Tears of a Clown
Part II — Sad
The next morning, Kinsey woke up in her bedroom. What a dream, the teen told herself. What a fucking dream.
Only ...
No. There was no only, the girl told herself. It was a dream. A bad dream. But that was all it was. It was just a dream.
She went over to her computer and she switched it on. She wondered what she was going to wear to school today.
Her jaw was sore. She wondered why that was?
Her little brother better not have hogged all the hot water, the teen thought as she picked up her things before going to the shower.
She logged on. She had mail. Hardly a surprise, she thought. She’d just check to see if there was anything good there.
And there was the message, right at the top of the list. “Sexy sucks cock,” the subject said.
No. It couldn’t be.
It couldn’t be, but she had to know.
She opened the message. There was a video inside. She didn’t want to, but she had to know.
She opened the video.
It was the shot of a clown girl on her knees with a cock in her mouth and with guys all around her with their cocks hanging out. It was clear that this wasn’t the first dick that the girl had sucked and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. Her clothes were disheveled. The little black bra that had at one time held her tits had been pulled up as had the gauzy clown suit top and it was clear that in the not so distant past, someone had cum on the girl’s tits, and across the bottom of the screen were the words “Sexy Cocksucker.”
Kinsey stared at the screen. “No,” she wanted to scream. “No. It was all a dream.”
But she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t say anything. All she could do was watch.
“Kinsey,” her mom called out. “Are you getting ready? You don’t want to be late for school.”
Kinsey continued to watch the clown girl as she sucked cock.
“Kinsey,” her mom called out with a little more intensity. “Do you hear me?”
That finally seemed to snap Kinsey out of her reverie. “I hear you, mom.”
“Then you better get to it. I want to hear the shower going now.”
“I hear you, mom.” Kinsey looked at the screen for a couple of moments longer. The video had already looped back to the beginning and it was starting again. “I hear you,” the teen said. “I’m on my way.”
Kinsey tried to put the video out of her mind but it was hard when she saw what she was doing. Well, not her, she could tell herself because even if she remembered doing those things, she could lie to herself and she could tell herself that that certainly wasn’t her under all that make-up, and even if she knew it was, who else would know.
She closed her email and went off to take her shower but it would take a whole lot more than a little soap and water to wash away what she’d seen. Kinsey knew that but she also knew whatever had happened the day before, it most definitely was not going to happen again.
Kinsey was just finishing brushing her hair when she heard her cell phone ding. Without even thinking, she flipped it open to see which of her friends had sent her a message.
It was from a number she didn’t recognize but the message was plain enough. “See you at 7:00, Sexy.”
For a moment, Kinsey froze, not wanting to believe what she’d just read. Then her thoughts turned dark. Fuck them, the teen thought. How dare they. They don’t control me ... and then finally, they can’t control me, can they?
No, of course they couldn’t, Kinsey told herself. It just a cheap play at intimidation and it wasn’t going to work.
School was fine, the teen thought although she couldn’t wait for summer. She was going to totally spend a week at the beach working on her tan she told herself and after that, well she wouldn’t about what came after that until the time came.
And all the while, the text message she’d gotten earlier was fading further and further into the recesses of her mind, because after all, it really was unimportant.
Around about 6:30, Kinsey started to feel antsy but she wasn’t sure why. She brushed those feelings aside because she was sure they weren’t important.
By 6:40, she had the feeling that she was supposed to be somewhere but for the life of her, Kinsey had no idea where she was supposed to be. She’d thought she was going to stay home and do her homework.
By about 6:45, Kinsey knew doing her homework just wasn’t going to cut it. She knew she just couldn’t sit around the house when she knew she had to go out.
But where was she going to go. She knew some of her friends were going to be home studying, too. Maybe she should call a guy up and see if someone wanted to come over.
By 6:55, she’d decided she was going to go out. She had no idea where yet, but she knew she was going to go out.
Something happened when the clock turned to 7:00.
She was late. That was the first thought that went through her mind, and then ...
She was supposed to be somewhere, and it wasn’t good to be late and then ...
She remembered the text message. What the fuck, her mind told her. She couldn’t be responding to that.
No, she was just going out on her own. She wasn’t responding to that except every time she told herself that, she had the feeling that she had to hurry.
She had to hurry.
She was late.
It was 7:22 when her phone dinged at her. She was stopped at a stop light so she fished it out of her purse and she looked at it. “You’re late,” it said.
Fuck that, the girl thought and yet even as she thought it, she knew it was the wrong thing to think.
“Come to us,” her phone said and an address followed.
