something here,” and wiped away some flan from off of Laura’s right breast, giving Katie a chance to get a good grope in. “Yeah,” thought Katie, “I’m definitely okay with losing.”
Nelson, who managed to catch Katie’s subtle move smiled. This was one of the best episodes the show had had to date. And he really felt like Mexican food now. He was beaming as he looked out at the audience and said “Join us next time for another episode of…THREE COURSE MEAL!”