Fuck it, Kinsey said. She wasn’t going to go there.
But maybe her body didn’t agree with what her mind wanted to do because it wasn’t all that long before Kinsey found herself in the vicinity of the address and then she was passing in front of the very address itself.
It was a night club called Clowning but the place looked dark. Kinsey stopped the car and she got out. Why would her cell phone have guided her here?
She parked the car and she walked across the street. The place definitely seemed deserted. She tried to find a window but there was nothing.
Why would anyone want her to come here, she asked herself yet again, when there was absolutely nothing here?
She started to walk around the building. She wasn’t sure why but there had to be a reason why she was here.
She found a metal door ajar in the back of the place and for some reason, that excited her. It was the first indication that anyone was here. She walked up to the door and she knocked and then she pulled it open. It seemed to creak ominously and the interior of the place was dark. “Hello?” she called out. “Hello. Is anyone in there?”
She listened but she received no answer.
“Hello,” she called out again. “Hello.”
Again, there was no answer.
As she peered into the darkened interior, she could see a light off to her right. “Hello,” she called out again as she stepped inside. The corridor she was moving down was narrow. “Hello,” she called out again.
She thought she could hear someone. “Hello,” she called out yet again.
Suddenly, a clown stepped out in front of her. “You’re late,” the man said. “Do you like my flower?”
Kinsey barely had time to look down at the big flower that the man wore before the flower suddenly squirted something on her and in that instant, the room began to swim and within moments, the young woman was unconscious on the floor.
“I think she’s awake.”
Kinsey groaned.
“Yep,” said the voice. “She’s definitely awake.”
Kinsey looked up to find three clowns standing over her and she couldn’t help but groan. Not again, she told herself and then she amended that. Never again. Never would she let them do what they did the night before.
“You’re late,” said the spokesman.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“Yeah, so what?” the teen said again. It was good to get the upper hand here. “I still say fuck you.”
“She was late,” said the second clown.
“I already told her that,” said the first.
“She needs to pay for that.”
“Probably.”
“She needs to learn a lesson.”
Kinsey tried to move but just as had happened the night before, her hands were securely tied behind her. “Let me go.”
“Sorry,” said the spokesman. “We can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because as my friend said, you need to learn a lesson.”
“Fuck you.”
“She really needs to be taught a lesson,” said the second clown.
The first one nodded. “Regretfully, I think I must agree.”
Without warning, the third clown grabbed hold of her and pulled her head back and he was bringing a cloth towards the girl’s face. The cloth, Kinsey remembered. The cloth. It did something to her. It made her docile. It made her want to accept. She had to get away.
But getting away wasn’t that easy to do. He had her by the hair and she tried to twist her head but it was to no avail.
The cloth was wet as it stroked her face.
No, the girl tried to tell herself as she tried to twist her head away yet again. No. She had to get away.
But she couldn’t get away. The cloth was wet as it stroked her face.
She ... she had to ... to get away.
“You know you want this,” the man was telling her. “You know you want this to happen.”
She wanted this to happen.
“All you have to do is to accept. All you have to do is to accept what you’re becoming.”
“Accept,” the girl said in a near monotone.
“That’s right. Accept. Should we show the world what you are?”
“Uh huh,” the girl said.
The stool she was on once more was being turned around and once more, Kinsey found herself facing the mirror in front of her.
Once more, the man picked up a jar from the vanity and once more, he scooped out a generous helping of the jar’s contents. “Should we show the world what you really are?”
The girl couldn’t help but nod.
“What’s your name again.”
The girl looked into the mirror. “Sexy,” she said. “My name is Sexy the Clown.”
“That’s right,” the clown said as he continued to apply the base. “You’re Sexy the Clown.”
The man began to apply the white base make-up. In no time at all, the teen had disappeared under a blank, white slate onto which something new could be inserted.
“You were late,” said the man applying the make-up.
“Uh huh.”
The man’s voice rose a notch. “That’s not the right response,” he admonished her. “You shouldn’t be late. It’s not polite. It’s not fair to other people, but then you’ve hardly been one to care what other people think.”
Sexy said nothing. She just stared blankly into the mirror.
The clown’s voice returned to its original level. “You shouldn’t be late,” he said.
“Sorry,” the girl said.
The clown grinned. “Not yet you’re not, but you will be.”
Yeah right, the girl said, only ... only why did his words kind of scare her.
“Now, let’s give you a face.”
Sexy watched as the man started to paint her face. He started with the mouth but instead of a smile, he drew a big lopsided frown. Her face looked so unhappy. She looked so sad.
She didn’t like being sad and yet her face made her look that way and the more she looked, the sadder she got.
The man moved up her eyes and even they look sad and when the clown finished with a tear, Sexy felt as if she almost might cry.
“Do you know why I drew you this way?” the clown asked.
Sexy shook her head.
“I drew you this way because you were late,” the clown said. “There has to be a penalty when you’re not on time because after all, the show must go on. You understand that, don’t you?”
Sexy couldn’t help but stare at the sad face in the mirror. She didn’t want to be sad.
“I drew you with a sad face,” the clown said again, “so tonight, you’re going to be sad, but if you do better next time, maybe next time you won’t be sad. Do you understand that?”
Sexy nodded numbly. She didn’t really understand, but she knew she didn’t want to be sad.
“And since our little Sexy is a sad Sexy, how about we give her some blue hair because she’s so blue.”
She didn’t want blue hair, Sexy told herself and yet she knew that was exactly what she was going to get.
“And now for one last thing ...”
The girl clown looked at the man quizzically.
“You can’t go out there dressed like that,” the man admonished her. “A clown named Sexy must look the part.”
Well yes, the girl thought. When he put it like that, it actually made sense. She definitely couldn’t go out there dressed the way she was currently dressed.
“Your jeans,” the clown said. “Take them off.”
Sexy took off her shoes and her jeans.
“Your top,” the man said. “Take that off, too.”
Like the jeans, the top came off and suddenly, Sexy was standing there in just her bra and her panties.
“That’s better,” the man said and then his hand slapped her ass. He grabbed one of her cheeks and he gave it a little shake. “That’s what I like and I bet you like it, too, when guys grab your ass like this.”
Sexy nodded. There was a part of her that didn’t want to admit it, but she did like it.
“You like being hot,” the man said, “but you like it even better when a man can satisfy your needs.”
Mmm yeah, the girl thought. Now that he mentioned it, that was what she needed.
Abruptly, the man released his hold on her butt and Sexy suddenly found herself wishing that he’d keep on grabbing her. “All right then,” he said to the others, “are we ready to go?”
The other clowns all nodded.
“Are we ready to go?” the clown asked the girl.
Sexy looked at herself in the mirror and she nodded glumly but she didn’t really feel ready. What she was ready for was a big, hard cock.
“All right then. Let’s go.”
The three clowns followed by Sexy made their way down a corridor through a set of double doors and out into the club. From somewhere unseen, an announcer was exhorting the crowd to put their hands together for the Family Nuestra and the crowd was doing exactly that.
Again, Sexy realized that for whatever reason, her place was not up on stage and almost as quickly, she realized she didn’t want to be up on stage. She wanted to be out here among the members of the audience.
What she really wanted, she realized, was to get herself fucked.
It should have been easy, Sexy told herself. She was after all, dressed in just her bra and her panties. All she really had to do was to grab a guy and get him to fuck her, and really, for what she needed, just about any guy would do.
Well, it wasn’t exactly that easy. After all, she was a clown so for some reason, that meant she couldn’t speak, but still, that shouldn’t stop her from getting her point across.
The only thing was she wasn’t getting her point across.
The first man she’d come to, she’d just tried to grab him and have him stroke her body, but he’d just looked at her disparagingly and he’d pulled his hand back.
Prude, the girl thought, but surely, the next man wouldn’t be that way.
If anything, the next one was worse. “Can’t you see I’m watching the show,” he’d said.
What the heck, the girl thought. What was wrong with these guys, and why was it making her pussy hot?
The third guy at least was willing to look at her but she practically had to rip off her panties to get him to do that and she still didn’t seem any closer to getting him to take his dick out or more importantly, getting him to stick that dick inside her.
But that didn’t last for long because once more, the man looked away from her. What the hell was wrong with these guys?
The fourth guy at least was willing to watch her sit on the bar stool and play with herself. She pulled her bra up off her perky tits even as she rubbed her pussy and then with a moan, she let a finger slide up inside her pussy.
Sexy couldn’t help but pant just a little as finger fucked her pussy. Oh yeah, she thought. This was what she needed.
The man unzipped his pants and he took his cock out.
Oh yeah, the girl wanted to tell the man. Oh yeah, she wanted to tell him. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.
That’s what she wanted to say but she was unable to speak so the best she could do was sit there and moan.
The man, it seemed, didn’t need any help. He pushed his jeans down and then his underwear, too. He stepped out of his clothes and then he stepped between the girl’s legs and he pushed the head of his cock up against her cunt.
Oh yeah, Sexy thought. Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.
The girl couldn’t help but gasp as the man’s cock pushed its way between her legs. Oh yeah, she thought. Oh yeah. She liked that.
Sexy’s hands played with her tits as the man’s cock fucked her. Mmm, she thought. Mmm, she liked that.
The man groaned and he was fucking her harder. Oh yeah, Sexy thought. Oh yeah. He was going to make her cum and then she wouldn’t be sad anymore.
The man was groaning louder and he was fucking her harder.
Come on, Sexy wanted to say. Come on. Make me cum.
The man groaned again and this time, Sexy felt it. He was cumming. He was cumming in her tight, little pussy. He was cumming so good, only ...
Only he wasn’t making her cum. She was right there on the edge but he wasn’t making her cum.
And what was worse, he was pulling back and then he was pulling out. No, she wanted to tell him. No, don’t go. Make me cum.
But it seemed as if having cum inside her, the man had suddenly lost all interest in the girl clown.
Sexy was even more frustrated than she had been before.
She moved onto the next man. He seemed more interested in watching the show on stage.
She moved on to the next man. She couldn’t say anything but her hand tapped her pussy impatiently. She needed to get fucked.
This guy at least was interested. In fact, he was very interested. Now this, Sexy thought. This was more like it.
The man touched her and then he was turning her body around and Sexy could feel his hand on her ass. Mmm, Sexy thought. Mmm yeah. Now this was more like it, and when the man pushed her back, Sexy bent over so he could get an even better view of her butt.
Mmm yeah. This was more like it.
The girl moaned as she felt the man slide into her from behind.
Oh yeah. The was definitely more like it. Oh yeah. This was going to make her cum for sure.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “You’re a slutty, little clown girl, aren’t you?”
Sexy, the girl wanted to tell him. My name is Sexy, not Slutty, but oh geez, but he could call her slutty if he wanted to.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.
He was fucking her harder and Sexy loved it. He was going to make her cum and she couldn’t wait.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
What, thought the girl. What?! No, it couldn’t be.
But it was. The man was cumming in her pussy and now he was pulling out and she hadn’t even cum yet. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t cum yet.
But already, she could sense his interest waning. He’d gotten what he wanted from her.
It just wasn’t fair.
And that was the way it went. Guy after guy after guy. Some of them didn’t have the time of day for her. Others of them were willing to fuck her but always they’d cum before she did and they’d leave her high and dry.
It just wasn’t fair.
It was the end of the show and once more, the announcer’s voice boomed out over the audience. “Gentlemen, one more time if you please, put your hands together for the Family Nuestra.”
The men in the audience clapped and hollered as the clowns on stage all took a bow but for Sexy, she felt as if she hadn’t done her part.
The men in the audience all clapped as the men came off the stage and reluctantly, Sexy fell in line behind them.
“Good show,” one of the clowns said to the others and then he seemed to notice the girl. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I didn’t get to cum,” Sexy pouted, and even as she was saying that, she kept trying to tell herself that that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“You didn’t get to cum?” the man asked and then he looked at her naked body. “Well, why the hell not?”
Sexy shrugged.
“Didn’t you get yourself fucked?”
The girl nodded numbly. She couldn’t believe it but she felt so bad.
“So what the hell happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come here,” the man said.
The girl came.
As Sexy watched in the mirror, the man used a cloth to wipe the frown from her face. “How’s that?” he asked.
Sexy shrugged. She wasn’t sure how it was but as she looked at her now white face, her mind just felt so blank.
The clown came up behind her and Sexy felt his hand on her hip but that wasn’t all she felt. She could feel him sliding his cock between her legs.
Her body moved in time with his, his every thrust causing her body to ripple, every bottoming out of his cock in her pussy making her body quiver. The girl couldn’t help but moan. Her body felt so good.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” the girl moaned.
“You know what you want.”
“Yes.”
“You want to cum.”
“Oh yes,” the girl moaned.
“You want to cum really bad.”
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned again as that cock continued to do its dirty work.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you. You’re going to cum for me now.”
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. Make me cum. Make me cum.”
“Here it comes, baby.”
The girl moaned even as she felt her pussy tighten around the man’s cock and then she was moaning even louder. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah.”
The man groaned as his cock continued to empty itself into the girl’s obviously receptive cunt and it was only when she was done that he finally pulled himself free. “How’d you like that?” he asked.
“Was good,” the girl moaned.
“All better now?”
The girl nodded.
“There you go. See. There’s no reason to be sad.”
Sexy nodded. She wasn’t sad anymore.